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junghelioseok · 4 years

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repose.

↳ spending all hallows’ eve with your best friend is a tradition that becomes even more important now that he’s your boyfriend too.

◇ hoseok x reader ◇ fluff | almost smut | werewolf!au ◇ 1.3k [1/1]

⇢ the aftermath of covenant, sorta. please read it beforehand.

notes: happy hobiween/all hobis’ eve! here is my cheesy lil offering for the season. 😊

There’s a noticeable chill in the air when you open the front door of Hellebore, signaling the arrival of autumn at last. Inhaling deeply, you savor the crispness of the morning, watching from the step as the city awakens from her slumber. A mail truck trundles down the street, delivering packages and envelopes door to door. Somewhere in the distance, a dog barks.

Behind you, the kettle begins to whistle, shrill and piercing, and you take one last deep breath before turning back into your shop. Grabbing a canister of tea from the shelf, you prepare a pot and two cups. The bell over the door chimes just as you are filling up the second, and you smile as your guest’s footsteps come to a stop just a few feet away.

“You’re right on time.”

“I’m nothing if not punctual,” Hoseok replies with a grin, sweeping a lock of windswept auburn hair off his forehead before stepping forward and closing the gap between you. His arms wind gently around your waist, lips finding the junction of your neck and shoulder where his mark sits, and you shiver when he presses a soft kiss there. “Besides, I missed you. I came as soon as I could.”

Your smile widens. Leaning back, you let Hoseok envelop you in the furnace-like heat he naturally radiates, relishing the feeling of being in his arms. Despite the chill, he’s wearing only a charcoal blazer and matching slacks, his maroon tie loose around his throat. And somehow, even though he’s just come inside, it feels as if he’s been sitting beside a roaring fire for hours. Sighing, you let your eyes flutter shut, savoring the warmth. Your relationship is nearing the one-year mark, yet you still feel like it could all come crashing down if you make even a single misstep.

Speaking of which…

“How’s your dad?” you ask, turning in your beloved boyfriend’s embrace so you can see his face.

Hoseok frowns, his brows furrowing. “Grouchy,” he admits after a moment’s thought. “Nayeon’s family gave him hell after I broke off the engagement. You’d think they would’ve backed down by now—I mean, it’s been months—but the message just isn’t sinking in. Mr. Im is even threatening to take over the company.”

“JungTech?” you query. “Can he do that?”

“I’d like to see him try.” Hoseok’s voice dips into a low, rumbling growl, and you suddenly remember that he’s the alpha of the Gwangju pack for a reason. “The board is standing by me, and I don’t intend to let that change. As long as they trust in my leadership—as long as they trust me—everything will be fine.”

In the back of your mind, Bast stirs. There's a shift and a tug on the soles of your feet, and then your familiar is materializing, the shadows coalescing around him in the shape of an inky black cat. Hoseok glances down when Bast winds around his ankles, his face breaking into a smile as he leans down to give your feline familiar a scratch behind the ears in greeting. “Let’s talk about something else,” he says as Bast begins to purr. “It’s All Hallows’ Eve, after all, and we should be celebrating. Do you have everything we need?”

Over the years, it’s become an annual tradition for you and Hoseok to spend the final day of October together, decorating Hellebore and getting ready for the influx of trick-or-treaters that will undoubtedly begin knocking come nightfall. The counter lining the far wall of your shop is spread with an array of pumpkins in varying shapes and sizes, as well as a tall stack of unlit candles and a pile of ripe red apples, and Hoseok beams as he plucks a piece of fruit off the top and takes a bite.

“Happy All Hallows’ Eve,” he says once he’s swallowed. “Have I told you that you look gorgeous yet?”

You laugh and let him twirl you in a slow circle. All Hallows’ Eve is the one time of year you indulge in all of the stereotypes about your kind, donning a classic black pointed hat and carrying around a broomstick. Your dress is a deep, plummy purple this year, and you’ve applied lipstick to match. You’d even found Bast a tiny witch’s hat of his own, but he’s stubbornly refused to wear it and has instead hidden it somewhere you haven’t been able to find yet.

“You don’t have a costume,” you point out once you’re facing him again, reaching up to stroke through his rumpled hair. “Do you want some face paint?”

“Paint and I don’t really get along,” he says with a chuckle, no doubt citing his questionable artistic abilities. “Besides, I come preloaded with the perfect costume—or do kids not dress up as werewolves anymore?”

You heave a dramatic sigh. “Fine, fine. I guess if I can dress up as a witch, you can be a werewolf.”

Hoseok grins and pecks your cheek affectionately. “Can’t beat authenticity,” he murmurs, before finding your lips in a longer, languid kiss. His hands anchor at your waist, and you indulge him for a few precious moments before reluctantly pulling away and picking up a pumpkin off the counter.

“Here,” you say, pressing it into his arms. “Stop trying to distract me and start carving.”

Hoseok dips into an exaggerated bow. “As you wish.”

You roll your eyes, but your laugh is impossible to hide. Picking a spot on the counter, you set up your tools, selecting a knife and examining the blade. Hoseok takes up residence beside you and plops his pumpkin down, plucking up a knife of his own.

It’s easy—digging your blade into the top of the pumpkin and carving around the stem. It comes naturally, after so many years. Hoseok grimaces in disgust when he has to scoop out the first handful of seeds—just as he always does—and after a few more handfuls you finally relent and tug his hollowed pumpkin over to help.

At first, you don’t notice when Hoseok steps away, too focused on getting every last seed out of your pumpkins and setting them aside to roast later. But it’s impossible to miss the hands that suddenly materialize around your waist, gliding down until he’s palming at your hips.

“Hobi—” His name escapes you in a whisper. “What are you doing?”

“You smell good,” he murmurs, lowering his head to the crescent-shaped mark at your clavicle, his tongue darting out to lave across the tender skin. “It’s distracting.”

Your head falls back, your eyes fluttering shut as you instinctively allow him more access, and you feel him smile against your throat when a soft sigh escapes your lips.

Slowly, Hoseok begins kissing a trail up the side of your neck, one hand sliding up to cup your cheek. He turns your head gently toward him, just enough so that he can slant his lips across yours, and you immediately part your lips to allow him access. You arch beneath his touch, and when he presses his chest against your back, you keen at the feeling of his rapidly hardening cock against the curve of your rear. Hoseok is all you can feel and all you can taste, the tartness of the apple lingering on his tongue and mingling with his fresh, woodsy scent.

The resounding splat of a fallen pumpkin brings reality crashing back down. You and Hoseok break apart, staring down at where the orange squash lies in pieces on the tiled floor. Slowly, you trace the path it must have taken off the counter, following it all the way up to black paws and a pair of sharp, golden eyes.

Figured that’d get your attention, Bast remarks, turning away and flicking his tail. Save it for the bedroom, horndogs.

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tteokggukk · 4 years

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welcome to my youtube channel → kth

✳ pairing: idol!taehyung x youtuber!reader

✳ genre: fluff, taehyung scenario, stranger to lovers, reader is an artist who posts art videos on youtube

✳ warnings: none!

✳ words: 2.9k

✳ a/n: hello, this is my second bts oneshot/scenario. i just like to write for fun but if you’d like to let me know if there’s anything i can improve on please do so! i’d love to know how to improve. anyways, i hope you enjoy!

"Hey guys, welcome to my YouTube Channel."

You spoke in front of the camera. Sets of acrylic paint were spread out across the table next to a stand that held an 18x24 inch canvas. You were in the middle of making your seventeenth video, a highly requested one at that, and deep down you were ecstatic to start working on the painting.

Never in your life did you think you would ever start a YouTube account. You always considered yourself a very shy and private person, not one to go out of their way and broadcast themselves all over the internet. Your best friends, however, were two very well-known YouTubers and always found a way to include you in their videos and live streams. Somehow people liked seeing more of you, and so you were convinced by your best friends and the audience to start your own YouTube channel.

But you weren't very accustomed to bringing a camera everywhere with you to document and share whatever was happening in your daily life, you found it too awkward and you were still camera-shy, so you decided to create content in a way that would still keep you comfortable while doing something you loved.

An art channel.

Your channel blew up pretty fast. Requests started pouring in here and there. You became known for your very calm demeanor and artistic skills, so you took this as an opportunity to sell your works online as a way to earn some extra money for your future. Occasionally, you'd do lives to talk to your fans and you were happy at the support they showed you, which only encouraged you to keep making videos.

"This was a highly requested video, and I honestly can't wait to get started," you told the camera, mentally telling yourself to insert the comments and messages you got in your DMs to paint this Adonis-like human being. The requests started coming in after you had an Instagram live where you did some quick sketches while playing some of your favorite songs in the back, and people noticed one of the songs you played was by him.

"You guys also asked if I could sell this painting, but because of the "high demand"," you spoke, adding air quotes, "I'd like to keep it up for auction so the proceeds could go to different fundraisers."

You started mixing different colors in your palette and showed everyone the picture for your reference.

"So, without further ado, today I will be painting Kim Taehyung."

"Hey guys, welcome to my YouTube Channel."

Taehyung watched as you spoke in the video, looking behind you to see a bunch of art materials. The title of the video was left ambiguously, only being named most requested video, leaving him no clue on what it was you were going to create this time.

He's been watching your videos for quite some time now, ever since your channel started rising. Art was one of his major interests and he absolutely adored the way you made your videos with the calming, ASMR-like sound of mixing paint and how you skillfully glided the brush across the canvas. On days when he found himself tired and in need of a quick way to relax, he'd subconsciously find himself binge watching videos on your channel— even repeating several videos since you were only starting. He found it fascinating, but also because he found you interesting.

Because of your channel, he even created an anonymous YouTube account just to leave nice comments on your videos along with a private Instagram account to be able to watch your lives.

Needless to say, he didn't miss that one live where you played the song Winter Bear. It made his whole night, making him sleep with a smile on his face.

"This was a highly requested video, and I honestly can't wait to get started."

He watched as a bunch of comments started appearing onscreen popping up one by one as they gradually got faster, eventually covering you. It took a moment before it sunk in that he was the highly requested person they wanted you to paint. He paused the video, wide-eyed, before shouting in excitement. Jimin had to come in and check what the whole commotion was about.

"Y/n's going to paint me!" Taehyung exclaimed, his mouth turning into his famous boxy smile.

"Ah, the YouTuber you really like?" Jimin smiles before sitting down next to Taehyung who continued playing the video, "I wanna see."

"You guys also asked if I could sell this painting, but because of the "high demand", I'd like to keep it up for auction so the proceeds could go to different fundraisers."

"Wow, she seems really kind," Jimin says, while Taehyung only nods, his eyes glued to the screen.

"So, without further ado, today I will be painting Kim Taehyung."

He felt his heart beat fast when you mentioned his name, and without realizing it his ears have gone all red.

On screen, you began sketching, "You guys have also been sending me a lot of questions lately, which is why I decided to tweet about doing a q&a."

"What questions did you ask?" Jimin asked Taehyung.

"I asked her if being an artist is something she'd like to pursue," Taehyung told him.

"Ooooh, trying to get to know her," Jimin teases, "Our little Taehyungie has a celebrity crush."

Taehyung rolls his eyes but breaks out into a grin anyway, "I just respect her artistry."

"Right, okay," Jimin snickers, obviously not buying it.

Taehyung knew he was telling the truth, though. It was impossible to have feelings for someone who you only knew through a screen. He found you attractive for sure, but he of all people would know that almost no one is completely one-hundred percent themselves on screen. Genuine as you may be, there are still things that are best kept to yourself. He couldn’t lie though, if given the chance to get to know you, he’d never pass up on that offer.

"Someone asked why I don't use that much ready-made paint," You spoke on screen, "It's ‘cause I learn a lot from mixing my own colors, and also I just really enjoy it."

The painting was beginning to come together halfway through the video and Taehyung's question finally made its way to you. "Kimyeontan95 asks, ‘is painting a career you want to pursue? I love your work, by the way’."

"That was basically I love you," Jimin holds back a laugh, earning him a light punch in the arm from Taehyung.

"Thank you so much, kimyeontan95, and no, painting is just a hobby of mine and a way to earn some future savings. I actually really want to be a novelist."

Taehyung smiled after hearing you answer his question. Later on, the video was over and his portrait was complete. He hurriedly redirected himself to the link that was provided for the auction.

Something in him wanted to have that painting no matter what, so he set himself as the highest bidder and eventually had it mailed to his home where he put your work up in his room to cherish.

A day after your video was posted, you woke up to a thousand notifications from your phone. Hundreds of people were mentioning you in tweets and you had numerous missed calls from your best friends and some texts telling you to check your online art shop. You groggily scroll through your feed, a bit confused as to what was happening.

I wanted to buy this painting and I had it in my list, but now it's unavailable!

Y'ALL WHAT RICH KID SET THE HIGHEST BID TO A MILLION DOLLARS IM CRYING

@yourtwittername are you planning to sell a new collection?

a million dollar bid wtf swownwowksodiowl

Someone just bought all of @yourtwitterusername's paintings. I'm crying in broke eye—

but like what if taehyung set that bid? @yourtwitterusername

What?

I just woke up and my mentions are pouring. What is going on? You tweeted.

Thousands of replies began coming in leaving you feeling overwhelmed and confused on where to start. Everyone was telling you to check your site, and so you did. You felt your heart almost stop beating when you saw that every single artwork you had up for sale were sold out. Nothing was left behind. You checked your emails, and the confirmations were there.

How could this have happened overnight?

ALL MY WORKS ARE SOLD OUT?!?!?!?? WHO COULDVE DONET THIS??? You tweeted, hands shaking.

You felt your heart race, a wide grin that could go even wider if possible was plastered on your face. You tried to stop yourself from screaming in excitement but couldn't so you ended up jumping up and down and doing happy dances before calming down to assess the situation. Finally, you sat down in front of your laptop to see where all your works were being shipped to.

Replies started coming in.

CONGRATS YOU FIGURED IT OUT

WILL U RESTOCK

AHSKWJOA CONGRATS BB

I'M SO HAPPY FOR U

BUT Y/N WHO BOUGHT THEM ALL

Checking your emails, you discover that your art works were all bought by one person. Anonymous. There was no name and someone requested to have their personal information redacted.

Anonymous? Surely this wasn't a joke?

The person kept their name anonymous. You tweeted and muted the notifications just to allow yourself to focus on finding out who it was that bought everything.

At the bottom of all the removed personal information, there was one username that you were sure you've heard or seen somewhere.

@ Kimyeontan95.

Underneath the username was a short but sincere message.

"Your videos have always helped me wind down after a long, busy day. I can't express how much you inspire me with your talent and how I wish someday you'd teach me to be half as good as you, as I'm not very gifted in the painting department. I admire how you put your gifts into good things, and I very much idolize you in one way or another. This is just a small way of showing my support for you, but also because all your works are amazing and I'd love to have a small room filled with my favorite art works. I look forward to reading works of yours soon, future novelist.”

Feeling the heat creeping up on your cheeks, you smiled to yourself. The letter was definitely heartfelt and you wanted so badly to thank the person who sent it.

Later that afternoon, you decided to go on live to personally thank the anonymous buyer for buying your works and for sending that wonderful note. You fixed yourself up a little bit and pressed live as thousands of your followers began to tune in.

"Hello, everyone," you greeted, smiling. Replies with greetings started coming in and you couldn't help but chuckle at the eager messages your followers were sending. They truly made you happy.

As expected, several questions began pouring in.

"Right, so, I wanted to do this live because of what happened. As you may have noticed, all my works were suddenly sold out which definitely took me by surprise," you started, "Unfortunately the buyer left everything anonymous. They only left what I assume is a username and a short letter, which I will keep to myself for personal reasons."

@follower1WHAT

@follower2 will you keep selling your works?

@follower3 THATS SUCH A SWEET GESTURE THO OMG/

@follower4 am I the only one who thinks a secret admirer bought it

@follower5 check my YouTube channel I made a theory on who bought her works

@follower6 i rlly think it's taehyung

@follower7 I’'m so proud of you :(((

"If the person who bought all of my paintings is watching this, I really want to thank you from the bottom of my heart. I appreciate the letter as well, you've honestly made me the happiest person on Earth," you smiled.

@follower8 AWWWWW

@follower9 ANON COME OUT

@follower10 i really wanna know what the letter says

@ Kimyeontan95 I'm glad :)

Your heart stopped at one of the replies. You took your phone immediately from its fixed position with wide eyes and began scrolling up fast because of the immediate replies coming in. Wasn't that the username?

@follower11 what's going on?

@follower12 y/n are you okay?

You could no longer find the reply so you set your phone down, fixing it back in place.

"For a second I thought the person who bought it was watching my live," you sighed and smiled nervously, "So anyways— I'd really love to express my gratitude so if they're watching, please contact me. I can't say thank you en—"

Suddenly the replies were frantic. People were sending keyboard smashes here and there. Only a few of them were actual coherent comments. "What is going on?" You asked as you began scrolling through.

@follower13 Y/N CHECK VLIVE

@follower14 TaEHYUNF IS ON LIVE

@follower15 I kNEW IT THOUGH???

@follower16 Y/N CHECK TAEHYUNGS LIVE

@follower5 Y'ALL I WAS RIGHT I SAID CHECK MY YT

Keeping your live on, you grabbed your laptop as fast as you could to check out the links being sent to your live. When it finally loaded, you could've sworn you'd have a heart attack.

"Oh, I think she's watching me," Taehyung grinned through his live, holding his phone in front of the camera. He quickly shows the viewers his phone screen, which showed your live of you watching him through your laptop. Your eyes widened and you looked back at your phone camera that was broadcasting your live, then back at his live.

Taehyung started giggling, "I guess we're just watching each other, huh?" He smiled. Behind him were packed and unpacked parcels of paintings you recognized were yours. If it was even possible, your eyes grew even wider at this, "Oh my god," you breathed out.

"I should probably introduce myself," Taehyung spoke, "Hello everyone, I'm Kim Taehyung. How are you all doing? Today I’m planning on redecorating my room after our practice. What are the packages behind me? Oh, these are paintings I recently bought."

"Are those my paintings?" You asked out loud, though you knew the answer.

"Are those my paintings?" Your voice echoed from Taehyung's broadcast as your live was streaming from his phone. He grinned sheepishly, "Yes, these are your works, I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all," You smiled, "You were the buyer?"

You mentally slapped yourself for asking such obvious questions, but you just couldn't believe everything that was happening now.

"Yes," he chuckles, "I really love your paintings." Suddenly the sound of Jimin’s voice echoed from behind and Taehyung quickly stood up to lock the door, knowing he’d get the teasing of a lifetime if Jimin came and saw him talking to you.

"Thank you so much, I—" Your voice began to crack and your eyes welled with tears that you tried to fight back, "I really appreciate it. And the letter, that was really sweet."

"No, thank you. Wait, don't cry—" Taehyung spoke nervously.

"I'm just so happy," You laughed while wiping the tears off.

The replies from both ends were coming in like crazy. On one hand, majority of everyone watching found the whole scenario cute and started pairing you two out of nowhere, though there were a few haters on the other. It didn't really bother you, you were just so happy someone you idolized noticed your work.

"I'm glad," he was watching you with a fond smile through his phone, then the sound of the Jin’s voice began coming from outside Taehyung’s room, "Sorry for this sudden grand reveal. I really can't stay on live for too long but I'd love to keep talking to you." He spoke.

"Oh no, that's okay," You spoke fast.

"Do you mind if I send you a message? Assuming you already know the username," he asks.

"No not at all, I'd love to keep talking as well," your heart was beating erratically now. You didn't have to see your face to know how red it was becoming.

"Alright, great. Um, before I end this vlive I just wanna say you're a great artist and to all my viewers watching this, please support y/n's artworks and her channel! If I see any negative comments, I'll be taking responsibility and I'll unfortunately have my agency involved in taking those out," he spoke in a commercial tone kind of voice, "And to y/n, I'll be keeping in touch.” The door from behind him suddenly bursts open and Jin, Jimin, and Jungkook rush inside.

“You were talking to her!” Jimin shouts excitedly.

“Finally!” Jungkook claps.

“Is that why you kept the door locked?” Jin teases.

“Bye, everyone!" Taehyung quickly waves goodbye to the camera and smiles before turning the broadcast off.

You sat there stunned, almost forgetting you were also on live. You turned to your phone which was still recording you, "That was unexpected."

Suddenly, a notification in your DMs popped up. "I'll go ahead and process everything that just happened now, bye guys! See you in my next video." You ended the live with a wave and smile.

You quickly went into your direct messages and found the same username, Kimyeontan95. You opened it and found a picture of Taehyung holding one of your paintings with a peace sign on his other hand, the other members behind him posing with your other works, making you laugh.

Your heart fluttered at the message below the picture.

I hope this isn't too sudden, but would you like to go out with me sometime?

a/n: hello! if you finished it, thank you so much for reading! i hope you liked it hehe. i think i’m gonna keep posting the stuff i write bc i have so many ideas for the other members as well. also this is fun hehe. if you wanna read my other work, let’s fall in love for the night, ← here’s a link! thanks again for reading and please look forward to my future writing/edits.

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buttterknifeee · 3 years

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Tims S/O vs. the batfam

You, the reader, are Tim’s significant other. Congrats! you may think the hard parts over right? WRONG. you need to win over the whole ass Wayne family and heres how it goes.

Alfred

refers to you as Mx. L/N; however as you visit the manor more frequently, he begins to refer to you as Mx. Y/N

Since he refers to you as Mx. Y/N, you call him Mr. Alfred because you feel weird calling him just by his first name

No matter what first impressions you gave off to him, he never shared them due to not wanting to be impolite

you quickly realize that none of the bat fam helps with the chores, so you try to lend alfred a hand whenever possible

you try to be polite as possible around him, and he appreciates it

Dick

Is EXTREMELY protective of Tim

So when you first met him, he did the whole “you break my brother’s heart i will break your face” talk and that was TERRIFYING

Tim tells you not to worry about it, but whenever you were with Tim, you could sense Dick out of the corner of your eye, watching

However, as you spend more time around him, he sees that you’re really in love with tim and hes really in love with you

And you see that tim and dick have an amazing brotherly relationship, something you’ve never experienced yourself

One night, you tell dick that you wish that you had a brother as great as him

In that moment, he decided that he was gonna adopt you as one of his siblings and boom hes your big brother too now.

Duke

Duke being considered the newest person in the Wayne Manor, is basically your liaison, explaining all the dynamics and history of the Wayne Family/Manor

Super Charismatic, though hes clearly being observant of your every move, analyzing who you are as a person

But for the most part, he made you feel really comfortable at the manor

So the day you bought him a 1000 puzzle set was the day you basically won him over

You let him geek out about film and riddles, listening to every word he said, which was something that apparently didn’t happen often to him

Also duke straight up just third wheels you as often as he can

Jason

so basically

you were scared of jason

He was rarely at that manor, especially while you were there but when he was, he came in dragging blood or drinking alcohol

once while you were alone in one of the rooms by yourself, Jason came in, mask off, bandage on his right arm

he asked you, “so why are you dating replacement?”

“Why do you call him replacement?”

“Oh you know, because he replaced me when I died”

“oh. right.” Yeah you’re kinda stupid for that one

It takes a while for you to remember that jason is a vigilante who literally died and came back to life, and it takes him a while to remember that you’re a teenager and not a crime fighting super hero

so yeah your relationship does improve a bit

Whenever you guys get to talk, he always asks you some really deep question that throws you off guard, but you guys end up having really meaningful discussions and you get closer with him that way

Cass

you were even more scared about Cass than Jason

She just silently stared at you sometimes: didn’t even try to hide it

Like duke, she analyzed you a lot during your first meeting with her, although she did it to a more extreme: just by looking at you, she could sense your breathing, heartrate, movements; she was basically reading you soul

From this, should was able to tell just how absolutely frightened you were to meet her, so she made sure to smile to calm you down

Whenever you were alone with her you couldn’t help but feel a bit awkward; not only was there a bit of a language barrier but she was not the most talkative person, at times you just sat in silence

So you would try to do things with her rather than talking: you showed her pictures from your phone, she showed you her fighting moves, and you made conversation through facial expressions and body movements

Steph

VERY AWKWARD SHE PROBABLY HATED YOU IMMEDIATELY THE FIRST TIME YOU MET

i mean whos gonna be happy about seeing their ex’s new s/o not her nope

She kept smiling and laughing but you could see the burning hatred behind her eyes

It took a solid month before she actually talked to you

and it took another month for you to pluck up the courage to ask if she actually hated you

She looked embarrassed and admitted that she did kinda hate you in the beginning but that was solely because you were dating her ex, but she saw how good of a person you were, so she doesn’t hate you anymore

She asked if you hated her, since she kind of ignored you in the beginning

You said no, since she was so cool and you could see why Tim dated someone like her

Yeah so now you’re besties

And you often talking about Tim and his dating antics, sometimes right in front of him lol

Sometimes she would joke about stealing you from him, making sure to give you extra long hugs, and give u a kiss on the cheek just to piss Tim off >:)

Barbara

definitely looked up all your information as soon as she found out you were dating tim

Immediately went to interview mode when she met you

Asked about your future plans with tim, your job, your future college choices, your darkest fears, your median income

“... Im like 16″

Asides from that, shes pretty chill

you dont see her often, but she’s always down for a talk!

Would acted like my aunt from new jersey (in a good way)

Damian

You were super nervous about meeting him

Tim recalled events with him like he was recalling a war

So you were surprised to see a 12 year old kid being the one shooting daggers at you

“Drake brought home another guy/girl/person”

“damian shut the fuck up”

one day you catch him painting in his room

You ask him about his various paintings and he tells you his inspirations from each, going on a long rant for a solid hour

He realizes that hes been lecturing you for an hour and looked at you, blushing a bit

“Damian, you’re an amazing artist.” you say. smiling

Now Damian always tells tim that you’re too good for him, and everytime you banters with tim damian always took your side

Except when he saw you two kissing/cuddling, he would call you guys “disgusting pigs” and bolt out of the room

Bruce

ah, bruce. the final boss

You couldn’t help but feel absolutely terrified.

I mean not only is he a super mega rich business man and also like super famous but hes also BATMAN

you are also almost certain that he doesn’t know who you are despite being with tim for a few months by now

Everytime youre both in the same room he is often too busy to look up from whatever hes doing or rushing past you to go somewhere

Tim often confides in you about being the middle child in the family, meaning that sometimes people dont notice him and its really frustrating for him and for you to hear

One day u and tim are chilling in the batcave and bruce comes it and freezes when he sees the two of you

“who are y- what are you doing here-”

“oh um hello Mr. Wayne”

Bruce kinda just looked at you with a perplexed look, but that was when damian and cass walked by

“Father. Drake. Y/N” said damian, with Cassandra smilng and waving at you, to which you wave back.

“Hey Damian” you say nonchalantly. “I saw that you’re working on a new painting. youll have to tell me ALL about it later.”

“Of course. Im sure you’re aware of Georgia O’Keeffe”

You smiled and nodded, to which he gave the tiniest of a smile back as he and cass headed for the training room

Bruce just stared at you even more perplexed than before, I mean, you just made damian smile

You glanced at Tim, who seemed just as uncomfortable as you

“Oh yeah Y/N, didn’t we have that movie we were gonna watch? yeah lets go like right now.” Tim said as he pulled your arm took you out of the batcave, giving bruce the well talk later look

After that instance he talk to some of his children about you, and they had nothing but good things to say. Even Jason, who literally kills people for a living, put in a good word about you.

The next time you visited the manor, you were greeted by bruce himself, dressed up in a business suit.

“Y/N, correct?” he pulled out his large calloused covered hand and held it towards you

After a brief moment you smiled and took it

“Yeah, thats me”

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A Shitty Love Song (Part 3) - Stiles Stilinski

No Shame

A/N: hi everyone, here is part 3, im sorry i couldn’t post it yesterday. part 4 will be out next saturday! ty for reading, hope you enjoy it

Summary: Y/N is a 17 year old girl who struggles in an epic battle against herself. Whether it is amor’s icy grasp or life’s unexpected course that forces her to finally open up, only one thing is certain. The truth cannot be long hidden.

Warnings: mentions of underage drinking, swearing, mentions of anxiety and panic attacks (if this triggers you in any way, please be careful)

Word Count: 5k

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader (Y/N)

Series Masterlist

(picture is not mine -> credits to @ sanjeevgrover on unsplash)

“I need you. I need you.”

Stiles’ cries had not escaped Y/N’s mind in the past two and a half weeks. On a loop, they played back, the words looming behind every action, every conversation, every thought. Never before had she heard pleas quite like the ones stuck in her head. It had been a real shock seeing her friend in such a state of panic and terror. Being Stiles’ friend, you couldn’t help but notice his anxious quirks and habits, but he had never lost control like that. At least, never in front of other people.

So as the weeks rolled into winter exams, Y/N found herself struggling to stay focused on her studies, her mind often wandering off in unwanted directions. She thought of Stiles, and of his distress, and she thought of those troubling words that still lingered in her mind. But most of all, she thought about how she still had no idea what happened. She had asked, multiple times, but Stiles had shut her down, providing fleeting excuses that she just wasn’t gullible enough to believe.

“Maybe he’s embarrassed.” She had thought to herself. And perhaps this was true. But if that was the case, did it mean he didn’t trust her? Was he uncomfortable around her? Did he regret showing that side of him and if so, what did that say about their friendship? As always, Y/N’s mind overflowed with questions and hypotheses, and there was nothing she could do about it.

As the moonlight shone through her bedroom window, Y/N stood from her chair, her fingers furiously drumming against her chin as she focused, her brow furrowed in concentration.

“New Hampshire, Massachusetts, Connecticut, Rhode Island, uh…New York…” she recited, another overwhelming wave of stress hitting her for the third time that evening.

“Fuck!” she exclaimed, throwing her head back in frustration.

She was nervous. Tomorrow was the last day of exams, and she couldn’t mess it up. She generally had good grades in History, but the past few weeks had been exhausting and she truly was reaching her breaking point, making it more and more difficult to study even the simplest dates and events.

Y/N walked over to her art corner, her gleaming eyes glazing over the patterns of black and grey carefully applied to the canvas of her latest painting. She sighed, burying her face in her hands.

This abstract piece had been started at the beginning of winter exams, but she still hadn’t finished it. It wasn’t really that she didn’t have the time, it was something else. She couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was, but something was stopping her from completing the painting.

Whenever she stood in front of the canvas, unsure hands hovering above her color palette, her fingers retracted. It was a frustrating predicament, constantly coming back to the same issue and not knowing how to get out of it.

Y/N was so tired with it all. She was tired of the studying and the overwhelming waves of anxiety, and she was tired of not hearing from Stiles. She was tired of not finding a way out of her artistic rut and she was goddamn tired of feeling trapped.

Without warning, her eyes filled with water and for a split second, time stood still, before the tears overflowed, chaos crashing into her. Her breathing accelerated and she bit down on the inside of her mouth, pain erupting through her cheek.

“No, no, come on. Stop it,” she whimpered, the tears rolling down her flushed cheeks.

She had reached her breaking point. Slowly, she lowered herself down onto the floor, her back pressed against the foot of her bed. Her toes curled as she gripped the carpet beneath her, the soft fabric a small comfort. Y/N shut her eyes and winced, chaos burning inside of her stomach, and she forced herself to raise her finger up to her nostril, pressing the tip against her humid skin.

“1…2…3…” she gasped as she shakily breathed in the cool night air seeping through her bedroom window.

“1…2…3…” She exhaled loudly but slowly, forcing every last drop of air out of her lungs then back in as she started anew.

Slowly but surely, she felt her muscles start to relax, her weary toes uncurling. The chaos had thankfully subsided.

“This one barely even lasted a few minutes.” Y/N thought to herself, resting her head against her bed. She soothingly wrapped her arms around herself and continued to breathe, the exaggerated inhalations helping tremendously.

A few minutes of silence had passed when suddenly, the familiar buzzing of her phone made Y/N’s quiet bubble pop. Grimly, she made her way over to her phone sitting on the wooden surface of her desk and her red-rimmed eyes glazed over Allison’s name flashing through the bright screen. She answered instantaneously.

“Hey.”

“Hi, Y/N! How horrible is studying going?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, letting out a sharp laugh.

“Decently horrible. How’s it going for you?”

“Well…it could be going better,” Allison chuckled, her warm voice lighting up the room.

“We’re just so tired! Who the hell came up with the idea of making us sit through two whole weeks of exams?” huffed Y/N.

“It’s not that bad. I don’t know about you but my dad’s been acting like my butler.”

“Wow, well, if your new butler wants to start working for me as well, I don’t mind,” Y/N teased, Allison’s laugh echoing through her phone.

“So hey, I was talking with Isaac earlier today and we were thinking, why not hang out by the Hale House tomorrow after exams are done. We could have a bonfire and just celebrate the end of the trimester?”

“Oh my god, that sounds so fun,” Y/N gasped, her heart doing a backflip inside of her chest. She needed to see her friends.

“Yeah! I’ve missed our hangouts,” said Allison.

“I know, I have too. Hanging out and just chilling with everyone by a fire sounds perfect.”

“God knows we deserve a break.”

“What time were you and Isaac thinking?”

“I’m not sure, maybe around 7?”

“Yeah, no problem. What do you need me to bring?” asked Y/N, one hand resting on her hip.

“Um, maybe just a couple of blankets, I’ll text you if I think of anything else. Lydia’s bringing some drinks and the boys are handling food.”

“Okay, great. I can’t wait.”

“Me neither. Good luck with History tomorrow!” Allison exclaimed.

“You too. Goodnight, Ali,” replied Y/N before terminating the phone call.

She slumped into her desk chair and sighed slowly before straightening her back and passing a shaky hand through her hair. She was going to study and nail this exam. And then, she was going to have a blast at the bonfire.

🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙

The excruciatingly demanding day had come to an end and Y/N felt like a huge weight had been lifted from her weary shoulders as she inhaled the cool evening air. The sun had gone down, all that was left was her shadow, following closely behind as she rode to the woods. Her History exam had gone really well considering how difficult it had been to study its content. Exams were over and done with, and the highly anticipated winter holidays were finally here, much to Y/N’s relief. Everyone needed this well-deserved break.

Y/N turned a sharp right onto the gravel trail leading up to the core of the forest, her heart beating with excitement. The chilly air whipped her face as she rode faster, her bike disappearing in a blur of dark trees and thick bushes as she inched closer and closer to the Hale House. Briefly tilting her head up, Y/N’s eyes caught a glimpse of a shooting star zooming through the night sky and disappearing into its dark backdrop in a flash.

After what seemed like an eternal bike ride later, she could finally hear the sounds of laughter and happy chatter echoing around her, and she grinned, entering the large clearing and jumping off of her seat. Her bike crashed onto the ground as she leapt in Lydia’s arms, breathing in the smell of fresh strawberries in their warm embrace.

“Finally! I was starting to think you’d never get here,” exclaimed the redhead. “You don’t pack lightly,” she added, gesturing at the large duffel bag hanging from Y/N’s shoulder.

“Yeah, Ali asked me to bring blankets,” Y/N replied, chuckling.

“Hmm, well our Mom thinks of everything,” joked Lydia.

“What did you just call me?” inquired a soft voice, and Y/N turned, her eyes falling onto Allison’s smirk.

“Oh come on, you know it’s true. You’re basically our mom.”

Allison giggled and put her arms around her friends’ shoulders, leading the pair towards the bonfire a few feet away.

“Well, I gladly accept the title,” she said, her voice light as the sun.

As Y/N got close to the fire, warmth fanned over the few inches of her skin not covered by her clothes.

“Y/N, you’re here!” said Scott, smiling widely, his eyes gleaming through the thick flames of the bonfire.

“Let’s get this party started,” Isaac whooped, his hand reaching for a can of cheap beer, knocking it back in mere seconds.

Y/N grinned at the group. Kira was seated between Scott’s legs, a bottle of coke in her grasp. Isaac pulled Allison down next to him, planting a sweet kiss on her cheek. Y/N’s kind eyes finally settled on Stiles. He was sitting next to Scott, his back pressed against a log, legs spread freely in front of the fire. Their eyes met and he smiled softly, her heart swelling with affection. She calmly sat herself down between Lydia and him, and conversation soon lit up the clearing, the group’s voices bright and excited.

“Can you believe it’s already winter break?”

“Seriously, I feel like we should still be in October,” replied Y/N as she handed Lydia some blankets to pass around.

“How did your exams go?” asked Scott, his eyes flicking from one person to another.

“Decently,” shrugged Isaac, Stiles scoffing at his words.

“You called me up at 2 in the morning asking me if it was true our next exam was Geography and not Econ,” he mocked and Allison laughed out loud, her head thrown back.

“I see I’m not the only one he wakes up in the middle of the night,” she teased, resting her head on her boyfriend’s shoulder, their fingers intertwining.

“Okay, there were some organizational issues, but we fixed them and agreed not to mention them. Ever again,” he replied, shooting a deadly glare at Stiles.

“How do you feel about your exams, Scott?” asked Y/N, swiftly moving the focus away from the guilty blabbermouth seated next to her.

Scott nodded, his bottom lip tucked back in his mouth.

“Honestly, I think I did pretty well. Biology went much better than I thought it would so that’s great. Thank you again, Lyds, you saved me,” he added, sending a grateful look at the redhead who smiled in response.

“You did the work, Scott. It was all you,” she replied.

“I’m actually pretty sure I flunked Biology but the rest was fine,” Allison said. “How did History go, Y/N?”

Y/N grinned widely before bowing before the bonfire, Lydia scoffing at the gesture.

“Yours truly is officially the queen of History.”

“Hey, congrats! Who’s your History teacher?” Kira asked.

“Uh, Mr Hebowitz. You’re lucky you don’t have him, he friggin sucks.”

“Well, I’d take him over my dad any day. Seriously, if I have to hear one more embarrassing childhood story brought up in class, I’m gonna burst.”

“Yeah, that sounds bad,” Y/N winced.

“I gotta say it’s pretty entertaining though. I didn’t know you were so big on martial arts,” said Stiles.

“Yeah, I read this book about a femme fatale superhero with a katana and I just thought that was so cool. So I begged my parents to let me take martial arts lessons and I loved it!”

“Woah, that’s so awesome. So you’re basically a super ninja?” Isaac inquired, his expression serious and unphased.

Lydia laughed, her head shaking repeatedly.

“More like a samouraï but close enough,” she said.

“Yeah, sorry. And before you ask, no- I don’t know the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles,” teased Kira.

“Isaac isn’t really familiar with anything so cultural, isn’t that right, Isaac?” Stiles piled on, grinning sarcastically.

“Isn’t that right, Isaac,” the sandy-haired boy childishly mimicked, “Shut up, Bilinski.”

“I will have you know, I am proud of that name. It got me on the lacrosse field.”

“And which of your numerous exploits can you recall from said lacrosse field?” said Y/N, intently watching his face with an amused expression etched on hers.

Stiles met her gaze for a split second, lips pursed, then shot back to Isaac.

“The point is lacrosse is great,” he cried out.

Laughter erupted in the clearing as the fire crackled, smoke rising up into the frigid night air. The group passed along bottles and cans of beer, discussing the previous weeks with excitement. It had finally sunk in that the holidays were here.

“Okay, as much as I love reliving our painful school experiences, I propose we play a drinking game instead,” suggested Isaac, mischief painted across his face, his eyes glinting brightly.

“I’m down, it’s been a while!”

“Let’s do this,” Y/N cheered, clapping her hands together in excitement.

“Never Have I Ever?”

“Yeah, why not?” said Stiles with a nod.

“Okay, never have I ever had a girlfriend?” asked Y/N.

“Evil genius,” growled Isaac, as the boys all put a finger down. Y/N gulped at the sight of Stiles’ thumb going down, ignoring the discomfort she felt as quickly as it had come.

“Never have I ever…blacked out at a party?” Isaac inquired, shooting a glance at Y/N.

“Ali!” she scolded.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t think you’d mind! I mean, everyone saw you…” the brunette replied, guilt spread across her face.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll get my revenge.”

“For what it’s worth, it happens to the best of us,” Scott joked, sending Y/N a friendly smile.

“Come on, next question!”

“Okay, okay. I got this one,” said Stiles, his amber eyes contemplating the individuals seated around him through the bright flames of the bonfire. “Never have I ever…gone skinny dipping.”

Kira suddenly choked on her coke, harsh coughs escaping her throat as the group laughed, colour flooding in Scott’s cheeks. He looked down at the ground in embarrassment, his lips curled into a nervous smile.

“Wow, I did not see that coming!” exclaimed Y/N, giggling at the couple.

“Okay…next question,” Scott replied, anxious to move onto someone else’s embarrassing stories.

“No no, this is a fun topic. Any other fun places you guys have hooked up in that you want to tell us about?” insisted Isaac, grinning widely, evidently proud of his drinking game skills.

“It’s no Hale House hookup,” declared Lydia as she took a sip of her beer, her eyes widening in shock when Allison sent her an aggravated look, shaking her head repeatedly.

“What now?”

“You did it in the Hale House?” Y/N shrieked.

“Isaac, I had no idea you were such a freak in the sheets,” Stiles mocked, his mischievous grin sending the group into a fit of laughter.

“I can’t believe you just said that, Lyds.”

“Well to be fair, you did expose Y/N.”

“Yeah see, Ali, karmically, it evens out.”

“Fine, I forgive you.”

“I still can’t believe you two hooked up in those ruins. Weren’t you afraid of- I don’t know…dying?” asked Stiles.

“We all do crazy things when we’re in the moment.”

“Okay, but come on, creepy house sex?”

“Guys, leave them alone,” Kira said, giggling at the sight of Allison’s reddening cheeks.

“I don’t know, I’m finding this pretty entertaining,” Y/N happily replied, beaming as she watched her friend squirm.

“Oh yeah? Well what about you Y/N? Anything you want to tell us?” asked Isaac, grinning slyly from ear to ear.

Y/N’s heart stopped mid-beat, a knot tying in her stomach as everyone’s eyes turned to her. Suddenly the air around her seemed cooler than before, and she couldn’t help but feel trapped under her friends’ curious gazes, waiting for her to answer the not-so innocent question.

“I, uh, don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said timidly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

“So, you didn’t hook up with someone at Danny’s party?”

“What?” exclaimed Scott, almost spitting out his drink. “At the rave?”

“Ali, what the hell?” Y/N hissed, her brows furrowed in confusion and disappointment.

“I didn’t say anything! Honestly. How did you know that?” the brunette demanded, turning her head in Isaac’s direction.

“I saw the hickeys at school on Monday, so I assumed. Was I wrong?” the boy replied, sending Y/N a look.

“It wasn’t a hook up! And anyway, it didn’t mean anything. It was just some random guy and I was drunk. End of story,” Y/N gruffly declared before downing the rest of her beer with a noisy gulp.

She sent Stiles a glance, hoping to see some kind of reaction. Whether he seemed shocked or embarrassed, it didn’t actually matter. All she wanted was something, anything to finally piece together that eventful but blurry Halloween and leave it be. Only, her heart sank when her eyes rested on an impassive face, Stiles’ expression utterly unreadable, blank as a white sheet of paper. Either it truly had not been him, or he didn’t care, and for some unknown reason, both possibilities were painful to think about.

“Still, it’s pretty adventurous, especially coming from you!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Y/N asked, eyes wide with shock.

“Well, it was your first kiss wasn’t it?” Lydia inquired gently.

Y/N eyes glazed over the curious faces watching her closely, and she felt her throat close, the air suddenly thick and difficult to breathe in. She looked down at the frozen ground beneath her as she clutched the blanket wrapped around her body, and she spoke again, her voice timid and unstable.

“I guess so. But, like I said, it’s really not that big a deal.”

A few seconds of silence passed before Allison finally broke the uncomfortable void, clapping her hands together, snapping everyone out of their daze.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m starving!”

Y/N sent her a grateful glance and smiled widely, the emptiness in her stomach swiftly grabbing her attention.

“Yes! Let’s eat.”

The group laughed and talked, their voices echoing throughout the clearing in the night, their shadows dancing playfully in the deep hues of orange and red emitted from the flames before them. Chocolate marks leftover from smores were licked off of fingers and light beer and coke was swallowed effortlessly. Soon the evening quieted down and groups formed, peaceful conversations spoken in soft voices overlapping and mixing with the warm crackles of the fire, alive and breathing.

Y/N laughed with Lydia as she sipped on her drink, her eyes occasionally crossing Stiles’ gaze. He seemed tired but still he grinned at Scott, their chuckles as warm as the bonfire. Slowly, she shifted closer to him, her fingers turning blue from the cold hidden away in the front pocket of her big hoodie. The boy smiled softly at her before letting his eyes revert back to the ground, his hands fidgeting with a twig. She watched his movements in silence as she thought about what to say.

Scott had his back turned to Stiles now, whispering sweet nothings in Kira’s ears, making her giggle sweetly whilst Isaac, Allison, and Lydia talked about past parties and marvelous memories. For a moment, it seemed like the only people there were Stiles and herself, comfortably sitting next to each other without speaking, yet at peace.

Finally, she spoke.

“We don’t have to talk about it, if you don’t want to,” she began, her eyes gazing deep into the flames before her. “But I want you to know I would never judge you for something like that. I don’t- I don’t know what you think went through my head back there but, it was nothing…bad.”

Her words were met with silence and she bit her lip, wondering if he was ever going to answer.

He wasn’t.

She nodded to herself and took a deep breath, the combined scent of earthy woods and fire filling her nostrils.

“I don’t judge you because I have them too,” she murmured, her voice cracking slightly.

She saw him turn to her out of the corner of her eye, but refused to meet his gaze, keeping her own cautiously fixated on the bonfire.

“My family moves around a lot, so…meeting new people, having to start fresh in new schools all the time, it was just really hard. I’d get very anxious and I started having panic attacks. They’d happen in class, at home, in bed, anywhere really. I tried to hide them from my parents but eventually my teacher called my dad one day and told him I’d been skipping class- which I wasn’t. It was just that every time I’d get to school, my heart would start beating so fast and I’d have trouble breathing so I’d hide out in the girl’s bathroom and wait ‘till it calmed down.”

Y/N kept talking, feeling the weight she had carried for so long slowly lift itself from her weary shoulders, relief spreading across her body.

“So…my parents confronted me and I told them about it all, the panic attacks and how anxious I felt, and the missed classes. All of it. It was a good thing cause they knew, so I didn’t have to hide it anymore, but- they didn’t know how to help and eventually the panic attacks got worse. We moved to another town for my mom’s job and that’s when it got really bad. I wasn’t able to sleep or eat, I felt numb and tired and I didn’t even know why.

“I was just constantly struggling and it felt like I was never gonna feel normal ever again. And then…we moved to Beacon Hills and I met you guys, and I don’t know why it was so different but I don’t feel as anxious when I’m with you. I feel good. And I haven’t felt that way in a long time,” she finally said, her heart beating at a hundred miles an hour.

For the first time in her life, she had willingly told a friend about that darker side of her, the one she was so ashamed of, the one she had always taught herself to hide away from anyone else. It was terrifying beyond belief, but it was so alleviating.

Again, Y/N waited patiently for a response, for anything but the cold silence she had gotten used to expecting from him. And finally, after what seemed like a terrifying eternity, it came.

“My mom died from something called frontotemporal dementia when I was 9. It’s a brain disease that has no cure,” Stiles muttered, his hands still fidgeting with the twig, his long fingers shaking slightly, though Y/N couldn’t tell if it was from the cold or something else.

“I had no idea.”

“Yeah, I don’t really talk about it, not even with Scott. Everyone knows about it, I just- yeah.”

Y/N finally met his gaze, sending him a gentle smile of encouragement and his amber eyes bore into hers, as if searching for something in her beautiful irises.

“As a kid, I’d get really bad nightmares because of it. Night terrors, stuff like that. And then I started getting panic attacks too. When I wasn’t sleeping, I was a mess and when I finally did sleep, it was more of the same,” he continued, his voice wavering with emotion as he tried to keep his cool.

“That’s intense.”

“Yeah,” he laughed dryly, “intense is one way to describe it.”

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” she asked, her voice a soft murmur.

“Probably for the same reason as you,” he replied with a lopsided smile.

“Touché.” Y/N chuckled softly and Stiles did too.

He then paused, looking down at his dirty sneakers covered In dirt and dark ash.

“It’s not something I’m proud of- and on some level, I wish you hadn’t seen me like that.”

Y/N frowned, her brows furrowing deeply as she pursed her lips, perplexed.

“Why though?”

Stiles looked up at her, his expression serious and unphased, his gaze so intense the world around her faded with his answer.

“I didn’t want you to think that I’m weak,” he said in earnest, his voice steady with candor.

Y/N’s heart tore a little, his words revealing yet another part of him she hadn’t seen before. He was insecure. And she had had no idea.

You think you know someone, but you won’t truly know that person until they bring down their walls and reveal themselves fully to you. This is precisely why amor works so steadily, slowly creeping up your body and wrapping itself around you, inch by inch. It grows with every facet you uncover, it matures with every conversation, every laugh, every secret. Amor isn’t sudden and superficial. It is the most tantalizing and intrusive thing that will ever enter your life, and it will hijack your entire system, turning you into a slave unaware of his or her condition.

Right then, amor grew a little more.

“Stiles, I could never think that. Hey,” she said, placing her hand on his knee, the boy’s world magically shattering at the sudden and unpredictable gesture.

“You are strong and you’re resilient and I will never judge you- because I care about you,” Y/N declared steadily, her eyes piercing through his. He watched her closely, as though he was trying to catch her in a lie, but she wasn’t lying. She meant every word and this fact sent him into a whirlwind of emotions that he couldn’t even begin to describe, not even if he tried.

“I care about you,” he replied earnestly, his gaze never leaving hers.

“Obviously,” Y/N teased, removing her hand from her friend’s knee and curling it into a ball before shoving it back under her blanket, the cold air meeting her skin in a harsh embrace.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t let that get to your head.”

“Pshh.”

Finally, late in the night, the pack members got up and packed their things, shoving the blankets and rubbish back in their bags before throwing water onto the firepit they had created for themselves. The group slowly walked out of the clearing, following the path back towards the road, chatter still illuminating the late night air. Scott and Isaac playfully howled together in unison, walking ahead of the group, as Kira, Lydia, and Allison followed, discussing the evening and the beautiful memories they had created together.

Behind them strolled Stiles, with his hands in his pocket, and Y/N, slowly walking alongside her bicycle, the pair chatting peacefully as the night came to an end.

“Hey, before we go home, I just want to say this,” Stiles said, stopping in his tracks, turning around to face Y/N. She looked at him curiously, wondering what was so urgent for him to tell her.

“I’m all ears,” she replied, grinning at him.

“I didn’t say it before, and I should’ve. Thank you for helping me that day. I’m sorry I didn’t thank you sooner, and I’m sorry I didn’t reach out.”

“Sti, you don’t have to apo-“

“-But I do. You didn’t deserve it,” he said decisively, cutting her off.

Y/N’s eyes bore into his, the grin etched on her lips turning into a tender smile.

“I appreciate you saying that. But Stiles, I meant what I said. I will always be looking out for you. So, if it happens again, or if you ever need to talk, please, remember that I’m here,” she insisted.

Stiles’ expression softened at her words.

“I know you have those moments too, and I want you to know- I…”

“Yeah?”

“I-“

“-Guys! You coming or what?” Their friends’ loud voices knocked both Y/N and Stiles out of the moment, the pair snapping their heads towards the pack already many feet away.

“We should probably catch up with them,” Y/N said, slightly disappointed Stiles hadn’t been able to finish his sentence, her mind racing with intrusive thoughts she desperately tried to ignore as he nodded at her, his lips pursing.

At the end of the path, when they had finally found the road, the friends exchanged tight hugs and last goodbyes, their smiles wide and their hearts swollen with affection. The evening had been wonderful, and the memories they had created would never leave their minds, too exciting and remarkable to ever be put to rest.

Stiles walked over to Y/N and wrapped his long arms around her, his nose breathing in her peach-scented shampoo as she rested her head on his shoulder.

Y/N felt his heart thunder against her chest and for a split second, time stopped again. She closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth of his body and the smell of leather mixed with firewood, inhaling deeply against him. Eventually, they left each other’s embrace with a soft smile and the group parted ways, each member heading home in the cool winter air.

As Y/N was about to start riding, she felt her pocket vibrate against her stomach, her hand reaching for her phone instantaneously. Her eyes focused on the bright blue light of her phone screen and she felt her heart leap in her chest at the sight of the captivating words she had just received.

Stiles: what I was gonna say was

Stiles: I will always be there for you

Stiles: get home safe

She smiled widely, colour flooding her cheeks as she reread the texts, her mind unable to focus on anything other than Stiles. Amor had won again.

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purrincesskittens · 5 years

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Cant find the ask now but this is for @phantombullets240 who request Lila salt with her bragging constantly and Alix yelling at her to shut up

"Of course I know him Im practically his little sister. We met while I was helping Prince Ali with his charities over the summer." Lila was perched at a table with her minions surrounding her eyeing the new upperclassman who had just transferred to the school from across the cafeteria. Tall dark and handsome fit him to a 't' but he didn't talk much leaving him a mystery. "My arthritis was acting up and he was kind enough to offer me a hand with all the paper work. He is quite the gentleman. If it wasn't for the fact that my heart belongs to someone else I would have dated him." She purrs her nails digging into Adrian's arm as she spoke practically laying ontop of the poor boy.

"If it wasn't for me he wouldn't have gotten into this school. I wrote him a letter of recommendation and personally told the principal to let him attend this fine school. He was incredibly grateful to me. I inspired him to help out in more charities. He is quite the artist and even painted my portrait saying I inspired him so. I'm his muse now when ever he is stuck on something he calls me up and we talk until he starts drawing me. He was so sad to see me go but I'm just so busy with all my charities and Jagged Stone needed me to inspire him to create his latest album which by the way I designed the cover for and recommended the backup guitarist for. And then Gabriel needed me back here in Paris to model for him." Lila just blathering on and on bragging about all her accomplishments over the summer before starting the new school year in a new school the entire class having moved from the collège to Lycée along with Ms. Bustier.

The boy Lila was bragging about across the cafeteria approached a small dark haired girl with twin buns and started talking to her. "He's talking to Marinette." Someone pointed out gaining the classes attention drawing it away from Lila who wasn't happy about not having all the attention on her. The boy seemed to ask the younger girl something but didn't get to finish as an older girl with long blonde hair pulled back into a single ponytail jumped on him from behind with a shriek of "Itsuki!!" Lila scowled when she spotted the older girl who had begun to hang around Marinette at the start of the school year a few weeks ago. "I did try warning him before he came to be careful of certain unsavory people but he's just so kind hearted he wanted to give them a chance and now look at him being harrassed and attacked." Lila simpered with a pitiful pout on her lips.

The boy in question 'Itsuki' seemed resigned speaking once again to Marinette as the older girl hanging off him beamed in delight. Alix clenched her fists having finally had enough as Lila opened her mouth to most likely brag again. "Will you shut up already?!" She screams jumping to her feet standing in front of Lila and her crowd of minions. "You don't even know him because if you did you would know that he is JJ's friend from her home country. You know JJ the upperclassmen who just transferred to this school at the beginning of the school year like the rest of us? The girl who isn't even from this country but moved her just before school started, who met Marinette the first day of school when she crashed her skateboard into her. The girl who wasn't even in this country for most of the summer like you said or who knew Marinette already and who Marinette supposedly bad mouthed you too over the summer like you told everyone. That guy you were just bragging about knowing doesnt even need your help to get into this school. Just mentioning the sperm donor that is his father could get him into any school he wants. All you do is brag about yourself and I bet none of its even true. I'm sick and tired of hearing about you yourself and your so called accomplishments. You never let anyone else talk and when someone else mentions something you've suddenly done that except better. You've promised to introduce every one of us to some celebrity but that hasn't happened yet and its been almost two years now. I'm done with this I'm done with you all of you I'm going to apologize to Mari and hope she forgives me for being stupid I suggest the rest of you use your god damn brains and do so as well." Alix ranted frustrated and tired of listening to the braggart storming off towards the two older students and the girl who would hopefully forgive her leaving the others behind in stunned silence.

Bonus: Itsuki stood as far from the loud boastful girl and her group as he could while searching for the one friend he knew went to this school. Spotting a small girl with twin buns he stopped her to ask her a question in hopes she knew the answer to. "Excuse me but do you happen to know of a student who would be on their Terminale year by the name of JJ?" He asks politely only to be interrupted by someone shrieking his name and jumping on him from behind nearly pulling him backwards. "Never mind I found them." He gives a resigned sigh as his only friend laughs arms wrapped around his neck hanging an inch or so off the ground.

Note: JJ and Itsuki are orginal characters of mine from my old ML series that I'm revamping. JJ is a bit of a jock but also an artist which is how they end up being friends with Marinette. They hate bullying which is another reason they stuck by her side after witnessing her being bullied by the class. Itsuki's a loner and introvert while JJ is an extrovert so JJ is really one of his only friends. Alix likes JJ because they are both jocks and artists so they hangout sometimes. Alix bore witness to the epic crash that was the first meeting between JJ and Mari after JJ was riding their skateboard in the courtyard and ran into Marinette who was sketching the school's architecture. Its through hanging out with JJ who often hangs out with Marinette that she figures out that things Lila has said aren't adding up and just how much Lila brags.

JJ has told Alix all about their life back home and their best friend Itsuki including mentioning how his father isn't really in his life except to occasionally yell him not to embarrass him which is part of the reason Itsuki followed JJ to France get away from his father and be with his friend. Hence why Alix calls Itsuki's father a sperm donor. Alix uses female pronouns with JJ because she can clearly see that JJ is female but Itsuki uses gender neutral they/them pronouns because JJ jumped on him from behind so he can't tell what gender they are as JJ is gender fluid and uses both male and female pronouns. Marinette started wearing her hair in twin buns like she does as Multimouse at the beginning of the school year.

#lila salt #class salt #miraculous:tales of ladybug and chat noir #ml salt prompt #salt #ml salt #original characters #alix has had enough #alix sugar #marinette dupain cheng #genderfluid character

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limekid · 4 years

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I'm finally posting a pic of my oc, I drew them weeks ago but I was too lazy to wrote out their life story oops (speed paint on my yt)

Rhea onyx

They them - nblm - 20

Summary:

Rhea is a nonebinary person who is dating lux (another one of my oc's) growing up they didn't have the best childhood, their parents are rich immagrates from the middle east who currently work under lux's parents company, all their life they were forced into being perfect for their parents, forced to study 24/7 with no social life rhea turend to art, astrology and geology to entertain themselves, they are an artist with a major astrology and gemstone obsession ( hence why they changed their name to rhea onyx, rhea being one of Saturn's moon even tho the name originally from mythology and onyx being a gemstone ) they went through lots of hardships with their parents which in the end resulted in self discovery and ending up as lux's partner but thats a longer story for another time, even though they went trough alot they now they bearly contact their parents and live with lux and 6 cats probabaly even more cats in the future

Growing up:

Rheas parents were super strict, everything about their life had to be perfect, rhea didn't have many friends other than the neighbours kid jessie. Rhea always had to be studying, wearing what their mom commanded, acting like how their mom wished and being the definition of perfect by force and un surprisingly rhea managed to graduate with flying colors until it came time for collage thats when rhea refused to go to any collage other than art school in the end rhea ended up not going to collage at all but ended up being a commission artist

Discovering their nonbinary identity:

!! Each nonebinary person has a diffrent story, nonebinary can be an umbrella term, this is just what rhea went through it doesn't mean ever nonebinary person relates !!

Even as a kid rhea always knew they didn't identify with their birth gender but they didn't identify with the complete opposite gender either so they were always left in a state of confusion in the middle not being one or another, not fitting in with the boys or the girls but being the middle, they would always wish they could be just one, to rhea it was better knowing if you were a boy or a girl then being both and neither and just something completely different, through the help of the Internet rhea ended up discovering their true identity and finding the terms that best fit them

Meeting lux:

At first rhea meet lux at a charity ball where out of panic they accidently left their sketchbook which lux later found, they started out as friends but they both knew there was more there so they started dating, when their parents found out it was by someone outting them, their parents weren't happy especially because lux is trans aswell, but in the end rhea ended up cutting their parents out of their life anyways so they now happily live with lux and their cats

How i created rhea:

Rhea is very special to me because they were my source of experimenting and finding myself, at first I wanted rhea to be completely based off me but the more I started creating the charcter and the plot lines for them the more rhea ended up becoming their own person and the more I learnt about myself and for that reason rhea will always be extreamly close to me, you guys probabaly dont know but I wrote a novel about their story which is now deleted to the public and just kept to myself, writing the novel took months, it was around this time last year I prignay started and their story still isn't complete, writing that novel was where I put my ventting in, everything rhea went through started by me going through something similar and finding ways out of problems for rhea helped me find answers in my problems, rhea was made by my intreasts and deepest thoughts which bloomed to their own person, now when writing rhea it feels less like im making a charcter but more like im discovering something new one, it doesn't feel like writing it feels making a new friend and talking to them, getting so close that they have completely become a part of you

Thank you for reading about how much their character means to me :)

#drawing #art #digital art #orignal art #artists on tumblr #limekidsart #orignal character #orignal story #nonebinary #queer artist

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warhams40k · 5 years

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for years!! my favorite art has been these beautiful, mysterious, atmospheric paintings, this art has inspired me so much as an artist but i never found the artists name

but today i finally did!! his name is Zdzisław Beksiński! a polish painter and sculptor!

i also found out his life was taken in 2005,,and it made me tear up a bit. i thought itd be nice to meet him one day, i wont ever be able to now but his art is timeless and will always be with me

just postin bc im genuinely happy i found him

#im just really happy about it #also a lil sad #but more happy #you get to know his name now too #ill visit his museum someday

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annafm · 4 years

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(MEDALION RAHIMI, NONBINARY) - Have you seen ANNABEL MAJIDI? ANNA is in HER/THEIR JUNIOR year. The LITERATURE + INVESTIGATIVE JOURNALISM MAJOR is 22 years old & is a SCORPIO. People say SHE/THEY are DILIGENT, ADROIT, CYNICAL and AUSTERE. Rumors say they’re a member of WINTHROP. I heard from the gossip blog that THEY ARE FAKING BEING A PSYCHIC. (JAMES. 21. EST. THEY/THEM.)

hllo this is anna i hvnt .. played her in a while <3 bt thts okay i think she is very fun 2 play bt like in the way tht she is <3 serious n mean a bit ... bt its okay .. LHKDSGFHLKSDHLKG im sorry this is long this is. an old intro i hvnt rly changed much >.>

CAR ACCIDENT, INJURY TW

aesthetic.

falling feathers darkened at the tips, tweed and pinstripes, red trenchcoats and plaid skirts, worn ballet shoes covered in dust, smudged eyeliner and unruly hair, boxing gloves, ornate canes and pain medication, bandaged hands, classical music floating throughout an empty ballroom, worn jackets and awkwardly cut t-shirts, spilled ink and stained hands, glasses skewed, sneers and jabs, constant fighting, smog in a city, spotlights and encores, piles of books and a long line, backless dresses and sitting alone at a bar, wariness.

basic.

full name: annabel odeda majidi

nickname(s): anna, annie (father only), anna-banana (father only)

b.o.d. - october 31st, 1997

label(s): the catalyst, the charlatan, the minefield, etc.

height: 5′6″

hometown: nyc, ny

sexuality: bisexual

stats

favorite song: you’re dead, norma tanega / now, your hope and compassion is gone / you’ve sold out your dream to the world / stay dead, stay dead, stay dead / you’re dead and outta this world

background.

born to two high schoolers who never married, firoj majidi and parvana banai. they were head over heels for each other - when firoj graduated he took up two jobs alongside community college to support their family, until parvana graduated and took on the arts.

growing up was tough - living in the city wasn’t cheap, parvana’s art rarely sold and the two often went without eating in order to provide for annabel. as a child she’d often wear hand-me-downs from extended family.

was taught to be a hard worker and it was reflected in her schoolwork - anna excelled in all her classes but especially english. her love for writing grew at a young age, and as a child she saved up enough money to buy herself proper journals.

the only thing that she grew more passionate towards than writing was ballet - she caught the image of girls flying through the air and landing on their toes in the window of a dance studio on a walk home from school one day and that was it - something clicked inside of her.

that same day she would spend hours prancing about their tiny apartment, trying to mimic what she’d seen. it was easy to spot the passion anna had for the dance - and within a few months they had saved up enough money for a month’s worth of lessons.

anna was ecstatic - her slippers were old and found in the back of a thrift store by an odd miracle, but she put her all into the lessons regardless. she was quick to pick up on each move, and by the end of the month it was clear that anna had a natural talent.

parvana picked up a job in order for them to keep affording the lessons, month after month - they weighed down on their pockets, but it kept anna happy.

flash forward a few years - life was good. money was still a struggle but they were tight knit.

or rather, anna thought they were tight knit.

firoj and parvana split up when anna was twelve - an event that rocked the young girl’s world, something that she couldn’t understand. they had kept up a front of love when anna was home from school or ballet - but behind doors, they had been growing apart.

anna viewed their separation as parvana running off with another man - an art collector who had a fascination with paravana’s paintings. she viewed this as the end of the world. she viewed this as the death of love.

when anna was twelve, she swore she would never fall in love - refused to believe in its existence. she couldn’t wrap her mind around the simple separation.

her father got a third job in order to keep up with payments, and anna pushed herself in both ballet and school - not being able to handle an empty apartment. she decided to get a job - to help ease her father, but was too young.

so anna decided to do what any average 12 year old would do. she started scamming people.

she’d sell store-bought lemonade as if it were homemade, stole ceramics from art class and sold them to neighbors. she found an old girl scouts uniform in the back of a goodwill and for the next month, she sold knock-off girl scout cookies from the dollar store - going door to door.

her personality had changed drastically - anna went from a sweet, optimistic girl with warm brown eyes and an infectious laugh to cold, calculated, and downright cruel. she knew what she wanted and how to get it.

she got an invitation to a prestigious private school, full scholarship, before she hit high school - originally wanted to reject it as the thought of being surrounded by new york’s richest teens was appalling, but their ballet program was a one-way ticket into the american ballet theatre. anna ultimately accepted the scholarship.

high school was immediately hell for her - pretentious rich kids who all shared a collective brain cell and her secondhand uniform being a prime target for them.

ballet got extremely competitive - anna was a threat to every dancer in their program, bullying and sabotage became standard - but anna retaliated when possible.

this all, however, suddenly stopped when anna picked up her latest scam: faking psychic. through a small network of ‘bees’ she’d pay to gather information (gossip, rumors, etc. etc.) she was able to accurately ~see~ into students’ past, present, and potentially future affairs. the money was very worth it.

from that point forward, people were intimidated by her.

when anna was 16 she was handpicked to join the american ballet theatre’s studio company, alongside 11 other lucky individuals. her dream from that point forward was to become the youngest principal ballerina for abt - and she was going to start by winning over the role of clara in their production of the nutcracker.

she was 17 when she was chosen, much to the dismay of the other girls. she had momentarily quit her ‘psychic’ business in order to dedicate the entirety of her time towards rehearsals & practice.

the final week before her first performance as clara, anna got into a car accident heading home after another tiresome rehearsal. knocked unconscious, anna woke up three days later with no recollection of the accident - and her leg freshly operated on.

it was a devastating event that should had killed her - maybe she would had been better off if it had - but instead, it had effectively destroyed any chances of her dancing professionally.

it took two months of extensive physical therapy for anna to walk again - now relying heavily on a cane.

with ptsd and depression weighing heavily on her shoulders, anna turned back to writing - mostly as a coping mechanism, but it soon became the fierce passion it once was when she was younger.

for the remainder of her high school life, anna dedicated the majority of her time towards recovery, her writing, and directing her school’s theatre productions. oh - and claiming that almost dying had given her the gift of mediumship. it wasn’t too far off from her psychic claims - her peers believed it well enough to either stay away, or pay her for a small amount of comfort.

decided to attend yates for their reputation despite her hatred for pretentious schools (very ironic because she herself is pretentious) & also. she had a scholarship <3 so.

in the midst of writing her first book that’s based heavily on her experiences as a low income student at a private school but like. she’s side-eying all these societies and seeing a Big Money Grab if she were to. write abt them instead

still can’t dance any longer, but she works as a ballet assistant for one of the dance instructors & still tends to barge her way into theatre rehearsals to <3 give her unwarranted opinion

personality & facts.

she’s not the friendliest person. knows what she wants and how to get it, and will not hesitate to use people or push them out of her way in order to achieve her goals.

her cutthroat nature was the reason for her success in academics and dance - tends to intimidate the students in the ballet classes she helps out in.

horribly stubborn - if she’s got an idea of you already in her mind, then it’s hard to convince her otherwise.

still uses a cane - in fact, she can’t really walk without it - unless she wants to be in pain.

it’s sturdy, ornate, and pretty fucking solid. doubles as a weapon if need be - has definitely … hit people with it before, though she’s calmed down now that she’s a little older.

used to be very angry, very defensive as a teenager - is still the same, just … less intense. will not hesitate to speak her mind and let her opinions known - especially in the face of injustice.

doesn’t really have the best … relationship with authority, mainly because of where she was raised and her con-artist businesses. tends to be snarky and sarcastic to anybody in charge - or really, anybody in general.

pretty distrusting, pretty emotionless on the outside, doesn’t like to be seen as weak or somebody to be pitied. keeps herself closely guarded and doesn’t really let others ‘inside’ due to her own comfort levels.

she’ll sleep around but dating is out of the question, for the most part - she’s been on a few blind dates, a few casual get-togethers - but she’s always the one to break things off. is more of a careful hook-up kind of gal.

still does her psychic medium business !! sometimes she wonders if she’s a bad person because of it - but ultimately, it’s on her customers for believing in all that nonsense anyway. anna herself is a skeptic - doesn’t believe in anything unless she can see it and feel it.

is actually … a pretty sentimental person, doesn’t take anything she’s got for granted, and is hugely appreciative of her father. sends him money when she can. hasn’t spoken to her mother in years - pretty sure she’s got a step / half-sibling or two but she’s never met them.

a lone wolf and likes it that way, but she isn’t super opposed to friendship - even if she won’t necessarily call anybody a friend. appreciates others who are similar to her - got their head on right, and knows what they want in life.

has a pretty bad fear of driving - will uber if she needs to go anywhere - even then, being in cars makes her pretty anxious. still has ptsd-induced panic attacks, though she’s managed them pretty well.

doesn’t really do drugs! will smoke weed to ease the ache and her nerves, but otherwise she only takes what is prescribed for her. doesn’t drink anything hard, either. big fan of beer and wine. probably gets wine drunk home alone late at night … like … two times a week.

goes between being high strung and uncaring - she’s not especially moody ( rather, is just consistently angry for whatever reasons ) but she definitely tries to bottle everything up.

probably keeps pepper spray on her at all times, even though she’s got her cane. has cat ear brass knuckles on her keychain - took advantage of the archery club at her private school. she’s not paranoid, she just likes being prepared.

has a soft spot for children, animals, and soft women. kind of person who will put herself in the line of danger in order to protect others - even if she doesn’t necessarily know them too well.

also the kind of person who’ll set something on fire - or do something because you’ve told her not to. incredibly spiteful when wronged. will raise hell if need be.

morally ambiguous tbh.

wanted connections.

who do u think i am ;; either uh. people who have seen her around campus being a bit of a freak like <3 kick someone’s tire in a small fit of rage <3 or spend 20 minutes trying to coax a cat near her so she could pet it <3 or having a that’s so raven moment <3 or someone who tried to help her out with something and she was like. excuse me. what the fuck. get away from me freak loser. maybe threatened them.

slowburn but make it evil ;; uh. when i played her as older she hd a plot where she <3 ws engaged n then broke it off bcos her fiance cheated <3 so i wld like another. plot where she actually <3 tries to enjoy someone else’s company and presence and it just ends up hurting her n reaffirming her idea tht love is? fake n dumb n stupid. thank u.

ykno ... a little dash of spice ... ;; uh. yknow just hookups. hateships <3 or they never talk abt what happened <3 or an awkward drunk one night stand <3 maybe a pregnancy scare and shes like Ah. motherhood Scares me. because she <3 hates her own mother <3 LDSLKFHLGSHLK. it leaves their relationship rly weird the whole ordeal ... maybe even just a blind date <3 or someone she ghosted

read my future ;; customers very classic uh. just people who come to her for her psychic readings <3 and her uh. talking to the dead <3 but also alternately. skeptics ?? people suspicious of her ?? very epic.

like actually Die? ;; enemies. she hates them so bad. maybe its one-sided. maybe theyre an annoyance. maybe she annoys them? very bad not very good.

and we dance dance dance, dance dance dance <3 ;; this is just. fr ballet students. or, hold up, consider this: someone who recognizes her frm this. very tragic event where she cld no longer b a ballerina bc i think it ws. like not the Biggest deal bt if ur muse ran in private school circles ykno ??

pet the feral cat ;; these r the soft <3 normal connections <3 someone she’s soft for / protective of. friends that she doesn’t completely hate.

i Do Not Know ;; i will. take anything. please. weed dealers, people she’s totally sus about for no reason. she steals and reads their mail. they have been rivals for years. they hv a special bond. they r strangers but they get stuck in an elevator. she’s tutoring them bt she wont let them take a break n she keeps making them recite fucking. shakespeare. anything is sexy and fun n cool

#yatesintro #car accident tw #injury tw #ptsd tw

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nsheetee · 5 years

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fine arts major reader x art history major doyoung pls

Summary: when you are forced to take intro to art history, you are not the least bit happy about it- until you meet art history major doyoung. he changes your views on art history and takes you on a date trip to the museum (+ some bonus fluffy scenarios at the end!)

as a fine arts major, you spent a lot of time in the fine arts building

a LOT of time

whenever you aren’t taking classes to complete your gen eds in other buildings, you could be found in the one of the studios that the fine arts building offered

like the photography lab

you loved capturing art through photographs, even if you weren’t that good at it at first- a camera in your hand and an inquisitive eye felt right for you

or you could be found in one of the art studios

it was always quiet in there, only the sound of paint brushes sliding on canvases and the frustrated sighs of art students filling the empty space

whatever it was- you loved all the fine arts

you were a hands-on type of person, practically searching for something to get your hands dirty with

to just…

create something

you were never one that could be forced to sit in a chair for an hour and listen to people talk on and on

so when your academic advisor told you that taking intro to art history would “benefit your future” and “widen your knowledge of art”

you just cringed-

art history means you have to sit

in one of those dumb plastic chairs

probably in one of the basement rooms of the fine arts building

where there was almost no air conditioning and even less natural light from outside

and no one in the class is actually interested in art history- they’re just there to get the fine arts credit they need to graduate but couldn’t get into music appreciation

your academic advisor was at their wits end when it came to convincing you, so you took the class

(at least one of you is happy about this situation)

enter doyoung:

doyoung is an arts history major- it’s his passion

literally, he can barely talk about anything else

he’s overall artistically inclined

(you should hear his singing voice, sounds like an angel kissing your ears)

but art history is where his mind rests

so when one of his professors asked him to help TA an intro to art history class

doyoung was excited !!

until he got to the class

there was maybe 20 people on the class roster, but only about 10 people showed up the first week

doyoung was deflated and a bit discouraged

why was intro to art history such an unpopular class??

art history was amazing, filled with amazing people who have created amazing pieces of art that have LITERALLY gone down in history and have changed the way art is today

WHY WERE THERE ONLY 10 PEOPLE IN THE CLASS??!!!?!?

you sat on the left side of the classroom through all the lectures, half dozing off and half doodling in your notebook, hoping that osmosis could help you retain all the material the professor was teaching

but to no avail- you failed your first quiz… and then your first test

and quickly you realized you needed help or else you could kiss your high GPA goodbye

since the professor’s office hours were inconvenient for you, you went to the TA’s office hours instead

doyoung’s “office” was the TA room, couches and wobbly tables filled the space and you were surprised that only doyoung was there

doyoung was surprised to see you too- you were the first person to come visit him during his office hours

“are you here… for art history tutoring?” he asks

“yeah… I failed the first test and I can’t fail anymore” you explained simply, sitting down at the other edge of the couch he was at

that was all it took for doyoung to quickly help you with the information you missed and compile your notes so that you could study them later

you ended up meeting him during his office hours every week-

at first it was just for the notes, but soon you realized doyoung was fun to listen to

he was smart, in the kind of way that artists are smart

his way of speaking was captivating to you, his vocabulary and diction made you want to sit on that couch in the TA room and not move until you could memorize doyoung’s divine voice

(if this is what he did to you while talking, what would he do to you if he was singing??)

as for the actual content of the class, it was (s l o w l y) becoming interesting to you

the way the teacher taught it- bless their heart- just wasn’t captivating for you

but when doyoung sits back in his seat, his eyes sparkling as he looks at the ceiling -but his mind elsewhere- and fiddling with his pen in his nimble fingers

talking a mile a minute, somehow going from topic to topic from Monet to Grant Wood from cubism to impressionism

it was a whirlwind of knowledge that you ingested through these sessions

you realized that your passion for creating pieces of art was the same kind of passion doyoung had for the history of art

you started to appreciate doyoung and all his hard work on a different level after realizing that

but doyoung was freaking out, man

he was only supposed to be helping you with intro to art history work

and he was! but somewhere in the messy middle he became.. comfortable

maybe it was the way you listened to his rants with your hand under your jaw and eyes wide, drinking in every word as you hastily scribble something on your notepad without even looking down

this kind of attention wasn’t something doyoung was used to

(he was definitely the center of a few jokes when he was younger)

but he welcomed your attention and he was glad your view on art history was changing

he had no clue what compelled him to ask you to go to the museum with him

“the m-museum?” you stuttered out “who else is going?” you asked, trying to not clutch your pen in your hand

your heart was fighting with your head already- one wanted this to be a date and the other was forcing you to not over react and just accept his invitation as a TA trying to help their student

a very, very helpful TA

“it would… just be us.” doyoung gulps and before he could suggest inviting more people, you started messily packing your things into your bag

“GREAT! I mean- not great, I mean that’s fine- well not fine, it’s… satisfactory.” you mentally slapped yourself at your choice of words and barely looked at doyoung when you ran out of the room, calling out that you would see him at the museum

the day of the museum “appointment” (that’s what doyoung called it in his head to keep himself from getting too excited) came and you and doyoung awkwardly met outside of the front doors, walking in together

but fear not:

art was a perfect ice-breaker for you two

the awkwardness and uncertainty melts away once you both lift your eyes and look at the art rather than looking at your feet

now walking shoulder to shoulder, your knuckles brush together and it seems like it’s only you, doyoung, and the paintings in the entire museum

sometimes you would lean over and whisper comments in doyoung’s ear and he hums absentmindedly- becoming more interested in looking at you than at the art in front of him

at one point, you both end up sitting on a bench in front of an enormous painting, chin tilted up to view it in all its beauty

you had been staring at it for a while and doyoung has been staring at you for a while, too

“it’s beautiful” you say and doyoung agrees, you finally turn to look at him

“what are you agreeing for? I don’t think you even looked at the painting” you laughed quietly

“I wasn’t talking about the painting”

“I didn’t know you had a cheesy bone in your body, doie” you teased and doyoung leaned towards you

“there’s a lot you don’t know about me. how about we go to this cafe I know and you can learn some more?”

Bonus: some short, fluffy scenarios of what happens next

when doyoung walks into intro to art history the next day, he sees you already looking for him. the memories of the day before swims through both of your minds. doyoung feels as warm as the mocha he drank that same night when you went to a small cafe; you sat close enough that he could count the lashes on your eyes and he listened to you talk about how much you love creating art and how it’s your whole pride and joy. doyoung hopes the way he feels as he’s listening to you speak is how you feel when he goes on his tangents about art history

sitting on your bed, you edit pictures on your computer as doyoung reads a book, his lips moving as he processes the words and little breaths of air hit your collarbones as he keeps leaning into you. his fingers entangle and release with yours absentmindedly and once his book no longer entertained him, he hummed melodies into your shoulder and softly ran his nose up your neck, leaving a trail of kisses behind. from that point on, there was a lot less studying and editing happening on that couch

when the college allows you to showcase some of your art in a popular display hall, you and doyoung dress up and go to the showcase reveal. when your name is called and you are recognized as an artist, doyoung’s hands runs up and down your back and he pulls you closer, pride filling his chest like air filling a balloon. he leans in and presses a kiss to the side of your head, “im so proud of you, really” he mumbles, and you turn your head to give him an actual kiss, his warm hand on the back of your neck trying to keep you there as long as possible. he loves the type of happiness that’s etched on your face when you do pull away. he would do anything to see you this happy for the rest of your life.

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oookaline · 4 years

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And The Saga Continues

By saga I mean me supervising this 'fake RbbSbb' account on twitter because I want to.

also Im going to separate the posts by day, if anything else happens I'll retweet and add it on this one. Tommorow its a separate post.

If you're intrested to see the first bit (two separate days in a post, one in which I found and then kept retweeting what happened after weeks (?) of not checking on it) (! I do reccomend reading the previous one)

so if you're intrested look up the tag #Fake-RbbSbb in my account.

Sooooo as expected our buddy changed his bio to 11, which supports my speculation that it was (obviously) a countdown to Louis' show.

nothing new on the following/pfp/header etc...

They did tweet some things, but I'll touch on that later, first off the likes: It seems they are continuously trying to raise attention towards Rbb (and Rbb only???) being back in two weeks by sending anonymous statements in peoples CCs.

Also they liked this HIV support tweet- and I found that sweet so im also adding it in, because aweareness is key.

aswell as replying back with their usual variation of two emojis:

No sign of Android anywhere, just WebApp™.

Now onto the tweets:

Just like with the 12 they posted yesterday, today they posted an 11. And I got curious to know where abouts they were setting the time to:

If whatever I triod to do here is too complicated (even I dont understand it lmao) basically:

In LA posting time would've been 23:29

In London posting time would've been: 07:29

so if they wanted to (and im speculating this because I did not check) update it on midnight lets say (or close to), then logically the tweet would've come from LA.

Now this thing which then tells us there will be a pattern of when they'll update the countdown

The thing I found weird right, is that they're doing a countdown (supposedly) to Louis' show. So why update on LA time?

Next thing they posted was this:

'Well Meet at the end of the Road' at a first glance you'd guess they're talking about the countdown.

But oh to know who Rudolph Valentino was...

I'll put some intresting quotes I found of him here, you can skip all of this if you want, I'll do a short resume at the end of the indented.

"He was a sex symbol of the 1920s, who was known in Hollywood as the Latin Lover (a title invented for him by Hollywood moguls), The Great Lover, or simply Valentino.[1] His premature death at the age of 31 caused mass hysteria among his fans and further propelled his status as a cultural film icon."

"The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse was released in 1921 and became a commercial and critical success" + "For his follow-up film, they forced him into a bit part in a B-film called Uncharted Seas.(1921)" + "Rambova, Mathis, Ivano, and Valentino began work on the Alla Nazimova film Camille.(1921)" + "Valentino's final film for Metro was the Mathis-penned 'The Conquering Power.(1921) "

thats 4 movies in a year!! Talk about overworked- (depending on how long they were)

"After quitting Metro, Valentino took up with Famous Players-Lasky, forerunner of the present-day Paramount Pictures, a studio known for films that were more commercially focused."

"Jesse L. Lasky intended to capitalize on the star power of Valentino, and cast him in a role that solidified his reputation as the "Latin lover"

"In The Sheik (1921), Valentino played the starring role of Sheik Ahmed Ben Hassan. The film was a major success and defined not only his career but his image and legacy."

"Famous Players produced four more feature-length films over the next 15 months" + "His leading role in Moran of the Lady Letty(1922) was of a typical Douglas Fairbanks nature" + "Valentino starred alongside Gloria Swanson in Beyond the Rocks(1922)" + "Valentino began work on another Mathis-penned film, Blood and Sand(1922)" + "During his forced break from Rambova, the pair began working separately on the Mathis-penned The Young Rajah(1922)"

15 months 4 movies. and again I will stress the 'capitalize the star power' over there.

Seems too familiar tbh.

"Missing Rambova, Valentino returned to New York after the release of The Young Rajah. They were spotted and followed by reporters constantly."

*cough* *cough* "spotted"

"During this time, Valentino began to contemplate not returning to Famous Players, although Jesse Lasky already had his next picture, The Spanish Cavalier, in preparation. After speaking with Rambova and his lawyer Arthur Butler Graham, Valentino declared a 'one-man strike' against Famous Players.[31]"

About the lawsuit:

"He was also upset over the broken promise of filming Blood and Sand in Spain, and the failure to shoot the next proposed film in either Spain or at least New York. Valentino had hoped while filming in Europe he could see his family, whom he had not seen in 10 years.[27]"

"In September 1922, he refused to accept paychecks from Famous Players until the dispute was solved, although he owed them money" + "Famous Players, in turn, filed suit against him.[33]"

"Valentino did not back down,[33] and Famous Players realized how much they stood to lose." + "the studio tried to settle by upping his salary" + "Variety erroneously announced the salary increase as a "new contract" before news of the lawsuit was released, and Valentino angrily rejected the offer.[31]"

"Valentino went on to claim that artistic control was more of an issue than the money." + "Famous Players made their own public statements deeming him more trouble than he was worth (the divorce, bigamy trials, debts) and that he was temperamental, almost diva-like. They claimed to have done all they could and that they had made him a real star.[33]

"Other studios began courting him." + "However, Famous Players exercised its option to extend his contract, preventing him from accepting any employment other than with the studio." + "Valentino filed an appeal, a portion of which was granted. Although he was still not allowed to work as an actor, he could accept other types of employment.[33]"

Return To The Movies

"Valentino returned to the United States in reply to an offer from Ritz-Carlton Pictures (working through Famous Players)" + "Rambova negotiated a two-picture deal with Famous Players and four pictures for Ritz-Carlton.[37] He accepted, turning down an offer to film an Italian production of Quo Vadis in Italy"

PERSONAL LIFE!!!!

"Valentino once told gossip columnist Louella Parsons that: "The women I love don't love me. The others don't matter". He claims that despite his success as a sex symbol that in his personal love life he never achieved happiness.[62]"

"Valentino impulsively married actress Jean Acker, who was involved with actresses Grace Darmond and Alla Nazimova. Acker became involved with Valentino in part to remove herself from the lesbian love triangle, quickly regretted the marriage, and locked Valentino out of their room on their wedding night."

"From the time he died in 1926 until the 1960s, Valentino's sexuality was not generally questioned in print.[67][68] At least four books, including the notoriously libelous Hollywood Babylon, suggested that he may have been gay despite his marriage to Rambova.[69][70][71][72][73] For some, the marriages to Acker and Rambova, as well as the relationship with Pola Negri, add to the suspicion that Valentino was gay and that these were "lavender marriages."

"Such books gave rise to claims that Valentino had a relationship with Ramón Novarro, despite Novarro stating they barely knew each other." + "These books also gave rise to claims that he may have had relationships with both roommates Paul Ivano and Douglas Gerrad, as well as Norman Kerry, and openly gay French theatre director and poet Jacques Hébertot." + "However, Ivano maintained that it was untrue and both he and Valentino were heterosexual.[24] Biographers Emily Leider and Allan Ellenberger generally agree that he was most likely straight"

like every historian would say: "they were just good friends"

"further supposed evidence that Valentino was gay; documents in the estate of the late author Samuel Steward indicated that Valentino and Steward were sexual partners.[77] However, evidence found in Steward's claim was subsequently found to be false, as Valentino was in New York on the date Steward claimed a sexual encounter occurred in Ohio."

- Via Wikipedia

These are the few quotes from his wekipedia page in which I literally gaped at...

So in short:

Sex Symbol who was an Actor

Got his image enhanced and exploited by his manager.

Constanly Overworked

Relationships used for PR (?)

Thought about leaving his management which led to a 'one man strike' and a lawsuit.

The lawsuit started off because of finantial reasons, but it was revealed it was more because of fucking creative freedom.

Management tried to reason with him, he didn't back down. And they continued to do so before an article of the 'lawsuit' was made public, he didn't accept any.

Management tried to paint Valentino as 'ungrateful' and that they were the reason he was a star.

When other people tried to get Valentino to work with/for them, his management stopped him by "threatening to extend the contract" (?) which prevented him from acting.

His sexuality was never really questioned due to the many relationships with woman he had (one which literally was a lesbian)

Lavender Marriages / PR marriages

After his death, speculation that he dated many men came up.

One even said they did the dEEd, but its impossible because they were both in separate countries duh, right? RIGhT????

The way we can literally compare this with Harry's situation (and maybe Louis' aswell!!!) is literally hurting my mind.

Also adding that @eyupdaisy is helping me a lot, kuddos to her aswell. She found this:

If you search the actual name of the post 'We will meet at the end of the trail' on google, this picture comes up

Which the HT account made a very lovely and subtle connection to it a few days ago

Guess well have to start lowkey monitoring them too? Or maybe just what they interact with the Mr.R acc...

wait- max images reached ;-;

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prorevenge · 5 years

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Not following orders? You're fired.

For those of you that haven't read my previous posts, english is not my first language and im posting from mobile.

I work six days a week as a painter (not the artist type). This story happened from the 10. of august (saturday) to yesterday the 26.

Meet the spartans: Me: hello there, Hubby: my Cliff, JB: jester boss, Karen: my entitled supervisor.

Backstory: As some of you know, I got married the 11. of august. I had informed my boss and supervisor of this a week prior as per company rules regarding vacation time for our honeymoon. So just to be sure they understood the situation, I decided to mention it again the day before. They said they understood and told me to enjoy the week off with my husband. And just to be clear, I usually have a nice relation with both JA and Karen, but something wasn't right during all this.

So I finish my work that saturday and drive home to make the final preperations for the wedding. We got wed by the same priest that baptised me back in the day and everything went perfect and I couldn't have asked for more. It wasn't the big wedding you see in the movies, mostly because the only guests were my husbands parents and two siblings as well as about ten of our closest friends. We finish after some time and we retired for the evening. My husband had during his toast surprised me with our honeymoon destination, Australia. He hadn't mentioned anything about it, and he is BAD at keeping secrets from me, but we were both happy about it.

Since most people think i'm a girl because of my build and choice in clothing, you betcha we got some funny looks in Sidney while being there, we always have a good laugh when they realise. While being in Sidney I get a phone call.

Storytime:

It was Karen asking me where I was, why I hadn't shown up monday morning.

Karen: where are you? We have an urgent assignment.

Me: I'm in Australia, you know, on the other side of the globe.

Karen: why are you there? Who approved vacation?

Me: well first of all, it's my honeymoon. Second of all, you approved me taking time off.

Karen: well, that decision has changed, you are needed here ASAP.

Me: (dumbfounded)

Karen: yea, my son moved away from home and need his new appartement painted.

Me: I'm not the only employee in the firm, surely you can use someone else?

So, to clarify. Our company mostly hired people without education, I didn't have an education when I started but took it during my time there. But we discussed this for a good part of an hour before I got fed with her and hung up on her. I couldn't understand why she needed ME to take care of the appartement when there are six employees that rarely had an assignment and were more than good enough to take care of it, but noooo, it had to be me.

A couple hours later I get a call from my boss, he's a cool guy and we go out for a drink every now and again so he knows me. He was even a guest at the wedding.

JB: I got a call from Karen. She told me you were on leave without permission. And that you were quite rude toward her.

Me: as you know, I'm in Sidney on our honeymoon. I requested permission as per regulation and got permission from Karen herself. She called me earlier requesting me coming home to work to paint her sons appartement. I simply got fed up with her and hung up on her.

JB: well, we all know how she is with people, there is a reason why you are the one handling customers. You just enjoy your vacation, and say hi to the hubby from me.

Me: I will. See you in a week.

We continue our trip, but every now and again I hear my phone ringing, guess who. Noone in my firm like Karen, she is the biggest power hungry person I have ever known besides my own parents. Since I never shut off my phone, I kept getting calls and texts. Some were nasty like her personality, others were so sweet I thought she was on drugs. I got really tired of her so I answered the phone again (big mistake for her and me) I started recording our conversations to try get proof of her harrassment. She started threatening me with firing me and that JB was on her side. This continued for a couple of days. So just for fun, my husband and I start taking about taking revenge after years of oppression from her. So we used some of our time at the hotel looking into her. And I happen to know some stuff about her taxes and regular finances since she asks me to take care of her tax payments. We contacted some of our friends back home to help us, (we have some friends in the local police force) and the plan was in motion.

Revenge: Friday we returned home with the biggest jetlag in my life, but with fire in my soul keeping me going. We found some dirt on her during the week. We had enough to use. Because of her Union, the firm was unable to fire her because of the certain type of harrassment she commited. Bullshit, my turn to screw her over. My husband and I decided to cut the vacation short so we could start immediatly. So saturday I clocked in and had a meeting with the guys on my team. We had five ranks in the company, Boss, supervisor, teamleader (me), employees and interns. So I had a meeting with my team to get them in on the fun, no hesitation, they joined. None liked her so, LET THE HUNGER GAMES BEGIN, AND MAY THE ODDS BE EVER IN OUR FUCKING FAVOR. We printed out the tax files I had and collected a total of one hundred and fifty pages with taxes. We made memes of her sleeping on the job and such, and you name it we did it.

I went to her office regarding the appartement and she lit up like a pumpkin on halloween. She hadn't noticed me being back at work so she jumped into the air. But she immediatly started rambling about her son and how he needs to get painters out. I said funny, enough ok and finished up preparing. We drive to the appartement to set up, and wouldn't you know Who came by, yup. She came rambling through the hallway. And when she came in, oooohhhoho you should've seen her face when she saw our fabulous job. We had taken every printout of her tax files, every mail with threats to employees and basically every piece of evidence against her that we had sent a copy of to her Union, and glued Them to the walls and painted around Them like a picture frame. Of course she would deny everything, but she now had no backup from the union to keep her from being fired.

We sent her tax files to our country'S CRS (tax evasion), we sent both mails with threats and tax papers to our boss, who btw was in on it from the start, and to top it all off, we got her ex-husband to dig up old files from when they were married, and wouldn't you know, tirns out it was some juicy stuff we found. We mailed these papers in to my friends in the local police and asked Them to let us have some fun with her before they took her. We did.

Fast forward to yesterday (26.) I got a call from my friends that Karen tried to use me as a scapegoat, that I was the one who made all those papers to frame her since I didn't like her, well true, I didn't like her from the start, but every file and mail were written by Karen herself. She had no credibility and found herself locked up before long. Just to rub it in her face I showed up in court with my husband and the entire company just to see what would happen. She was livid. When she saw me and my husband, she immideatly stood up, acting like nothing's wrong, and tried to run for me. I don't know if she taught she could kick my ass or what, but even though I dress like a girl and have a pretty small and feminine body, I am much stronger than she think.

The court came to a verdict. She was to pay about 450.000 USD for tax evasion + fraud, we found out that she used money from the company to renovate her own house. She got fired by my boss, and was to spend 3 years behind bars because of fraud, tax evasion and contempt of court. Over all, a shitty day for her.

On her way out she started yelling slurs at me and trying to bite the officers in the neck in pure desperation.

This morning when i clocked in I saw a notice on our board about a possible promotion. I applied on the spot. I went in, had a Nice chat with My boss and got the promotion while still keeping my old position as team leader. My pay got almost tripled in a span of 72 hours. I'm happy.

Tl;dr Supervisor gives permission for vacation and tries to revoke it as her son just moved out. Wrong person to demand from.

Summary: Don't mess with newlyweds

(source) story by (/u/Tobi_wan_kenobi_)

#prorevenge #by /u/Tobi_wan_kenobi_#pro revenge #revenge stories #pro revenge stories #pro #revenge #last10

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lgcbenji · 4 years

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A letter is found placed in the company locker of your muse. It’s been stuffed into an envelope with their name written on the front in rushed handwriting. However, the penmanship inside seems as if the author deliberately made an attempt to appear more legible. Some words here and there are scribbled out, indicative of second guesses. It’s been scrawled on a piece of Charmander stationary, but the words are a serious and sincere stream of consciousness.

Hey, Benji.

I don’t know how to even begin. I’ve been staring at the page trying to figure it out. My heart won’t stop pounding at the thought of opening myself up to you. I’m nervous. I’m sure you already can tell I have a hard time showing this side of me even though it’s been a few years. Affection isn’t something I show too much to you. Will my words be able to reach you like this? There’s this intense worry each thing I do will drive you further from me. I’m just a rock you dug out from the trash and found value in. But I think you see beauty in everything, don’t you? You are an artist. If you paint a dull rock with colors, it will start to come to life. Even if the rough skin means you need to go over it dozens of times.

I love you, too, man. It’s easier to write it down than to say it. You know how when you say a word or phrase so many times it starts to sound like it doesn’t mean anything anymore? It's like that. It’s never been that I don’t feel the same. I just can’t say it to you out loud and I’m really sorry for that. Maybe I’m wrong but I swear I could see the hurt in your eyes each time I shrugged off your kind words. I hope that makes sense. I’m going crazy trying to explain how I feel without feeling embarrassed. I know you. I know how you’ll be smiling by now and showing your dimples. I truthfully feel I don’t deserve you sometimes.

Don’t get any funny ideas, though. It’s not like I like you or anything.

From, Park Seojin.

he waited all day to read it in the comfort of his art studio. when he first sat down he was excited. that changed with the tone of seojin’s words. the message mentioned his smile, his dimples, yet, as benji’s eyes scrapped across the lines, they were flooded with tears. his dimples did show, in a troublesome frown, as his eyes jerked out water. he dropped the letter. he left it lying on the ground. he had no response. he had no words. his lips trembled. he got what he had been looking for for years. and now, seojin was gone, and benji was alone. he took his ten by twelve foot canvas, which he saved for a rainy day, and the tallest stool he had. he worked for ten hours, deep into the night and early into the morning of sunday, viciously tainting the wall. when he was not sweating, he was crying, and when he was not crying, he was passionately throwing more and more detail. he painted with fist fulls of love. he skipped dinner, he skipped breakfast, unable to rest at all. yet, his eyes did not bag, his face did not droop. he had never been so awake in his life. when he competed it, a day later, he still felt it somehow unfinished. it was gorgeous, it was seojin, and yet something was missing. it was nine in the morning when he laid on the studio floor to finally rest. when he felt ready, days later, he grabbed the nearest paper. he pulled it from a sketch book. he had no idea what to write, or how to write, but he just let his favorite paint pen wobble it’s way into words. “hi, seojin! i don’t know how to write this, either, i’ve never done it before. sorry for my bad korean. but i want to tell you that i love you. i love you a lot and i know you dont like it when i say it but its true its hard for me to not say it. ill try to not say it because i know its hard. ill try to write it more for you. anyway. im also sorry that i got you the presents i did. i wanted to try and get you things because i thought you would like them. im sorry i tried to tell you i love you. i said it all because i thought you would like the words and know what i mean. for a long time i wanted to know how to talk to you. i still want to know how to talk to you! and i think this is a good way. if youre comfortable talking about feelings like this, on paper, then i want to talk to you like this forever! im sorry i lost the letter you gave me. i think i stepped on it when i was making a mural of you. i am sorry. i know it is precious to you. ill make my butler help me find it? i didnt throw it away so it has to be somewhere… anyway. i love you a lot. i want to talk to you more. i want to write more letters to you. im really happy that this works! or i think it works. anyways, im happy that you can write anything you want to me! im happy that you can find a way to express yourself in a good way. i hope i understood. maybe i can show you the painting i made of you sometime haha. anyway, i really do like you, and thank you for being my friend. i think youre beautiful even if you dont, and it’s not just me. i see how your bandmates look at you, and your mom, and your siblings, even chan. he looks at you like youre the galaxy, because, to these people, you are. youre an outlier when you say that you think you are just a rock. and, hey, don’t be so mean to rocks next time, okay!!! i like rocks… you have seen pretty rocks, right? i see a lot. can we go hike and i can show you? anyway, i love you, i hope busan was fun! i wanted to drive to come see you. legacy said no. ㅜ.ㅜ tell me all about it when youre done reading this!!” he brought the letter directly to seojin’s mother’s house. he was open with her and told her about seojin leaving a letter for him, and so, he requested, that when she sees her son again, she give him the piece of sketch book paper as soon as he was safely home.

#( this is so friggin long happy b day tho boy ! )#✧ .・゜゜save #lgcseojin #submission

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tsarevnascphia · 4 years

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✧ ━━ the courts of switzerland present SOPHIA IVANOVA RURIK of RUSSIA, the TSAREVNA of RUSSIA. the TWENTY-FOUR year old had been KIND and HUMOROUS before the break of war but have now become PESSIMISTIC and CHOLERIC. SHE is often remembered by their likeness to FLORENCE PUGH and THE MELODY OF A SONG BEING PLAYED FOR THE FIRST TIME; CHARCOAL STAINED HANDS; THE COMFORT OF AN OLD BOOK ON A RAINY DAY . the rumor mills of europe claim that her allegiance lies with RUSSIA and that she is for PEACE.

Hello lovelies! I’m Kate the awkward canadian, and below the cut is a little intro for my smol child Sophia. I haven’t been in historical rp in a hot minute so i might take a lil to get my bearings but i’m very excited to be here!! If you want to plot feel free to IM me!!

BASICS

Name: Sophia Ivanova Rurik

Nickname(s): Sofya, Sophie, Sofia

Age: 24

Birthday: July 18th

Religion: Russian Orthodox

Languages Spoken: Russian (Fluent), English (Fluent), Polish, German, Latin (some)

HEADCANNONS:

Growing up in the shadows of her older sister was not something that Sophia found easy. She was overlooked by everyone, whether it be her parents, or those in her family’s employ. She was the lesser of the two and unfortunately for her, Sophia had to cope with the judgement and the constant comparisons. Such realities meant that it was difficult for her to find pride within her own appearance, always finding something wrong with the way she looked. Whether it be the curve of her nose, the colour of her eyes, or the shape of her lips. This caused her to feel low about herself, to not believe that she possessed any sort of beauty, and that it had all gone to her sister. As a way to escape the voices in her head telling her she was not as good as her elder sister, or that she would never be as loved, Sophia turned to the arts.

Music, painting and drawing were the two things she could always rely on to be there for her. If she was sad, she could always play her harp, allow her sorrows to echo in the melody that flowed through her fingertips and into the air. If she was happy, the tunes turned more lively and uproarious. Art was there for her when no one else was. To this day, Sophia carries around a small notebook with blank pages and charcoal wrapped in an embroidered handkerchief for when she needs a distraction, or finds something upon her travels that she needs to dedicate to her memory. Due to her love of the arts, she has sought out many an artist with the Russian court. Whether they be a poet, a musician or a painter, she has learned of them and made them her friend. She enjoys the company of other artists and yearns for their creatively sparked conversations.

Despite her having a low self esteem for who she may look like in the mirror, Sophia is well loved within court for her kind nature and her willingness to lead an ear or shoulder to whomever may need it. She enjoys listening to people and getting to know them, often asking them questions to probe deeper. Not only does she enjoy the attention that she gets while at courtly functions, but she also enjoys the fascination she gets when learning about people and their desires and what makes them happy. The satisfaction of seeing a duke or duchess light up when she remembers the most insignificant fact about their lives brings her a sense of joy that only compares to that of a good song or finally seeing a painting come together.

Although she knows that she must marry for the good of the realm and the good of her family, the thought of being betrothed, let alone being a wife is terrifying and daunting. She is plain in comparison to her sister, and while she is close with those at court, and is eager to please her older brother the Tsar, Sophia does not want to marry. She worries that her future husband will find her plain or fall in love with her older sister, such a thing would break her heart and crumble what is left of the strong facade she has learned to wear.

PLOT POINTS:

Despite being terrified of marriage, Sophia will do her best to be a good and dutiful wife. She will manage a household, do her courtly duties, and should the union she has down the line present any offspring, she will teach them to love music and the arts as much as she does. She will also make sure to keep her allegiances in line with what will be good for Russia, as it is her home, and she wants nothing more than for it to prosper and do well.

Ideally, I would like for her to gain a confidence within herself in regards to her appearance down the line. However, I am more preoccupied with the idea of her potentially releasing a few songs or painting some very famous works of art that will make her renowned. I would like for her to find her confidence within her art, and grow from there.

Although she has a complicated relationship with her sister, she does love Yelena and want’s the best for her. She also loves her brother the Tsar, despite knowing that she is just a tool for him in terms of keeping the prosperity of Russia. Sophia prays that her marriage does not turn out to be the same as Yuri’s and wishes for nothing more than for a peaceful and happy future.

POINTS

influence : 12

intelligence : 14

wealth : 9

luck :10

physical : 5

For more information on my smol child please refer to the about page

#bgintro #//i stared at this for an hour because the intro tag is so intimidating!?#yall are magicians and im just here like a small awkward merp

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blizzardfluffykpop · 5 years

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Our Home (II)

Summary: California, the golden state, home of the dreamers and the sun. No one can have a rainbow without a little rain. The rain has past now all we see is the misty rainbows. (There is still a lot of Jim Croce references).

Bambam X Reader

Multi-parted: Part I, Part II, Mini-Part III, and Mini-Part IV.

(This part only alludes to the reader’s past but doesn’t talk about it).

California is everything we dreamed up and more although it took a few months until we were on our feet. Our first aim was to find a home to settle down in. The house we settled on was old but with a whole lot of love, we could make her shine. We got a mortgage on her and that's when we knew everything was starting to piece itself together for us. The outside looked like a train wreck with paint falling off the sides of the walls, the grass overgrown. But the inside screamed of the house screamed 'home' to the both of us. From the painted grapes on the kitchen cabinets to the living room's sunken floor. Everywhere we turned we found ourselves looking at each other giddily. We shared the same idea that this house is our home, I remember the realtor’s shocked face when we said we’d take it. No one has lived in the house since the seventies, and the rooms were all different colors. Nothing seemed in place in the house, but that was why it caught our eyes. It was something that none of the other houses had, character. Of course, we sat on the porch talking it over before settling for it. The day after we took the mortgage out with the money we had from “The Mac,” we started on our hunt to find a job.

It wasn’t hard for Bambam to find a tattoo artist shop that was willing to take him in. The place that took him under their wings just opened up. Both of them had a wide variety of experiences and were willing to teach him the ropes. The smile on his face was unforgettable, the smile that stretched from ear to ear. As he came out of the shop, I leaned against his bike with an amaryllis flower, knowing he had the job walking in. I put the flower behind his ear as he picked me up and spun me around. “I’m so proud of you, Babe!” I told him excitedly, he giggled, “I can’t wait to start!” I laugh with him, “When do you?” He set me down, “Tomorrow morning, bright and early so they can start teaching me. Maybe someday my name will be up there.” He tells me pointing towards the sign that reads, “Mark and Gyeom’s Tattoo Parlour”. I kiss his cheek, as I tell him the meaning of the flower.

For me, it was a different story, while Bambam only saw two tattoo parlors before the third accepted him. It took me three weeks, of going to every recording place in the city. Bambam was at the parlor learning the art of tattooing on fruits. I started early in the morning applying, hoping they would at least look at my music sheets. It was evening when I looked at my wallet which had a few dollars in it and decided to grab a cup of tea at a cafe. As I sat there thinking, Bambam crossed my mind and it was like my hand couldn't grab a piece of paper and pen fast enough. I couldn’t stop writing it seemed like this cafe resembled everything we had been through to make it to this point. Once I finished my final thought on paper, I left the shop I knew I had to bring Bambam later.

I was about to call it quits for the night as I walk down a gloomy side street filled with neon signs. What should bother me about this alleyway doesn’t affect me a bit. I had grown used to these sinister side streets back in New York. I look up and see the sunset out in the distance. It reminds me that I always have hope, and with Bambam by my side I know I can achieve my dreams. When I reach the end of the alley, I see the beach. As much as it calls out to me, I find myself turning left, my heart guiding me. I look at the signs when a blue neon sign catches my eye, “Lost Amour: Recording Label.”

I pick up my pace and when I enter the business everything feels right. I swallow a gulp and a guy with an anti-eyebrow piercing greets me and asks, “What can I do for you?” A smile gracing his features, “I-I,...” I talk myself out of a stammer in my head and approach the desk with confidence. I pull out my lyrics and compositions from my satchel. “I was wondering if you were looking for a new lyricist or composer! I can do both, so it’s okay if you only want me to do one or the other!” I tell him trying not to let him get his hopes down about me. My heart has been broken so many times this week, I feel like this is my last chance.

He asks if he can read over my works and I agree immediately. He is the first person to even look at my lyrics and compositions. I watch him flip through them until he reaches the song I wrote in the cafe. I see him smile, “Who is this about?” A grin breaks out on my face, “That’s about my lover Bambam, he is everything I ever dreamed about and more.” He grins, “You poured your whole heart into this one.” He stares at it, “Honey?” His voice calls out, “Yes, Sugar?” A male voice responds, “Would you come up here?” A man emerges from a glass office, he places his hand on the back of the anti-eyebrow piercing man. Anti-eyebrow tells his lover, “I want you to read over this” He nods, “Who wrote this?” He asks after he reads it through, his partner points at me, “I’m Park Jinyoung and you are?” I gulp, “I’m (Y/n) (L/n)” The other man tells me his name is Im Jaebeom, I tell them it’s a pleasure to be acquainted with them. Jaebeom whispers something to Jinyoung, and Jinyoung nods. Jinyoung tells me, “We’ve needed a new lyricist and composer. Someone to bring light to Lost Amour, since our last coworker left for Chicago. Would you want to join us here?” He holds his hand out for me to shake and my jaw drops, “Really?” They look at each other before looking over and nodding at me, “If you write like this all the time, from the heart,... We need someone like you, what do you say, (Y/n)?” I’m in shock and my heart is beating out of my chest. I grin and shake Jinyoung's hand, “I would love to work with you guys.” They grin, “Welcome to the Lost Amour, then. We'll need your contact information so we can contact you about your hours. We'll have the official papers ready for you by Monday.” I agree and shake Jaebeom's hand once I leave the building with my songs, my heart is pounding.

I run home and pull out my guitar. I started playing around with the song that I made at the cafe. I’m gonna show it to Bambam tonight, I’m gonna tell him that I made it. I eat a quick snack and fix up the song to perfection. By the time he gets home, I made my final corrections and rush downstairs. My grin saying it all, I already know but I grab his hand and rush us up the creaky stairs. I have him sit next to me and I start strumming, singing out my whole heart. When I finish he puts his hands on the sides of my cheeks, “You found a label, didn’t you?” His smile wide, “I’m so proud of you” I pull him in by his neck kissing him, “I did, that’s the song that got me in.” He kisses my forehead, his hands still on my cheeks, “Is this song about me?” I nod, “You’re my whole world, Bambam. I was sitting in this cafe that reminded me of us,... Would you like to go to that cafe with me tonight?” He grins, “Let's celebrate the bill is on me” he pulls me up and spins me around. We sway for a little basking in each other’s warmth.

The pale yellow in the room contrasting against his tan skin, and my heart feels calmed by his presence. He makes me feel like I can take on the world, “You’re my world, god I can do anything by your side.” He voices my feelings, I grin and kiss him, “Bambam, nothing in this world could compare to you.” He shakes his head and I continue, “You’re the one I want to go through time with.” I softly sing into his ear, he puts his chin on my shoulder, “Let’s build our home up from pillars of love” he whispers.

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Three months later, our house is finally settled in. We’ve worked day and night on her every time we’re home together. Sometimes we get caught up with each other, but looking at it now. The siding having a fresh coat of pale yellow paint after scraping off the crumbling green. After we ran around the house like little kids chasing each other with paintbrushes full of paint. Or when it got too hot and we would dunk one another with a bucket of water. The first time I did it to Bambam, he screamed, before I could run away he had his arms around me shivering. “You brought this upon yourself!” His laughter ringing through his voice as I tried to get out of his hold.

Tiling the bathroom floor was awful, we asked help from Yugyeom, his coworker. They complained the whole time. By the end, we were throwing the little plastic spacers at each other. I stepped on so many plastic spacers because of our antics, felt just like legos. Jackson, our next-door neighbor, came over with lunch ready to help us out. He invited Youngjae over who lived across from us to help too. I never thought I would have people in my life that would selflessly come over and want to help. Youngjae came in shortly after, with full stomachs we went back upstairs to finish tiling.

Don’t worry it wasn’t long before Jaebeom, Jinyoung, and Mark were called,... We may be fixing up our house but it doesn’t mean we know what we’re doing. When Jaebeom arrived we had him look at the water heater, we got it to turn off but we couldn’t get it to turn back on. It took Jackson, Mark, and him thirty minutes before we had warm water.

I ordered pizza for everyone that night. Mark’s girlfriend came in tired from her long workday. We ate our hearts out in pizza as we sat and talked about life. We haven’t even known each other for that long, but we’re all so comfortable around each other. Like one big happy family, one that you see on television. Where they go out on the weekends together and enjoy each other's company. Trying new things together, telling stories from years past.

Going out for events such as Bambam’s name being added to the company name, or one of my songs make it big. You wouldn’t believe the party we held when we were told Mark’s girlfriend was going to have a baby. Our house became a home, not just because of the new fixtures but because of the people we’re surrounded by. It’s always lively no matter where you are when you’re with them.

Then there are nights like tonight, where Bambam and I sit on the couch before we go to work. Cuddling up to each other, nothing could get better than this. Bambam grabs my hand, I lean my head up to look at him, “Yes?” I ask him softly, wondering what he was thinking, “Would you,... want to get a couple tattoo with me?” I grin with a shrug, “Yeah, why not?” He grins and leans over placing a kiss on my forehead. He tells me that he wants me to tattoo it onto him. At first, I disagreed until he convinced me with, “If you tattoo it on me, I’d be able to say my lover tattooed that on me! Even if it doesn’t look good, everyone is going to think it’s endearing!” I shook my head with a smile and agreed.

I guess as Jim Croce had once said, “Is that nobody ever had a rainbow, baby, until he had the rain.” The rain was my past and my present is Bambam and the life we spend together. The rainbow is showing its colors in the life we lead together, though the rain will always be there,... The sun will shine through and make a rainbow because Bambam’s my sun.

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