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kisshuhua · 14 days ago

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BABYMONSTER - DRIP (Album Review)

I promised and now I’m delivering it. The full review for this confusing clusterfuck of an album is finally here. I’ve always only been halfway enjoying this groups music because being frankly honest most of their songs are half actual music and half shouting random onomatopoeia trying to disguise itself as “rapping”.I’ve been putting off these review for a while due to a multitude of factors but given the group is finally performing on music shows now this would be a semi-good time. So without further ado, let’s get on to the first track.

DISCLAIMER: These songs are organized on the list in the order they come in the official digital album release, not in any other particular order.

1. CLICK CLACK

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Remember that part at the beginning of the thread where I said Baby Monster’s songs are half just shouting random onomatopoeia and passing it off as rap? This is like that but on medical marijuana. It feels so fucking slow it’s irritating but the song is short so it feels like they’re singing super fast over a beat moving at a snail’a pace. I don’t know if the PR team at YG noticed yet but putting a vignette filter over your music video, wearing chains, and singing about how much money you have will not earn you brownie points from the black community, especially not me. And hey I’m not opposed to the existence of khh, k-rap, or krnb it’s just that this stuff is probably better done by Yoon Mirae or BIBI.

Overall: 5/10

2. DRIP

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It’s honestly pretty okay and better than I expected (though that’s attributed to the fact my expectations weren’t that high). I must point out first before anything that one move in the choreo that makes them look like slugs trying to escape a salt pit is out of place and really not needed for a song of this kind though I enjoyed everything else. I actually really liked Ahyeon’s high note a lot here despite a lot of people not liking it. While we’re on the topic of her anyways I just wanna say her dancing isn’t as bad as before but it could just be better. Is this my favorite title track from the girls? Fuck no, and if I ever say it is just know that’s my evil clone created by the government. But I could definitely see this being on my playlist and I think Baby Monster’s music is actually getting way better than it was before.

Overall: 6.8/10 + 250 Royale High diamonds cuz I’m nice I guess

3. Love, Maybe

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This song is pretty good and probably one of my favorites from the album. I don’t really like Ahyeon’s voice here bc she doesn’t really suit these slower BM songs but it’s minor enough to not hinder my enjoyment of it generally. This song is very Charlie Puth-y tbh and I wouldn’t be surprised if he sold his version to YG because he also had a demo version of Like That he ended up giving to YG. I’ve always been a fan of kpop ballads and even if they aren’t stellar I’d definitely still listen to them bc that’s just my type of music. I think it could’ve been developed more but it’s not bad in the slightest. Overall: 8/10

4. Really Like You

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It’s the fourth song on the album and while the number 4 being bad luck doesn’t have much to do with this song being mediocre, it only strengthens my superstition. It sounds like Netflix theme song music which is something I thought I would never say about a song at all in my entire existence but alas. It’s just so ehh. I swear this sounded better when I was playing it in the shower. I tried to give it a few listens but I kinda got tired of it halfway into the second. Maybe the prepubescent girl audience of Baby Monster would appreciate this more than me and honestly more power to them because this song simply isn’t for me and I’ll leave it at that.

Overall: 4.5/10

5. BILLIONARE

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Essentially Like That part two but without everything that made it likable. Jokes aside it’s just very nothing. I really expected this section to be longer but this is genuinely all I can say.

Overall 4/10

6. Love In My Heart

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I remember when Forever came out and everyone talked about how much it sounded like a song from 2014 but I think that crown clearly belongs to this. The verse with Asa and Ruka would 100% be Pitbull’s. I think they really suit songs like this and should do more of them. Out of everything on the album I remembered this the most aside from CLICK CLACK. My only complaint is that like all the song sim this album it’s quite short. 3 minutes and about 13 seconds might not seem short to other people but even 25-30 more seconds for a proper outro would’ve been appreciated.

Overall: 8.5/10

7. Woke Up In Tokyo (Asa & Ruka)

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I technically already did two reviews of this god awful song and this will make three.

First review I made after hearing the snippet https://www.tumblr.com/kisshuhua/764688388588765184/asa-ruka-of-bm-woke-up-in-tokyo-review?source=share Second review after hearing the full song https://www.tumblr.com/kisshuhua/766498492698050560/this-just-in-woke-up-in-tokyo-is-still-ass?source=share

But TL;WR, the song is awful because it sampled a children’s nursery rhyme of all things which if not anything this ruined it entirely and o won’t ever think otherwise.

Overall: 3/10

8. FOREVER

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I would’ve reviewed this song when it was still popular but I had left that up to a poll competing with three other girl group songs at the time and Klaxon had won the poll instead . But really I think Forever is a pretty good song for BABYMONSTER standards. I liked it a lot when it was released this June and I still do now. I just wish it had a better outro because it was missing something in my eyes. But a lot of BM songs have these qualities so it’s not surprising

Overall: 8/10

9. BATTER UP (Remix)

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I didn’t fucking like Batter Up when it came out last November what makes you think I’ll give this somehow worse rendition of the same song preferential treatment

Overall: LoveIslandUK/10

That’s all shuhoos. Thank you for reading and have a great rest of your day or night!

#Youtube #bebymonster #baemon #album review #kpopalbum #yg

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corset · 6 months ago

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multiples of 5 for the music asks :]

5: A song that needs to be played LOUD RATATATA // BABYMETAL & ELECTRIC CALLBOY Been listening to this one a lot lately! It's relatively new, and I think it's fun. :-)

10: A song that makes you sad

I DON'T LOVE // HAVE A NICE LIFE Could also be used to answer the "breaks my heart" question. Honestly if you just listen to this and read the lyrics it's pretty obvious why. I find it a bit too personal when I am at my most mentally....um, bleak, to be blunt.

15: A song that is a cover by another artist

LACUNA COIL // ENJOY THE SILENCE

I honestly do not know of or listen to many covers. This is probably one of the only other ones I can think of off the top of my head, save for the one I answered this question with last time.

20: A song that has many meanings to you WHY DID I LAUGH ANYWAY // DEV LEMONS

and I wanted to put this one so bad that I am just going to: MERCY // IAMX Not going to elaborate on my thoughts on these, because honestly that's a lot of complicated mental math I don't have the energy to do at the moment. They're both very good though, and have a lot of deep importance to me related to their ability to answer this prompt. It took me a long time to decide on my answer(s) for this question.

25: A song by an artist no longer living JOSEPHINE // ANGELS OF LIBERTY

The main vocalist from this band, Voe Saint-Clare, passed away in around 2018 from an illness he had been fighting, I believe.

30: A song that reminds you of yourself

HUMAN SADNESS // THE VOIDZ [Spongebob Narrator Voice] Ah, ze 10 and a half meenut song... Jokes aside, this is one of my favorite songs ever made. There is....a lot going on here. It definitely earns its 10 and a half minutes. For the same reason I can't really explain number 20, I have to skip out on thinking too hard about this one. All I can say is that I feel very in touch with the exploration of loss in this one. I think the complicated aspects/layers to it as a Listening Experience are something I can really grasp on a personal level. Loss, death and grief have been a big part of my life.

Thank you very much for sending something in, and also for your patience. Sorry it took me a moment to answer.

Send me music asks! :3 [Responses may be delayed atm, but I am still accepting and would appreciate it.]

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catboygirling · 13 days ago

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you know what? big post. spoilers obviously

it was trying so, so hard to be funny that it became incredibly sad. like a standup comedian laughing at their own joke to fill the silence.

and when it wasn't doing that, it was SO BORING. every time it cut to an area 51 scene I felt a piece of my soul leaving my body. fun fact: this is the only movie I've ever gone to see more than once in theaters (thanks, @t0xic-planet) and I was trying really hard to not fall asleep the whole time. the movie was at 7pm so it wasn't like I was up past my bedtime or anything.

so many scenes just... didn't need to be there? why did Eddie rescue all those dogs? why did we need a flashback to Payne's brother getting struck by lightning?

okay enough of the tone stuff how about THE CONCEIT OF THE MOVIE DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE. like, Eddie is a wanted criminal. if he was smart, he'd hitch a ride to Guam or something where no one will care to look for him, or maybe get an unassuming job in a farm in a nowhere town in Mexico, and then we could get some wacky shenanigans about Eddie and Venom trying to hide their identities from authorities and from the locals. that sounds like fun! but instead he specifically goes back to the US? to NEW YORK? a huge city? where Eddie CONFIRMS he used to live so people would probably recognize him? he's weirdly confident about the blackmail plan when there are way better options out there.

and the bit at the casino! firstly, Eddie could have walked two blocks down the street and found a casino that doesn't give a fuck about what you wear. casinos prey on desperate people. desperate people probably can't afford tuxedos. secondly, WHY THE DANCE? I love seeing Mrs. Chen back and everything, but why did Venom transform just for a dance number? why does EDDIE need to point out that it'll just bring the murder machine right to them when VENOM should definitely know that already?

actually, what's with the music in this movie? why did the hippie family sing an entire song? was it just for "haha Eddie is uncomfortable" and "haha Venom funny" because that's already about 50% of the movie (the other 50% being dull area 51 scenes).

WHY DID IT PLAY THAT MAROON 5 SONG AT THE END. WHY DID THEY MAKE AN AMV. THIS WAS AN ATTACK ON ME SPECIFICALLY IT'S ONE OF MY LEAST FAVORITE SONGS EVER AND THEY PLAYED THE WHOLE THING

ahem. one positive thing about this movie: I did like the designs of all the new symbiotes. I liked the Big Snake. it's really weird that they introduced a whole METEOR of symbiotes crashing to earth between movies (unless I'm forgetting something here) and also they all died instantly anyway, but. I did say one positive thing

okay, last one, and the cardinal sin of this whole movie: it is simply not gay enough. the other Venom movies were stupid and goofy (I'd argue to a more funny/charmingly bad degree than this one, but still), but we all know what makes them great. the weird almost-queerbait of it. in the first movie, we have the lines about Venom choosing to save earth because of Eddie, the kiss with Anne, probably other things I'm forgetting about... and Sony understood that appeal, which is why they made the infamous romcom trailer and really pushed the queer(bait) vibes in Let There Be Carnage. you have the "break up," the rave scene, "I am out of the Eddie closet!," Venom accidentally saying he loves Eddie...

in general, I think Eddie and Venom's relationship really regressed in this one. Let There Be Carnage REALLY amped up the "toxic relationship" vibes between them, so I figured everything would be peachy with them by now. but honestly, they seem even worse off than in the last movie. with the exception of some of the hippie family scenes and the very end, they are at each other's throats constantly!

I'm not totally delusional about this. I was not expecting a kiss, or a direct love confession beyond what we had in Let There Be Carnage. I know not to get my hopes up. but there was nothing in this movie, aside from the "you would make a good dad" comment and the very end of the movie. how can we cut THAT into a romcom trailer, huh?? imagine if instead of the stupid scene where Venom dances with Mrs. Chen and nearly gets them all killed for no reason, Venom fused with HER (after all, the xenophage only detects them when he's fused with Eddie), and forced Eddie to dance along with Venom-as-Chen? it would've covered up a major act of stupidity AND offered some "ooooo was that Venom or Chen that did that" ambiguity, like the kiss in the first movie.

uh anyway please stop making venom movies we have moved past the need for more venom movies

guys please stop posting about venom 3 it's not even good. this is coming from someone who ADORES the first two. not in the mood to make a big post about it but come on 😭

#kitty.txt #venom

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zoeykallus · 2 years ago

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Bad Batch (+ Rex) x Drunk Reader HC's

x GN Reader

Warnings: 18 + (This is about alcohol after all)

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Author's Comment:

My last drunken state was quite a while ago (years I think), but I still just thought about it and wondered what if. So these HC's concern a drunk reader and some of our favorite clones and how they would handle it, in my personal estimation anyway. On that note, a word of warning, NEVER drink alcohol in an unsafe environment! NEVER drink alcohol when you are surrounded only by strangers or people you can't trust! Alcohol dulls the senses, slows reaction time and often negatively affects the decisions you make! Do not drink and drive! Basically, alcohol is harmful to health! Something not so fluffy, but funnily enough, quite sobering under the cut.

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Hunter: His first reaction is "Oh Crap" of course he is the first to notice that something is wrong with you, he smells the alcohol and what it does to your body. You can rely on him to make sure you get home safely, that no one else takes you home and that you sleep it off later.

However, he will reject you if you come on to him in this state or become insinuating. He can hardly stand the smell you have on you due to excessive consumption and would feel uncomfortable if he exploited this condition in any way. He will turn you down rigorously, at least as long as you are in this state. Being drunk is not at all sexy to him.

He will probably stay with you until you wake up again, among other things, of course, to make sure that everything is okay. He doesn't like it, but he gets it, sometimes you have to blow off steam, he's not judging you.

Echo: Feels overwhelmed as you may be much more hyper and active than usual, or maybe the opposite, both scenarios are uncomfortable for him as you are no longer the cyare he actually knows and loves at the moment.

He gets very quiet, but keeps a very close eye on you. He makes sure that you don't drink any more, that no one tries to take advantage of your condition and of course brings you home safely.

You will get a reproachful look from him the next day, he will tell you how strange you were in the drunken state and that he was very displeased and ask you not to overdo it anymore, also concerned about your health.

Tech: Takes the situation quietly. He watches out for you, but hardly interacts with you directly; similar to Echo, he is uncomfortable with the situation. Should you hit on him in this state, or otherwise become pushy, you might even scare him away, at least temporarily.

Tech doesn't think much of mind-altering things, including alcohol. He doesn't like to drink and shakes his head at others who do. He doesn't judge you directly, but you can't have fun with him when it comes to alcohol.

The next day, however, he has everything ready to fight your hangover and he won't mention with a word if you said or did something stupid or ridiculous, he can't handle awkward situations too well.

Crosshair: He's been drunk from time to time too, but rather quietly and mostly alone, he's not particularly sociable anyway. When you're drunk, he's more amused by your condition, allowing himself small, harmless jokes with your currently deteriorated reaction time. But he remains attentive, he may have a nasty streak now and then, but he wouldn't let anything happen to you.

When you hit on him, he plays along without batting an eye, flirts unabashedly with you and the thing could well end up in a rather wild bed story. however, he goes to make sure that you REALLY want that, he can be an ass, but consent is a thing he'd never ignore. Besides, he really likes you, he doesn't want to ruin that. So if you are way to drunk to really communicate, he willl push your touchy hands aside and try to get you just to sleep.

He stays until you are back to your senses, takes care of you, but not without holding your escapades against you and amusing himself about how you squirm in shame.

Wrecker: Probably drinks happily with you, roars a few songs with you, and flirts around with you. If you go out with him and you start drinking, he happily joins in, though he can take a lot more than you can.

He's basically always looking out for you anyway because to him you're so small and fragile, you could have the biggest muscles and work out every day, to him you're still fragile and need to be protected. So even now, even if he's had a drink, he's watching out, no one dares approach you under his watchful eye.

You stagger home together at some point, fall into bed together and after getting up, Wrecker is fit again, he can take a lot. Of course, he's happy to take care of you, lovingly and with zeal. "You shouldn't try to keep up with me, mesh'la".

Rex: Oh dear, Rex is strict. Discipline is his middle name (at least in CW times), if you go over the top and get drunk, he will look at you with a piercingly stern gaze all evening.

He's paying attention, for one thing he feels obligated, and for another, of course he likes you a lot, even though he sees drinking as a weakness, he doesn't love you any less. If you get the stupid idea to hit on him, he will look at you so sharply that even in a fully drunken state - you will want to be sober again, instantly.

He won't leave you alone, he'll watch you, he'll take you home, but fun is different. As soon as you are sober, he tells you how nonsensical he finds the consumption of alcohol and asks you to refrain from it. He will threaten you not to take care of you next time (of course he will, but you shouldn't do it again), you should be careful to pull yourself together, if this happens more often, it may well be that you sink in his respect and he will eventually distance himself from you, albeit with a heavy heart.

@andyoufollowyourheart

@the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond

@clone-whore-99

@chxpsi

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cherrykindness · 3 years ago

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I hold you in my heart |

pairing: Tom Holland x Singer!Reader

summary: while the memories of your relationship with Tom still blossom, he finally feels ready to fulfill the promise he made to you.

warnings: fluff, angst (?) idk

wc: 3,7k {listen to 'even when' by joshua bassett - if you want to}, love by olivia rodrigo is also quoted // Part 1

I think of you when the wind blows 'Cause I just wanna be there when you wake

Tom was watching you from across the room, leaning on the door frame while holding two mugs of tea. You hadn't seen him yet, too focused on finding the right melody on the guitar strings.

The room was a mess, but a mess he loved. Papers were scattered all over the floor, some in the shape of small balls because you probably couldn't hit the wastebasket from your distance. You were sitting on the couch, a bun on top of your head and the cap of a pen in your mouth as you wrote frantically in a notebook, now using the guitar as a support.

Tom cleared his throat, and you looked up at him immediately, smiling in the best possible way. He laughed a little at your state, dodging everything that was strewn across the carpet to sit beside you.

"I think you need a break, baby." He said as he handed you one of the mugs. You thanked him silently, putting your materials aside to give him all your attention. "You've been working since yesterday, and I'm sure your back is not thankful that you spend so much time on this couch."

"My back is used to worse places, believe me." You retorted, shaking your shoulders. "So, I was thinking about the argument that happened last night and–"

"It was a stupid argument." He added, laughing along with you when you agreed.

"I mean, I don't know if many couples are used to fighting over pasta." You joked. "Anyway, I finished writing something this morning and wanted you to hear it."

"Okay." He agreed, sitting up properly on the couch. "I'm listening."

"It's too cheesy, so please don't laugh at me." You asked as you brought the guitar close again.

Tom stared at you intently, curiosity evident behind his eyes. He was always so excited to hear anything you were willing to write. During interviews, he always joked about how that was the best part of dating a singer: hearing the songs before anyone else, and being able to be an inspiration to your lover.

"My mother always tells me that when things get tough and our heart gets scared of losing the one we love, we need to remember the beginning of everything." You said while playing some single notes. "So I spent the night thinking about our beginning, and even though we only fought over a stupid pasta, I guess I have to remind you about how much I love you."

Tom sighed, feeling his heart swell. You didn't even have to write a song or sing it to him, he already wanted to kiss you and love you between the messy sheets until the next morning.

"A Monday morning you meet me at the hotel, you bought me coffee just to spill it on yourself," you started the song with a small smile, letting out a nasal chuckle when Tom laughed at your first verse, probably remembering the image of his white shirt completely stained by your favorite coffee, "but you never take things seriously, It's kinda why I like you so much, honestly."

Tom pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, and you squinted your eyes, but still didn't stop singing.

"And I wrote a note and left it folded in your pocket, you taped it to your wall in your New York apartment." Your number written with a glitter pen was placed strategically in his jacket pocket, a piece of paper so small that you feared he would lose it on the way from London to New York. He didn't, however, and it brought you two to where you were now. "Kissing in the taxi cab 'till the driver gives us dirty looks back."

The lips together, the way he squeezed your waist as he pulled your hair away, tucking it behind your ear. The rainy New York weather, the way the droplets streamed down the car window as the driver stared at you through the rear-view mirror, clearly scolding the two of you for the make out session in his car – not that you cared, anyway.

"Oh, it's l-o-v-e or something like that. You're crazy, but it's not in a bad way. Dancing on the highway, you make me feel older than 22.” You stared at him, giving a weak laugh as you stretched your feet covered with thick winter socks to try to cover the camera. Tom dodged all your attempts, smiling from behind his cell phone. He whispered an "I love you," causing you to whisper an "I love you more" before moving on to the last verse. "Yeah, this is l-o-v-e or something really close. Hey baby, I think you're really dope. I honestly don't know why I should ever leave your side, 'cause this is love, right?” You whispered the last word, smiling at the camera before Tom finished recording.

He said nothing to you before crushing you in a hug, pulling you into his lap. The cups had already been forgotten on the coffee table, but the smell of chamomile still hung in the air as if the drink had just been prepared.

"I'm assuming you liked it?" You asked between a giggle, returning the small kiss he left on your lips as he nodded.

"It's the best song I've ever heard in my entire life."

"Tommy," you whined jokingly, "you say that about all my songs."

"Well, it's not my fault if I have the most talented girlfriend in the world." He replied, shaking his shoulders. "It was amazing. You're amazing, and I certainly don't deserve that much."

"Don't talk nonsense, one day it will be you writing a song for me." You mocked. "In the nursing home, you know? And all the nurses will collapse in tears because oh! how can a young love last so long, and this old man in canes and geriatric diapers still has the disposition to sing to his old lady." You pretended to dry the non-existent tears.

Tom laughed, pulling you closer. "I will not wear geriatric diapers." He defended himself. "And even if I do manage to write something one day, which I think is impossible, it won't come close to the masterpieces you compose, love."

"I think you can compose anything blindfolded while doing your Spider-Man stunts." You argued back. "You are the most talented man I have ever met, and I don't just say that because you are my boyfriend. Period."

"Ok, then help me compose something for you." He asked, arching an eyebrow as he kept his hands on your hips. "I want you to be my teacher, teach me how to play the song on the guitar so I can play it for you just like you just did for me."

Denver always seems so far away

"Fine." You agreed, kissing him again. "Sounds perfect to me."

"Now I'm going to send this video to all my contacts, everyone needs to know how fabulous my girlfriend is."

But I hope you know That we're still close

"I'm telling you, Tom is completely obsessed with Y/N." Zendaya delivered her co-star during an interview for the release of Spider-Man: Far From Home. "Not that I'm judging–" she was quick to add, raising her hands in surrender as everyone laughed, "I mean, I'm already obsessed with her and she's just my best friend, so we have to understand this loser's side here."

"I'm obsessed with Y/N too." The young interviewer admitted, holding up a number of cards with some questions that were to be asked. "I love her songs, and you make a very cute couple."

"Thank you, dear." Tom thanked her with a smile. "I'm sure she'd be happy to hear that."

"Y/N is training him to be a singer." Jacob stated, placing one of his hands on his friend's shoulder, "He's been practicing on the guitar and everything, it's really adorable."

Tom blushed, hiding his face in one hand as Z and Jacob laughed, poking him playfully.

"Oh, I have some questions about that, actually." The girl interviewing them said. "Y/N posted a video of you on Instagram, and in it you appear playing some guitar notes. Are you two writing a song together or something? The internet has a lot of theories about that."

"Yes, I guess you could say that." Tom replied, nodding. "You know, as boyfriend of a superstar, I get a lot of private gigs." He joked, "We got into a fight over pasta one night– God, I don't even know if I could be saying that, but okay." They laughed. "Anyway, it was something really silly, but we were stressed with work and, you know, things escalated and we said some stupid shit." The girl agreed. "Y/N was upset, rightly so of course, and I was upset too because I knew I didn't mean any of the things I said. She went to the studio that we have in our apartment because that is where she always goes when we have these little arguments. She spent the night there, like, all night, and God, it was hell sleeping without her when I knew she was only a few feet away."

"Aw, that's so cute." Zendaya expressed in a baby voice, squeezing Tom's cheek. "It's so easy to know when Tom and Y/N are upset about something. They always get identikit tootsies and shoulders like this," the actress bowed slightly, "like penguins."

"Yes, we look exactly like that." Tom laughed. "But no, we talked the next morning and agreed that it had just been a stupid fight, you know? She was writing a song when I arrived with the mug of tea I always prepare for her when we're together, and then, after everything was settled, she showed me the work she'd been doing all night, the most beautiful song I've ever heard in my life. I am so posessive about this song, so I'm sorry guys, but I don't think you will ever hear it unless Y/N decides to put it on the next album." The interviewer let out a whiny grunt, jokingly. "At the end of it all, she committed to teaching me how to play the guitar and teaching me some techniques to compose like that with her. We've had lessons every day since then, even when we're miles apart."

"That's so cool. Is she a good teacher?"

"Well, she's in Denver but she still committed to teaching today, so I have no complaints." They laughed. "Honey, if you are watching this interview, I love you."

"Whipped." Jacob and Zendaya shouted in unison before that topic came to an end, drawing laughter from the interviewer.

Because Even when you and I are worlds apart I'll hold you in my heart

"Tom is becoming a great composer. I'm so proud." You said behind your cell phone as you filmed your boyfriend who was sitting on the couch in the hotel you two were staying in.

Tom was holding your guitar, a big smile present on his face. He was wearing only sweatpants and socks, and maybe you should have thought a little more before you started that live that could be the reason for the collapse of many teenage girls around the world. Tessa was lying next to him, biting on a toy that had already become unrecognizable thanks to her bites.

"Baby, I wrote only one stanza, I don't know if I deserve that title."

"Do you remember when you told me you could never write anything? That's an amazing breakthrough, so I'm sharing with the world how talented you are."

"Okay." He agreed finally, knowing that it would be impossible to change your opinion of his musical abilities. "Can I start?"

You nodded, sitting down on the carpet as you continued to record that moment for more than three million people who were following it all live. The comments were going up frantically, it was impossible to keep up, but you knew that most of them were just talking about how hot your boyfriend looked without a shirt and with a guitar in hand – honestly, you couldn't blame them.

"Denver always seems so far away..." Tom hummed the first verse and you couldn't hold back a scream, making him laugh. "But I hope you know that we're still close."

Even when I'm a thousand miles away I wish that I could stay With you

"I broke up with her." That was the first thing Tom said to Zendaya as soon as she opened the door to her hotel room.

The actress just sighed, knowing more than anyone else what that meant. She hugged him, and Tom's sobs were not long in coming.

"I'm so sorry, Tom." She said honestly, pushing him slightly so that he sat down in the armchair that was in the middle of the room. "I don't think I need to ask how it went."

"A mess." He replied low, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. "But at the end of it all, she still said she understood." He laughed humorlessly. "I broke up with her like a coward, but she still said she understood."

Z bit her lip, feeling her heart ache just imagining how devastated you were. You, of all people, shouldn't have to go through something like this.

"If you didn't answer something like that, it wouldn't be Y/N, uh?"

Tom agreed, a tentative smile appearing at the corner of his lips.

"Yes." He replied. "She always understands."

I shouldn't fear 'Cause I'm never giving up Never giving up on us

"Did you guys really break up?" A girl of about seventeen asked Tom and Zendaya during a Comic Con. The boy who was accompanying her and didn't look much older nudged her not at all discreetly at the waist, flashing an apologetic smile at the two actors.

"I'm sorry about that, you don't have to answer." He was quick to say. "We don't want to sound like nosy journalists."

"Don't worry, we have no problem talking about it." Z laughed, handing him back a t-shirt with the Spider-Man print, now with her autograph. "But the rumors are real, we're not together anymore."

"Oh, I'm sorry." The teenager replied with a frown, feeling bad for having touched that subject. "You guys are still friends, right?"

"Yes, that's exactly why we broke up." Tom agreed. "We're better as friends."

After a few photos and a number of autographed items, Tom was giving the girl his last goodbye with a hug when she surprised him by pointing to her iPhone case.

Even though it was in drawing form, just the strokes and colors bringing the custom illustration to life, Tom knew that this was a representation of a photo of him with you, the first photo he ever posted with you on Instagram.

"I miss you two together." She said softly, hoping the other people there wouldn't hear. "Sorry to say this, I love Zendaya with all my heart, but you seemed happier with Y/N."

Tom smiled with compressed lips, still looking at the accessory.

"I was." He replied in a whisper, swallowing hard. "I was happier."

Baby I wish you were here

The humid wind and the small droplets falling from the sky did not seem enough to make Tom go away. He was on the balcony, leaning against a wall while the noise of the party came muffled to his ears.

If he looked at the door in front of him, he would see you through the glass; your hair as bright as he remembered, your smile even prettier than the one in his mind, your sparkling dress hidden by a coat that looked like it belonged to someone much bigger than you – and it really did.

The hand of none other than Harry Styles was on the curve of your back all night long, and Tom had to be quick enough to invent an excuse to leave the crowded hall, seeking refuge in that godforsaken place. It hurt, but it wasn't as if he didn't deserve it.

"You've never been one for partying, have you?" Tom turned around quickly when he heard your voice, asking whatever god existed that it wasn't another play played by his melancholy brain – but it wasn't. It was real that time.

The jacket fell nonchalantly across your shoulders, held only by your arms reaching up, two cups in each of your hands.

"I didn't see you drinking anything and Z said you were here," You explained as you walked toward him. Tom raised his eyes to the door, holding back a smile as he saw Zendaya, Harrison and Styles making rather embarrassing hearts and kissing gestures. "I didn't know it was drizzling, though, and I don't think watery champagne is the best drink at this party."

"It's okay." Tom replied in a breath, blinking rapidly. "I-I mean, I really wanted to talk to you today, but you were accompanied and I didn't want to get in the way of your date. Now I don't know if it's really a date and I'm a little confused, but anyway–"

"Tom," You interrupted him, causing him to stop talking in the same second, "breathe."

"Okay, I'm sorry." He placed the cup on a nearby table. "I'm nervous."

You smiled minimally, nodding, "I know. I am too."

"So," he began, "I didn't want to break up with you. God, in a million years, that would never have crossed my mind. It was a stupid decision, and all the last few months have been hell because–"

"I know." You interrupted him again, swinging your feet from side to side.

"What?" He asked. "Do you know?"

"Yes." You let out a nasal laugh. "Sorry to interrupt you, but you looked like you were about to have a heart attack and I was worried."

"I-I don't care." He stammered. "I mean, do you know everything?"

"Z called me when you two supposedly broke up." You confessed. "I was angry at first, really angry. Everything could have been different if you had told the truth."

"For that reason I didn't say." Tom replied, causing you to arch an eyebrow. "You would be okay with just being my girlfriend away from the cameras, and hiding you was never something I wanted."

"So lying to me seemed the most viable choice?"

Tom squared his shoulders, sighing before answering. "If you hated me, maybe there would be more chances to allow yourself to find someone better."

You shook your head negatively, feeling your eyes fill with tears as Tom's words filled the doubts that had been lodged in your mind for so many months.

"No one–" you started to say, stopping just as the ringing of your cell phone sounded across the balcony. You huffed, searching for the smartphone amidst the numerous pockets of Harry's jacket, groaning at the sight of your manager's number glowing on the display. "I have to go." You wailed. "I have a flight in two hours."

Tom nodded, lowering his eyes to his own feet. "It's okay, I understand." He murmured, feeling once again as if you were slipping through his fingers.

You gave a smile that evidently reflected how he felt – you didn't want to say goodbye either. You leaned in, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before you gave up on the idea. "See you around, Tom." You said last, running to the door. "Oh," You turned around again. "H is just a friend– uh, I don't know if it matters to you, but– just saying, I guess."

Because Even when you and I are worlds apart I'll hold you in my heart

"I think you all know how Instagram is not my specialty, but I finally finished something and I promised someone I would show you all when it was done." Tom said as soon as he started the live on his Instagram, an exorbitant number of viewers watching him even though it was almost 2 in the morning. "I apologize for the clothes and wet hair, I took a rainstorm a few hours ago."

He was with your guitar, the only thing you left in the apartment you two shared; there was no letter or warning, you knew he would understand.

"Every night I've been counting the days, 'cause I just wanna be there when you wake."

Somehow, that simple start seemed enough for everyone to understand who the song was about. The videos you posted of Tom singing, the pictures of him with your favorite guitar, the one you liked to use the most during your concerts – you had left it with him because you knew he would still like to play it, even if it wasn't for you.

The comments began to climb frantically, a large number of emojis, exclamation marks, and messages in capital letters appearing every second on Tom's display.

"Even when you and I are worlds apart, I'll hold you in my heart."

'WTF Y/N IS WATCHING'

'THIS IS SO CUTE PLS I AM CRYING'

'tom finally finished the song he was writing for yn 🥲 i am dead'

'HI Y/N, OMG SHE MUST BE SO PROUD!!!!!! 😭😭😭'

'THIS IS LITERALLY THE CUTEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN, I AM FEELING TERRIBLY UGLY AND SINGLE'

'they are back? pls someone tell me they are back'

'THIS IS CONTENT FOR A WHOLE YEAR!!!! BYE I'M GOING TO WRITE FANFICTION'

Tom, too preoccupied with remembering all the lyrics and playing the right notes on his guitar, didn't notice when you joined the live or when the comments started to get so fast that they became unreadable.

You were already on the plane, a silly smile adorning your lips as you watched Tom sing the song he composed exclusively for you. The sandwich brought by your manager lay untouched on the table, other priorities getting in your way. The comments session was being one of your favorite things, and some people were noticed by you as their reactions went up.

You felt the need to be noticed, however, as the song came to an end. You saw when Tom let out a sigh, seeming to stroke the guitar a little before placing it on the couch behind him.

He picked up his cell phone that was in the holder on the table and at the same time your comment was sent:

'My heart has been holding you all this time too, brown-eyed boy'

taglist: @minejungwoo, @alaizaaa02, @happyeverafterjunkie, @wrendermeuseless, @petersasteria, @clumsymandu

#imagine tom holland #tom holland angst #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #singer!reader #famous!reader

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bears-necessity · 2 years ago

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im curious of what you think about the yiik characters. i need to know what other yiik fans think. alex is my personal favorite (i want to kick him down the stairs) but i like michael a lot too. theyre all stupid nerds. honestly if you have any headcanons id love to hear them.

OMG THANK YOU FOR ENABLING ME TO BE ABNORMAL I HAVE SO MUCH THOUGHTS ABOUT THESE GUYS OKAY SO im putting this under a cut just so its not super long on ppls dash here

first off every YIIK character is queer and neurodivergent becuz I'm queer and neurodivergent and I said so, the specifics of that depend on my mood and what sort of au bullshit i'm coming up with at 2am in a VC with my friends tho

Alex is complicated. i hate him hes a massive douche but also I really do get what the devs were trying to with him. the occasions when he's being nice and having fun with his friends are where he shines and honestly at heart hes just some guy who needs to get a grip and get his shit together (relatable). if i knew him personally i'd probably slap him and then we'd be good, he probably specialised in sci-fi/fantasy creative writing for his libarts degree and definitely wrote an essay at somepoint about videogames as an art form. He has tattoos but they're all probably really cringe and embarassing because they were super trendy when he got them and then fell out of fashion, he has one of those barbed wire ones around his upper arm.

Michael is my FAVORITE GUY OF ALL TIME HES SO SILLY but also i've made him horribly angsty in my brain as well it's so. i think him and alex have a really good "friends who are used to each other's bullshit" dynamic but also i ship them a little bitty bit just cuz i'm a sucker for besties who are obliviously in love with each other as a trope. He would hate-watch ancient aliens and buzzfeed unsolved because he thinks he knows better than them. If you read his comments on ONISM he also seems to be a really sweet and supportive guy with the userbase and thats rlly cool hes such a guy Aside from that though he has the most unexplored depth as a character imo, since it's confirmed he isn't from the present reality and at some point definitely becomes aware of that fact I like to think underneath the funnyman bestie thing he's probably having a crisis about who he is and stuff because even before he's consciously aware of it he probably felt this vague subconscious feeling of like,,,Not Belonging ig? idk i think he probably knows this isn't where hes really meant to be and hes trying to truck through it but the impostor syndrome is definitely there. I love michael so much he is a certified blorbo

Rory is sooo mecore I stole his name online because he's so mecore we are both emo/scene kids and his canon favorite song according to some questions directed at the dev team is a brighteyes song that i also love its like fate. ANYWAY I feel really bad for Rory because i think his character is probably handled one of the worst just with the tonal whiplash a lot of his character-centric moments has. I bet he listens to weezer and radiohead. If YIIK was set now he would be into creepypasta and he would get michael into it since it ties in with his paranomal urban legend stuff, they would vlog hunting for slenderman together. him and alex run a gaming channel together (THIS IS AN INSIDE JOKE BUT I HAD TO PUT IT IN I COULDNT HELP MYSELF)

Vella is pretty and I think she's super cool, one of my besties LOVES her so I kinda let him be the friend group CEO of vella stuff but my biggest takeaways from her is that I hope she gets back into making music again, but for her own fun this time instead of to fulfill some success pressure. maybe she starts a crappy little garage band with some of the gang and they write terrible songs about aliens who smoke pot and dance the macarena and she's the only one there who can actually play but they have fun with it. She also knows all the videogame cheat codes and keeps setting high scores that alex and michael cant beat. Also her mind dungeon reminds me of yume nikki and thats super cool cuz i love yume nikki

Chondra and Claudio deserved way more time for their characters to develop and also their lore is weird and confusing and I think the whole missing brother thing is rlly weird too becuz of the reveal of how that all works with alex and shit. BUT if they had been handled bettter they probably would be my favorites because I think claudio is super fun and his VA sounds like he's really going for it and he's just such a chill guy and he's super passionate about his interests and i respect that and 100% would be his bestie chondra is super cool too, she's clearly really into sports and I bet she hangs out at the local skate park and impresses everyone cuz of her roller skates and also probably gets vella into skating too and they go together and have matching customised helmets just for the extra cool factor. alex and michael and rory come and watch them but are too pussy to try (alex has had enough from that stupid skateboard ability you get in vella's dungeon). Maybe she goes to some competitions for it and stuff too

uhhh some other various stuff the essentia is really cool but also confusing and it took ages to make sense of her lore but i LOVE her voice the effects to make it robot-y are *chefs kiss* and essentia 995 is just SO idk how to describe it the part when she says "often it is necessary to lie to oneself to get a tough job done" hits really hard for some reason. shes metal as fuck, metaphorically and literally. sammy is literally a caricature of a real life dead girl and i think that's pretty fucked up and they shouldnt have done that, but she would have been really cool if it wasn't for that big yikes. in general i really love a lot of the influences yiik has i'm a huge fan of rpgmaker horror and murakami books and a bunch of the other shit that it references so hehehehehe thats cool

this is long but also this is everything I can think of off the top of my head thank you for letting me be abnormal about this stupid game i hate it and love it so much :D

#yiik #yiik: a postmodern rpg #asks #ty for letting me go off for like an hour i have been exploding with thoughts about these guys for so long

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ktheist · 4 years ago

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girls like you [don’t] run ‘round with guys like me | m

characters. popular!reader x shy!jimin

genre. college au. rich kids au. fwb au. eventual ceo au. eventual racer au.

words. 4k

warnings. 18+

note. this is a repost. tumblr messed up my exposure last time. this fic didn’t show up in search and it’s probably a third post of mine that ends up like this. this one probably won’t either but posting bc someone might see it and like it.

It’s easy to tell when Park Jimin is in love.

Unlike Kim Seokjin, his eccentric, dad joke-loving friend, Jimin would only wear the pastel pink when he’s feeling giggly and shy and mushy inside.

The source of said feelings being either the barista he goes to get his daily dose of coffee from, or the girl at the library he studies at during finals or well, right now it’s the girl he’s fucking almost every day of the week - you.

“What are you doing?” Seokjin looks at him like he just dumped a spoonful of salt in a broth that needs a little, teensy bit of sugar.

Or his face seems to say that as he goes on, “she’s a mean girl. She’s mean.”

Jimin isn’t sure if Seokjin’s aware that he’s just repeated the same thing twice.

“She calls you Chim!” The older man reiterates.

“Yeah, it’s…” Jimin trails off, the heartwarming image of you cuddling into him after yet another mindblowing sex, flashing at the back of his mind, “...her pet name for me.”

“Sounds to me like she can’t remember your actual name,” Min Yoongi interjects from the couch he’s claimed for himself ever since they got to their usual hangout.

It’s a penthouse Jimin’s parents bought him on his 18th birthday. Him and the boys would hang around there after they’re done with classes or just need a place to crash whenever they have problems with their girlfriends or boyfriends or parents or any sort of problem that renders their usual room not sleepable.

“I think we can just agree we have different wants,” Jeongguk - or the sanest of them all, as Jimin likes to call him - chirps in, taking a bite of the apple he got from the fridge.

“Exactly,” Jimin throws his hands up as if freed from his elder friends’ judge-filled eyes. The vibration of his phone in his lap gives him even more comfort to know that he finally has an excuse to slip away - he checks his phone, your name flashing in the bubble that says ‘hey, wyd?’

“I have to go, it’s ___.”

A series of groans and hollers equally erupts from the men in the room at the realization of what Jimin’s ‘having to go’ means.

And so it goes. Jimin finds himself under your blanket that smells like fresh laundry - it’s a nude green color compared to the pleated black and white from last time. Your head is on his chest and he’s caressing your hair like it’s the softest thing he’s ever laid his hands on.

Besides your boobs, that is.

“I was thinking… since we have Monday off… maybe we could-”

It’s the way you push yourself off him, eyes that are onto him gazing straight into his soul, “oh shoot, Monday’s a public holiday. I totally forgot! I have to meet my parents. My dad’s been nagging me to come back since I skipped Christmas and New Year.”

And there goes his chance to ask you out on a date.

“Oh yeah, what were you saying about Monday?”

Jimin wears the biggest fake smile he can muster, “just that… me and the boys are gonna hang out and we’re bringing our girlfriends and boyfriends and uh- doesn’t have to be someone you’re exclusively seeing,” he almost chokes at the almost-admittance that he has the fattest crush on you and wants to make it official by inviting you to a couple’s-only hang out, “but like, I don’t think I’m going, it’s boring anyway.”

He waves his hand dismissively, trying to play it cool.

You make a cooing sound, eyebrows knitting together as your lips pout cutely before a playful smile blooms on your face, “I know what you’re trying to say.”

“You do?” Jimin thinks he heard his heart dropping to his stomach.

“Yeah, you’re single and all the boys have someone special they’re gonna bring… it’s gonna be awkward as hell because they’re gonna act different because they’re around their special someone so you thought if I was there, it’d be more fun because at least you have a friend with you that’s not gonna act fake the whole time there but I can’t go so you decided you’re not going too like a minute ago.”

Silence lulls in after your analogy that you sound so sure of when, in fact, he has a whole list of things he’d do on the date which he may or may not have gone over a hundred times in his head.

Doesn’t matter now, since that date is a no-go.

He’s going to delete that list off his phone once he gets to his place and drink himself silly until he wipes it out of his mind.

“Yeah,” Jimin says a moment later, “yeah… I mean, girls in love are cute but boys in love are just… annoying.”

The week flies by without Jimin ever mentioning Monday and you’ve showed him the clothes you’re going to wear to visit your parents because apparently-

“It’s lunch at some five star Michelin restaurant and I think they’re gonna tell me they’re getting a divorce,” your voice drifts into the room from the open, walk-in closet.

“If they’re not in some long, dreadful battle on who gets the holiday house with the pool and the dogs - how do I look?” You step out, in a frilly creme sweater with a black ribbon tied around the collar of your white undershirt with a black pleated skirt that stops mid-thighs, just inches from your black stockings.

A glaring contrast to your collection of washed out skinny jeans, plain t-shirts and sneakers.

“You… look…” Jimin knows he should stop openly ogling at your never-before-seen drip but there’s just something about the creme colored sweater.

“Like a good girl?” You offer with a smile Jimin couldn’t quite put a name to. Somehow he notices a trace of sadness in your eyes, but you disappear into the closet too soon.

“I’ll think about what to wear the morning I need to wear it,” you’re in the middle of pulling off the sweater when Jimin comes up behind you, kissing your neck and grabbing your boobs like they’re his.

The sound of your giggle is music to his ears.

That is, until his boner brushes against your butt and you gasp, “Chim! We just did it.”

“I know but you look so cute in that sweater.” He sounds exactly like Jeongguk. Like a fuckboy.

Like one of the boys you got tired of before you finally noticed him, the quiet, shy guy who’s friends with the outgoing, baby-faced Jeon Jeongguk whom - Jimin hates to admit it but he thinks about this every once so often and gets jealous all on his own - you’ve humped and dumped.

How you and Jeongguk still manage to stay friends and tease each other about the other’s choice of partners, Jimin doesn’t know.

It’s like a twin calling the other ugly.

He wonders if you and him will still stay friends after…

Jimin pushes the thought out of his mind. It’s not hard to forget everything when he’s with you - when he’s kissing you on the mouth like you’re the only girl he’ll want to spend the rest of his college life with and maybe his old days with together too.

“Chim, I can’t get my shirt creased,” you say but you’re already dripping wet and laying down in said shirt that’s half ridden up from him sucking and biting on your nipples.

He stopped you when you tried to take off your clothes.

“I’ll wash it and iron it for you,” he negotiates just as he rolls the condom over his length.

The sound of your giggle makes his heart skip a beat. Or maybe that’s the libido?

Either way, your mouth clamps shut when he pulls you down against him by the dip of your waist.

A different kind of hymn leaves your lips as Jimin throws his head back, relishing in the feeling of you around him.

When Monday rolls around, Jimin’s lying on the bean bag with his two legs sprawled over the floor. The boys are all out with either their significant others, working part-time or at a party.

The worn out baseball Jimin’s been tossing in the air and catching with one hand finally hits him square in the face when he hears the doorbell, signaling the presence of someone at the door and that someone being none of the boys because they would just punch in the code and strut in like they own the place.

Jimin thought maybe it’s Yoongi - the guy couldn’t even remember what he had for dinner and actually forgot the passcode to his own rental room once.

So he didn’t think to check who it was.

When your bright smile and slightly puffy eyes flash in front of him, Jimin thinks his soul just yeeted itself out of his body.

“Hey!” You sing song, holding up two plastic bags of beers and snacks.

It takes a moment for him to snap out of his stupor and grab them from your hands and then stepping aside to let you in.

“Is… everyone late or am I just early?” You sound increasingly confused as you step further into the center of the room, standing right next to the bean bag he was laying in just a moment ago.

“Oh-” he says once before he opens his mouth the second time, ready to spurt out another lie, “oh yeah… we decided not to ‘cause why hang out in a group when you can hang out with your significant other… you know, just the two of you… doing what couples do…”

“Huh,” you say, nodding though not quite believing him but you being you, easily lets it slide, plopping on the bean bag and grabbing the closest thing to you which is the ball that hit Jimin in the face - he’s sure he has a circular mark smack dab in the area on the top of his nose bridge, in between his eyes.

The dress you end up wearing is creme colored and riding up your thighs - Jimin swallows thickly and give extra attention to the bottle opener.

“So… how did lunch go?” He pops two beers open and hands one to you, taking a seat on Yoongi’s favorite couch and admiring how your dress is taking the shape of your body as gravity pulls it down.

“Oh, you know, everyone was being fake and acting like the perfect role in the family,” you put the beer down a few inches above your head so as to not tip it over with the ball you’re waving around but not throwing in the air like Jimin did.

“Sounds suffocating,” Jimin repeats a similar answer he gives whenever you use that dismissive tone while talking about your family.

“...are you okay?” Then he asks - and he’s genuinely asking - about your state of mind while casually downing the beer and feeling the bitterness lessen with every gulp.

The silence that lapses in between you is familiar.

“If I say no, can I get a hug?” It’s the look in your eyes, glimmering like the lake he used to go to in summer.

“Always,” he sets his beer down on the table next to the couch and goes over to you, standing on his knees before bending down and engulfing you in his arm.

You’ve always had a knack for picking yourself up.

When he sees you the next time, which is on instagram and a post of you having lunch with your friends, Jimin could hardly believe that’s the girl who asked him for a hug as if she’s afraid she’ll be putting him in an uncomfortable spot by asking for too much.

But there’s something…

Like an invisible wall made of ice that he can’t thaw through nor can he climb over to get to the other side where you are. Where you keep the people you love the closest. Closer than he’ll ever be.

Jeon Jeongguk is one of them.

In the picture of five people huddled close to fit in the frame, Jeongguk has his arm over you with a peace sign while you lean your head on his neck but not actually resting on it - like it’s an unconscious action you’d do because you’ve done that plenty of times.

Is it when you two were together?

Everyone he knows, knows that you and Jeongguk used to be more than just friends at some point.

Sometimes he still hears people talking about you two in passing.

‘Did ___ and Jeongguk get back together? I saw in Jeongguk’s snapstory - they were in a club or something.’

‘No way. There goes my chance of getting close with Jeongguk.’

‘Girl, with ___ hanging around him 24/7, do you think he’d look at girls like us?’

‘A girl can dream though.’

Jimin wanted to open his mouth and tell them they deserve way better than Jeon Jeongguk - though they’re not prettier than you.

He thinks you’re the loveliest girl on planet earth and if there was another life form on another planet, he’s almost a hundred percent sure you’d still be prettiest being in the universe with your obsession for skinny jeans and the way you’d unconsciously pout when he talks about how things weren’t going his way that day as if you would’ve exchanged your abundance of luck with his shitty one just because you’ve got that big of a heart and how you’d be walking with your friends, laughing and giggling and when you see him, you’d wave at him like you’re good friends.

Second only to Jeongguk and your friend group that you’re always hanging out with.

“Oh, ___? We were childhood friends.”

“Hmm… Gguk and I became friends because our parents are friends.”

The two of them say at different times and settings when Jimin asked, trying to play it cool. Like he isn’t just brimming with jealousy. Like he’s not half-way to losing his mind because the girl of his dreams just went to a retreat with his friend-of-a-friend-turned-actual-friend together when everyone else in the group who was excitedly planning for the trip - couldn’t make it.

The rooms at the inn weren’t even pre-booked. It was owned by Jeongguk’s family and they didn’t deposit any money for the trip for them to rationalize going on that trip anyway despite everyone else not being to go.

“The trip? It was fun, if you want we can go together next time.”

Jimin isn’t sure if you even mean that when he asked how the trip went after you’re glistening with the glow of after sex and scrolling through instagram, liking posts of everyone you know.

But then three months later, on your break, Jimin is hit with a ‘keep your schedule free next week for a whole week!!!’

Then he finds himself at a five star hotel by the beach with the most breathtaking view of the sea.

It wasn’t the inn owned by the Jeon’s but Jimin liked the fact that you brought him to a place - and he hopes his assumptions are true - your friends have never been before. Especially Jeongguk.

“Woah, this place is better than I thought,” a king sized bed lies directly across from the balcony where you’re standing, hair flying behind your back as the seaside breeze blows into the room.

“We can watch the sun rise and set from our bed,” Jimin comments for the sake of saying something.

He’s not sure what this means. He’s not sure if he should be having a boner at the thought of the two of you being together for a whole week without any other person getting in the way. He’s not sure if his heart should be thumping this fast.

For the first time since he’s known you, Park Jimin is the most unsure he’s ever been.

“You know what I wanna watch?” Your hands slip in his as you stand between him and the open balcony door, “you under me, biting your lips because you’re still shy about the sound you make.”

So when you tug him back into the bedroom just minutes after checking in, naturally, Park Jimin follows like he’s been bewitched by your ungodly beauty.

Once the one week of nothing but heavenly morning wishes and passionate night kisses - oh, there was more than just kissing but Jimin remembers how your lips meld so perfectly together with his the most - Jimin is sure.

‘Something definitely changed.’

He thinks maybe it’s not impossible to dream of a future with you even after college.

“Jimin I-... I’m not at a point in life to be thinking about relationships,” you say, hand gripping your arm, head lowered as if your whole body is saying sorry.

“O-oh,” is all he says, he hearts his heart breaking and his chest caving.

All of a sudden, the lights in Gangnam city doesn’t seem so bright anymore.

You both live your last year pretending like the other doesn’t exist. He doesn’t look at you when he passes you and neither did you. Only talks to Jeongguk even though you’re right next to the aforementioned man - granted you were talking with your other friends like you didn’t even notice him there.

But Jimin’s never felt so invisible in his life than he does now.

Then, graduation rolls around and he thinks finally, he won’t have to walk through the hallway and pretend like he didn’t see you. Don't have to keep a five feet distance whenever you meet up for a group project.

Park Jimin doesn’t need to see your pretty face and starry eyes anymore.

“Jimin… do you have a minute?”

Or so he thought.

“So… congrats on surviving college,” you make small talk while standing just ten feet away from the boys whom he’s sure are speculating on what you’re talking about.

Jimin never got to prove to his friends that you’re not the mean, name-forgetting girl they all thought.

Jeongguk knows you’re not. He’s always backing Jimin up when Jimin’s debunking their passing accusations about you.

“Sometimes things just don’t work out between two people but doesn’t mean one of them is the bad guy.” Jeongguk's words put an end to their debate of whether Jimin deserved better than you or not.

For someone young, Jeongguk spoke his mind decidedly.

Jimin felt ashamed that he’d ever been jealous of Jeongguk’s relationship with you.

“I just… didn’t wanna leave things on a bad note. I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings when I said no but I really like spending time with you - whether it’s sex or just staying over and cuddling for hours… I like it all.” You say the word sex and cuddle like they’re used interchangeably and Jimin thinks his heart just fluttered.

And you’d said it in public where your everyone can see or possibly pick up on what you were saying, at that.

Well, one thing’s for sure, you’ve got bigger balls than he does.

“My feelings are the same as six months ago and call me crazy but I don’t think you dislike me either.” He finally says and it feels like a deadweight has been lifted off his shoulders.

There comes that pout, as if something is bothering you and you always ever pout like that when that something concerns him.

“You kidding me? I can never dislike you.”

The Jimin from six months ago would have stared at you with disbelief and a dust of pink on his cheeks. But the Jimin he is now simply smiles, heart thumping in his chest. He nods.

“Thanks for telling me that,” and Jimin knows that’s the closest to an ‘I like you’ he can get with the girl who builds an ice fortress around her heart.

A whole year passes by and Jimin finds himself in different shades of grey every day, working at his dad’s company and attending dinner meetings. Life comes to a standstill while time passes him by.

“So, like, you have a sports car, right? Why don’t you come over to the race circuit after dinner? Everyone’s gonna be there.”

Jeongguk tells him over the phone.

And by ‘everyone’ he means the sons and daughters in the corporate world. It’s networking at its finest.

When he’s there, three cars are already racing in the circuit. The smell of burnt rubber and the sound of tires screeching against asphalt isn’t exactly his favorite but they have cheap booze instead of fine wine and he knows the people here are in for the same thing as he is.

An escape.

Away from the grandeur of fine wine and dinner dresses and the elders breathing down their necks and having to act like the next heir to the legacy they were born to carry.

“That Chevrolet over there,” Jeongguk comes, hand on Jimin’s back as his other one that’s holding a bottle of beer points at a red car that looks like a racing fireball, “everyone’s betting on that one tonight.”

Jimin doesn’t know there’s a bet.

“I’ll skip the bet this time ‘round. Haven’t seen the driver yet,” he shrugs dismissively.

Even in stock investment, he’d learned to study the market first before placing his best bet.

Jeongguk leaves his side when his friends - he’s got new ones now - beckons him over. At the same time, the Chevrolet passes the finish line seconds before the Ford Mustang and McLaren 720s, making it the winner of the night.

The driver seems like a show off with the way the car rolls up to the audience, the sound of its engines revving into the night being met with cheers of half-drunk young adults.

Arrogance is a man’s downfall.

Jimin’s about to turn around and head for the exit when the door of the car gets pushed open. The driver steps out, decked in black and red leather jeans and jackets that seem to match the car.

But it’s the smooth, silken hair that cascades past the helmet that catches his eyes.

Park Jimin’s seen many arrogant men in his life but he’s only ever seen one woman with balls and looks good wearing them.

“___! ___! ___!” The crowd starts cheering as you pull off the helmet, holding it underneath your arm and waist.

Your eyes are as brilliant as the night sky full of stars. They’re tinged with shock and then recognition. And finally, you smile that gorgeous smile that gets you misunderstood often as a woman who doesn’t need anything or anyone but uses them as they come.

But Park Jimin knows better than anyone, how wholeheartedly happy that smile looks when you see him.

Like meeting a good friend after a long time.

Seven months down the road, Jimin finds himself with just a blanket draped over his waist while you’re taking a shower in his bathroom to get ready to head to Hong Kong for a business trip.

He hears the sound of the shower head being turned off. The tapping of your foot around his bedroom as you pick up your clothes that are strewn all over the floor.

Then the bed dips ever so gently under your weight as you climb over to him, the fresh scent of shower get filling his senses. Lips press a deep, lingering kiss on his. As if you don’t want to go to a place where he won’t be.

A few socials and midnight races after his first meeting with you after a long time, you asked him if he’s seeing someone.

“If I say yes, what will you do?” It’s playful at first, because Jimin didn’t want to get himself hurt the second time.

But it’s the way you tilted your head, a finger tapping on your chin as you pondered on his words, “that’s a problem because I don’t want to be that girl that steals another girl’s man,” then you looked at him like you know he’s the one you want to wake up to every morning and the last face you see when you sleep at night and if you can’t have that. then-

“Can you be mine… just for tonight?”

“I don’t think I can.” The crestfallen expression you wear makes his own heart break, even if it’s just for a split second-

“Because I’m not seeing anyone but I’m in that point in life where I want a serious relationship or nothing at all.”

But what he doesn’t tell you is how he doesn’t want a relationship if it’s not with the girl who still haunts his dreams even after all this time.

Just like how you’d turned him down because you weren’t looking to be in a relationship before, you’d courted Jimin like you’d want to spend your whole life with him now.

Flowers got sent to his office everyday until it smells nothing short of floral. You’d be there, waving at him like he’s your savior in that dreadful social you were both attending. Every week, you’d plan dinner dates under the guise of catching up.

Before you race, you’d look over to where he’s standing, as if saying ‘this one’s for you’ before slipping into your car and coming out first every single time.

As if you were making up for every month of the year that you’d let life pass you by.

Now you’ve won a total of 36 races since he met you and the metal band you gifted him on the night of your 12th win feels warm against his skin. As if it’s absorbed all the love and adoration you poured into it.

And you’re wearing that ring he got you on your birthday on your finger that’s resting on his chest where his heart is as he kisses you back just as reluctant to let you leave.

But Park Jimin knows wherever you are, wherever you will be - you will always find your way back to each other.

Back home.

#bts smut #jimin smut #bts fics #jimin fic #bts fanfic #jimin fanfic #jimin x you #bts x you #bts x reader #jimin x reader #jimin fics #bts fic #bts fanfics #jimin fanfics #jimin scenarios #bts scenarios

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originaldanganronpascenarios · 3 years ago

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Drv3 boys request. Best friend-crush reader constantly gets confessed to and hit on bcuz of their beaty and very admirable personality, but alway declines(cuz they like the boys). The boys want to ask out reader but is scared they’ll reject them like the others and it would ruin their friendship. How would they react when reader suddenly makes a big romantic gesture and ask them out instead?

I didn't expect the last part of this ask Aaaa that's amazing.

V3 boys with a crush that constantly gets confessed to... That confesses to them!

Ryoma Hoshi

Do you really think that he even thought of confessing to you? All those people he witnessed confessing to you made you extremely uncomfortable.

So there's no way that he's going to say it and be another person on this list. He's perfectly fine being your close friend. Actually it's more than enough.

It's a bit funny really. He doubts any possible feelings you may or may not have for him while you reject everyone just to be with him.

But it's not like he thought it'd be good for you to like him. Heck he thought that you being friends was a bit dangerous for you.

So even if you shared mutual feelings it doesn't really mean that he would accept it. There was a slight possibility that he'd reject you.

You were aware of this possibility, but you still wanted to try. You had to!

You had the flowers, the time and the place. Ryoma was a little early but it's not like you were possibly bothered by it.

He was a bit surprised to see you holding flowers but there was no way it could-

You turn towards him and give him the flowers. But the most shocking part was you asking him to date you.

He wanted to think that you're joking but he knew you weren't. His silence made you anxious.

"So... You rejected everyone because you liked me? Geez you have an odd taste kiddo" he joked still not believing it was happening "I might not deserve it but- I feel the same about you"

Gonta Gokuhara

It was a bit weird when people had the guts to confess to you while you were hanging out with him.

The fact that someone wanted to tell you something while you spend time with him didn't bother him... But the fact that it made you uncomfortable did.

So he wanted to help you. Picking less crowded places, trying to make you appear busy. He asked if you agreed for him doing so. The second you change your mind he'll stop.

But you had just the thing that would stop at least the ones that are decent and know when to back off.

And it's of course confessing to Gonta and if he likes you back your relationship will be official right away.

You didn't do it to use him obviously- you liked him for a long time and what I just said was a joke.

You wanted this to be special since he was special. You thought about your favorite places and found a perfect option.

There was a lake where you often could see lots of dragonflies. And although it's not his favorite kind of a bug this lake is one of the first special places he took you to. So it had that sentimental points.

When he showed up you decided to first have a warm conversation before you told him how you feel.

The grass was soft but not as soft as he felt when you told him this. He was overjoyed and did speak ever so slightly louder.

"Gonta would love to be with Y/N! Gonta swears to make Y/N happy everyday!"

K1B0

It took him a while to figure out his feelings... When he did things got a bit awkward for him.

He was scared to change things between you two... But he wanted things to change. He wanted to be with you, to be able to hold your hand, be the reason why you're smiling and to make you feel how he feels around you.

He didn't wanted to be like all those people saying sweet nothings out of nowhere, disturbing you and even being rude to you when you reject them.

But of course those things are something he wouldn't dare to do... He just didn't wanted you to think that he's like those people.

There was no other choice, he had to grin and bear it. With time you had realized and connected the dots that he liked you too and you couldn't be more happy.

Even though it was just a silly assumption the very thought of being with Kiibo just made your day.

Now it was time to make that thought into reality! And you had a silly plan that probably would work.

You were listening to music together- but between the songs there was one audio file of your confession.

While you cringed at the sound of your recorded voice he was shocked.

He didn't really believe what was happening so he asked if you recorded it. When you admitted to it he didn't really know how to react.

"I- uhm- I like you to. Sorry I just don't know what to say, I'm so happy!"

Kaito Momota

He was over the moon about his feelings for you actually, but he had no problem keeping it to himself.

Knowing how many people made you uncomfortable with their confessions he thought it'd be best if he waited it out and most importantly respect and ask what your feelings are in the first place.

He didn't really think when he asked if you liked anyone. But as he found out that yes, there was someone he was ready to support you.

Although he'd be lying if he said he wasn't jealous... Or angry about the fact that you won't tell him who you like.

He'd try to guess but he couldn't. At that point he thought that he did guess at one point and you just said no anyways.

You knew that with him you had to be straightforward. Of course he probably would be able to tell your intentions but it'd be ideal to let him know without having to worry if he thinks it's platonic.

So you were ready for anything even to bluntly correct him.

When you were hanging out he noticed that you were acting a bit differently and he thought it was becouse he was forcing you to tell him who do you like so you're trying to be cautious around him.

So he apologized for that and ended up giving a few hints that he might like you back.

It gave you some confidence boost so you had a perfect opportunity to strike, and that's exactly what you did.

"What!? It was me all that time!?... You could've just said so. I was worried that I'll never get to tell you how I feel"

Shuichi Saihara

He tried to pay no attention to all those people who declare their love to you. Some were flashy with their confession while some just told you about their feelings.

He was a bit jealous over all those admirers... Not because you had so many. It was because he wished to be as brave as them and tell you how he feels.

But it's not like he could easily admit to it himself. He just didn't know what to say and with each admirer he became more and more scared.

One day he just asked- okay more just blurted out the question if you liked someone.

You weren't lying when you said yes, but you needed some time before you tell him you-know-what.

So his any interest to confess to you was out of the window. But he prepared himself to support you and your future partner.

His question prompted you to step up and finally confess. Since he's definitely going to start guessing.

That was what you assumed, Shuichi didn't actually want to know who you fell for. He only "knew" that it wasn't him.

You decided to confess in a bit risky way. What I mean is: you left a confession letter inside a novel you let him borrow. It could fall out at any time!

You were worried this might happen but soon enough you got a message from him.

He would call you and thought a lot about doing so but he knew he'd be at loss of words so he just decided to text you instead.

"Do you really like me?" this was a sign that he did in fact get your letter.

After that you texted for a while but as to his feelings for you, he decided that he'll try to tell you in person.

Rantaro Amami

He never paid much attention to his feelings. So even when he realized that he's in love he knew he shouldn't say anything.

Looking how many people you rejected he thought you weren't interested in anyone at all.

Of course there were some people you considered strangers. But there were few that were close to you too.

And hey being friends with you was super fun. So why should he make things awkward by letting know how he feels?

You can't have everything in the world and for Rantaro just your smile was enough.

While he set his feelings aside you were preparing yourself to confess.

You decided to strike at a perfect time. The beautiful sight before you (other than Rantaro obviously) the warm atmosphere...

You said it. Without regrets, you couldn't stop yourself. He was a bit surprised but he didn't let you wait long for his answer.

"Hah... I don't really know what to say at a time like this... Can I kiss you instead and let it be my answer?"

Kokichi Ouma

He saw you reject people so often he swears he knows the outcome just by the look on your face. Even when you politely decline and show no signs that you'll say no he still can tell.

If someone really messes it up he's gonna joke about this later with you. He just wanted to make you laugh so you won't have to worry about it much.

You might not like the idea so much but it happened when someone crossed the line and made you feel uncomfortable so you didn't feel that bad...

And it DEFINITELY doesn't make him anxious about confessing... Impossible- he would never.

Of course he's not like those idiots who don't even know you. And in the end he can turn it into a joke if he messes it up.

But the memory would probably haunt him and not let him sleep at night, so he rathers not risking it.

So you had to make the move. It was a bit hard but you knew how to get to him. You had to wait for your "making fun of people who confessed to you" session to do that.

That's when you mentioned that you were interested in someone and now it was the best time to make things obvious.

He was ready to tease the living shit out of you and hoped you'd share the news. But you made him guess.

It was interesting to hear the names he'd assume before himself. So you spoiled the fun.

"Aww Y/N I almost got it! That's not fair" he crossed his arms "But since you're really dying to be with me I suppose I can entertain you from now on in a bit different way"

Korekiyo Shinguji

He's observant and he's pretty sure somehow he saw all of the confessions so far. Some were creative while some incredibly creepy.

He did make a joke once about you being so popular just to see your reaction. It was interesting that you rejected everyone even those he assumed you were close with.

A little tease like this can show him how you view those interactions. He wanted to know if you find it amusing or heartbreaking.

Whatever your answer was he acknowledged it and knew that from now on it'd be better to keep his feelings to himself.

He was entertained enough just being with you as you were so he didn't really care that he has to ignore his heart's call.

You were beautiful, the special kind of beauty within you was something he could witness every day. What more he could ask for?

Only if he knew what you were up to... It'd ruin the surprise!

You studied the language of flowers just so when you give him the special bouquet you'd tell him meaning of each flower.

He was of course already aware of those but since you were telling them about it he knew that it was supposed to mirror your feelings.

"To believe that I was blind to your feelings all this time... Let me make this up to you"

~Mod Angie

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wheeier · 3 years ago

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no taking back

summary: it was only fun and games. but steve had other plans.

warnings: modern au, tooth-rotting fluff i guess, little but of swearing

+ olivia rodrigo’s sour album (stream besties), the movie tangled at the end because it just radiates as a comfort movie

yes a modern au !!! i just saw this on tiktok (the sour part, but the rest was my idea!) and thought it was so cute so it gave me an idea to make it as a fic, enjoy !!!

steve harrington x fem!reader

olivia rodrigo’s new album just released and you were thrilled to listen to it and stream it the whole day.

when you finally got to listen to it, you asked your friends—robin, nancy, and the party, if they listened to it and which ones were their favorites.

robin told you that her top three were hope ur ok, jealousy, jealousy, and brutal.

nancy said she really loved favorite crime.

max said hers was also brutal.

el told you that she played good 4 u and traitor on repeat that hopper had to go into her room to turn it down.

when mike comes over to the cabin he can assure that el does indeed play them on repeat and get pissy about it (but he secretly loves the album, but he wouldn’t let her or anyone know that).

and lastly lucas and dustin are fans of deja vu and 1 step forward 3 steps back. max even told you that they would sing the bridge of deja vu on the top of their lungs.

you slightly laughed at the memory of them telling you about it.

however, there’s one more person that you haven’t talked to about it yet.

steve.

your smile faltered and faded when he came across in your mind.

your feelings for him had deepened over the time and listening to the sour album made it feel like you two had broken up, which in fact, is not true because you were never together in the first place.

suddenly, an idea popped in your head. instead of being sad about steve, you thought about texting him, although it’s almost 1AM, you knew he’d still be up.

Sailor Man

You: hey

You: u up?

Sailor Man: duh

Sailor Man: this has been our nightly routine u always bother me when i’m about to go to sleep

You: fuck off

You: don’t pretend that you’re not binge watching outer banks until 4am

Sailor Man: i’m not?!?

You: yeah right

You: anyways

You: can u do me a favor

Sailor Man: will i get free pizza afterwards

You: no

Sailor Man: k

You: what the fuck

You: fine

Sailor Man: hehe

Sailor Man: what’s the favor ;)

You: dont get me started with that winky face i swear ure so dead when i see you at the wheeler’s house tomorrow

You: have you listened to olivia rodrigo’s new album

Sailor Man: ohh the bitter album?

You: ITS SOUR DUMBASS

Sailor Man: I DONT KNOW?!?

You: I CANT DO THIS HJAGSK

Sailor Man: shut up

Sailor Man: i’ve heard some of the songs but i haven’t fully listened to them

Sailor Man: why

You: can you like

You: ask me to be ur girlfriend then break up with me right after so i can experience and actually feel the whole sour album

Sailor Man: what

You: just do it !!

Sailor Man: you’re so funny (y/n/n)

Sailor Man: okay

Sailor Man: will you be my girlfriend?

You: yes !!!

You: ...

You: hello

You: dont tell me u fell asleep

Sailor Man: i’m not doing the last part you might as well forget about it

You: wjat

Sailor Man: :D

You: wtf

You: okay steve cut it out i’m not doing this anymore u’re not funny

Sailor Man: nope

Sailor Man: go to sleep we’re dating now that’s how this works

Sailor Man: okay i dont know if you’re still reading this now and i am terrified to say this to you in person like TERRIFIED. might piss my pants if i did. so (y/n/n), my favorite dumbass, my favorite person to talk to at night even if it interrupts my binge watching marathon, you make me so happy to the point that even when i sleep you’re still in my dreams. i like you. i have like the biggest fattest crush on you. and thank you for doing that sour album thing or whatever, because of that i get to finally ask you out

you rolled on your back after you read the message, facing the ceiling as your mind processed what just happened. was he playing with you? was he actually serious about asking you out?

Incoming video call...

Sailor Man

you took a deep breath before tapping the green button and placing it back down on the bed.

“hey,” you can tell that he was tired based on his voice. “can you show your face, please? i miss you.”

ignoring the butterflies in your stomach, you hesitantly lifted the phone and shifted your position to lay on your side. “hey.”

“hey yourself.” steve grins. that stupid grin that makes your stomach turn, that grin you always want to see everyday.

“what’s..up?” you avoided looking at him and started to admire your surroundings and the posters placed on your wall. this was the only time you were glad you weren’t with him in person.

“i just wanted to see if you’re okay.” of course he will ask that. he's steve. he cares about other more than himself.

“i am, thanks.” you showed a smile that doesn't reach your ears and steve knew something was bothering you. “hey, look. i'm sorry about my confession- if it made you uncomfortable i'm sorry-”

“no,” you cut him off, looking back at his face on the screen. “i’m fine, really. you don't have to apologize. i was just, surprised.”

there was silence between the two of you for a few seconds, before you spoke again. “did you mean it?” you voice was only above whisper but steve managed to hear them. “of course,” he answered almost too quick, without any hesitation. “i've been trying to find the perfect opportunity and had been asking god for signs because i can't make a move myself-”

“asking god?” you chuckled and steve smiled hearing them, glad that he somehow lightened the mood. “well, more like begging.” he continues and you giggled.

once your laughter died you both fell into silence again. you still couldn’t believe that out of a fun joke, it would turn into a whole another situation. “so, um.. just so you know, i’m not mad, or upset, or anything. i really was just surprised. it felt like a dream because i didn’t know that you like me back and all i did was just supposed to be a fun joke but—”

“hold on, back?”

“what?”

“like you back. you said i like you back.” steve sat up on his bed and fixed his hair as his eyes widened. “i did...” you said slowly, not catching up.

“does that mean you..”

then it hit you. “oh, right. yeah. i- i like you..too.” you waited for his reaction and once you saw him smile you couldn’t stop yourself from doing the same.

“i knew it. and well, i guess that confirms it. we’re dating now. no taking back.” he smirks then laughs when your rolled your eyes. “don’t flatter yourself, harrington. i did not say shit.” you pointed your index finger on the screen, barely containing your giggles.

“based on your beautiful smile i think you don’t need to say it. i like you, and you like me. we’re dating.” steve gives you a teasing smile. you tried keeping your serious face but it won’t last longer so you finally smiled again. “alright, fine. no taking backs. we’re dating.” you said then laughed as he whisper-yelled ‘yes!’ while fist pumping the air.

he soon joined your laughter and you stayed like that until your jaw was pretty much in pain because of your smiles. when it was all quiet again, you both just admired each other’s presence through the screens of your phones. “i wish i was there with you.” he mumbles. “yeah, me too.” you hugged your cold pillow beside you, closing your eyes for a moment and imagining it as steve.

“are your parents home?”

you snorted at his random question. “i’m actually alone right now, they’re out because dad got promoted at his work so he and mom and i think a few friends went out to celebrate. they should be home by an hour or two. why?”

“nothing.” was all he said before hanging up. you were left confused but then he’s your best friend after all, so you knew right then and there that he’ll do something stupid. after you turned your phone off you suddenly felt watching a movie so you went to the kitchen to make some popcorn.

when it was finished and had been put in a bowl, that’s when you heard your doorbell rang—in a pattern which you recognize, and only one person does that.

you let out a quiet laugh when you realized who it was and set the bowl on the counter before opening the door.

“hi!” steve greeted you with a smile. “uh, hi?” you laughed nervously and stepped aside for him to go in. “i smell popcorn, are we having a movie night?” he says as he steps inside and shrugged off his jacket. “actually yeah, i’m planning on watching—”

“tangled.” he finishes off, you subconsciously smiled upon hearing your favorite movie. “how’d you know?”

steve snatches a few popcorns from the bowl as you both arrived in the kitchen. “(y/n), you have watched that movie 7 times this week and always gush to me about it.”

“well, you’re the only one that is around my age that i can talk to with that movie. robin and nancy aren’t that into it.” you replied, grabbing the bowl and making your way back to your bedroom, steve following your heels. “and you think i’m the best option to talk to about that?” he asks, plopping down on your bed and resting his back on the headboard.

“you’re not complaining.” you shrugged as you grabbed your laptop and sat beside steve.

“yeah, probably because i like you.” it came out of his mouth casually. you froze in place and felt your cheeks heat up, finally nodding your head slowly, “..probably.” as you typed in the movie in your laptop you felt steve scoot closer, making your breath hitch.

you were both in a comfortable silence while watching the movie, except for a few jokes and comments that steve makes and him explaining how similar he was to flynn rider.

“you know, since i’m eugene, you could be rapunzel.” he suddenly says. you eyes were still on the screen but your eyebrows furrowed. “why? i’m nothing like her.”

finally looking at steve, you almost screamed how he was already looking at you. “oh, you are so rapunzel. you may not have the longest hair in the world, but you are pretty much similar.” he replies, smiling and not taking his eyes off of you.

you paused the movie and shifted your body towards him, intrigued by his explaination. “how so?”

“well, first off,” steve starts, resting his hands on the soft mattress. “you’re both sweet, you’re both a huge ray of sunshine, have gorgeous eyes and smile, and eugene is head over heels over you — and since he doesn’t exist in real life, i’d like to be the substitute.” he finished with a confident smile.

after about three seconds, you burst out of laughter. you laughed. as much as he loves the sound of your laugh, he can’t help but pout. “(y/n), i’m trying to be sweet here!”

“i’m sorry!- it’s just- i can’t help but laugh at your flirting.” you managed to say between your laughs. you know he’s kidding but he looked at you like he was offended.

your laughter died down and held steve’s face. “it’s cute, sorry.” you mumble with a little laugh. when he finally smiled you turned to your laptop and continued the movie.

steve gazes at you for a few more seconds before watching the movie with you again. “thank you.” you whisper, glancing at him.

“you’re very much welcome, my rapunzel.” he says smiling before he slides a bit down on the bed so his head could reach your shoulder and rests it there.

you giggled as you heard him whisper,

“thank you, olivia rodrigo.”

#steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington fluff #fluff #imagines #stranger things imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #stranger things fic #cute fic #i hope you enjoyed help #fluff fic #steve harrington x reader imagine #sour #sour olivia rodrigo #tangled

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baka-writings · 4 years ago

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𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬

Warnings: A tiny (Subin) bit of nsfw

YAY MY 1ST VICTON REQUEST

Also I went kinda overboard with Hanse, cuz I'm a biased bitch 😅

𝐒𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐨

the sweetest bf ever, no kidding

honestly he'd do anything for you, anytime

like you wanna go on a date at midnight? you got it

he'd take care of you

lowkey forcing you eat your meals

and of course checking out if you eat your meals properly

he'd be the gentleman he is almost always whether he's tired or not

very affectionate

pda in front of other members? oh yEs

gives you random kisses 24/7

he'd be really quick to notice if there's something bothering you

he'd ask you about it and try his best to solve your problem

would listen to everything you're saying, nodding here and there

he's very serious when needed so if you were telling him something really serious/bad he'd be in the top 3 of the most understanding members in Victon

but he'd be also annoying like

challenging you in everything

he'd let you win tho, ngl

unless it was in bed😌

he's a strong man and fairly tall so no escaping

but even then he'd be such a gentleman

at first

later he wouldn't be that gentleman sorry not sorry

(later in the relationship/when you already did the deed etc)

he's a dom obviously

and very vocal if you ask me

i feel like he'd lOve to use his tongue anYwhere on you

would be rough most of the time but at the same time be careful not to hurt you

he'd love to pull your hair

and you better pull his too

also kinda kinky imo

he can go from 0 to 100 real quick, in bed as well

so you better watch out 😌

𝐒𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐤

the sweetest bf ever no 2

he'd sing for you anytime you wanted

he'd be so happy if you compliment his singing

cooks for you

wouldn't let you cook so you'd have to plead him

he'd like nicknames you'd give him unless they are dumb 😂

my personal favorite for him is angel, cuz he sings like one and looks like one

he'd same as Seungwoo take care of you

like a true mom

eye smiles 24/7

unlike Seungwoo, he wouldn't show that much pda in front of the members cuz they'd tease him for that too

but would always stay close to you whenever you all hangout

he'd sing you before sleep and would get flustered if you actually didn't fall asleep and only listened to his singing

he'd like to have you close to him

especially when you sleep

WHICH REMINDS ME

😈

he's not as kinky as Seungwoo

but i think his biggest turn on would be your face while he's slamming himself inside of you

i can also lowkey see him liking to be slightly choked, but not too much

which reminds me

switch

i don't see him that vocal honestly

but would like you being vocal

yes he likes to keep you close during these times too sO he'd probably go too deep just to be close don't @ me

when you are done i see him switching to his momma self again and clean ya'll up

unless you want another round 😌

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧

aka my side hoe

clown 1/3

he'd talk the shit outta you

annoying

but cute

too much pda in front of others

unless someone teases him about it

then he'd add even more

pda with some inappropriate touches, always a yes for him

he wouldn't even try to hide it tbh

pls touch his dimples

he'd crack jokes whenever you're sad, mad, stressed etc

so honestly there would be NO time for such negative emotions ✨

but he'd also tease you sometimes so you better prepare some comebacks

when you two are already dating he might get a bit possessive i feel like

but not the jealous possessive

more like he'd be lowkey worried you'd leave him or something

mention his brother and he'll gladly introduce you, but would be protective af

talking about his bro, if you want to tease him or want him to make love to you, just say his bro was your bias in madtown and he'll show you why he should be the only one you look at ;)

but he wouldn't really show it unless needed

great kisser

like have you seen those lips?

delicious

cuddles every day, anytime and anywhere

he looks cute and innocent, but we know he ain't

call him byunchan (pervert + Chan in korean)

we all know what I'm talking about 😉

you should probably watch what you're saying cuz he will make double meanings and pervert things from anything

unless you want that

in that case get ready for some fun

kinda kinky tbh

a switch

those hips 🥵

he'd be slightly on the rougher side tbh

if his hips do the same thing as when he's dancing then well rip you

bitting kink

would maybe like to choke you while he overstimulates you 💀

𝐒𝐞𝐣𝐮𝐧

clown 2/3

another annoying one

would talk the shit out of you as well

every date is eating somewhere

him eating your food

eating competitions between you two

PDA!! Like he'd even show you off

compliments won't work on him cuz he knows he's all that

you'd like to scare him sometimes even with the help of his members

he'd cry

he'd let you borrow his hoodies

"it looks better on me tho"

he'd be happy if you jammed to his songs and sang his parts

wouldn't let you touch his dimples or kiss them for fREE

which means he has to have something in it to let you touch 'em

probably a kiss or something

such a tease

and a brat

he's a switch, nothing else

praising kink (recieving)

he'd be very confident in himself during these times too

would like his hair to be pulled

i can also see him liking mirror sex??

i mean seeing him fucking you from behind in the mirror sounds kinda hot if you ask me 🥵

also he is kinky too, but keeps his kinks a bit lowkey.. at first

would high-key love being tamed like a brat he is

oh and also i see him being vOcal, same like Seungwoo

not that rough, but deep thrusts making you lose it pretty soon ;) aka ego boost

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞

my main hOe

clown 3/3

loud af

pda in front of members

always

but for him I feel like it'd also be some kind of flirting and inappropriate touches so someone, probably Sejun would "get a room" y'all

tattoos, pls touch them

or lick them-

honestly, biased or not he'd be one of the best bfs from this group

he seems like he could kill a bitch, but we know he's a soft boy

sometimes

he'd be all giggly around you during your 1st days/weeks of dating

but then..ooof

a real clownery tbh

he'd like to be taken care of, like cooking for him, checking up on him and so on

that would make him so so so happy and happy Hanse is what we want

always.

he'd love you two have matching accessories like earrings or chokers! (so he could choke you later)

everytime he smiles, you smile and then he smiles when you smile and-

okay but then he'd also be a pervert and sometimes you'd have to go 'eH?' when he talks shit to check if you heard correctly or not

you'll always hear correctly

ya'll would paint each other's nails

everytime he makes a new song, he'd ask you what do you think because your opinion is important to him

he'd be a lil happy puppy when you compliment his songs (either solos or group songs since he co-writes the lyrics)

I'd like to think he wouldn't wake you up anNoYinGly as he did to Seungsik, but- uhh he would

you might challenge him in freestyle, he'd let you win and compliment your skills even If you were nOt as good as him (i mean is that possible?)

but also would be highkey shook If you did very good, he'd even forget his lyrics so you'd win

then he'd whine

anyway...a switch (dom lean)

his usual flirty line or when he's in the mood would be "mind tasting my piercing?"

and If you're in the mood just say "Sure If I can Do you as well"

honestly use the "Do Hanse" joke anytime and he's yours, truly..

i feel like he'd say something like "I'll Do you now" while he enters you and fucks you senseless (like he will dO you while hAnse is in you-)

vocal in bed, but mostly like high grunts

chOking both recieving and giving as well as bitting and all of these kinks

also..his tongue..with a rap like that I can't imagine how good he'd be eating you out ;)

rough thrusts all the way

keeps going when he hears your moans

𝐁𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧

big baby

back hugs or any kind of hugs

lowkey a brat too tbh

dimples show off™

he'd be actually vEry happy if you touched his dimples lmao

that would make him kInda cocky

would sing for you randomly and also teach you some dances

he'd actually enjoy dancing and/or singing together

a great cuddle buddy tbh

he'd be very clingy

to impress you he'd act manly and just hOt (see gif)

but would sometimes fail, because you'd start laughing 💀

borrowing his hoodies and shirts

but never giving them back-

if you're a lot shorter than him, he'd for example help you reach high places

if you're not that short well

he'd put things even higher so you'd ask for his help

kinda petty imo

anYway not really kinky, but on the more vocal side in bed

don't @ me but a sub

i think his most visible kink would be you doming him 💀 honestly

also some dirty talk (recieving) while you bounce on him

i can also see him mAybe being into some ice play tbh

just think about it😈

he's not rough, not vanilla either...perfect middle path

𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐢𝐧

a baby™

cuddles! always, whether you like it or not

i think he'd be teased by his hyungs

and told to use a protection

he'd just nervously laugh like ugH yeah sure

he'd be jelly if his pets greeted you before him or payed more attention to you

he'd pout

he can be very shy sometimes, so it'd take him ages to ask you out

he'd probably be accompanied by Seungwoo if you guys met 💀

if you by any chance go drinking, you should probably stop him tbh

he'd also pout if you called him cute

"I'm not cute *pout*"

which is cute

he maybe wouldn't necessarily sing for you as he'd be shy and not very confident

but would LOVE if you sang for him, it would make him fall in love with you more... especially if it was either his song or a song he loves

he'd never interrupt you, just listen to your voice

he'd love if he brought food to him when he practices (other members would be jelly and steal his food so you better bring them too then)

sometimes he'd tell you some weird/dirty jokes without thinking about them first

his excuse would be "Hanse said-"

now all jokes aside, he is a babie but when you two are alone he'd have those dirty times

however he'd be shy to ask for what he wants, like he'd never or rarely ask for it

but you'd see it on him anyway

like he'd be unfocused and talk less

a sub(in)

you could have so much fun with him honestly 😈

tsundere (Seungwoo said it, not me🤷🏻‍♀️)

his hidden kinky

would love bitting, both recieving and giving

for some reason i also see him liking having a collar with a chain so you can pull him whenever and wherever you like?😌

he would be vanilla of course but not that rough either, however his secret dream is to go rough tbh

also he is young so he might want to try many kinks as long as both of you want that

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lingerlikeastolenkiss · 3 years ago

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the archer theory about taylor swift coming out.

well, i've seen some people talking about this song and i had to listen to it again, since it's one of my favorite songs on lover and it also has to do with the theories and the meaning this song has to me.

i don't want to apply this to anyone so feel free to SKIP and NOT READ if you don't agree that this is a LGBTQIA+ song.

pure my own interpretation but you don't have to come to me if you don't like, she has a lot of songs and some of them are free for interpretations and they have different meanings to different people.

the first line it's:

“combat, i'm ready for combat / i say i don't want that but what if i do?”

this line to me has the deepest meaning and it comes along with the one in you are in love “and you will understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars” and in ivy “this is the goddamn fight of my life and you started it” and both songs are before and after the archer which makes the archer in the middle.

the combat she's (maybe) referring to it's about coming out being (still) the american dream and the woman everyone looks up to when it comes to pop music, she says she don't want it but what if she does? what if she want to fight for it, fight for who she is and who she wants people to see that she really is? it's a combat because you can't come out if you're not ready to start a war against the world.

“cause cruelty wins in the movies / i've got a hundred thrown-out speeches i almost said to you”

cruelty here, to me, it's about how cruel it is to not have the story of your life in the big screen, like, we grow up seeing the bad stories about LGBTQIA+ couples and it's always about how they didn't end up together or how bad they are treated. the “speeches i almost said to you" looks like something she was ready to say to us, her fans, and she didn't had the chance or she wasn't really ready.

“easy they come, easy they go / i jump from the train, i ride off alone / i never grow up it's getting so old, help me hold on to you”

when i first saw the miss americana documentary, i highlighted that part where she is trying to convince her father and the rest of the team that it was a good idea/good move to speak up about the politics and the situation of the trump thing. and it was very hard for me to watch because it was clearly a bunch of old men that grew up and still have in mind their conservatory concepts that goes against what taylor wanted to tell her whole life, they were just trying to silence her and she decided to do it anyway because she is a grown woman and she never spoke up about those things before the reputation era.

the easy they come and easy they go line goes for the fans, they are always in and out and sometimes some of them never want to come back and stay because in the first bad thing that happens to her it pulls them away. she jumps from the train and ride off alone, the train maybe is about her life that never stops and she takes a break from it, the media, the relationships, the image she has in front of the whole world and she ride alone because there's no one in the world that could understand her more than herself. she never grow up when it comes to being more mature when it comes to some things and having the capacity to speak her truth, she's asking us to let her hold on to us when things go harder and when everyone else has left her.

“i've been the archer, i've been the prey / who could ever leave me darling, but who could stay?”

i fucking love this line so much because when you are a LGBTQIA+ kid growing up, you always has to fight against being the bad person and the good person, you grow up seeing in the news that you will die young and that there's people out there that will try to tell you that loving someone of the same sex is the wrong thing to do. being the archer and also the prey is like haunting yourself until you realize who you really are, you have that idea internalized in you, the homophobic jokes you grew up listening and you're also the target and it's like both sides of a coin. who could ever leave her for being a (bi, pan, lesbian) woman? who could ever stay if she's a (bi pan, lesbian) woman? it's like “who could stay in the darkest of the darkest times here with me because it looks like i am lost and i don't know where to go”

“dark side, i search for your dark side / but what if i'm alright, right, right, right here?”

the dark side is not the bad side like people point out, the dark side of someone is like when the moon is half shown and half hidden, and you can only see the part that's out for the light. here the dark side of taylor is the one she haven't showed to us, and to me this line is not about a potential lover but about herself. and this song feels like a mirror, so to me, she's talking to herself and trying to find her dark side in front of her own image. the sequence “alright, right” it's like the dark side saying “i am here and it's good”.

“and i cut off my nose just to spite my face / then i hate my reflection for years and years”

this fucking line is the deepest for me, because it's like, she cut a part of herself to looks like someone who she wasn't made to be, it reminds me of having to hide your true side in despite of being hurt or left aside. how many LGBTQIA+ kids and teenagers has to hide from their parents? we change our way to see the world, we lie to everyone about our love interestings, we hide in the closet and we don't face ourselves because this is not who we are and then we spent the rest of our life hating our reflection because we don't recognize this person but everybody loves this version we created, it's easy, it's very easy to love a straight person but it's the hardest thing to let a queer kid feel loved. it's very easy to not tell a straight person how to be but it's the hardest thing teach a queer kid how to love themselves.

“i wake in the night, i pace like a ghost / the room is on fire, invisible smoke / and all of my heroes die all alone / help me hold on to you”

she's s ghost to the people who live with her so she's not seen, everything is burning and there's an invisible smoke that's where she fades in, and all of her heroes, probably the queer ones that are dying everyday all alone and the ones who died were left alone in their final days. again she's asking if she can count on us to keep going if things go hard.

“i see right through me / they see right through me / can you see right through me?”

seeing through someone means that you see their true version, like if you're looking at their soul and they're so open that you can read anything. it's understanding someone and knowing someone inside and out. just like the lover mv where she's inside the fish tank, it's a metaphor for a thing that can be seen by everyone just like a mirror. and the delicate mv where she's not seen until she enters the bar and sees a person. she can see through herself and people are seeing through her but not in the way she wants to be seen and then she asks (for the fans?) if we can see right through her. could we fight the wars with her? be the shoulder for her to lean on? stay even when she's about to face the fight the biggest war of her life?

“all the king's horses, all the king's men / couldn't put me together again / cause all of my enemies started out friends”

king's horses and king's men also align with the chorus and the universe of being the prey in a world of men. also it can also be the world of a society that lives inside a bubble and cannot accept diversity. not even the men, (her father, team, men she dated?) could put her together again after all that she have been through, and it matches with the “i cut off my nose just to spite my face”. all of her enemies once were friends which implies that she can't trust anyone and as the song goes as (in my vision) a LGBTQIA+ letter to her fans, she's saying that there's no one that could handle this secret and she already tried to tell them but it ended wrong.

that's it. to me this song has a deep meaning and i couldn't put everything i wanted to in this post. also i just want taylor to know that there's a lot of sapphic connotations in her songs and i will always stay.

#taylor swift #gaylor #gaylor swift #the archer #gaylor theory #gaylor proof

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cleitherphobiamonsters · 2 years ago

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(this is a continuation of the last y/n x Jeff the killer piece I posted. I ask for prompts for this universe, please.)

Mick ((y/n's son)) had been more avoidant and quiet since Jeff made a reappearance, having practically thrown the man out of the apartment after spotting him... to the killer's amusement from the sound of it.

... not the kind of quiet she was used to, not the usual teenage "I want to be on my own" or anything like that ... no, it reminded her an awful lot of how he had behaved when she and Mick's father divorced. It was that quiet where it's like he knows something and wants to say it... but also never says it. And it bothered her because he couldn't even hold a conversation with her, anytime she tried talking to him about it he spontaneously had a reason to leave.

Times like these really make her think back to when Mick was a clingy and overly honest little one... where had the years gone? She sighs again while brushing her (hair color) hair, then fixes her (favorite color) tie and brushes any remaining wrinkles out of her clothes. She'll be meeting her hopefully future boss today.

Stepping out of her apartment building almost felt odd, the air was cold despite the sun shining and occasionally she spotted birds on the rooftops… their songs being canceled out by the noise of the city. "Oh! So the bitchy hermit CAN leave her house after all." A familiar voice joked. Y/n nearly dropped her purse and keys but luckily caught them before turning around and glaring at him.

He of course thought it was something to laugh about. y/n grumbles and punches his shoulder, which only prompted more laughter. "Was that supposed to hurt?" y/n doesn't reply, instead she notes his appearance. He was wearing a new hoodie and his hair was in a messy braid (y/n had a feeling he didn't do it himself though…) with his hood down fully she could actually see the extent of some of his burns, on the side of his head where pitch black hair refused to grow… which resulted in his braid looking rather fascinating in her opinion. His blue eyes seemed to be more focused on the people passing by, despite that he seemed rather relaxed, once again leaning against a wall with his arms crossed… in a way he certainly did look handsome though… - what was she thinking and why was she staring at him?!

She quickly looked away, hopefully hiding her heated face. "Aren't you afraid someone's going to recognize you?" She starts walking otherwise she might be late. Jeff pulls his hood up once again and follows with his hands in his pockets. "Nope. You'd be surprised how many humans pass by me and don't recognize me." He makes a point to walk next to her even though it was probably slower than his usual walking speed. y/n wasn't sure what he meant by saying "human" as if it excluded him, but she was happy for a bit of company before talking to her hopefully future boss. "Don't you have anything better to do?" Why was he following her? "Nope." She had a feeling his grin was a bit more genuine at this moment. "Where are you going anyway?" "To try and get a job." "Sounds boring." So Jeff didn't have a job. Y/n assumes he gets what he needs from his victims- she shakes that thought off quickly, trying to ignore the chill going down her spine. What did he usually do then? Aside from killing people? As he doesn't tend to give her answers, she put that question away for later.

. Y/n gets greeted by a young woman waiting for her outside. "Hi I'm-" she stops mid-greeting when she spots Jeff. "Pft, hey ugly." Y/n frowns, opening her mouth to tell her off for being rude… she's not sure if it was habit for Jeff's sake really… - only for Jeff to cackle in response. "You're one to talk Nina." He shoves y/n towards her. "Nah, you've got this job in the bag." He says to her. Wait… Nina? As in her son's work friend? Y/n turns to glare at Jeff for shoving her but he was gone. "Ass." She grumbles. Nina chuckles "yeah, you get used to him. You're here for the night job right?" She gives y/n a friendly smile before gesturing her to follow, which she cautiously does after a moment to scrape together a hopefully professional aura. Something… something about this building felt off… a cold chill runs through her as they left the restaurant area and entered the back, as if her stomach wasn't already rolling over the chance she might not get the job… it sure was rolling now. .

Mr Lillik was a friendly old man who had bought the franchise and revamped it from the ground up, all as a favor for an old friend apparently. Though he does clarify the only reason there's a job opening is due to the former holder of her perhaps future post had been injured… he doesn't clarify if it was to do with work or what could have done it. And after that the conversation turned weirdly casual.

She walked out of the office completely unsure if she got the job or not. And the building didn't feel any less likely to swallow her whole. The moment she steps outside she's hit with a wave of dizziness and at the same time… it's like several tons had been lifted from her shoulders.

#creepypasta au #y/n x Jeff the killer #jeff the killer #writing #random #just for fun #y/n #parent y/n #creepypasta #jeff the killer x y/n #idk #implied violence #probably #some fnaf too

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flaminpumpkin · 4 years ago

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Small treasures

“Five more minutes,” Bruce grumbled as he distantly heard the door open through his sleepy haze.

There was some shuffling sound around the room and then it was flooded with bright morning light as Alfred mercilessly opened the heavy curtains, the rays of sunshine hitting the Bat right in the face, making him scramble for the covers to hide his sensitive eyes.

“Very well, Master Bruce. Breakfast will be ready for you in the kitchen.”

He was so used to Alfred’s barely hidden exasperation after all these years that his words took longer than usual to register with Bruce. A frown appeared on his face as he finally realized what was wrong with the butler’s statement.

Alfred never served breakfast – or any meal for that matter – in the kitchen.

He would rather shoo everyone out with a spatula full off batter than let anyone eat where he cooked. Bruce couldn’t even count the number of times he had seen Dick or Tim appear in the dining room with a sheepish look, a thoroughly exasperated Alfred hot on their heels.

Pushing the sheets away just enough to uncover his head, Bruce peeked over his shoulder at the still open door, eyebrows knitting further in confusion.

“What?”

Something caught his eyes.

There was a piece of yellow paper on the nightstand. An origami bat, he realized after finally deciding to emerge from the sea of sheets and pillows he had buried himself in during his sleep. He reached for it and took the little paper animal gingerly between his fingers, eyes focusing enough to read “unfold me” written in elegant cursive right at its center.

Bruce did as he was told.

Dear Master Bruce,

My words most probably confused you as the kitchen is a place I do not tolerate for anyone to eat in. But, need I remind you, there always has been one peculiar occasion where I allowed you to do so.

Bruce stared at the note, confusion growing.

Oh.

His eyebrows raised a bit, pleasantly amused. There was indeed one occasion Alfred would let him eat in the kitchen while he worked. What did the kids put Alfred to this time?

Led by his curiosity, Bruce climbed off the bed, fully awake now as he put on a shirt, and padded out of the bedroom, towards the kitchen.

No one was there when he arrived, which wasn’t odd per say but he had learned to be cautious over years of attempted surprise parties. There was a plate though, on the little table, with French toasts that smelled like butter and cinnamon and a cup of coffee with probably enough sugar and cream that it didn’t even taste like coffee anymore.

It was a breakfast Alfred had always prepared for him on the morning of his birthday after his parents’ death. He would put the plate on this same table and work silently as Bruce happily ate, the two of them sharing the same space in the simplest way. It wasn’t a grand gesture but it had meant the world to him nonetheless.

Another little origami bat was waiting for him, propped against the cup. A small smile tugged at his lips.

Bruce put it aside before starting to eat, careful not to stain the paper with coffee or grease, only taking it again once he had cleared the table and washed his hands. He unfolded it with the same care as the first.

My happy place.

(Took a piece of bread. Alfred said yes. Thank you.)

Cass

The dance studio on the third floor.

A while back, Bruce had decided to redesign one of the biggest rooms on that floor in a place where Cass could dance that wasn’t the ball room. He had wanted for it to be a place only for her, where she could express herself and spend time however she pleased, without anyone bothering her. His greatest recompense had been the radiant smile on her face before she had locked himself in there and played music until late that night.

The next course of action wasn’t too hard to guess so Bruce quickly folded the paper back into its bat form, slid it in the pocket of his pajama pants, along the first one, and headed for the next place.

As expected, he found another bat in Cass’s dance studio, tucked into the folds of a bright orange knitted scarf. There was a running joke between his kids saying that it was because Bruce always forgot to take a scarf with him during winter that his Batman voice sounded so bad.

One thing was for sure, he would not forget this one.

Hey B, remember that time you told me you were proud of me and then proceeded to suffocate me with your muscles? Just kidding, you give great hugs. Like, super comfy, 10/10. But yeah, go there next.

Steph :p

He huffed at Stephanie’s words, eyes rolling with fondness. He remembered perfectly what she was referring to.

The young woman had been staying in the manor for a few days that time, Alfred being keen on keeping her under careful observation after she had been hit with a new type of fear gas while on patrol with Dick. She had continuously apologized to Bruce, blaming herself for Dick’s injuries.

Until the third day, where he had found her reading in the library, curled up in one of the love seats. Before she could utter a word, he had crouched down and grabbed her hands firmly.

“You do not need to apologize or blame yourself for anything, do you hear me? You managed to drag Dick and yourself out of this building while under the influence of fear gas when most would have stayed frozen in place. I’m sure he will agree that a few scratches and broken bones are far better than what would have awaited him if you hadn’t been there. I’m proud of you, Stephanie Brown. More than you’ll ever know.”

After that, she had thrown herself at him and Bruce had hugged her for the better part of an hour until Alfred had come to fetch her for some blood analysis.

This time, when he walked into the next place of this little treasure hunt, he found a laptop, sitting open on the table next to one of the windows. The windows of the library were wide and high and the spot where the next gift awaited was one of his favorites.

So he let himself sink in the armchairs cushions and started to play the video.

“You better not ruin this, Todd,” Damian was saying, standing next to the piano in the lounge of the west wing, violin already positioned on his shoulder.

Jason was scowling at the piano in front of him, focused.

“Just take the lead, brat. I’ll follow.”

“Could you two focus, please?” Tim said off camera.

The other two huffed with the same affronted look towards the camera.

Then the melody started and both of their faces softened. It was gentle, melancholic. Almost sad if you asked Bruce. But he listened with a smile on his face, bemused at the sight of his two quick tempered sons playing with a soft kind of intensity together, Jason following Damian’s lead flawlessly – probably the result of hours of practice. It was truly beautiful and he knew that the melody was one of Damian’s compositions.

But it was over too soon for Bruce’s taste so he played it a second time, closing his eyes. And then a third as he read the next message, only heading for the next place once it was over.

Blah blah blah, some cute shit about us bonding, blah blah blah. Just get your ass to the garage old man.

Ps: Remember your Aston Martin? I think I scratched it a bit but I’ll blame it on Timmy anyway.

Jay.

Bruce knew exactly which car Jason was talking about (and knew perfectly that he didn't scratch it). An Aston Martin DB5 he had inherited from his father. Nobody had driven it in ages when Jason had brought it up during dinner one evening, not long after he had taken him in.

“Isn’t that James Bond's car?”

“It is. But it’s been so long since the last time I used it, I’ll probably need to pop open the hood before anything else if I want to drive it again.”

“Can I help you fix it?”

Jason’s eyes had been so full of hope and excitement when he had asked Bruce. He had laughed before agreeing. The next day, Alfred had had to come and pry them away from the car for lunch because both of them had forgotten about eating in their eagerness.

He noticed a tape case on the board as he approached, in front of the wheel. Bruce opened the door and climbed in so he could reach for it easily. On the piece of paper tucked between the clear case and the tape, Bruce could see every song scribbled, one in each of his children’s handwriting. He recognized a song by The Clash in Tim’s handwriting – of course – and Midnight Sonata in Damian’s. The other titles and artists were mostly lost on him, except maybe for that Belgian one Cass listened to a lot.

I can’t count the number of times I fell asleep there while you worked and you had to carry me back to my room.

Dick

Bruce couldn’t recount either.

Although he remembered fondly the first time Dick had fallen asleep in his study, curled up in one of the seats across his desk while he worked on some urgent papers for WE. They both had been so young. Bruce being completely new to parenthood, he had seeked out Alfred who had only fixed him with a blank stare before sending him back.

“Don’t you dare wake up this child, Master Bruce.”

He had actually managed to pick up the gangly child without waking him up, even if rather awkwardly, and had carried him all the way to his bedroom uneventfully. Only to trip on one of Dick’s schoolbooks once there, nearly dropping him.

They had both elected not to mention it to Alfred and, to this day, it was still something only the two of them knew about.

When he arrived at his study, another message was waiting for him in the seat Dick used to sleep in, along with a gift card for that 24 hours coffee shop that had opened recently in downtown Gotham. Bruce let out a breathy laugh at that.

I know you always listen when I play, Father. Why do you think I leave my door open when I do?

D. Wayne

And here he thought he had been smooth. However, he should have expected that his son would pick up on his habit of passing by his room while he rehearsed with his violin.

But Bruce couldn’t resist the pull in his chest. Damian was a gifted player, just like Jason, able to translate raw emotions in barely a few notes. It always put his mind at ease, smoothed out his most troubled thoughts even for only a few moments. He had caught everyone at least once, standing outside of his youngest’s door, listening to soft melodies in a rare moment of peace.

It was silent moments shared with everyone, brought together by Damian's deft fingers. Something he had been doing knowingly and willingly apparently. It made it all the more special for Bruce.

There was no gift when he went searching for the next clue in Damian’s room. Or so he thought.

Sitting on his son’s music-stand along with yet another yellow origami bat, was an open partition. It was still in work, Bruce could tell. Notes were hastily written with a pencil, a few stains where some had been erased. Nothing out of the ordinary for Damian and his creative mind. Except for the title.

Ode to Family.

Thankfully, no one was around to witness the shuddering breath that escaped him as he read. He exited the room still unable to breathe normally, heart so full he almost felt like suffocating, and walked towards his next – and probably last – location.

You spent hours trying to teach me how to dance the waltz there after I told you I wanted to take Steph dancing for her birthday. I still don’t know how to dance but we had fun.

Tim

Indeed, Bruce still regularly caught Tim stepping on his partner’s toes during charity galas and other events. But he suspected the young man of going to great lengths to not learn how to dance correctly because it usually dissuaded most people from asking him to dance with them. And god knew how much his son disliked dancing.

That was why it had greatly surprised him when Tim had asked him for help.

“I wasn’t really the best boyfriend to her so I just… I thought I could at least be a good friend and take her dancing? She loves it when Cass takes her in the studio and they dance so I just thought… Yeah…”

Five hours later, Tim had made absolutely no progress. He had known the steps by heart at this point, had it memorized and yet, he couldn’t seem to stop stomping on Bruce’s toes. To both Dick’s and Alfred’s delight.

His eldest son probably still had videos of it, he thought as he entered the vast and empty ballroom. There was nothing out of the ordinary or out of place and Bruce almost expected for his family to sneak up on him and surprise him when he noticed one last, black origami bat on the wooden floor, right in the center of the room.

He crouched down and unfolded it slowly, warily even, some would say.

Terrace on the second floor. You know, the one where I inelegantly asked you to marry me and you just stared for a good five minutes before laughing. (And saying yes, of course.)

It wasn’t signed and even if the message wasn’t telling enough, he would recognize that hasty scribble everywhere.

Bruce took off, climbing stairs two by two and running down hallways. His heart was pounding in his chest.

He had been gone for six months. Six excruciatingly long months of absolutely no contact, of not having any means to make sure his husband-to-be – yes, that idiot had asked him to marry him just before leaving – was still alive and well. Six months of worrying, of his children asking nervously if he had any news of his whereabouts.

Bruce barged through the French doors leading to the wide terrace on the second floor of the manor and, surely enough, everyone was there. Absolutely everyone.

“Happy birthday, Spooky. Half a century, we gotta celebrate,” Hal drawled with an easy grin.

“Someone take the cake away from Hal. Right now, before they ruin it!” Bruce heard someone say distantly and, next thing he knew, he had taken the few steps still separating them and was kissing Hal, holding him close by the lapels on his jacket.

There were groans, cheers and something that sounded a lot like someone telling them to get a room. Hal laughed against his lips, pecked him one last time before pulling away, opening his arms widely with a grin. A clear invitation for everyone to pile up on them which everyone took with great enthusiasm, barreling into them and crushing Bruce and Hal under their combined weight.

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