#imagine hating on me and im just in my room like

[evqa3]

'𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪 𝓴𝓲𝓭..' ✮

summary: you've always been into seongje, you fell hard for him despite his cold indifference. seongje knows how you feel about him and wants nothing to do with you, he keeps his distance while you keep trying to get closer and closer with him.

pairing: seongje x female!reader, baekjin x sister!reader

warnings: none!

requested: yes!

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Everyone knew you as na baekjin's younger sister. they also knew you as baekjin's younger sister who has a big fat crush on him.

you didn't even try to hide. your soft eyes always following and tracking him across rooms, always giving him a soft sweet smile when he looked your way, even leaving little gifts on his desk.

but seongje hated it.

he wasn't exactly cruel about it. he always gave you short replies, he would barely even look at you in the eyes, always finding an excuse to leave whenever you would enter the room. he kept his distance, he thought that keeping away from you would make you give up eventually.

but it didn't.

one afternoon you saw him walking down a empty street. "seongje!!" you called after him. he didn't stop walking nor did he even spare a glance at you.

you finally caught up to him. breathing heavily. "holy shit you walk fast!" you said panting as if you had just ran a marathon.

he didn't say anything. just stared at you with tried cold eyes as usually.

he took a deep breath in before brushing past you, walking away. hoping you would get the message and leave. but you didn't, instead you called out to him.

"you really can't stand me, huh?!." he paused. frozen. before turning around to look at you. you saw the flicker of guilt in his eyes before it vanished away.

"you're baekjin's little sister," he said. "your just a kid."

you felt the light smile you had on your face fade away. "that's not a reason.." you said as crossed your arms across your chest.

he sighed before saying "but it is for me."

you felt your throat tightened up. glancing down on the pavement before looking up forcing a smile on your face.

"you don't even know me, im not just baekjin's sister." you stated before he said, "your always gonna be baekjin's sister to me."

you looked down to your feet. "and it should stay like that." he said before turning around, walking away.

you looked back up watching has his tall figure disappear around the corner. you felt tears stinging your eyes before finally falling down your soft cheeks.

"is that all i am..?" you softly whispered to yourself before turning around, walking back home as tears continue to stream down your face.

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word count: 620!

a/n ⎯ ahh tysm for the support on my last imagine!!💕. I hope this imagine isn't bad😭. pls lmk if there are any mistakes!!

[sunkissed-paisagens]

Imagine Hate on Me and I’m just in My Room like:

(it’s a lot, approach with caution)

[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[genyakisser]

imagine hating me and im just in my room lke this

[deus-ex-mona]

pretty minor thing to think about, but i find it interesting how chapter 7 is the first chapter illustration to show chizuutan as chizuru (instead of chuutan)

like, i get it’s a flashback chapter, but we hardly got to see her as chizuru in the previous few chapters thus far… maybe we’ll get to see more of her as her true self after the hiyori fight/make up? only future chapters may tell, i guess…

[ifr1t]

imagine hating on me and im just in my room like this

[iamthepulta]

The gem show is dangerous to me for reasons other than minerals.

[sunkissed-paisagens]

I’m bored and I want to make a new playlist so give me songs that fit the energy of this title:

✮Imagine Hating on Me and I’m just in My Room like✮

Requirements:

Must have a silly funny dancing gif like this if you want to give me a suggestion:

[thompsborn]

me looking at the still unfinished hb2 first chapter and the deadline that i gave myself (two more days):

[cextra-loz]

Teehee the new home health social worker person thats on my case is like really cute and well spoken and we've had 3 short visits so far - she visits my home and we talk about health goals for a few minutes - but when I answer a question or start blabbering she laughs and blushes so freely even when im not trying to be goofy, shes super cute too 😭 but im supposed to take that fact with me to the grave or something because of proper etiquette in patient provider roles, and she's so cool I dont want her to suddenly switch patients 😔 do you think if I tell her next time that I kinda like her laugh she'll KILL ME?!?!? I can assume she would just laugh a bit say thank you and move on, but any outsider opinion is appreciated because I dont wanna make her uncomfortable 😭

[moafleco]

i hate that duality that your mind can be your safe heaven that helps you get through some difficult things, keeps you going and brings you happiness at the worst of times. and at the very same time it could be your worst tormentor that won't let you rest and won't let you breathe, literally for no particular reason at all. and you can't leave or silence it. can't get it to stop when it gets dark in there. can't get the light in when you desperately need to feel a respite instead of suffocation.

[lesbiansanemi]

We’ve officially hit the point where I can’t fucking sleep because of this shit and on top of everything the AC went out I literally want to cry I’m so stressed I physically feel like shit like I need to throw up I’m so tired but between my stomach hurting, the stress, and the heat I can’t

[orcelito]

Yes I am scared of mascots/fursuits. I think I had a traumatic memory at Chuck E Cheese's when I was a little kid. Idk why else I'm so put off by proximity to them lmao

[iloveemmafrost]

its so funny when ppl who are older than me despise me like 😭😭 damn u got beef w/ a high schooler that's craaaaaaazy...

[batshikns]

im pissed.