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realcube · 4 years ago

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jealous haikyuu!! boys

summary: the haikyuu!! boys getting jealous over you talking to a boy but as it turns out, that boy is in fact your relative

characters: third year gym squad (lev, hinata, bokuto, kuroo, tsukishima & akaashi)

thank you to anon for this sweet request! 💖

(y/n) = your name

(b/n) = brother’s name

tw// sexual references, swearing

Lev Haiba

he was already in a sour mood from practise bc kenma, kuroo & yaku had all ganged up on him so he was getting beat left, right & centre

so he was feeling extra confrontational when he laid eyes on you laughing and chatting with some other guy, in the spot where you usually stand and wait for him after practise

he was so mad >:(

like he just had a shitty day at school and now some punk was trying to flirt with you- and you didn’t seem to be uncomfortable either

DOES HIS SUFFERING KNOW NO END?! 😩😭

grrr like he had spent 90% of the day looking forward to seeing you and now you were talking to some other guy like he didn’t even exist :(

a part of him knew that he was being overdramatic but the other part of him was like ‘all feelings are valid, lev. 💕💖💗’

like he literally worked so hard to be the best boyfriend possible and this guy thought he could just swoop in and steal your heart??? without even letting you braid his hair yet???

yeah, lev had spent too much money on cat keychains to lose you this far into the game

also he loves you pls don’t leave him rn (y/n) 😭

so he marched up to you with a frown, grabbing your hand and placing a kiss on the back just like he usually does as a greeting, ‘hi, babe.’ he murmured.

your attention immediately shifted onto your boyfriend and you automatically pouted upon seeing his glum expression, ‘hiya. are you okay, hun? rough day at scho--’

he held your hand by his lips and muttered from behind your knuckles, ‘who’s this?’ he inquired, vaguely gesturing to your brother

‘oh, lev! this is my brother! i don’t think y’all have met yet.’

lev blinked rapidly at what you just said, ‘brother? like- male sibling.’

you nodded while simultaneously quirking an eyebrow at his need for clarification at the simplest piece of information, ‘yes. my male sibling.’

lev let out a heavy sigh of relief as his lips curled into a smile, softening his grip on your hand, allowing you to pull it away, ‘ah, okay.’

then he turned to your brother and stuck out his hand, ‘nice to mee-- you don’t look anything like (y/n).’ he chirped, all trances of sadness leaving his face - it was kinda creepy how quickly he was able to do that

model tingz

your brother shrugged, ‘yeah.’ he hastily took lev’s hand, giving it a firm shake before turning on his heels, ‘i should really get going now, bye!’ he called out before rushing off, quite intimidated by the fact you had a skyscraper for a boyfriend

lev turned to you, a warm smile now gracing his features

‘uh, where did all your gloom go? you looked miserable just a few seconds ago!’ you inquired, playfully poking his cheek

lev shrugged, poking your forehead in retaliation, ‘i don’t know. i’m here with you now so i guess i don’t have a reason to be sad.’ he said nonchalantly, forgetting the fact he had gotten the results for his midterms today and he had failed maths horribly

but who need maths when you’re a model yk?

Shōyō Hinata

bruh- hinata didn’t even notice you were talking to someone UIEFGBVFE

once practise was over he literally just ran up and threw himself at you

he has selective vision, he only sees the things he wants to see and rn, all he wants to see you under the moonlight 🥺

so he wraps you in a hug and peppers your face in kisses just like he usually does when he greets you after practise

then he noticed that there was some guy standing next to you, aggressively tapping your shoulder to request your attention even though hinata was clearly trying to tell you about his day at practise

he unintentionally scowled at the boy before cocking his head to the side and asking, ‘who are you?’

although this tone of voice didn’t seem too nasty; given the context - accompanied by the sour look on his face - the question seemed to have threatening undertones

you’re brother blinked rapidly before uttering, ‘i’m (b/n).’

he continued to stare daggers at the guy, ‘what do you want from (y/n)?’

‘the maths homework answers.’ your brother chuckled, continuing to playfully poke your shoulder until hinata swatted his hand away

‘she doesn’t owe you an--’

you were extremely confused as to why hinata took up such a serious demeanour but then you realised that he had never met your brother before, so hinata probably thought there was just some creepy harassing you for the homework answers

although you were charmed by your boyfriend’s attempts to be ‘scary’ for you, you still felt the need to intervene

‘oh, shōyō. that’s my brother, by the way.’ you hummed, awkwardly rubbing the back of your neck

both your brother and your boyfriend slowly turned their heads to look at you, sharing the same dumbfounded look

‘your brother?!’ hinata exclaimed while your brother now looked rather offended, ‘you didn’t tell your boyfriend about me- rude!’

to be fair, your one year anniversary with shōyō was approaching so you feel foolish about not telling him about your brother sooner- it’s just that it never really crossed your mind

‘i’m fucking leaving.’ (b/n) spat, turning on his heels; trying to make it seem like he was storming out because he was upset that you hadn’t mentioned him to your boyfriend but in reality, he was just getting tired of prying at you for the homework answers

‘i’m fucking leaving too!’ hinata hissed, imitating your brother’s actions until he got the gate of the school, then he turned back around and shuffled back over to you

he pulled you into a hug, resting his chin on your shoulder and squeezing your waist tight as he whispered into your ear, ‘do you have any other secret siblings that you want to tell me about?’

you giggled, pressing a gentle kiss onto his collarbone ‘i don’t think so.’

Kōtarō Bokuto

mans thought you were leaving him 🥺

like why would you talk to another guy when you had a cool ace bf already? (˘･_･˘)

in bokuto’s mind, that could only mean one thing;

YOU WERE GOING TO LEAVE HIM FOR AN EVEN COOLER ACE BOYFRIEND!! ヽ(*。>Д<)o゜

and the fact your brother was wearing a jersey didn’t help either

like, he doesn’t often get jealous when you talk to other guys but this one was wearing a JERSEY FFS!!! that meant he must be cool >:(((

also, you were laughing!

yeah, you sometimes laugh when you talk to akaashi or boys in your class but this time it was different

the guy looked familiar but bokuto couldn’t put a finger on who he was - but he knew that the guy wasn’t from Fukurōdani as the colors of his jersey were a fruity teal and white - and this made him feel even more uneasy

bokuto knew what he had to do

he had to win you back by being thE COOLEST ACE BOYFRIEND!!

he ran a hand through his hair to it was extra spiky before swaggering up to you; chin up, back straight and chest puffed out

‘sup, doll.’ he said with a wink, forcing his voice to deepen

you sighed, upon hearing this unusual nickname, it didn’t take you long to figure out what was going on

bokuto didn’t even let you reply as he dropped to one knee and gently took you hand - making both you and your brother’s breath hitch in unison, thinking that you were about to witness a proposal and knowing bokuto, that didn’t seem completely impossible

however, instead of pulling out a ring; he pressed a tender kiss against you knuckles before pulling the pair of earbuds you had left at his house yesterday, out of his pocket and lowering his head as he held them out for you

‘i humbly offer these to thee.’

‘how did you go from a pimp to prince in 3 seconds?’ you inquired, snatching your earbuds from him while shooting him a disapproving look

(b/n) couldn’t help but snicker at your boyfriends little performance, ‘i see he’s not changed a bit.’

bokuto hummed, looking over to meet eyes with your brother

(b/n) smiled shot him a warm smile, ‘hi, bokut--’

‘do i know you?’

you instinctively gasped while your brother just laughed, ‘i’m (b/n); (y/n)’s brother. we met once after one of your games, remember?’

bokuto did not remember - at all - but he trusted that it did happen as that’d explain why he seemed so familiar

to avoid appearing any more ignorant, bokuto just nodded in agreement, ‘oh, yeah! it’s all coming back to me now.’ he chuckled awkwardly while getting up from his knee, ‘you just look so different with your jersey on, man.’

you rolled your eyes at how poor bokuto’s lying skills were but perhaps you should be more disappointed in your brother as he actually fell for it

‘oh, for real?’ (b/n) asked, looking down at his chest while wondering if jersey really did the trick

needless to say, bokuto never forgot your brother’s face ever again lmao

Tetsurō Kuroo

upon exiting the building (after practise) and seeing you conversing with some guy by the school gates, he wasted no time in ripping his shirt off and parading over to you

he mentally reassured himself that he had no need to be jealous bc there was no way you’d leave his fine-ass for some average guy that made you laugh by the school gate-- WAIT YOU WERE LAUGHING!?!? ◉_◉

i mean, kuroo had made you laugh before- but you were just being so nice to this guy who he’d never seen around the school before which stressed him

plus, the guy looked like he was in college so kuroo was extremely worried that you might leave him for an older guy bc he had heard from yaku that some ppl like older men 😭😭

he could not let this happen ✋

his shirt now served as a scarf hanging around his neck as he strutted up to you, placing his hand on your shoulder to grab your attention

he wasn’t sure whether to go for the intimidation tactic or perhaps redirect your attention off of the guy and back onto your dearest boyfriend; so he went with both

‘(y/n)?’ he spoke, lowering his voice so it was more raspy - like his morning voice which he knew you were obsessed with

although kuroo is not ‘chemistry nerd’ smart, he definitely knows how to play his cards right IEFBERGLIEABVR

you hummed in response, swiftly turning to look at him before letting out a cackle upon seeing your half-naked boyfriend standing behind you

‘hey! don’t laugh at me!’ kuroo whined, his mask of confidence quickly shattering

‘put your shirt back on, tetsurō!’ you panted through guffaws, clutching your chest to prevent your heart from beating out of your chest

honestly, it was quite hot but ofc you’d never admit that so you just had to hide your desire behind laughs

while you were laughing, kuroo turned to look at your brother, trying to form a glare but it looked more like a squint tbh

‘and you are?’

(b/n) wore a stunned look at how quickly your boyfriend’s attitude changed, temporarily unable to think up a reaction but then blurted out, ‘(b/n). you?’

(b/n) cocked his head to the side while backing up slightly, ready to make a run for it as soon as kuroo replied

kuroo didn’t intimidate (b/n), per se, it’s just that (b/n) wanted to get as far away from this interaction as possible as it generally made him feel uneasy

‘i’m (y/n)’s boyfriend.’ he said lowly with a menacing smile

‘cool.’ (b/n) voice cracked as he adjusted the strap of his bag before launching off into the horizon on his heels

a smug expression was plastered on his face as he gazed proudly at his work - he had managed to scare off an upperclassman with sheer manliness

by now, your laughing fit had died down and your lips formed a frown as you watched your brother bolt over to his car, hop in and drive away - presumably, back to your home

‘hey.’ you moaned, watching until his car turned a corner and left your vision, ‘he was my ride home!’

kuroo’s soul almost left his body upon hearing you say that, ‘you shouldn’t be getting in cars with crusty, older men anyway!’

you rolled your eyes, ‘he’s my brother, dumbass!’

IEHFBEVJEAU kuroo shut tf up immediately 😶

‘oops- my bad.’ he snickered before jogging out the school gates, ‘have fun walking, babe!’ he threw up a piece sign before disappearing round a corner in a similar way that your brother did

Kei Tsukishima

tsukishima had just finished practise, he walked out the gym to notice that you were talking to some guy next to the vending machine

he literally almost had a heart-attack bc he thought it was kageyama

but no

IT WAS WORSE

tsukishima never really got jealous when you talked to other guys bc he knew they really had nothing in comparison to him lol

i mean, tsukishima knew he was a catch: he’s lanky, bitchy, tall, rude, emotionally-distant, tall, untrusting, tall, insecure, surly, a horrible cook- did i mention he’s tall?

ok so maybe he wasn’t as much of a catch as he originally thought but the fact he is tall is really the thing that’s holding together his façade of arrogance

so imagine his shock when he sees you happily chatting away to a guy that’s 6″4 !!!!!!

for clarification, tsukishima is 6″2

tsukishima passed away on the spot 💀⚰

he had already logged onto Instagram and removed the ‘Taken 🔒’ out of his bio

there’s no way he’s gonna be able to win you back now ✌😔

he’s had his time has your tall bf- it’s time to resign

BUT HE WASN’T GONNA GIVE UP THAT EASILY

not before he indulged in some bitchery ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

he practised the scene 10 times in his head before executing it, starting by striding up to you and slipping an arm round your waist, pulling you against his chest

his eyes held a penetrating stare on your brother from above the edge of his glasses, he snickered mockingly as his index finger pushed the frames further up the bridge of his nose

honestly, tsukki tried his best to hide it but he was genuinely quite nervous not only bc he actually had to look up slightly to hold eye contact with the guy - which is something he’s obviously not used to - but also due to the fact he simply could not come up with a good insult for this guy; even though he was usually quite good at spotting people’s insecurities ‘:(

hence, all he could to was produce a deriding chuckle which was aimed towards the guy in hopes that it was make him feel half as insecure as tsukishima was feeling rn

‘what’s so funny?’ you asked, clueless to your boyfriend having an internal breakout while standing right beside you

tsukishima rolled his eyes, realising that the guy seemed unfazed by his dirty looks so it seemed as thought tsukki would have to crack up the pettiness

‘who’s this chump, (y/n)?’ tsukishima leaned in to semi-whisper in your ear, but loud enough so your brother could still hear

‘tsukki!’ you gasped at your boyfriend’s choice of words before scolding him further, ‘that’s my brother- he’s a 3rd year!’

tsukishima paled

he bowed to the point where he was basically a right angle ‘m-, uh, my apologies, sir. i ha-, um, i had no idea you were related to (y/n).’

he was sO EMBARASSED AAAAAAAAAAA

your brother reassured him it was fine but tsukki was apologising for another 5 minutes after that

he promised himself never to get jealous again after that (ಥ _ ಥ) it only leads to trouble

no matter how tall the guy is either-

he swore that if he ever saw a 9″ guy talking to you and it upset him, he’d just close his eyes 😑

he probably should’ve promised to stop running his mouth too bc that’d probably result in a lot less trouble but- baby steps, y’all LMAO

Keiji Akaashi

i can’t really imagine akaashi as the type to get jealous tbh

and if he does, he deals with it pretty well

like if sees you talking with a guy in a way that bothers him, he’s definitely not confrontational enough to deal with it right there so he’d wait until y’all are alone at home or sumn

but you had been acting especially distant lately

so when he spots you hanging with some random guy next to the water fountain, he kinda snaps

he stalked up to you so he could take your hand in his own, asking if he could borrow just a moment of you time so he could talk to you

you accept, of course, wondering what this could possibly be about

he explains how he’s been feeling and you feel quite bad tbh

you weren’t aware that you were detaching yourself from him but you had to blame your schoolwork tbh

once you expressed how schoolwork along with the stress of your job had really been getting you down lately so you asked you brother for assistance, he immediately pulled you into a hug

the last thing he wanted was or it to seem like he was desperate for your attention bc although it was nice, he respected how you had to prioritize other things/people

in fact, he only brought this issue up bc it was beginning to eat him from the inside out - his insecurities telling him that you had lost interest in him and like anyone else, he desired a bit of comfort

you reassured him that you hadn’t ‘lost interest’ in him and you separation as well as you current closeness with you brother was all to do with your workload and hopefully, sometime in the near future, you’ll be able to sit down, relax and just watch a movie with akaashi

that was all fair and lovely but there was still one thing that continued to bother him

‘who’s that guy you were talking to?’ he inquired, gesturing to your brother who was awkwardly standing alone by the fountain

‘my brother.’

‘oh-’

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cathwritestragediesnotsins · 4 years ago

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Dating Class 1-A best bois + Shinsou

(bc our sleepy lavender-haired boy will always be in 1-A in our hearts💖)

Includes: Bakugou, Todoroki, Shinsou, Kirishima, Kaminari and Sero

Gender neutral I think?? I didn’t proof read and i have a tendency to write for myself so...

Bakugou:

💥Bickering. Constantly.

💥Friends w/ his Mom

💥He cooks for you bc otherwise you would survive off of minute ramen let’s be real

💥Vv possessive and protective of you (not bc he doesn’t trust you or know you can take care of yourself tho, like, trust me, Bakubabe ain’t gon date no wuss)

💥He calls you ”My extra” (not my idea, I read this in a fanfic somewhere and latched onto the name bc fUCKTHAT’SCUTE)

💥Makes you actually study (or dies trying)

💥Tries his best to be the #1 bf because he has to win at everything he really is whipped for you

💥He tries to pretend he doesn’t care but it shows

💥Does sweet stuff for you vv aggressively

- “Oi, L/N, take this...I got it at the store but I don’t want it.” “Bakugou, this is my favorite drink.” “Yeah so what?” “You got this for me didn’t you?” “I DID NOT!!!” “Mhmmm sure.” “I DIDN’T!! FUCK YOU YOU EXTRA, JUST BECAUSE WE’RE DATING DOESN’T MEAN I LIKE YOU OR ANYTHING SO DON’T GO GETTING ANY IDEAS!!!”

💥”I love you Katsuki” *glares and looks away, blushing* “Yeah whatever, I love you too I guess.”

💥Truly a Tsundere

Todoroki:

❄🔥This boy feels so lucky to have you as his S/O lemme tell you

❄🔥He spoils the heck out of you, like trust me, Daddy’s money ain’t goin’ to waste 🤑🤑🤑

❄🔥And he memorizes all your fav snacks, songs, tv shows, movies, activities, etc.

❄🔥Socially tho he is oblivious AF but he tries his best pls help him.

❄🔥You cuddle with different sides of him depending on your temperature. - Like, Cold? Boom! Left-side Shoto. Hot? Boom! Right-side Shoto.

❄🔥Doesn’t initiate physical affection but craves it constantly (love him pls he’s touch-starved)

❄🔥You trash Endeavor all the time and it warms his heart that you care enough about him to be so angry on his behalf

❄🔥Don’t get me wrong tho we will support him fully if he wants to repair their relationship

❄🔥100% takes you to meet his Mom...you two are the most important ppl in his life ofc he’s gonna want you to meet

❄🔥HE JUST LOVES AND CHERISHES YOU SO MUCH I’M-😖

Shinsou:

🎮Roasting each other 25/8

🎮Napping together

🎮”’Toshi! Cat!” “Where?!” “There! C’mon!”

🎮Uses his quirk on you but never in a disrespectful way - “Pay attention to me!” “I can’t rn Hitoshi!” “Why?” “Because I have to study!” “Y/N you’ve BEEN studying, take a break!” *uses quirk to make you come cuddle him*

🎮Gaming together

🎮Y’all hardly ever go on ‘dates’ you just hang out all the time bc ur besties UwU

🎮Movie nights where you ironically watch movies like ‘Twilight’ and make SO MUCH COMMENTARY

🎮Honestly like 90% of your interactions give off vibes that you two hate each other so when ppl find out you’re dating they’re hella confused

🎮”I hate you.” “Then stop hugging me.” “No” “Bitch.” “Asshole.”

🎮Best friends who kiss n’ stuff

Kaminari:

⚡Charges things for you (charger!Denki owns my entire heart I’m-😍)

⚡Pick up lines

⚡Couple tik toks

⚡Meme/Vine references

⚡Crackhead energy for dAYZ

⚡Karaoke dates

⚡Pokeman jokes

- Like, if you lose him in a store you have your own version of marco polo where you say “Gotta catch ‘em all” and he’ll respond with pikachu noises

⚡He is your hype man 100% like, he just wants you to know how amazing you are so he will tell you as often as he can

⚡Physical affection too

- he kinda clingy but you don’t mind at all

⚡He’ll accidentally zap you sometimes. Like when he gets overly excited but let’s be real when is he not or in his sleep

-(but he’ll do it on purpose sometimes too if you know what I mean 👀🥵😏)

⚡If you give him something he’ll treasure it FOREVER no matter how small or random

⚡Just- sweet boy isn’t afraid to look like a fool in love for you and we stan ✋😭

Sero:

📼Most lowkey and supportive bf you will eVER meet

📼He’s so considerate and supportive ugh I’m weak

📼And I feel like this boi got style ok

- Like imagine him in some ripped jeans and a baggy white shirt with a jean jacket and some nikes 👀🔥✨

📼I will bet you $50 that our flex tape mans can do your hair and it look better than if you did it

📼You call him ‘Serotonin’

📼He rolls his eyes but lowkey loves it and thinks it’s the cutest fucking thing bc iT IS

📼Standing behind you and resting his chin on your head/shoulder

📼You play with his tape sometimes when ur feeling bored or fidgety

📼Candid photos of you are his fav

📼He loves to watch you in general and he’ll smile to himself

📼And he lovingly teases you just to see you get all pouty or mad bc u entertain him to no end

📼Overall he’s just a total package

Kirishima:

👊SO RESPECTFUL

👊Never pressures you to do anything or makes you even slightly uncomfortable

👊Calls you beautiful or gorgeous instead of hot

👊WOMEN’S RIGHTS ADVOCATE AND YOU CAN FIGHT ME ON THAT

👊The cute thing is that his personality is ADORABLE with yours no matter what your personality type is

- Like, Antisocial? Anger issues? Pessimist? Boy have I got a mans for you

- Extrovert? Super sweet? Optimistic? Boy have I STILL got a mans for you

👊Helping him dye his hair

👊Your friends and family all ADORE him

👊If you have siblings they’re all “When are you bringing Kirishima to visit?” “Did you invite Kirishima?” “Tell Kirishima I said hi!”

👊He’s their fav sibling now.

👊You’re just gonna hafta deal with the fact that you’ll always be 2nd place (except to Kiri)

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disney-rapunzel-merida-vanellope · 4 years ago

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@grunnies watched it sooner than i expected 😂

- watched cinderella 2015 today so my sister decided we should watch cinderella 3, she loves this one a lot.

- I feel extra bad for cinderella in this movie cause when she finally got her happy ending, it goes back in time, when she finally reaches the prince he doesn’t remember her, when he almost remembers SHE IS ALMOST DEPORTED, WHEN SHE IS GETTING READY TO MARRY SHE GETS STUCK IN A PUMPKIN LIKE OMG LET HER BREATH

- love cinderella and the prince cute interactions so much

- I don’t have a favorite step sister in the og movie, but I really love Anastasia in the sequels. Glad disney made her sympathetic

- the evil step mother is even worse here. Everytime she’s on screen I have chills. She really wants revenge and goes too far imo 😭😭😭 SHES TOO OP REVERSING TIME???? WOMAN CHILL. She could have made herself queen right there with the wand but noooooo she WANTED cinderella to know they knew she was the girl from the ball while seeing other girl take her place. She had to made a point of destroying cinderella deeper than ever. Pure evil

- the animation is so good and clean for a straight to dvd disney sequel. Cinderella looks extra pretty here I think

- the songs are really good ngl. I love the cinderella song so much 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I sing that "I want much more than dream" (that’s how it goes in the pt dub idk the eng lyrics😶)

- SHE GETS INTO THE CASTLE WITH A SMILE 😭😭😭😭 PURE & CLEVER CHILD. The men smiling too kkkkkkkk

- idk the name of this blue dressed lady but I was so happy when I saw she was in the movie cause I recognized her from cinderella 2 😭. It then she was a big pain in the ass…. Don’t remember how she was in the other movie but I suspect bossy there too

- cinderella is so clever. She would have done this whole mission so fast if the others didn’t have the wand

- the prince is so lovable and unintentionally funny I love him 😭😭😭😭😭

- NOT HIM SAYING THE ONLY CLUE HE HAS IS THE SHOE SIZE. BOY YOU STARED AT HER THE WHOLE BALL. YOU MUST HAVE PICKED ON OTHER FEATURES 😭

- HIS FACE WHEN HE ENTERS THE ROOM. HIS NOSTRILS. "AM I IN THE RIGHT ROOM?"

- he did know it wasn’t Anastasia so I guess he did pick on other features

- he tried so hard to make them leave in the most polite way. He’s precious

- I was never a fan of how Cinderella’s hair looks let down but I do like seeing it with the white cloth headband thing

- THE WAY SHE SMILES AT HIM AND HES LIKE 😃 "you need help hun?”

- "maybe it was another prince" 😒

- the way he knows her from the feel of her hands sounds really stupid tho. Maybe her hands are so damaged from the years she spent working that her hands really are like any other 🙂 but like, she was wearing gloves at the ball SO HOW DO YOU KNOW HOW HER HANDS FEEL LIKE 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨😳

- jaq and Gus are such good friends. They really saved the day. Encouraging her to go after the prince, spying for her, singing the events to the prince…. True friends

- I wanna eat every cake in that room. But like omg they cooked all that in 1 day or something? Rich people things

- the way the prince is describing Anastasia to the king…. He’s such a gentleman…. He really would have described her like that even without the spell i believe. He’s just that nice

- my sister really doesn’t give 2 shits about the 1st cinderella movie, but she loves this one so much. And the prince even ranks in her faves along with Shang and Flynn

- Anastasia dancing is EXACTLY like me in the obligatory dance classes we had at school during PE 😬 having bad memories rn

- it actually hurts how she believes he’s in love with her despite the magic….. girl deserved better

- love the shell and the story

- cinderella is such a boss in this movie. Got into the castle like it’s hard and now is undercover in the lion’s mouth

- she’s so sassy with the step mother oh I love it "we’ve won" " I don’t think so" TELL HER

- Lúcifer on screen is always a bad time I really hate that cat

- sliding on the stairs’ rail cause she tends to lose her shoes on the stairs

- SHE GETS THE WAND BUT IS STILL STOPPED OH I HATE THIS SO MUCH SHE WAS ALMOST THERE

- their bodies on the mirror I can’t cope

- this whole talking to the rats scene is so hilarious 😂😭 love how he just goes along with the craziness. He’s trying, so patinete and willing to listen. A KEEPER

- the song IS A BOP

- my sister hates how she loves the movie so much and has watched it many times but I’m the only of the 2 who knows the lyrics of the songs kkkkkk 😂

- HIM CALLING HER CINDERELLI TOO 😭😭😭😭 that’s precious

- POOR FUCKING KING HIS SON IS TALKING TO RATS AND JUMPING THROUGH WINDOWS. THE PRINCE IS A KEEPER BUT HES CRAZY

- I’m so glad the whole internet knows about the jumping from window thing. This was meant to be memed

- girl lived as a slave all her life and was really gonna be sent away to god knows where, without even her rat friends while her abusers lived her destiny…. Cruel… I hate this movie

- the horse riding scene reminds me so much of eugene going to save Rapunzel at the end. I do love me some badass in love disney princes 🥰😍

- HOW IS HE SO GOOFY AND HEROIC AT THE SAME TIME 😭😭😭😭 HE JUST YETED HIMSELF BUT STILL LANDED IN A COOL WAY

- "want to marry me cinderelli?" "It’s actually cinderella" "wrong girl then"

- I love the facial expressions on Anastasia and her mother when they are found out and deciding what to do. Anastasia was so devastated

- poor king only wants grandkids……

- EVERY WEDDING DRESS CINDERELLA WEARS IS A BANGER

- this cloning cinderella thing always freaked me out so much. It’s so evil, twisted and repulsive. Great plot point tho, this is a Disney sequel but they went all out

- even in the ragged dress she looks good 😭

- I love cats, but Lucifer deserves hell

- "not gonna miss my wedding" GO GET YOU MAAAAN 🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣

- the priest is so funny looking

- cinderella protecting Anastasia and the prince protecting them both….🥰

- love how her distransformation mirrors Cinderella’s transformation in the 1st movie

- the king telling her everyone deserves true love even after all she did…. Love that for her

- another banger wedding dress

- "old life?" Yeah they really lost relationship progress cause of that evil bitch. So upsetting but at least after all this rollercoaster of bad luck for Cindy, she got the man

- everytime we’d finish the movie, my sister an i would put the music video of the credits song. It’s so good

- this is a hard movie for me to qualify, I have always had mixed feelings about it, a love hate relationship with it. Cinderella is my least fave princess, but I still love her here. Love her too much in fact cause I just hate how very step she takes towards the prince, the step mother has her take 10 back. It’s heartbreaking, I always feel so frustrated watching it cause has she not gone through enough in the 1st movie?? Why all this torment of ruining the only good night she had, the only love she felt?? But it’s still super entertaining and funny and genuine. Really felt like they had a story to tell instead of just doing it for the money like some sequels. And it’s a good story. The animation, music, comedy, the epic moments… all so very good. It’s a frustrating good time I think that’s how I feel.

#cinderella #disney #cinderella 3 #disney sequel #long post

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justcourttee · 5 years ago

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Okay that "Love,Right?" oneshot was wonderful but now you've got me obsessed with wondering how all the boys would fight for Mari's attention and all trying to date her omg

On an off note, I hope this came out alright. I really wanted to answer your ask but I’m running on low fumes rn. Loved thinking about this too though! I would love to read a more thought out fic, but I have to imagine it would go something like this

I could totally imagine like them all being relatively close in age. Like let’s say,

Dick 23

Jason 21

Tim 20

Mari 18

Damian 17

And Mari is almost done with her last year of lycee so she is in uber done mode until the batboys show up in Paris conveniently at the same time that the Wayne boys show up to scout out a potential new business partner.

She first meets Dick at the gymnasium that Chloe’s father had built for her when she went through a gymnastics phase but soon opened it to the public after she had moved on to whatever interested her next. Marinette is there to practice swinging mid-air to move faster in battle and what better way to do that than over a safety net 40 feet in the air?

Anywho, Dick is just arriving to blow off some steam after a particularly long day of negotiating. Honestly, if it wasn’t for the Hawkmoth mission and the need for a cover, he would’ve abandoned Tim ages ago. He finished locking up his stuff and when he moves into the acrobat section that is always empty, he isn’t sure whether to be impressed or disappointed that someone is there first. She looked nervous as she finished tying her hair into a high ponytail, her eyes calculating as if she was debating if she could make the first jump.

He wants to tell her that there is an easier way to mount, but his curiosity gets the better of him. With one last look, she closes her eyes, inhaling deeply. Without warning, she takes off down the short walkway launching her whole body into the air. Dick is sure she’s going to fall, but at the last minute she reaches out, her hand grasping the bar as she uses her momentum to flip upward, landing gracefully on top of the swinging trapeze.

Dick couldn’t help his cheers. Her eyes widened as she realized someone else was watching her and in what felt like slow motion, she lost her balance and fell onto the net below. Dick rushes over to make sure she’s okay, apologizing a million times a minute. They introduce each other and it’s like an instant connection. They spend the rest of the afternoon trying new techniques and helping each other improve their own techniques.

When Dick returns to the hotel that night, he can’t help the fact that her first swing was stuck on replay in his mind. The next day, he rushes over to the gym only to find her there again. This time, he’s determined to get her number, and surprisingly (to him) he succeeds. They spend the night trading funny memes and tiktoks. After a couple of weeks, Dick decides to try and ask her on a date. They were already close friends, I mean she trusted him enough not to drop her from forty feet in the air, that meant she trusted him right?

He shows up with a giant bouquet of roses only to receive a text message that she couldn’t make it that day. While it was a setback, it didn’t mean he was going to give up. He would show up with a bouquet of roses every day until she was there to receive them. And only then would he ask her on a date, because I can totally believe that he wouldn’t want to do it over text. It’s in-person or not at all.

The second Wayne she meets is Jason.

Muggings in Paris weren’t common with Ladybug and Chat Noir around, but it seemed to be Marinette’s lucky day as some guy just decided that a high school girl had enough money in her little purse to steal. As he backed her down an alleyway, a small hand knife pointed at her, Marinette was considering her options.

She could always try to run. After all, the guy was big and bulky, it would be hard for him to keep up with her and she doubted he wanted her bag enough to actually put up a fight. Just as she was eyeing an opening, a small sound echoed through the alleyway, one she was quite familiar with. The guy’s face looked mortified as he turned slowly to face his attacker.

The man said something in a hushed tone to the guy that Marinette couldn’t quite make out. Whatever it was though, it was enough for her would-be assailant to book it out of the alleyway without a glance back. Assessing her newest threat, Marinette decided that this guy was more punk than thug. She was safe for now.

He asked her if she was okay and if she needed anything as he adjusted his gun back into his waistband. Marinette was fine, but she was curious as to how he smuggled a gun into France.

“Ah. My American accent give me away Princess?”

His french was flawless, but it was clear that he wasn’t from the area. He joked that his adopted father was rich enough for the national security to look past it. At least, she was pretty sure he was joking.

He asks if they can grab something to eat, just because a pretty girl like her shouldn’t go hungry. Marinette is tempted to decline, but her curiosity gets the better of her. They end up going to a small diner near her parent’s bakery where they spend the night flirting shamelessly, both tinging their compliments with enough sarcasm and insults that the people around them couldn’t tell if they were together or if they were related.

Exchanging numbers, the two continued to meet up for weekly dinners at that same diner as they bond over hating people and insulting/admiring each other. When Jason finally realizes his flirting may have shifted from mocking to an actual crush, he's conflicted. It’s just a couple months, at most a year in Paris, but would that really be a reason not to try? He starts bringing her small gifts to the dinners, starting out small like her favorite dessert or small rocks that reminded him of her, but he soon gets more elaborate like bringing her his favorite books to borrow and throwing in a new set of threads for her sewing machine.

He hopes that when she looks at the small gifts that she’ll start associating him with the things that make her happy and just maybe, she’ll fall for him too.

I think you guys already know where Tim is going but I have to do this

Marinette frequents a small coffee shop near the hotel that the Wayne Boys are staying in. She would just drink the coffee that her parents serve in the bakery, but they refused to let her load up her drinks with enough caffeine to get through her day.

She always shows up at 7:00a, after all, she’s gotten better at this punctuality thing over the years. The owners already expect her at this point and already have her drink ready before she even steps foot through the door.

One morning, one of the owners ask her to deliver a coffee to the young man that fell asleep at one of their tables.

“He’s the first person I’ve met whose order rivals yours Ms. Dupain-Cheng.”

Marinette is impressed as she inhales the strong black coffee wafting from the mug. He definitely amped it up with two expresso shots and maybe a pump of hazelnut? If he could taste it over the bitterness of the expresso, she would be impressed.

As she sat the cup down on the table, she slid into the booth in front of him, patiently waiting for him to stir. Watching his soft exhales, Marinette felt at peace. She had never seen someone sleep so softly without moving a muscle. As quietly as she could, she brought out her sketchbook. She got about halfway through his frame when his soft breathing stopped.

Her eyes snapped up to find his blue ones studying her cautiously. Of course, she mutters out apologizes at a million miles a minute, trying to explain that she needed practice for her living art class and that she was just dropping off his coffee and she was so sorry for drawing him without his permission. As she finally trails off, Marinette is more confused than ever. She thought he was awake, his eyes studying her, but now she wasn’t so confident. She was pretty sure he was still half asleep, assuming she was some sort of hallucination.

He reached out, draining his cup of coffee without coming up for a single breath.

“I didn’t think I was this sleep-deprived. Please beautiful sleep-induced entity, draw me if you must.”

Marinette bites her lip trying not to laugh as he tiredly pulls out a laptop, typing away at seemingly nothing.

The next day, Marinette finds him in his same spot, already two empty mugs occupying the table. As she orders, she’s sure to grab an extra one for him before joining him once more. This time, Tim is the one to apologize as he realizes finally that she is a real girl and not a hallucination.

Marinette laughs it off and the briefly chat about their lives. As Marinette gets up to leave for her morning classes, she promises to meet him for coffee the next morning. Surely enough, as she walks through the door, he’s already at their booth. He waves her over, motioning to the coffee mug holding her go-to order. They come to an agreement, he allows her to draw him for practice, she offers him the occasional advice. There is sometimes small talk, but it’s mostly just full of comfort that they found in each other’s presence.

After weeks, Tim finally decides that he wants to get to know this beautiful coffee angel. He starts by asking her to meet at a bakery that he had been dying to try. As he arrives at the bakery, Marinette sheepishly admits that it was her parent’s bakery. Tim feigns ignorance, but that smirk he gives her makes her reconsider the innocent sleep-deprived man she had met weeks earlier. From now on, he has breakfast with the Dupain-Cheng family every morning. After all, your in-laws have to like you first before you can try anything else, right?

Finally, we have Damian.

They meet in the living art class. He had already taken something similar at Gotham Academy, but he was curious to see the French side of something he cherished so dearly.

At first, he hates her. She reminds him of a mixture between Dick and Tim and in all honesty, he only volunteered to pretend to be a foreign exchange student to spend the majority of the day away from his brothers.

He slowly begins to change his mind though as he is partnered with her for a partner draw project. The teacher forces them to spend all of class drawing each other how they feel the world should see their partner. It involved a lot of sharing and as she became more confident in him, he slowly felt himself opening up to this strange girl as well.

It was going fine until one day, two of her old classmates entered the classroom, trying to pick a fight with Damian. He remembered one of them, yes the sausage haired girl, her name was Lily perhaps? She tried to ask him out and he turned her down, hard. Now here she was, crying the fakest tears he had ever seen as some ombre haired woman was chewing him out.

He was fine going on ignoring them, but then the ombre haired woman reached out for his notebook, tearing it from his grasps. She glanced over it for a second before raising it above her head and slamming it into the ground. She lifted her foot to stomp on it, but she never had a chance to finish. Before Damian had even moved a muscle, Marinette was standing above her, a murderous look in her eyes. The sausage haired woman helped the girl to her feet as they retreated quickly, both of their faces pale as they sent empty threats in Marinette’s direction.

With a sigh, Marinette picked up his notebook, dusting it off gently before handing it back to him, apologizing for her ex-classmates. He wanted to let her know that he didn’t need her to look out for him, that he could handle it, but his mind flashed to the look in her eyes. If anything, his interest was now piqued by the girl.

As the project came to an end, the moment of truth had finally come. Damian showed Marinette her portrait. He had drawn her as mother nature, warm and protective of her children and cold to anyone that threatened them. He would be lying if the small blush on her face didn’t boost his pride. When she showed Damian his portrait, he couldn’t help but let his jaw drop, even slightly.

He looked like a medieval knight, posing on the defense, a slight trickle of what looked like blood dripping out the corner of his mouth.

“I’m sorry, please don’t think it’s weird. It’s just the more you talked, and so passionately too about how you wanted to protect everything dear to you from your family to your pets, I couldn’t help but get swept away in this idea that you were some gallant knight-”

He cut her off with a single look as his face broke into a grin. He loved it. Everyone always described him as a demon or a baby bird, but a gallant knight, it was certainly a first.

That night at the hotel, he would search google for the best ways to ask out a girl. After all, he sure as hell wasn’t asking his brothers.

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writeofmind · 5 years ago

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a ghost?! (pt. 1)

Genre: fluff, slow burn, multi-shot <3

Pairing: College!Rosé x Reader

anon: Hi! If possible could you make a master list of all the fics and scenarios you have posted? 😅 I’d also like to request a blackpink college AU focused on Female Reader x Rosé 🥺 lots of fluff and maybe some slow burn and smut? I’d be happy with any Rosé fluff or blackpink fluff though 🤍🤲🏻 thank you 😊

A/N: hi, j anon! this is part 1/? of your slow burn college!au. :D I will try to make this as slow and fluffy as possible. i don’t have a specific plot that i’m sticking to rn, but i have general ideas that i’m very excited to write. that being said, feel free to send in suggestions as to how you want this story to go! (or you can leave it up to me, and be in for cute surprises >:) )

a ghost?! | caramel lattes | your favorite regular

There were two things that you learned from living your college life. One, you definitely weren’t a morning person, and two, your roommate was a ghost.

Not literally. The thing was just that you had never formally met them; when you moved in, they weren’t home, and when you would wake up in the afternoons, they would already be long gone and out of the house. Your schedules never lined up with each other, so for the past few weeks, you’ve just been barely missing them, not even knowing their name.

You didn’t mind, really. The apartment was kept clean at all times, so it really did feel like only you lived there sometimes. But, you can say: if your roommate was a ghost, then they were the loudest ghost. Ever.

It was just your luck to be paired with them, too; they would be up at the crack of dawn, most times even earlier. You’d often wake up in the mornings to music playing or their (you’re sure you can say her) voice singing along. If you were being honest, the latter was your preferred way of waking up. She did have a wonderful voice, and you wished you could get yourself out of bed to tell her that; but she just woke up way, way too early.

Today was another one of those days. Music was blasting in the background, yet another replay of “Call Me Maybe.”

Ugh, god... you raised your head at the rude awakening, squinting your eyes at the door. Not this song again.

Based on what little you knew about your roommate, you had an image in your head of what she may look like. To put it short, you imagined a sorority girl, in a way. The type that dance and sing along to pop songs, dresses in tank tops and jeans, partying everyday, that sort of thing. You figured that maybe she didn’t party a lot though, considering she was already home and sleeping when you would walk through the front door.

You let your head drop back into your pillow. You were too groggy and beat from work the night before that you blocked out the song, blocked out your roommate’s singing, and fell soundly asleep once again as her music faded out the front door and into the hallways of your apartment. Jeez, that girl needed some headphones.

When you woke up a few hours later, the apartment was silent. There was a sigh of relief from you, and you groaned as you stretched your entire body out. Class started in about an hour and a half, so you decided not to laze around in bed and instead get ready for the day.

When you walked into the kitchen to grab something quick to eat on your way to campus, you smelled something delicious. Sniffing the air, you smelled... something spicy?

Sure enough, when you walked inside, there was a pan of tteokbokki sitting right on the stove. The aroma of the spiciness itself made your mouth water the closer you got to it- then, you saw a note next to it, sitting right under a bottle of water.

Good morning, roomie! I heard you come home late last night, (not that I was trying to be a stalker, but I couldn’t sleep so I was still up when you got back. Crazy, right?) Anyway, I figured you didn’t eat because I didn’t hear you in the kitchen, so I made extra tteokbokki this morning for you to take with you. I made it a little too spicy, so make sure you grab the water too!!

- PC

Your eyebrows raised higher the further down you read the note. She made you breakfast? And packed you a water?

How sweet of her, you smiled. You wasted no time in scooping a whole bunch of the delicious rice cakes onto a plate and devouring every single piece. (She was right, though, it was super spicy.)

That was really sweet of her. I should do something for her, too. I feel bad that I haven’t thought to even leave a note. And PC, huh? I wonder what that could stand for. I should make a mental note to ask.

After eating and cleaning everything up, you realized that you wasted a little too much time in your own head and was running a bit behind schedule. You grabbed the water bottle quickly and ran as fast as you could out the door, into the elevator, and out the main lobby of your apartment. You didn’t even notice the blonde haired girl you almost ran into along the way.

When you were finished with your school day, you always dreaded having to go to work afterwards. Not that it was a terrible job, you were just a barista at a café near campus, after all- but you would be tired and drained after pulling afternoon to closing shifts.

So there you stood, leaning against the counter top at your job as you sipped away at a small cup of espresso. You and your coworkers chatted absentmindedly. It wasn’t too busy tonight, except for a few straggling students that stayed to study. Your manager had even offered to let you go home early, but you decided you needed the money- you were practically getting paid to stand around, anyway.

The bell on the door jingled after what seemed like hours (and maybe it was). Your coworkers, all clowns, hid away from the incoming group of customers and shuffled behind the counters, leaving you to take care of them all. You glared at them and groaned internally, but that was the rules of a college student barista. If you’re not fast enough to hide, you face the consequences.

“Hey, guys,” you put on your smile as you approached the register, “what can I get for you tonight?”

When the girls got closer, you were glad that your hat was a bit too big for your head. It covered the burning read at the top of your ears at the sight of how pretty they were— all four of them, to be exact.

One of the shorter ones smiled back at you. “Hiii,” she greeted, “do you guys know what you want?”

The redhead of the group spoke up first. “Yes, can I just have a tea, please?” She turned to the other girls, “I noticed that my voice has been kind of raspy from rehearsal. I hope it’s nothing serious.”

You minded your own business as you punched in the order. “Of course, and for you?” You looked at the tall brunette, who was squinting at the menu board. You had to hide a laugh as you slid a smaller menu to her. “Here you go, our menu is printed kind of small.”

“Oh my gosh, thank you,” she laughed and took the menu in her hands. The shorter one that spoke earlier laughed too and simply pushed the brunette’s hands down.

“Can we just get two large white mochas, please?”

You smiled as you punched in that order too. “Of course.” You now turned to the final girl of the group, who stood silently, staring back and forth at the pastries in the case and the menu board. “For you, miss?”

When she looked up at you, you froze.

Wow, she was cute.

She smiled at you so sweetly, brushing her blonde hair behind her ear. “Um, yes please, can I get all of the vanilla scones that are in here? Oh, and a caramel latte, please.”

Just from eyeballing the case, there were at least 10, if not a couple more scones in there. You glanced at her with a humorous smile and nodded. “Yeah, no problem.”

As you punched in the order, you made sure that you only rang her up for four scones. It was almost near closing time anyway (you told yourself that, but really you still had a couple hours left), and you didn’t want to have to waste any pastries.

“Can I have your guys’ names for your drinks?” You popped the tip off of your sharpie.

The redhead, again, spoke first. “Jisoo.”

Then went the brunette. “Lisa,” she then pointed to the shorter one, “Jennie.”

Lastly, you turned to the blonde. Again, she smiled, and nodded when she spoke. “Rosé.”

Such a pretty name, you thought to yourself. You made it a point to draw a little flower next to her name, just for funsies. You let them know that their drinks would be ready soon, and you gathered all the scones in the case for the girl to have.

The girls didn’t notice the price difference at first when they paid. After calling out their names for their orders, it wasn’t until they sat down at their table with their drinks and snacks that they realized something was off.

It was Rosé who came back up to the counter as you were wiping it down.

“Um, hi,” she spoke softly as if not to surprise you, “I’m sorry, but I think there may have been a mistake?”

You looked up at her from the counter with raised eyebrows. “Oh, I’m sorry. Was your drink wrong?”

“No, not at all! It’s great,” she shook her head and showed her bag of scones, “but, um, I think you mischarged me for these.”

Ah, so she did notice. “No miss, that’s okay,” you laughed at her innocence and honesty. Her face even looked worried just from you saying that. “We’re going to be closing in a couple hours anyway, and to be honest, the scones can be a bit overpriced when you buy a lot. Don’t worry about it.”

Her eyebrows were furrowed in the cutest way possible. “But— are you sure? You won’t get in trouble?”

“I’m sure, I’m sure. It’s fine, really miss.”

“Aww... well, thank you—” she beamed and squinted at your name tag, “Joy.”

Aw, shit. You internally slapped yourself in the face, I put on the wrong apron.

Of all days to be talking to a cute girl, you weren’t even wearing the right apron with the right name tag. You really didn’t want to have to explain yourself and essentially embarrass both you and the girl right now, and you were quite frankly a bit shy already from talking to her for as long as you have. So you just smiled back. “It’s no problem, Rosé.”

With a giggle, the girl turned back around and hopped over to her table, where you could hear her recounting your conversation. You chuckled.

As your shift went on, the students inside the café began to disperse and pack up their bags to head home. One of the last students to leave was the group of girls you served earlier, and they even made sure to call out “bye, Joy!” as they left. Your coworkers looked at you funny but ended up laughing at your awkwardness once they realized your mistake.

“Oh, come on, y/n!” One of your best coworkers, Seulgi, laughed, “Now you’re gonna be known as Joy to them! Joy is not going to be happy.”

“Look, man, I didn’t wanna correct her, alright??” You sighed and palmed your forehead, “I got nervous!”

“Ah, well,” your other coworker Yeri shrugged, “at least you may not see her again. So you don’t have to be too embarrassed.”

Your shoulders dropped at the sound of that. You may not see her again? Boo.

Your closing shift went by smoothly and before you knew it, you were walking through the threshold of your already dark apartment. You saw that your roommate’s door was closed and her light off, but her shoes were on the shoe rack, so you knew she was already sleeping.

You almost went straight to your room to knock out before remembering what your roommate did for you this morning. You didn’t want to just leave her hanging and make yourself seem ungrateful, so you grabbed a post-it note and a pen.

Hi there, roomie, you began, thank you for the tteokbokki this morning! It was delicious, actually, and I only needed a few gulps of water between each bite. (lol, i’m just teasing, it really was good. i love spicy food.) i’m not sure if you like flavorings in your coffee, let alone if you like coffee or not, but here’s some for you for the morning, since you’re usually up earlier than me. you can use any of my coffee cups, i have way too many.

- y/n

After setting up the coffee machine to brew in the early morning, you stuck the note on top and dragged yourself into your room to get ready for bed.

The next morning, you woke up to silence. No music, no singing, nothing. And it wasn’t early in the morning- it was the usual time you yourself would get up and out of bed.

Huh? you wondered, This feels... unnatural.

You got yourself out of bed and ready for your day as you normally would. You walked into the kitchen for your usual breakfast of coffee and a single granola bar, when you saw yet another note waiting for you on the kitchen table.

it’s no problem at all! i almost thought you hated the tteokbokki when i didn’t see any feedback when i got home. TT TT it’s so funny that we haven’t even met yet. btw, i’m sorry i’m loud in the mornings, i never realized how late you got home every night. i’ll let you sleep in more. :) and you’re so sweet, thank you for letting me use one of your cups, and thank you for the coffee this morning :)

p.s, just so you know a fact about me too, i love caramel in my coffees.

- PC

#rosé #blackpink scenarios #blackpink #gg scenarios #kpop scenarios #rosé x reader #girl group scenarios #park rosé #park roseanne #park chaeyoung #rosé fluff #rosé fic

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goldentsum · 5 years ago

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━ socs and greasers

CHARACTERS: kuroo tetsurou and oikawa tooru

GENRE: fluff, a little angst

AUTHOR’S NOTE: oikawa’s a bit longer! i got too excited while writing this cus i rewatched ‘the outsiders’ soooo yeah,, here~

━ kuroo ♡

a gREASER WITHOUT A DOUBT! CAN YOU IMAGINE HIM WITH SLEEK HAIR AND SPORTING LEATHER OR DENIM AND THAT COCKY SMIRK ON HIS FACE---

ahem i mean yeah kuroo tetsurou is most definitely a greaser

Kuroo always scares those socs half to death with his tall height and intimidating aura but tbh he’s a softie

Though he won’t lie that the leather and denim aesthetic was kinda his style and scaring socs was too amusing for him

He most def has a busted second-handed car that he bought with his own money cus his parents doesn’t give a shit to even give him money

He lives with himself now as he run away from the dysfunctional family he had because he’s gonna go crazy if he hears another full blown fight his parents always has

I headcanon his s/o to be a soc and his childhood friend along with kenma, whos a greaser omg

You’re the daughter of a huge businessman who always leaves you on your own most of the time

you became friends with kuroo and kenma when yall met in the vacant lot with the two sporting bruises which made your motherly instincts go haywire even at a young age

Before you and kuroo became a thing, he was just admiring you from a far cus you’re a soc and he’s a dirty greaser but you always remind him that you really don’t really care about that

though kuroo doesn’t really wanna mix you up with his problems,, afraid that someone might hurt you,, soft boy :((

You were just too good to him that it hurts... you always make sure he has enough food in his house, always patching him up after a brawl, always making sure he’s okay, and just always there for him...

with you being like that,, kuroo can’t help but fall...

After accepting the fact that you were no longer the sister he always thought he’d have and that he started to see you more as a woman,, he started being softer, noticing certain quirks and features he didn’t see before,, while being a bit awkward because he doesn’t know how to act really

Kenma always catch kuroo staring at you which he always call him out about

“you’re staring awfully obvious there”

“shut up, kenma... i wasn’t starin”

he totally was pft

And it might not look like it but kuroo is really good at school! he has the best grades in his class and he’s hella cocky about it, rubbing it on the poor socs’ faces in his class

He even tutors you cus you were flanking chem :DDD fUN

Kuroo loves spending time with you! even if it’s just some tutor session but it always ends up with you pouting because you can’t understand it and him getting a headache at the amount of times he repeated it already

One night, he was out riding in his car, pouty that he didn’t see you for about a week now

Then he saw you getting ganged up by 3 taller socs at the street and he was LIVID god help those socs

He just stopped his car and run up to them, punching them without any warning,,, His tall and muscular stature helping him,, he won at the end but they got a number on him ngl which you were angry about

“Why would you do something as stupid as this, Tetsu?!”

“It ain’t stupid, doll... just wanna make sure you’re alright”

“You’re so stupid.... but.. thank you, tetsu...”

god he loves the way you say his name like that

“Well, i can’t have my girl get disrespected by those shitty--”

“your girl?”

You were staring at Kuroo with a soft gleam inside your eyes

Kuroo just wanted the ground to swallow him up and die,, why the fuck did he just say that?!--

“That sounds nice... I like it...” You said after seeing kuroo’s internal monologue, giggling softly

Kuroo sighed in huge relief, cupping your cheek with his coarse hand that felt so familiar to you

Touching your forehead with his, “It’s official then. You’re my girl”

“Yeah... but first let’s clean up your beaten up face”

of course... it really won’t be you without you ruining the moment but kuroo won’t have it any other way

━ oikawa ♡

a SOC AND HE’S ONE OF THOSE ARROGANT LITTLE SHITS!

He is fILtHY RiCh! fILTHYYY!!

has a reputation about being a flirt with his pretty face

Oikawa: it’s just a struggle being this pretty~ aND I’M RICH TOO sigh

IWA IS SO DONE WITH HIM PLEASE HELP THIS BOI

A well known jock who gets all the girls with his charms and a flirty smile on his face

Oikawa knows how well he got people wrapped around his finger and he feeds off the power he has

Loves shopping and spending money on useless shit he won’t even use,, he’s unafraid to sPEND cus it’s not like it’ll dent his bank account

aND ALSO BECAUSE HE AIN’T WEARING THOSE UGLY KHAKIS! NO WAY IN HELL! he did once though and iwa, makki, and matsun made fun of him

NOW HOW YALL MET IS SO FUN

You’re a greaser, a terrifying one at that

Your group was in the movie drivethru with your busted cars and leather and denim clothes

aND Lo and behold he’s also there,, though he’s with a date and Iwa, Matsun, and Makki were tagging along

a brawl start up with your group and some socs AND OIKAWA HAS TO SEE THIS DRAMA

He wanted to look good to his date so he went and tried to be the “hero” and stop the brawl

You got irritated and punched him right on his nose surprising him and knocking him off his feet

IWA, MATSUN, AND MAKKI WERE LAUGHING THEIR ASSES CUS THAT WAS THE BEST THING THEY JUST SAW

Oikawa stared up at you, nose aching and bleeding, wide teary eyes from the pain

And you stared down at him, a deadly glare on your face as you tugged on your leather jacket, scoffing at the soc

Your group quickly left when someone called the cops,, yall ain’t going to prison now,, nope

Oikawa was left there, sitting on the dirty ground with his nose bleeding and welling up eyes,, It took Makki and Matsun to help him up with Iwa staring at him like, are you okay, dude tf?

“I think I’m in love”

Now that was not what they were expecting, they expected something extra but definitely not that kind of extra,,

His date got irritated at that and dumped her drink at his feet, stomping away but Oikawa barely flinch,, too occupied in his thoughts on who you were

He spend an entire week looking for you because he just can’t get you out of his mind,, you were the first girl to ever pull a stunt like that and it was amusing masochistic bastard

When he finally saw you, you were in a diner with your group and his heart got all fluttery and shit and he got scared because tHAT WAS UNUSUAL! WTF WAS THAT FLUTTERY FEELING?!

He mustered up all the courage he had and marched up to the table, looking straight at you,, barely looking at anyone else

You raised a brow at the familiar brunette but you couldn’t really place your finger on where you’ve seen him then it hit you,, yOU HIT HIM LAST WEEK,, STRAIGHT IN HIS NOSE and the redness on his nose was evidence enough

You started to speak cus what if this soc get you arrested like nope you ain’t having that,, “Look dude, I don’t want any trouble--”

“Go on a date with me”

Your whole table was laughing at you making you fluster up in embarrassment cus wtf is with this weird guy,, you punch him then a week later he shows up claiming he wants to go on a date with you???

oH this was pay back,, okay you got it

tHAT WAS YOU THOUGHT IT WAS BUT OIKAWA REALLY PERSISTENT,, ALWAYS APPEARING AND ASKING YOU ON A DATE,, REJECTION AFTER REJECTION the guy just won’t stop

Finally, you agreed! Oikawa can’t stop giggling on the way home and got already took out multiple outfits for your date

On the day of your date, he was immaculate with his outfit! He also fixed his already perfect hair and got to the place where you guys will meet up at half an hour early with a bouquet of flowers in hand,, he was that excited!

but 2 hours already passed and you were no where to be seen... D; did you just stood him up? aND WORSE OF ALL IT STARTED RAINING ruining his outfit and hair and making the flowers in his hand all soggy and gross

Oikawa slumped on the the fountain, sAD AS FUCK

while you were snickering in your car driving on the opposite side of town but then a punch of guilt made way to your gut...

what if he waited there?.... and its raining...

goddammit,, and like that your car turned around and drove to the park where you and oikawa planned to meet up.

You stopped the car in front of the fountain and your heart shattered when you saw the familiar sitting figure on the fountain in the pouring rain.

“fucking hell, this idiot”

You stomped your way to him, your leather jacket on your head trying to shield yourself in the harsh rain and stopped in front of the soc

“You’re late...” His croaky voice was really not helping your guilt,, fucking hell...

“tch... Let’s go idiot!” You pulled him up and dragged him in your car

There was tense air inside the car with you grumbling on your seat and Oikawa pouting sadly on his, slumping more

“Look... I’m sorry about this... I’m sure you’re a nice guy,, i think... L-Let’s start over, yeah?”

Oikawa perked up and looked at you at the corner of his eyes,, he hated the fact that he was happy rn... he was supposed to be mad at you,, he waited 3 hours for you and an hour in the rain, hoping you’ll come to him

“Fine... but you owe me one!”

“yeah yeah, idiot soc”

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu au #oikawa x reader #oikawa tōru #kuroo tetsuro imagine #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurō #haikyuu kuroo #haikyuu oikawa #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #oikawa headcanons #oikawa angst #kuroo testuro #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro headcanons

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seoafin · 4 years ago

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hii!! how are you doing? I hope that the classes aren't too heavy on you 😅

since there's a lot of pain and angst in jjk rn, I've decided to bring something more light-hearted and gay into your inbox <3

the song this time is Honey by Kehlani (which is a wlw mood™)

so, shoko is out on a mission with geto, gojo and rip!mc have the weekend free. they decide to go out to eat sweets, sightsee and maybe shop. on the train ride rip!mc is listening to music and looking longingly put of the window because she misses shoko!! it would be so much fun to go out with shoko instead of gojo!! she wants her quality Girl Time!! and going out with mr blind rat means getting lots of looks their way and being stopped by people asking for his number (which rip!mc doesn't always mind bc it means looking at pretty girls)

ANYWAYS. gojo being the annoying little shit he always is yanks out one of rip!mc's earphones and puts it on. the song just changed and Honey starts playing, rip!mc gets and extra hard gay longing look on her face and satoru is like ??? uh what's going on with you??? AND THEN

"I like my girls just like I like my honey; sweet

a little selfish

I like my women like I like my money; green

a little jealous"

rip!mc looks like she's about to shed a tear (drama queen. not even a day away from shoko and she already misses her that much) and gojo is like wow this bitch gay BUT WHY NO GAY FOR ME HUH? he knows rip!mc is thinking about shoko and he's maybe a little jealous! but he'd rather die than admit that. so what's the next best thing for him to do? that's right. annoy rip!mc. he starts by elbowing her and trying to make her change the song but rip!mc death glares him and goes "bro im having a moment right now. shut up or we won't go to any sweets shop"

gojo is like "shit. well. guess I'll let her be gay in peace. FOR NOW"

the song continues, rip!mc paused it while gojo started annoying her so she can enjoy it to the fullest and starts mouthing the lyrics

"All the pretty girls in the world

but I'm in this space with you

colored out the lines

I came to find, my fire was fate with you

heartache would stay with you

fly great escapes with you"

cue flashbacks of cute moments with shoko in her mind.

in conclusion, rip!mc has a big fat crush on shoko and even when she isn't around she's thinking about her, which means that gojo stays losing jgjdjfj

this got longer than I expected lol

thank you for your patience and for reading it!

rejoice bisexuality be upon ye

🎵 anon

mr. blind rat......

honey was my first kehlani song omg but the second gojo rips out my earphones ❗️❗️❗️🤜😎 ❗️❗️❗️

anyway it’s shoko hours y’all so i don’t have to remember that she’s currently all that’s left of her generation :D

#I HOPE YOU'RE DOING GOOOD!!!#yes teenage gojo would rather die than admit he's jealous #also this reads like w/w m/m hostility LFSNKJNDFJKS #w/w loving hours #🎵 anon

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httphopewrld · 5 years ago

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control me (pt. 2) | (f/m)

↳ part of the ‘lyrics series’

Jimin was just a guy who modeled for your art class, and someone you found attractive, nothing else. You didn’t think anything would evolve from that. But then you asked him to model for your practice sketches, causing you to see him more. That feeling towards him became more apparent as you realized he occupied your thoughts. But there’ll never be anything between us. You convinced yourself. However, that changed when Jimin asked, “What am I to you?” Maybe there was more to your relationship than you realized.

[p.1]

Pairing: model!jimin x reader

Genre: fluff, smut, and angst

Rating: 16+ because there’s some smuuuuuutttt and swearing

Warnings: smut, foul language, dom/sub!jimin, dom/sub!reader, oral (fem receiving), protected sex, fingering, thigh riding, handjob (kinda), dirty talk, body praising, self-doubt (discouraging one’s looks compared to others), pretty soft sex? Nothing too rough, I think, but it’s detailed.

Word Count: 9k+

A/N: it’s a lot more words compared to pt.1, but I thought that it would better to just give you guys the whole thing instead of making you guys wait any longer. I hope you guys enjoy!

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

The nosiness of the café bothers you. Sure, it’s a public place, where people can choose their own volume of speech; but boy did it grind your gears when people spoke above a comfortable tone.

Despite the cozy warmth of the café, the cold found its ways underneath the wool sleeves of your sweater. You put your coat back on and sat back in your seat.

He said he’d be on time, but you didn’t want to count on it. He was busy, probably, modeling for other students in your human anatomy class. It was the middle of the week, so what else did you expect? He barely knew you, yet he was your “knight in shining armour” on that fateful night.

About a few days after his rescuing, you called to meet him at a café. To pay him back, you’d buy him any beverage and pastry he wanted, and hopefully, amuse him with your social skills. However, you’d be kidding yourself if you weren’t absolutely horrified to talk to him and were about to pee yourself because you were currently waiting in a pool of anxiety and self-doubt.

If only talking to astonishingly attractive people wasn’t complete social suicide, things wouldn’t be so scary. And if Rachel hadn’t pressured you to go out for coffee with him.

You felt your leg jittering underneath the table, and your bottom lip in your teeth. God, I wish he’d be on time.

As if on cue, Jimin jogged into the café, chest rising and falling rapidly. When his eyes connected with yours, his whole body seemed relieved.

He sped-walked to your table, taking off his jacket and running a hand through his dirty blonde hair.

“I’m sorry that I’m late. There was traffic, and the bus didn’t arrive on time,” he sat down with a tired exhale.

“You took the bus? Where did you come from?”

“I had a model casting across town. Didn’t get anything though.” He pouted briefly before gently smiling. “I’m sorry for being late.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You chuckled, finding his numerous apologies adorable.

A quick pause in your conversation made you rive with panic.

“Oh, what do you want to drink? It’s cold outside and you appear to have run for a bit.” You gestured towards the chalk menu to your right.

He read the menu before asking, “could I actually get an iced americano and a croissant?”

“Sure,” you replied as you got up from your seat.

You went up to the cashier and ordered your drinks. As you waited for them, you scanned the crowded café. Some were seated on tables or in the leather couches. Others appeared to only be using the space as shelter from the weather as they sent out a quick text or call.

You realized that your gaze always fell back on Jimin as you observed the café. It rested on his clenched jawline as he read something off his phone, and how his leg shook with, what you assumed was anxiousness.

Maybe he was nervous too? You wondered as your name was called.

You picked up the tray with your pastries and drinks and carefully walked back to your table.

Jimin’s eyes lit up when you set the tray down on the table. He grabbed his iced-americano and took a couple of desperate gulps.

You watched in amazement as you put his croissant, your muffin and hot chocolate, and extra water on the table. When you can back from returning the tray back to the main counter, he had finished his drink and was half-way through his croissant.

“I think you can breath, now,” you chuckled as he let out an embarrassed laugh and put down his snack.

“Sorry about that,” he awkwardly smiled.

“Don’t worry about it,” you assured as you sipped your hot chocolate, “you came from a modeling job in the pouring rain. Do what you gotta do.”

He nodded and began eating his croissant again.

It was a few painful beats of silence before you thought of a conversation starter. “What is it like being a model?” You took a small bite of your muffin, “It must be a lot emotionally and physically.”

He leaned his elbows on the table, “Yeah, to be honest. It’s tougher than people realize. It’s a ‘no’-type-of-world, really.” He made air-quotes with his hands.

“But I love it. Most of the time I get gigs that I enjoy, and the other models and staff are supportive and friendly.” Jimin described, smiling.

He took a quick sip of his iced-americano, “Enough about me. You’re doing alright, Y/N? After the whole party?”

You told him about how you didn’t remember much about the night of the party. He helped you fill in the gaps of what you missed. Both of you chatted about yourselves, even sharing dumb things you guys believed as kids.

Despite some brief pauses in your conversation, you both were able to laugh and enjoy each other’s company.

“Oh, how’s your anatomy class going? Last time I was there, you guys were starting a sculpting unit?” He remembered, finishing his croissant.

“It’s going well! A lot of sketching and sculpting on my time.”

“Aaah,” he understood.

You took the last sip of your hot chocolate, “Oh, speaking of the project, could you model for some of my sketches? You seem to be the perfect candidate.”

Jimin feigned an honoured expression, putting a hand to his chest then saluting you. “It would be my pleasure.”

You giggled and cheered, “Awesome! What day would work best for you?”

He took his phone out and scrolled through, what you assumed to be, his calendar. “This Saturday, so in a couple of days?”

You checked your schedule on your phone. To your relief, you were free Saturday. “Sounds great! I think my friend, Rachel, is going out that night, so we’ll have a peaceful apartment for ourselves.”

You felt your phone buzz in your hands. When you glanced down, you saw numerous texts from Rachel appear on your screen.

Rachel [4:30 pm]: hey, Kaleb’s over. He’s crying and he seems drunk. Could you come back to the apartment?

Rachel [4:30 pm]: I can’t handle him alone

Y/N [4:30 pm]: I’m out rn. You can handle Joey. He’s pretty docile when he’s drunk

Rachel [4:31 pm]: could you PLS come? You’re better at the emotional stuff

You looked up at a concern Jimin. He pointed at his own cell, indicating that he was wondering what was happening on your phone that caused your debating expression.

“Rachel is asking me to go back to the apartment because a friend is crying,” you sighed, “she thinks I’m ‘better at the emotional stuff’.”

“You should go,” he suggested, “you seemed quite worried about your friend.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive,” he smiled. “And we’ve been here since two o’clock. I think we’ve had enough of each other.”

You both chuckled as you let Rachel know you were heading back to your apartment.

Jimin gave you a gentle hug before you left and insisted on putting both of your dishes away.

As you exited the café, you couldn’t help but savour the warm that his arms left around your waist when he hugged you. Maybe it was just the feeling of the embrace that made you blush? Or was it because Jimin was the one doing it?

Saturday came quicker than you expected. You weren’t sure if you were excited or nervous to have him over at your apartment, but you knew that your project needed sketches, and you were the only one who could do it for you.

Jimin came over around dinner time, bringing a glass of red merlot and two plastic wine glasses. You had a pre-made pizza heating up in the oven.

You both chatted for a bit before actually starting the sketching process. If it weren’t for Jimin reminding you of why he was at your apartment in the first place, who knows how long you’d two talk for.

Now, you sat on the couch, while Jimin sat on a chair in front of you.

“Tilt your head to the left—you’re left,” you chuckled as you marked the dimensions of Jimin’s face on your sketchbook.

“I’m sorry,” he giggled, “I promise that I am trying.”

You closed your sketchbook and grasped your glass of ruby wine, “Let’s take a break, shall we?”

“Thank you,” he sighed as if he’d been holding his breath for the entire half an hour you were sketching him.

You swallowed the unexpected large gulp of wine you drank, “Oh before I forget, I need to pay you…” You took out your wallet, “…how does thirty-five dollars sound?”

“You don’t need to pay me, Y/N,” Jimin said while taking a sip of his wine, “you’re giving me dinner. That’s more than enough.”

You put the money back in your wallet and shrugged, “Whatever you say.”

He chuckled as the oven chimed, letting you both know the pizza was ready.

“I’ll get that,” you said as while getting off the couch.

As you were slicing up the pizza, Jimin sat at the kitchen island attentively. You handed him a slice, that he took with great pleasure.

“So,” he began with a mouthful of pepperoni, “why sculpting? Not many people do it nowadays.”

You took a bite of your own slice, chewing on the question. “Well, I like studying the human body—” You stopped mid-sentence when you saw his cheeky smirk.

“Hey, get your mind out of the gutter!” You blushed, jokingly punching at him. Your embarrassment made him laugh.

“Anyways,” you resumed, taking a sip of your wine, “I wanted to learn more about the anatomy and workings of the human body, so I could get better at sculpting. Then, I could hopefully teach a class someday.” You waved your glass in the air, “You know, become an art teacher.”

Jimin’s slow clap made you roll your eyes and give a sly smirk.

“Thank you, but you can stop with the patronizing claps.” You bowed, holding up your glass in a makeshift cheer.

When he stopped clapping you took another slice of pizza. “So, Mr. Model, what’s it like being in the industry?”

“Well, when you say it like that, you make it sound like I’m a porn star,” he chuckled while finishing his second slice of pizza.

You chuckled with him, “Your words, not mine.”

Jimin gave you a playful smirk, “You’d be the first one to watch.”

You put your hands up in a mock-surrender, “No comment.”

You both shared a moment of laughter before Jimin let a sigh.

“It’s good. I’ve learned to build up my confidence. It’s tough making friends, but you find the small pockets of gold, I guess.” He rubbed the back of his neck, “It’s a bitch to date though. There’s always someone who’s prettier than you, and they don’t mind letting you know.”

“I feel that,” you held a fist to your chest, “on a spiritual level.”

Jimin laughed at your joke, finishing his glass of wine. You went to refill it, but he covered it with his hand. “I’m all good, thanks.”

You gave a shy grin before putting the bottle down on the counter.

“I’m sorry about the whole relationship thing.” You made brief eye contact with him before continuing, “Maybe you’re just looking in the wrong place?”

“I guess so,” he shrugged, not seeming to want further the subject.

“We should get back to the sketching,” Jimin proposed, getting off the kitchen stool, “you’ll need more for your project, right?”

“Y-yeah,” you agreed, following him back to the living room.

It had been a couple of months since you and Jimin started talking. It had become a regular occurrence for him to come over to your apartment. Sometimes, for the sketches, you needed for your project, but it was usually to chat over wine.

You eventually introduced Jimin to the rest of your friends. Rachel wasn’t shocked that you two got along well; Joey went into ‘dad-mode’ where he sat between you two whenever the opportunity arose; Kaleb and Jimin were the becoming best buds, and Jason was just happy to have another guy around.

Nonetheless, your whole friend group enjoyed Jimin’s company. So much so, that Rachel proposed that Jimin tag-a-long on the group’s ‘Friday Friend Day’; where you guys go out for food, drinks or have a game’s night.

For this ‘Friday Friend Day’, your group was going bowling. You weren’t too sure if Jimin would want to tag along, because you know how competitive Joey and Rachel can be; but he was overjoyed with the invite.

“I can’t believe Rachel and the others couldn’t come with us,” You chuckled while you and Jimin moved to the side to wait for your food, “the McDonald’s is only a block, how hard is it to walk!”

“Well, I think Rachel is still calling Joey a ‘sore winner’ after last game,” Jimin suggested, leaning against the wall.

“He is!”

“We won fair and square! We beat you guys by a mile!” Jimin defended.

“You three boys suggested guys vs. girls, knowing we were way outnumbered.” You retorted, moving a step closer.

“Because girls are tougher than they look, so we thought you and Rachel would’ve knocked us out of the park.”

You looked him up and down before smiling, “Good answer.”

“But you two still lost,” Jimin playfully jabbed.

You jokingly punched him, making him feign a painful expression.

Both of you waited for the takeout, talking about Jimin’s upcoming modeling jobs and how your sculpting project was going.

You could feel butterflies rising from the bottom of your stomach as you two walked back to the bowling place; the paper takeout McDonald’s bag swinging at your side as Jimin reminisced about his childhood.

You felt at utter peace with yourself walking with Jimin by your side. The smell of deep-fried chicken nuggets, and the after taste of Oreos from the McFlurry Jimin fed you every now and then. You watched as steam left his mouth as he talked. Both of you laughed as you two pretended to smoke like two children.

“Hey,” you said, struggling to swallow that mouthful of Oreo McFlurry Jimin just gave you, “I know when we talked about this before, you changed the subject, but—”

You swallowed. “Is it tough dating while being a model?”

His eyes darted between you and the sidewalk in front of both of you. He appeared to still be hesitant about the subject.

Did someone hurt him? You hypothesized. A person on the job? Another model?

“We don’t have to talk—”

“It’s like I said before,” he gentle spoke, “it’s just people are more focused on looks, or who’s the most famous.”

You two stopped at the lights, waiting for the crossing signal to appear.

“I dated this person. They seemed to like me—a lot, actually.” He sighed. “And then I found out that they cheated on me. With a new upcoming model. And I broke up with them.”

The crossing sign beamed brightly, and the chime let you two know to start crossing the intersection.

“So now I’m doing jobs here and there, and sticking to people outside of the modeling industry,” he glanced at you and then smiled, “and look where it’s gotten me. In-in a good way, of course.”

You couldn’t help but smiled as he continued, “And I guess I haven’t found the right person to date.”

You turned your head towards him, “Yet.”

His eyes raced to yours. “Hm?”

“Yet,” you repeated, “You haven’t found the right person to date yet.”

He nodded, “Yeah. I guess so.”

You were pulling an all-nighter at your school’s studio, trying to finalize your sculpture of a head. You would be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t frustrated beyond belief. The proportions looked off, the sculpture was supposed to resemble Jimin but looked nothing like him, and you felt like you were cramming a project that needed more time.

Music blasted through your headphones. Thee familiar burning sensation behind your eyes made you scoff at yourself. A hot tear fell down your cheek, and you used the back of your hand to wipe it.

“Fuck,” you muttered, getting up to wash your hands.

The water and soap against your hands burned slightly, but you didn’t care. The sponge against your skin felt like sandpaper, but you took the pain as if you deserved it. You were mad and ashamed of yourself, for how long it was taking you to even start your sculpture.

The art exhibit, for the sculptures created in Mr. Heinz’s class, was in a month. The pressure was on, and boy could you feel it.

And you weren’t the only one feeling it. You separated yourself from your group slowly to work on your clay model—the one that started off as Jimin’s head but was now a grey mushy pile. Rachel had invited you to ‘Friday Friend Day’ countless times; even saying that she didn’t tell Jimin, because she thought he was the reason why you suddenly ditched the group.

But it wasn’t. It was deeper than that. It was the fact you didn’t feel you could accomplish anything creatively, despite the three-month work timeline Mr. Heinz gave you and the class. No matter how many sketches of Jimin you drew, or the nights you spent molding clay to just destroy it.

You leaned against the counter, facing the grey pile of mush on the table. You wanted to throw the clay against the wall, flip tables, and scream at the top of your lungs. But you just stood there, wiping your hands with paper towels, staring at your ruined sculpture.

You heard your phone chime across the room. You tossed your used paper towels in the rubbish and check your cell.

Jimin [1:06 am]: how tf do you open this door?

Y/N [1:06 am]: ???

Jimin [1:07 am]: the door into the art building? Am I at the wrong place?

Y/N [1:07 am]: what?

Jimin [1:09 am]: I think it’s the art building? There’s a massive mural of a forest on the side?

Y/N [1:10 am]: wtf??! Why are you at my school?

Jimin [1:12 am]: can you just let me in? I’ll explain when I’m out of the cold

You tucked your phone into your back pocket and grabbed Mr. Heinz’s keys to the studio and school doors.

When you reached the front doors, you were surprised to see Jimin waiting with a pizza box and one litre of Sprite. A smile appeared on his face as you approached.

You unlocked and opened the retractable gate with a confused expression and opened the front door. You continued to look confused and laughed in astonishment as you closed the door and the gate.

“Why are you here?” You chuckled and check your phone, “At 1:25 am?”

Jimin followed you back to the studio. “I haven’t seen you for a while.” He admitted. “And I know you like pizza when working.”

“How did you know that I was here?” You asked as you two turned the corner to the studio.

Jimin sighed, as if disappointed in himself, “Rachel told me.”

“She wasn’t supposed to say anything,” you muttered opening the door to the studio.

“What?” Jimin was behind you, pizza and Sprite still in hand.

You made a ‘tsk’ sound. “We can’t have food in the studio, we’ll have to eat in the hallway.”

You pointed to the spot beside the door, “Just wait here while I get some paper towels.”

“Okay,” he said with a mock surrender.

When you came back, Jimin was promptly sitting on the flow with the pizza and soda in front of him. With him looking up at you, for a change, he seemed so-so—soft.

“Here,” you passed Jimin a couple of paper towels and sat down beside him.

You two ate in silence. The only sound was the chewing of pizza, and one of you sipping from the bottle of Sprite. It was like both of you were waiting for someone to start the conversation.

“Why did you stop hanging out with the crew?”

“Excuse me?”

“You,” Jimin finished of his slice of pizza, “stopped coming to ‘Friday Friend Day’ all of sudden and spending all your time here,” he waved his arms in the air, gesturing to the entirety of the art building.

“Well, here,” you mimicked his previous actions, “is where I’m trying to finish my sculpture due next month.”

“I’m sure you’ll get it done—”

“Well, I haven’t so far—”

“I think you just need a break—”

“I don’t have time for a break!” You exclaimed, immediately regretting the volume of your voice.

Jimin took a gulp of the Sprite, leaving a bit for you to finish. He held it out to you, and you gladly took it. Both of you sat in quiet for five minutes. You needed to calm down, and Jimin, seemed, to be thinking something good to say.

“I’m sorry—”

“Don’t be,” Jimin assured.

You nodded, not saying anything. Until now, you could feel his shoulder against yours, and your knee against his thigh. His hands were just close enough for you to reach.

“I’m just stressed about the sculpture,” you sighed as if letting a one hundred pounds off your chest. “And I don’t know if I’m going to get it finished. I haven’t had any progress with what I’ve gotten done—and it always ends up getting tossed out and restarted.”

“I know, it takes time,” he sympathized, turning his body towards you.

“But you don’t know,” you deflected, feeling your eyes burn, “you don’t know what it feels like to not know if you’re going into a dying industry, and not feeling good enough to keep it alive.”

Jimin pursed his lips and tried to speak, but you continued.

“E-Every time I go into that studio—” You stuttered, trying your best to wipe the tears starting to fall down your face. “I get reminded of how much of a failure I am.”

“Hey,” Jimin pulled you into his side, wrapping a hand around your frame.

Your head rested against his chest. You could smell his oaky cologne on his clothes.

“I-I am sorry—” You apologized, feeling guilty and attempted to pull away from him.

“Don’t worry about it,” he soothed, gently nudging you back to rest on his chest, “you don’t have to move.”

You nodded and leaned on Jimin’s shoulder. His arm shifted to your waist.

Jimin wiped one of your tears with the sleeve of his sweater. You lifted your head to face his.

When his eyes met yours, you realized how close he was to you. You couldn’t help but dart your eyes to his lips before looking back at him.

Then, without a second thought, you moved in closer and kissed his lips. You could taste the saltness of your tears and his lip balm.

Jimin seemed to be surprised at first, but then his hand rested gently against the back of your head; pulling your face even closer this his. The kisses turned into a sort of urgency, and you could feel the hot air from each other’s noses on your faces.

When you both pulled away from each other, exchanging heavy breaths, you giggled. Jimin had your lipstick on his swollen lips. You tried to rub some of it off with a swipe of your thumb, but it made no difference.

“Fuck,” Jimin breathed, smirking slightly.

You woke up in the morning, next to Jimin. At first, you gazed at his face as he rested.

When his eyes fluttered awake, you quickly closing your eyes and pretending to be asleep.

You heard him sigh, “Wow, that sucked.”

Your eyes shot open and he laughed, “I knew you were faking it!”

Both you laughed as you slapped his shoulder.

He brought you into a warm embrace, and you two chatted into each other’s arms.

The events of last night were like the after taste of wine in your mind. The way he opened the door and pushed your against it to close it, kissing your lips and chuckling. How he complimented every flaw on your body as he slipped off your clothing.

The feeling of his lips tracing your frame. How he made you cum against his mouth, screaming his name. You could remember the sweet nothings he whispered into your ear as he rolled his hips against yours.

All his movements were tender and gentle as if he was afraid to break you.

The aftercare was the best part, though. While you laid on the bed, exhausted from the supposed ‘third round’, Jimin wiped your core with a damp cloth and heated up the shower for you. In the shower, you two giggled as you gave each other feedback about the sex you two had. Of course, soap got into Jimin’s eye and you suppressed your laughter as he cursed and tried to get the shampoo out of his eyes.

Before getting into bed, he had given you one of his shirts to sleep in. When he saw that the end of his shirt fell midway down your thigh, he smiled. His arms opened up and you excitingly ran into them. You remembered cuddling with him until you both fell asleep to each other’s calm breaths.

Despite this romantic, almost special, the time you spent together, nothing arose from it. After you got ready the next day and left his loft, you both didn’t mention what happened.

Jimin treated you normally and you reciprocated the same attitude.

Rachel knew something was odd, but you didn’t want to talk to her about the sex you and Jimin had. You were private about it and felt like it wasn’t too serious. You didn’t want to create drama within your friend group, and just wanted things to be back to what they were.

You and your friend group still hung out on Fridays, and you and Jimin didn’t ignore each other. However, whenever the opportunity of completing your figure came about, you took it.

Eventually, you finished your sculpture for the art exhibit. It was a flexed torso, slightly bent forward to show the spine restricting against the back’s skin. When you were sanding it, you realized it was Jimin’s torso that you had subconsciously sculptured.

From memory, and feeling, you had recreated his torso through clay. As you set it on the cart to be taking to the show, you deeply hoped that no one would recognize it was his; and that he wouldn’t point it out.

“You didn’t have to come over, Rach,” you sighed, opening the door to see Rachel with a bottle of red wine.

Rachel rolled her eyes, “Of course I would come over. You need all the support you can get.” She walked in and took off her heels.

She wore a white suit with matching shoes. Under the suit jacket was only a vest, which plunged to about enough to show off her breast. Her hair was put into a slick ponytail, which swung as she strutted to your kitchen and opened the bottle of wine.

“So, where’s the dress?” Rachel asked while pouring two glasses of wine.

You scratched the back of your neck, “I don’t know, Rach, I’m not one for tight dresses…”

Rachel shook her head. “Just put on the dress and the shoes and come back out here.”

“Okay,” you sighed, retreating to your bedroom.

The dress was a dark raven, with off the shoulder sleeves and a figure-fitting silhouette. The neckline plunged to the tops of your breasts. You wore gold jewelry, matching black stilettos, and a clutch. Your hair was pinned back by two clips on the sides of your forehead.

When you came out of your room, Rachel hollered. You blushed as you gave a little twirl for her, holding your arms out like a ‘T’. She whistled as you walked towards her.

She held out your glass of wine. “That deserves a cheers.”

You grasped the glass and clinked it against hers. “Cheers, Rach.”

You two downed your red liquor, winced because you’re not supposed to drink wine in one go, and headed to the art exhibit like the stunning women you two were.

The exhibit was filled with students and guests. Everyone was dressed formally, with girls wearing striking dresses and boys in tuxedos. Everyone was sipping on non-alcoholic beverages and bite-sized snacks while observing the beautiful works by talented students.

Rachel was a sculpture of her head with snacks coming out of it.

“Medusa?” You asked, pleased.

She nodded and fist-bumped you. “Yes! You like it?”

“I love it,” you replied, finishing off your mini cucumber sandwich.

Joey, Kaleb, and Jason came to support you and Rachel, in black tuxedos. They were surprised by how well your sculptures turned out.

Joy, the ‘dad’ of the group, pointed out the torso you sculpted.

“Who’s that?”

You looked at him confused. “Hm?”

“The torso.” He leaned closer to the sculpture, crossing the barrier around it with his head.

“That ain’t mine,” He looked at Kaleb and Jason, “and definitely not theirs. None of us have defined washboard abs…”

Joey’s expression turned into one of horror, “Who did you fuck?!”

You shushed him, covering his mouth with your hand. His eyes were wide as if he just walked on his child.

“None of your business!” You hissed, looking around at the faces who gave both of you judgemental looks.

“Y/N—”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You snapped, walking away from Joey and heading to the snack bar.

You took some small sandwiches and stood in a corner somewhere, far away from the crowd of people in the exhibit. You could hear your heavy breaths as you shoved the sandwiches into your mouth, trying to calm yourself down and forget about the night you had with Jimin.

It shouldn’t be such a big deal for you. You had nothing established with Jimin. You liked him, that was for sure, but nothing could’ve escalated from that. The two of you were friends and would stay like that.

But you couldn’t help but think of how needy his kisses were. Like, as if he had been waiting for you to kiss him, to make a move. How happy he seemed the morning after. You couldn’t fake the affection you two exchanged.

You looked up at the ceiling, thinking of how ridiculous you must’ve looked alone in the corner stuffing your mouth with mini cucumber sandwiches.

“I think you can breathe, now,”

You turned around to see Jimin with his hands in his suit’s pockets. His hair was parted on the side, effortlessly voluminous and stylish. He had a dangling earring in his right and a stud in his left. He looked luxurious. And you were slightly annoyed.

You swallowed your mouthful, “You look great.”

“I would say the same for you, but I think that would be an understatement.” He approached you and appeared to look you up and down briefly.

You looked at the sandwich in your hand. “You want the last one?”

He shrugged, “Sure.”

As he ate the sandwich in one bite, you wiped the crumbs off your mouth and reapplied your lipstick.

Jimin dusted the crumbs off his hands and held out his arm. “M’lady?”

You blushed and took his arm.

You showed him the art in the exhibit, giving little details about the students who had created the sculptures. Jimin seemed to be taking it all in, nodding and stepping closer to look at the art.

It felt normal. You two chatted normally, like before. But you’d be lying if everyone ounce of your body wanted to scream at him and ask why nothing happened after that morning.

Don’t create drama. You ordered yourself. He probably doesn’t want to talk about it anyways.

“Is that-?” Jimin pointed at your sculpture. “Me?”

You chuckled and rubbed the back of your neck. “Y-yeah.”

He stayed silent, and you jumped to fill it.

“I-I should’ve probably asked you about it, to be honest. It’s probably not the best to sculpt someone’s bare torso and display it in front of the public—”

“It’s amazing,” he awed.

You looked at him ins shock, the thought of him being stunned by your work suddenly washed away the thought and anger towards that night.

“Thank you,” you smiled, “that actually means more than you realize.”

You two smiled at each other for a moment, drinking in each other’s faces.

“I know we haven’t talked about that night,” he began.

The rest of his sentence was muffled by the rushing back of irritation and hurt from before. The self-doubt and realization of the difference between you two.

“I’m going to get Rachel,” you started walking away, but he grabbed your arm.

“Why?”

You looked at his grip on your arm and then at his face. “S-so she could show you her sculpture.”

You ripped your arm out of his grasp and walked towards Rachel, leaving Jimin confused.

When you approached Rachel, who was chatting with Joey, she looked concerned. “Y/N? What’s up?”

“I ate too many of those sandwiches, I’m feeling sick.”

Her face grew more worried. “Oh my God, do you need us to come back with you?”

You shoed that idea with your hand, “It’s alright. Stay here,” you feigned a convincing smile, “you deserve it! Your sculpture is amazing.”

She rubbed your arm sympathetically. “Thank you, Y/N. Are you sure, though?”

“One hundred percent.”

“Are you sure, sure Y/N?” Joey interjected, his eyes examining your face for any sign of you lying.

You rolled your eyes and playfully pushed his shoulder, “Yes, father. I’m fine.”

He pouted at your response, “I’m not your father.”

“Then stop acting like it,” you giggled, walking away and out of the exhibit.

You took the bus home, holding back tears of frustration towards yourself and Jimin.

To be honest, you didn’t know why you really wanted to cry or why you were mad at Jimin anymore. Maybe you were madder at yourself, at this point?

When you opened your front door, the tear burst from your eyes and sobs stormed out of your mouth in desperate cries of pain. As you leaned against the door, you felt your body struggle to gain propositional breaths and the taste of salt from your tears in your mouth.

You threw your clutch against the closet across from you and took off your stilettos. You didn’t care if the neighbours heard your frustrated screams and sobs. It had been forever since you cried your frustration and exhaustion out of your body.

You felt the cold tile against your feet as you walked to the bathroom to take off your makeup. You looked at yourself in the mirror, ashamed to see your mascara running down your face and mixing with your satin lipstick. It looked like someone had dumped a bucket of water on your face.

Your limbs felt heavy with sadness as you washed your face of makeup. You hated crying. It made you feel weak and vulnerable. The last thing you wanted was to be the girl who cried about everything.

Before leaving the bathroom you looked into your puffy red eyes using the mirror and gave yourself a peace-sign. You chuckled at yourself. Jesus, I look like a mess.

You changed out of your dress and into a baggy shirt and shorts. Your bed felt like a safe haven around you. Whatever had bothered you felt more like a hum as you wrapped the blankets around your body and quickly sobbed.

You retrieved your laptop from your bedside table and opened Netflix; the solution to all your problems.

In the middle of one of your favourite TV shows, your telephone rang.

The displayed showed that buzzer to the apartment building was paging your apartment. You answered the call, thinking it was Joey checking on you.

“Y/N?” Jimin’s voice echoed on the other end of the line.

Shit.

You sniffled and cleared your throat, “Yeah?”

“Are you okay? You left all of a sudden.” You could hear the genuine worry in his tone.

“I’m fine, don’t worry about me.”

A quick pause, then him making a ‘tsk’ sound. “Is it because of me mentioning the night we had sex?”

You held the bridge of your nose, “Jimin, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Is this why you’ve been upset for the past month?”

An uncomfortable tension sat between you two.

“What am I to you?”

“Jimin—”

“Are we just friends? Are we friends who just have sex? Are we more than friends? Do you want to be more than friends?”

“Jimin, I don’t want to—”

“We need to talk about this, Y/N.” Jimin insisted. “Either through this intercom or in person.”

“I don’t know why we need to talk about this, “ you huffed, sitting up in your bed, “it doesn’t matter.”

“It does!” He suddenly exclaimed. “You’re clearly bothered by it and I want to know why! It may not matter at all to you, but it does to me! So at least give me a moment to ask you what the hell is up and why we didn’t talk about it for a month.”

You stayed silent, stunned by his unexpected outburst.

“Okay,” you meekly replied, pressing ‘one’ on your keypad. The call ended with a loud beep, letting you know that he was allowed into the apartment building.

You two sat across from each other at the dining table, fiddling with the stems of your wine glasses. When you let Jimin, who was still in his tuxedo, into the apartment, you two exchanged quick greetings and you gestured to the table for both of you to sit down and chat.

Now, it was a game of chicken, to see who would start the conversation.

“I enjoyed that night, by the way,” Jimin broke the silence, looking at his wine glass.

You cleared your throat. “I did too.”

“Then why didn’t we talk about it?” He glanced at you before looking back at his glass and chuckling. “Like, if we both enjoyed it so much, shouldn’t we at least mention it?”

“I thought you didn’t enjoy it,” you replied.

He made eye contact with you. “Why?”

You shrugged, “I was waiting for you to say something about it, I don’t know.”

Jimin took a sip of his wine before admitting, “I was waiting for you to say something.”

You both kind of chuckled at each other’s misunderstanding.

“But it’s deeper than that, isn’t it?” He proposed, furrowing his eyebrows. You didn’t answer, so he continued, “I see it when we hang out. Like—something is holding you back. Like something is telling you that what we’re doing is wrong, even if it’s just talking about why curly fries are better than regular ones.”

You giggled at the last part of his sentence, remembering that conversation that you two had.

“So what is it?” Jimin peered into your face.

You found your throat was closing up, and your eyes were burning. You quickly looked up at the ceiling to prevent yourself from crying, but it came to no avail.

“I like you, Jimin,” you breathed. “I like you a lot, but I know we can’t be together.”

“What do you mean—”

“You’re hot!” You held out your arms, gesturing to his figure. “You’re a model, in fact. And me? I’m a struggling art student who isn’t pretty enough to date a model. You can’t be interested in me. It physically doesn’t make any sense.”

You were almost sobbing. “And I hate how I keep falling for you! It’s impossible not to! You’re beautiful on the inside and out, and I don’t even know how that’s possible.” You both chuckled at you complimenting at him while you cry your heart out.

“I just—”

“Can I say something?” He asked, and you nodded gratefully because you were embarrassed about the amount of crying you were doing in front of him.

“First of all, thank you,” he said, making you laugh, “also, I don’t care what you think about your looks. The reason why like you is that you’re a whole different person compared to all those arrogant good-looking models I work with—thank God.”

Jimin got up and sat next to you, grasping your hands in his. “When I hang out with, and your friends, it’s refreshing. I love every single moment of it.”

He wiped the tears on your cheek. “And I love every moment I spend with you. I was ecstatic when you kissed me that night. Not only was it hot that you made the first move, but I had been waiting to do it myself.”

He rested his forehead against yours, making you giggle. “And most of all, you need to not be afraid to talk to me. In order for this, or anything to work, you need to speak your mind and let people know how you’re feeling.”

Jimin chuckled as he pulled away to face you. “Of course, with reason. Don’t call people ‘shits’ even if they deserve it.”

You laughed, again, and wiped your tears as he continued, “There are people, including myself, who would want to hear what’s up with you. Why you’re upset, why you’re crying, because we care.”

He grasped your face. “And as some people say, ‘be your first cheerleader’. You’re more amazing than you think. I know it, Rachel knows it, Joey, Jason, and Kaleb know it. It’s your turn to know, too.”

You leaned against his hand, holding it with your own. “Have you ever thought of being an inspirational counselor?”

You both laughed and Jimin brought you into a hug.

“But you registered what I said, right?” He confirmed.

You nodded against his shoulder. “Yes.”

He pulled away from you, only to kiss you passionately on the lips.

“Can I take you out on a date?” He mumbled against your mouth.

You only hummed in response, unbuttoning his suit jacket, which he hastily took off. His hands traveled up your shirt and found their way to your breast.

“Fuck, no bra?”

“I’m in my home, of course, I took off my bra,” you murmured against his lips, helping him take off his button-up shirt.

“Touché,” he replied, running his thumb over your nipple, which made you shiver with pleasure.

Jimin helped you take off your top, throwing it somewhere on the floor. He kissed down your neck, leaving specks of purple, before sucking on one of your nipples.

You moaned at the feeling and arched your back, leaning into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around your nipple before taking it in your mouth again.

“Jimin—”

“Yes, kitten?”

The new nickname made arousal pool in your underwear.

He looked up at you, waiting for your answer.

You bit your lip. “Don’t stop,” you sighed.

He smirked before resuming his action while messaging your other breast. You grasp the back of his head, enjoying the feeling of his face against your breast.

His hand moved up your thigh, reaching the edge of your shorts. His fingertips skimmed your sides before grazing your clothed core. Your body flinched into his hand before pushing against it, urging him to do more.

“You like that?” He asked coyly, apply pressure on your clothed clit.

You gently rubbed yourself against his hand and moaned.

Jimin grasped your face and kissed your lips hungrily while circling your core with his index and middle finger. You moaned against his mouth as his fingers and your hips slowing heated up your core.

You felt almost come undone, but he pulled his hand and lips away from you.

He must’ve realized your annoyed expression because he was chuckling.

“Can I carry you to your room?” Jimin glanced at your bedroom’s door then back at you.

You kissed him lovingly on the lips before opening your arms, allowing him to grasp anywhere on your body to lift you.

Jimin smiled and hosted you up against his torso with his hands under your thighs. You wrapped your arms the back of his neck, reconnecting your lips with his gently. You felt him slightly struggling to get up from your seat, and you softly pulled away from his face.

You giggled, “I can walk to my own room,”

He made a ‘psssh’ noise, “You’re light as a feather. There’s no need,”

You shrugged and began kissing him again, making you both chuckle against each other’s lips.

When Jimin enters your room with you in his arms, he closed the door by pushing your back against it. You let out a surprised gasp as he kissed your neck, before twirling you around to your bed.

He placed you softly on your bed, placing his hands on either side of your head and peering at you. Jimin just gently smiled at you for a moment, his eye looking into yours.

“I think I’m falling in love with you,” he sighed.

You burst into laughter, curling onto your side for a moment before looking back at his offended face.

“What?” He laughed.

“That is about the cheesiest thing you could say right now!” You exclaimed, propping yourself up with your elbows.

“Well, sorry if I was trying to make it a moment.” Jimin rolled his eyes, standing up taller putting hands on his hips.

“Hey, hey,” you got up on your knees to meet him face to face, “it was cute.”

You kissed him, hoping to resume the atmosphere from before. He was stiff at first but melted and began moving his lips rhythmically against yours.

Jimin gently pushed you away from him, causing you to bounce back on the bed.

He started unbuckling his belt, “I think I’ll have to punish you for making fun of me, kitten,”

“What are you doing to do, daddy?” You sarcastically moaned, imitating the pornstars.

Jimin paused for second as he was about to take off his pants. “That was kind of hot.”

You rolled your eyes, “Just fuck me already.”

He winked at you before removing his pants and crawling on top of you. He left open-mouthed kisses down your neck and the valley of your breast, before stopping at the brim of your underwear. He looked up at you as he hooked his fingers around the sides of your underwear.

“Please,” you quietly pleaded.

Jimin smirked before pulling down your underwear to reveal your pussy dripping with arousal.

He blew a gust of air against your core, making you flinch with pleasure. “So wet for me,” he observed, “I bet I could just fill you up right now.”

You urged your core closer to his face, but he only left kisses on your thigh. His hands massage the inner parts of your upper leg but never touching where you need it most.

When you let out a desperate whine, he kissed your clit. Your hips jutted forward as he began kitten lick your clit.

Jimin lavishes at your core, laying his flat tongue against you. He slowly pushes a finger into you, and you feel yourself clench around it. You feel him groan against you, send a vibration through your pelvis. You look down and make eye contact with him.

All you see is from his nose up, from how buried he is against you. Every now and then, you see his tongue work against your clit, and his finger disappears in you. He’s drinking you up like wine and savouring every single moan you make underneath him.

One finger turns into two, and you find yourself almost shaking. Your hands are a mixture of pulling him close and pushing him away. His hands grip your thighs, preventing you from closing them.

“J-Jimin,” you choke, feeling your fluids rush out of you.

When he’s done licking you dry, he looks up at you and wipes his mouth.

“Thank you,” he simply says before connecting his lips with yours.

You can taste your arousal on his tongue while you kiss him.

You begin to pull down his boxers and flip him over onto the bed. You’re straddling him, now, and your hand moves languidly up and down his shaft. He hisses at the feeling and puts a hand on yours.

“Tonight’s about you,” he took your hand off of his penis and kissed it tenderly.

“But I want to make you feel good,” you purred, taking your hand out of his grasp and putting it back where it was.

He sighed as if he let you do something he didn’t want you to do, “Alright,”

You rolled your eyes and shifted your position. You straddled one of his thighs and began rubbing his cock. You moaned at the sensation of his thigh against your naked core. You could see your clear fluid on his leg as you moved at the filthy sounds it made in the air.

“Fuck,” Jimin muttered with blushed cheeks, “you look so hot right now.”

“T-thanks,” you mustered, about to come undone again.

Jimin stopped your hand from moving, making you stop your movements. You slowed down your breaths and looked at him with confusion.

“I’m really enjoying this—” He tried to catch his breath. “—but, to be honest, I’d rather cum inside you.”

Your eyes widen at the word ‘cum’ leaving his mouth. You felt a sudden wave of stimulation awake in your core, making you lean forward slightly.

Jimin smirked, recognizing that you were being turned on. “Would you like that?” He leaned to your ear, and whispered, “For me to cum inside you?”

You whimpered at his words, nodding your head.

He suddenly flipped your over onto your back. His body was close enough for you to feel his warmth, but his body was touching yours.

His hands grazed against the sides of your thighs, opening your legs so he hips could fit between them.

As Jimin was about to thrust into you, you put a hand on his chest to stop him.

“Condom,” you realized, pointing to your bedside table, “the second drawer.”

“Right,” he nodded, agreeing with you.

“Wait,” you got up from underneath him, opening the drawer yourself and fetching the condom, “can I put it on you?”

“Sure,” Jimin smiled.

You opened the small square package carefully and unwrapped the condom onto Jimin’s hard member. He slightly flinched at your feathery touches, probably from being aroused.

“You want to do this?” You asked.

“More than anything,” he assured.

“You?”

“More than anything,” you replied, leaning on your back.

Jimin hovered over you. You two made heartfelt eye-contact.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathed as he spread your legs gently.

“I love,” he began as he sunk into you, “the way you feel around me.”

You could feel yourself clench around his thick cock. He fit perfectly inside you, filling up every crevice you had.

Jimin pulled out of you, letting his tip stay inside of you, then snapped his hips against you. His thrusts were slow, making sure to fill you up every time. The heels of your feet rested on his lower back, almost pushing him back into you.

“Fuck,” he grunted.

“F-faster, please,” you requested as he began to pound into you.

“You. Feel. So. Good.” He emphasized with each thrust.

“Same to you,” you choked.

Jimin lifted your legs so your knees were closer to the sides of your head. The new position made each of his thrusts hit your g-spot. You became a moaning mess as he plowed into you, and the room was filled with the filthy noises of your core.

“I’m close—” You mumbled.

“Same—” Jimin replied.

In a matter of seconds, you felt your arousal come out of you, dripping onto the sheets. You could feel his spirits of warm cum in the condom inside you.

Jimin fell onto his side to prevent himself from collapsing onto you.

“Fuck,” you said out of breath.

He chuckled and got out of bed. You propped yourself onto your elbow to see where he was going.

Jimin went to your bathroom and dumped the spoiled condom in the rubbish bin. He grabbed a hand towel from your bathroom counter and dampened it with water. When he came back to the bed, he wiped you core softly, smirking at your flinches from oversensitivity.

“Thank you,” you sighed as Jimin tossed the towel into your sink and laid next to you.

He pulled the covers over your naked bodies and pulled your body against his. Your head rested on his chest, and his head was atop yours.

“That was better than the other night,” you admitted, making you both giggle.

“It sure was,” he agreed, chuckling.

You snuggled into the warmth of his chest, and you felt his strong arms wrap around your body.

Your eyes began to feel heavy, and Jimin must’ve been looking at you because he gently pulled away from you.

“Are you falling asleep?”

“Hm?” You sluggishly looked at him and wiped your eyes. “Maybe.”

He giggled, “You’re adorable.”

You only hummed at began closing your eyes again.

“Before you nod off,” he kissed your lips to wake you up, “are you alright to go on a date this coming Friday?”

“I’d love to,” you grinned, connecting both of you lips in a tender kiss.

He smiled, his eyes turning into sideways crescents, “Okay, now you can sleep.”

You cuddled back into him again, and you felt his head rest on top of yours.

Just as you felt sleep start settle into your body, you heard the front door open.

“Y/N!” Rachel’s voice echoed through the apartment.

“Oh my God,” you heard Joey’s voice whisper in shock, “is Jimin here?!”

You pulled away from Jimin and looked him in the eyes with slight fear.

“Do I say anything?” He whispered.

“No!” You shouted back.

“This shirt looks awfully familiar!” Joey responded.

“Calm down, Joey. Let them be.” Rachel hissed.

She cleared her throat, “Thank you, Joey, for walking me home. I’ll see you later.”

“Wait—” You heard Joey begin and then the front door shutting.

“I’m happy for you, Y/N!” Rachel cheered. “But, next time, don’t leave your clothes everywhere.”

You looked at Jimin and you both laughed.

Eventually, you both fell asleep in each other’s arms. And you couldn’t be happier.

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tellywoodtrash · 5 years ago

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immj2 16.11.20 lb

chanchal interrogating ishani, ki did riddhima spill about what happened that day. ishani like no dice, but imma beat it outta her so help me goddddd.

aryan coming throwing shit around. coz vansh has left everything in his will to dadi. thank fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk. none of you snakes are worth 5000 cr. i mean, ishani is, but idk, maybe not that whole amount at once.

ishani is like THANK THE LORD, VANSH HAD AT LEAST ONE WORKING BRAIN CELL. “kahin uss riddhima ko nominee banaa dete, toh humaare sar par chadhke tandav karti woh.” snort.

chanchal telling aryan ki “vansh ke baad saara business toh tuney hi sambhaalna haina”, and lmaoooooooooooooooooooooooo ishani’s face:

i honestly love her the most. MAKE HER THE NEW KING OF THIS EMPIREEEEEEEEEEE. SHE DESERVESSSSSSS IT.

ishani saunters off and chanchal is telling aryan ki anyway dadi ke haath laga hai sab, she’ll write it all to you; coz siya is in a coma, who knows when the fuck she’ll wake up, and ishani is walking talking TNT ka khaaaaan, that’ll blow up any second now. tujhe hi sab milna hai. lol bohut hi zyaada khushfehmi. can’t waitttttt for vihaan (whether he turns out to be vansh or not.......) to come show them thenga.

some parcel came outta nowhere for mummyji and it’s filled with all the stuff of her “long lost son who got kidnapped”. veryyyyyyyy conveniently opened by riddhima.

mummy has started filmfare nom-worthy performance on discovering the relics.

there’s a letter too! basically says i kidnapped your kid for money, but when you didn’t pay up, i threw him in a river. i’m confessing all this coz i’m now dying of cancer and want redemption. sounds to me like someone watched both ‘the prince of egypt’ and ‘badlapur’ in one day and did a mashup of those stories to write this letter.

watch out meryl, viola, jodie.......... mummy has gone beyond filmfare and is now doing OSCAR worthy performance about how she keeps losing kids.

lmao i am aryan, watching this nautanki:

mummy like it’s all coz i neverrrrrrrrrrrr accepted riddhima as a motherrrrrrrrrrr, mujhe maaaf kar dooooo.

of course riddhima’s dumb ass forgave her. god, this chick just tooo easy to scam.

someone’s come to say “final goodbye”. coz he’s taken a transfer. sure.

lmao riddhima is the biggest mood when dealing with an ex who just won’t leave you the fuck alone.

is it just me or has his hair become more........... vansh-y??? like, height-wise.

blah blah he wants to apologize to everyone........... for what exactly? he said he was just doing his job, why to say sorry for that??

lmao ishani has appeared and is ready to kick kabir’s ass. omfg i think this might be my new fav dynamic of this show, ishani v/s kabirrrrrrrrrrr.

RIDDHIMA DOING NOTHING TO STOP HER ALSO, LMAOOOOOO

whole family has appeared and he’s like sorry kehne aaya tha and all and THENNNNNNNNNNN....... NAZAR PADI ON THE TABLE FULL OF ARTIFACTS.

anupriya like don’t touch my son’s shit and........

“yeh sab mere hain!!!!!!!!!”

hahahahahahahhahahahaha ishani is truly my absolute favourite character of this show from now on.

“maaaaaaaaaaaa?????? iska matlab aap meri maa hain??????” lol bohut hi bhadddda actingggg.

riddhima agrees with ishani.

kabir narrates exact story mummy did like 5 min back.

he’s giving proof ki i know the collar of this uniform has a K behind it and everyone’s shockedddddddddd ki oh god yet another middle class orphan is gonna make their way here

wow the terrible acting from mummy and beta is just.......... peak today. i can’t take it.

my question is, kabir has come to this house and seen anupriya a million times before, it never clicked for him then????? anupriya looks to be baaaarely in her 40s, she wouldn’t have looked much different when she was younger. why didn’t he recognize her then. SOMEONE USE YOUR BRAIN AND ASK HIM THAT. ISHANI, ARYAN, SOMEONE?!!!?!?!

ok ishani didn’t ask that but she’s like that kid was thrown into a river, i’m pretty sure he’s dead. and kabir doing extra naatak ki yes, i was thrown into the river but a policewaala saved me and raised me and that’s why i’m police now.

ugh itnaaa sasta acting lol.

high time this pinky and the brain team up and take the rest of these fuckers downnnnnnnn.

lmao riddhima is soooooooooooooo angry rn. she didn’t even get this mad when her fucking husband paralysed her. that’s just how much petty hatred male exes deserve. the fact that that their bitch ass is even alive and wasting oxygen on the damn planet is fucking unacceptable.

OMFG MUMMY BETA ARE LEGIT WHISPERING INTO EACH OTHER’S EARS WHILE HUGGING, GIVING SHABAASHI ABOUT THIS BRILLIANT PLAN. IN FRONT OF EVERYONE. SERIOUSLY, YOU COULDN’T WAIT TILL YOU WERE ALONE???????????????????/

“kamaaaaal ki acting, KAMAAAAL KI ACTING!” lmaoooooooooooo honestly, this show would be fucking unwatchable if not for vishal cheesing it up in every other scene and making it so damn hilarious. kabir played by anyone else would never be this likable. his dialogue delivery of these lines is just A+

lmao he’s hamming some more about how he’s been searching for his mom allllll his life and today he’s leaving the city and finally found her.

LITERALLY EVERYONE ELSE AROUND THEM HAS A FACE LIKE SOMETHING WITH 8+ LEGS CRAWLED ACROSS THEIR DINNER PLATE. IT’S SO HILARIOUSSSSSSSS.

he’s like mom, come with me, and she’s like “tum yehi ruk jao!” and omfggggggg the reactionsssssssssssss:

“ab yeh bhi yaheen rahega?????” alkjdsalkjdlaskjdlaskj chanchal’s no filter ways really come in handy sometimes.

kabir’s like no no mom will come with me. starts leading her out and dadi is like no anupriya is a part of this family and will not leave. and if you can live here in this house................... riddhima will decide that. lmao this should work out well.

kabir trying to jedi mind trick her.

even ishani is pleading in her mind, please riddhima no kehnaaaaa. aaaaaand....

“haan.” great.

big mood.

lmao booooooo, the amount of shit you get away with just coz you’re so stinkin’ cute. you’re exactly like my asshole cat son. just worming your way into my heart by the power of your adorable faces, you absolute bastardssssssss.

oh of course. she had this conversation with vansh, about if mummy ever found her son, he’d like to welcome him into this family as his brother. sentiment mein aakar haan keh diya. BITCH HE DIDN’T KNOW THAT IT WAS GONNA TURN OUT TO BE YOUR EX WHO WAS HAATH DHOKE BEHIND HIS GODDAMN LIFE. IF HE DID, HE WOULDN’T HAVE THOUGHT TWICE BEFORE PULLING THAT UGLYASS GOLDEN GUN ON HIM AND SHOOTING HIM BETWEEN THE EYES.

this is a sweet scene and all but dude how the fuck am i supposed to overlook the fucking ugly beetlejuice suit. if i never have to see this godforsaken garment ever again, it’d still be too soon.

also jesus, were you a goddamn kid just 10 years ago, COZ HOW ELSE THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE A MINION WATERBOTTLE FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD?!!?!?!?!! OH GOD YOU GUYS, IS VANSH JUST 19 YEARS OLD OR SOME SHIT, AND THE BEARD AND THE VOICE THREW US OFF INTO THINKING HE’S 30?!?!?!?!?!!?! OH MY GOD, I FEEL LIKE A PEDO NOW. 28 IS MY LIMIT ON HOW YOUNG I’LL GO FOR WHEN I LUST AFTER SOMEONE.

anyway i’m fwding this scene so that my mind won’t dwell on these horrible possibilities. and that horrible fucking outfit.

lmao riddhima is like kaash tum yahaan hote, tum bhi yehi karte. snort, okaaaay sis.

“tumhari riddhima hoon main. aur hamesha wohi karoongi, jo agar tum hote toh karte.” ok everybody start monitoring your drinks from now on. pata nahi kab kya mila de yeh madam vansh 2.0.

ishani is, how you say................ LOSING IT.

ahahahahahahahahahaha aryan, who's going to town on the punching bag, is like i already picture him here, hence the vigorous mid-day cardio.

“mera toh mann kar raha hai ki main 2-4 jamaa ke aaoon. kabir ko nahi, uss riddhima ko!!!!!!!!” The Biggest Mood, Ever.

“pehle woh bhai ki tarah sochna toh seekh le?!?!?!?” bhai ki tarah chodo, pehle BAS SOCHNA HI SEEKH LE, WOHI BOHUT HAI.

ishani like i’m sureeeeeeeee kabir found out the story about mom’s missing son and now that vansh isn’t here, wormed his way into the house. PRESENTING TO YOU, THE ONLY ONE WITH A BRAIN IN THIS HOUSEEEEEEEEEEE. THE FACT THAT VANSH SLEPT ON HER AS A FUCKING PILLAR TO THIS HOUSE IS FUCKING RUDE.

“yeh sab kuch hua hai uss stuuuuupid riddhima ki wajah se!” that’s what they should call the show.

ew kabir is in riddhima’s room and getting all touchy and LIKE BACK THE FUCK OFF MAN. SERIOUSLY, YOU GOT WHAT YOU WANTED, NOW GO HANG OUT WITH YOUR MOM ALL DAY LONG, INSTEAD OF ACTING SKEEZY.

yeah riddhima pretty much told him that. threw in some more shit about how she’ll hate him till she dies, coz he’s the reason vansh died.

he doesn’t look happy about that. this fucker still wants herrrrrrr. ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. kabir yaaaaaaaaaaaaar, you can do so much bettterrrrrrrrrrr. get yourself an hot evil shawty with 4+ brain cells dude!

she’s dragging him out. nice.

kabir still talking and she’s like do i literally have to kick your ass out?????? damn girl, there’s the spine i like to see.

askljdaslkjslkdjlaskdjlaskdj he’s like main bhi vansh jaisa hoon, iss ghar ka beta hoon. lmao good you said this in front of riddhima and not ishani, warna ***** phaad ke tumhare haath mein de deti.

riddhima also handing it to him, but verbally. but it’s lameass shit like no you’ll never be like vansh, not in 7 janam. like, ok i get she’s really mad at him for what happened, but i don’t get what’s this sudden hatred of his personality?????? she doesn’t know the whole truth and abhi se itni nafrat??? based on what?????

lmao he muttered “woh toh waqt hi batayega” as he was leaving and she’s like BITCH WHAT YOU SAY?!?!?!?!?!?!

hee hee hee hee. i loveeeeeee when he makes his exasperated faces.

some more sweet talk about how she’ll see his intentions aren’t bad at all, and she’s like justttttttttt gtfo my room man.

"kahin kabir ko yahaan rehne ki permission dekar kuch galat toh nahi kar diya???” LMAO YA THINK?????????????????????/

haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaye. finally. aankhein taras gayi thi.

bro refusing more shady work coz “abhi mere paas chote-mote kaamon ke liye time nahi hai. kuch bada plan kar raha hoon.”

mmmmmmmmmmmm baby what that mouth do??????

“vansh ki body ka toh main antim-sanskaar main kar chuka hoon.” ohohohohohohohoho symbolism samajhhh rahe ho aap loggggg???? new identity, who disssssssss waala scene hai.

“riddhima vansh rai singhania, main aa rahaa hoon.”

oh aaja, aha aaja, aha aaajaa, ah ah aaaaja, ah aa aaaja, aha ha aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

#ishq mein marjawan 2 #immj2 #immj2 lbs #episode liveblogs

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kingneptunesthinninghead · 4 years ago

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In your opinion, which fast food place has the best fries? i love me some mcdonald’s fries.

Are there hurricanes where you live? they happen every once in a while

What do you hate the most about yourself? I'd really rather not get into this right about now. same

What song are you listening to right now? nothing but catch fire by 5sos is stuck in my head.

What was your first concert? brad paisley 🤠.

What’s your favorite Johnny Depp movie? willy wonka and the chocolate factory

Who did you last say “I love you” to? My sister. probably same

Do you like pumpkin pie? it’s about the only pie i DO like.

Do you know anyone named Austin? no one i like

Do you know anyone who is having a baby? my friend just gave birth to a baby about a week ago

What was the last thing you cried about? i cried in the car on the way home from work last night while listening to jet black heart lmaooo.

Do you prefer regular or chocolate milk? i dont drink milk.

Do you think you are an argumentative person? Definitely not. agreed, i’m conflict avoidant to a fault

How many deep dark secrets do you have? i dont think i have any

What was the spiciest thing you’ve ever eaten? the hot wings from bonchon were pretty f’n spicy

Who last called you sexy? i dont remember

Would you class yourself as a good role model? i think for the most part

Are you scared of the dark? sometimes i am

Do you have a motto? nah.

Who did you last see on webcam? my club committee from school

Do you need a haircut? i just got one about a month ago so not atm

How would you react if your mother told you that she was pregnant again? that would be impossible considering she’s in menopause and has her tubes tied

You log into Facebook and see the red ‘1’ notification next to the message icon. Who do you want it to be? no one i hate facebook

Would you rather exercise alone or with other people? most of the time alone but sometimes i’ll exercise with my sister or in a structured workout class

What is the most difficult or involved video game you’ve ever played? any bc i suck at video games

Ever watch the show Supernatural? nope

Ever heard of flavored honey? If so, what’s you’re favorite flavor? i’ve heard of it but never tried it

Do you remember what your favorite show was when you were little? i went thru hardcore icarly and victorious phases, also LOVED spongebob

Do you put anything besides cheese on grilled cheese sandwiches? sometimes i’ll do bacon on mine

When it comes to books, what do you think is the “perfect” amount of pages? the length of a book has never deterred me from reading it, ever.

Would you ever be interested in going scuba diving? maybe

Out of all of your friends/relatives, who would you say has the best vocabulary? not to toot my own horn but me

Are any of your fingers or toes deformed? What about the nails? no

When is the last time you cried? didnt i already answer this

Would you ever date somebody that has been divorced more than once? mm prob not

What are some stereotypically nerdy things that you like? i guess marvel and space would count

Have you ever attended a wedding that ended where the bride and groom didn’t actually get married? What happened? no but i’ve attended several weddings of people who have quickly divorced

What scares you the most about becoming a mother (hypothetically, if you don’t want to have children)? raising them to be a good well adjusted person.

Would you ever want a job in fashion? What would you enjoy about that type of job? prob not

Would you ever be a surrogate mother? nope

What do you think would be the best and worst parts about being a twin? i would love having that strong of a bond with someone and having someone to go thru life with but i would also feel like i never had anything that was truly mine esp in early childhood

Do you feel that your childhood was more rough compared to others around you? my childhood was great compared to a lot of peoples and i’m extremely thankful for that

How would you react if you found out today that you were actually adopted? i would feel betrayed that i’d lied to for 20 years

Have either of your parents ever cheated on one another before, that you know of? How would you react if you found out today that one of them cheated? not that i know of and again i would feel crushed and betrayed

Do you like cleaning and organizing? when i’m in the mood for it

How would you react if you found out you were infertile? If you don’t plan on having kids to begin with, what is a long-term goal you’d be crushed to find out was impossible to achieve? i would definitely be upset bc i want to have at least one biological kid but in the end i would find just as much joy from adopting a child and giving them a loving home.

Would you take your dream job if it were out of the country? it depends on what other factors are in my life at the time

Have you ever been robbed? no

Is anyone close to you an alcoholic? my friend at college and that’s not even a joke that’s genuine. i think he’s getting the help he needs tho which is good

Have you ever dumped anyone? no

What kind of tea do you drink? I hate tea. same it tastes like dish water

Do you know anyone in a gang? No, and I hope I never do. same

What’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for you? omg i still remember this bc i was blown away by how sweet it was. so in 9th grade i had one friend in my pe class and idek how we started talking but we just stuck by each other bc we didn’t have anyone else and we sat at our own table right by the teacher’s desk in health class and we actually became pretty close friends throughout the year well anyway i mentioned my birthday was coming up and she asked me what i wanted and i was like no you don’t have to and she was like do you want flowers and i was like sure why not and i didn’t think she was gonna actually do it but then on my birthday she shows up to health class with these beautiful purple flowers and i was so shocked that she actually got them for me so yeah i’ve never forgotten that ever. she moved away after that year and i never saw her again but i hope she’s doing well

What is your orientation? Gay? Straight? Metrosexual? straight but i have questioned before.

Have you ever done anything really dangerous or illegal with friends? nothing too wild

Name three feelings you’re feeling right now: bored, content, excited

And the reasons for these feelings? bored bc i’m at work, content bc i like the way my life is going rn, excited bc i get to go back to school and see all my college friends soon.

How do you feel about your life right now? pretty pleased at the moment

Is it easy for you to like yourself? Why or why not? no. it’s a conscious choice to like yourself that you have to make everyday and some days that choice is easier to make than others

What subjects come naturally to you? English, some aspects of science. agree with this, i’m very good at english and i understand some science

What subjects do not? MATH

Do you read more fiction or more non-fiction books? fiction but sometimes i like a good non fiction book.

How has today been for you? pretty good nothing too exciting

What did you do? watched tv and went to work

Are there any candles lit in the room you’re in? no

Are there any lava lamps near you? nope.

Do you like cats or dogs better? Cats. agree i have 4

Are any of your friends a pothead? yes, several

What’s a goal you’re trying to accomplish soon? start working out consistently again and get into therapy.

Are you a high maintenance person? nope

The last time you yelled as loud as you could, what was the reason? i was at a karaoke night

Have you ever been heartbroken? yep

Who did that to you? my ex crush

Did you go through an ugly stage as a kid? ohhhh yeah

The last type of sandwich you made or ate: a ham and cheese sandwich with pepperoni and mayo

The last time you spent most of the day in bed: when i was at school and i had stayed up until 6am the night before.

The last friend or acquaintance you made: my coworker

The last thing you took pictures of: a rainbow

The last time you were scared: when i thought a car was following me the other night

The last thing you looked up online: manic panic hair dye.

The last thing you disagreed with: i don’t remember.

Does your house have a separate laundry room? yep

Do your parents still help you financially? yes, a lot

Does your car have a backup camera? nope.

Have either of your parents ever been in trouble with the law? not to where they’ve been arrested

Have you ever had a pet that lived to be really old for its breed/species? my childhood cat lived to be 18 which was pretty impressive.

What was the last strong scent you smelled? my cat’s fart

Have you ever told someone to their face that they were ugly? no way

Is your bed against more than one of your walls? nope

Have you ever been attracted to someone’s parent? um yes some people i know have dilfs i’m sorry

Have you ever pole danced before? no

Have you ever broken into someone’s house? no.

Have you ever seen a live bat? yup at a beach house in the obx

What is the most amount of money you’ve spent on a meal before? i bought bonchon for my friends and i one time which was just about $100

Have you ever taken a woodshop class? no

How much time do you spend on Facebook, if you have one? as little time as possible.

Has a teacher ever made you hate yourself/your work? i had one math teacher in high school that consistently made me feel dumb bc i needed extra help to understand the concepts and couldn’t do mental math that fast so didnt like her

Have you ever been on the barrier or front row at a concert? closest i’ve been was second row

Are your parents supportive of you? yep

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Hello! I am sorry to bother you but I am a senior getting ready for college this year. I am in the US and I wanted to major in the same thing you did, do you have any possible tips for me? I still haven't even looked for colleges that would be best for animation majors so I figured if you were up to giving out any tips/saying any basic ideas if you wanted to/if you had the time to then maybe I'll have a better idea! I apologise for if I sound weird! I'm tried to word it correctly but I can't 😿

hi!! i’m totally down to share my experiences! someone else also had some questions so i’m going to put them all together in this post haha, hopefully this helps! it’ll get pretty long so apologies ahead of time but art school is a lot to think about so i wanna be as helpful as i can around it, its a lot of time and money. I’m gonna put it all under a read more cus it is really really long!

i wanna start off with the fact that I had the privilege of attending school in a financially stable environment, my parents were/are really supportive so w merit scholarship i only came out with around 20-30k in debt and i also had housing support my entire time in school. they were ok with me focusing on academics so i didn’t hold a retail job unless i was out of school like summer/winter break. Ofc though i regularly take commissions/do merch/cons to try and pay for all bills that arent rent cus i did want to be financially independent where it was possible. I also did try and work during the semester but everytime i did my body would deff start to breakdown from the fact that i didnt wanna compromise schoolwork with jobs.. so just read ahead know this experience is from a student who was able to attend focusing only on school work for most of the time!

the biggest thing is knowing art school is not required to become a professional in either freelancing or industry! there are a huuuge amount of online tools and classes these days that provide the exact same education and for cheaper too. i think it depends on what experience you prefer/can handle/want but it’s definitely possible to make art/animation art your living without higher education. the thing that college will for sure give you though is the ability to meet deadlines, work even when you dont want to, and connections with peers+teachers. i think the connections part is invaluable because you’re basically coming out with a network of people you already know and who know you!

also its good to know if you want to attend/can handle art school! it’s a lot of time and energy and students get burned out really fast. the best piece of advice i got before going was ‘if you draw every single day, even if its for only like 5-10 minutes or a doodle for a whole year you should be fine’ consistency is super key because you’re attending school to draw, and you’ll have to create work for stuff you aren’t excited for at some point or another. burnout is extremely real and the only reason i didn’t experience it was probably because i got super into drawing naruto fanart again inbetween sophomore and junior year! it helped give me something to draw seperated from school which is the only thing i was drawing for since i had entered rip. a heads up id also consider myself a workaholic so i fit in ok with the ‘art school’ environment but it is suuper unhealthy. if you are fantastic at managing your schedule then it’s definitely possible to take care of yourself! freshman year i got 8 hours a sleep a night and only pulled all nighters for some second semester finals at the end. sophomore year + up though i ended up prioritizing hw over sleep and like for sure, definitely shortened my life span. there’s another q down below where i’ll go more into detail but ya, be careful w ur work balance!

another tip especially for animation is knowing for a fact what type of animation you’re looking to go into, and what the school is offering. I didn’t think i’d get into art school at the time so i only applied to two places + decided if i didnt get into either id attend community to get credits out of the way while building portfolio. honestly? i did not do a lot of research LOL but like i did end up having the chance to tour and stuff! just know that each school will have a very different curriculum. The main differences are schools that prioritize 3D (cg animation, cg modeling, ect) and 2D/traditional (hand drawn, ‘oldschool’, digital or traditional based) this is a huge difference so make sure you do research for it! in most cases a 2D/traditional program will also offer 3D since it’s at the forefront of the industry animation wise rn. My school taught 2D but like hand drawn on physical paper 2D, frame by frame. while it was a good experience it’s super outdated because digital tools make it way faster + easier! i’d recommend looking for a program that is digital 2D over traditional 2D.

if after your senior year covid is still affecting campuses in the US to keep them shut down i’d recommend attending a community college to get credits and then transferring into school. one of the negatives is paying money for gened classes when ur not there for them; if you can get them out of the way sooner and cheaper there is absolutely no negative + you could graduate earlier or use the extra time for better work or to work a job!

these are all the general tips i think i’d give on like a broad basis of attending or not to think about? let me know if u have more q’s! someone asked q’s im answering below that go more into personal experiences + work culture so heres those:

- how many hours a week do u spend studying, in class, otherwise making art? like how much of ur life does it consume?

I was basically working on art.... 24/7! since i wasnt working a job at the same time i crammed as many credits as possible into my schedule so on avg i did 18 credit semesters (around 6 classes) art classes go for 6 hours and non art go for 3, so i’d spent around 30-35 hours in class a week! hw wise it varied on the class but combined it would be around 35-50 hours a week... im guessing? on average studio classes would have 8-10 hours of hw, maybe 5 for a light week, and gened classes 5 hours w them all combined. or this was probably how things were before junior year? junior+senior year i had thesis + everything else ontop.. i’d spend around 30-40 hours on thesis a week with other classes ontop of that bc my film was super long cus im a dummy!

- is it hard going to art school n realising that altho u were probably quite talented… so is everyone else? Like. all of a sudden. ur not special and everyone seems as good as u, you know? More generally, how do u deal with comparison?

kinda?? i think instead of the idea of like you vs others it feels more of like a competition at first to be the best. this varies hugely on school culture though; my animation year was really friendly with each other and get along extremely well, so my answer to this is v different than some others who attended different schools. i think that the idea of ‘comparison’ only lasts a portion of the first year because at some point you realize that it’s not a who’s better as much as its a ‘these are my coworkers’ type thing? like healthy competition 100% because we’re all working to improve but i think most of us learned pretty early on that viewing each other as peers going into the same workforce helped a lot. also at some point everyone develops their own style/starts to develop their artistic preferences so there isn’t a way to compare whos 'better’ anymore? i dont think there ever is tbh because style is appealing based off of an individuals preferences. If anything realizing everyone else is also amazing makes you wanna work harder ig? or thats how i felt! it’s inspiring to be surrounded by so many people who create such amazing work.

- is there a lot of workaholic culture? all nighter culture?

100000% there can be a workaholic and all nighter culture. i know people who avoided it and thats honestly fantastic because i fall super easily into that pit. sometimes i’ll pull all nighters on a personal project just because i really want to finish it... i am definitely considered a workaholic all the way through and its not healthy rip... i’d estimate at the worst i was pulling 2-3 all nighters a week and only 4-5 hours of sleep on the nights i didn’t? that was only for one year tho, after that i was like yeah ok this is really bad for my health in the long run LOL so i tried to cut it down to one all nighter a week and around 5-6 hours of sleep the rest of the week! by senior year my decision to cram in full semesters paid off and i was able to consistently get around 7 hours of sleep a night + no all nighters minus finals since my schedule was lighter despite thesis 😭 while there is that culture i don’t think people view it as like a badge of honor or something to be proud of anymore which is good, we mostly view it as a flaw of the art school system and something that needs to be fixed!!

- are you glad u did it? how did u know it was what u wanted?

i am glad i did it! i’m definitely in a limbo right now of if it was worth both my time, money, and my parents money rip but i think with what i got out of it i definitely wouldn’t be as far skill wise or knowledge wise when it comes to the art industry. i would say it was only worth it for be because i had so much support going in though so i was able to focus so much on improving. if i had only been able to put in part of the effort and not make full use of the resources provided i would honestly have a different answer..

i knew it was what i wanted when i realized i really couldn’t see myself pursuing a different profession happily! despite all the bumps and stuff im fully in love with drawing still and feel honored that it’s a field that can provide a living. my second profession choice was to go into culinary school? and third option i think going was into music cus i was also a band kid hehe.

- how do u cope with ur hobby becoming ur job? how do u deal with art going from something u do for fun to something u do on command constantly?

i think seperating work art from personal art is important! in my case im doubling naruto into being personal work so i have something to fall back onto that isn’t work related. its been a hyperfixation for 12+ years? so drawing it at this point is just like personal art imo. some people have hobbies outside of art and only draw for their job! i think after attending classes for so long the idea of hobby turning into job feels extremely natural? also i enjoy doing it so thats a huge plus!

sorry this is SO long but i hope i answered your guys’ questions! if you have more just lmk!

#anon #ask #long post #im so so sorry this is like long as shit #ill literally tell you guys everything though art school should not feel like a mystery esp if ur planning to go into it!#Anonymous

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