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februarybluues · 2 years ago

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You spin my head around (like a record)

summary: hobie never believed in throwing his money away to useless big corporations. but, when you started working at his favorite record shop, he decided to make a small exception. warnings: slight flirting, terrible british a/n: i love this idea so so much and have many ideas for it so if you want a part 2 let me know!!!

If there was one thing hobie hated most, it was capitalism. Having to spend money on things you didn’t need but were marketed in a way that made you feel like you needed them, pissed him off to no end. Especially when it came to big corporations. He didn’t see the purpose of having to feed these ‘money-hungry pigs’, which would only end up causing harm to everything and everyone that got in their way. The only exception was small businesses. He never gave his money away on anything unless he desperately needed it, but that wasn’t often. Until it came to you.

There was a particular record shop in the middle of the city that he occasionally visited. Mainly because it was the only one near him that actually had his favorite artists. – which were rarely sold due to how ‘underground’ they were. Don’t get me wrong, he liked his fair share of mainstream, popular artists, he just also liked his fair share of small garage punk bands. The kind of small bands you’d find playing at your local pub. But, the point is: that specific record shop was the only one he actually liked. But, that didn’t change his hatred for capitalism. Which meant he wasn’t shy to ‘borrow’ a few cd’s, or vinyls from that shop. Actually, he hadn’t once paid for anything, and he’d never once been caught. That’s just how things were. He’d never planned to feed into society’s corrupt ideations. Never. He would continue to visit that record shop whenever he pleased, but never once considered buying anything. That is, until a new employee started working there.

They were perfect. The living embodiment of utter perfection. Every time Hobie entered the shop he was greeted by a sweet smile from behind the till. Everything that person did drove Hobie crazy. - in the best way imaginable. That person was you. You’d only recently gotten the job, around a few weeks ago. It was simple enough, but it definitely was not your dream job. You only got it because you needed the money, even though the pay was barely enough to get you going for the week, it was something! Despite never once having a proper conversation, Hobie knew he liked you. From your genuine, unrelenting kindness, to your style. He was fond of everything you did. And before he knew it, his occasional visits turned to him visiting whenever he could. Not because he wanted to actually buy anything, but because he wanted to see you. Any chance he got, he would rush straight over to you. It got to a point where he had memorised when you were working and when you weren’t. And now, here he was.

“Are you actually gonna pay this time?” you asked him, familiar with his habit of pocketing cd’s and vinyls and then leaving. You never did anything about it for many reasons. One of which was because you did not get paid enough to deal with it. And also, because he was insanely attractive. He laughed. Not like an actual laugh. But, a small exhale, similar to scoffing. “Maybe I am,” he said, handing you the vinyl. You smiled at him and scanned the record, noticing the familiar album cover. “Oh sex pistols!” you exclaimed, mentally taking note of how his music taste was almost as beautiful as he was. “You’ve got good taste.” you said, before putting the record in a bag. You didn’t notice how he lit up at the sudden compliment; freaking out on the inside, but playing it off well. “You listen to ‘em?” he asked, his heavy accent now very prominent. Your smile never once faltered as you looked back at him. “I love them!” you said. You began to hum the tune to one of their songs, doing a dramatic little dance, which earned a small laugh from him. “You know… It’s surprising that you’re actually buying something for once.” you commented, jokingly but also genuinely. He tilted his head to the side in response. “Oh yeah? How so?” he leaned against the till, hands in his pockets as he talked with you. “Well, I see you here all the time. - Almost every time I'm working, actually. And - I guess I kinda got used to you wandering around and then leaving. It’s kind of weird how this is the first time I’ve heard your voice.” you laughed, and his lips quirked up in a small, almost unnoticeable smile. “What’s wrong with havin’ a look around?” his voice was low, and he spoke innocently. Despite the both of you knowing he was anything but innocent. “We both know you’ve been having a bit more than a look around.” you said, in reference to the many times you’d seen him ‘borrowing’ a few cd’s. He laughed this time. In truth, he cherished this moment. As it had been the first time he’d heard your voice. You were sweet, funny, and apparently had good music taste. All three of those traits were almost impossible to be found in the people Hobie had met. There was just something about you that was so different from everything else. So unique and-

“That’ll be 24.99” you said, snapping him out of his thoughts. 24.99? He repeated in his head, confused. He could’ve sworn that the price tag said 30? Had you given him a discount? For literally the first time ever, he handed the money to you and paid. He regretted a lot of things, but getting to talk to you was not one of them. You handed him the bag and smiled at him once more. Hobie then realised this would probably be the only time he’d ever interact with you again. In a panic, he spoke up again. “D’ya wanna spend time together after this? We could maybe listen t’the record? See if it was worth th’money?” While the usual confidence in his voice remained, there were hints of hesitation laced under his words. “I’d love to!” you exclaimed, blatantly happy. He smiled, now exposing his teeth. “Lovely.”

“I almost forgot–here’s my number!” you pulled out a pen from your pocket and wrote your phone number on the paper bag that you put his vinyl in; trying to make it as neat and legible as possible. Once you were happy with it, you handed it back to him. “I get off work at 6. Call me then and we can organise something, yeah?” you offered, to which he nodded. “It’s a date.” he said, and winked before turning around and exiting the shop; the jingling of the door suddenly sounded way happier than it usually did. Maybe your new job wasn’t so bad after all.

hey pookie just wanted to let u know my requests are opennn and you wanna request something sooooo badly so why don't you just go over there and send one in thanks love u hope you liked that little fic

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yooniivrse · 4 months ago

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subtle changes | myg

summary. your carefully structured mornings takes a heartwarming turn when yoongi becomes a welcome part of your days, leaving you unexpectedly craving more.

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pairing: yoongi x f!reader

word count: 3.9k

warnings: none :3 (i think, plz tell me if i missed something)

a/n: the end of summer hit me like a truck, which is why this took super long 😭 i'll try my best and have an update schedule to keep me on track, but no promises! idk how i feel about this chapter but you guys have been waiting for too long lol. i hope you enjoy <333

!!! this is the second part of a mini-series. you can read this as a stand alone, but things make more sense if you read the first part !!!

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You were very fond of routines.

You liked knowing what would happen next; liked being able to go into auto pilot as your body steered you through the morning, liked leaving it up to your routine to anchor you back to reality whenever life took a toll on you.

Usually, you hated change. You hated its unpredictability; hated the way it slapped at you abruptly like a whip, hated the queasy feeling that bubbled in your stomach whenever it occurred.

But the change that snaked into your strict routine was welcomed with warm, open arms. He slotted into your mornings and evenings with ease, like a jigsaw piece that fits perfectly into the space in a puzzle. A puzzle that happens to be your life.

Yoongi was the first person you greeted every morning before leaving for work or classes. He left his home at the same time as you—something you only noticed in the last fortnight—and would wave at you from his door. You returned the gesture with a bright smile, one that was starting to feel almost too natural.

He waited for you every day without fail, with hands shoved deep into his pockets as he leaned against the wall. When you finally managed to reach his door, he would make small talk with you as you descended the elevator.

You’ve always hated the awkwardness that lingered with small talk but those feelings dissipated when it came to Yoongi. He always listened attentively when talked, chuckling whenever you complained about the lady living opposite you as he agreed. It made you feel comfortable about rambling on about whatever it was that swam through your mind, leaving no space for awkwardness to bubble.

Today, your topic of conversation was the music he claimed to make.

“At this point, I’m starting to think you’re a fraud,” you said.

You both stood outside the elevator of your apartment complex. Yoongi leaned in front of you to press the bottom button, and a ring of red light awoke along the sides of it.

Yoongi’s music has always been a topic of mystery. You’ve practically begged him to share a snippet of his songs with you ever since he mentioned being in a band, and each time he has refused. Though your words were playful, you had no idea if he made music at all. You recently realised how little you knew of him as a person too.

“And why would I lie to you about making music?” he asked.

You shrugged your shoulders. “I dunno. You could’ve been using it to make me fall in love with you or something. Pretending to be some cool, mysterious person in a band when you’re actually the opposite.”

“Well, did it work? Are you in love with me yet?”

You turned to look at him, narrowing your eyes as if to analyse him.

“Nope. You’ve got to try harder than buying me food and walking me to the lobby every morning.”

Yoongi let out a sigh, feigning disappointment. His lips pressed into a thin line that did little to hide the growing smile on his face. “Damn, I really thought I’d have you by now.”

A giggle escaped your lips just as the elevator doors slid open with a ding. You stepped in and returned to your position beside Yoongi, who clicked the second last button. Faint music played in the background, a soft ballad that you instantly recognised.

“I love this song,” you said. Yoongi turned his head to look at you with furrowed eyebrows.

“You do?”

You nodded. “Mhm. I’ve been having it on repeat for the last week.”

“Oh- I love this song too. Well- I’ve only listened to it once or twice whenever my friend plays it, but it’s really good.”

“I know right!” You were grinning as you looked at Yoongi, enthusiasm spilling from your tone, eyes wide with excitement. “It’s so- like- cosy? I don’t know.” A laughing breath escaped you.

“No, you’re right. It has that nice, cosy feel to it.”

You gesticulated wildly as you rambled on about the song and why you loved it so much, while Yoongi watched you with a wide smile. It was nice seeing you talk so passionately about something so mundane, how a simple song could brighten your entire day.

Yoongi didn’t interrupt you once, listening to your every word attentively. He wished he could stay with you, maybe even walk you to your college, just to hear your pleasant voice. There was just something about the smile on your face that made his heart beat a little faster.

But alas, he was forced to part ways with you as you reached the lobby doors. You waved goodbye and walked down the pathway. Instead of going his own way, Yoongi stayed as you grew smaller in his view.

Just before turning a corner, you looked back at him. You threw your head back as what Yoongi assumed to be a giggle—he was too far away to hear—left you. You brought your hands up and swatted them in his direction as if to shoo him away. He moved his hands to rest over his heart, feigning a hurt expression. He failed miserably, earning more laughter from you.

He liked making you laugh. It made his skin feel warm, the mere sound of it causing butterflies to erupt in his stomach.

It was stupid how much of an effect you had on him. He was absurdly comfortable around you, something he found difficult to accomplish around people he’s known for the better half of his life, let alone less than a month.

You lit up his day, your everyday routine giving him a reason to get up and be productive each morning. He never woke up before noon; there was simply no need to because anything to do with the band was held in the afternoon, and he usually did the night shift at his part-time job.

So why was he sacrificing the comfort of his blankets just to see you for ten minutes? Why was he debating on whether to change to a day shift because he didn’t even have anything to do in the morning other than seeing you? Why was he smiling to himself as he walked down the street, earning looks from passersby? And why didn’t he care, all because you were the only thing on his mind?

Honestly, he didn’t have an answer. It was too soon to conclude that he liked you. You were just a genuine friend, someone he happened to click with.

Right?

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“I wrote a new song. I need you guys to sing it.”

Yoongi threw a leather notebook to the side, where it landed on the brunette who lay sprawled across the couch.

“Ow! Hyung, what the fuck?”

Taehyung plucked out his wired earphones, eyebrows furrowed in exaggerated pain as he took the notebook into his hands. He flicked through the pages meaninglessly before landing on the newly written pages.

On the couch opposite him sat Jungkook and Seokjin, completely immersed in some sort of game they played together. They yelled out profanities and shared movements intended to sabotage the other’s gameplay. Yoongi sighed.

Calling the room a mess was an understatement. A multitude of empty energy drinks, a few random sticky notes—reminders from the members to each other that would end up being forgotten anyway—and a stack of empty plates littered the coffee table. A hill of clothes sat neglected in the space beside Jungkook and Seokjin, and Yoongi automatically crinkled his nose despite the lack of any unpleasant odour.

He would have attempted to tidy up the room, but the long day weighed down on his shoulders. He moved Taehyung’s legs off the couch and slumped down beside him.

“Since when did you write love songs?” Taehyung asked. It was comical how fast Jungkook and Seokjin’s attention turned to Yoongi.

“It’s not a love song, it’s a ballad, idiot,” Yoongi mumbled.

“Same thing,” Taehyung replied, rolling his eyes as he flicked to the next page.

“Aw, Yoongi’s in love,” Seokjin piped up, feigning a sympathetic expression. He brought his hand up and added with a whisper, “Don’t worry, it’ll go away soon.”

“Fuck off, hyung.” Yoongi flipped him off and Jungkook chuckled at the exaggerated gasp that fell from Seokjin’s lips. Before he could start rambling on about how you should respect your elders, the youngest spoke up.

“So, who’s the girl, hyung?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“I told you, it’s not a love song. There’s isn’t any girl.”

“Yeah, right. Just tell us wh—.”

“Is she the one that lives a few doors down?” The new voice emerged from the side of the room, and everyone’s heads snapped up in its direction.

Jimin shut the bathroom door softly as he vigorously rubbed a towel over his hair. The ink tattooed under his chest was displayed in his shirtless form, grey sweatbands lying low on his waist.

“Who?”

“Why was I not told about this?”

“Yoongi has a girlfriend?!”

“She’s not my girlfr—.”

“No, she’s just the only reason you wake up at ass o’clock to see for like- ten minutes.” A teasing smile played at the corners of Jimin’s lips as he propped down between Seokjin and Jungkook. Yoongi shot him a glare.

“She’s a nice person. So what if I wake up a little earlier to see her? I’d do the same for you guys if we didn’t live together.”

Everyone in the room turned to look at him with a deadpan expression.

“Okay, maybe I wouldn’t, but it’s not that big of a deal!”

“Clearly is if you’re writing love songs about her,” Taehyung added. He threw the book over to the three who sat on the opposite couch, and Jungkook caught it with ease before eagerly flicking to the page with the lyrics.

“I’m not writing love songs about her! It’s not even a love song, it’s a ballad!”

“Okay, maybe you’re right. But there’s no way she’s not even a tiny bit of the reason why you wrote this,” Jimin said.

Seokjin nodded in agreement. “You’ve been struggling with writer’s block for like- the past week. And now you’re suddenly writing a song that’s a complete 180 of everything we’ve made so far?”

All four of their beady eyes stared at Yoongi, waiting for an answer. It felt like an interrogation.

“This isn’t fair, this is bullying. If Namjoon was here, he would’ve stuck up for me.”

“Yeah, cuz you’re a big baby that can’t even stick up for himself,” Taehyung mumbled, though Yoongi heard him loud and clear. He opened his mouth to curse at the younger when Jimin interrupted him.

“Uhm, no he wouldn’t. How’d you think I knew about the girl?”

“Asshole,” Yoongi muttered under his breath.

He told Namjoon about you around a week ago. How it had slipped into the conversation, Yoongi didn’t know. But his mind had been foggy from his intoxication that he found himself eventually telling Namjoon everything; about how you met, how you helped him, the dinner you shared. He didn’t even spare the details; how he thought you’re eyes were the most beautiful things he’d ever seen, how your laugh made his heart leap, how he hadn’t felt like this is years—if ever—and it was scaring him how fast he was falling for you.

Yoongi was frustrated at Namjoon but was also grateful that he didn’t reveal everything he had told him that night. If he had, the members wouldn’t be questioning him right now because they would already have a clear answer.

Yoongi sighed, leaning back his head.

“I- Last week, she mentioned this song that she loved ‘cause it was playing in the elevator. And- I don’t know- I don’t think our usual music is her taste. She’s been asking me to play her some of our songs for weeks and I’ve just avoided the subject. I just- I want her to listen to something that I know she’ll love.”

Because he loved seeing you happy. He loved the way you’re face lit up and he wanted you to have the same reaction when you listened to his songs. But he didn’t say that, of course. Just treasured the thoughts deep in his mind because he hated the truth they carried.

“That’s so cute, hyung,” Jungkook said.

“Whatever,” Yoongi mumbled, becoming more aware of the warmth spreading across his ears. “So, will you guys sing the song? I don’t think any rap verses would fit it, so it’s completely up to you.”

“I don’t think we’ll be able to get it finished fast enou–,” Jimin started, but was abruptly cut off.

“Of course, we will,” Taehyung said, throwing a hand over Yoongi’s shoulder. “When you guys get married, tell her that we’re the only reason she fell for you. You know, with our angelic voices an-.”

“Taehyung, I swear to fucking God-.”

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Snowflakes poured from the sky, clinging to your clothes for a brief second before disappearing into the fabric. The cold air bit into your skin, slowly seeping into your bones and numbing your face.

You were delighted when the snowfall first began a few weeks ago. It had been the only thing that marked the start of the holiday season, and you found yourself giving into the festivities of it all despite the reminders of your finals looming over you like an angry, dark cloud.

Now that your exams were buried in the past, you realised what a hassle the weather was when it wasn’t the only thing cheering you up.

Your nose was stuffy and an angry shade of red. Your limbs ached, weighing down on you. It took you double the time it usually took for you to walk home due to the black ice that coated the sidewalks. You made the mistake of trudging through it carelessly once, and that ended up with a sprained ankle and complete humiliation. No way would you let that happen again.

No one would willingly go out in such weather.

So why was there someone standing outside your apartment? Why was he choosing the bitter cold instead of the heated lobby that stood a mere three steps away? And why was it Yoongi?

A thick scarf hung around his neck, obscuring most of his face with it’s deep, red fabric. His hands were shoved deep into the pockets of his black jacket, his head turned down to the floor.

He didn’t notice you as you approached his figure.

“Are you trying to freeze to death?”

His head snapped up. He stared at you blankly for a second before his cheeks rose up ever so slightly, the signs of his rare smile that always made your heart flutter.

“Hi. No—.” He chuckled softly, the sound quickly lost to the busy city. “—I was waiting for you. Didn’t know what time you came back, so...” His voice got quieter as he spoke, trailing off into a mumble.

“Oh, that’s so sweet.” Your words brought a smile to his face, his expression no longer holding a sense of hesitancy. “Why were you waiting for me though?”

“Right. I had to give you this.” He rummaged through his pockets and pulled out a square-shaped envelope. Sensing your confusion from your puzzled expression, he added, “It’s a CD. You wanted to hear some of our songs, so I put together my personal favourites.”

All the words of thanks and appreciation died on your tongue as you took the cover from his hands. It was incredibly light, and you could trace the circular outline of the CD that lay inside.

“Yoongi, I– you really didn’t have to,” you finally managed.

“I wanted to.”

Your eyes crinkled to accommodate the smile growing across your face. “This is literally the best thing anyone has ever gotten me. You could’ve sent me a playlist online, y’know, instead of putting so much effort into it.”

Yoongi hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“I thought you’d like a CD more.”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, of course I love the CD. I was just wondering why you chose the harder way.”

“I thought you deserved something more than just a few texts.”

You hoped that Yoongi would overlook the heat crawling across your skin as a result of the cold instead of his words.

“I- Thank you. Seriously, thank you so much.”

He nodded. “You do have something to play it on, right? I actually didn’t think about whe–.”

“Oh yeah, no don’t worry. I have an old laptop that I can put these into.”

Another nod. Yoongi’s eyes darted away as soon as they met yours, glancing around everywhere but you.

“Do you wanna go inside and not risk hypothermia?” you said with a small laugh.

“Uh– I actually have to visit a friend today.”

“Oh, okay.” Had he noticed the way your shoulders deflated at his answer? You hoped not. “I’ll see you around then?”

“Yeah. See you tomorrow.”

You stepped past him and fished out your keys from your pockets. By the time you opened the door and turned back to wave goodbye, he had already walked away.

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Click.

The CD slid into the side of the laptop with ease. Files popped up on the screen, casting shadows across your skin. You could feel the quiet hum of the machine beneath your fingertips, a steady, calming rhythm that contrasted with the sudden quickening of your heartbeat.

Your eyes wandered over it, soaking in the half a dozen songs Yoongi had chosen. You’d already listened to them all once, but you wanted to hear them again.

There was something about the way they played in your ears, something almost magical in the way the melodies intertwined with your thoughts. Each note seemed to resonate with a different part of you as if Yoongi had handpicked them to speak to your soul.

The songs were beautiful. Despite it not being your usual choice of music, you found yourself treasuring each song close to your heart. You hadn’t expected to feel this way, hadn’t anticipated how deeply you’d connect with the music that was so different from what you normally listened to. But here you were, replaying them over and over, savouring each lyric like a secret only you and Yoongi shared.

Maybe it was because you got to see a new side of Yoongi in his music. A confident, almost arrogant version of him that sang each lyric with pure passion. You could feel the intensity in every word, every note as if they were laced with emotions he could never quite express in person.

Or maybe he just knew you well enough to pick out songs he knew that you would like. Songs that would make you think of him, songs that would linger in your mind long after the last note faded away.

Whatever it was, it failed to stop the giddy feeling that enveloped your skin. A warmth that spread from your chest to the tips of your fingers, leaving you lightheaded and dizzy with emotions you weren’t quite ready to name. You couldn’t remember the last time something—or someone—had made you feel this way.

Your fingers scrolled down on the mouse, a habit that had formed ever since you first got the laptop. You hadn’t expected the screen to move. But it did. A subtle movement that caught you off guard, your breath hitching slightly as you leaned closer to the screen.

A seventh file revealed itself at the bottom of the screen. It didn’t have a name. Just a small, blank icon that seemed to stare back at you, as if daring you to click on it.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Yoongi had probably added it by mistake, but you couldn’t help but wonder if this was something he had intended to keep hidden, something private that you weren’t meant to see. You clicked into it.

Someone cleared their throat.

“Uh, hi. I don’t know if you’ll see this or not, but I hope you do.”

Yoongi’s voice was low and smooth, just like you’ve always known it. But nervousness curled around his words, the hesitance before each one clear as day. It was a stark contrast to the confident, almost cocky tone in which he carried himself within all his other songs.

It made your heart flutter in a way you hadn’t anticipated.

“This is a cover.” He chuckled softly before his voice turned to a mumble. “God this is mortifying.”

You didn’t even realise that you were smiling. The corners of your lips had curled up almost involuntarily. There was something incredibly endearing about the way he sounded so vulnerable, so unsure of himself, and it only made you want to hear more.

“So–uhm. I hope you enjoy, ___.”

Oh, how you loved the way he said your name. The way the word fell from his tongue; like he was born to utter your name over and over again. It felt like a caress, soft and gentle, wrapping around you like a blanket on a cold winter night. You could almost see him there, sitting in front of his microphone, his eyes closed as he let your name slip past his lips.

He plucked the string of a guitar, the high-pitched sound quickly lost to his voice as he began to sing.

The familiarity of the song washed over you, a wave of nostalgia that tugged at your heartstrings. It was a cover of the same song you heard in the elevator a few days ago. The same one you had mentioned to him in passing. The same one he remembered to be your favourite.

He remembered, and it was almost pathetic how such a simple gesture had you feeling things that hadn’t been awakened in your heart for a dreadfully long time.

His voice filled the space with a melodic warmth that seemed to wrap around you like a comforting embrace. You leaned into the embrace—leaned in closer to the laptop in an attempt to be as close to him as you could so that you wouldn’t miss a single word. It felt as if he were singing directly to you as if every note was meant for your ears only.

His voice reminded you of honey; smooth, sweet, clear, and so fucking addicting. You could feel yourself getting lost in it, letting it seep into your very being, soothing parts of you that you didn’t even realise needed healing.

Unfortunately, the song was short. He had only sung half of it, lasting only around a minute and a half. But the enchanting melody lingered in the air long after he finished. You found yourself replaying it in your mind, trying to hold on to the feeling it gave you, not wanting it to fade away too soon.

“I hope I did the song justice.” A breathy laugh. “If I ended up ruining it for you forever, I’m sorry.”

If only he knew how much you would treasure his cover of the song in your heart, or how you would play the CD almost every day because you liked listening to his voice. How you would wake up every morning and–for the first time in a long while–would find yourself looking forward to change.

Looking forward to him.

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danielmndoza · 3 months ago

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[DANIEL MENDOZA. 30. CIS MALE. HE/HIM] is here! They’ve lived in Asbury Park for [30 YEARS] and are originally from [ASBURY PARK, NEW JERSEY]. They are a [RECORD STORE OWNER/MANAGER AT GROOVY GRAVEYARD] and in their downtime love [WRITING SONGS FOR HIS D&D GROUP] and [FALLING ASLEEP TO PODCASTS]. They look a lot like [SEAN TEALE] and live in [SUNCREST]. The song that makes people think of them the most is [UNDER PRESSURE BY QUEEN].

FOLKS!! [clap] it is time for me to round out my promise and present idiot #2. strap in.

meet DANNY.

going to do this in bullet points because his story is a lot less linear than kacey's and also ??? i feel like it ??? ok

people know him as either daniel or danny, both is fine, he'll even respond to dan or "hey you guy" because honestly he Hates Confrontation

oldest child, was always used to bearing the brunt of responsibility. it was kind of like his siblings could do no wrong but any minor mistake he made was scrutinized

his family runs a restaurant and fully expected him to take it over. him and his siblings all worked there since they were teens, and when he saw the opportunity to break out in the form of buying his dream shop (groovy graveyard) he took it, along with his former best friend. they bought it together after the old owner with no next of kin passed on

his dad was very upset by this and no longer speaks to him, his mom tries to still keep in touch quietly without his dad knowing

his siblings, despite danny being the scapegoat, he loves very much and would do anything for them. in my head he's very close with his little sister. he used to be close to his younger brother but they've fallen out of touch a bit. his brother is the one that ended up taking the restaurant over and has taken on the role of "stepping up" so there's probably a bit of tension over that

danny generally assumes people have good intentions. this gets him into hot water more often than not, especially in the case of his business. probably the happiest moment of his life was acquiring his store, but he enlisted the help of his friend in order to do that. his friend, who, embezzled all of the funds for the business and disappeared for a year afterwards. the friend is no longer on the paperwork, but they still haven't paid danny back for the money they stole, either. the store nearly closed over it, and danny hasn't forgotten nor forgiven them for it.

in love he's very loyal, almost to a fault. he had the same girlfriend all through high school until she went away for college and cheated on him. since then his relationships have been a series of falling for someone very quickly, thinking the world of them, and the relationship turning out to not be what he thought. ok listen ill just say it, 500 days of summer-core

he's a huge dork. really into music and writes songs and stuff, so you would think he would be a Cool Guy. and I guess maybe he is and can seem that way, but hiding underneath that vintage leather jacket is like, an entire sleeve of Magic the Gathering cards and ideas for his 79th new D&D homebrew campaign.

also loves video games, board games, and weird shit. i think he had an ex at one point who was super into astrology (insert "someone cooked here" meme) and he actually learned a lot about it, he just likes learning about things in general. very open minded. will gladly talk to you about the denver airport if you ask

CONNECTION IDEAS;

the big one is obviously his ex friend who stole money and nearly ruined his business, i will probably offer that as a wc but in case anyone saw that and it fit into their bio i'm slapping it down here

siblings will also be a wc, but i'm open to other family! cousins, or that thing of like where you grow up around each other so you feel like family? the fake cousins at the neighborhood barbecue

all the exes, but especially his first love that broke his heart

friends!! all the friends. some ideas - regular customers at the groovy graveyard, a long time best friend who has stayed close with him and helped him through the mess with his other former best friend, his D&D group and other friends he games with (please i beg) and anything else you can think of

for rival/antagonistic connections, i'd love people who have been bad influences on his siblings in some way.

oh!! he is a cat dad so any other cat people RISE UP ok but no really maybe they debated the pros and cons of automatic feeders one time at the grocery store

ALSO I FORGOT TO ADD HE NEEDS ROOMMATES !!!!

that's all for now but im always open for plotting out other things!! sorry this is so messy i just really wanted to get this up so i could start writing ok ok

#asburyintro

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chaotic-super · 1 year ago

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The Sweater Curse

Here's a little SuperCat fic as part of the Mods' collection of example fics for the Supergirl May-hem event!

AO3 Link!

Kara closes her eyes, letting the relaxing clicks of her knitting needles lull her into a state of pure relaxation, her muscle memory taking over so she doesn’t have to fight her droopy eyes.

She’s almost halfway through the sweater. A lovely blue that she’s sure Cat will love. She spent hours scouring the internet for a pattern befitting of the Queen of all Media. She spent longer looking for a pattern than she’s going to spend on the damn sweater. After all, she can’t make a sweater for Cat that Cat will call “so last year”. That would be a crime. At least, Cat would declare her a criminal. Though, if it means handcuffs— no.

Letting the rhythm continue until she reaches the end of her row, she looks down at the sweater and sighs before giving up on the slow pace she set. Cat will be home in an hour or so and she doesn’t want to gift her a half-made sweater.

Speeding up and using a moderate amount of her superspeed so she doesn’t accidentally rip her working yarn or the stitches, she speeds her way through it, finishing the front and back in no time and starting on the sleeves right away, already dreading the end where she has to stitch them all together. That’s always her least favourite part. Cat is worth it though.

If there’s one thing Cat loves talking about when they’re having a relaxing day at home, it’s the new pieces she’s managed to snag online or from fashion shows. She’s always hearing the descriptor ‘one-of-a-kind’ thrown around, so Kara figures that if she makes a sweater for Cat, it’ll definitely be a one-of-a-kind piece. She should love it.

Laying out all the pieces in front of her, she looks them over with a careful eye, searching for imperfections so she can fix them before she puts them all together. Upon deciding that it’s good enough for her girlfriend, who hates being called that because it “doesn’t sound like something you should be calling a woman of my age. I’m your partner”, Kara starts the process of finally stitching it together, hating every moment of it but enjoying the feeling of making something for Cat.

Finally, she holds it in her arms, finished and carefully looked over one last time for imperfections. There are none. She’s going to love it. She thinks about wrapping it too. Cat has always loved a gift, but her phone rings, breaking her out of her train of thought.

“Hey, Alex.”

“Hey, will you be free tomorrow for a movie night?”

“Yeah, why? Is something wrong?”

Alex snorts down the line. “Nothing has to be wrong to make me want to spend time with you, you know that.”

“Yeah, but usually you plan a week in advance, not the night before.”

“Ok, I might have eaten all the chips in my apartment and would rather raid yours than go and buy my own.”

Kara flops back on the couch, one way too expensive for flopping onto, and cradles the sweater to her chest. “So the truth comes out, huh? You don’t actually want to see me. You just want to use me for snacks.”

“Hey, I prefer you over the store. Doesn’t that tell you something?”

“Yeah, that you’re an ass.”

Alex cackles down the line, and Kara rolls her eyes, grateful that Alex can’t see her smile. “I’m making you watch a musical with me.”

“Anything but that.”

“Two musicals.”

Alex chuckles. “Whatever you want. Now, what are you doing? I’m bored and Sam doesn’t get home for another two hours. She and Lena are caught up at L-Corp.”

Kara hums. “Yeah, Lena texted me earlier to say that she’s got to cancel brunch on Saturday because of work. It sucks that things are so hectic over there. I’m just waiting for Cat to get home. I made her a sweater because she’s so obsessed with owning one-of-a-kind pieces. I think she’ll like it.”

“You knitted it?”

“Uh-huh. Just like Eliza showed me.”

“Oof.”

Kara frowns, her lips turning down in time with her furrowing brows, crinkle on full display. “What’s wrong?”

“You haven’t heard of the curse?”

That doesn’t help her confusion at all. “What in the actual hell are you talking about? Have you been drinking?”

“No, it’s a real thing a lot of knitters believe in. It’s why Mom never knit anything for Dad other than scarves. Apparently, if you hand-knit a sweater for your partner, it dooms your relationship.”

“Alex!” Kara sits up straight, her eyes wide and her fingers clawing at the material. “Why did you have to tell me that? I can’t give it to her now!”

For a moment, she thinks she can actually hear Alex’s eyes rolling back into her skull. “Don’t be a dummy. It’s just a superstition; she’ll probably love it.”

“Alex.” Kara whines. “I don’t think I can.”

“Don’t be a baby. If your relationship is strong, then a damn sweater won’t get in the way.”

“I hate you for telling me that.”

Alex snorts. “Love you too. I’ll text you tomorrow when I know what time I’ll be coming over.”

“You’re just going to leave me now?”

“Sure am. Later Kid.”

Kara goes to shout at her sister again, but upon looking at the phone, she sees that the call has ended. Alex can be a real ass sometimes.

Standing up, Kara holds the sweater between her hands forlornly. She stomps to the kitchen, her pink, bunny-shaped slippers slapping angrily into the tile. Her foot slams down onto the pedal of the trashcan just as the door opens, revealing Cat wandering in from the hallway outside the penthouse.

“Please tell me we have wine hidden somewhere. We can’t have finished the last one yesterday.”

“No, we have another bottle,” Kara says, quickly hiding the sweater behind her back and taking her foot off the pedal, wincing as the lid slams down with a crash.

Cat eyes her curiously, dropping her purse onto the nearest barstool beside the island before pulling out her phone. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” Kara answers quickly. Too quickly.

Cat stalks over to her, and despite being significantly shorter, Kara backs away from her, ending up in the living room. “What are you hiding?”

“Nothing.” Kara tries to double down.

“What were you doing with the trash?”

“Just…tossing some paper I didn’t need anymore.”

Cat folds her arms over her chest, her lips pressing into a thin line as a single eyebrow raises in challenge. “Do you think I’m a fool?”

“No?”

Cat’s glare intensifies.

“No. Definitely not.” Kara tries to sound more confident.

“What’s behind your back?”

Kara curses inwardly. Of course, it’s easy to see when someone is hiding something behind their back when both hands are holding it there.

“Show me.”

Kara shakes her head.

Cat sighs, unamused. “Kara, I’m not mad. Just show me what it is. If it’s a puppy, I’m going to be madder that you were about to hide it in a trash can than I am about you adopting it.”

Kara perks up at that. “I can get a puppy?”

Cat shakes her head quickly. “That’s not what I said at all.”

“I’m going to go to the shelter tomorrow.”

Running a hand over her brow tiredly, Cat sighs. “Just don’t bring back anything with fleas.”

“Yes!” Kara throws her hands in the air in triumph, noting her mistake immediately as the sweater dangles above her head. “Oh, snap.”

Now, Cat just looks befuddled. “Is that mine or yours?”

“Uh…”

“Why were you throwing it out?”

“Uh…”

“Kara.” Cat deadpans, striding over to her and taking it from her hands. “It looks brand new.”

Kara goes to take it back, but Cat just steps away from her and bats her hands away. “Where’s the tag?”

“There isn’t one.” Kara offers up nervously, her hands falling to her waist, wringing nervously. “I made it.”

“What?” Cat looks a little impressed, warming Kara’s heart, but she can’t let her have it.

“I was just tossing it out.”

Cat holds it to her chest, protecting it. “Why?”

“I was making it for you but I didn’t know about the curse. You can’t have it now.”

Cat’s shoulders sag, and she heads for the kitchen. “I need wine for this, I can already tell. Explain it to me.”

“Alex told me that there’s a curse that means that you can’t knit a sweater for your partner or else your relationship is doomed, so you can’t have it. I didn’t know when I made it.”

Cat throws the sweater over her shoulder. “Well, I’m not throwing it out. That’s a dumb curse and I’d like to see the statistics of relationship breakdown over mittens rather than sweaters.”

Kara looks nervous, sitting down on a stool, her knees bouncing rapidly. “What if it comes true?”

“Then we can tell everyone that our perfectly stable and loving relationship has ended over a sweater, not you adopting a puppy behind my back.”

“It won’t be behind your back now.” Kara points out.

“So we won’t break up. Now be a dear and find me that wine.” Cat pulls her glasses off her face and drops them onto the counter. “I just want to have dinner, a couple of glasses of wine and a bubble bath with my partner before trying on this very comfortable-looking sweater. Can we do that and agree that it’s just a terrible superstition?

Kara doesn’t look convinced. “I don’t know.”

“Kara, we always dump my shopping bags on the counter, and you’re not meant to put new shoes on the counter. Nothing bad has ever happened from that. What makes you think that we’ll be affected by this one?”

Kara’s eyes widen. “That’s a real thing?”

Cat ignores the question. “Kara, darling. You’re an alien. What makes you think Earth superstitions would even have an effect on you anyway.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Kara makes her mind up. “Can you try it on?”

Cat smiles. “You sure?”

Kara nods. “I want to see if I got the size right.”

Slipping off her jacket, Cat pulls the sweater over her head before casually strolling across the room to the nearest mirror.

“I love it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” Cat smiles softly, genuinely surprised that it’s not a lie. “It’s one-of-a-kind and definitely next year’s fashion.”

Kara’s grin is so wide and dopey that Cat can’t help but turn around, grab her by the collar and pull her down into a kiss.

“Thank you.”

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drugstore-love · 5 months ago

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The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

so many people, including those who say they are fans dislike TTPD and refer to it as lazy but I find it to be some of Taylor's best work. I appreciate the metaphors and how vulnerable she is with the narrative. She's not hiding; it's poetry. It's about emotion and the musicality really does come second.

Here's my song by song break down of things that I enjoy (and don't like) about the album for my own future reference so that I do not cave into peer pressure and start to hate the album on principle. Here are my personal interpretations and what the songs mean for me.

In no particular order The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived:

I think people keep calling this album lazy because it's really about the ending of relationships and the changes that you go through personally when a relationship end. They may be different relationships but I think people wanted a narrative change and that's not really what most albums are about?? Like unless they are complete capitalist ploys (which.......I digress) and Taylor now has the fanbase and the freedom to write whatever she wants, so this album, to me, was therapy.

Anyway, this song is when you see a completely different perspective of a person and your relationship once said relationship is over. I hate the production on this song and I'm usually an Aaron girly but the drums and strings feel forced and while I appreciate them for production value within the Eras tour they felt jarring and misplaced during the album listen. I think that they were went to convey emotion and raise the listeners blood pressure so they also felt agitated with the subject but the way they fade out with the song leaves a lot to be desired and kind of feels like the author is fizzling out during what, lyrically, can be argued as the most empowering part of the song. They succeed in capturing the audience's attention after the lullaby nature of the rest of the song but honestly are a distraction from the lyrics. However, I love the piano, especially at the beginning where it's almost a staccato, until the notes are played rhythmically together, it truly feels like poetry set to music. Lyrically, I find this song to be one of the most honest and telling. It feels like a letter one would write to their former partner with no intention of ever actually giving to them.

Was any of it true?

Gazing at me starry-eyed

In your Jehovah's Witness suit

Who the fuck was that guy?

You tried to buy some pills

From a friend of friends of mine

They just ghosted you

Now you know what it feels like

It feels like you were playing me this whole time. All the shit you said, the way you looked at me, fuck even the way you dressed. I thought that I got to see the real you, I trusted you, I believed you and the way you left reinforced what everyone else told me about you that I wrote off as untrue. (Insert vampire by Olivia Rodrigo)

Also appreciate the dig about this person being addicted to drugs because I interpret that line as "Oh you got ignored when it came to something important that you love? Karma, because I loved you and you ignored me"

And I don't even want you back, I just want to know

If rusting my sparkling summer was the goal

And I don't miss what we had, but could someone give

A message to the smallest man who ever lived?

All the effort that was put into wooing the author and winning them over and learning them and "loving" them. It feels like everything was a game, a joke, a plot in a rom-com that the protagonist was too dumb to figure out at the time.

I could never go back to what we were and if I thought you'd listen openly and respond honestly I'd ask questions, but mostly I'd ask why

You hung me on your wall

Stabbed me with your push pins

In public, showed me off

Then sank in stoned oblivion

'Cause once your queen had come

You treat her like an also-ran

You didn't measure up

In any measure of a man

You made me feel like the prize but once you had me you treated me like shit behind closed doors. You made me feel like your insecurities were my fault but it was your choice to stop considering me once you had me. You promised me better than my ex and then didn't fulfill that promise and made it my fault.

And I don't even want you back, I just want to know

If rusting my sparkling summer was the goal

And I don't miss what we had, but could someone give

A message to the smallest man who ever lived?

This bridge is pure poetry.

Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead?

Did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?

What was real? Were you just waiting for me to let my guard down?

Were you writing a book? Were you a sleeper cell spy?

What were your motivations? This is almost begging for clarification

In fifty years, will all this be declassified?

And you'll confess why you did it

And I'll say, "Good riddance"

'Cause it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden

The only rationale I can think of is you got bored and I know I'll be better off without this but even 50 years from now, even when I don't care anymore I'll still read your reasons. Once again reiterating that I only wanted what you promised before we were actually together and once I was yours, it wasn't worth it to you

I would've died for your sins

Instead, I just died inside

I would've done anything for you, and you're the one who stabbed me

And you deserve prison, but you won't get time

You'll slide into inboxes and slip through the bars

The way you made me feel should be illegal but instead you'll continue on as you did before

(really driving in the feeling of inadequacy one can make you feel, especially when you're a person who people idolize and then are disappointed in when they meet the real you. this is exactly what happened here, taking out speculation what's discussed in the song is: before we got together you praised and complimented and lusted after me and once I gave my actual self to you and opened up it wasn't what you wanted and that is detrimental to one's self esteem)

You crashed my party and your rental car

Never having to take accountability for your actions, you ruined good things for both of us

You said normal girls were boring

But you were gone by the morning

You said I was what you wanted, that I was different and as soon as I gave in, you left (giving into the discord:this is exactly how H describes Matty so..)

You kicked out the stage lights

But you're still performing

You ended this, you wrecked us and yet you're still lying you're still placating and manipulating me trying to save your own skin

And in plain sight you hid

But you are what you did

You never disagreed with the rumors but you really had me fooled about who you were. However, at the end of the day actions speak louder and when a person shows you who they are you should believe them. I always should have known who you are

And I'll forget you, but I'll never forgive

The smallest man who ever lived

I'm gonna move on, I'm gonna grow, I'm going to be happy but it's for me and I'll never forget the way you treated me.

#taylor swift #ttpd #the eras tour #the smallest man who ever lived #tsmwel #taylornation #song #future reference

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fromtenthousandfeet · 7 months ago

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I don’t disagree with most of what you said in your last post, and for the most part blame Bang PD and Hybe for everything leading up to where we are now. The only thing I don’t really understand is that it’s been proven that MHJ was trying to make it so that they were more independent from Hybe and thus Hybe would not actually gain from New Jeans success. Ador/MHJ/NJ’s clearly were not on board for bringing in more for Hybe to ease BTS’s burden, so why give them that credit? From what I can tell, if they had it their way BTS would not benefit from them doing well at all. Criticize Hybe as much as you want, and I’ll be there nodding my head, but I can’t get on board with this narrative that excludes Hybe from being a big reason why new jeans is as successful as they are, or that mhj is more than just another self-obsessed millionaire. The disrespect towards BTS that’s been shown through this whole situation by both Hybe and MHJ really shouldn’t be ignored by anyone who has spent any amount of time or brain space supporting them, and I really hope if nothing else the PJMs that have been cheering this on because they rightly hate Hybe remember that Jimin is part of the group that has been disrespected. You don’t need to cape for any of these people, none of them deserve it.

Anon,

Thanks for your message and thanks for being respectful with your criticism of MHJ. As a woman, I've really struggled with the lazy ad-hominem attacks BTS fans have used against MHJ rather than focusing on actual potential wrong doing on her part. Enough with pedo this and shaman that.

Fundamentally, HYBE owns an 80% stake in Ador. Since Ador is not a publicly traded company, there is no mechanism for outside investors to buy stock/invest in the company. There is absolutely no way whatsoever for MHJ to remove Ador from underneath HYBE. And because HYBE owns 80% equity, they receive 80% of Ador's revenue. The only way MHJ/Ador could hurt HYBE would be to intentionally lose money, which they haven't done. What they have done is build a solid product and brand that continues to be noticed and lauded by the media (Forbes, Billboard, etc.), music critics, creatives, and of course, fans. Also, the ROI on NewJeans is really impressive (see my next post).

In terms of wanting to be independent from HYBE, I suspect Bang PD promised Min Hee Jin autonomy at her label. She probably assumed that she could use her creative vision to create her own group and likely didn't expect she would be plagiarized by other labels under the HYBE Labels umbrella. Complaining about your boss sabotaging your success seems pretty legit and normal to me. BTS fans are quick to say she's made these allegations up, but folks, we've already seen this exact playbook after Jimin's success. BigHit "borrowed" Jimin's visual concepts for Jungkook's Seven almost verbatim. But copying his clothes and photography style is nothing compared to the lengths they went to not only reproduce Jimin's #1 on the BB Hot 100, but also to surpass and devalue all of his accomplishments with that crappy song that wasn't even written in house. BigHit/HYBE damaged Jimin's artistry and his brand value. Sorry, but that's unforgiveable in my humble opinion.

I personally don't see how the conflict between MJH and BSH has hurt BTS. If anything, it's galvanized an increasingly fractured fandom around a common enemy. The conflict has benefited RM the most as the fandom sprung into action in order to "protect" BTS from the witch. Simply look at the lackluster response to Hobi's Neuron and Teahyung's Fri(end)s compared to the response to RM's new album and singles. The fandom has obviously been losing momentum the longer the boys are away and now they have a new reason to be reinvigorated.

In the end, I'm happy to agree to disagree. This blog isn't serious. My opinions are my own and of course I could be completely wrong. Also, I'm not ARMY, I'm just a casual fan who is fascinated by both BTS' international success and the devotion of their die-hard fandom. That said, I think Jimin has the potential to be hugely successful as a solo artist and I hope it happens. It's been a strange and sad journey to watch his own company sabotage him in order to protect Bang PD's ego and artificially inflate Scooter Braun's value to the company.

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beautifulpersonpeach · 2 years ago

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Happy Festa BPP! Is this something ppl do? Wish Festa like holiday? Ta! Happy Festa anyway!!

Don't know if you've said this before but how did you become army?

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Hi Anon,

Honestly, no. I don't think wishing people Happy Festa is a thing within ARMY... People reminisce and all that but actually sending wishes, not really. But it's a nice gesture so I appreciate you sharing that festive energy with me.

All the Festas are sweet but something about a 10-year anniversary evokes strong memories. It's been a wild ride.

I've talked about how I became ARMY many times, but I can give an abridged version here.

I watched BTS's debut showcase No More Dream for the first time, some time in August 2013 but I don't remember which day exactly. I had heard about BTS by that point, (a lot of people had, which was unusual for a group from a small company and further shows how strong an impression they made at debut), but I didn't get around to actually watching their stuff till August.

I felt they were strong performers but had no other real opinion about them, and kinda forgot about them for a year, till their Dark & Wild comeback in August 2014.

After that album comeback, I consistently kept up with BTS but didn't really think of myself as a fan. The way I engaged with k-pop was to check out several groups I was interested in, sometimes go to their comeback shows if I was in Korea, attend KCON concerts, read Korean forums, etc. Like a fan of many groups but a stan of none, if that makes sense. So, I sort of watched BTS from the sidelines in 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, and 2018. Throughout this time, I realized I loved every new musical output from them more than the previous one. It was clear they were improving not just their songwriting, production, exploring more genres, etc, but that they had a very distinct voice - a consistent message in their storytelling that seemed to come from their own lived experiences, for all seven members. Executed at the highest level. And that was something I had never, ever seen in k-pop or anywhere else really.

Of course, during this time, their fame, fortune, and success multiplied as well. And the latent animosity I'd observed since debut towards BTS from the wider k-pop fandom, just became more overt the more BTS became successful. That mess with EXO fans and the Blue House was particularly disgusting and soured my opinion on most fans of SM groups and the wider k-pop fandom. But by 2018, when it was clear BTS's rise was definitely stratospheric and already beyond the realm of k-pop, the gloves were off. The hostility became extremely blatant to the point k-pop stans were working with real life neo-nazis to physically assault Japanese ARMYs who were attending a concert, they were spam calling Japanese newspapers and Jewish foundations in America to put out a statement condemning BTS, and asking for the American government to blacklist BTS.

It was bonkers.

Sulli had ended her life just before the hate campaign against BTS hit a fever pitch in Fall 2018. I liked her a lot and her death shifted something in me - it made me re-evaluate my distanced, detached almost apathetic approach to k-pop beyond the music, especially regarding hate campaigns from k-pop stans that used to run completely unchecked and only escalated and became more sophisticated especially when the target was someone who broke against the norm. So, I linked up with some J-ARMY friends and we spent a weekend coordinating with local Japanese police to track down some k-pop stans working with neo nazis to assault BTS and ARMYs, and by the end of November 2018, I was calling myself an ARMY.

Nothing has really changed since then compared to how I was a fan of BTS before. Except that now, I buy their albums more consistently (it was kinda more sporadic / spontaneous before). I've never been a collector so I don't really care about PCs and what not. I educated myself on charts and fandom norms, and started watching more of their non-music content. I was already very familiar with their personalities and interpersonal quirks (jikook has stood out to me since 2015, yoonmin, namgi, namseok, and sope since 2014, and taekook since 2016 or so), but since 2018 I've found myself enjoying more of their auxiliary content though it's still not something I seek out (I still haven't watched SOOP 2 for example, lol).

Most of my friendships with fans of other k-pop groups I've maintained till now, and I still check out almost every new release in the industry when I have the time, and becoming a fan of BTS has been wonderful.

The ARMY community gets a lot of flack, like all big fandoms do, but there's a real community of genuine and smart people here that I appreciate. BTS has never disappointed me - and I had to really think before writing down that sentence. This industry is harsh, cruel. BTS had to navigate channels no k-pop group or Korean artist has had to before, they've single-handedly elevated an entire industry into the social consciousness of the wider world, and are still holding on to their relentless drive and sense of wonder.

These seven men are remarkable. They're some of the hardest workers I've ever seen. Fully dedicated to their craft and their team, artists and performers in every sense of the word. I thoroughly enjoy being a fan of the music they make, and supporting their growth as artists and people.

Happy Festa everyone! I'm treating myself to Taro ice cream topped with pistachio nuts today to celebrate. Maybe we should make this some kind of holiday lol.

#bts #bangtan #bts army #kpop #min yoongi #park jimin #jeon jungkook #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #kim taehyung #jung hoseok

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parabelled · 1 year ago

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OKAY I FINALLY SAW PRISCILLA AND I HAVE THOUGHTS:

100 percent the better of the two Elvis movies- sorry, not sorry.

Sofia Coppola literally said, "Every filmmaker before me has ignored or danced around the fact Priscilla was 14 and Elvis was almost in his mid-twenties when they met? I'm going to constantly remind you of this fact at any chance I get."

Literally she did not let up the entire movie about how much this age difference plays into them and I love that for her.

Some key examples come to mind:

1) HOW HER FUTURE FUCKING HUSBAND LITERALLY ENROLLED HER IN HIGH SCHOOL AND HAD HIS OWN FATHER TAKE OVER CUSTODIANSHIP OF HER

2) How it shows he was infatuated with the essence of virginal innocence and "girlhood," constantly calling her his "little one," and a "baby," but as soon as Priscilla gets pregnant, he thinks they need "some time apart," and does not have sex with Priscilla after she has the baby. This is clearly inferred to mean that he no longer finds her physically attractive after she's birthed his child, and is supposed to represent the fact that creepy old men love when women act like girls, but hate when they do actual WOMENLIKE things, like GIVE BIRTH TO THEIR FUCKING CHILD-

3) His gr**ming of Priscilla and literally waiting until she had graduated high school and she passed eighteen is gross and insidious throughout the entire first half of the film.

Also, she highlighted Elvis's shitty attitude towards women, despite "loving" women. What Elvis loved was when women played into traditional gender roles of what he deemed "Feminine" and did not have an opinion. If a woman stood up to him, or had an opinion, she was deemed "mannish," including Priscilla. This is throughout the ENTIRE film.

Women can only be "career" women or focus on a man. Priscilla is not even allowed to have her own interests and hobbies until 1971 from getting together with him in 1959, for God's sake. And that was when she was pulling away from him.

(Also, my favourite fact is the movie ending with "I Will Always Love You" by Dolly Parton, and Priscilla FINALLY in the driver's seat. This means so much more if you know the history between Elvis and this song.

In the actual 1970s, Elvis constantly said his favourite song was "I Will Always Love You." He actually called up Dolly and tried to buy it from her, because it was his business policy to buy the rights to any song he sang.

Dolly at this point, wasn't DOLLY. She was a semi-famous country supporting star who had just left a country music show, and was starting to write more of her own music. She was in no position to refuse Elvis Presley. But she did. Because she knew owning the rights to her own music made more business sense than momentary satisfaction.

And obviously the rest is history, with it becoming one of the most beloved songs of all time.

But by giving it to Priscilla for her movie, rather than Elvis, it sits Dolly firmly in the camp of supporting Priscilla, supporting women, and is a metaphorical middle finger to Elvis, and I love that for them. <3

In short, fuck Elvis. Love Dolly, Go Priscilla, and thank you Sofia.)

#tw: grooming #spoilers #Priscilla #100 percent my favourite Sofia Coppola film #10/10 #personal

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ettadunham · 1 year ago

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the 00s were a lawless time.

would i recommend dead head fred, a video game that's been aptly described by eurogamer partially as something that was seemingly 'designed by teenagers desperately trying to be edgy' in 2007?

no. of course not.

did i do a full playthrough of it despite all the gross, annoying and janky aspects of it?

......yeah.

please judge me.

okay, so i do want to get out the positives first. this game is clearly going for a wacky, out there premise and tone, and for better or worse, it commits to it. you play as fred, a detective that was murdered by the local mob boss, and now has been resurrected without his original head (hence the whole brain in a jar aesthetic). Part of the game's gimmick is that you can put different heads on fred, and they can do different special actions and are good against specific enemies - including a mannequin head where your special fight action is just finger gunning at people.

sigh, truly my favorite of the heads.

another fun aspect of the game is that there's a surprising amount of side missions and mini games involved. you can play pinball(!), billiard, fish, raise mutant roosters to brutally murder other roosters in a cage match... you know, the usual stuff. the voice acting, music, etc is also solid, and carries the same general wacky tone through.

what else, what else...

no, i think that's it. that's all the positives.

now for the real talk.

when i say that this m rated game really is a 12-year-old boy's idea of peak edginess in 2007, i really do mean it. there's a lot of gross out stuff, you murder most enemies by some brutal special attacks or beheading, and some of your heads are just... well, gross. but also, there's the racism, the form they chose for fred turning small in particular doesn't feel right, doesn't feel organic, and i'm pretty sure that one of the fish specialties you can buy from the asian stereotype seller is just a slur.

and yes, before you ask, there is of course a morgue assistant who's just a necrophile. obviously.

another fun little thing is that when our edgy protagonist's girlfriend gets kidnapped around the climax of the game, his reaction is pretty much just to go 'oh well, i guess kill her then'. but then somehow he still expects her to fall into his arms by the end??? and she pretty much does????

do you see what i mean that this game is a 12-year-old boy's idea of an edgy power fantasy at the time when south park was at its peak?

but hey, at least the gameplay's gotta be fun, right?

nope.

there are a lot of fights, and they're pretty much all bs. there's no health bar for your enemies, and you have a limited amount of tactics you can use, despite the variety you'd expect from the multiple heads. it's tedious and often miserable, for example, it can be almost impossible to kill an enemy if they keep blocking you and won't use their special attack that you'd be able to counterattack.

it's a big part of the game and it is baaaaaad. and it doesn't really changes or gets better.

okay, but this is also an adventure game, right? surely it has puzzles, like...... 3d platforming. oh no.

but sure, i'm a notorious hater of 3d platformers, it might not be that bad... except that this game was made before controllers started to have a second analog stick for camera control, so there's limited options of controlling the view. and even that is noticeably janky and bad to the point that i'm reading it as a complaint on that same wikipedia page from multiple review snippets as well. so yeah, for once, it's not just me it seems. needless to say that i absolutely hated every minute of those sections, and used almost as much profanity as the characters in the game as i was trying to get through them.

did i mention that this game also insults you and calls you an idiot when you die?

fuck off.

fuck right off.

god, i hate this game actually.

#mse's playing dead head fred #mse's playing adventure games #adventure game extravaganza #dead head fred

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justanotherpersonsuniverse · 7 months ago

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CAP CHAPTER 74 ROCKED

AND I WROTE THINGS HERE YA GO

SPOILERS BELOW!!!

Yknow i had to do it to em (play eye of the tiger based off of the chapter title, i think I’ll play gonna fly too, training montage music)

EXCELLENT START.

Love the dialogue already, Rena I love you dearly.

I know you made the massive time skip because of your break from Panthera while writing, But i do actually quite like how it means they’ve been at this for almost a full year by now

Insane for this. “Yes and no, that was Ladybug’s training”

The fuck will she do to them. I am so ready to find out

SHE’S SO INTENSE I LOVE HER LOVE THIS SIDE OF HER

I hope LB doesn’t interfere too much, I want to see how everyone deals with this side of Panthera

It’s hard to be fast at falling- hHA i am actually wheezing, i love this

Help this is awesome

I’m terrible at commenting on action, but this flows really smoothly and I’m loving how Panthera is explaining shit to them while they are flailing

I feel like LB will be pulled in to make a point about team work

How is she wearing a hat with the cat ears

Awww Anarka tips cute

I love this

I enjoy Panthera beating hte three of their asses

I’m really waiting for the moment the tension between LB and Panthera explodes, because the push and pull between them can’t keep up like this! Especially because you have hinted at the Akuma becoming more dangerous

Thats an argument / conversation I can’t wait to read.

Well i can wait, I would rather things are appropriately set up and you were happy with writing them Cap. does that make sense?

Help not Chloe hating Nadia, tbh she gives me bad vibes considering how ready she was to use children to boost her own show rating.

Also, stealing a reporters microphone is such a funny idea.

JULEKA YOU THICK HEADED IDIOT NOTICE WHO RENA IS PELASE I BEG OF THEE

I still find it funny that Juleka is so bothered by not knowing who rena is.

I love the alya appreciation, she’s a really really fun character especially in this, Chloe buying her an expensive camera is so funny though

Help-

“They only ask me why I’m a boy on an all girl’s team and if I’m dating you guys.” Carapace huffed, tugging at his hood. “I’m also bi but I’m thinking of aiming for dating a dude next time I’m looking to date just so I can spite them.”

I’M OBSSESSED WITH NINO HERE HELP

Mainly because i was just thinking that “huh, i forgot that without Adrien as Cn team miraculous really seems like a girls thing

OOOO

“They’re not my rules”

Juleka saying this to them really forces them all to see that the partnership is unbalanced

This is like the different expectations of my divorced parents this sounds stressful to be in a team with

Interesting to see Juleka’s rules though

I like this team conversation, I’m very curious about how much we’ll see with the five of them

The talk about dreams is fun, I am curious about what Chloe will end up wanating to do

The whole “Oh was that an implication thing?” was cute

Juleka thinking the fact that we all end up dying is a reassuring thing is so funny help

leaving the three to a long moment without their two leaders. Or.. was it leader and her second in command.

THAT SHWTA I’M TALKING ABOUT!!!!!!!!!!! POWB YEAH UNBALANCED SYSTEM AND SHE NOTICED WOOO

It is very interesting that they never thought of it like that before though, I’m pretty sure the media had implied that Juleka was second in command, or that might have been Juleka bias working

Cap you have no idea how insane i am for the inevitable LB and Panthera disagreement on how to run things, like I feel like there will have to be a big push because Juleka is unlikely to challenge it without them even though she feels really strongly for it

But Alya’s observation has just made me more interested

I do need it to be known that I’m not trying to vilify Marinette! I love her character in this! She’s so interesting with how she sees things and how dedicated she is, and she is a good hero!

I’m just.. Really interested to see what happens when Panthera and her are actively opposing each other

The fact that Panthera fights like she’s dancing has me feeling wild

And actually helps me visualise how she fights a lot more, not that it was hard before but this makes a lot of details click

YAY THEY BEAT HER!!!

Ooo, Fu talk. And. wait. PROGRESS ON THE PERMANENT HEROS THING WOOHOO

We all know LB has just not asked Fu about it at all

I’ve never really stopped to wonder why

I think I assumed it was because she didn’t want to maybe go against Fu, but I don’t think that really fits…

Huh.

More to think about, though I do apologise if you’ve made that particular motivation clear and I’ve accidentally blanked it!

Oh shit

Never mind

Were talking about the metalica moment that’s crazy insane

Never mind fade to black

God I am so curious about what she’ll be able to do with that when it is more controlled

Hang on wasn’t she not transformed? Oh no, nvm plagg can leave the ring now

the end was so cute- help not Chloe buying expensive shit for people, love that for her

I seem to have said less than usual! i'm a bit frantic rn, so sorry about that! I'm not sure how much either of my asks made sense, they really are just stream of conscious so I do apologise for anything that is confusing!

Im glad you liked the time skip- Ive heard some comments expressing their unhappiness or discomfort with it so,, yeah;;

I can't wait for panthera and ladybug's dynamic in season 3. if you guys love ladynoire toxic yuri oh boy season 3+4 will be the seasons for you guys <3

#sneak a cat

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siren--squid · 8 months ago

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i need to know your south park opinions/hot takes/whatever you want to say about south park

My biggest opinion on South Park is to just let the fandom do whatever they want with the characters honestly, and I don't mean like bad shit or weird shit with the kids. Obviously.

I mean like, normal fan shit.

Like, if someone wants to write a fanfiction where Eric Cartman was an awful and terrible child of literally eight years old but grows up and gets better and actually ends up as a sweet guy then just let them, if people want to ship things like kyman then literally who cares? Especially if they're doing the redemption arc Cartman thing.

If people want to draw anime teenage versions of the boys then who cares, it's actually really funny

Gender and sexuality HCs? Awesome, everyone everywhere does that, yet I've seen people say it's "just cringe" with this fandom? Yeah, this is FANDOM of course it's cringe, "but the show itself would make fun of-" nobody cares! The show makes fun of EVERYTHING dude! Have fun! You think Stan Marsh is a girl? Awesome! Butters as well? Epic!

This is SOUTH PARK. Go crazy.

If you personally disagree with something or dislike it, then just move on. Who cares if people are doing cringey fandom shit with the adult comedy cartoon. Who cares if they're shipping Cartman with people. Seriously it's never that deep

Unless people are doing harmful and dangerous shit, it's fine. Like, it's kinda funny??

Side note, because its funny as fuck:

I've been watching this show since I was the age of the main characters, I've been in the fandom since we were drawing Kenny as a lanky anime boy with purple eyes. I remember being like.. maybe seven at MOST sitting on my dads carpet while he watched this show and i played with littlest pet shops.

I remember those slide show fanart music videos of twink anime boy Kenny to "time of dying" by three days grace. This fuckin show introduced me to three days grace lmfao

I've seen some wild shit around here, the uwu-ification of Kyle for weird Style shipping purposes, etcetera etcetera. But this shit is literally so.. normal, in fandom spaces?? Yeah it's weird or silly or something but, meh.

I cosplayed Wendy to my first day of fifth grade.

I wore a neon pink jacket almost identical to Kennys in middle school. This show is like fucking stuck with me for life lmfao

I made a paper cut out of Kenny and another of Tweek and glued them to popsicle sticks and carried them around everywhere when I was a kid. (My dad hated those things, "perfect show for a kid to be watching" as if he didn't introduce it to me)

Whenever my mom lost me outside she'd do the "Oh my god, they killed Kenny" thing to find me, but I wasn't allowed to swear as a kid so I couldn't finish the line, I'd just run to her.

This show is a special interest for my autistic ass and it really, really shows. I stopped in my tracks in a Walmart to buy hats that reminded me of Craig, when I was supposed to buy new shoes and pants. (I did not, in fact, buy shoes.)

#im gonna get eaten alive probably #asks #ask #south park

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Villain Roommate |Chapter Sixteen|

(Everyone ignore the fact that I used Fuyumi's name in the last chapter, I totally forgot she was a Todoroki. It's been a while since I've watched the anime (as in I haven't watched it since season six came out and I'm still not watching it lol) So yeah...whoopsie)

You had notified your landlord that you were moving, and began packing right away. You practically forced Dabi to help you, since you couldn't move most of the heavier things. By the time everything was moved into the moving truck, the house was completely empty. You almost hated to leave, so you took one last look at the place before heading outside to the truck. "Hop in, we're leaving." You says to Dabi.

"Hold up, who says you're driving?" You gave him a look. "I do." You said with crossed arms. "Got a problem with that?"

"I do actually. You don't have a car, I can't imagine you can drive worth a shit...How does that work anyway? Don't you go places? Like work?" Dabi asks. "Everything is close by, my work, the store, I just walk or take the train. And I can drive just fine! It's just, been a while, that's all."

"Uh-huh. Anyway, get in the car. I'm driving." Dabi said as he got in the driver's seat. You went to protest but gave up, you were too tired from moving shit all day to care much. "Do you even know have to drive?" You asked as you got in the passenger's seat. "I'm a grown ass man, yes I know how to drive." Dabi said as he turned on the vehicle. He backed out of the driveway before driving off. You watched as the house grew ever distant. You sighed and slumped in the seat.

"I thought you'd be more happy. You don't have to pay that outrageous rent anymore." Said Dabi, his eyes focused on the road. "I am happy. But, I've been there for a while you know? It's like, kinda weird to just up and leave it you know?" You said while fiddling with your fingers. "I don't, I never like to stay in one place for too long."

You narrow your eyes. "Then why have you been staying with me for so long?"

"Because you're useful to me. Well, your quirk does. I'll tolerate staying somewhere when it's beneficial for me."

You huffed and looked out the window. "Whatever." There was then silence between the two. Dabi turned on some music to fill the awkwardness but it still lingered. After a while, you spoke up. "You don't have to sleep on the couch anymore."

"Oh? Offering me a place in your bed? How bold of you."

If you could punch him you would, but that would put you in danger too since Dabi was the one driving. "No, idiot. You'll have your own room to sleep in." Dabi glanced at you for a moment before looking back on the road. "What's the catch?" He asked. "No catch. You're just lucky, the house came with two rooms. I could be cruel and make it into an office."

"Buuut?" Dabi pressed. "But you're also lucky that I'm not cruel." You says, making Dabi chuckle. "Sure."

You and Dabi moved everything into the house by the end of the day, and they were both exhausted. You, not feeling like cooking, ordered some takeout before crashing on the couch. "What a day." You exhale. "Why are you so tired? You had me doing most of the heavy lifting." Dabi sat next to you. It was true, you had made him move a handful of heavy things. It's not like you could have afforded to pay someone move it for you. So, Dabi was your next best thing.

"I had you put your muscles to good use." You shrug. "And I helped out some, I helped you move the couch and my bed. Speaking of, you'll need a bed won't you?"

"No, I like sleeping on the floor." Dabi said sarcastically. "Alright, saves me the trouble in taking more money out from my bank account." You stood and walked away from the couch and into the kitchen. There were still a few cookware you hadn't put away yet. "Sleep on the floor then."

"I can get my own bed. Worry about yourself." Dabi kicks his feet up onto the coffee table. "Right, because a villain can just walk into any mattress store and buy a bed." You crosses your arms, Dabi shoots you a look. "I have my own bed."

"What?" Your arms drop to your side. "So, you've had a place to stay this whole time!?"

"I never said I didn't." Dabi smirked. "Your old place was just a lot more...cleaner." If there was ever a time you wanted to strangle him more, it would be now. "So all the times you needed to lay low...you had your own place to do so?" Dabi nods. "Yep."

You wanted to slam your head into a wall. God you fucking hated him.

"Then why, may I ask, have you been mooching off me this whole goddamn time!?" Dabi lazily turns his head to look at you. "Because like I said, your place is a lot better than mine." He answers simply. "You are fucking unbelievable, you know that? This whole time I thought you were homeless or something. But you had a place you could have been staying at." Dabi lets out an annoyed sigh before standing and walking over to you.

"I thought I made it very clear that I had been using you this whole time." You glare at him. "No shit. You threatened to kill me if I don't do what you say."

"Hey, I've toned down the threatening." Dabi defends. "Besides, you held my life in your hands that one night. You could have just let me die right then and there, but you didn't. You could have freed yourself, could have blamed my death on self defense if someone found out. Yet, you gave in and healed me. Why's that?" A sick grin found it's way onto Dabi's face. "Don't tell me, you actually like me. You wanna keep me alive for something don't you?"

You frown. "I already told you why. You've forced me to care about you."

"Yeah fucking right." Dabi's smirk dropped into a deep frown. He was mainly just wanting to find out himself. No one could be that kind and caring, not even you. So he pressed further, not giving you the chance to defend yourself. "Are you lonely perhaps? I've noticed you don't have many friends, if any. We're you keeping me alive to fill that void? How pathetic."

You couldn't believe what this arrogant bitch was saying to you right now. "I may not have friends, not like that's any of your business, but I would sooner take a hot cast iron skillet to the face repeatedly, than ever befriend someone like you!" You pushed past him, but he grabbed your arm and pulled you back. "Then what?" He demanded. "Why did you keep me alive that night? More than that, why waste your time saving someone like me in the first place!?"

"Because I can't let my mother's words mean nothing!" You jerk your arm away. "From day one, my mother had shown nothing but kindness to the people around her. And yet, she was taken advantage of by everyone, even by my own father! She was quirkless for fucks sake, she had nothing but her kindness!" You continue.

"She was treated as less than by everyone, yet she still had the strength to smile and care. And there was a time when I thought she was better than any hero out there, she was my hero, and she was taken away by people like you!" Your voice cracked, not even noticing that you were crying until now. "But if she were still alive, she would have forgave them, because that's just how she is. And if I can't be half the person she was, then what's the point?"

"I have a useful quirk, a quirk that can save lives, but I'm no hero. I never wanted to be a hero. But I can still share this quirk with the people around me." That's what your mother had said while she was still alive. She was fine with you not wanting to be a hero, unlike your father, but she did want you to try and put your quirk to good use. To use for the betterment of the world around you. One could say it was a lot a pressure for a child, you wouldn't disagree. But what else could you do?

However, you were no hero, you've failed to become a doctor, and now you've gotten yourself involved with a villain. You felt that you were only letting your mother down day by day. You weren't bettering anyone's lives, or the world at that.

"I want to continue where she left off. I saved you, because I cared about you, about what might happened to you if I didn't act. I would have done the same for anyone else."

Dabi clenched his fists tightly. There was just no way someone could care about him, not you or anyone. It can't be this simple. "Yeah? And what if you knew it were me? A villain? Would your "kindness" shone through then?" He asked, a venom lacing his tone.

"I would have."

"You're lying!" He snapped. "You hate me! I bet it would have brought you joy to watch me die right then and there!" You shook your head. "It wouldn't have. In fact, I'd never stop thinking about it."

"I'm a villain you idiot!" Dabi exclaims. "I don't deserve kindness! I'm a killer, you think a killer deserves an ounce of pity? No, how about this? What if the villains responsible for killing your mother were here right now? What would you do then?"

You took a moment to think about your answer, but the only thing you could say was-

"I don't know. I doubt I'll ever cross paths with them again, and I've never thought about what I would do before. But, my anger doesn't come from hating villains. In fact, I could never say I hate villains. I don't favor them, don't get me wrong. But I have a feeling, the most of them, turned out the way the did for some reason." Y/n sighed deeply. "The heroes aren't necessarily the good guys either. I know a lot of them are just in it for the money and the fame."

Dabi didn't expect to hear that, he let her go on. "I know it because my father works with them. But I can't speak for every hero, so there's that. I don't know a thing about you, but I do know this, whatever you went through, why you turned out like this, I'm sorry that it happened." With that, you turned and walked away.

Dabi made his way to the front door and walked out of the house, slamming the door behind him

He needed to blow off some steam.

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#dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

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