#ig kinda sorta maybe perhaps

[smallsimmer]

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😠 ig since you did his gf:

Marc

[snekdood]

Vaush almost seems manipulative in the way he talks about religion, like i feel very strongly that he doesn't actually think religion is *quite* as bad as something like toxic masculinity but he wants his audience to feel that way, so he keeps drawing comparisons between religion and all these other fucked up things like antisemities or whatever, to give the impression to his audience that he genuinely thinks its that serious, and knowing how a lot of ppl can be in his audience, whatever vaush thinks they decide to take as like the best most intellectually and well thought out take ever, no self analyzing, no questions asked, and i feel like hes manipulating that fact to his advantage, he literally said in his debate w oceankeltoi (which i wasnt gonna watch but did eventually bc i heard vaush kinda sucked in it (and he did)) that hes okay with using peer pressure to try to discourage people from being religious. It seems like hes going to try whatever he can socially to like. Shun anyone whos religious or any of their beliefs and is probably even totally okay with ppl bullying religious ppl so long as the social pressure gets people to stop. Which. Uh. I feel like i shouldnt have to say is a pretty fucked up philosophy

[toffeebrew]

Because i want to eat my cake and have it too I've been trying to figure out how the star sanses could work given dream and ink wouldn't be friends.

( dream from @/jokublog ink from @/comyet and swap by the community )

DISCLAIMER: of course this rant isn't canon and only contains views made up of my own interpretations! i have my own biases and may get things wrong!! i don't mind corrections, as long as its respectful.

Ink doesn't work with dream and blue all the time. Just when they need an extra pair of hands, theres emergency, or somehow ink hears of what they're doing and gets interested. If he find it worth it (maybe cause hes bored maybe some other reason) I can imagine ink just inviting himself to the party.

kinda like this ask ig:

ink doesn't have much concern for justice and dream is aware of that now. And may be more cautious about how much info to give him or what ink comes along with. er if that makes sense?

perhaps dream and ink are more like co-workers. they can joke around and work together but not very close anymore. i think it would pretty awkward between them if the two of them were left alone. not that they couldn't carry a conversation, just there's some.... palpable divide between them ig. not bitter, just awkward!

(additional yapping under the cut)

I don't know much about swap's characterization (there's not much left of the original blog so 😔) but i think he'd be sorta in the middle. his morality aligns more with dream but maybe he would still want to remain friends with ink. Hes the main one probably keeping the two updated on each other as he may talk with one or the other and mention them in their conversation. something like that ( I tried considering papyrus in this moment and thinking of the neutral endings. not sure if they're exactly comparable but meh ).

they still care for eachother and don't wish harm upon each other or anything lol.

so even if they aren't very close they still very much respect eachother!! and if in crisis blue/dream knows who to call :) or summon ig...

idk im kinda talking outta no where, these are just late night thoughts lol!!

[finalshockdown]

More spider-slugs! Really was excited once the brain juices got runnin for this one. More details below the cut!

I wanted all of them to have colors in common with their suits so:

Miles is a normal slugcat, but red with some light color fades on his elbows and tail

Gwen I sorta just paled the colors of her suit and said “yeah shes from a more tropical area ig” and also made the hood a part of her biology. Idk maybe her species of slugcat carry food or young in there and she just uses it as a hood.

Miguel was when I brain blasted. “This dude is dangerous. Dangerous ‘prey’ animals irl tend to be brightly colored. I’m making him a poison dart frog.” He doesn’t have a bite wound and this is cause he’d likely be a purposed organism, kinda like Spearmaster. Perhaps some Iterator out there caught sight of Spider-Slug and was interested in replicating that, huh? Anyway in my mind he’s both poisonous (he can secrete a toxin onto his skin) AND venomous. On that grindset.

Let me know if you guys would like to see the other spiders (like Hobie, Margo, Pav, Noir, etc) as slugcats!

[revon-aurora-borealis]

not me seeming cold and distant af on the outside but secretly on the inside im craving so much fucking attention

i cant be only one like this right?

is it a mostly autisic thing? an introvert thing perhaps?

maybe like some sorta shit upbringing thing?

wait does this made me a tsundere? i dont like... hurt people on purpose im just... am really really awkward and shy which makes me seem cold i think

ugh wth im freaking out cuz my friend just left me while i was info dumping, no "hey i needa go" just... leaves

im scared what if they hate me oh god

aaaaaahhhhh idk why im even posting this wth

am i like over acting my emotions again? maybe a little? uh... idfk i feel strong emotions ig but ok nah im legit just typing my thoughts right now

bruh wtf ugh i hate myself or like idfk i hate something rn

maybe my hunger uhhh shit am i done

nope

kinda sleepy rn

does this like

even fit the tumblr post format

ffs

why am i even bruh

[crystal-traan]

DISCUSSING THEORIES CORNER

╰┈➤ 𝙇𝙖𝙯𝙮™, 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙘𝙤𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 and 𝘿𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙚𝘿𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣 in #identities-evolved-theories - ❀𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚊❀ :

 ✎ 𝙇𝙖𝙯𝙮™:

Just gonna put this here too

I feel like that earring means something. Emily pays alot of attention to Bright's earring, and it was shown to be an important symbol for his own mental state and stability, so I feel like the new look it got is supposed to tell us something about the somewhat drastic reply.*

(To be fair Bright pleading guilty isn't something I find surprising, what is surprising is how cool he looks saying it, compared to how distressed he was right after attacking Starcross, and even in the scene right before the court case. But then again perhaps it was in an attempt to further prove his plea to the judge) *[Midnight's earring is also a cross (but to be fair it is a different cross earring gacha-wise)

So maybe that means something, I don't know I feel like it may be a bit of a stretch-]

 ✎ 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙘𝙤𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢:

I’m guessing in the new video, Bright was being controlled or influenced by Midnight. Even if Bright was pleading guilty, his body language and the way he talked screamed Midnight. I’m guessing Bright was in control when him and Cross were fighting, since it seemed more like Bright.

 ✎ 𝘿𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙚𝘿𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣:

Possible, ig, but it also could be that he just thinks he doesn't deserve to be anything but guilty, like kinda how Lazy brought up it wasn't surprising, it makes sorta sense considering his character, he even questioned why he ran away after hurting Starcross. I just view him acting like Midnight to be him hiding his distress/trying to make himself look guilty, like Lazy said. It would be easy too, since he did spend a bit of time fighting and serving Midnight. Of course we'll all have to wait for the rest for clear context. But for the Midnight thing, I don't see it as anything else other than Bright just trying to do what he views as right.

 ✎ 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙘𝙤𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢:

That’s fair, it just seemed odd to me how Bright delivering his message. He might have picked it up from Midnight, but there wasn’t really any distress in his eyes. Emily’s one for the details, so idk.

 ✎ 𝙇𝙖𝙯𝙮™:

That's also fair, it's actually what made me think of your theory in the first place. The thing is, Bright was distressed when he first found Cross standing with him, but then turned a 180° right after, so that's also somewhat weird ✎

𝘿𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙚𝘿𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣:

It all really depends on Bright's mindset, what he's been through while serving Midnight and what he thinks about everything. I say it's more likely to be that he's just trying to throw himself in jail since he, mostly in the "Meet Your Future Self" video he expresses his thoughts on how he believes Cross and Blue wouldn't want to safe him and, just a thought since it makes sense, how he believes he shouldn't be saved by them after what he's done.

 ✎ 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙘𝙤𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢:

But if he was able to stand trial with Cross, that means they did take him back

Either saved or given

 ✎ 𝙇𝙖𝙯𝙮™: Okay new idea Let's think of this from Midnight's pov. What outcome in this court case would be most beneficial for him?

-If Bright is put on death row, that wouldn't benefit him since he wants Bright alive.

-If Bright is found innocent because of his mental health, then he will post likely be put in an asylum of some sort, which would be a problem to Midnight.*

-If Bright is found guilty but given a life sentence or something along those lines, it would also not be beneficial for him.*

The fact that Bright was taken to court itself is not beneficial for Midnight, what good can he get from it?

Unless, there is one way I can think of it being beneficial for him. Bright is missing, correct? Which means that Blue and Cross probably reported him as a missing person. Perhaps, Midnight "turned him in" to get the authorities off his back.

*And perhaps Midnight's societal role allows him to bring Bright right back to him regardless of the court's final ruling (introducing, governmental corruption, bribery, etc)

 ✎ 𝙇𝙖𝙯𝙮™:

Wait What if Bright pleaded guilty to be put on death row? Since we already know he wants to die

 ✎ 𝘿𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙚𝘿𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣:

True and I think the only reason why he was ever still alive was because "He had to be the hero", he "had to" stop Midnight. Because he was even willing to just let Midnight kill him. And now that Bright hurt an innocent person, helped Midnight, why is he the hero in the situation? Therefore, being the "hero" can't hold him back-

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 I will post more of this topic because yes XD

[yuzukult]

detours (m) || pjm & reader

title: detours, aka the extended version of drivers license pairing: park jimin x reader genre: idiots to lovers, brother’s best friend!au, college!au, angst, romance, smut word count: 13.8k prompt: in drivers license, you think park jimin is out of reach. in detours, jimin feels like he can’t reach you. warnings: um jm masturbates ig, oc got insecurities, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, 18+ stuff basically a/n: it only took about 3 months. hope i don’t disappoint you guys ♡ also i bolded angst bc it may be kinda sorta sad idk (also i don’t proofread my smut scenes so don’t come @ me)

Park Jimin was your first heartbreak. 

The yellowish tinge street light that shines on his car alone, parked on the side of the road by his home gives the perfect view of him. He still looks handsome under the mustard-like illumination; ugly saturated colors didn’t alter his beauty, leaving him remaining flawless as ever. But the lovely boy isn’t what your eyes are drawn to, no, it’s the Aphrodite that occupies the passenger seat that captures your attention.

Her smile gleams brighter than a sunny day, sparkling like the stars in the darkness of the night with honey blonde hair that cascades over her delicate and dainty shoulders. Her eyes glimmer with adoration for the boy in front of her, heart probably inflating as much as yours do. She’s easily resplendent that the mere sight of her has you stunned with a breath stuck in your throat.

If she was who you were up against for Jimin’s heart, you’ve already lost.

It’s a harsh reality trying to accept that Jimin wasn’t actually yours to begin with. Those dedicated years of manifesting the small actions he’d make had come off as more only dissipates into the air, along with the dreams that one day he’d reciprocate feelings for you.

The start of your engine roars, exhaust stuttering that your chest tightens at the prospect of it failing. You wanted to run, push the gear shift in drive and escape away from it all, including leaving behind the love you had for a guy who had your heart in the palm of his hands and didn’t know it. When the beat up Camry assents, you stomp your foot on the gas, immediately fleeting out of his block with a grip on the wheel, and your free hand wiping the tears that stream down your face.

Jimin was the first person that came to view the second you got your license. It’s a rectangular piece of plastic, full of unattractive colors and a hideous picture, yet it was the rite of passage into your true teenage years. The little card in your hand was ostensibly your way in, hopefully getting him to espy that you weren’t Johnny’s little sister anymore. It’s supposed to be your new beginning, your chance to convince him that you were mature now.

Or maybe you read all the signals wrong. That previous ride he’d given you the day after band practice was blissful, a pure ten minutes that felt like thirty, only confirming your reputed feelings for him. For a brief moment, it wasn’t a favor that he was doing for your brother. Perhaps Jimin doesn’t mean those unspoken comportments that night, maybe he said those things to show how proud he was that his best friend’s little sister, who had become a sibling of his own, developed into a woman.

However, not his woman. 

No, not even close. You were plainly a girl, nothing more. His best friend’s younger sister. The one with the pigtails and peony pink dress with a bow as big as your head tied around your waist. The one who can’t reach the top cabinets above your kitchen sink and needed a helping hand. The one who couldn’t tie her sneakers, so he had to pause in his routes to loop those little bunny ears, making sure you don’t trip. You weren’t ever going to be a woman in his eyes, and that’s the saddest part you’ve come to accept. 

That night, you wept silently in your bedroom. Within the darkness, the lamp posts outside peers through your sheer white curtains, radiating into your room. It’s a reminder of that spotlight upon his car, the one that showcases his enchanting features without ado, as if he’s an angel sent from heaven. You’d envisage being the passenger of his car, windows down and the sun beginning to set in the horizon, beaconing his smile with shades of yellows, oranges, and reds. Then, you’d pull up at a private spot, even if it’s just for a split second of having him to yourself, you’d talk endlessly like that one car ride home.

Drives at night would never be that, you learn brutally. This nonexistent relationship with Jimin is too real, and the fantasy will dwell as a only a fantasy.

He’d stay in your dreams for years consistently after that. You’d see him in passing, exchanging aphoristic greetings that has him speechless, confounded as to why there wasn’t more said. Space is good, you read somewhere in the comment section on an online forum where you post for advice. Space is needed for growth, for change, and an opening for you to become a better version of yourself. He’s unsure what he’s done, and he’s curious as to why you never told him about your accomplishment, how you obtained your driver's license without a word because he still has a keychain attached to his car fob that’s made specially for you.

But he was nervous. Hands perspiring more than they’d normally do, leg shaking unconsciously of the abundance of scenarios if he ever did confront you, and the periodic clenching of his jaw were uncontrollable. Jimin doesn’t know how this semi-friendship went reverse and back into acquaintances. All he knows is that he doesn’t want this. Jimin wants whatever the two of you had before—even if it meant that there wasn’t anything deeper than being your brother’s best friend. 

Jimin hasn’t seen you in a while. And the first time he does, it’s when you’re rushing out the house, nearly tripping over your untied laces, quickly yelling out a “bye!” before disappearing, hopping into an unknown friend’s car on route to who knows where. Jimin doesn’t know your friends, and he awfully wants to, just so he could be introduced as your boyfriend with his hand resting on your waist carefully, spoiling you the ways you deserve to be treated.

“Why do you keep looking at her like that?” Johnny asked, tossing another piece of popcorn in his mouth. He was lounging on the couch comfortably that day, snack bowl resting on his stomach with a remote in his free hand. Peering intently at his friend, it’s evident that Jimin has been acting offbeat lately, jittery even, and it only happens around you, like he’s got some secret he’s hiding. “You keep staring at her every time she’s home.”

“Has she seemed distant to you?” Jimin questions directly. It can’t be just him who sees this, right?

“No,” Johnny scoffs, chewing with his mouth open. It’s your pet peeve, watching your brother eat like such an animal and without you here, the room feels empty, missing your shrill screams to stop him. “She’s always acting like that. Rude especially, pretending that she doesn’t care to be involved in whatever I’m doing—“

“—Yeah, but she was never like that.” There’s an implied meaning when Jimin emphasizes the word in that way, and years of friendship with Johnny denotes without explanation that he understands the underlying message.

“True, then again, you do realize that she’s a teenager now, don’t you? She’s like… got her own issues going on to be following around her big brother and his best friend like some lost puppy. She’s got her own friends now, her own life.”

It’s something that Jimin doesn’t want to come to terms with. Sure, it was inevitable that you’d stop wanting to hang around your big brother—but what about him? Jimin wasn’t your brother. You couldn’t possibly see him in the same light… or did you?

If he could, it would just be the two of you hanging out. He deliberately takes the longer route that night he drives you home, because it’s one of those rare moments where Johnny isn’t around. Losing a date with Rosé didn’t have much of an impact on him as much as Johnny thinks, but losing the precious times with you hit hard.

It’s become a habit, bringing two soda cans from the kitchen whenever he’d come over. Johnny and you fought over a specific spot on the couch—the corner seat with the armrest that you both loved—and it’s a ritual that this happens before watching a movie. Eyes brimming with envy, Johnny always voices how upset he gets when Jimin doesn’t ever bring a drink for him. 

But today, when he brings both cans of Coca Cola, Johnny’s expression perks up. He’s happy that Jimin considers him this time, when really, it’s a reminder that you’re not here.

Jimin didn’t encounter ever being heart broken before. He thinks that it wasn’t an authentic heartbreak when you suddenly were playing a role in his life like you used to. But when you’re standing in your driveway, hair disheveled, stress written over your face with the hood propped open, something washes over him. He misses you. He badly misses you. You’re stunning, even when your white tank top has grease and dirt stains on it while attempting to fix your old car. Maybe you need help—this could be his shot in getting you to be more than acquaintances again. Somehow, your relationship is put on neutral, and it hasn’t moved from that gear since you put it in reverse. Just when Jimin is ready to leave Johnny’s room to lend you a hand, he notices another head pop out from under the hood.

Who the fuck was that?

The kid has a charming smile, Jimin owns up to that fact, with tattoos that start from his bicep and down to his hands, piercings that line his ears, and a body so built that his T-shirt is tight around his arms and pecs. He’s got a dingy rag in his grasp, wiping off his befouled palms while watching you speak with eyes corrupted with hearts. This guy was clearly into you and that didn’t sit well in Jimin’s stomach.

“Who’s that kid in your driveway?” 

Johnny peeks out the window where Jimin observes you from before looking back down into the magazine again. “Oh, that kid?” His friend doesn’t act surprised, which means the kid incontestably showed up before. “His name’s Jungkook. He stayed for dinner one of the days last week. Drives a motorcycle, a year older than her or something and is on the football team. Seems nice. I think he’s got a little crush on her.”

“Why didn’t I know that he stayed for dinner?”

Johnny shoots Jimin a strange stare. “Uh, ‘cause I thought it didn’t matter? What’s up with you?”

Then you laugh. It’s the most saccharine sound he hears, one that he wishes belonged to him solely, but when the tall kid, Jungkook, bashfully grins with his cheeks rosy at something you’ve said, Jimin’s jaw clenches in hatred.

“Sorry I asked you to come at such a weird time, Guk,” Guk?! Jimin’s blood is boiling. Even he hasn’t received a lovable nickname from you, and you’ve known him for years! “You’re the only person I know that has any type of understanding of cars. My brother is more of a bicycle guy than a car guy.”

“Don’t worry about it, pretty.” Jungkook says, the term of endearment bringing heat to your face. What gives Jungkook the right to have you flushing like this? “Thought we talked about this before. If you need anything, call me. I really mean it when I said I would give up this fuck boy life for you.”

You snort, rolling your eyes before pushing him back away from your car. Unlatching the car hood arm, you shut it harshly, confirming that it’s closed completely by pushing it down a couple times with your weight. “Yeah, whatever, Guk. I know how you guys work. We’re better as friends anyways.”

Jimin can’t believe it, but you invite Jungkook over for dinner tonight. He hasn’t had a meal with you in ages, and with your mom whipping up her special dishes, she practically begs for both Jimin and Jungkook to stay over.

“Ah, thanks Mrs. Suh for the lovely meal. And… also for letting me use your shower—I don’t know how much gunk she had in her car but it was all on me by the end of it.” He chuckles fetchingly, swooning your mother in seconds.

Ugh. This eyesore of a guy next to you that wasn’t him was bothersome. You’ll never know, but Jimin loathed Jungkook for being in that seat beside you—and it was then, when he saw you picking up some of the stir-fried veggies with your chopsticks from the shared dishes, placing some in Jungkook’s bowl, with a quiet, “eat up,” he could well-nigh hear the shattering of his heart.

You were Park Jimin’s first heartbreak.

And he blames it all on Jeon Jungkook.

Johnny snorts. He slams his locker with a thud, Chemistry textbook in hand that he’s never opened since the new school year. There’s disbelief spread across his face, uncertainty as to why Jimin is so willing to do a task that he finds such a chore, but if it meant one thing off his plate, he’s okay with it.

“I guess… it’s fine.” Johnny says hesitantly.

“I mean, you said you had that date tonight with the Son Naeun. If you have to grab your sister and drive her home from practice, you’ll end up missing it. Let me do it.”

Johnny sucks in his cheeks in thought. “But then you can’t go on your date.” He brings up, quirking a brow in confusion. “Why did she have to choose now to have her car broken down? Maybe I should just tell her to ask Jungkook—“

“No!” Jimin exclaims in interjection, and realizing how loud his voice had raised, he clears his throat. “I mean, no, I’d rather drive her. Forget the date. I’ll just cancel. Wasn’t feeling it anyways.”

“This is the second time I’m asking you to do it though.” Johnny frowns, a hand slipping into the front pocket of his jeans. It’s bizarre that Jimin didn’t want to go on another date with Rosé, especially with how much interest she had in Jimin, and there’s some eagerness in his tone at this. “I’ll be owing you.”

“No, I offered. Really. Let me do this for you.”

When Jimin approaches you to tell you the change of plans, Jungkook’s body is bolstered against the locker with that stupid, cheesy grin on his face. He’s so joyous to have your attention, cheeks probably burning and sore from how long he’s had this expression, and Jimin despises the guy to the core. That should be him feeling that way, not some jock with tattoos drawn on his arms like a kindergartener. 

“Hey,” Jimin greets, turning to Jungkook with a head nod and the latter reiterates. He’s doing his best to play it cool. “So, uh, Johnny can’t drive you today. I’ll drive you home instead. Just text me—“

“Oh, thanks, Jimin.” You smile softly, motioning your hand to gesture the male next to you. Jungkook does a little innocent wave, and Jimin feels like Jungkook knows something, teasing him with the action. “It’s alright. Jungkook is going to drive me home. He said he’s going to take another look at my car anyways, so I figured that it would be easier.” 

He’s fuming. Jimin swears if he said anything, his breath would burst into flames and he’s surprised when he responds, it doesn’t. “Oh, uh. Okay. Well, don’t hesitate to call me if you need me.”

When Jimin walks away, he misses the way Jungkook looks at you longingly, a hint of sadness in his gaze. “You should’ve told him that you like him if you’re not going to date me.”

You roll your eyes. “What? You want me to tell my brother’s best friend that I’ve been in love with him since we were seven? Don’t be unreasonable, Guk. He’d never love me back.”

When Jimin’s own high school graduation rolls around, it’s a whiplash to reality. It’s a smack to the face, punch to the gut, and a storm of ponderous concrete into reality. He’s leaving this place called home, starting anew at a university that’s hours away, without his parents or his siblings. Stepping past the threshold into adulthood, it’s a thing that no one is ever prepared for, and pushing aside all the sweet toppings that coat the actuality of things, he had to swallow the truth.  

He was going to be alone. Sure, he had Johnny as a roommate, but he didn’t have his family a room away anymore. 

High school was a challenge in its own. He has expectations he was supposed to reach, a reputation to uphold, and Jimin didn’t want to do any of it. Cheerleaders were to be under his arm with him displaying a signature smile on his face with charming words spilling from his mouth endlessly. Sadly, he didn’t want any of that. What he wanted was a Thursday afternoon at the library, surprising you with a cup of iced coffee, and studying together until your mother called for dinner.

That never happens. 

Instead, he was met with spending time with Rosé, a girl he technically faked having feelings for. Anyone with a set of eyes knew how beautiful she was, and she had a heart of gold to pair it with, but she wasn’t you. Jimin couldn’t commit to her because she just… wasn’t you. He felt guilty when tears spilled from the girl’s eyes when he told her that he can’t return feelings, but she wasn’t you. She couldn’t be you.

Seeing you beside your brother, arms around each other while wearing his graduation cap for a picture, his heart sinks. There’s no excuse to see you anymore, there isn’t any “I’m gonna go see Johnny” and sneaking glimpses of you passing by. 

When he got to college, forgetting you was a task on his to-do list that required a checkmark in the completed box.

So, Jimin has aced by doing it all. He’s lost his V-card, slept with a plethora of girls (safely, of course), and partied all week long. He joined the college’s wrestling team, excelled in his courses, and made new friends with Johnny along the way. 

He remembers in freshman year when Johnny got a call to come back home, he glances over at Jimin after looking down at his phone. “My mom wants me back this weekend. Wanna come with?” Jimin doesn’t hesitate to say ‘yes,’ claiming that it’s because he’s missed home-cooked food when he really has you saturating his mind.

Jimin can replay the memory of the first instance he saw you since going back to college quite vividly. It was hard not to, since you’ve grown into those baby fat cheeks in just a mere couple months.  

Truthfully, Jimin has always had a tiny little crush on you. It’s harmless, so he thinks, because he never harbored anything stronger than ‘she’s adorable, and it’d be cute to hold her hand while pecking her forehead’ kind of feelings.  

“Wow,” He slips, unconsciously dropping his jaw open. “You look… gorgeous.” You’re elegantly comely, still cute but a mature kind of cute. The “best friend’s kid sister” look isn’t you anymore. You’re… you.  

Jimin forgot that this time of year was when dances happened at your high school. He always forgets because he’s never been interested in things like these but seeing you here, dressed so enchantingly, he wishes that could revert back to high school and be the Prince Charming that offers his arm to you.

Then it hits him. Do you have a date?

And if you do, he’s begging it’s those group dates people talk about nowadays instead of a specific guy.

“H-Hey,” You greet awkwardly, rubbing your nape. Hair looped perfectly in a low bun with two strands let loose to frame your face, it’s the cause of his heart lodged in his throat because he’s speechless at the sight. “Thank you.”

He’s met beautiful women before. But none of them have shriveled his confidence into thin air like this. 

“Hey,” He breathes, finally swallowing whatever it was that blocks his airways. “Is… the dance tonight?”

“Yeah,” You respond, nibbling on your bottom lip. The way he’s all flustered because of you has your stomach in knots. Is this what it feels like to be a girl that Jimin gives his undivided attention to? “I uh… I agreed to let Jungkook take me since he’s annoyingly persistent.” 

Jungkook. It’s that stupid name again. Jimin hates the guy, even though he hasn’t done anything to him personally, it’s the thought that Jungkook potentially had a better chance with you that grinds his gears. 

“Are you guys dating?” He blurts, mentally smacking himself across the face for asking so shamelessly.

Laughing, your eyes crinkle in unison so adorably as you wave him off. “Oh, god, no. I think I’d spend day and night wondering if he was out with another girl.” 

So… did you like him? Jimin wasn’t going to straight up ask that, though he knows that eventually living without an answer might eat him up inside. 

When Jungkook arrives, there’s a smile that widens from cheek to cheek on you.  

Jimin senses his chances slimming down to none. It’s like he’s witnessing the first time Jungkook realizes that he might actually love you, from the way his gawk is bursting with adoration.

If Jimin had been entirely honest, trying to date his best friend’s little sister at the age he found out he had a crush on you would’ve been inappropriate. He had listed the pros and cons—and although there were so many pros to dating you, he couldn’t be okay at the notion of being eighteen and you being sixteen. It didn’t sit right with him.

So, he’s always kept his distance respectfully, though there’s a consistent churning in the pit of his stomach at the thought of you with someone else.

Especially when that someone else now has claimed an image in his head.

Jeon Jungkook is shameless, Jimin learns, and he gets to know Jungkook better in the short weekend he stays back home. For one, Jungkook is a “cool-ride” guy, which means he’s got transportation that’s not only convenient, but drives in style. He doesn’t care if it’s a sports car or a motorcycle—if it gets girls attracted to him like magnets, he’s in for it. The strange thing is that he’s fond of you, and how you so confidently reject him without faltering, only luring him in more.

“Jennie thinks you’re cute,” Jimin overheard you say when Jungkook is yet again underneath the hood of your car, apparently changing your oil. “Why don’t you go for her?” 

“Because she’s not you?” Jungkook responds back matter-of-factly, as if you’re supposed to know this. “She’s pretty and all, but she’s not you.”

Jimin can’t stand listening to the conversation anymore so he walks away to distract himself. He can feel his blood boiling, but the moment he steps out, he misses the way you sigh at Jungkook’s answer. “You know I’m not going to date you.”

“And I know that you’re never going to confess to him and he’s never going to do the same. So what are you waiting for? Just date me already. I’ll treat you well. Look! I even fixed your car up for you.”

You laugh at Jungkook, shaking your head in disapproval. “I’m not wasting my time dating guys unless I know I genuinely want to be with them, Guk. You’re sweet and all, but you’re just… too different.” 

It’s his turn to sigh heavily. “Is this what rejection feels like?” 

“Guk, this isn’t the first time I’ve turned you down.”

He whines. “I know, but still!”

Jimin doesn’t stop by often after that.

His chest aches every time he sees you, simply because you’re always more gorgeous than the last time he’s run into you, and he doesn’t understand how something he assumes to be impossible is… well, possible. You’ve grown into your features well, including improving your own basic makeup skills, making even your natural makeup days so effortlessly stunning. He doesn’t keep tabs on you, but he follows you on social media that you’re not active on, and can’t help but wonder who you hang out with lately, if you have a boyfriend, and if that boyfriend so happens to be Jungkook.  

He would know if Jungkook didn’t have his goddamn Instagram on private.

Howbeit, when Johnny announces during their sophomore year that you’ll be graduating high school, Jimin instantly jolts up from his bed at the words. “... so I was wondering if you wanted to come with, since well, the two of you used to be sort of close?”

“Uh, yeah yeah yeah, sure, of course,” Jimin says quickly, mouth full and head flooded with thoughts of seeing you again. 

Jimin grabs flowers. He doesn’t know which kinds you prefer, but he gets the prettiest ones he spots at the florists. The old lady who works there gifts him a warm smile, helping him decide which one was the best for a girl that he’s been fawning over for since his childhood, and he leaves the shop doused in confidence.

He remembers. He’ll never forget. 

In your high school graduation gown, the charming smile sits upon your lips. Your eyes practically disappear with how wide it is, pearly white teeth exposed and shining like the stars in the night sky. Posing for a picture, it’s kept as a memory, but what’s not caught is when you yell and slap Johnny’s arm for capturing such a bad shot. 

Jimin wants to frame this scene. The accomplishments you’ve made here; the plentiful tassels that decorate your shoulders, the amount of friends that come up and congratulate you—you’re the girl that everyone’s friends with. And he’s just another one of those people who stare at you admiringly, wishing that they were playing a more important role in your life.

When people finally disperse, he takes the opportunity in his grasp, striding his way to the girl that he finds so far, yet standing near him. “Hey,” He says, mirroring the expression on your face. “Congrats, kiddo.” You don’t know, and you might never, but he spent hours picking his attire. It’s just a denim jacket with a white tee, yes—but he probably went through eighteen different outfits before leaving the house. 

“Thanks,” you’re mumbling, however he hears you, and he basks in the reaction he gets. “I’m surprised you made it out here.” Heat begins to flood your cheeks, and he’s hoping that it’s not the summer’s weather that’s got you like this because Jimin wants nothing more than to be the reason you get recessive.  

“Of course,” He starts off, already giddy that you’re talking to him so casually. You haven’t in years; spending all your time avoiding him in any instance possible. But you’re here, plumb in front of him, and not running away. “How could I miss your graduation? Finishing high school is a big achievement. I’m proud of you. I’ll always be there for you during the big events…” 

He’d never miss your important events. Yet at the same time, he doesn’t want to transpire as if he’s coming on too strong so he adds, “...and the small ones, if I can make it, that is.” Jimin clears his throat. That should work.

“Well,” You begin, bouncing on the balls of your feet. “I hope you can come to the BBQ tonight then.” Your voice will always be gentle, gingerly brushing against his fragile heart that you previously hurt without even trying. 

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Jimin replies, and he really wouldn’t.  

Your mom does an amazing job of making your backyard look like a professional venue. She has streamers that stretch from one part of the lawn to the other, banners that have ‘congrats, grad,’ written across, matching the writing that’s on the plates and cups scattered around. 

When Johnny gets up to assist your dad at the grill, Jimin takes this as his opening. Basically diving for the seat, he’s praying that nobody would come and interrupt any available moment he has with you. 

“So…” He taps his fingers against the wooden picnic table anxiously. Talking to girls was never difficult for him, yet somehow with you, it becomes a struggle. “How are you enjoying the after high school life?” Jimin almost smacks himself across the face. That’s the best thing he could come up with?

You laugh. It’s bubbly and warm, like the feeling of home, the comfort of being wrapped in a blanket in front of a fireplace. “It’s only been two hours since, Jimin.” Even you know it’s a dumb question, yet you play along anyway. You were good at making people forget about their embarrassment. “But… it feels great. Like all those years of public school ended with something valuable. I grew up, hit puberty, and finally have a better relationship with Johnny. A couple months from now, we’d be going to the same University and a year after, maybe even share an apartment together.”

There’s a lot of development in the positive direction between you and Johnny. You’ve always fought, but now it’s harmless bantering. And truthfully, Jimin doesn’t need to have you as long as you have a good relationship with your brother. 

“Well, how about that.” He says, arms crossing against his chest. “I felt the same way though. I learned a lot through high school and it’s made me who I am today. I hated a lot of those years but without them… I wouldn’t be who I am now.”

The look on your face contorts into shock. This is a revelation, because you don’t notice how Jimin felt throughout his years. 

“I thought you loved high school.” 

“I did.” Jimin nods at his own statement. “Sometimes. Most of the time it was pressuring, having to live up to everyone’s standards of me. I wanted to live freely, do stupid things and stay up late at night watching movies or sitting at the park ‘til the sun came out. At a point, I had a crush on you but everyone told me to go for Rosé because she was just so fitting for me.”

You’re stuttering over your own words. “You.. what?”  

He shrugs. “High school just wasn’t for me.”

“No—“ You rapidly shake your head, completely caught off guard by the information. “Aft-After that. You said you had a crush on me? I… I thought you liked that blonde girl.”

He doesn’t know where it comes from, but he spills. Jimin finally tells you the feelings he’s holding back in all these years, the heartbreak he had to overcome, and his experiences back in high school that made him reluctant to decide on things.  

It’s why he was with Rosé in the first place. 

Before he could finish elaborating his perspective, you interpose by calling his name through your tempting lips. “I… thought you didn’t like me. I wanted to get over this stupid crush I’ve always had on you.” You gulp, and he’s never seen you this nervous before. “I’ve been in love with you since I was seven.” 

Was Jimin wasting all those years of dreaming about you from afar when he could’ve had you in his arms?

Despite your confession, you made it clear that night under the stars. When your family diffuses, making their way home after ending the party with goodbyes and congratulations, Jimin steals you away to lay underneath the night sky at your nearby park. 

“I don’t want to date,” You admit sadly, heart falling apart at the seams from your own words. But this was a big girl decision, one that you’re certain of. 

“Not that I don’t want to date you—I think… you’re amazing, Jimin. I just… don’t want to hold you back.” You concede, and each reason you say after that has him torn to pieces. “I don’t want to be the girl that you end up giving up things for. I don’t want you to suddenly stop attending wrestling practices because you want to spend time with me, and I pray that you don’t ruin your friendship with my brother. I’m not worth it. I’m not worth pausing all the great things happening to you in college because we were the ‘could’ve been’ couple. I don’t want to be someone you resent being with, Jimin.”

And that’s the start of how you and Jimin never came to be. You’re the reason for a relationship that you yearned for, with a guy that were pieces of perfection fitted into a person. Although he doesn’t agree, he thinks more than anything that you’re worth it, Jimin respects your choice. “Maybe... in the right time of our lives, we’ll be together.”

You’ve seen the paths that his eyes had wandered to. Admittingly so, you want to go too. And yet, overcoming the one obstacle that stops you from doing so is just too hard. That obstacle ends up being yourself.

When a milestone hits, Jimin is always here. He never fails to be of attendance, often carrying a bouquet of roses, beaming brightly with a heaven-sent grin plastered on his face, and while still dressed in casual attire that he manages to make it look like he’s wearing something out of this world. And, without a fail, you reciprocate the same things for him. 

Moving into your college dorm, Jimin tags along, lending a hand. He helps you unload the boxes, carry them into your new room, and gives you some pointers and suggestions based on his time of living in one himself. Johnny joins with, hitting on a couple girls in the hallway in passing, but Jimin never reiterates the same action. Jimin always has his eyes on you, exclusively onto you, and you never realize how appetencingly the gaze is.

Jimin doesn’t talk about it, but he hates this distance between you. He craves eminently that he could turn back time, confess to you just earlier than the moment of recognition that you had feelings for him, and convince you enough to stay with him, regardless of what the future holds. You’re the one person that fell out of his grasp, spilling from between his fingers. And Jimin repents watching you walk away.

Sadly, it’s the last time Jimin ever runs into you during college again.

Campus is huge. Incredibly huge. If you were part of a high school sweetheart duo and broke off on bad terms, already committing to this university, you didn’t need to worry about accidentally meeting them outside of your courses. Although you and Jimin weren’t ever a couple, he’s never seen you again after that. 

Johnny and you hang from time to time, but Jimin doesn’t interfere. He notices the shift in the dynamic of the relationship between the siblings—Johnny seems to have eased you into his heart, allowing you to finally have that brother-sister bond that you hadn't had before. Jimin figures that it would be best to admire from the distance, but because of this, he hasn’t seen you since.

When Jimin graduates, he finally gets to see that pretty face yet again.

In his cap and gown, it’s almost like a replication of his high school accomplishment. Except, this one is another four years with a degree that he’s passionate about, one that he can hopefully apply to real life situations and finally get him to start that job he has. Jimin feels lucky. Jimin feels bliss.

But he feels something else when he sees you in that cute floral dress that hugs your curves so well. 

It’s a bit embarrassing, he thinks, how he’s viewing his best friend’s little sister at this very second. The swell of your breasts are tightly shoved into the cups of your dress, and when you turn around, he swears the breath in his lungs were vacuumed out because—when the fuck did you get such a nice ass?

“Jimin!” You say his name gleefully, and he could listen to it on repeat. You’re bouncing on the tip of your toes, tits jiggling in that tiny piece of fabric and he’s about to choke on his own saliva. “Congrats! I can’t believe you’re done college!”

“Y-yeah,” Jimin responds back weakly, and he mentally smacks himself in the face for that. Why’s he sound like a bitch for in front of you? But god, how are you so hot? If Johnny had a sister that looked exactly like him, maybe Jimin wouldn’t feel this way. Then again, during your childhood, the most perennial comment you received was how different your features were from your brother. “Wow, you look… pretty. How’ve you been?”

“Great!” Hands behind your back, he finally notices how dubious you’re being. “I uhm… have something for you.”

“For me?” Jimin queries, pointing at himself. 

You pull out a bouquet of flowers from behind, shoving it into his face with both your hands. It’s an assortment of pinks, reds, and whites, shades that are more fitting for you than himself. “I… arranged them myself. I know your favorite colors are blue and black but… nature doesn’t produce flowers in those colors. I figured that it would be a sweeter gesture if I did it this way.”

Jimin stumbles while trying to grab your brother from the crowd to take a picture of the two of you with your gift, and another one of just the flowers itself for safekeeping. You know, for when the flowers die. He wants a picture to remember for the ages. 

That picture remains as his wallpaper for years to come.

When Jimin goes home that night, he hates himself. He hates that he’s immediately stripped out of his clothes the instant he passes the threshold of his bedroom in the shared apartment, completely bare, clicking the lock shut, and tossing his body onto his made bed.

Dinner had been a combination of both your family and his. There was a lot of chatter between the adults about how much Jimin and Johnny have grown, and how proud they were that the two boys were done with their higher education. Jimin had a job lined up afterwards, and Johnny was planning on working for three months overseas in the States before coming back and continuing his career. 

Johnny had his attention on some girl that was waitressing. 

Jimin, however, had his on you.

You talk his ear off, but he doesn’t care. There’s stories from your current college year, and how many friends you’ve made. You mention all the parties you’ve attended, how much you’ve drank and the amount of times you’ve vomited. 

Gross, yes. But why does Jimin still wish he was there by your side as you’re hunched over the toilet, makeshift ponytail in his hand while soothingly rubbing your back?

Then it got him thinking. What if he had a hand holding that makeshift ponytail while you’re on your knees, pretty pink lips wrapped around his erection? His thoughts are clouded of your head bobbing, tits bouncing with each movement in that tight dress, warm orbs hooded, gazing up at him.

Jimin muffles a moan. His eyes are closed, thumb brushing over the slit of his cock, spreading the beads of precum over his skin. Instead of your mouth, he settles for his own right hand but his head is fogged up with just you. 

He’s kept this image of you inscribed in his thoughts where you’re an innocent, beautiful girl that he’s been in love with. Yet seeing you again, as a woman this time, all he can think about is the plethora of dirty things he could be doing with you.

He feels like a teenager again like this—eager to cup your breasts into the palms of his hands, and he could only envision the soft and supple skin underneath his touch. 

Leaning up, Jimin props himself against the headboard of his bed, dipping forward before spitting into his hand. The grip around his cock tightens, just as he assumes your pussy would do the moment you’d sink down. The spread between his thumb and fingers attempt to mimic the way your slit would, ring of muscle embracing him with your warmth, walls dragging along the ridge of his throbbing dick. “Oh, fuck,” He gasps, head dropping back against the wooden frame, droplets of sweat appearing on his forehead. Hips bucking into his hold, the lewd moist sounds imitates how wet you’d be for him. 

Beginning to pant, his head is dizzy, swarmed by the vision of you crawling over him, breasts exposed directly in his face, hand pressed against his bare chest. God, he’s so weak for the way your lips upturn into a smile, face so pure despite your contradicting actions. His hand quickens its pace at the abstraction of you bouncing on his cock, chest jiggling with every time his dick enters you. What he’d do just to hear your lovely voice moan into his ears, whimpering over his lap, filled with him to the brim. 

He remembers your uncovered neck and collarbones, coveting to bite and suck on the velvety skin. And when you gulp, gasping when he hits that spot, Jimin feels crazy that his imagination could run this wild because he’s cumming in his palm, ropes of white decorating his abdomen.

Life is great. Yet sometimes, it feels like there’s a missing piece to it.

You’ve graduated, and Jimin is present on the day of your achievement. This time, however, he doesn’t stay long. He hands off the flowers like he’s always done, snap a photo with the two of you together, but this time around, he doesn’t wait for dinner. That trademark smile isn’t personal anymore, and the meeting is rushed. “I have to get back to the office,” he says apologetically, and although you respond that it’s all forgiven, it’s not. You don’t believe his words, lamentably, and it afflicts the previous wounds from loving him.

You move on. You even get an offer to your dream job, and in spite of the fact that Jimin crosses your mind when you get the letter, you don’t tell him. You start your new job, and you’ve even begun seeing new people, dating some of them too. He’s absent from your head for a while, but there’s no doubt that Jimin still pops up in your thoughts from time to time, seldom as a memory. You learn that first loves aren’t ones to be thrown in the back burner—they’re your firsts for a reason.

Johnny has a girlfriend now.

She’s great, and there’s honestly no complaints coming from you. The girl is everything you’d wish for your brother to have in a lover; beautiful, smart, and kind. She’s fun to be around, often siding with you during your playful banters with your brother, and in the end when he looks at her with a grouch, she giggles and pulls him into a loving embrace.

Would you ever have that? The guys you’ve met never make you feel the way that Johnny does when he looks at his girlfriend.

You feel like a third wheel when you’re trudging along behind, watching the way Johnny’s face brightens the moment he sees her, amenable to anything she desires, completely smitten. 

“She’s everything and more,” You reminisce him confess. Johnny’s isn’t the type to produce ardent declarations of love, but when it came to her, he’s willing. You want love like that—love that motivates you to be a better version of yourself, and continue to improve so you could grow with that person.

Maybe you’d have to be content with this loneliness.

You’re thrilled when Johnny announces that he’s proposed to his girlfriend. It’s the most certain he’s ever been on a decision, and you’re truly happy for him. Johnny’s progressed from an annoying brother to a respectable one. 

Then it hits you.

You’d see Jimin again. Jimin’s going to be his best man, without a doubt.

In the end, your hypothesis is proven correct. Johnny announces that Jimin is going to be his best man, and his now fiancé, Chorong, essentially has to beg you to be a bridesmaid. 

“Fine,” You mutter under your breath, arms interweaving athwart your chest. “You’ve convinced me. I’ll be your dumb bridesmaid.” Although you roll your eyes and pull your lips into a straight line, you’re feigning annoyance because you’re more than chuffed to be part of the celebration of their love.

There never seems to be a ‘right time.’ Whenever he forecasts the universe is giving him a signal, a hint even, that two of you could actually be together, it doesn’t happen. His prediction results in being disappointingly wrong. A hurdle, barricade, or an obstruction prevents it from going in the direction he wants. There’s always a sign that blocks the road to you, reading “detours” and an arrow in another direction. 

Today is one of those times.

When he stands in front of you, with another pretty girl by his side, it hurts seeing him with someone else; the pain that twinges your chest is somehow tolerable. It’s as if your heart has grown familiar with this ache, adapting to the fact that no matter what happens—you and Jimin aren’t a thing. But you’d be lying if you said you weren’t jealous of his new arm candy.

Maybe it’d been a mistake coming back home this weekend. Maybe you shouldn’t have agreed to run errands for your mom. Maybe spending time at home would’ve been a better option. But you know that none of these things mattered anyways because Johnny’s getting married soon. Whether you liked it or not, your chances of running into Jimin increases drastically, and with the wedding a month away, you may even see him on a daily basis now.

“Hey,” He accosts, in the middle of the bustling crowds at the mall, and he’ll never admit it to his current girlfriend, but when he sees you, it’s like there’s only you. The people around the two of you disappear within thin air and all he can see is that smile drawn on your face, with soft and pillowy lips that he wished he had an invitation to. “It’s been a while.”

“It’s always been awhile.” You reply playfully faintly, but you break away the eye contact. His warm orbs had remained alluring, hypnotizing you with those swirls of chocolate, sweet like the treat. If anything, you want to do your best in keeping your distance. Jimin has a girlfriend now, and obviously enough, she’s not you.

Jimin clears his throat, glancing over at the girl with the glamorous jet black hair. She’s breathtaking, just like the girl Rosé back in high school and it’s expected that Jimin interminably gets the ‘dream girl.’ Jimin gets the cool girls, and part of you hopes that you were eventually confident enough to be that cool girl. “This is... Johnny’s little sister. You’ve heard about her.”

“Right,” She confirms, her upturned lips showcasing disdain. Despite her beauty, the emotion behind the expression doesn’t demonstrate any genuinity in it. “Chaerin. But everyone calls me Cherry. Jimin’s girlfriend, but you knew that.”

You didn’t. Jimin doesn’t tell you about his girlfriends, he doesn’t tell you much about anything, and rightfully so. You’re the one who told him that there wasn’t an us anyways. “I did.” It’s a lie that slips through your teeth. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Cool.” She turns to her boyfriend, the boy who used to tend to your wounds back then, and pushes her hair away without a care, as if she doesn’t have a clue that the most solicitous guy belongs to her. “I’m going to that store we talked about. You coming?”

“Uh, yeah, after. Let me catch up with—“

Chaerin looks shocked. “You’re coming, now or never.”

Jimin sneaks a glimpse at you then at Chaerin. He desperately wants to pick you; he’d pick you over and over, each time again, but he belongs to Chaerin. “I—” Heaving out a heavy breath, his eyes shut to hold back all his emotions before fluttering them open. “Yeah. Okay.” His gaze is apologetic when it meets with yours, and the ache of heartbreak apparently doesn’t go away. “I’ll see you around.”

Tossing your keys in the front door bowl after entering your childhood home, you’re completely worn by the encounter alone. Why you decided to come back this weekend specifically is beyond you. Is this just how luck works?

Johnny lays on the couch, claiming the spot he usually does, forehead wrinkling in confusion at your reaction. “What’s up with you?”

“Jimin has a girlfriend?” You blurt, slightly agitated. 

Johnny sits up from his position, eying you strangely. “Currently, yeah. He’s always dated on and off though. Why?”

Honestly, you’re not sure what comes over you. It must’ve been this pent up frustration that accumulated throughout the years but you’re over it. You’re over this. No matter how hard you try, dating, meeting new people, and even avoiding Jimin, something in you perceives that he’s the one who got away. If you want something, you should go get it. Why are you hurting yourself when you could be happy? But what if that something is someone and he’s in a relationship? 

But is he happy? Does she make his heart flutter like he does to yours? Does she run through his mind even when he thinks he’s forgotten about her like he does for you?

“Because I wanted to be his girlfriend. I wanted to be the one who holds his hand, to be the one he confides to, to be—agh, I don’t know! I just wanted to be his and I’m not.” You reveal, and the moment you say it, there’s regret. If you could, you would devour back your words because Johnny isn’t supposed to know. What if he hates you after this? What if he resents you and thinks you’re absolutely out of your mind for crushing on his childhood best friend who stays ‘til this day?

Johnny freezes. He doesn’t move and it’s hard to decipher what's going through his mind because he’s silent the entire time. You exaggeratedly count years in your head until he finally speaks, face contorting to an empathetic one. 

“Why didn’t you tell me that before?”

You force Johnny to keep it a secret.

Thankfully, confessing to your brother that you’ve been in love with his best friend goes better than anticipated. He’s accepting. If anything, he’s remorseful. Johnny wallows in guilt because he’s the predator probing Jimin to start dating again, assuming that his friend was lonely the whole time when you’ve been waiting in the sidelines patiently.

“Sorry, kiddo.” Johnny repeats for the hundredth time that weekend, ruffling your hair gingerly. He agonizes the loss of his two favorite people ever dating, and the thought of going back in time to fix everything again gets entertained.

First loves are different from others. They’re the people that engrave themselves in your memory, even if you’re unwilling, and no matter how many wounds are made coming out of it, they’ll stay the first. They’re the lessons that help prepare you for the other loves to come, the ones who have you ready when you meet your last.

When you told him, “Maybe... in the right time of our lives, we’ll be together,” on the night of your graduation, there’s a lot of bitterness from the future version of yourself to your past. Why couldn’t you have just accepted his feelings then? Why were you such a coward, running away from something that could’ve been?

Would you and Jimin still be together today? Or would he stay just that—your first love?

But you’ll never know. Based off a stupid decision you made when you were eighteen.

“Why’d I wait so long?” It’s a rhetorical question because you know the answer but Johnny responds to it anyway. “Because you were a smart eighteen year old.”

You flinch, glaring at your older sibling. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, put yourself in your shoes back then. Why did you make that decision in the first place? What made you come to the conclusion that you didn’t want to pursue a relationship with him? Don’t say it was me. I know that it wasn’t.”

Slouching in your seat on the couch of your parents’ living room, you huff. 

In a way, it makes sense. The kid back then who graduated high school still had the biggest crush on her brother’s best friend, the one who never failed to lend a hand whenever she needed, and the moment he professes his love for her, she bails. But she does it with a purpose.

Jimin is a dream.

Jimin is unattainable.

Jimin is your brother’s best friend.

He was put on a pedestal in your perspective during your younger years, incessantly considered as someone who wasn’t even in the same spectrum as you were. Park Jimin was out of your league. You’d view him as this guy who was popular, loved by all the girls (well, everyone), and talented in everything. Jimin checked off the boxes of the list of perfect qualities in a man, and to be fair, you’d been a bit intimidated. Him dating you was a box left unmarked; you would be Jimin’s mistake. You didn’t want to be the downfall of someone who was flawless.

Park Jimin could have any girl in the world. But he wanted you.

It seemed too surreal at the time, as if he was saying it to pull a prank on you. He’s altruistic, generally gracious and looked out for you during the span of your relationship with your brother that had been rocky. But that’s Jimin. Sweet likes the candies in your pumpkin bucket on Halloween, like the first time you try to discover the Starbucks Frappuccino in middle school and it tastes amazing. He has eyes that mimic the way half-moons look at night when he laughs, the sound similar to the thickness of honey. He had collected many superlatives in your head, everything except the position as your boyfriend.

“I didn’t want Jimin to give up all the things he earned in college for a girl who’s just starting university,” You affirm solemnly. “I felt like if we dated, all of those things would disappear.”

“They wouldn’t disappear. Knowing you, you’d probably make sure he didn’t quit because of you.”

“I get that now,” You sigh, head thrown back. “It’s too late now.”

“Because what? Jimin has a girlfriend? Fuck her.” 

“Johnny.” You say your brother’s name sternly. “It doesn’t work like that.”

“Oh, come on. You can’t tell me that he doesn’t still have feelings for you. He’s been obvious since he met Jungkook for god’s sake. He hasn’t even really dated any girls.”

You tilt your head. “Jungkook?”

Johnny scoffs. “You’re not serious, right? There was probably smoke comin’ out of his ears when he met the kid. Jimin thought he was going to lose you to Jungkook.”

“He... liked me as far as back then?” Startled at the revelation, your eyes widened. “I didn’t know that.”

“He probably thought it was weird.”

“Well, did he tell you?”

Johnny hesitates. “No... not exactly. I kind of figured he had a thing for you when he rejected a date with Rosé just to drive you home. Then he was all grumpy when Jungkook said he’d take you instead.”

Johnny isn’t good with secrets. You should’ve known this, after all, he is your brother. In fact, you’re impressed that he’s kept it in this long.

That’s why when he suddenly asks to meet in public, Jimin isn’t quite sure what his friend’s motives are. Johnny chooses a local coffee shop, one nearby Jimin’s apartment. They decided to find their own places when Johnny met his first serious girlfriend, thinking she’d been his ‘the one.’ But he’d been wrong. She wasn’t, and Jimin was a good friend for staying by his side during it. This time, it’s Johnny’s turn.

“What do you mean she likes me?” Jimin says, exasperated. This has got to be a joke. 

Johnny fiddles around with the straw of his iced coffee, a penitent smile on his lips. He decides somewhere with people nearby, honestly afraid of how Jimin might react. They never fight, and when they did, they’d make up quickly. But something tells Johnny that this isn’t the same as it’s always been. He’s trudging on a fine line here, bringing up a girl Jimin had harbored feelings for, who unexpectedly reciprocated the equivalent ardor presently. 

And this happens after Johnny pressures him into dating Chaerin.

“My sister... she’s always had feelings for you and she still does.” Johnny begins, steering clear of Jimin’s piercing gaze. He wants to mend this, make it better on his friend, help his friend be happy, but he’s the one that dragged him into the current relationship in the first place. “I know you used to have feelings for her and—“

“—You knew.” He lets out a gust of air from his mouth, shaking his head in incredulity. “You knew the whole time that I liked her and you didn’t think to say anything to me? What am I supposed to do now? I’m with Chaerin.”

“I know but—“

“But what?”

“I don’t know.” Johnny divulges. It’s a lot of information to sink in at once, and he can’t possibly imagine how confused his friend must feel. “Do what you will with that. But she saw you with Chaerin the other day, and I’ve actually never seen her seem so...”

“So what?” Jimin snaps back, vertical wrinkles appearing between his brows. He’s furious, unsure what to think or say because it’s everything he wishes and can’t have at the same time. “What’d she seem like?” He speaks through his gritted teeth, and despite the evident anger his friend possesses, Johnny remains calm.

“Like she saw the guy she was in love with suddenly move on.”

In all seriousness, Jimin could never hate Johnny. Even in this scenario, where he’s put his own best friend in a position where he assumes that if he doesn’t make a decision fast enough, he’ll sink into the quicksand. His legs have been engulfed, and he’s not down to his chest and yet he’s suffocating. He doesn’t know what to do.

But what Jimin is assured of is that he doesn’t just have remnants of feelings for you, he still feels for you the same way he has before.

He ends up telling Chaerin that it wasn’t going to workout. Truthfully, she wasn’t his type to begin with—he’d only date her for the purpose that it would make Johnny feel better about the whole situation of getting engaged and Jimin being alone.

Either way, he wasn’t sure what to do now. It’s been years since your last true encounter, and you broke his heart.

Why is it that every time he sees you, the very same feeling of things churning in the pits of his stomach? As if he’s light on his feet, floating in midair, heart swelling and in unison filled with this inexplicable euphoria. Even when you’re across the room that’s overflowing with people, there’s just you. 

It’s a cliché, talking about how much of a delight it is to see that smile again but Jimin isn’t ashamed of it.

There’s nights like these, where the city lights don’t steal the spotlight from the glow of the stars and it’s just the midnight sky that allows those stars to shine. It brings him back to the days in high school, where responsibilities and problems seemed an amplitude larger, and he craves to tell the younger version of Jimin that it’d be one of the simpler times in life. 

He often thinks of that ‘could’ve been’ that you talked about before. However, it wasn’t similar to those dreams that you had for the two of you.

He imagines those late hour drives that ‘could’ve been.’ Relives the memory of himself daydreaming while on dates he spent with a stereotypical gorgeous blonde, mind submerged in you in that passenger seat, holding his hand as you listen attentively to the stories he shares. 

For the rest of the rehearsal dinner, he can barely hold up conversations with your close family members. They ask him a lot about his life, how he’s doing, and what he’s been up to, but he’s unsure if he’s formulating proper sentences with how much you’ve inundated his mind. He hoped to talk to Johnny and Chorong, but they’re so busy chatting up with guests that he figures it’d be best not to intervene.

Jimin needs a breather. The venue is spacious and wide, enough for people to spread out, but he feels the walls caving in and the air stuffy. Loosening his tie, he excuses himself from a discussion with one of your cousins who bats her long lashes at him, pushing the double doors out to the entrance of the place.

The brisk air hits hard but it’s just what he needs. He cools down within seconds, and when he turns, ready to go back in, there you are. Standing right beside him, and he gets a better view of you in that long dress that doesn’t do anything other than compliment your beauty. 

“Oh, uh... hey.” He addresses you apprehensively.

“Can I skip the formalities and ask you something?”

“When did we ever have to do formalities?” Jimin answers back skeptically. “We grew up together. You can be honest. I won’t be offended.” He talks ever so confidently when deep down, he’s nervous out of his mind. How are you so put together?

You chew on your bottom lip. The lipstick smears off the skin and yet you can’t care enough for your appearance when you’re occupied with rallying all your courage to speak out. “When’s the right time?”

Jimin quirks a brow. “I’m sorry? I’m not catching on.” He gets a whiff of your breath, and it’s laced with a bit of alcohol. He’s ready to halt you from saying anything else, in case you spill something you wouldn’t if you were sober, however, you beat him to it.

“When’s the right time for us to ever be together?”

Jimin doesn’t move. He’s rigid, scared if he makes any actions, he’d be waking up from a dream that you’re asking this.

Flabbergasted by your own boldness, you sigh, combing your fingers through your wavy locks that you’ve styled earlier. You’ve dolled yourself up for the night, in hopes of stealing his breath away, and you’re not even sure if it’s a success. “I just… I’ve come to the conclusion that there’s never a right time. And that’s totally fine—I get that there’s a chance that we may not even be a thing. Then it had me thinking… what if there isn’t one? What if… we’re supposed to just do this? Be together and defy what was presumed to be the odds?”

He wants this. There’s no doubt about it, and Jimin would never hesitate on an opportunity, an opening for there to be an us. But you’re drunk. He doesn’t want it to be this way, especially if there’s a contingent that you’re spitting nonsense. He doesn’t want to take advantage of a situation where you’re vulnerable, unlike your normal self.

“You’re wasted,” He states factually, hands on your arms to get a closer look at your bloodshot eyes. “Let me take you home. We can talk about this another time.”

“No.” You retort acutely. If alcohol is the only way to confess, then so be it. “I may be sort of inebriated, but I mean it. I wanna be your girlfriend, Jimin. And I know that you’re dating that girl, Chae...Cherr… Cherryin—“

“Chaerin,” He corrects.

“Chaerin!” Raising your hand up in accomplishment, you drop it immediately and continue with slur, all while presenting a frown on your face, “I know you’re dating Chaerin, but I really wanna be your girlfriend.”

“Kid, let’s get you back home.”

“Are you even listening to me?” You whine, stomping in your heels. Toes red with blisters on the back of your foot, evidently in pain, Jimin shakes his head at your tantrum, pushing down on your shoulder with a pointer finger so you’d sit on the curb. Angrily abiding by instruction, you settle on the concrete. “Jimin. I asked if you’re listening to me.”

“Of course I am, you know I’m always listening to you.” He counters, pulling the latch off of your shoes. Feet free, you plant them on the cool asphalt, cheeks flushing pink from both the drinks from earlier that night, and his caring gesture. “But I don’t want this to be something you’re blurting because you’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk!”

He laughs lightly. “You are most definitely drunk, kid. You even said so yourself. But that’s okay. You had fun tonight.”

Unbuttoning his suit blazer, he crouches down to meet your height with his bottle of water in hand that he brought out earlier. As he’s twisting the cap, you jut out your bottom lip when he offers you a sip. “Do you care about your girlfriend like this?”

“She’s not my girlfriend anymore,” Jimin responds calmly, bringing the mouth of the bottle to your lips but your jaw slacks in shock.

“What?!”

Frustratedly, he clicks his tongue with an annoyed sigh of your name. “Why’d you do that? Now you have water all over your legs. Can you drink some of it at least?” He dabs the droplets with his sleeve.

“You… you and her broke up? Why?” It’s the first time your voice lowers and softens since the moment you get him alone that night, and your gentleness warms him. “I’m sorry, Jimin. I didn’t mean to push myself onto you. Are you okay?”

Quite frankly, he’s more than okay.

He didn’t tell Johnny, but after the words, “...she’s always had feelings for you and she still does,” was all he needed to hear to break off his current relationship. Keeping a comfortable distance from you right after was only for the safety of his heart, unprepared to reassemble it once again.

“It’s fine,” Jimin responds with a weak smile. “Don’t worry about it. I didn’t see it working out, so I let her go. Anyways, let me take you home, yeah? Before you drink any more, of course.”

Jimin concludes on driving you home. Opening the door for you, you discern that it’s not in the same car he had in high school, but it’s this new, sleek matte black Lexus that he’s earned from his well-paying job. Being in this particular passenger seat feels different, specifically because you catch him casting his worried eyes in your direction occasionally, making sure you’re okay. 

Is this what Rosé felt? 

He believes your judgement is impaired from the alcohol, but you perceive otherwise. It’s merely a hint of the liquid courage in your bloodstream that turns on your boldness, and without it, you would’ve never had the guts to tell him how you really feel.

“You good?”

“Mmm.”

“That’s not an answer, kid.”

“Do you always have to call me a kid?” You scrunch up your nose in discontent. “We’re only two years apart. And we’re not in high school anymore. I don’t want you to see me as a kid anymore.”

He chuckles, voice deep and hearty. Jimin doesn’t waste his breath to say much, hands gripping on his leather steering wheel while keeping his attention focused on the road.

“What’s so funny?” You jut out your bottom lip.

“Because I’ve never really seen you as a kid since you turned eighteen.”

Puffing your cheeks, you’re in no mood to get out of the car. Giving Jimin a hard time wasn’t really helping your case in solidifying that you weren’t a kid anymore, but you genuinely didn’t want to leave your seat. It meant the night would end, starting over once again without Jimin as yours. “No.”

“Come. We need to get you washed up and ready for bed. I’m sure your parents aren’t going to be happy to see their only daughter completely wasted after the wedding rehearsal. They’ll be home later. What happens at the wedding?”

You shrug nonchalantly. “Future me can worry about that.”

“Hey.” He says gravely, narrowing his eyes at you. In return, you roll yours.

“I don’t like when you’re talking to me like that.” 

“Like what?”

“Like a kid being lectured and needs to learn a lesson!” You fire back, vexed with the way he speaks. “I’m older now. I have my own apartment. I hit puberty. Don’t you notice?”

Jimin keeps the door propped open with his body. “Of course I notice. You’re definitely not that seven year old that fell off a scooter. So, let’s take you inside, that way you’re all safe and sound, and you can be an adult as you’d like in the confines of your home.”

Frowning, you comply despite the dispute, pushing yourself out of the seat lazily, nearly toppling over the older male. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on,” his hand is wrapped around your wrist, another on your waist. “Take it easy. You’re drunk, remember?”

“No, I’m just clumsy.” You huff, ankles bending from slipping off the heel. “I got this.”

“Absolutely not.”

It takes some effort, but he finally gets you inside. He throws your shoes to the corner of your room, shuffling to get you into your bed. “I don’t wanna sleep.” You spout, sitting on the edge of your bedsheets. Jimin doesn’t respond, leaving the room and for a brief moment, you think he leaves, waiting to hear the sound of the front door shutting, but he comes back with a bottle of water.

“Drink some more water.” He says, pulling the covers out from under you. 

“Are you staying?” You ask dauntlessly, blinking blankly. Stunned, his mouth gapes open slightly, diffident about how to reply. “I-uh, probably not. Your parents are coming home soon and Johnny’s staying with Chorong. I don’t really have a place to sleep, and your couch isn’t really comfortable—”

“Sleep here.”

Jimin snorts. “What?”

You pat the empty spot beside you, motioning him to come closer. “Sleep here. Sleep with me.”

“Kid, you’re drunk.”

“I’m sober now,” you articulate, and Jimin finds this amusing. “I’m sober enough to know what I’m asking for, and what I’m requesting is for you to stay the night. It’s late, I don’t want you driving, and I don’t want to be alone.”

“I live like two blocks away—”

“Exactly! So you agree, it’s too late and too far.” He raises a brow at your take, but concedes regardless. Your parents wouldn’t be home for another couple hours, and he felt safer knowing that you had someone here. Maybe just a couple hours. He’d stay for a couple hours then drive himself back home. “Okay… fine. But just until your parents get home.”

He can’t sleep.

For one, he tries to pry you off, but you’re so adamant about snuggling up with Jimin. You’ve got your head laid on his chest, arm around his abdomen, and legs tangled with his own. He swears he’s on a tightrope, afraid of falling too quickly for you, but he’s got heart palpitations because of you. Despite wanting to be yours, he had to look out for himself too.

“Are you still awake?” You mumble, stirring. 

He inhales sharply, nodding as if you could see in the dark. “Yeah, I uh… I’m waiting for your parents to come home so I can head out.”

“Why?” Deflating, you want to sink in the feeling of being in Jimin’s embrace, but he won’t even hold you securely. He’s kept a wall built between you, and you’re desperately trying to demo it out. “Why can’t you just… stay?”

“Because you’re saying things while drunk.” Jimin states, “I can’t just… act upon my feelings when you’re intoxicated. You’re not in the right mind to make decisions.”

“But it’s been hours. I drank water, I washed up—Jimin, I know what I’m doing here.”

“Yeah but—” Suddenly, you sit up, hand against his chest. He swallows, the sight of you underneath the street lights that shine through the windows in the night is when he ascertains that you have him completely. “No buts for once, okay? Hear me out?”

Jimin slowly nods, zipping his lips shut.

“Do you think we’re idiots?” The space between his brows wrinkle in bafflement. “I think I was an idiot back then, thinking that I wasn’t good enough for you. That I wasn’t worth the battle, that me and you wouldn’t have worked out simply because I wasn’t… I wasn’t like girls like Rosé. And it’s embarrassing to bring up my insecurities years on, but I feel like an idiot. Maybe I wouldn’t feel so much regret for not dating. But I don't want that anymore. I’m over feeling sorry for myself, and since you said you’re single again… maybe now is the right time.”

Jimin stays silent, the balloon of stillness wadding your childhood bedroom. His eyes bore into yours, and you’re unable to decipher what runs through that mind of his. Did he still have feelings for you? Or was his break-up with Chaerin purely for the fact that he didn’t like her, none of it having to do with you?

“Before you overthink,” it’s like he reads your mind, “... I do still… see you more than just Johnny’s little sister, a kid, whatever you think it is. I haven’t seen you in that light in a long time, it just never seemed like the right time.”

“But now—”

“I know, but now I’m single and you’re ready. And that’s great, really. But what makes this time different from the last? You didn’t want this before, so why now?”

“Because… I’m not an insecure eighteen year old anymore. I realize I can’t keep pitying myself, and that if I want something, I have to get it for myself. That I deserve love, and yes, I still think you’re out of my league, but that doesn’t mean I don’t deserve to be loved by someone like you.”

With that, Jimin pulls you in, lips pressing against yours.

It’s the first time you’ve ever kissed Park Jimin, a boy that’s been out of reach for so long, one you thought you never could ever deserve. 

Floating on Cloud 9, is the best way you could describe it, like the feeling of freely roaming through a field of flowers, the breeze running through your hair, weaving through the skirt of your dress. His kisses leave you breathless, forget getting drunk off alcohol, you’re drunk off of Jimin. When you drag yourself away, a string of saliva follows suit, and a soft chuckle escapes from his chest. His thumb rubs your cheek reverently, and you can finally say that you understand how Johnny feels when he looks at Chorong.

Hungry for more, you bring him back in with a hand on his jaw, lips slotting against yours. It deepens, his tongue probing for entrance, and you allow him in with ease. This is not a dream, you have to chant in your head, and when your eyes flutter open momentarily, you’re bursting inside knowing that it’s not. The kiss gets hotter, his fingers enlacing through your locks, your own finding home on his shoulders. 

Trying to catch his breath, his licks and sucks trail down to your neck, his previous imaginations coming to life. You taste like honey on his tongue, and somehow, you find yourself straddling his hips, dress lifted up to expose your smooth, bare thighs. 

“Baby,” He gasps against your mouth when you grind yourself down onto him. It’s disparate from the nickname he gives you earlier in the night, being called baby seemingly fitting more. Confidence swells within you when he can’t keep his hands off you, wanting them everywhere and loving every part of you all at the same time. 

“Take it off.” You demand sternly. Jimin slips out of his shirt, throwing it somewhere in the room, pants off in seconds from your demand. Most of the guys you’ve been with were attractive, but Jimin was on a different level, and you know this because you’re despondent to have your mouth on every part of his body. “Can I eat you out?” He requests guilelessly but you need to be on his cock right now, you need him inside you. 

“No,” You reply bluntly, and this startles him. “We have other times for that. I’ve been waiting years for this, imagining this very moment, and if I have to wait any longer to have you in me, I might go insane.”

You… dreamt this too? He wants to query for more but he saves it for another time. 

Grabbing a handful of the fabric of your dress, you raise it, and with Jimin’s help, you’re out of your panties in record time. He reaches underneath, fingers dancing along your slit when he feels your juices coat them. 

“Already this wet?” 

“Shut up,” You mutter, embarrassed. 

Jimin chuckles at your recoil, but you won’t have any of that. Quickly, you line yourself above his cock, shocking him with your abruptness because he hasn’t even prepped you yet. Before he could halt your actions, you’re already descending down his length, emitting a groan from the two of you in unison. He feels better than you ideate; he’s thick, splitting you open to the point that you have to pause to adjust to his size. “Fuck, I was going to stretch you before you did that.”

“I can’t wait,” You whine, hips eagerly rocking against his. You’re so needy, and the fact that you’re just as despairing as he is for this turns him on more. “Please?”

He taps your waist, gesturing you to move, and you comply willingly. Lifting your hips, you drop yourself back onto him immediately, repeating the motion continuously. His hands find purchase on your ass, guiding you at a tantalizing pace, with skin slapping and lewd noises that’s got you clenching around his cock.

The glide of your warm folds around his dick is an out-of-world bliss, and he’d even say that the sensation is better when you’re in love with the person. He can’t believe that he’s been missing on this for years, when you were right in front of him all along. All those other girls he met couldn’t be compared to you, simply because there was only one of you.

You tighten your puffy walls around him, nearly choking him up in the process because it feels too good, and he fears that he’ll cum too fast. Reaching down, he toys with your clit under his fingertips, and the stimulation from the bud has you panting.

“J-Jimin, oh, fuck,” 

Your skin glistens under the moonlight, and he’s never seen anyone as beautiful. Strands of hair are golden from the luminescence of the lights outside, the droplets of sweat streaming down your décolletage and into your cleavage twitches his cock. You’re so intoxicated from him, mind fuzzy and unable to think straight, the straps of your dress fall lazily, breasts spilling out.

“Oh god,” He groans hoarsely. You’re so close to release, and he can tell from the way your pussy tenses up. When Jimin can’t take your tortuous pace anymore, he flushes your body against his before the heels of his feet dig into your mattress before he begins pistoning into your heated core.

The coil in your stomach snaps, unable to hold in your moans. He feels so good, and you could tell without words that he has the same perspective because he’s following after you, cumming onto your spasmed walls, painting them white. 

“Wow,” He heaves, head dropped onto the pillow. Jimin’s barely catching his breath, and the only sounds in your room are the two of you panting. “That was… wow.”

“You’re telling me,” Sprawled on your sheets, endorphins radiate off your skin. When you finally come down from your highs and onto Earth again, your eyes meet his. “Jimin.”

“Hmm?”

“Does this mean you’re… mine now?”

“I mean… it is the right time, isn’t it?” 

“Come on, we’re going to be late!” 

“Ugh,” You groan, struggling to zip up your dress. You’ll never understand the purpose of sewing in a zipper in the back of a dress, when the majority of the time, people cloth themselves. Why don’t seamstresses put it on the side? “Hold on, mom, I’m almost done!”

“Need help?” At your doorway, Jimin stands there, leaning against the frame. He’s handsome like this; black suit and tie that fits him perfectly, and chestnut colored hair styled back for the event. Brown is your favorite shade on him, but you love the colors of the rainbow that he dyes his hair of.

“Please?” You respond, desperate. He chuckles, a smirk pulling on his lips as he walks over like he’s the Hero of the day, dragging the tab up before hooking the top of the back of your dress. When he finishes, you turn around with a twirl. “How do I look?”

Chorong chooses a peony pink as her wedding colors, and although it’s not your preference, you abide by the bride’s instruction. It’s an off-the-shoulder neckline, satin material cascading down your body, paired with heels that will without a doubt cause discomfort later on in the light.

“Beautiful,” Jimin says breathily, unable to take his gaze off you. 

Jimin jots this down as the moment he first realizes he doesn’t just like you anymore, he might be in love.

“Thanks, baby. You’re not so bad yourself.”

“You two! Are you done yet?” Your mother hollers from the front of your house, and you grumble at the sound. “Fuck. Okay, uh… where’s my keys…”

Grabbing them off your desk, Jimin recognizes something familiar. “Oh? You attached it on already?”

Jiggling the keys in hand, his eyes are drawn specifically to the keychain that hangs on the ring. There it is, a razor scooter. When Jimin presents it to you, you question as to why he’s giving you a keychain of a scooter, and why was he gifting you something used?

But he confesses that he waited patiently for you that day you got your driver’s license. That he had been waiting patiently, hoping you’d run to him with open arms but you never do. Since then, he’s kept this hanging on his keys to remember the first girl that’s ever piqued his interest.

“Of course. It’s the gift you gave me.”

Jimin beams brightly at the comment. “Oh, speaking of. Don’t forget your license.”

You snatch your wallet off your dresser, waving it at him for evidence with a smile in reciprocation. “Got it.”

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In The Bright Moonlight (You're My Sun) Day 1

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Day One - Older

“Chat.”

“ladybug.”

Chat Noir smiles at her but then yawns. She doesn’t blame him and ends up catching it. He snickers at that which makes her roll her eyes. God, he’s such a kid. “I’m exhausted.” She sighs. He agrees with his own heave. It’s nothing out of the ordinary though: a near mid-night akuma attack they had to take care of. Normally it would happen on a school night and she’d have to scramble home to sleep and or get work done. By some stroke of luck, today is a Saturday night, uh Sunday night... and she has a bit of time for a quick chat with Chat. However and comedically so, he looks ready to crush right here, right now. She stifled a giggle behind her hand; it didn't get past him. Chat gives her an exasperated groan.

“It’s midnight.” He complains. “Leave me alone.” He lowers his head between his knees. It doesn’t faze her even though he’s seated on the edge of a rooftop; she’s seen this and done this enough time to know that he’d be okay, even if he fell. Ladybug laughs and settles next to him.

“Yes it is.” She jokes, nudging his side. The moon is big and bright in front of them, impossible to miss. Especially during the fight. She even used a refraction of the light to get a head start on the akumatized victim. “I feel like we never get to enjoy the moon when we see it.” She hums. Chat snorts next to her.

“Because we’re fighting for Paris?” He points out cheekily. Ladybug rolls her eyes at him.

“Exactly. Yes.” She says dryly.

Chat laughs. “Oh so you agree?” He continues to joke. She gives him a pointed look. “Okay, okay.” He admits defeat and there is a cocky victorious grin on her face. “You are right though.” He says. “We don’t appreciate the moon much.” He looks out to the big white sphere in the sky and he looks so in awe, it’s almost like he’s looking at a magical act.

“No one does until they are tired and delicious.” Ladybug says.

“So us now.” Chat quips back. Ladybug scoffs and shoves his shoulders playfully. “I’m not wrong~” He says in an annoyingly sing-song voice.

“Perhaps.” She begurgdly admits.

Ladybug looks down at her yo-yo for the time: it’s 12:18. The fight lasted nearly 3 hours in total. It’s definitely not the longest one but it sure was draining. “Would you look at that -- it’s the fourth already.” She says with a little hum. Chat’s head pops up and he looks as if he’s been electrocuted. She raises a question eyebrow at him. “Are you alright?” She asks in a worried tone of voice. He only shrugs her off with a little smile.

“Yeah. I’m okay. It’s just…well, today is my birthday.” He admits, looking sheepish. Ladybug’s eyebrows raised in surprise. It’s his birthday? On September 4th? Wow, it’s the same day as Adriens. She fights to keep a goofy smile off her face from thinking about the blonde boy who stole her heart; Chat Noir would most definitely tease her for looking silly. Or maybe he’d throw a little hissy fit out of jealousy.

“Really?” Ladybug says with a big smile on her face. “Happy birthday then!” She wraps him in a hug and for a brief second he is shocked: in the next, Chat Noir relaxes and hugs her back tightly.

‘Thank you.” He says in nearly a whisper in her ear. It’s soft and initame and Ladybug doesn’t allow herself to wander down the path of wondering why a simple happy birthday meant so much to him. She only smiles and hugs him tighter in response.

“Of course.” She says, pulling away with a gracious laugh. “What kinda partner and friend would I be if I didn’t wish you a happy birthday?” She says jokingly, jabbing him in the side. He pouts at her and covers his torso in reflex.

Chat sighs with a small smile on his face. “You’re actually the first person to wish me a happy birthday.” He says.

“I would guess that.” Ladybug giggles. “Who else is around to beat me to it?” She pretends to look around and squints at the empty rooftops around them. Chat Noir watches her in amusement.

“That’s true.” He hums.

It hit her how they’ve been partners and have known each other for nearly 4 years now. However, it’s only now that she knows his birthday. It kinda makes her feel like a bad friend: she had always made a point to keep track of her friends' birthdays in her everyday life. Then again, it would have sorta been a breach in security; it’s important for them to keep as much of their real lives hidden from the other for as long as possible. Though, technically knowing each other’s birthdays wouldn’t hurt. What difference would it make? So many people are born on the same day, she could never find out who he is based on the day he was born alone.

“So how do you feel?” She grins at him. “Being a year older?” Chat tosses his shoulders back and sighs.

“Honestly, like nothing. It never hits me till months later and I’m like: woah...I’m older.” He admits.

“Oh, I’m that way too.” ladybug says.

“Yeah.” He smiles. “It’s weird. As a kid I thought you’d automatically mature; I was pretty wrong about that.” He throws his head back in laughter.

“Oh for sure.” Ladybug teases him. Chat sticks his tongue out at her which is an action she throws right back at him. “Well...it’s late and I better get home and sleep. You too, birthday boy; I’m sure you have some big party to wake up to.” She teases. Chat gives her another laugh but it sounds more hollow than before. There’s a forlorn look in his eyes that she notices. She wants to ask about it -- she can’t. The best she can do to help him is to smile back gently.

Ladybug pulls herself up and Chat follows. “I’ll see you soon?” He asks as she gets ready to leave. She sends him a look. “Right, right. You’re tired and don’t want another fight anytime soon.” He says. She smiles back at him wildly. It’s crazy how he can basically read her mind. “Goodnight to you and the moon.” He tells her with a two finger salute.

“Good night to you too.” Ladybug says with a playful eye roll at his silly action. “Cheers to being a year older but not any less of a kid.” She says before heading off.

On her way back home, Ladybug chuckles to herself. There are many things she knows about Chat: his favorite jokes, his greatest fear, he’s greatest strength, how far he can throw her through the city. Many things that would be considered weird for other friends. However she never before knew his birthday. It’s like a taste of being true friends with him, to her. It’s like one new piece of information has slipped him from work partner to friend she actually knows. Again she has to laugh at herself. She knows she’s being crazy -- how could a birthday change how a person perceives another?”

[someoctober]

for ur ask game,, miu, himiko, angie, kirumi, tsumugi or ibuki? <- dont feel pressured to answer them all !

ooh!!

I think I’ll do,,,, maybe the first half ish and then do the rest later fhfhfjd

miu !!

Sexuality Headcanon: probably,, uh demiromantic bi ithink

Gender Headcanon: never thought about it much but librafem perhaps!

A ship I have with said character: kirumiu <333 also irumatsu, kiiruma kinda sorta but mostly because the friend who made me get into dr rlly likes it so

A BROTP I have with said character: probably kiiruma tbh but also her & kazuichi mayb?

A NOTP I have with said character: uHH I don’t have enough thoughts to answer

A random headcanon: VERY good at multitasking has full on conversations with extensive background noise and simultaneously making a complicated invention

General Opinion over said character: hmm. good I like her

himiko !!!

Sexuality Headcanon: either lesbian or just unlabeled!! maybe ace too

Gender Headcanon: genderfluid :]

A ship I have with said character: her & ibuki is adorable though tenmiko is great! kinda mixed feelings on it but I still like it! and harumeno

A BROTP I have with said character: idk rlly,,, mayb with kaede

A NOTP I have with said character: most of the drv3 men really.

A random headcanon: make dangly accessories for hat and likes how they clink around!!!

General Opinion over said character: love her and I have literally no clue why

anmgie..

Sexuality Headcanon: pan or unlabeled, mayb greyromantic too?

Gender Headcanon: either No biney whatsoever or transfem!!

A ship I have with said character: I don’t rlly know tbh,, her & tsumugi is nice ig and tenkangie is uhhh mixed feelings interesting.. kaede too perhaps

A BROTP I have with said character: she’s either in love or too dangerous to be around no friends I don’t make the rules /j

A NOTP I have with said character: oh. korekiyo and maybe kinda himiko

A random headcanon: probably cuts her hair herself but with a surprising amount of precision, and gets paint and stuff in her hair often enough it’s practically dyed

General Opinion over said character: started off a bit meh but angies vv neat

[mogsk]

So I watched an anime called “Violet Evergarden” recently, the elevator pitch of which is basically “feral girl is taken in by military man, turned into a child soldier, military man dies, but not before telling her ‘I love you’, but she doesn’t know what that means, so after the war she becomes a ghostwriter with the ostensible aim of figuring out what ‘I love you’ means through other people’s expressions of love via letter-writing.

It’s a good little concept, and while I enjoyed it, it’s also stuck in my brain as being profoundly odd from a storytelling perspective.

Like, the initial premise is v strong, Violet’s driving objective is to understand the last thing she heard her father figure, “The Major”, say to her before she blacked out and woke up with no arms. She was a feral orphan child with little grasp of language or expression, and so she is burdened with not understanding what this very important person to her was trying to convey before they parted ways. Good shit.

And it seems to carry this fairly well at first. Each episode varies in how much it advances the central plot, but each boils down to Violet having to learn a lesson about how people express their feelings for each other, how they express love through words, or how they fail to do so, and so slowly she goes from only being able to produce very precise and terse letters which read more like military reports, to being able to swoop in and fix people’s interpersonal problems with the power of a well-dictated love note.

Where it kinda falls apart for me is about halfway through the series, where we see that Violet has more or less grown into her role as protagonist in an anime about the power of letter writing and the meaning of love (-ish). She’s gotten so good she’s tasked with facilitating one half of a romantic correspondence between the nobles of two nations whose relations are still tense after The War (which Violet fought in), and so have decided to arrange a marriage between their noble children -- a 14-year old girl and a 24-year old man.

Now up to that point, the messaging around the central theme felt odd, but it made sense, like, Violet is growing to understand love, and so how the show does this is by giving her a lot of weird and fraught situations around that theme: we have a woman who is in love with a man, but she wants to play hard to get which Violet ruins by writing a letter that just directly states ‘I have no feelings for you, please stop calling on me’. So then she goes to letter-writing school where one of her classmates has an alcoholic brother who she wants to express her love and thanks towards, but doesn’t know how to pierce the barrier of grief surrounding him due to the death of their parents in The War. 

It keeps on like this p consistently, the central question “What is love? What does someone mean when they say ‘I love you’?” is addressed fairly cleanly, but then, once the issue of Violet’s struggle with being able to convey people’s emotions becomes effectively resolved, we kinda start to leave the rails!

Back to the mid-point episode, so, through trying to properly convey this 14yo princess’ feelings, Violet learns what her true feelings are. No, it’s not that she is discontent with being forced to marry a man ten years older than her because, you see, they already secretly met at a royal party when she was, like...10?? And he found her crying and was, like, “Hey kid, you okay?” and that was the first genuine expression of human emotion outside of her dutiful maid she’d ever gotten. You see, what her discontent is is that she knows the man she met, with a heart so simple and pure he feels compelled to comfort a crying child, would never write these letters, and so Violet conspires with the prince’s ghostwriter to allow them to have a more honest correspondence (which is then reprinted in all the newspapers around both countries.)

What got me about this episode is how it, like, throws all these different narrative threads in the air around this central theme of “What is love?” -- the concept of arranged marriage, the idea of confusing appreciating someone’s kindness for having other feelings for them, the MAID who is, like, the princess’ closest friend and confidant, but who has to explain that, once she’s married off, they will have to part ways because she doesn’t serve the princess, she serves the royal family and there’s this great scene where the princess is weeping after she says that and the maid is like “I cannot accept that command, I will continue standing here right by your side” and it’s really intense!

But then...it all gets dropped in the interest of the final note being...yeah sometimes you have to marry a guy in his twenties when you’re just a teenager, but love’s just funny like that ig!

Which sounds ungenerous, and like, I wanted that to be the case, I wanted it to be setting up something, like, “Despite Violet gaining proficiency in letter writing, she still is struggling to understand the more nuanced dimensions of love and so her shortsightedness will come back round to bite her in the ass” (it does not, we even get a montage of all the people she’s helped including the newly married royal couple smiling happily at the camera.) 

We then get more episodes like this, where Violet’s done learning about Love and is now in effect teaching it to others. She does this by...sitting and looking pretty with a guy while they wait for a comet to go by, imitating a playwright’s dead daughter so he can be inspired to finish his play, and...writing a bunch of letters on behalf of a mother dying from anime mom disease, but who wants to be able to speak to her daughter as she grows up through a series of pre-written birthday letters.

And, like, in isolation, it’s all very moving! Each story has a very touching emotional drive to it, but it seems like the question of “What does ‘I love you’ mean?” p much falls to the wayside, even after we get the big 3/4s of the way through reveal that the Major is dead and Violet didn’t know! So we’re treated to flashbacks of their relationship, including the moment where he repeats that damning phrase!

But then we really don’t pick it back up again? It kinda superficially grows in relevance as we approach the conclusion, but it’s never again properly addressed until after a sudden spat of military drama breaks out with people trying to reignite The War and Violet suddenly having to put down her typewriter and pick up her combat knife, but now, for some reason, she refuses to kill people because...she isn’t just a tool?

And I think this is what ultimately frustrated me, is that those are two great themes “Discovering what it means to love” and “Can a person conditioned to fulfill a specific purpose ever be free to choose their own path?” but the problem is, the series really has centered itself on the former while kinda sorta implying the latter, but in the final scenes, we are suddenly given a resolution to the latter (which is basically Metal Gear Solid, “You are not your DNA”, “Just live Snake” that’s been done beautifully and with more thought already by, well, Metal Gear Solid) whereas the former, what was the entire driving force behind Violet’s character development is kinda sorta hand-waved off as “What is love? I still don’t think I know, but maybe that’s just how it is!” which is fucked up coming from someone who by the midway point is basically counselling or facilitating love between people!

So, like, I enjoyed it a lot, there were some great moments and the supporting cast, while mostly one-dimensional save for Violet herself, made for at least nice scenery, but I’m just so blown away by how they seemed to manage to forget (or ceased wanting) to tell the story they laid out in the beginning in favor of some p uniform military drama that suffered precisely because most of the series was dedicated to developing the central theme that it ultimately seemed to abandon, or perhaps came across as being burdened with having to carry into the conclusion.

Also it was super fixated on dads, like, The Major is basically Violet’s dad, his best buddy who goes on to hire Violet as a ghostwriter has a big reveal in the end that he’s been writing letters to his hypothetical future child, the sad dad playwright with the dead daughter -- I dunno what to do with all this besides the usual base level of suspicion I have for all dead-heavy content, but yeah!

There’s two movies, a side story from mid-way through the series and a sequel, and I feel like I almost have to watch them at some point, just so I can tie a neater bow on how I experienced this whole story, but yeah, Violet Evergarden, come for the cool metal typing hands, stay for the heartfelt explorations of what it means to love people, shift nervously in your seat when dads suddenly become involved!

[pluviophile-imagines]

HAPPY TWO YEARS PLUVI!!! u deserve all the love you have received in this time and more 🥰🥰🥰 for the word and wip how about "soft" and ofc great celestial hieroglyphs :unless: and I'd love to hear some more of your directors commentary on rule of three! perhaps little side things you thought about whilst writing that you didn't end up including etc??

TYSM BLAKIE soft is a RLLY good one..... there r 12 instances of soft (or softly) in hieroglyphs! one of them was already revealed in a previous ask, actually

You fall back into the soft grass. Above, the sky is brighter than he’s seen all winter. “I don’t adhere to the idea that the universe likes you better than everyone else, Zeno. Get used to it."

a lot of what i have to say about rule of three you already know bc u are the reason it exists LMFAO but im always happy to ramble more. originally there was gonna be a bonus scene at the very end where reo tries to sneak out in the morning only to find the reader sitting at the breakfast table (maybe reading a newspaper bc i was kinda leaning into giving the reader v masc traits but we dont have to go into that), and there they'd have a more in-depth convo about how the relationship might work and a more frank confession without the influence of nagi "why do we have to talk about this when we could just act on it" seishiro. thank god for the reader bc if they werent so Genuinely On Top Of Communication the whole thing would be a mess JAHSBFG

i think the reader's characterization—that being a v assertive, dominant (tho not in an inherently sexual way) partner—came about under the thought that, well, if nagi n reo have been pining after each other for probably going on a solid decade—the entirety of their adult lives and a good portion of their teenage years—then the reader had to be the kind of person who would take action where they hadn't. it's not shown in the fic but it's the reader who originally broaches the topic to nagi! sorta a "reo's rlly cute dont u think" "yeah" "do u wanna kiss him?" "??? a little ig? but im dating u and i love u so idc" "well if we all wanted to we could all be dating each other" kinda convo JAKHSFV

this is also, imo, one of the readers that comes quite close to how i might act in a situation like it. Miscommunication as a plot device specifically in reader inserts where i am supposed to be the reader (ok..... in general, not just in fiction, but) is genuinely infuriating to me bc i like to think i am a very fucking good communicator. and im rlly not the kind of person who tolerates the kind of coyness that a lot of people employ when trying to test the waters of flirting, if someones interested in me i much prefer they outwardly flirt or state that interest directly than beat around the bush. i think a lot of that comes out in ro3's reader, and a personality like that is very important imo when one is engaging in romance in a way that doesn't adhere to the norm. polyamory in particular requires communication, a lot of it, and i rlly wanted the reader to be someone who would not tolerate a lack thereof. i like to think i pulled it off!

send in a word and a wip and i’ll give you a sentence that uses it or send in your favorite moment from one of my fics and i’ll give you a director’s commentary!

[toffeebrew]

Time has come. So what do you think about Cross x Nightmare, Killer x Nightmare and Error x Nightmare? (yeah, 3 in one hehe)

I kinda understand first 2 but the third one was always questionable for me

I realize now an ask like this is probably asking for my opinions on the ship rather than yapping about hcs.... Personally not a big fan of nightmare ships! Just because of how I see nightmare I'm just not sure if he could? Even if my version of him is different then canon (you'll see him...someday). Idk my view of him is weird. For this, I'll just go with assumption Nightmare can love unlike the canon. For fun of course! I'm a canon bender what can I say.

Crossmare I personally have never really gotten. Their relationship is? Not good in anyway and I don't?? really see cross actually liking nightmare? Perhaps I just missed something but I believe Cross saw their relationship as transactional. Same goes for nightmare of course. I don't see it going beyond that. But like go off bro ✨

(more yapping under the cut)

this one image by @/jakei95 is funny though (I'm only posting the first part LMAOO)

Killermare however I can see the appeal. As I said, don't really know much about killer. However, the head and the henchmen? Yeah, I like that trope lol. I like to think they have a sort push and pull dynamic that while yes Killer have a sorta...dependent relationship killer isn't like?? trusting of nightmare at first?? Eugh its hard for me to word but like... killer has a bit of pull back and isn't just... an softie i suppose? I see Nightmare actually enjoying the presence of Killer over other characters. They would have a spicy (not as in sexual though I love the hc that killer is asexual LMAO) dynamic though. There's probably a better word but I can't think of it rn. Unlike cross killer has more... uh? feistiness to him ig. Not that cross wouldn't have but I suppose I mean killer's words could actually have an impact on nightmare while I don't think cross could ever effect nightmare. Hopefully I worded that correctly. Also like... killer enjoys killing and cross doesn't? I find from what I've found (which is like two comics so far I'll finish it all someday...) of their canonical dynamic quite fascinating.

I'll be honest I just like this ship because of this. one image I found drawn by @/rahafwabas . A joke post obviously but it's so silly I said "yeah I kinda get it." That and you killer fans posting about it converted me.

What a goofball huh? Anyway.

Errormare I can't really see either. I could maybe see them working together if they had too but only then. Especially since Error would be a PAIN to work with. Unlike someone like Ink, Nightmare wouldn't allow himself to be friends/in relations with someone if he was constantly interrupting his plans or interceding his goals. Error would do that since he destroys aus and Nightmare wants to keep these aus around to feed off their negativity. Idk I feel like Error wouldn't listen to nightmare and that would annoy the hell out him LMAO! Maybe if they both went on a ✨ self care ✨ journey they could be like redemption bros or something

To you shippers out there though love you all anyway even if I can't see it!

[mmamagoto]

are u guys prepared for this i put all five of the muses here on this one. so of course it’s under a cut for being long as hell

name: natoru

nicknames:

gender: female

age:

date of birth: april 30

origin of birth: listen they’re all from the human world on this blog so let me just save myself the trouble of typing that four more times

race/species: cat (scottish fold)

spoken languages:

romantic/sexual preference: middles toward aromantic

occupation: royal assistant and whatever else they can toss under the umbrella of ‘assistant duties’

hobbies: space, sports (or more specifically, competition), stereotypically Cool Boy things like dinosaurs and creepy crawlies, annoying natori

criminal record: 

disorders: none

eye color: kind of a hazel thinking emoji they’re pretty tbh

height: markedly shorter than every other cat in this dang film

scars: possibly a few very minor ones from some scrapes and clumsiness upon first coming to the cat kingdom, but they’re probably not very noticeable

birthmarks: none

overweight: i’m. not sure thinking emoji she’s definitely a solidly-built little thing but considering she’s a cat it literally could just be her body type lmao. even so, she doesn’t consider it an issue, and neither does anyone else tbh

underweight: no

favorite color: olive green, pink

favorite food: yakiimo

wants to get married / is married: n. no

gotten pregnant / had a child: no

wants a child: not really. she’s content with her cool big sister role

likes children: yes. she has kind of a natural rapport with them

can sing: i mean. she can probably carry a tune

play an instrument: probably not

can dance: ???

gotten tattoos: 

gotten piercings: nah

smoked/drank/done drugs: has probably definitely had Drinks. also like probably catnip/matatabi, which all things considered i’m not sure if it counts lmao

had a broken heart: not really

been in love: not really

a cuddler: Probably bc i’m still very amused by her and natori having to share a room during a trip to another kingdom and natori Suffering the entire time

a kisser:

scared easily: she’s skittish which is Unfortunate bc she is the ‘reacts to jump scares by punching them’ type

jealous easily: it. depends on what it is. she tends to be more the envious type, where she covets Unique and Cool objects over companionship

hot/cool tempered: generally very cool. she’s a tolerant creature, and i feel like that tends to get overlooked thinking emoji

trustworthy: mostly, particularly when compared with her two coworkers lmao

single: yes

extroverted/introverted: she’s adaptable

considered mean: this one is so funny to me bc i think, when compared with natori who is kind of in a similar position to her in the hierarchy, she’s often seen as the more approachable one which is ironic bc between the two of them she’s the uhhhh. less Understanding one. she will sell you for a corn chip

fears: sugoroku space, dogs (just slightly), stick bugs but every other kinda bug is Fine By Her, natori with a ruler in his paw

siblings: marsh (older brother)

parents: unknown

pet(s): none

name: claudius

nicknames: mostly (even now) referred to by titles by everyone except lune

gender: male

age:

date of birth: august 2

origin of birth: see above

race/species: cat (probably a persian)

spoken languages: 

romantic/sexual preference: i kinda lean toward bi or panromantic tbh

occupation: retired king so. mostly just a NEET at this point

hobbies: traveling (mostly to show off but stILL). other than that, now that he’s retired, he’s struggled with finding hobbies that aren’t just napping or following natori around. he’s not a patient or committed creature, so when he tries something new and it’s Too Hard, he tends to lose interest very quickly. that said, he definitely relies very heavily on other people, natori, natoru, and entertainers, etc. to provide him with things to pass the time

criminal record: he’s offended at this very notion

disorders: does. does strabismus count

eye color: has marked heterochromia, with one blue eye and one red eye

height: Tall for a cat jjfkdeia

scars: none

birthmarks: none

overweight: actually, no

underweight: no, tho without all the fur, he definitely has a scrawnier, less conventionally cute look to him jfjfie;a

favorite color: gold

favorite food: oden

wants to get married / is married: he maybe kinda sorta misses being married (or, more specifically, having a significant other)

gotten pregnant / had a child: yes, so long as adoption counts

wants a child: a grandkid sounds kinda nice

likes children: yes, but to absolutely no one’s surprise he’s a bad influence on them and has No Clue how to interact with them when they’re upset. he also is 100% the type to throw hands with a preschooler

can sing: OF COURSE

play an instrument: no, tho he certainly likes the idea of being able to. he’s badgered natori into trying to teach him before inevitably getting bored with the practice when he’s not instantly a genius at it (see above in the hobbies section, aha)

can dance: definitely. unless it’s not a ballroom dance. then no one wants to see that

gotten tattoos: 

gotten piercings: mm, probably not

smoked/drank/done drugs: absolutely

had a broken heart: yes

been in love: twice

a cuddler: It Depends. he was once someone’s Ultra Pampered house cat, so he’s of the five of them probably the most amenable to being pet and held, but he’s also temperamental and finicky so uh. Pet At Your Own Risk ig

a kisser:

scared easily: not really. he’s too impulsive to be scared psh

jealous easily: 100%

hot/cool tempered: HE CLIMBED HIS WAY UP A TOWER WITH NOTHING BUT HIS CLAWS AND SHEER OFFENDED WILLPOWER.............. and all with two swords strapped to him..............

trustworthy: not too much

single: it’s. Complicated

extroverted/introverted: extroverted, mostly, but he has his random introspective moments when he generally wants to be alone

considered mean: I MEAN. it really depends jfjfei;a i will go to the grave with this headcanon that he’s honestly well-liked as a ruler but has a definite reputation of being difficult-to-please and mercurial

fears: being genuinely or legitimately Disliked, pissing off lune to the point he turns his back on him, squeamish with squirmy things

siblings: none

parents: unknown. the previous queen is his mother-in-law

pet(s): none

name: lune

nicknames: an endless cavalcade of affectionate nicknames from his father and no one can convince me otherwise

gender: male

age:

date of birth: october 27

origin of birth: see above

race/species: cat (the fandom seems to have him pegged as a russian blue and i’m not gonna disagree sO)

spoken languages: 

romantic/sexual preference: probably heteroromantic

occupation: king of cat kingdom :v

hobbies: butterflies and moths, idk does urban exploration count for a cat lmao

criminal record: no

disorders: none

eye color: shares his father’s heterochromia-- one blue eye, one red eye

height: notably smaller than his father but still taller than natoru like everyone else jfkfd;a

scars: none

birthmarks: none

overweight: no

underweight: no

favorite color: aquamarine

favorite food: lots of different street foods, tbh, but his favorites are probably takoyaki and taiyaki (particularly when filled with cheese laughs)

wants to get married / is married: is married! and very happy with that marriage

gotten pregnant / had a child: no

wants a child: it’s crossed his mind, but not with any real intent

likes children: probably. he’s never really interacted with them

can sing: i mean. again, he can probably carry a tune

play an instrument: i feel like he probably can. at least one thinking emoji

can dance: yes

gotten tattoos:

gotten piercings: ........i should give him his manga earring. it’s cute

smoked/drank/done drugs: has definitely had some alcohol in his life. also the catnip thing again

had a broken heart: not yet

been in love: yES

a cuddler: i’m. not sure

a kisser:

scared easily: not in the least, but it’s mostly bc he’s a gaddang pollyanna

jealous easily: not particularly. he’s a gregarious creature

hot/cool tempered: cool-tempered, but without natori’s aloofness so he most likely comes across more reasonably or genuinely

trustworthy: Absolutely

single: no

extroverted/introverted: like natoru, he’s adaptable. and like natori, i feel that he’s become quite practiced at playing the part of an extrovert, but perhaps with more genuineness

considered mean: ABSOLUTELY NOT

fears: saying goodbye to any of the familiar cats in his life, Abrupt Change, vehicles are a little iffy nowadays

siblings: none

parents: cat king (father). the previous cat queen was his grandmother (uh, not persephone)

pet(s): none atm, but probably had numerous ones throughout his childhood, including a rabbit which ‘ran away to the mountains (aka the ninth kingdom)’ at some point. according to natori, that is

name: natori

nicknames: poppet, a long time ago

gender: male

age:

date of birth: unknown. tends to use the cat kingdom’s new year celebrations as an excuse to celebrate

origin of birth: see above

race/species: cat (oriental longhair)

spoken languages: 

romantic/sexual preference: generally idles between homoromantic and  demiromantic

occupation: royal advisor/assistant. on paper, he’s retired, but it’s never stopped him before

hobbies: keeping goldfish, music, cooking

criminal record:

disorders: none

eye color: coppery brown

height: close to the king’s height. i keep waffling back and forth on just which of them is taller

scars: none

birthmarks: it’s not necessarily a birthmark, but he does have some kind of marking on him Somewhere (x-files theme) it’s well-hidden by his clothing

overweight: no

underweight: no

favorite color: lavender

favorite food: fish

wants to get married / is married: He Doesn’t Know

gotten pregnant / had a child: no

wants a child: like natoru, he’s mostly content with his role as uncle/mentor

likes children: yes, tho he’s easily stressed by them lmao

can sing: y e s

play an instrument: i’m not really sure yet thinking emoji

can dance: yes

gotten tattoos: 

gotten piercings: he would never

smoked/drank/done drugs: like the others, has definitely had a taste of alcohol fjfjkd;a

had a broken heart: yes

been in love: he’s not sure

a cuddler: generally Not

a kisser:

scared easily: his composure drops pretty quick lbr

jealous easily: a little. a teensy bit. okay it’s much more than a teensy bit

hot/cool tempered: cool-tempered, but, as mentioned above, with a very distinct aloof edge that probably often leads to him being perceived as unapproachable

trustworthy: .............it depends

single: yyyyyyye-- no? yes. no. nobody knows

extroverted/introverted: introverted, mostly, but he plays a very convincing extrovert

considered mean: not especially, but again. probably perceived by many as being difficult to approach

fears: they are Many and Varied and most of them connect either to the collapse of the cat kingdom or the human world in its entirety

siblings: manami, sachiko (younger sisters)

parents: EXTREMELY UNKNOWN......

pet(s): three goldfish

name: yuki

nicknames: lune calls her sweetie in the manga and it kills me every time i remember it

gender: female

age:

date of birth: march

origin of birth: see above

race/species: cat (...not sure what breed she might be thinking emoji)

spoken languages:

romantic/sexual preference: biromantic

occupation: queen of cat kingdom

hobbies: she hasn’t really spent the time trying out hobbies just yet. has gotten a little into butterflies and moths bc lune likes them. has her eye on a number of more artistic pastimes 

criminal record:

disorders: none

eye color: a very pretty blue jfjf;a

height: pretty much the same exact height as lune tbh

scars: none

birthmarks: none

overweight: no

underweight: no

favorite color: plum/wine

favorite food: nikuman, pastries

wants to get married / is married: is married! and like lune, is also very happy with the setup laughs

gotten pregnant / had a child: no

wants a child: atm, not particularly

likes children: also like lune, she has very little experience interacting with them. at least, recently. but i can not see her Disliking children so. u know

can sing: probably

play an instrument: no

can dance: some dances, yes. i like the idea that lune is casually teaching her behind the scenes lmao

gotten tattoos:

gotten piercings: no

smoked/drank/done drugs: a. again, like all of these cats have probably had some alcohol lmao

had a broken heart: s. sort of

been in love: yes

a cuddler: next to the king, she’s probably second most amenable to being pet and held, but she’s not really the type to actively seek it out

a kisser:

scared easily: not particularly, but she’s definitely more wary than lune is

jealous easily: not too much

hot/cool tempered: definitely cool

trustworthy: generally

single: no

extroverted/introverted: definitely introverted, but she’s not awkward in most social interactions. she’s more awkward now than she used to be simply bc she’s still not entirely certain what to expect with her new position and clout

considered mean: definitely not, to the point that i headcanon those who don’t know her terribly well are sometimes surprised by how remote she can come across laughs

fears: somewhat insecure in her new position, a lot of her current fears come back to being ridiculed or making a fool of herself, damaging her reputation right off the bat so that no one will ever take her seriously, or that it will bleed into lune’s reputation, too rip

siblings: none

parents: unknown, however for this blog’s canon, she did spend some time as haru’s pet in the human world

pet(s): none. she’s still kinda baffled by the idea of cats having pets in the first place lmao

natori very hesitantly but cheerily introduces her to his goldfish and she isn’t sure what to say fjfjk;ea

yuki, to lune: i didn’t know cats could have pets lune: sure! i had a pet rabbit once yuki: yuki: what

[x1uizy]

hmm...flash is a little basic but i appreciate that it didn't go super hardcore, despite being hype it didn't really drop *that much* and was sorta chill to listen to? idk.

its weird, i know seungyoun got center parts not because i saw his face very often but because i recognize his concept photo outfit lmao (so maybe my brightness was just low af so i couldnt see his face)

junho got so many lines wow

i expected them to use seungyoun's high tone more but it wouldve stood out so much imo (idk if thats a good thing or a bad thing)

hangyul was very hot and very clear during his two lines. if he was gonna have only a few lines i like the ones he got bc like yohan starts the song but hangyul's line starts the hype part of the song id say

seungwoo's screen time- it's a win folks i was worried

wooseok and yohan had a lot of lines/screen time but not as much as i expected

dongpyo!!! idk if he actually had a lot of lines or he's just very distinctive but yeah wow

rip hyeongjun's lines and rapping career

i liked minhee's black hair personally but im glad he went blonde, it made him way more noticeable

eunsang's lines were chill but i kinda expected him to have more killing type parts idk

overall its not my favorite bg group debut, perhaps bc we already know how talented they are and this song kinda didnt show it

i wanted something catchy and i would've preferred a more bisang ver. concept (a song like pentagon's shine would've been cool) but if we were gonna get a song with this concept i think would've liked something catchier or more hard hitting, like seventeen's hit. it's kinda contradictory because i actually do appreciate that they went for a more chill drop, but i just don't think it's catchy enough or soty/roty material. we'll see ig.

can't wait for their next comeback + to listen to the new bsides!

[chrisbangs]

1-5 and 20-25 :-) sorry for all of them hehehe — 🖤 also i’m getting off work I WILL SEND U ANOTHER ASK HEHEHEH

oaiwenfoia you’re sooo c*te perhaps i’ll d*e………. hm………… anyway;; thank you angel (sorry it took me so long to do this ;; ___ ;;)

also this got mad long so i’ll put it under a cut! 

1. how did you get into graphics / gif making?

i was an early ‘the vamps’ and ‘5sos’ fan and because of that, i used to make lil graphic type things?? i guess?? like i tried to make stuff like the ones i saw online omg… and mine were soooo bad but it was like so fun and i used to use this online editor and it was trash but like i would have so much fun… (and that was back when i was in grade 7-ish..? so i would’ve been like jfjfiwaoefo 12/13) and then i just kept doing it;; eventually in grade 10 i took a graphic design course and i got a hold of photoshop and it blew my mind and from there i just kept kinda… doing it?? 

and with gifs omg… ok i swore i would never make gifs cause it looks SO complicated like bitch ill kill u what do u mean layers to frames wtf !!!!!!!!!!!! and then when i was in my first year of uni in around june i was like… omg i wanna try again… cause i’d tried it before and my ps just crashed… so i was like let me give this another go.. and i did… and it worked.. and my mind was like blown omg… i was in AWE… omg i just realized its been a whole year since i learned how to gif stop ill die 

gfx/gif questions

2. do you do something creative/related “irl” as well?

well!! i just got into college for graphic deisgn hehe;; so i’m hoping that that’ll be my future :’) 

3. who/what inspires your graphics / gifs?

hm, well!! whenever i see really great pieces of gfx or even in real life when i see a magazine piece or a billboard that just looks stunning i feel inspired!! and i’m like eugh i wanna try making smth like that ;; also music and movies and games inspire me sometimes?? but if i was to say who!! then it’d probably be all my amazing content creating mutuals!!! their work is always wowing!! i always tag ppls gfx with ‘gfx inspo’ bc im genuine :0 when i see it ;; ___ ;; like how is everyone so creative and talented;; 

4. what do you enjoy about making graphics / gifs?

oh wow, mm… it allows me to be creative? and put to use skills that i think aren’t always appreciated? like my p*rents never take me doing graphic design seriously;; but then recently my mom wanted me to make a lil label for her for a friend’s garden and i did and she was like !!!!!! so happy abt it i was like TT TT cause both my parents were finally like ok i get it sorta;; i really like that i’m able to make smth kinda outta nothing?? like art is really interesting bc you get to let your thoughts and experiences affect the outcome of your work so?? like.. i like that everyone has a different style?? 

and for gifs;; i really enjoy that its such a structured task like… its very.. orderly and routine based?? like i know what i’m doing everytime?? and the places where i get to change it up are like the colourings and the style of set i make and that makes it fun and creative too;; 

5. what do you dislike most about making graphics / gifs?

mm the creativity block;; i feel like sometimes i cannot think of ANYTHING to make and those days i feel kinda useless as a cc…… it sucks but foiawnefiawn eventually i’ll figure smth out if i move things around enough fajwefowaeo 

and giffing omg…… idk… probably the colouring process…… but thats majorly because my laptop’s screen displays colours kinda whack from how they actually look and so i have to do 2x the work to make sure it looks good and smdays its like idc anymore just post the set and pull the trigger 

20. your favourite fandom(s) to make graphics / gifs for?

for gfx it’s definitely stray kids!!! they have some of the most fun lyrics to work with and their concepts always always inspire me like crazy!!! 

for gifs its the tmg fandom! everyone in that fandom is suuuper nice and supportive and like;; even if i’m not always making gifs i dont feel like i’m falling behind or ? like ppl will be mad or smth ? like its a safe small community and bc of that it feels so good ;;; 

21. how much time do you spend on a single graphic / gif?

very dependent! gfx can take from like an hour to like a week+?? it just depends on how intense and intricate it is ig;; 

gifs are shorter;; probably take me a few hours?? the longest a set has taken me is maybe like 6 hours but that’s bc i was being slow about it and trying to find all the necessary parts! but on average itll take abt half an hour to maybe two for one set

21. what is your biggest improvement since you started making graphics and or gifs?

ogoaiweniogaw stop this is so funny.. i wanna go find my old wattpad covers so you can all cringe with me but… mm, with gfx i guess i learned what my Aesthetic™ was and what i really liked and like fjjfaiosdksfd i learned how to use photoshop which is a big thing lmaoooo……… and with gifs!! definitely my quality (shout out to vapoursynth) and my colouring :’) 

23. what is your biggest improvement in the past month?

hm… time management jfaiweoofiaw i’ve definitely gotten wayyy faster at giffing and i really do not take as much time anymore;; which gives me some peace of mind lmao 

24. what is something that you’re wanting to learn right now?

illustrator! i’ve been fooling around with it a lot recently;; and even one of the pieces i submitted in my portfolio was smth i made on illustrator heh;; but theres a huge learning curve (like btich what is the pen tool ill kill u) fnaoiefiownf so i wanna get lots better with it ;; 

25. what would you like to see others learn how to do?

this is an interesting question;; mm i guess everyone is different?? so idk if i can answer this question cause i think everyone’s style requires them to learn in their own ways?? so idrk ;; i guess something to make certain people’s lives easier would be like LEARN KEYBOARD SHORTCUTS !!! that shit saaaves my life like idk man it cuts down on my time for sure;; 

[primalspice]

hiiii rattus my love 👪, ☕️, 🍃, 🙉, 🌌 , 🪤, ⚙️, 💧

oou

👪 what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?

she grew up in a poor family with her parents (factory worker dad and shop manager mom) and an older brother, raymond (i think hes like 4 or 5 years older than her????), who joined the military at 18 as a general infantry dude (just some body). She was v attached to raymond (not necessarily Close) bcz he was a lot more accepting of her Weird Kid-ness than her parents LOL. she certainly was made to feel like she was the Disappointment child (weird and depressive and asocial and not particularly talented or good in school) for the majority of her life until she started gaining relevant positions with the government but it didnt even matter at that point bcz she kinda ditched her family after raymond died and kinda blamed them a little bit. so yea basically theyre dysfunctional LMAOO 

☕️ do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favourite drink?

i think hot drinks. definitely into coffee, maybe tea too, i dont think she’s picky.

🍃 do they enjoy being in nature? what is their favourite outdoor activity?

i don’t think she minds it. big fan of Walking Around and contemplating but she isnt really afforded that luxury very much anymore as a high-profile person. she likes to be wherever people are Not and if that’s gotta be in the radioactive woods somewhere then Fine. i think she likes being by all the lovely rivers and lakes too but she doesn’t swim.

🙉 what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?

if she was 15 then probably ‘ur brother is dead’ but nowadays i think she would be/is terribly upset at Haters (even tho she knows she sucks at her job she feels guilty bcz shes maybe barely sorta responsible for some of the death occurring) and just like. perhaps some news that her escape plans have not gone as well as she thinks they have o__o shes very anxious

🌌 what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

apparently the first thing i decided:

and in general i think i got the Premise from my original half-baked idea of like. Its Winter. Shit Sucks. We Live In A Society. Technology Is Ruining Us. i always needed a shitty tech savvy oc for that so ig that remains. i wanted a Strange and Offputting Evilbitch bcz im into those (ended up meowmeowifying her). Earliest factor of her current concept ig would be Incompetent President. my biggest insp is the sleep of no dreaming and imagining the type of psycho that would feel at home amongst massive industrial landscapes and desolate winters. 

some oldish art even tho she hasnt changed that much:

🪤 what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for?

i think her recklessness is the main thing that gets her into trouble but ‘disregard for her own life’ isnt a very good lure LOL. i’d say she’s easily pressured into doing things tho. so anything that promises more peace of mind and less fear than she’d otherwise be dealing with LOL. of course her brother’s death has also kinda led her into her current lifestyle tho so i cannot count that out as a factor. i think she wanted to make a change and find out what happened to him but very quickly found out that it dont work like that. (lest). 

⚙️ what are your ocs thoughts on science & art? which do they give more importance to? how much value do they place on each?

her toxic trait is thinking art is frivolous thats why her city fucking sucks. shes v science-minded but finds that to be Pleasing Enough. certainly finds it to be the more valid form of worldly exploration. thinks it can Never go too far. which is probably about the most Region 0 Patriotic belief she holds LMAO.

💧 random angst headcanon

tried really hard to not be an athiest after her bro died i think thats partially why she was so ok with trying to kill Herself afterwards as well. maybe some home for reuniting. now she just does it bcz she fr wants to die LOL but anyway about that hope for reuniting O__O