#it's been a week since he's posed on ig

[forwards-beckon-rebound]

dick grayson instagram hcs

basics

we are pretending dick is not a cop in this because i said so!

he's a professional model but also does perform at a local circus as a special guest

he's not actually going to the olympics (yet) but the american team has been trying to contact him for the better part of the decade so maybe you can convince him to go

he's kind of like one of your friends who you think is chill and normal but then you go to their ig and you find out they're something of a local celebrity?

everybody in gotham already knew him as bruce wayne's son but also he went semi viral on tiktok and got a bunch of new fans (and some edits) out of it

he used to have a less serious pfp but his management convinced him to use this one instead

followers + following

obviously you're there

as well as his friends and family

he manages to get away with following the superheroes since i mean, basically everybody else does as well

also a lot of industry people that he meets, both for modeling and gymnastics/trapeze

highlights

he is an abuser of the story function

will spend any opportunity to brag about his pretty girlfriend and all of the dates and trips you guys go on

he is weirdly good at taking photos, will give you tips on how to pose to get your best angles

also he has a lot of fans so he likes to post a photo of you every once in a while to remind everyone that he's happily taken

will also repost your work related stuff to be like hey look at how cool my gf is at her job!

dude has a million highlights that he updates for the fashion weeks each year

a lot of photos of his looks, him meeting with certain designers, it's mostly his team who posts this

same thing with his shows in the sense that it's usually other people (including you) taking photos of him while he's performing

but this is a more personal venture of his so he asks everyone to send him the pics and he decides which ones to post

will also repost stories from fans who came to the show!

oooh this man posts the most jaw dropping photos of himself

he will have just woken up and post a photo that makes you think it's so unfair how perfect somebody can be

he just likes to post when he feels good about himself and i support!

haley and (i did not come up with a name for your guys' cat so you guys can have fun with that!) also have their own dedicated highlight

it is exactly as cute and wholesome as you would think it is

there are even more highlights if you keep on scrolling. he has highlights for each year's fashion weeks, as mentioned, as well as trips you guys have been on (the most recent is a trip to greece and italy!)

posts

once again he's one of those infuriating sort of famous people who are like fine as hell but they post just enough cute and relatable content that he actually seems like a real and very nice guy (fun fact, he is!)

you can tell immediately when he's been on a trip because he'll have at least 3 posts up and they're all of the same place

you guys are like the photo taking couple

if you weren't good at taking pics before you started dating, his skills definitely rub off on you

he'll do the thing where he gets you to pose for him so he can take a photo of you and then you take the same style of photo for him

it's disgusting you guys have matching photos on your feeds of each other

if it wasn't already common knowledge that you guys are dating, i can imagine the conspiracy theory videos being like guys they were in the same place? at the same time? and they took the same type of pics? i think they're dating

he loves cooking with you (while i personally think it would be really funny if he can't cook, in some of the comics they do mention that he can cook, but either way he enjoys cooking with you)

you guys are like the parent friends who host dinner at their place and there's usually a theme surrounding seasonal ingredients and everything's plated really well

you probably watch cooking shows together and are now you can't serve a dish without some microgreens or sliced radish on top or something

also yes he did plan the picnic and he's quite proud of it

he watched all of those charcuterie board hacks to make the flowers and fancy cheese arrangements

and there were chocolate dipped strawberries, champagne with glasses, and freshly baked cookies (alfred might have helped with that one)

also yes he does wear glasses!!!! only at home when he's reading or staring at a screen too long. his prescription's not that bad

jason ver.

[hyukalyptus]

Hp! eeep, it's been a minute since I've been on this site for longer than a few seconds.. I hope you're doing well! I had a thought that could only be dropped into your mailbox, this thought is making me giddy~

Yeonjun in a dance class, spotting you stretching on the barre, one leg hooked over the wood and arms stretched wide as you press your upper body down over it. He gets a twinkle in his eyes and that sly fox grin as he approaches, placing his long arms out over yours and pressing them down another half inch, causing you to shake slightly and the air to escape your chest. The feeling of his well warmed-up chest against your back plays a part in your tremble – a fact he needn't know, though he probably does. He hums out a sound, and it rumbles through you. Doing your best to keep the wince of a deeper stretch than you're prone to from your face, you bring your head out of the pose to meet his eyes in the mirror in front of you.

His eyes have already caught yours when you find them. With a semi-desperate inhale, you hope none of the other dancers in the room, all girls, are paying the two of you any attention. You don't want anyone getting the wrong idea and thinking this is anything more than Yeonjun flirting with his latest pick of the week. But as you watch his head dip towards the side of yours, his eyes still intent on your own, you forget everything else. His breath is warm on your skin as he speaks lowly into your ear–

I don't know what he would say, but i know it would make me fall to my knees! ><

P.S. It seems I can't send anon messages from either of my accounts so I think I'll have to relinquish my emoji! ):

hi cee!! welcomeback and sorry it's taken me so long to get to this~ also omg what wad ur emoji?

cw. instructor!yeonjun x adult!student!dancer, roleplay, established relationship kinda?, special treatment, a lil bit of toxicity from reader ig, references to sex but nothing explicit, swearing, dirty talk.

im ngl there's a toxic side of me that loves other women pining after my man lmao. i like thinking of this as roleplay- like established relationship but y'all act like you don't know each other lol. kinda like chuck and blair do.

adding more to the roleplay, maybe he's the dancer instructor ehehe. and reader is an adult student of course. started dating before the class. alright now that the consensual scene is set ehehe

as per ur request, he makes it so goddamn obvious y'all are fucking. from giving you special attention to looking at you lustfully to maybe even ignoring some of the other dancers. everyone knows but no one says a fucking word.

"sore this morning?" he asks with a wink before spotting your stretching. and you give a gentle nod. not-so-secret teasing touches as he guides ur body, helping you ease into the stretch after a night of...whatever. whispering to tell you how pretty you look today. how he can't wait to get home. how sexy you are.

you have no idea what you're doing to me, baby.

i can't wait to have you all to myself after class.

the way you move makes me crazy.

[norrisreads]

Photograph #MS47

PAIRING: mick schumacher x reader

SUMMARY: scrolling through photos, you’ve found some photos that holds great memory and can’t help but to reminisce the moment

WARNING: FLUFF! the cutest and shortest fic i’ve written 😭💗

FC: sooyaaa__ on ig

Masterlist

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you are the type of person who’d rather have tons of pictures of your love ones rather than yourself and being that type of person means you’d have to transfer pictures regularly to clear up space.

films and dslr wasn’t really ideally for you as you’ve never really taken photography as something you’d think of doing it for life but rather just taking pictures as a memory.

here you are laying on your bed, head laid on the headboard and your phone being supported by your pillow looking through your gallery, you were given a week break off school and since icloud have been notifying that your storage has been used up, you guessed it’s time for your monthly delete session.

the first picture, you got to was a picture of you celebrating with mick’s family on Christmas. Your family weren’t that big on celebrating Christmas, as someone who’s been born to a family with no siblings, it can be quite lonely sometimes and mick thought it’ll be a great idea for you to celebrate christmas with his family.

Corinna, Michael, Gina and you were close, you would sometimes pay them a visit when school hadn’t really taken a huge stress of you. Days when mick would go for his race, you’d be there standing alongside with his family and seeing his face in search of you and his face automatically brighten up once he sees you was something you’d enjoy seeing.

You aren’t a huge dog lover, especially when you grew up with 2 tabby cats, named after your favourite characters last name, reid and green. When you first met angie, it took quite a convincing from mick for you to be close to angie, but the more you came over the more angie had taken a liking to you.

The photo was one of the core memory, and a photo you’d always love to talk about because that was the moment between mick and you was something you will always treasure.

Then a photo of mick walking through the streets of japan with you were found. It was rare for you to be there for him in races, and when you told him that you’ve decide to accompany him to the Asia races because it was closer to your home country and you’re able to make a quick stop to your home afterwards, he was happy and quickly booked tickets for you.

The stop to japan was the first ever time you had stepped foot in Japan, and with mick knowing this was your first ever visit, he wanted to make it extra special.

But with the flight being delayed, the both of you happened to reach around 10PM where most of the shops were closed or closing soon , so mick and you were casually taking walks nearby the hotel finding for food places that was open.

In the end the both of you settled on 7-eleven food.

Mick had taken multiple photos of you which of course was taken on his phone, one photo was captured with you posing along the streets.

“stand there babe, you look beautiful, let me take a photo”

mick took out his phone from his pockets, and signalled you a countdown and took the photo.

“perfect”

After scrolling through photos you’ve selected to transfer them to your thumb-drive, you’ve finally found the one photo that you’ve been trying to find.

A photo of mick during the afterparty of your wedding, it was held privately within close friends, family and of course drivers were invited. You had ask for Daniel to take photos for your wedding, and you could say he has a talent in it.

By the end of the day, Daniel dropped you a link that had 200+ photos of your wedding and you and mick had went through all the photos in one sitting in the living room of your new home.

You settled on a photograph of mick wearing a suit being nervous on walking down the altar and mick settled on a photograph of you in the wedding dress, because the moment mick saw you walking down the altar with the wedding dress on, he realised you’re the woman he would love to be with till the end.

“still transferring the photos?”

there he was, walking towards you with a hot chocolate and a bunch of marshmallows floating around, just the way you like it.

“yeah, my storage has given up on me, which means i’ll need to transfer more photos” you took a sip and placed it by your bedside.

“these are our wedding photos right? we have these photos hung, and it’s in the folder Daniel send us, you can just delete them away my love” mick said while looking at the photos that had successfully transferred to your laptop.

“that’s cruel, i love to have them on my phone. It’s a great memory mick, if i had the chance to marry you again, i will” you gave kisses to his cheeks which led to his ears getting redder

“it’s been a year since we got married and your ears still gets red when i kiss you, Mick Schumacher”

—✩࿐ end note: this fic is highly inspired by photographs by ed sheeran! Let me know what’s your take on it, i think this might be one of my favourites because i’m someone who takes a-lot of photos for memories 🤎

[shit-talk-turner]

why assuming it’s Alex right off the bat? Couldn’t it be her parents for instance? //

y'all, this has been said before, but she went to a university in Nice to study journalism, but dropped out and went to Dominican Republic with a rich guy. She came back to Paris in 2012 and dated another guy who can be seen in her the voice audition videos, he even did interviews and talked about her (idk if this one was a different guy or the same one standing side stage while she was auditioning) in those interviews he said Pauline quit anything else to pursue music, so basically she hasn't had a job since 2012. I'm sure she didn't have one before that but she claims she's worked as a waitress and a publicist for an art gallery or whatever. Take it with a pinch of salt. all of her boyfriends have been sorta wealthy. Yet she still wore cheap fast fashion clothes and rented rooms in shared apartments. There is the (in)famous facebook post of her looking for a roommate (didn't she also describe herself as a maniac or sth there? Lmao) anyway she even said her family had to move frequently and started from scratch. Basically everything she got, she got after she started dating Alex.

Now one interesting thing here is that she was still renting rooms in early 2020, and whenever she and Alex met up it was at a hotel. In early 2020 when the pandemic hit she went to London to stay at Alex's house (insert the infamous IG story of her on the train telling others to stay at home) and Alex went to LA and started writing The Car (insert photos of two cups when she was alone #twocupsonegirl). He went back to London after a few weeks and shortly after that Pauline was back in Paris. That was when he got her the first ground apartment, she even posted painting the walls or sth. I think it was in a pretty bad state lol. I can imagine her telling Alex she can't risk her health and safety staying with others during that time, and he didn't want her to stay with him and maybe she couldn't because of visas and stuff, so that's why she was finally able to live alone.

In 2019 he even took his black Wurli to Paris so she could perform (and pose) with it. Then he got her the green one which hasn't been seen in a while lmao.

The last time she was seen in that apartment was in June 2024 after she went back to Paris from LA, and apparently she has a new one now. I can also imagine her telling Alex that one's address got leaked and she was scared of fans harassing her or whatever. I don't think anyone cared enough tbh lol.

Anyway, sorry if this is long

Thank you for recapping this for those who are new. We always appreciate these kinds of posts and will tag for posterity.

Also - we’ve known the address of the old place (the one with the patio) for at least 3 years, it’s always been searchable under her real name in the French yellow pages. So we don’t think that would have been the excuse.

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

A Birthday Worth Celebrating

A...A yumeship piece with my OC Vizzie and Cater (not completed uhm because I got bored but the idea for the 'end' is included) uh tw? for ig a family life vlogger mom/"boymom" iykwim

It had been about two weeks since his actual birthday, but with Reading Week around the corner, Family Day and Valentine's day all snowballing into the same weekend, it was hard to not justify a trip home; a trip he knew that would result in disaster. At the very least, he held onto the fact he had already celebrated his birthday; and it had been the best he had had so far. He and Viz had had a small celebration on his actual birthday - they had celebrated by splitting a spicy dark chocolate bar and a large pizza on the roof of Ramshackle while stargazing. No cameras, no canned smiles, no retakes, no ruined surprises; he felt….normal.

Which was why he hadn't exactly…planned, on returning home to celebrate anything. His sisters had dm'd him earlier on in the week with the heads up that his mom was planning a 'my baby's all grown up' video. He had tried to not let the thought weigh on him too much. At the very least, based on the script his eldest sister had stripped from their moms computer, he was expected to bring Viz along too. He had every intention of keeping her away from the overbearing attention seeking behaviour his mom would undoubtedly demonstrate; meaning as soon as he had arrived with her and they'd all settled in, his sisters invited her out to go to the mall, an activity she had had on her bucketlist for a while. He knew, already, that his mom wouldn't let him go with them.

"I had you in me for nine months! I raised you for 18 years, and this is the thanks I get?! I barely get to see you! Why don't you wanna pose for the camera for mumsy? You used to be such a good kid Catie-bear"

Her whiplash-inducing screeching faded as Cater's father's voice joined the fray, but he couldn't hear either of them. His heartbeat pounded in his ears and tears pricked at his eyes as his fingers fumbled to lock the door; only to remember he was home, not in Heartslaybul as they glided against smooth metal. He slumped against the door, curling up in front of it as tears started rolling down his cheeks, shaky hands reaching for his phone and texting her.

Are you guys almost back?

"Screw almost."

Her voice startled him. He looked up in disbelief as she heaved herself up onto his windowsill, a small, apologetic smile on her face before she moved in and hugged him.

"W-..w-what are you doing here, the mall is like,…it's like a forty minute drive, what-" She kissed him softly, gently making his babbling stop as she wiped the tears from his cheeks.

"We never went to the mall. We were waiting for an opportunity to get you out of here without making things worse. You doing okay?"

She tucked some of his hair gently behind his ear, concern and adoration in her expression as she smiled at him. He held her hand to his cheek, turning his face just enough to kiss her palm softly, breathing finally evening out.

"I will be once we get out of here….and as long as I get to stick with you."

She rubbed his cheek softly with her thumb, kissing his forehead once more before holding him.

"Yeah…I'm not going anywhere. Now come on, your sisters and I have a gift for you."

She pulled him up and over to the window as he rubbed his sleeve against his face, removing what little concealer he had chosen to put on. Right before she swung her legs over the edge, she pulled him in gently, wordlessly, kissing every now-visible freckle that there was and reveling in the gentle heat that emanated from his cheeks as a result.

She only indulged in her own antics for a few moments before propelling herself to the treebranch she had used to get herself to his window in the first place. Guiding him, they made it safely to the ground where his sisters stood waiting with wide grins on their faces as the two of them held hands, Viz going so far as to lean on his arm. There was an air about the girls, which Cater tuned into easily, that they had been gossiping. But based on the genuine smiles he saw from his sisters….faces he hadn't seen in years, he knew that this birthday part two was only going to get better.

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Ending: His sisters bought him new converse and a custom knee pads for skateboarding, and the three of them collaborated on a custom paintjob for his skateboard so they could go to the park and eat pretzels together for his birthday

Got over writingblock for this, is it my best? No. But I wanted to make something for Cater's birthday

anyways uhhhhhh do I tag? It feels weird to tag. No I don't think I will

[lanaxoxoxoxoxox]

why can't i get you out of my head ?

this is part 2 !! read part 1 here

original request by @heiijoy

warnings: cute fluff, slight panic ig???

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2 weeks later

If you have told 17 year old me that Ranboo and I were dating, I would have probably passed out. I've had a crush on him since we first met on the Dream SMP, and the fact that we're actually dating blows my mind.

I was chilling at Ran's house on his bed, scrolling through my phone as Ran worked on some writing for his horror series, Generation Loss on his desk. I peaked up from the edge of the bed and saw his back of his head and a slight few of his fingers typing on a Word document.

"You know, you better add me in the "Thank you" in the credits. We can tease the viewers and make them wonder who the hell I am! They're gonna go crazy when we tell them." I joked, putting my phone away in my pocket.

Ran turned his gaming chair around to face me and fixed his hair. I could see his chest moving up and down slowly from his breathing. "Speaking of telling." he paused. "I want to tell our friends about us. We're going to meet them later today, and I don't want to hide it anymore. I don't want to have to hold your hand under the table or wait until we're in private to kiss you. If you don't want to just yet, that's totally fine. We can take it in small steps, whatever you wan-"

I cut off his words. "Darling, I would love that!" I said, getting up to hug him. He sighed in relief and hugged me back, squeezing me tighter. "I do have an idea how we can tell them." I said, smiling, sitting on the floor next to him.

Ran perked his head up. "What if we don't tell them anything directly, but rather show it using actions? We try to make it obvious at the same time as well."

"Oh! Like we could hold hands in front of everyone very clearly and just wait for someone to react!" Ran smiled.

I smiled back at them. "That actually could be perfect."

4 hours later

Ranboo and I walked to the Brighton pier sign, and saw no one was there. We decided to take a quick photo to post on our socials to provide some "clout" for us. Ran grabbed his mask out of his pocket and put it on, and posed for the picture. As I was editing, we saw Tommy, Jack, and Niki start walking over to us.

I looked over to Ran and mouthed, "You ready?". He nodded and smiled at me.

We both walked over to them, not holding hands just yet. I ran over to Niki and gave her a hug. We all greeted everyone and I went over to Ran and grabbed his shoulder. Before we started dating, Ran would have been an absolute stuttering and blushing mess. Now, he's 100% more calm since we're together.

I looked over to take a quick peek at Jack's and Niki's face, and they both shared looks with each other. Tommy didn't even notice from his amount of energy. I giggled quietly into Ran's shoulder.

We were walking towards the arcade and I stopped to look up and Ran. I winked and said, "Love, can I have my wallet please?" I smiled at him.

Ran nodded and grabbed my wallet out of his pocket and gave it to me, smirking as he could see Jack and Niki shocked, even Tommy just standing there awkwardly.

Jack leaned over to Niki and spoke quietly to her, even though we could still hear them talking. "What the fuck?" he laughed.

We walked around the pier some more, and then went to the sea side to hang out for a bit. We walked down to the rocky area, and placed down our things on the log before sitting down. Ran was about to sit down on the log. This was the final step of our "plan" we had created earlier that day.

I pulled out my wallet and phone from my front pocket. "I'm going to buy water for myself, does anyone else want anything?" Jack, Tommy and Niki all shook their heads no.

Ran spoke up. "Can I have a water bottle as well?"

I nodded and went over to him and kissed him quickly on the lips.

I quickly saw Tommy and Jack stop in their tracks and stare at us.

Jack sputtered. "W-wha-what?"

Tommy yelled. "Why didn't you tell us, you bitch?!"

Niki just smiled.

Ran and I looked at each other and started laughing.

"Oops! Guess it's out now!" I said, sarcastically.

Gosh, I loved this man.

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this is really short but its so cute 😭❤️

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[thebettybook]

🌸 🕸️ Let’s start at the beginning, one last time 💐 🎀

🎀 My name is Betty and for the past two months, I’ve been the one and only Flower Weaver

💐 I was bitten by a radioactive pink crab spider at the New York Botanical Garden on E-1610. I was at the garden to get inspo for a costume design assignment (my first canon event 👀), and ever since then life has been kinda crazyyyy

💐 The powers I received from the radioactive pink crab spider are camouflage, speed, and venom fangs (still getting used to the venom fangs lol)

🕸️ I met Miles Morales the same week I got bitten by the spider, and he quickly became my mentor-of-sorts and like a brother figure to me! He taught me everything I needed to know about being a Spider-Hero, and now we both keep our Earth safe. He also introduced me to his friends at the Spider Society

🕸️ At the Spider Society, I got recruited by the leader Miguel O’Hara (he’s kinda grumpy lol). Now at HQ I help out with designing, creating, and repairing suits for my fellow Spider-Heroes :D

🕸️ Also, since crab spiders can’t spin and shoot organic webs, I have to use synthetic web shooters. Peter B Parker made them for me, with synthetic gold webbing and flower petals at the top of the shooters to help stick to my palms :3

🌸 Notes on my Spidersona:

🗒️ My Spidersona is a self insert of me as a Spider-Hero :3

🗒️ Since my favorite color is pink, I definitely wanted a pink suit. I found out about pink crab spiders, so I based my Spidersona on that kind of spider

🗒️ I’ve also always been into flowers, so when I found out that pink crab spiders basically live and survive on flowers, I thought that was perfect

🗒️ I started creating and designing my Spidersona in late July so it’s been almost two months of me designing my suit, fleshing out my Spidersona, and learning how to get used to doing digital art

🗒️ I used a lot of even numbers in my suit, from the eight gold lines coming from my emblem (to signify the 8 legs of a spider), to 10 white web lines on each of my arms, to 12 white web lines on each of my legs, to 4 gold leaf lines on my 2 mask lenses to give the lenses that leaf/flower vibe

🗒️ I also wanted my emblem/logo to look like a flower and a spider at the same time

🗒️ Creds: Inspired by @ hyperbali on IG for the black character design info tab from the official ATSV concept art sheets. I used @ mellon_soup’s (on IG) base pose reference for my Spidersona (literally was a life saver :’))

🗒️ Important: Do not repost my art to this and other platforms, do not upload my art to this and other platforms, and do not feed my art to AI

[thefuseoftemptation]

THE SUB

‘when Eddie Munson and his guys get let go, he’ll try to find other ways to get himself back out there— even so much as posing as a sub at a school….even if it wasn’t really the scene he was looking for.’ BASED OFF OF THE SCHOOL OF ROCK.

EDDIE MUNSON X GN!READER

PT. I: WELL, WELL, WELL….

WARNING(S): cussing, it’s like the film but I’ve also put my own turn to it, just little things here and there. the timeline isn't very specific, set in 2000's? like the film ig. so the reader and Eddie are in their 30’s? the numbers are in there. It'll be more thorough and specific as we go. and there are going to be other warnings further on but that’s all just for this section. lmk if there are more!!! NOT PROOFREAD. Well it is but knowing me, there’s always something that I overlooked.

And thnx to @jamdoughnutmagician for lending a hand w/the title, otherwise there wouldn't be one- I'd still be thinking about it.

—

He wasn’t sure if it was just him hearing things, or maybe it was that whoever was in the room, didn’t know how to keep their voices down- but it kept pulling Eddie from his sleep.

The guy was back to where he had been trying to get away from for years- it’d been some time between from then, when he left, to now.

He’d been here not even a few weeks, subsequently to the results of him and his guys getting let go by their manager. And by let go, it means the guy just upped and left. Nothing but a sheet with a few short words to go by that told them they were on their own.

It was only a matter of time before everyone else left, the other members, had gone too. Not looking back as they shut the door without so much as a bye to their frontman who they’d known and been with for years.

Guess all of it meant nothing.

So here he was sleeping, totally out of it, on the pull out, under his Uncle's roof— once more.

Eddie would’ve taken the couch, but with its size, it wouldn’t have gone well when he’d wake up and have to stretch. Not thinking so much of it when it came to Wayne though during the years he used it. Who speaking of, when he heard that his nephew would be returning and staying with him for a few, was nothing but understanding with open arms even if it meant that his time to himself would be put on hold, again.

He even took to giving up the room so Eddie could sleep in there, albeit the head shakes given that Wayne wasn't having.

Wayne let his nephew know that he was more than welcome to take the room back, even with the no's he got from him. And Eddie, who was clear himself, made sure Wayne knew he wasn't about to let that happen. Telling the man, who was there for him throughout everything, that it'd only be for a little while— that he'd be out and on his way in no time.

That was a month ago.

And where was Eddie? Back with his Uncle, still.

—

“So how long has he been here?” 

“S’just been a few weeks…”

“Mr. Munson, haven’t you had plenty? I mean, you took him in when he was young, raised him, and when he was ready– he left. It happens, we aren’t supposed to come back! I mean I wouldn’t.”

“You’re still here though?” Wayne remarks, crossing his arms as he leans back against the counter. Steve just stares at him not knowing what to say because well, he got him there. He’d been staying in the same house he grew up in, mostly because he himself wasn’t sure where it is he’d go if he ever were to leave.

Not certain of what was holding him there since everyone and thing he knew was gone. His parents left it all to him. They were living their lives, something Steve often thought about but never quite got a hold of.

Guess it just wasn’t the time for him….

Steve shook his head at Wayne’s comment.

“B-But this isn’t about me. It’s about Eddie, which– he’s here! A-And aren’t you…I don’t know, done?”

“Steve, when you have children of your own– come back to me on that. Until then, keep it to yourself. I get what you’re trying to say but it’s not necessary. It’s not like how it was back then, it’s different and as much as I was looking forward to me being on my own and him out of my hair– I ain’t just gonna turn my back on him. And how many times have I told you, it’s Wayne.”

“Mr– Wayne. He’s sleeping on your pull out!” Steve's arm waves to where Eddie was currently at, spread with his legs up and about. If there were any presumptions from Steve, Eddie most likely fell asleep like that rather shift into that posture during the hours.

“I can see that, but won’t be for long,” Wayne says then takes a few steps over to the window before opening the curtains.

“Son, get up. Now.” 

Sure, Wayne Munson would always be there for his kid, it didn’t mean he’d never not be on him for not doing what he was supposed to. He wasn’t the type to let that go. He hadn’t been then, and he wasn’t about to begin now. No matter how old he and his boy got. 

“I said up, son!” Wayne tugged the sheet out of Eddie’s hold, who had uttered under his breath before turning over.

“Christ. W-What? What is it?” His eyes lidded, the results of just waking up, as he looked over to where they were.

“Steve’s here. You ‘member Steve? Came by to see you after all this time.” Wayne’s head tips to where Steve stood and waved, not really trying with his greeting. 

“Munson. How’ve you been?”

“Harrington? Why’re you here?” Eddie’s words were muttered, sleep still in his system.

“What? I have to have an excuse to come see my friend who I haven’t seen in years?” Steve questioned as he walked up to him, but by the way it released from his tongue so tonelessly, and the way Eddie’s brow lifted up– you could say that none of them were really buying the ‘why’.

Eddie looked to his Uncle who stood there, one arm over his chest as the other rubbed the scruff on his chin, and gestured to the guest in their living room.

“Why is he here?”

“Because he hasn't seen you in so long and he just had to come by– why do you think, boy?!” Wayne cut off his former sentence that was full of nothing but tone only to finish it with him getting real with his nephew.

“Well I don’t know, that’s why I asked!”

“He’s here ‘cause of you.”

“Wait, so he is here to see me?” Eddie didn’t know what to think. Nobody was making any sense.

“Not in that way. He’s here because you've been sleeping on the pull out for a while now and you haven’t gone out to get yourself back out there.”

“It still doesn't tell me why he’s here…” Eddie stared expectantly at them both, eyes going between the two of them as he wasn’t getting what was trying to be said.

“I just thought–”

“We.”

Steve corrected as he cut Wayne off, though he uttered a ‘sorry’ as soon as he saw what he just did to the man standing next to him.

“We just thought that maybe you could use a push, you know? An example.” Steve voiced, putting his hands on his side. Eddie rolled his eyes, setting himself so he was leaning on his elbows for support.

“Example of what?”

“Of what it’s like to be on your feet. You know, like what I’ve been doing and your Uncle had been at for years.” 

Ugh. The unruly haired Munson just laid himself back down, using his shirt as a cover to pull over his face.

Steve was such a parent- such a mother.

“Mommy, could we talk about this later?”

Wayne's brows pulled together at the sentence that just came from his son’s mouth, not even sure, much less going to ask, what and who exactly he was referring to. He just kept his thoughts to himself and watched the interaction before him.

“Uh, no. We can’t, Munson. I’ve got work and Wayne has shit to get to. Now get up, come on.”

“No.”

“Son, don’t make me go over there. Get. Up.” Wayne stepped closer to where Eddie was at and thumped his forehead. Or what he thought was his head, not knowing since Eddie was still behind his t-shirt. 

“We’ve got somewhere to be. It’s what keep us busy and out during the day. You know, as grown ups? I’ve got work.” Steves includes as paces in his spot, trying to explain.

“Temping?” Eddie asks, as he finally shows his face, removing his head from behind his tee to stare at Harrington.

Last Eddie remembered, Steve Harrington was between jobs. One of them being substitute teacher which honestly, wasn’t even really a job— wasn’t even half of one in his eyes!

“Munson, being a substitute is not a temp!” 

Eddie looks to Wayne, who has seemed to have left to conversation since he was in the kitchen, getting a cup, going on like nothing was happening in front of him.

“He’s literally a babysitter.” Eddie lips as he sits up, side eyeing his friend.

“Oh you think it’s so easy. I’d like to see you try it, you wouldn’t last a day.” Steve butts in again, making a face at Eddie.

Wayne wasn't sure who to listen to or if he even gave a shit to do so, rubbing his neck as he sighs through his nose, already done with the nonsense that was going back and forth.

"This is getting nowhere. I'm telling you both— shut up. Now Eddie, I'm only saying this once here— by the end of the week, I expect you to have a job. You hear? Don't make me get on you and repeat myself, son.” Wayne lectured, taking one of his caps from the shelves, setting it on his head as he went for the door.

“Like I said, by the end of the week, no further.” And with that, he left with the shut of the screen.

The guys stared subsequently to the older Munson’s absence, stillness spreading the room besides the shuffling of the sheets Eddie took back that his Uncle set to the side on the floor— that is until he spoke.

"Dude, why're you here? I haven't seen you in years and all of a sudden you're in my living room teaming up with my Uncle on how to get me out of here. Is this what it's like when you’re not working? Or ‘scuse me, when you’re a temp,” Eddie imitated what was spoken earlier, his fingers making quotations. “You just got nothing else going for you so you y'know—"

"Hold up there. First of all, like I said, being a sub is not a temp, okay?" Eddie's expression towards Steve's words says otherwise.

"Secondly, w-why are you here, huh? Last I remembered you were packing up and going on about having a break through. And we weren't teaming up to get you out of here, so stop that. Christ, you're still the same. So,” Steve gestures his arms around trying to find the words before settling on one that could only sum up the guy in front of him.

"Munson."

"Why yes, Steve, that is my surname. And since we're apparently stating what we already know, how about I go ahead and say yours." Eddie leveled his head, with his chin sticking out and eyes fixated— a face that said ‘what’s new.’

"That's not what I was trying to say." If Steve rolled his eyes back any more, any further than he had been doing since he got there, they'd roll straight out of his head.

"It's just, you're still so Eddie, you know?"

Steve trailed off, looking to his old time friend, who he'd never admit this to ever— he missed.

Very much so.

Eddie stared back at Steve, watching as the other guy took a seat at the end of the pull out, before his lips were turning up in a tight lipped stretch. The all too familiarly look of self-satisfaction that Harrington had seen to many times in the years they've known the other. And just like then, Eddie got up and leaned into Steve's face, who in return, got up himself and took a step back.

Something’s never change.

"And that's how it’ll always be," he said nudging Steve's shoulder with his, never breaking eye contact.

"Well, whatever. Could you just try, you know? From now on. You've been here for weeks and haven't gotten out or done shit."

Eddie sighs and tilts his head as if he were thinking about it, shrugging shortly after.

"Whatever you say. I'll try— for no one else but you guys." Eddie says, as he points to Steve with one hand and gestures the other behind him, more likely referring to his Uncle, who just left.

“Yourself?” Steve questions as he sits himself down in a chair.

“I guess, why not.” Eddie answers with a wave of his hand.

—

Over the next few days or so, Eddie had been trying to look for a job. His eyes through with going over the same words in the newspaper and having no break with what he saw.

He’d been with Steve that day, stepping into his friends work to ‘keep him company,’ when really he had nothing else to do. He knew that, Steve knew that, but nonetheless let him stay as long as Eddie kept to himself and at least furthered in his search for a job.

Eddie was leaned up to the counter, legs stretched out behind him as he pressed himself into it. His elbow up supporting his face which was in his hand.

He could feel his eyes shutting, and if it hadn’t been for the noise from the telephone, he probably would’ve let himself slide to the floor to lay down.

Man, who knew job searching could be so time consuming….and boring as shit.

“Steve, the phone!” His words went unheard as his head, now rested on the surface of the counter, was muffled by his arms over it.

When there was still no reply back and the phone kept going, Eddie just about had it. Looking around to see where his friend had gone off and speaking under his breath before picking it up.

“Hello?”

“Is this Mr. Harrington?” The voice questioned on the other end.

“Uh, he’s not here.” Eddie answered, hands pulling the cord, eyes still briefing the room.

“Oh. Could you take a message for me?”

“Um, sure.”

Eddie listened as the person spoke, brows lifting when hearing what being said. Now, given the many times he’s told Steve that temping wasn’t a thing, he certainly was thinking much of it when there’s a possibility of a job on the line. But with what he had in mind….it wasn’t meant for his friend to take.

"Scuse me? Hello?"

"Uh," Eddie shook his head before fixing his words, sitting himself on the counter top as he crosses his legs. "When is it? And how long?”

“My guess is as much as a few weeks. But we do need somebody to start immediately.”

“Uh huh, so how much are we talking here?” There was not much thought to his query, it was honestly just him asking, him speaking in the usual Eddie way- which was not putting much thought into how things came out.

So in other words, being too forward. Something people often viewed as him not having ‘manners.’

When they went on about the role, Eddie asked himself why he’d been giving Steve shit all this time when he was making that much.

“Now, do you know when Mr. Harrington will be back?” The voice cut his thoughts off again.

“Hold up. Oh, you know what? I think he’s just coming in…Steve, phone!” His voice raised, eyeing the room to make sure the guy himself that had been referred to, wasn’t there.

Eddie was shuffling the phone and cord around, trying to let the other on the line know he was ‘handing’ it over.

With his fingers on the receiver, Eddie cleared his throat— his voice dropping to what was supposedly meant to resemble that of his friend’s.

“Hello, this is Steve Harrington.”

—

PT.II -> HERE

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TAG(S): @jamdoughnutmagician @heydreamchild

(just tagging now since it's the release)

[tecpatzi]

Ok so Hi. I'm not dead (yet(again)), and in fact, my weeks have been reAAAAAALLY busy and exhausting ever since I began my thesis project (guess which idiot wanted to do it alone instead of teams like everybody else, ha ha...)

SO- To add context, for my 3D class in this semester we're making the rig of a "semi-realistic" character modeled and sculpted by us, AND of course I wanted to do my best boi Chef :D

But it had to follow certain rules, it cannot have cartoony features like the anterior chef model had, it needed to be in T-Pose AND- AND-... No clothes, because rigging with clothes is another complicated topic for another day yadda yadda... And I wanted to show the progress on my social medias of course, but I was worried about "How am I gonna explain to my followers the fact that he's naked" until I remembered that, Team Fortress 2 has already showed some of the characters naked on the comics in funny contexts lmao

And that's how this concept ideas for the 3D model came out! Originally I did make a poll in my IG to see which model people wanted and the naked-and-covered-in-honey won... *sigh* Which I'm not surprised to be honest, but I also wanted to do the one with autopsy scars so bad soOO- In the end here's the 2 "totally justified" naked chefs

After this, I may finally return to my cave to give no life signals for months... -w-

[pensat-i-fet]

Trust (Èric García x Reader ft. Ferran Torres)

**There is a reason why I moved this request to the first one on the list and it’s that I got it the day I had a dream about Èric. So I used the dream and changed it a bit to create this imagine. I had joked about doing that before getting the request so the timing is hilarious. And don’t judge my dreams. I only dreamed a tiny part of this, the rest is made up. Also, I fall asleep checking my IG explore and there were photos of him with the Betis kit so my brain did that. Second also, I don’t want him to go to Betis but we move…Enjoy!! ❤️**

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“I mean, the train tickets are pretty cheap but it’s almost 7 hours on the train. It kind of defeats the purpose of trying to spend as much of my free time with you”, you complained, closing your laptop and sighing.

“It’s only 2 hours if you take the plane”.

“I guess…I don’t want to make this harder for you by complaining but it’s like when Ferran left for Manchester all over again”.

“Is it?”

Eric’s tone confused you. It was almost like he sounded bothered by you comparing both situations but yeah, your best friend leaving to go to England was similar to your boyfriend leaving to play in Sevilla. Because in both cases you were stuck first in Valencia and now in Barcelona.

“We’ll make it work. That’s all that matters”.

He nodded, smiling at you. And you couldn’t help but move closer to cuddle him. It really was important to make the most out of every single second together. You always had but now that your relationship was turning into a long-distance one, it became even more vital.

Your work schedule was pretty flexible, so your plan was to play it by ear every week comparing yours to Eric's so you could find a way to travel to Sevilla on his days off. And so you could try to attend as many of his games as possible.

“I’ll come back whenever possible too. It’s not fair that only you make the effort of travelling”.

“Yeah, I know”, you said, “I mean, your whole family is here so you wouldn’t be just coming back for me but I’ll be looking forward to that”.

“Don’t tell my parents but I’ll be mostly coming back for you”.

You both laughed and you kept just staring at his face, as if trying to memorize it. And it was while looking at him that you fell asleep. Eric, however, was awake most of the night. And not just because of the nerves of moving to another city and another club again. No, there were bigger issues preventing him from falling asleep.

                                     **

The next morning you took your little suitcase and made your way to the airport with Eric. His family was going to join you there, but they planned on going back to Barcelona later that evening. You, however, were supposed to stay with Eric in Sevilla for a couple of days. It wasn’t going to be your first time visiting the city but it was your first chance to make memories there with your boyfriend.

“Nervous?”, you asked Eric, taking his hand so you could hold it.

“I guess a little”.

“It’ll be fine. Young players going on loan is a very normal thing”.

“I know”, he sighed and you stopped talking about it, noticing he wasn’t in the right headspace for that conversation.

By the time you arrived at the Benito Villamarín stadium, your nerves were getting worse. Sevilla was so far away from Barcelona. What if you couldn’t make the relationship work? What if Eric met someone while you were away? And if he didn’t do well…you wouldn’t be there to comfort him. You needed to stop overthinking because you were about to have a panic attack.

"Ready?", asked one of the Betis people who had been with you since you landed in Sevilla.

Eric nodded, taking your hand and you followed them to the little room where he was going to sign his contract and take photos.

When it was your turn to pose with him and the white and green shirt he was going to wear at the new club, you forced yourself to smile as big as possible. He needed you to be positive so you would be.

"Our car has arrived. Have fun, lovebirds", said Eric's mum before giving you both a hug.

"See you in a couple of days", told you his sister and you nodded. "I can pick you up at the airport".

"Don't worry, I'll call a taxi. But thank you".

They all left, leaving you and Eric alone for the first time since you left your home in Barcelona that morning.

"I booked a table at a restaurant that's supposed to be really good".

"Romantic dinner for two?"

You smiled, feeling a bit more relaxed now that the formalities were done.

The restaurant was great and you didn't know when you'd be able to spend two nights in a row with Eric again, so you also made sure that was special.

But once again, Eric couldn't sleep well. And this time, you noticed.

"Why are you awake? It's only 7".

"I didn't sleep much".

"You ok?", you asked, caressing his jaw and noticing how tense he was. "Eric …".

"I worry about you".

"Me? Don't. I'm a big girl. And it's not as if I'll be all alone in Barcelona. Your family is there and I also have Ferran".

"Yeah, I guess you could always go to him if you feel lonely".

That tone again. What was wrong with him?

You sat up, not sure what was going on.

"What is that supposed to mean? And why are you using that tone whenever I mention Ferran lately?"

"Because I found out about you two".

"Excuse me? What about us two? You know we've been friends since kindergarten. There’s nothing else to know about us".

"I do know that", he said, unsure how to approach his next few words. "What you two forgot to tell me was about how you two used to sleep together".

Eric could tell he had messed up the moment he saw your reaction.

"When did that happen? I must have missed it".

"I saw the video…".

"A video? What are you even talking about now?"

"It's ok. I just don't like that you didn't share it with me. I would have liked to learn that from you two…".

"How am I supposed to tell you about something that didn't happen?!"

You couldn't believe what he was saying. So you got up and started to pack your things.

"What are you doing? You are staying with me for another day".

"No I'm not staying", you laughed angrily.

"Why? Please stay".

"Eric! I don't want to stay with someone that doesn't believe me when I tell him I didn't sleep with my best friend and that thinks I'll do the same the moment he leaves the city".

"I don't…".

"Just stop talking and making the situation worse".

He listened to you and stopped talking. He just looked at you while you packed the few things you had brought with you and didn't do anything when you walked towards the door.

"I don't know what you believe you saw", you said, turning back to look at him. "But it hurts that your trust in me is so easily replaced by whatever thoughts are going through your head right now".

Eric swallowed, feeling more stupid than he had ever before. He really had messed up.

                                       **

Later that day, he was back at the little apartment the club found for him when he heard his phone ring. He hoped it would be you but it wasn't. It was Ferran.

"What did you do?"

"What do you mean?"

"Oh you know, just that I asked my best friend about why she was back already when she was supposed to stay for a couple of days with her boyfriend and she screamed in my face", Eric sighed hearing that. "And when I asked what the issue was she told me to ask him because he thinks he knows everything. Just quoting so…what did you do?"

"I fucked up".

"I guessed that much, yeah. But how exactly?"

"Ferran, I need you to be honest with me, ok?"

"I always am".

"Did you two ever sleep together?"

There was a moment of silence before Ferrán answered the question. "First of all, gross. She's like a sister to me. Second, where the fuck did you get that idea from? And third, how were you stupid enough to tell her that?"

"I…".

"No need to answer them in order, smart guy. Just answer".

He wasn't feeling very smart just then.

"Someone sent me a video".

"A video?"

"I can send it to you".

"Send it", said Ferran, hanging up so his friend could send him the video and when he saw it, he was even more mad.

Eric was waiting for his friend to call back again. The seconds feeling like hours.

"Is that not you two?"

"Yes. And you're a bigger idiot than I thought. Please tell me you didn't show her the video".

"I didn't".

The video Eric had been sent showed Ferran approaching a group of people at a party. When he made it there, you ran towards him and jumped in his arms, kissing his face and making him laugh. The video ended with you two leaving the place holding hands and the guy who was recording saying "now she's single she'll go back to fucking him again", to which someone else said "she probably was doing that behind Roberto's back".

"Do you want to know what really happened that day and after that little clip you saw?"

"Please, explain it to me".

                                        **

3 years earlier

Finding out your boyfriend had been cheating on you was the most devastating thing that had happened to you. Days were spent crying and not wanting to leave the bed, until one of your friends forced you to go to a party with her and some other of your friends.

Your now ex and you shared so many friends, it was almost like they had to pick sides. Most of the girls picked yours…and all of the boys picked his.

At the party, you saw them but you didn't see him so at least there was that. But it hurt. It hurt a lot. And the only way you thought it could stop hurting was by drinking. One shot turned into four and then shots weren't enough and you moved to something bigger. Something stronger.

You were so wasted, your friends didn't know what to do with you so they called Ferran. He was the only friend you had that didn't belong to that group and the boys always gave you a hard time because of it. To them, he was Ferran the footballer. To you, he was the guy you became friends with when you were both told off for trying to eat the Play-Doh when you were 4.

"Where is she?", he asked, not noticing the phone pointed at him filming him. They did that a lot, hoping they could find him in an embarrassing situation and make money out of it.

"Ferriiiii", you laughed, jumping into his arms and kissing his face.

Ferran put you down, holding your hand so you wouldn't fall or get lost in the crowd. And he led you home.

But you didn't want to go there so he took you to the beach. The place where you were always the happiest.

"The stars are pretty", you said, lifting your arm and trying to touch them.

Ferran only laughed, laying down in the sand next to you and staring at the same stars you were so hypnotized by.

None of you noticed the tide rising and all of a sudden, the sea touched your bare feet, which made you get up and scream.

"Stop that!", said Ferran, grabbing your arms and sitting you down in the sand again, away from the sea. "Never drink this much again, please".

"He broke my heart, Ferri", and hearing you say that broke his again.

"I know. You should let me break his face".

"Just break his dick".

"Too small. Why bother?"

You both laughed.

"I'll never let anyone do this to you again".

"You'll never let me date anyone again".

"I will if you find someone I trust".

You looked up at him. "Maybe I should date you".

And you didn't even finish saying that before you both burst out laughing.

"No".

"No".

                                       **

"And that's you".

"What do you mean that's me?", asked Eric, who had been silently listening to his friend's words.

"You are the person I trusted enough to let you date her. And now you do this. You don't know how long it took her to recover from what that bastard did to her. And those comments from the video? They used that to justify his cheating on her. How could it be wrong if she was my friend? If there was surely something going on between us?"

"You were wrong then. I don't deserve her".

Ferran rolled his eyes, even if his friend couldn't see him.

"You do. But you have to fix this and quickly. Every day she hurts because of you, my trust in you diminishes".

Eric sighed. "What am I supposed to do? I'm stuck here for the next few days and she won't come back to see me".

"Think of something then. You messed up, you fix it".

Eric knew his friend was right, so the next day he asked if it was possible for him to do all the media stuff he needed to do in one day. That way, he could go to Barcelona for a couple of days and talk to you.

“I mean, sure. But it’d be exhausting to do all of it today. That’s why we planned for it to be done in three days”.

“I don’t mind. Let’s do it”.

When you got home after work, you noticed a few things that worried you. There was nothing in the mailbox, which was unusual. And when you opened the door, you noticed it wasn't locked. Who could have…

                                      **

But you didn't have to wonder for long because Eric called your name when he heard the door open.

"What are you doing here? You should be in Sevilla".

"I managed to get back for a couple of days".

"To make sure I didn't sleep with anyone?"

He closed her eyes and let out a sigh. "I'm sorry".

"I'll need more than that".

"I spoke to Ferran. He explained everything to me".

"Why couldn't you speak to me before accusing me of those things? I get he’s your friend and you’ve known him for longer but I’m your girlfriend".

"Because I was scared. I was sad about having to leave on loan and then I got a message with that video and…".

"What video? That's the part that made the least sense out of everything you said to me".

Eric had asked Ferran if it was ok for him to show you the video now and after some arguing about it, they decided you could only understand Eric's reaction if you saw it.

When you took his phone, you saw the name Sergio Goiko as the person who sent it. Your ex's best friend. Of course.

"You might want to see this".

"Now you're leaving Barcelona, she'll be there all alone with her "best friend"...".

"I see you've seen my message and still didn't dump her. She's lucky to be dating someone so dumb. Easier to do all of this behind your back".

The last message was sent the day of his presentation as Betis' new player. Sergio must have seen your photos together and realised his plan didn’t work out the way he expected.

"I mean…I get being manipulated like this can confuse you, Eric. I don't blame you for that. But why didn't you ask me? Why didn't you trust me to explain this to you?"

"I don't know…".

"I…I struggled to trust you when we first started dating. Not because of you. Because of what I've been through in the past. It’s an issue I’ll always have to deal with, probably".

"I never felt like you didn't trust me".

"I didn't think it was fair to let you know that when you did nothing wrong. But I've always worried. I mean, just the other day I was worried about you meeting someone else in Sevilla and dumping me, you know? But I didn't want to tell you because it wouldn't be fair to hurt you just because I am insecure. Don't do that to me".

"I won't. I'm really sorry. And if you ever have those doubts, just talk to me so I can reassure you".

When you put your arms around his waist and your head on his chest, he could finally breathe easily again.

"I made some food for you"

"You did?", you looked up to see him nod. "You really worked hard for that apology, huh?"

"Anything for you".

"Will you learn how to make Andalusian food for when I visit you?"

“I like that you trust me but maybe you shouldn’t trust my cooking abilities that much”.

[sizzlingpatrolfox]

I’ve been thinking a lot about how sensitive tae / jk / tkkrs are. Like the thing you said about JK solos thinking the company and army are against him. Like if jimin had the fan base numbers and company support they had I would be thrilled and simply keep my mouth shut.

It’s especially interesting that they drag jimin so much when he poses no real threat (numbers wise) to them. Tae literally has 10 MILLION more followers than jimin on IG. And JK probably would too if he was still on IG.

What i keep coming back to is that can’t fathom jimin having the large amount of success than he has (even if it’s less than tae/jk) when he doesn’t have the traditional qualities that tae and jk have that make them the most biased. Like tae’s perfect face or JK’s boyish charm / masculinity / both of them being conventionally attractive overall, along with JK’s natural talent and Tae’s “confidence”. Jimin has all this success without those things. And I feel like that’s what bugs them and threatens them. Idk just thinking/rambling!

Here's the thing about Instagram followers... I've written about this before but I can't seem to find that post, so I guess I'll have to do another post (this one) about it.

Instagram followers are not a measure of talent or success. They never were, and never will be. I can only think of like Messi and Ronaldo who have 600 million followers as people who their instagram followers are *sort of* a reflection of how well known they are.

Armys live in a bubble; taekookers, Taehyung and JK stans live in an even smaller bubble, tho this could be true for every solo out there. They think BTS (or their particular bias) is the center of the universe, and they forget that there actually are other celebrities and musicians in the planet. They forget too that not everything that looks like success, is actually success.

Harry Styles doesn't get half the likes any BTS member gets. Harry has had several billboard 100 singles, many of them were #1 and As It Was is still charting. Yet he has even less followers than Jimin, I think. Harry has been touring non-stop for more than a year, now. You'd think he wouldn't have fans to attend his shows when you look at his posts with 1 - 2 million likes. He sold 500k albums the first week on the US. BTS sell ~200K. Beyonce gets less likes than any BTS member, too. Yet she's on a sold out stadium tour around the world right now. Coldplay has less than 20 million followers yet they've been active as a group since 1996, and they also are on a stadium tour right now. The same stadiums that BTS played in two or three times, Coldplay has had up to 8 sold out dates in those stadiums.

Now, for the final bosses. Taylor Swift gets around 7 millions likes on her posts. She's also on a stadium tour right now. Her albums that were released 15 years ago and she's re-releasing now, are still getting one million preorders in the first day, only in the USA. She gets 80 million streams on her spotify profile, DAILY. Everyday.

BTS right now has 73 million followers on their bts_bighit account, and it was a smaller number before but in 2021 they were already getting 100 million views for butter in the first 24 hours.

For Christmas 2020, Jimin released Christmas Love, unannounced. Literally they just posted a link, and the youtube audio got I think 10 million in the first day. Later that day, Taehyung went on weverse to announce he'd be releasing snow flower that night. It debuted with less views than Christmas Love, even if it had been announced. The members opened their instagram accounts on December 6th 2021 (I'm just going by memory here, so I might be slightly wrong on the date). Taehyung immediately was "on the lead" regarding followers, immediately gathered a few million more than any other member. Taehyung then released Christmas Tree in the end of December 2021. Debut streams: roughly 1.5 million. If even half of his followers had tuned in (on Spotify) for his song, you'd think he would've done better than 1.5 million streams. With you was released four months later and, despite having only half the tracking time and despite "unpopular" Jimin having less instagram followers than Taehyung, with you got a better first day streams. To this day, it still gains streams faster than Christmas Tree.

As a sidenote, I don't think it's a small detail that instagram followers and likes are way easier to fake and fraud than streams. In the end, Jimin is a musician and the only way he can "prove" anything about himself, or his popularity or success, it's through his music and his performances. I think it's clear he himself doesn't even care that much about his instagram profile.

The same goes for Jungkook's lives viewers, which was something I was thinking about the other day. He released music last year, and last year he was already getting 15, 20 million viewers (which his fans claim are unique viewers), but his songs debuted with not even half of that. And we know how streams work; one person could stream the same song 10, 20 times. So how come he doesn't get 40 million streams a day? Or at least one day in the year? If we were to assume that 20 million different people watch his lives, those 20 million could also play his song once or twice at least one day in the year. But that doesn't happen.

So that's why I could never be bothered about instagram followers and likes... it really never mattered to me. Records in general don't matter to me, and I've said it plenty of times. There are some Jimin "records" and numbers that I wasn't even aware of until FACE was released. I didn't know that with you was more streamed than stay alive or christmas tree, for example. There's some stuff I'm finding out only because other people post about it, not because I'm constantly checking up on Jimin's and other member's numbers.

I can only go with Taehyung's old releases numbers because he hasn't released anything in a while. Also, a random OST is not the same as a proper debut, so I am aware that nobody really knows how well he could do with his debut. But the truth is that -IN THE PAST- his streams and singles sales have always been lower than Jimin's; the only member who's on par with Jimin on that, is Jungkook. Maybe for his debut Taehyung will finally release a fun song that people actually want to listen to.

On the other hand, now that Jimin has "set records" with his debut album, when Taehyung and Jungkook's albums come out, they will try to out-do Jimin's numbers, and when the next Jimin album comes out, people will try to out-do taekook's numbers and so on and on. So unless it's a really extraordinary thing that could hardly be replicated (like Jimin's BB #1), other than that, records of numbers are a really fickle thing to hold on to. The only reason I talked about them in this post was to make a point that instagram followers really do not always correlate to how "successful" or loved, or supported someone is.

As for your last paragraph, firstly I'm really uncomfortable and tired of the backhanded "compliments" like Jimin is doing great, but not as great as Taehyung or Jungkook. Like what is the actual purpose? I know they will do well, but the undermining of Jimin's achievements is insane and so unnecessary. The day Jungkook's and Taehyung's albums were announced too, it was "the most successful kpop soloists in the world" when Jimin is literally right there, being exactly that right now. Why have most people in this fandom incorporated the backhanded compliments in their vocabulary? Being lowkey or even highkey shady towards Jimin is almost like an unconscious thing for most these days.

Talking specifically about the hate he gets from Taehyung's Jungkook's stans, what you mentioned is half of the reason why. The other half is, ships. The other half of the hate is because of taekook.

They have convinced themselves that Instagram followers and such, are a measure of success. They have convinced themselves that Jimin is not talented, that he can't sing, that he can't dance, that all these years he was pushed by the company as something he's not and that his whole personality is a lie. They fight so hard against the love he receives because they genuinely think he doesn't deserve it for all of those reasons they've invented themselves. Then some YouTuber shows up and reacts to a BTS live song and goes "oh this Jimin guy sounds the best" and they think he's been paid to say that. The idea they have of him has never correlated with the image the real world has of him, and that's what bothers them. If someone says I love this song, they just HAVE to be on his business and spam "this song is awful" because they think it's wrong to like him and want others to feel that way about him too.

That's never going to happen because the real world isn't chronically online, feeding themselves lies the way Taehyung and JK stans are.

It's also interesting, but not really, that according to them Jimin is a "flop" but Jimin is the only one they're always trying to surpass. So how exactly is he flopping if he's their biggest competition. All BTS members are competing with themselves as of right now, none of them stand a chance next to already stablished artists with proven global, stable success like Harry or Taylor. Didn't bad bunny get 1 billion streams on his album the FIRST day? That happened last year. And JK stans were so proud of Jungkook getting it in 409 days. I'd like to see Jungkook or Taehyung stans try and argue how successful they are compared to people like those I mentioned. All BTS members are competing with themselves, but none of them are actually stablished as solo acts, especially in the states. All of them are still confined to kpop so far. Jimin has probably started to crack the surface because Like Crazy was quite successful in the USA and even the UK, and there were a lot of things that gave it publicity, but even then that's just a crack and it takes time to settle as an undisputed successful solo artist. No BTS member has the time to do that.

[georgiapeach30513]

Ramen anon here: LOVE that you’re still using the analogies! I also love periodically coming back to your blog to see your fun and lively posts as well. You and your anons do make me laugh.

I just have some questions. For anyone really:

If cup of noodles was invited to the GQ event then why not bring his own bf (who styled them) or even his other BFF Ribeye? Since you know, they’re both local and live nearby and were also there helping them get ready for the show.

Instead, soba came all the way back from her new country America to be his plus one. Love that she ignored the film festival with a movie she was in (this would have made sense to show up for since you are an “actor”) but shows up for this.

Or maybe she was the one invited because she’s so important now! And she invites cup as her plus one even though the only reason she’s even relevant to anything is because she married ramen - who, BTW, oddly enough wasn’t there or didn’t seem to have been invited. (He was the who actually got a GQ spread and cover? Weird) also…he is her husband according to 527474 tabloids and Wikipedia? And the same tabloids post about her being married to him but use photos where she’s with cup instead? (LOL)

And what happened to her being with him 24/7 in their super secret house that designers on IG have to hide and lie about the location? So on the weekend where there’s a big American family holiday she’s in a different country. Or like. He was in her country like two weeks before but couldn’t stay to be her date to the event that’s so important she had to miss his favorite holiday for. Or maybe. She stayed for this event and he went home to celebrate the holiday with his family. Which means she prioritized cup over ramen and her new in laws, which is interesting no matter how you look at it.

Lastly - remember some people were saying he was there in her country buying a place for them or staying at a place they rented for them? So why is she always getting ready at cup a noodles house then? Does she even have her own place to go to? (Don’t answer that - I don’t want to see any photoshops of her into Zillow images)

No matter how you look at this, not all or most of it makes any real logical sense. You can explain it as away as private but I think there’s private and then there’s…phony.

Im kidding. Well, maybe not completely.

Love ya, mod!

Just because I love you, Mrs. Pasta, I’m going to post this last one, because you do pose some interesting questions. I’m still of the mind that it was cup of noodles event, and it didn’t look like he enjoyed sharing the spot light with soba at one point. But maybe he had an upset tummy from too much sodium. And with that article and saying she didn’t have anything to promote, but cup of noodles had a video showing during the event, that tells me what I need to know.

Was she at cup of noodles house? There seemed like there was an awful lot of girls clothes in the background. But of course, that was stories, so they’re gone now. Ehh, this high sodium noodles are boring though. The best part of that pairing was that super shiny watch. Did you see how much it glistened?

I will say it was weird, but I guess there’s plenty of reasons as to why it was weird. I’ll just say…it was weird, and not as shiny as that watch.

[midnightsprings]

I have been massively dropping the ball on posting ANYTHING to tumblr about game dev progress - or any social media publicly, tbh - I am currently "rebranding" the IG dedicated to the game for when I have the energy to maintain it, which is unfortunately not right now. Lol.

So...since all of this has been revealed to backers already months ago, I feel comfortable sharing here. These are some sprites that have been FULLY finished* in the past year, along with a short blurb about the character shown. ^^ Apologies in advance that some of these images aren't formatted or watermarked in the same way as others.

Takuto Hirashima is a possible love interest for Mikuru, one of the twin protagonists. They both share an interest in the occult and horror movies. Takuto frequently goes on excited tangents about his interests, and has a photographic memory, so he tends to have a lot of information to spill. He has pretty severe carpal tunnel from being an active gamer.

Noah Reid is a potential love interest for Mikuru, as well. He is a Canadian model based out of Tokyo at the moment, the reason he is in Hokkaido at the time of the game is unclear. He likes to think he's very good at keeping himself shrouded in mystery. He was surviving on his own for several weeks after the outbreak.

Hanako Akechi is a possible love interest for Toshiro, the other twin protagonist. She has a pretty reserved personality, but when she finally reaches her boiling point, you'll wish she hadn't. She doesn't seem to have many hobbies and really keeps to herself. While she used to be a childhood friend of the twins, things soured, and they mostly lost contact. In hopes of patching things up, she managed to follow them to their attended university. It was not well-received.

Kiriko Yukimura is a possible love interest for both Mikuru and Toshiro (not at the same time...), depending on routes chosen. She is Arisa's closest friend, if not her only friend, and they've been bonded since childhood. Kiriko discovered gyaru style growing up, and decided it was a perfect aesthetic for her to build on to. She loves pastels and all things "girly," and at first it made her feel better to have a darker skintone when wearing a fashion known for intense tans in a country intolerant of mixed-race kids. Eventually, she felt really comfortable in her skin, and that shines through in her warm personality.

Kyoko Koyama is Arisa's older sister by 8 years. She is recently widowed. It's incredibly hard to read her real feelings through her expression, as she's very good at masking her real emotions, a skill learned from having to raise Arisa mostly alone. She loves Kiriko like family, and is desperate to mend the strained relationship she now has with Arisa as they both became adults.

A part-2 kickstarter to raise more funds for programming, the remaining art balance, and potentially even help with writing (I have a lot of health issues going on, have to do more conventions now than ever in order to afford rent, and I need hip surgery that I can't yet afford or make time for), and more...will launch early 2024. Please keep an eye on this page for updates!

*the sprites done first in order to be included in the demo are not actually finished, they're about halfway done. Each main character has 2 normal poses + 1 "fight" pose, multiple outfits, etc. In order for them to be done in time for demo publication, they just have 1-2 poses and 1 outfit each. Sprite artist is Sasamekuh!

[nfcpr]

24.03.10 NOMADOFNOWHERE Tour

Fanrepo (ファンレポ) Day 8

Today's venue is in Fuchu. The neighbouring Fuchunomori Park was also the filming location for the ichiritoru drama 💕 (X post)

Fuchu City turns out to be a place that's connected to Ryo in more than one drama 💕 (X post)

Yokoso minna!

Merch

Merch poll about jackets 😆 (X post)

Ending time is now broadcasted at the venue 😆

First greeting 🥰

This ossan already doesn't remember his tour venues lol (X post)

He looks cool and ikemen and all that... but he's really a dork lol Lord of Chaos 😆

What the mask looked like 🤭

ROFL why is he such an adorable dork? (X post)

Ryo getting flustered after spilling water reminded me of that Chronicle episode when he spilt milk, and the whole set suddenly became chaotic lol (X post)

Penlight survey study lol

Penlight Furifuri Group lol

Because Ryo is cute, his audience also becomes cute 😆 (X post)

Ryo is still conducting his independent research into fan behaviour lol this time it's the psyllium/penlight (X post)

Day of the week survey study lol was he trying to check whether everybody was still alert during his show or what? 😂

Nishikido Syndrome lol I probably already have it by now... can't let a day pass by without looking up stuff related to him, there's no rest on weekends from him either😆

What is Sazae Syndrome? 🤭 (X post)

Nishikido Consultation about issue of shyness 😆

Ryo, not updating your SNS is a habit we all know pretty well now... there's no need to mention it anymore 😂

Dude started philosophising with fan's name... I bet she was happy to hear him mention her name tho 🤭💕 (X post)

He's philosophised about this before a long time ago... complete with paper sakura rain 😆 I even made several threads about it (X post)

Ryo messing around with his sappomen 😆

I bet he remembers the names of all his staff...

Yamakawa-san was pretty sporting 😆 (X post)

lol I like this staff... and also, Ryo is loved 💕 (X post)

Omodoro end pose was a bit shaky lol poor sappomen-san 🤭

Ryo and hospitals... smh (X post)

I know I shouldn't laugh about his broken bones... but this is too funny 🤣 (X post)

A more detailed Ryo-sappomen interaction about their hometown... and how Ryo suggested Jun shaved his head (like himself last year? 😂) they were pretty funny and everybody indulged him with this cultural center nonsense lol (X post)

Hometown survey study continued... (X post)

Ryo talking about fans swinging around the penlight and psyllium 😆

腱とか筋とかいわさんようにね！皆さんも僕と同じように歳を重ねてるやろうから

39歳、錦戸です！

https://twitter.com/ninpouhmhm/status/1773559338570830022?t=6ZTyRE5i8IpplfK4T87AAg&s=19

「腕ちぎれるくらい振って！」

「腱とか筋とかいわさんようにね！」

Me: Whuttt 🤣

https://twitter.com/ninpouhmhm/status/1773561358929248437?t=SLaHXzricNx4D993LJX8Xw&s=19

Time sure flies so fast, huh (X post) a fan said he looked off into the distance when he talked about his own "expedition." Maybe he no longer has the luxury of time and energy to chase after his idols like back then in his youth.

Ryo messing around with the party sunglasses during Omodoro lol

This guy is just being sexy and breaking hearts everywhere for no reason 🤭

ROFL his moe gap is too much (X post 1, X post 2)

Ryo wanted our usually-ordinary day to become exciting (coz he was there with us)... I LOVE HIM

He's cute like dis 😂 (X post)

Ryo loves performing... he's been entertaining us since he was a Chibi Nishikido 🥰

Ending greeting

Me collapsing in a fit of laughter reading this repo 🤣

Before encore (X post)

Fanrepo in a blog:

- Halhalman's post

#IGLIVE

It was uploaded in Nomareko-san's IG story tho... maybe the connection wasn't good at the venue 🤔 look at him having fun being dorky lol

Sappomen posts

It's Drummer Nishikido Jun 🤣

[softgeumhyuk]

GEUMHYUK POST A NEW SELCA SO I CAN CHANGE MY TWITTER LAYOUT CHALLENGE: FAILED

[anashins]

hi!! love your work, do you take requests?? i saw a post on ig and i literally need this with idol!taeyong and supermodel!reader 😭😭😫😫 i don’t want sm to be the bad guy cause they’re literally so supportive of their artists like when chen got married and had a child; while citizens were so angry, sm they supported him all the way😭😭😭 but don’t worry if you’re not interested

Pairing: idol!Taeyong x model!reader

Genre: fluff, secret relationship

Word Count: 1k

Summary: You and Taeyong coincidentally join the same fashion event, giving you some private time away from home. Only that it might not have been a coincidence at all, because your boyfriend can be really persistent.

A/N: We all know how SM treats Taeyong, but let's imagine they're good in this au, because they also can't without him, that's a fact 🤓 Hope you like it 💖 

“You’re up next.”

“Got it.”

The stylist went with the makeup brush over your cheeks and nose one more time, dabbing off all last remnants of oil that had surfaced on your skin. In the spotlight, every flaw was visible, and you had to look perfect during this fashion show. 

And not only because your boyfriend was in the audience today too. 

It was a funny coincidence that he had been invited and allowed to join this brand’s fashion show for which you were walking during Fashion Week. He was an ambassador, sure, but his group was currently preparing for a world tour, so it must have been quite a hustle to fly to the other side of the world for this event only.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, go.”

The coordinator gave you a little push, and you stepped into the spotlight, donning a silky black dress that reached to the floor, hair flowing down your shoulders in the same, elegant manner. You were one of the very last walking, but also not ending the show, so you believed the majority of the audience was already paying their attention to somewhere else until the designer walked out.

But one person, you were sure of, was still looking attentively. 

You clearly felt his eyes locked on you when you took one deliberate step after another since the dress was an inch too long and the shoes a size too big. This was not your first catwalk, so you still managed though, prompted by your boyfriend’s mesmerized gaze that you clearly felt fixated on you. It caused you to get a bit nervous, and you usually never felt this way as an established professional in the branch.

When you reached the end of the catwalk to pose, you dared to blink through the lights and let your eyes waver over the crowd for only the break of a second. You didn’t spot his face as the moment passed by too quickly, but what you noticed from the corner of your peripheral vision, was a red dot in a sea of monochrome outfits.

A red rose.

_____

“Great walk today, the dress looked so good on you!”

“Thank you so much!”

You bowed to the person who gave you this compliment, another one among many that you had received so far. Apparently, the majority had paid attention despite all - or was it only because you had walked especially confidently today?

“Are you not staying?” one of your model friends asked. “The after party is only about to start. And there are so many cute guys waiting to see us!”

“I’m sorry, I’ll pass.”

“We’re in New York, y/n! You cannot just pass on the afterparty!”

You shrugged and smiled apologetically. “I have other plans for tonight.”

Her look fell upon your handbag where the head of a red rose was peeking out. You hadn’t wanted to squish it in and ruin it when he had risked everything to get it delivered into the styling room, right at your place where it had greeted you upon your return.

“Do the plans involve the mysterious sender of this rose?”

With a grin, you only put your index finger on your lips, winking at her. “See you tomorrow.”

On your way out, you brushed someone with your shoulder. Before you could apologize, you then felt warm fingertips slightly touching the back of your hand in the secrecy of the shadow your two bodies casted.

“Excuse me,” a manly voice whispered that let goosebumps run down your spine.

“Don’t worry.”

You went in different directions, but when you reached the exit, you saw the person outside again, slipping into the safety of a black car. Not much later, your car arrived as well that would bring you to the hotel. To be entirely sure though, you let the chauffeur drive two more rounds around the block.

Entering the hotel’s lobby after getting out, you walked past the reception and straight to the elevators since you had gotten the floor and room number beforehand already. Your heart was already thumping heavily against your chest, excitement almost turning into anxiety since it had been two weeks since the both of you were last together in private.

When the door opened, you didn’t even have time to greet your boyfriend properly. His hand immediately wrapped around your arm and you got hauled into the room with the door closing shut behind you in nearly the same breath.

Light kisses got peppered on your lips that slowly turned into long, more passionate ones, the pent up longing no more deniable, and you finally didn’t have to hold your feelings back anymore.

“I missed you so much,” Taeyong muttered against the side of your neck, sucking on the thin skin that made you tickle lightly. 

“I missed you too.” Your fingers curled around the hair behind his ears while he gently pressed you against the door. “You were sneaky at the show, do you know? One of the other models noticed the rose.”

“I had to subtly drop a hint that you’re mine. I couldn’t stand the gazes of the other men sitting with me in the audience. But I was very proud as well. Of you, because you were amazing, and of me, because you’re mine.”

“Lee Taeyong, I didn’t know you had kind of a possessive side to you.”

“Oh?” He raised a brow, grinning. “Didn’t my performance in the bedroom already assure you of that?”

You chuckled. “I meant outside of the bedroom.”

“How else do you think I got here?”

“What do you mean?”

“Right before a world tour, joining a fashion event… I went to hell and back, negotiating back and forth with my company and the brand to be able to be here today. Away from our daily lives, just to spend two days with you. Luckily, they treasure me so much, I could have asked for anything at this point.”

You looked at him with softened features and all the love you had for him. “You’re really amazing, you know that?”

With one swift motion, he helped you jump, hooking your legs around his waist before turning to the bed. “Let me prove to you that this was absolutely worth it.”