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funeralfire · 3 years

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Do you think bullying people bc they’re weird is ok or... a lot of people perceived as “weird” and “awkward” are ND which makes it worse. so I’m not exactly sure how funny that post* was.

No hate I originally thought it was funny and then I realized it was kinda messed up. Bc a lot of “cringe” things are ND things. And normally ur cool so ye ❤️ - Ki

*post you reblogged a bit a go

hey! thank you for being chill. just a heads up my brain is pretty soupy so if anything doesnt make sense feel free to ask for clarification!

I know exactly what post you're talking about and i even had a moment of "🤔 hmm this might sound bad" when reblogging so like.. i get it.

I think something to note and like part of reason i felt okay reblogging it was because i Know what uquiz its from and its like a "what character are you in a highschool flick (think mean girls/heathers/clueless/the craft/grease)" so i think its important to note that answer was kind of like the regina george or heather chandler response and i IMAGINE was supposed to be satirical or like. the people who get called slurs irl are gunna pick that answer as a joke.

I didn't take it too serious considering the uquiz theme, but making light of slurs is definitely not something good i wont defend that. Im also lgbt and ND so racial slurs werent exactly at the forefront of my mind which is very much bad as well. my first thought was like... slurs that I got called in high school so i can laugh about it now yk?

The main chunk of your ask also focuses on being ND and idk if you follow my sideblog but that Is where most people know me from? but i am uhh very severely mentally ill and nuerodivergent and it absolutely impacted my HS/grade school experience and how i am perceived and like.. i was the weird kid in school man. I (maybe unfortunately?) did learn how to act a little bit more, idk, mainstream in my junior and senior years of highschool specifically to avoid getting shit for being visibly lgbt and ND (very redneck school, i was fr scared of getting my shit rocked for being trans) so maybe my most recent experiences dont perfectly reflect that but like.. i promise you i was ostracised in elementary school for being clearly nuerodivergent lol

So basically my response is i DO get where you're coming from. In reblogging that i was basically making fun of MYSELF for being the weird kid who got called lgbt slurs in grade school and was ostracised for being visibly mentally ill and i primarily hung out with kids who experienced the same as me in grade school. So in reblogging that im not trying to condone anything im just laughing at myself and the treatment i experienced in school and i find it satirical.

So i think my final response is while i do see where you're coming from i dont neccessarily agree with the final conclusion and i do hope that it isnt a bad enough situation to really offend you (i feel like that sounds sarcastic or dismissive im really not trying to be, i do legitimately want to avoid hurting peoples feelings or being mean even in this situation ya kno?) so uhh with that?? much love Ki, i do i appreciate this ask and you taking the time to send it and if there's anything else i can clear up im perfectly fine doing so!!! 💚💚

#btw when i put stuff in all caps think of it as like bolding words im not yelling at you i promise!!!#i understand there's many things i have been wrong about throughout the years so maybe next year I'll be disagreeing with myself #im willing to adjust my way of thinking but in this situation i think i already overthought it and came to my current answer????#idk if that last tag made sense....

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tobebugjewce · 3 years

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THE WALTEN FILES: my jumbled notes on my blind run-in with this web series

first off this is gonna be long and unorganized, also this is my second time writing this as i had lost literally half of my progress and im This (imagine two fingers almost touching with a 0.0000000001mm distance between them) close to ripping all of the fucking hair out of my goddamn head. but now this will be extra long and yes, i will lose some accuracy to my first writing but thats okay ill probably edit this a kajillion times over

which brings me to my next tangent; im literally braindumping here. so to have a smidge of organization all afterthoughts, edits and corrections will be boldened, i forgot what im gonna do with italicized text but ill probably bolden it here yeah im pretty sure its for side tangents, separate from Corrections, which are in bold. also theyre for emphasis too.

so in general, this post right here is all of my notes i wrote down on my grid-patterned sticky notes (which i used WAYYYY too much of) about the first 3 uploaded walten files youtube videos transferred onto my handy dandy digital notebook, this b(l)og. yeppers peppers. you know im serious about this shit when i typed probably over like a thousand fucking words including boldened shit, italicized shit and motherfucking links, lost it ALL, and im sitting here re-typing it again.

i feel bad about this but im not gonna trigger warn right here, but this is technically a warning. if you want a list of triggers as to what this post (and the walten files in general) i will link a little list to that here

without further a doo doo, (mama mia) here the fucking fuck we go again.

THE WALTEN FILES - VIDEO #1

clarifying this now, im gonna put some useless shit which i thought was code onto this because even though it was useless it was part of my notes and im physically going to combust if i dont put down every single thing i wrote on my papers. so what i thought was code was in the closed captions, i started writing it down when i got to the second video but came back to my first videos notes to include them. i wrote down the first letter to every word that was capitalized in the closed captions, which i had on as a default because number one i knew going into this id need them because most web horror things like args and cryptic shit like that has some of the most crucial shits in the closed captions. number two i am autistic and have auditory processing issues and have most closed captioning on as a default if theyre available.

firstly jotted, i wrote down the closed captions “code” so im gonna put the rest here too: HYWITB(BSI)Y A(BSI)BJWFKWITW ILHHFSBBSBTLBWI USOISTBNBSFIRBCAWHSHCBWHTAIGRNB*C*BTWLTSFA(20)MCFP ILITIIACPH(1978, 1979)SA(4)YTSCH*C*OGSSU SFTGRPATDBBUTFBNLLCHMIHLBRALLCLAYTUKB*LC*WHATWASTHATTHING

the numbers in parenthesis are there because i wasnt sure they should be included in the “code” or not. i also thought of this with the BSI - bunny smiles incorporated and also the years 1978 and 1979. the shits in asterisks are coughs and light coughs, which were capitalized in the closed captions so i included them too just in case

i then jotted, in parenthesis of course, the names of the animatronics when they were listed in the animation section of the video; bon aka the blue bunny, sha aka the sheep one, boozoo aka the clown<3 honk<33, and banny aka the purpled eyelashed up one who is also a bunny btw. also i got boozoo the clown and boozoo the mustache guy confused because apparently the clowns name is billy???? but they named “boozoo” in bons sleepover and showed the clown? idk maybe im an idiot and theyre the same or just an idiot and theyre different or a super mega (matt and ryan?!?!??) idiot in general which is probably the case

i started drawing little stars to write down things i thought would be super important or to 100% look at again. the first subject of this pointy torture was the part of the video where at 3:00, i marked it down to make sure to reverse the audio as it was most definitely a weird audio that has that signature warp-y effect that makes sure you KNOW its in reverse. i then listened back to it Very carefully (still got it wrong) and got this: “you finally start to remember. that old doll. they will look out for you soon” im also pretty sure i heard “sophie” at the end of that audio but im not entirely sure and dont remember and i dont wanna go back to check lmfao but anyways it didnt matter because i was wrong anyway. after i had finished all 3 walten files i watched the film theory video on the walten files (which didnt cover all 3 but was dece.) out of curiosity and to hear matpats signature silly little voice explain some stuff i already knew, and click some shit in my brain that i couldve thought up of if i was a bit more... i dont know honestly. anyways yeah so the actual audio is “you finally start to remember. that old day. they will look out for you soon.” so yeah. day, not doll.

i then wrote down “sarah evelyn”, the name on the bons sleepover animation (i dont remember if she created it or animated it or whatnot) and scribbled will she matter? under her name. turns out no, as i didnt see her name in the rest of the series, let alone the first video. this is also a great time to mention how matpat theory helped me realize that the walten files are collections of videos, uploaded onto youtube by anthony. (i already knew about anthony as he signed his name in the descriptions of the youtube videos, making me categorize this overall web series more into an arg type genre.) but yes, the tapes, recorded “irl” footage, animated clips, vhs tape recordings and other audio-visual content is all collected and labeled the walten files, as i had mistaken each video to be a tape. stupid me. alrighty, onward!

i starred this one, good for me; MISSING: Jack Walten LAST SEEN: 06/11/1974

i jotted down with an arrow that; sophie was a nightguard? she was wearing the uniform explained in tape 2 i dont know why but i went back into my video 1 notes after i had watched video 2. organization purposes. i guess.??

i then paused the video when the screen flickered a date, the beginning of video footage dated 10/10/1982 (Brian Stells?) god my little genius ass assuming the videographer was brian stells, based on the id card i saw earlier.

i then wrote down what text i saw on the dead, mangled, bloody body in the purple security suit; “i cant feel anything” “he thought i was her” then drew a little arrow pointing to; thought brian was sophie? or ashley? i also starred the name Brian Stells this is totally out of order LMFAOOOOOOOO also i wrote down ashley because, again, my little pea brain went back on my video 1 notes after watching video 2. but yep thats all i wrote for The Walten Files 1 - Company Introductory Tape

THE WALTEN FILES - VIDEO #2

Tape #1 - created 07/02/1978

awesome how thats first and foremost in the captions. god. so sexy of you martin walls. /j /nsx

this pack of notes is chunkier because again, like i have mentioned before i am an absolute goober and thought the capitalized letters of the words would actually mean something. I MEAN MAYBE THEY DO AND IM JUST DOING IT WRONG but i stopped doing it after this video because holy shit it was exhausting and my stupid little fingers couldnt take the writing anymore becasue i am WEAK.

so write off the bat (squeak) i wrote down 197[] the blacked out rectangle over the last digit of that year and everything im also now assuming its probably 1978 or 1974 because lore reasons but whos to say but yeah i also wrote down this;

Tape #2 - created 08/13/1978

then, straight up in the beginning of the video i caught it, the flash of text, as i had by now realized i gotta be SUPER stupid focused on the screen in case i miss anything, i wanted to be crazy precise on my theorizing and mental notes, among other things. but yes i saw it, the first half of a youtube link; “https://youtu”

claps hands together and rubs them evilly. oh yeah baby. thats the hot lunch. this shit right here? the cats pajamas. lets fucking go.

i wrote down this goofy shit i pasued to inspect when i saw bon sorting through a file cabinet and naturally scribbled down the labels and other written things i could see on the files;

relocate X/X/75 felix

storage K-9 07/23/1975 felix k(ranken)

Bons Burgers 06/28/1974 Jack Walten

Shipping Service 1975

New Location -> 1982

i also wrote down more goofy shit, like when banny was created for some reason; in 1974

starred, i noted to go back and reverse the audio at 5:09, when played back, i didnt write it down so i dont remember. lmao.

i also marked to screenshot and brighten the darkened image i saw at 5:20, i was going to do it on my phone then realized i can just do it on my computer so i quickly took a screenshot, brightened it and wrote down what i saw; a missing person poster that read MISSING: SUSAN WOODINGS(?) Last seen: 1974 i was very unsure of the spelling of her last name because the image was so goddamn low quality and grainy but its what i saw. this is where tape #3 gets thrown in, which im gonna type again because i like how the formatting looks;

Tape #3 - created 07/09/1978 (BEFORE tape 2?!//1/1??? its more likely than you think)

i wrote down more dates, any dates i saw, i jotted down. i wrote;

Technical Support 1978

then,

Brian Stells (for some reason i dont remember right now)

alrighty this is where the stupid capitalized letters come in, but before it looks like i vomit a keysmash time infinity on this, ill put down the little inbetween things i wrote in the midst of the caps lockalypse like timestamps and stuff, so here you go;

- Reverse at 8:16 which i did but of course didnt write down what i heard. i think it was too warbled to hear anything clear out of it, or it was just the good ol auditory processing issues fucking me over yet again. WAIT yep yes i did here it is: “rosemary would go to the restaurant every night hoping that [her] beloved husband would reappear after being missing for weeks but no response until one day [s]he heard a voice [saying] ‘i know where he is rosie’ coming from the back stage” the bracketed stuff is the corrections, i misheard the audio and thought the audio said “his”, “he” and “singing” like a nimrod

- Brighten at 10:14 which was another missing person poster, but i dont think it had any information on it because i didnt write it down, just;

- Sophie again (pic at 9:08?) (dismemberd and put in Sha) i was stupid and wrong haha idiot it was rosemary who was put in sha but anywho

i starred and underlined a huge thing i discovered which was;

- Walten had 3 kids which i dont remember how i found out but it doesnt matter, its good important info i uncovered.

- Tape #4 - Unkown Date

- recorded 07/12-07/14 1978

- Hilary B, Ashley P & Kevin W i made sure to get these names down as soon as i saw them on screen but then realized shortly after i wouldnt really need to have it as the closed captions made sure i knew which person was talking by using their first initial (capitalized of course) before each line of text. this is the perfect time to announce the arrival of the clusterfuck of capital letters, which is going to include colons which will indicate that the letter before it is the initial of the person talking. without further aedue, here comes another chinese earthquake;

TCWTSTATO(K-9)TBSSFWFCNEHAWBSUBIUC(BSIIDC)OWHISF INBIJTILNSPL(K-9)LCSCKCCCWTTLTLITTTYROTFAJAMHPYYSTCSPMBBWSBIB H:NTPPCCK:DA:HH:YCPRPMWTCBCRAWK:JH:SYYTCPBACPSTBAWCA:TK(?):FMTTCMK:TCPNOA:DTOFK:ITNPPRA:YBUTIRRFH:HKIBESRAIA:TCK:WA:WPCCFTRRIDPEH:GGK:GPA:LKK:WA:HNCGTKMK:YH:IGKA:ESK:MFH:RK:HILRLBNTRPPUWHITRRTPEIFEPH:YWBEBPK:MAHPBTRPTRPEL(LN)HTACPKLIKHPFITSKLTKLB(LB?)ISIBSUBIPRW AEBATHSPUAICTPURTWBBRPHTRTIIIILTCITCUCCP S(bpe, be)WA”IDCPBPSIB

holy shit its finally over okay now onto some MORE of what i wrote down in between and also after that keysmash attack;

12 doors? (backrooms) 27? 26? i was unsure because ashley was unsure too lmfao

found cassette (6/11/78) <- says “discard”? yeah it did

Tape in clown audio, speaking voice; jack, susan, charles(?), rosemary, sophie, last word sounds like “walrus” it was walten lmfao

Ashley died? yeah she did lmfao OR AT LEAST I THINK SO??

starred this one, Reverse @ 17:06, then got this;

“they left the next day, they thought ashley left early, but she was in the backdoors, screaming as much as she could, but no one heard the screams, the following days the caretakers would complain about an awful smell coming from the backdoors, company decided to shut down facility until new advice, the relocate project was unsuccessful. ashley is still there, but she is not screaming anymore, she saw something she wasnt supposed to see and now shes beautiful” the phrase “shes beautiful” was repeating like a bajillion times in that wall of text. then, god motherfuckng bless:

at 17:23 i found the other half of the youtube link, “.be/k07QqEDOfQ” i pieced that bad boy together as instant as i think any form of ramen could never be, but remained ever patient. because i made sure to jot down this before moving onto my next segment;

@ end of vid 2, “shadow man sees* me when lights go off” im an idiot *it was actually “feeds” not “sees”, which AGAIN, i only found out after watching the stupid little film theory video *begins snarling and foaming at the mouth*

okay im not proud to admit im editing this to post it and realized ive lost my notes. well.

might as well post what ive got! if i find my shit ill add onto this, i suppose.

#the walten files #twf #notes #horror

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mayfriend-archive · 3 years

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Totally understand if you're not up for it and fully recognize the ronald mcdonald dom/sub anon vibes which is an AMAZING post btw but like...now i'm curious, what the hell did Lord of the Flies anon DO that got him blocked for the discourse? like...i just can't wrap my head around high school lit being...uh...that inflammatory i guess?

Okay so, I'll start by saying I've had a new anon from apparently the same anon saying they are NOT the person I blocked, just a rando making the same points, but I'll answer your question anyway just to set out why this person in particular got blocked, out of the several thousand who reblogged/commented on that very successful addition to the LoTF post I made.

First off, I added the 'real life Lord of the Flies' story because I thought it was a good story. I had read about it only a couple days beforehand in Humankind and, after reading out the entire chapter to my parents who weren't very interested, I was excited that there was not only a post where it would be relevant to post, but that I wouldn't be hijacking it, as it was already rejecting the widespread interpretation taught in many schools, that humanity is inherently savage.

When making the addition, I a) did not think it would get more than a couple reblogs, because the post was already at 50k notes and I figured anyone that might be interested would already have seen it, and b) I did not know the very specific context that prompted William Golding to write the book; all I knew was that he had been a teacher at a public school (basically, the poshest schools in the country - think Eton, Harrow, very 'old money' places that pump out Conservative politicians by the bucket-load 🤢) who hated his job and the boys he taught (which, valid), and new information I'd been given in Humankind - that Golding had said to his wife one day, "Wouldn't it be a good idea to write a story about some boys on an island, showing how they would really behave?" - which had no mention of The Coral Island by R. M. Ballantyne, which I have since learned was the text that Golding loathed enough to write an entire novel in refutation of - and included what I considered a very telling letter from Golding to his publisher, in which Golding wrote of his belief that 'even if we start with a clean slate, our nature compels us to make a muck of it.' Another Golding quote that I believe portrays his belief in humanity's 'innate savagery' is that "man produces evil as a bee produces honey."

Obviously, the author of a book putting forward the case for humanity's inherent goodness was going to oppose Golding's hypothesis; Bregman not only noted Golding's literary accomplishments and beliefs, but his personal life.

When I began delving into the author's life, I learned what an unhappy individual he'd been. An alcoholic. Prone to depression. A man who, as a teacher, once divided his pupils into gangs and encouraged them to attack each other. "I have always understood the Nazis," Golding confessed, "because I am of that sort by nature." (Humankind by Rutger Bregman, p. 24-25)

I have bolded the part about him as a teacher, because it is incredibly relevant to the original post that I commented on, which begins with a comic of a teacher locking her class in to see them 'recreate' Lord of the Flies, something which the follow up comments before mine staunchly reject as both misunderstanding the point of the book, and the fact that it took the kids in Lord of the Flies a significant amount of time without adult supervision to go 'savage'. This misreading of the text is widespread enough that when Golding won the Nobel Prize for Lord of the Flies, the Swedish Nobel committee wrote that his book 'illuminate[s] the human condition in the world of today'. Whether or not they misread it is beyond my expertise - they do at least mention the factors of the outside world neglected by many when analysing the book, but still seem to believe it says something about human nature as a whole rather than just, to quote thedarkbutbeige 'British kids being rat bastards' - but Golding quite happily took his Nobel prize on this basis. Which, in fairness, I would too. It's a fucking Nobel prize.

It was with this knowledge, and this knowledge alone, that I stated in my now very, very widely read comment that Golding 'wrote the book to be a dick', in response to the tags of the person I reblogged from. As I said, I now know that Golding did not write the book (solely) because he hated the kids he taught, but as a response to The Coral Island and the general idea that clearly the British were inherently civilsed, whilst the people they colonised and enslaved were inherently savage. So. That's the background.

The anon - or rather, the person I thought was anon - was the sole exception out of dozens of replies, who instead of telling me about The Coral Island politely decided it was time to go ALL CAPS and regurgitate points already made by thespaceshipoftheseus, and implied that the only reason that the real life Tongan castaways didn't go all Lord of the Flies was because they weren't British. Not because they weren't surrounded by violence like the boys in Lord of the Flies, or there wasn't a World War ongoing, or that they weren't the upper, upper, upper crust of a class-obsessed society like Britain - but because they weren't British. A complete inversion of the concept that Golding was trying to get across - now, instead of all of humanity being equally prone to savagery in the right conditions, it was solely nationality that determined it. As in, the British were inherently savage, but nobody else was.

I, trying for humour, made the terrible mistake of replying to them.

I won't lie, I was absolutely blown away that this was real life. What I think they were trying to do was be that Cool Tumblr Person who, after somebody's been shitty on a post, goes to their blog and sees something Damning in their about/description. In an ideal world, I imagine I'd have gone nuts or done something Unforgiveable. In what I can only call the rant that followed, they stated several times that I needed to go back to high school to get some 'proper literary analysis' skills and that the story of the Tongan castaways was completely unrelated to the point at hand which. I mean, I disagree, considering that I made the addition, but I couldn't get my head around how commenting on a post that was already rejecting the thesis that the 'point' of Lord of the Flies was that humanity was inherently savage and was, in fact, about how kids - British or otherwise - learn how to function from the adults around them, and that traumatised, terrified children aren't going to create a mini-Utopia, and put forward a real life example of how without the key additions of an ongoing world war, a colonial Empire and the subsequent mindset of thinking you are 'inherently civilised' and therefore can't do anything wrong, actually, people just want to take care of each other.

A friend has since asked me why I even have 'england' in my description. To be honest, it's a timezone thing - I talk to a lot of people online who don't share my timezone, and it generally makes me feel like if I don't reply immediately because it's 3am, they have the tools to see that I'm not in their timezone and not just ignoring them. I did consider changing it to 'british' or 'uk' after it was... 'used against me', I guess, simply because I didn't want to deal with it, but you know what. No. Not gonna do that. I am from England, and I have never hid that fact. I have a tag called 'uk politics', during Eurovision I refer to the UK's act as 'us' (even if I really, really don't want to. Because James Newman slaughtered that song and it was downright embarrassing), I regularly post stuff in my personal tag about where I live (and mostly complain about this piece of shit government). If people really think my nationality makes every point I make null and void, then they don't have to follow me or interact with my posts; tumblr is big, and I am one medium-small blog very easily passed over.

I did reply to them, trying to explain the above, but their next response really just doubled down. Because I used the word British instead of English - foolishly because the posts above mine focused on Britishness, and also because although Golding was English and taught English kids, the pro-Imperialism author of The Coral Island, R. M. Bannatyne was actually Scottish so, ding ding ding, falls into the 'British' category - they then decided that I was somehow trying to pretend I wasn't English and made all the same points, before ending with this doozy:

At this point, I knew there was nothing to be gained from replying, because if we're whipping out conditions like they're pokemon cards then there's no actual conversation anymore, and I'm not going to start mudslinging like an identity politician. They made up their mind, and I figured there could be no harm in letting them think that they 'won' by blocking them instead of replying.

Until the ask. INNATE ENGLISH SAVAGERY did, I'll admit, make me think it was them, back again. I even thought up a really good response approximately 12 hours after I replied, I was that sure. Until the second message came in, and said they were just someone who came from the post and made the same point by chance. So the saga draws to a close... for now.

It may have been them, it may not have been - the anon feature makes it impossible to be sure, but as the second message I got said, we're in a heatwave. It's too hot to argue. And I've just written a goddamn essay about a book I dislike anyway.

My pasty English ass is going to go melt. If there's Disk Horse, do not tell me. I am Done™

#emily speaks #asks #anon #lord of the flies #this is long. this is so long. why is this so long #i literally got out humankind so i could quote directly. how is this my life

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sm-entertain-me · 5 years

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Technically Off Limits (E)

Requested by @sarangtae-vante: Hey love, can have an imagine where you've been fan of bts for a long time but then you actually get recruited in their tech team and it was really hard not to fan girl around them but they made you fell really comfortable. And then any of the member (jin or jk or jimin or all) finds that you have a crush on taehyung and you can take from here.i don't mind if it's a fluff or mature. (I decided fluff, btw)

Contains: Kim Taehyung x (f) reader, adult language, FLUFF, tech team!reader, Bighit employee!au

Synopsis: Congratulations on you getting hired on Big Hit Entertainment's tech team! It makes all those computer science classes worth it to be able to work for your favorite company. However, it’s made very clear that you are not to be romantically involved with any of the talent...

The day you got the email to join Bighit's tech teams was not one you would easily forget. Although the events leading up to it were something to be desired since you had gotten yelled at by your boss, well, ex boss. It was a cold, rainy day and you had gotten home around 9 o'clock ish because of the intense hours your employer chose to put onto you, serving as a "warning" to not be late again. Everything seemed to be going wrong until you opened your email to find a special piece of mail sitting at the top of your inbox, shining with bold letters. You had a good feeling what the email contained, but you weren’t sure that it was an opportunity to change your life forever.

Ever since then, you’ve been whisked away to Seoul to help out with minor technical issues with Bighit’s offices and stuff like that. Most of the employees didn’t really speak English that well so they often sent one of the trainees or other rookies that had recruited from English speaking countries to give you orders. Honestly, even though you were living your dream, it was a little bit boring to you. You were under the impression you would be working closely with the artists that have been produced from this company, not fixing minuscule viruses that would pop up occasionally because of the trainee artists clicking on emails that they really shouldn’t be. You weren’t going to name names of course because that would be embarrassing for them as well as you, since you knew what kind of emails were causing the viruses. Still, a job’s a job.

It was a little later than when you were supposed to get out, getting sucked into helping with PD-nim’s technical issues with his sound system in the office. You didn’t complain because he was a very nice man, and he was easily the most powerful person in this whole facility and could ship you right back into the shithole of a life you had prior to this. “Need help with that?” A familiar voice called out from behind you, causing you to jump where you stood and dropping some of your tools on the ground. You held your hand over your heart as you inhaled sharply, turning on your heels to find Jungkook standing there with his goofy smile after he realized he scared you pretty badly. “Jesus Christ, Kook,” You groaned as you doubled over and held onto the caps of your knees, still trying to get your breathing down to a semi normal rate.

“What are you still doing here? Shouldn’t you have gone home like, half an hour ago?” Jungkook questioned as he slipped through the opened doorway and stood next to you, sitting down in PD-nim’s swivel chair to tend to the need of Twitter for another selca. Rolling your eyes lightly, you nodded at him as you grabbed the tiny screwdriver that lay on the ground, “Yeah, but I have to get this done. I’m so close to being promoted to your guys’ technical manager.” It was true. You were very close to being promoted to being one of the on hand tech managers whenever the guys went on tour. Although you only really gotten close with Jungkook and Jimin, you were more than happy to get to know the rest of them. Especially Taehyung.

Ah yes, Kim Taehyung. He was easily the most beautiful person you had ever laid eyes on. He had a smile that could melt you into a puddle, eyes that were the softest shade of brown and could carry the whole light of the world in them, and a laugh that always made you smile. However, you never really got to know him because you were super shy and didn’t want to ruin any part of the nonexistent relationship you had, he was talent and you were instructed to never get involved with any of the talent as your job was just to make sure everything was running smoothly in the tech department, and you rarely got to see him outside of practice. It was a shame really because you felt like you and Taehyung would really hit it off. You did, however, come really close to asking Jungkook to be your wingman, but you knew that if he found out your true feelings about his bandmate that he would surely make your life a living hell with the constant teasing and pestering.

“Hey! Y/N! Did you even hear me?” Jungkook’s voice rang out to you from his position behind you, yanking you back into reality. You turned to face him with a look of confusion, still gripping the screwdriver in your hand that had yet to move from your thinking about Taehyung. That earned an eye roll from Jungkook as he stood up and came towards you, waving his hand in front of your face to bring you completely back from the vice grip your thoughts had on you, “Geez you checked out for a good minute there. What were you thinking about?” “No one,” You responded simply, turning your back to him to continue your work. That was, until Jungkook reached out to grab your shoulders and turn you completely around, “Y/N, I said what were you thinking about, not who. But now you’re going to tell me who or I’ll break PD-nim’s sound system even more than it is now.” “You wouldn’t,” You seethed, narrowing your eyes at the young man in front of him who wore a smirk like it was a permanent part of his body. “Try me.”

Jungkook was a persistent one, you’ll give him that. He wouldn’t let you leave the room, wouldn’t let you pick up the screwdriver to continue your work, and surely wouldn’t let you change the subject. He even resulted to yanking the screwdriver away from you until you at least gave him a hint on who had taken your full attention. “Is he older than me?” Jungkook questioned as he fiddled with the tool needed to finish the job, knowing it was annoying you. “Yes,” You grumbled as you walked over to the desk, sitting on it casually. Jungkook’s lips formed a smile as he looked up at you to continue his questioning, “Is he in BTS?” “Kook, seriously,” You groaned as you tried to grab the screwdriver that was dangerously close to your hand but he was way too quick, looking at you until you answered him. With a huff and a sigh, you answered, “Yes.” Jungkook chuckled, “Of course he is. That’s why you want to be on the tech team, you like someone in the band. Is it Tae Tae?”

The sudden silence that filled the room was more than enough to answer Jungkook’s question as you looked down at your hands, twiddling your thumbs as if you were ashamed to admit it. Jungkook saw the sudden drop of your face and quickly walked over to you, bending down to meet your eyes, “Hey. It’s okay. Taehyung is a really nice guy and I’m sure that I can get you two to go out or something.” “No,” You protested as you looked away to hide the redness that was spreading through your face due to embarrassment of this whole conversation. “I’m not allowed to. I’m here to work, not date. PD-nim made that very clear.” You watched as Jungkook rolled his eyes, grabbing your face to look at him, “Y/N, do you realize how many people here have had romantic trysts with the artists here? The answer is a lot. Now, I’m going to set you up with Taehyung and you’re going to enjoy yourself. Besides, maybe he likes you too.” “Who likes who?”

The voice that asked that question didn’t belong to you or Jungkook. You both turned to the source of the noise, coming face to face with the very person you were just talking about. “Taehyung,” You said with widened eyes, trying to hide your face that still had the prominent redness from Jungkook’s pestering. Jungkook stood up quickly and rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “Oh, nothing Tae.” Taehyung’s lips formed a pout as he entered the office, walking to stand right next to you and offering a smile at you before he spoke, “Come on Kook, I barely get to hear any drama anymore. I wanna know.” Jungkook looked down at you, silently asking you to handle the situation since it was really your feelings being discussed. Taehyung also looked down at you, waiting to see if you would tell him even though you knew it could ruin any chance of getting that promotion you desired.

“I... I don’t really want to tell you,” You admitted, stammering almost every single word that poured out of you because of the nervousness that sat in your stomach from Taehyung being so close and having to admit your feelings to him. Taehyung sighed as he grabbed your hand in his, stroking the top of it with his thumb, “Y/N, you can trust me.” You were kind of shocked that he actually knew your name considering he’s really only said hello a few times to you when he passed through the hallways or the elevator to get to the practice rooms, but you weren’t complaining. Jungkook was standing opposite the two of you as he watched the way Tae was holding your hand, awkwardly shoving his hand into his pocket, “Oh um, by the way... I may or may not have already said something about you liking him.”

“You fucking what?” You yelled, snatching your hand out of Taehyung’s and rushing over to Jungkook to grab him by the collar, shaking him as hard as you could even though it barely made the bulky kid move. “You told him?!?” “To be fair, it was kind of obvious. Yoongi-hyung and I had a bet to see how long it would take for Tae to find out, so I told him so I could win the bet,” Jungkook admitted as he let you continue to shake him back and forth against the wall. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You trusted Jungkook. Actually, you hadn’t even told him that you had feelings for Taehyung, so you were more shocked at the fact that it was so obvious to everyone else besides you. You thought you were pretty good at hiding your emotions, but your actions prove otherwise.

You finally calmed down at you let go of Jungkook’s collar, pushing the fabric out so you could smooth the wrinkles you caused. Sighing softly, you pressed your fingers to the bridge of your nose to control yourself, “Kookie, I’m sorry. I just, I really want this promotion and the whole reason I hadn’t said anything was so that PD-nim wouldn’t find out and threaten to terminate me... And now Taehyung knows, and so does Yoongi. God I’m screwed.” A soft hand found the base of your shoulder blade, rubbing it lightly as the person it belonged to spoke quietly, “No, no. You’re not screwed. PD-nim doesn’t have to know anything about it. Y/N, you’re a great tech expert. And if you hadn’t noticed, we kind of have a say in who’s in our tech group on the road. Both Kook and I can vouch for you. Hell, even Jimin can vouch for you.”

You turned on your heels to look up at Taehyung with eyes that had a few tears being held back sicne you thought you would surely get fired, “You-You’d do that? For me?” Taehyung smiled softly at you, his eyes forming deep crescents as he looked at you, “Of course I would. You’re one of the most talented people I’ve ever seen, and you’re also the kindest person I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.” A smile found its way onto your face as you looked down to hide the small blush, afraid Taehyung would catch it.

A hand gripped the bottom of your chin and pulled you to look up, your eyes meeting once again with Tae’s, “And about you liking me, let me ask you a question. Has it ever occurred to you that I always say hi to you in the elevator when the practice rooms are below the tech department? They’ve never been above.” It all made sense to you. Taehyug had no reason to be on the elevator with you for so long. The practice rooms are on the third floor and the tech department is on the fifth. He’d gone out of his way to stay on that elevator to say hi and strike up seemingly meaningless conversations with you. That was sure to get your heart racing.

“So are you going to ask her or what? I did my part,” Jungkook said impatiently, interrupting your conversation as he stood with his arms crossed. “She nearly ripped my shoulder out of place by shaking me so hard.” Taehyung rolled his eyes at Jungkook and motioned for him to leave, Jungkook giving at nod to the both of you to say his farewells. You tilted your head at Taehyung, wanting to know what he meant by “I did my part.” Taehyung smiled a nervous smile, gripping the back of his neck and giving a good scratch, “I may or may not have planned this out since Kook told me about you liking me a couple months ago. I didn’t know how to go about it since we barely talk, but I would love to get to know you, if that’s okay.” Taehyung saw your face contort to show your nervousness, still thinking about how you could lose your job over this. Until he used an argument you simply couldn’t resist, “It’s just one little date. What PD-nim doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

Little did you know that the one little date that Taehyung was talking about turned into another date, and another one, and him asking you to be his girlfriend after you got your promotion to the BTS technical manager. Once you were promoted, PD-nim really had no grounds to fire you since you and Tae were dating after you got your promotion... Or so he thought. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

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evan-hand-soap · 5 years

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I wrote this last night because I got bored

Jeremy Heere x Reader:)

Basicallyyyyyyyy you/Reader are in the position of Jeremy and Jeremy is in the position of Michael... so Reader has a Squip while (not to readers consent) Jeremy’s on opt. nerve blocking. It’ll make sense later.

*bold and italics means it’s the Squip btw*

Word count- I think it was like 2071

Warnings: lil bit of cursing but it’s only like twice, the Squip putting reader in pain, crying, uh that’s it I think... let me know if there more.

Loud music blared through huge speakers in the Halloween party you were at- and had no idea why you even bothered to come. You didn’t know many people there. So why come? Oh yeah. The Squip told you too. It drives you insane. I N S A N E. You knew how to get rid of it, but didn’t know where to get a code red Mountain Dew. You’d searched everywhere but made no success. Parties used to give you panic attacks. You had the popular people there, sure. Doesn’t mean you liked them. And you didn’t want to stay either. After forcing the Squip to let you get your way, you were on your way out of the house. On the way you accidentally bumped into someone, who had taken all of your attention.

“I- sorr- oh my god! Jeremy! Where have you been for like the last two weeks??”

“Oh? You’re suddenly paying attention to me? You’ve been ignoring me!”

“I- I have..??”

“It’s called optic nerve blocking. I have been blocking Jeremy from your field of vision. Without your consent, of course.”

“You what???”

“What?”

“Not you Jeremy- Wait—“ you red solo cup in his hand caught your eye.

“Red- Red! Red! Mountain Dew! Code Red Mountain Dew! Do you have any!!?”

“What? No. I know a store that sells it-“

“I need it!”

“No you don’t! I’m helping you!!”

He looked at you like you were crazy and you begged him, tears forming.

“Jeremy please-“ you choked on a sob, “This thing— this voice- I-I- I need it gone! I-I-I’m going insane— plea-pleas—“

“What- What voice?”

“I’ll explain later! Just help me-“

“I- come with me.” He sighed and grabbed your wrist. He tugged you outside and into his car.

“I’ll get you your Mountain Dew. But why have you been ignoring me?”

“I-it it’s not intentional— t-this thing! I- it’s a- a robot— telling me what I need to do-“ tears streamed down your face as it yelled in your head.

“He’s yelling— and he’s not stopping! H-he’s driving me insane— I- it hurts- it got rid of you! I- it said it’s called o-“ you were zapped and you cried even harder.

“Get out of my head!” You yelled and held your head tightly while sobbing.

“I-it’s an opti-optic nerve blocking- it blocks out people— the ones it thinks I don’t need-“

“I’ll be right back-“ he said and threw himself out of the car and into the parking lot. He was off and into a mall while you were sobbing and screaming at yourself telling it shut up.

“GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!!!” You sobbed and the car door flew open.

“Here-“ Jeremy told you and you shot your hand out to grab it. You were zapped and tried to resist the zaps. You took it into your shaky hands and just chugged. And chugged. As much of it as you could. You quickly screwed the cap on before the pain kicked in and held your head, bracing for pain you knew was coming soon. You heard it’s glitching voice and a faint ‘OVERRIDE’ bleeping. The pain kicked in and you sobbed and sobbed and held your head while it felt like you were being hit in the head with a sledgehammer while your brain was being tased. It felt horrible but thankfully it didn’t last that long. When it was gone you were shaking and panting.

“Deep breaths.”

“I-it’s gone— finally—“

“Okay what’s gone?”

“T-th-the the thing! It- it’s a computer- in a pill— it stays in your brain and tells you what to do and how to be the way you want to be. In this case, cool-“

“You need some rest, I’ll take you home.”

“I- I can’t be alone— I’ll have a panic attack.”

“Then I’ll stay with you. I’ll help you try and get your mind off things. Is your basement still in use of video games?”

“Always has been. But I upgraded it. With any money I could get. D- do you still remember my address?” You we’re still shaking but not stuttering as much, the tears still slowly streaming down your face in the moonlight.

“Yeah, your house isn’t that hard to find.” You nodded and put your head back, closing your eyes and trying to breathe normally. He pulled up in your driveway and got out of the driver side. You were just barley shutting the door on your side when he was on your side and helping you walk straight hence you were still shaking. He helped you inside the house and you walked him to the basement which was majorly upgraded. You flicked on the light, which was also connected to all the other machines and things in your basement. So everything else lit up. The basement was decorated with red walls, black carpet, and dark blue couch in front of a huge flat screen Tv. The walls had video game posters and what not on them, with a few neon light fixtures. You also had a vintage Pac-Man game machine that was still in function, that is almost impossible find. You had a mini fridge stuffed with sodas and snacks in one corner of the room. Beside the mini fridge was a bathroom which was literally nothing special at all. Had a shower, sink, toilet, the usual. And a huge dresser that was meant to be stuffed with movie dvds, but instead, you stuffed it with any video game, game controller, and or game console you own. Along with a popcorn machine for popping fresh popcorn beside the mini fridge. You had this room envisioned for years and decided to take any money you had and earn so more, into this basement. Along with trading any gift cards you had with your dad in exchange for money to add to the pile.

“Holy shit!”

“I know! I’m basically broke now but it was worth it. I haven’t been down here in a while since the Squip but... it’s still the same.”

“This is heaven—“

“Like I said.”

“Oh my god-“

“Are we going to just stare at it or actually use it? Because I’ve been desperate to.”

“Use it-“

“You can pick a game.” You made snacks and what not up stairs while starting popcorn in the machine while he dug through your collection. You came down stairs with a selection of snacks and sugar for the night while he was setting up a game. Which to his choice, was GTA.

-three weeks later-

You and Jeremy and Michael, who was at the party but you didn’t see him, had started hanging out again and the hanging out in your basement every night became a routine. Everyday after school they’d instinctively take the bus with you and get off at your stop. They even had a drawer of extra clothes in your dresser upstairs in your bedroom.

When they got over to your house with you after the bus, they went down stairs to pick a game while you stayed upstairs making food in the kitchen. While you were throwing things around trying to move quickly, you spilt a monster that you were drinking(that was probably the reason why you had energy) all over you. You quickly ran upstairs to your room to change. You changed into sweatpants and realized you hadn’t done your laundry in a while. Leaving you with no shirts. You quickly debated on just throwing a jacket on or grabbing something of Michael’s or Jeremy’s. You settled on wearing Jeremy’s clothes since if anything, it’d fit a little better. You threw on a black Pac-man t shirt he had with one of his hoodies. If you were being honest, you had a crush on Jeremy. It wasn’t too big or anything, but it was there. You had told Michael about it and whenever the three of you were in a room alone, he would wink at you or smirk or whatever, from behind Jeremy. The smell of his cologne flooded into your nose which caused you to blush and hug yourself, to hold the huge hoodie tighter. You ran downstairs and to the kitchen again, this time trying to be more careful. You were in the basement soon with the snacks and had them set on the table in front of the couch. You didn’t see Jermey, but assumed he was in the bathroom because you could hear the shower running. He probably got something on himself too. Michael didn’t notice you come down until he turned around and saw you on the couch, scrolling through your phone in Jeremy’s clothes.

“Looky looky. Already stealing his clothes.”

“In my defense, I haven’t done my laundry and I spilt a monster on me so I had to resort to your guys’s stuff. I chose his because his clothes would most likely fit me better than yours.

“Mhm.. sure.” You scoffed and looked back down at your phone. Michael sat down on a bean bag that was between the couch and Tv, slurping on a slushee. You heard the bathroom door open, causing you to look up and see Jeremy. Who was wearing the same sweatpants as before, and the same blue hoodie. But with wet hair. When his eyes met yours he looked you up and down. He approached you rather quickly and collided with the couch and was now in front of you.

“Are you wearing my hoodie??”

“Yeah.. I spilt a monster on me and I haven’t done my laundry in a while so I just resorted to taking your stuff. Which is super comfy, by the way. Michael’s would’ve been too big.”

“Yeah no- I know it is. Because it’s mine. It- it looks good on you..” you blushed a dark red and slightly smiled. You could practically hear Michael’s smirk. Before you could say anything, Michael took it upon himself to LEAVE.

“I think I left my phone upstairs.. I’ll be back.” You felt yourself start to panic while he got up, and was gone in a second. You, unknowingly, were lost in his eyes with big heart eyes. Which he was doing the same. Which of course, he didn’t know either. Before you could say or do anything, he cupped your cheek and pinned you to the couch, him on top of you, his lips planted on yours. It took a split second to react but you were soon kissing him back and it was probably the best thing to happen to you, besides him actually returning in your life in the first place.

“Woah—“ you mumbled once you’d both pulled away. He didn’t say anything but look into your eyes and flash you a small smile. He sat up, no longer pinning you down, and picked up a controller.

“Sorry, I was just desperate to do that.”

“Y-n- d- don’t be s-sorry. It’s- Fine—“ you sat up and reached for a controller, a deep blush covering your face. Throughout the game your mind was off in another world and you lost to Jeremy every time, which wasn’t normal. Michael was back in the room and sitting in front of you on the beanbag.

“You suck today, y/n.” Michael laughed and you shook your head.

“I- I wouldn’t if my mind was clear—“

“Will this help-“ Jeremy dropped the remote and dove over to press his lip to yours.

“I don’t think t-“ you were cut off by his lips on yours once again, this kiss even more intense and deeper than the last one. Your hands were up in his messy hair, slightly pulling at his head. One of his hands were low on your waist, holding you up to his waist while his other was holding your head. After you both had eventually pulled away he had a smile and so did you, along with a bright red face.

“I-“ Michael started clapping slowly and laughed.

“It’s about time this happened. It literally killed me every time I saw you two together because holy shit-“

“Michael, shut up.” Jeremy told him and you laughed.

“I’m just saying! So are you guys like dating now or what?” You looked back up at Jermey and gave him a questioning look.

“I don’t know, are we?”

“Only to your consent, of course.”

“Then you have it.”

“Wait really??”

“Yeah,”

“I- uh- awesome!” You laughed and pressed your lips to his.

“Your such a nerd.”

#be more chill #jeremy heere x reader #this isnt very gewd i know #michael mell #jeremy heere #the squip #boink

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