#idk if this has been done yet but i just love their silly antics
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✧˚ · . loving you quietly
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“Beomgyu was taught that actions speak louder than words— he’s grown to care for others in that way, but when he finally decides to let his heart speak for once, he learns that it may have been better to remain silent instead.”
“can you hear it? my heart calls for you. i’ve been here, waiting patiently all along.”
beomgyu x gn!reader
[ft. Yeonjun and Sunghoon of Enhypen]
Genre: fluff, angst, f2l, idiots to lovers, slowburn
Word count 12.4k
Warnings: mentions of food, lots of (fake) arguments n stuff, mc has a bit of anxiety, panic attacks/overstimulation, mentions of past toxic relationships, lack of proper communication, they’re both idiots please be patient with them. (lemme know if I should add anything!)
Notes: the Beomgyu brain rot got me again, enjoy and leave me silly little comment if u want me to think about u for the rest of the day ^_^
beomgyu: idk how to flirt i done called them a bitch
It’s no secret your relationship with Beomgyu is peculiar.
Out of everyone else in your friend group, you’d think the two of you would get along the most— same hobbies, same interests, your playlists containing all the same songs every time you go to get aux in the car— yet if anything, your friends have all learned to keep the two of you at least three feet apart at all times.
It’s not like you seriously hate each other— at least, you’d hope not— but it just seems that you’ve both taken quite the liking to treat each other in a much more harsh, unforgiving way.
“That sweater is hideous,” Beomgyu comments, staring you down with those same puppy eyes he always uses to get what he wants. He doesn’t flinch at the glare you send him, gritting your teeth as you watch him take an innocent sip of his shake; your lack of response only fuels him further, his lips twitching in amusement as he pulls away from his straw with a loud pop!
“It’s so tacky.”
Personally, you didn’t expect to be accosted over your comfort sweater in a Steak ‘n Shake on a random Tuesday. Yet here you are, letting out an offended gasp as you pat down your sweater in a self-reassuring manner; sure, the color and pattern aren’t exactly the most pleasing to the eye, but you were lazy and didn’t feel like doing your laundry just yet— if anything, you’re sure you could find a think piece like this in Beomgyu’s closet— or rather a few, to be realistic.
“I know you’re not one to talk,” you begin, your friends sighing and rolling their eyes as they watch your antics ensue. Once you got started, you never stopped; it truly didn’t help that you were so easily provoked, either, “Don’t think I forgot about the time you dressed like Adam Sandler for a straight week.”
“It was summer and the AC was broken!” Beomgyu perks up immediately at your comment, his ears turning red as he turns to his roommate for help; Soobin simply shakes his head, leaving Beomgyu to his defeat as he turns his focus to the fries in front of him— though you don’t miss the way his dimples poke through his cheeks as he bows his head down, a soft huff escaping him as he tries to hide his obvious laugh.
It isn’t long before you get lost in the argument; you’re not even sure if you’re making sense anymore, all logic thrown out the window as you begin to threaten Beomgyu that you’ll fight him in the parking lot this instant if he doesn’t watch his mouth— and like always, he’s never one to back down— it isn’t until you’re both chugging your shakes and telling the other to get ready that your friends finally decide to intervene.
Even as you finally settle down and head back to Soobin’s car, you’re still able to catch Beomgyu casting you stupid looks and sticking his tongue out at you childishly— you would’ve been quick to return the gesture if Taehyun hadn’t smacked him clean upside the head, telling him to “behave” as Beomgyu quickly gave him a look that resembled a kicked puppy.
You’d like to think that you would’ve won the fight— Beomgyu’s hair is pretty grabbable, but you’re sure you would’ve left the battle with a couple of bites on your body; even then, Beomgyu is the least active in the friend group, so you’re sure you could’ve easily tired him out— an easy win for you.
(That, and the fact that Beomgyu is incapable of hurting anyone he cares about.)
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Being left alone with Beomgyu is not recommended.
It’s not ideal either, and you’ve come to learn this the hard way; without a mediator there to put up with your antics, there’s truly no way to tell what’ll happen if you’re left alone for longer than five minutes.
You’ve decided to be alone today, your back aching and your muscles becoming numb as you sit in the library, poring over your computer as you feel your vision slowly blurring; you’re almost done with your assignment, yet you can’t help but feel that all these hours of being cooped up inside have come back to haunt you as you feel an ache forming behind your eyes, the words before you becoming nonsensical as your brain slowly turns off.
Once you get in the zone, it’s hard for you to get out of it— you never know when you’ll be able to focus this much again, so you use it to your advantage and try to make it last as long as you can. But it’s draining, and you often find yourself strained by the time you finish— but you’ve worked so hard and you’re almost finished, you’re sure that if you push through the pain a little longer you’ll be able to focus again, right?
Your efforts come to a shattering stop as you feel a tug at your hair, insistent and childish as you try to shrug it off— all you get in return is a flat hand slapping on the top of your head, tilting your head back until you’re stuck staring at the ceiling.
“I’m hungry.”
“How did you find me.”
You’re not sure why that’s your first reaction, but the sight of Beomgyu hovering over your eyes, upside down and pouting, makes you slump back in your chair in defeat— out of all the outcomes and people that could have found you, this one’s definitely the worst.
“You weren’t at the dormmmsss,” he whines, petulant as ever as he jolts your head around annoyingly; his grip is firm on your head, and it takes a sharp slap to the back of his hand for him to pull away, watching him kiss the stinging area softly as you ignore the looks you get from the people around you.
“Okay? Didn’t you stop to think that it was for a reason?” You say, twisting around in your chair to face him; you’re quickly backing away as he’s leaning in, sharp eyes glaring at you as he lowers his volume.
“I wanted to go to that one place you took us last week, but I forgot what it was called— I had something really good but I don’t remember what it was.” He doesn’t seem phased by the puzzled look you send him; your face is scrunching up and you’re left in disbelief as you tilt your head, pursing your lips as you wonder what he could be talking about.
“You mean Steak ‘n Shake?”
You don’t miss the way his eyes widen at the sound of the very popular and well-known fast-food chain; his face feels hot as he clears his throat, shaking his head softly as he sighs.
“N—no… the other one.” His response doesn’t help at all; you’re sure you’ll get wrinkles with the way you’re frowning, truly trying to give him the benefit of the doubt before you’re left at a dead end after a moment.
“That was the only place I suggested.”
“Really? I could’ve sworn there was some other place,” he’s innocent as he straightens his posture, no longer leaning down to talk to you as he runs an impatient hand through his hair. His gaze is fleeting around the room as he goes quiet, the gears clearly being put at work in his head as he finally concludes,“Whatever. Take me there.”
“What? No, I’m busy,” you say, gesturing to your computer behind you as you give him an incredulous look. He simply scoffs carelessly, stepping closer to you until he’s reaching over, shutting your computer clumsily before he’s shoving it in your bag. You’re not sure of what else to do but run after him as he scurries away with your belongings, ignoring your hushed yells for him to stop as he simply glances back at you; his pace quickens shortly after.
It isn’t until you’re exiting the library that you finally allow yourself to run after him, curses and insults escaping you left and right as he suddenly gains an impeccable speed— you choose to chalk it all up to the fact that you’ve been cooped up inside all day, your energy well drained while Beomgyu has more than enough to spare.
“Wait!” You call out, thankful that the area is empty as you push through and chase after him; it’s ridiculous how he already managed to gain such a distance between you two, and your body is already giving in as you huff tiredly, your pace slowing to nothing more than a tired waddle, “you don’t even know where you’re going!”
Only then does Beomgyu give in to your cries; he’s sheepish as he turns around, an innocent grin on his face as he hugs your belongings close to his chest. Even though he’s well off in the distance, you can still see his reluctance to return to you as he looks down at his shoes shyly— but you know better than to fall for that act.
“It’s this way, dumbass,” you sigh, your feet aching as you turn around without another word. You refuse to admit defeat as you begin walking, annoyed that you allowed Beomgyu to get his way again as you try to appreciate the beautiful spring day instead. You don’t need to look back to know that Beomgyu is hot on your trail, his puppy-like antics never failing him as the sound of his shoes scuffing against the pavement reaches your ears; it isn’t long before Beomgyu catches up to you, skipping. His hair is bouncy and fluffy as he wears a leisurely smile, not phased in the slightest by the dirty look you send him— his reaction time is godly as he manages to dodge your quick hand that went to snatch your bag back from him.
“Why did you come bother me,” you grumble, slowing to a stop as you wait for your chance to cross the street; the pedestrian light remains red as you lean against the traffic light pole, crossing your arms as you send Beomgyu another irritated look, “like, be honest, you could’ve just bothered Soobin or something.”
“He kicked me out,” he pouts, whining about the way Soobin called him a “horrible distraction”— you can’t blame him, but you’re also a bit angry that he managed to bring the problem to you instead— “and I didn’t wanna go alone. Plus I’m really craving a cookies-and-cream shake right now.”
“So you do remember,” is all you say, referring to Beomgyu’s shenanigans with the restaurant as you push yourself off the pole. He remains silent, a soft pout on his face as he walks ahead the moment traffic is cleared, leaving you behind as you’re left to scoff at his actions.
Beomgyu also remembered that you have a habit of studying until your body gives out, ignoring your needs with ease— which worries him to death— but you really don’t need to know that.
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You think studying really did a number on you today.
At least, that must be what’s showing on your face if it has Beomgyu toning down his annoyingness drastically, going as far as to open the door for you and not react to your snarky comment about how much of a gentleman he was. It’s a bit unnerving really, even when Beomgyu decides to pay for your food despite him always attempting to trick you into treating him every time you go out— you’re surprised that he isn’t asking you to Venmo him immediately after you sit at a table.
There’s something strange about today; you can’t really pinpoint what it is as you find yourself having a civilized conversation with Beomgyu, surprised that you’ve made it to the twenty-minute mark without arguing to the point where you’ve received concerned looks from the patrons around you.
“Do you think I’m dying or something?” You finally blurt out, watching as Beomgyu sends you a confused look, in the middle of taking a sip from his shake as he tilts his head in curiosity. “I mean like, why aren’t we fighting right now— why are you being nice.”
He seems reluctant to respond at that; his eyes have flickered back down to the melting whipped cream topped with cookie crumbles as he feels your stare burn into him, unsure of what to say as he gulps nervously, the shake slowly disappearing until he’s drunk more than half; even then, you persist, leaning on the table as you try to lower your face to meet his eyesight, lowering more and more until your cheek is hovering over the surface of the table. Beomgyu sighs, pulling away slowly as he urges you to sit up annoyingly.
“I don’t know, I guess I just felt bad,” he grumbles, the words feeling jagged and odd in his mouth as he forces himself to spit it out, “You kinda did look like you were dying back at the library, honestly.”
The sassy man that has haunted your life has finally returned; it’s oddly relieving as you find yourself falling back into your antics, scoffing at his words as you throw your straw wrapper at him.
“Okay, rude,” you say, watching the way he plays with the trash you threw at him, “I didn’t exactly ask you to come bother me, either.”
“I know,” Beomgyu says, tilting his head as he reaches over to steal your food; even as you swat at his hands and scold him, he still manages to take a hefty amount of fries from you, a burning need to beat him up lighting inside you as you swat at his hand one last time for good measure.
“But I just love messing with you.”
It’s so strange that a sentence like that would affect you— yet, the feelings that stir within you definitely aren’t normal, and the way you stutter when you spit out an insult definitely isn’t either. The emotion is strange and short-lived as you refuse to dwell on it, clearing your throat as you go to kick Beomgyu under the table; it’s easier to pretend like nothing happened when you’re too busy fighting the boy before you.
The air between you has shifted back to its usual state as Beomgyu quickly gives up on being nice, his childish antics much more welcoming as he tries to steal your drink on the way out; it takes a firm punch to his arm for him to back off, your annoyance evident on your face as you make your way back to the dorms in hopes of getting rid of this clingy mess before you.
“Hey,” your space is quickly invaded as you turn to the source of the sound, the warmth that was spreading through your chest quickly being snubbed out at the sight of the man that’s trying to approach you; Sunghoon’s mischievous grin is dreadfully familiar as he catches up to you much too quickly, unable to find an escape as you simply smile nervously.
“Hey,” you grimace, the grip on your drink tightening as you avoid looking into your ex’s eyes, “what’s up?”
“Oh nothing, I just wanted to see how you were doing,” he says, taking yet another step closer as you find yourself gulping uncomfortably, “you haven’t answered any of my messages, you know.”
It wasn’t a surprise to find that Sunghoon still hadn’t given up on you; it was a trait you admired once, but after the two of you broke up you quickly found that the endearing characteristic had quickly turned into your worst nightmare. So here you stand, laughing awkwardly as you try to cycle through the countless excuses you’ve given him every time he’d tried to come up to you.
“Dude, can you just back off? They’re not interested,” you’re not sure you’ve ever seen Beomgyu this serious as he glares at Sunghoon; your eyes are widening at the sudden hostility he’s displaying, smiling nervously as you go to intervene, knowing how quickly Sunghoon can escalate things.
“You’re kidding,” Sunghoon scoffs, unable to let you speak as he’s rolling his eyes, taking in the way Beomgyu stands behind you protectively, “how ‘bout you back the fuck out of our business?”
You’re quick to step in as Beomgyu goes to say something else, placing a firm hand on his arm as you send Sunghoon a sharp glare. The man doesn’t seem to be phased by your antics, sighing heavily instead as he takes in the way Beomgyu still follows you around pathetically.
“Sunghoon, why are you still here? It’s clear that I don’t want anything to do with you anymore,” you refuse to back off as you stare the man down, watching as he simply laughs incredulously at your words; you don’t flinch for a second the moment he begins to insult you, but you can feel the way Beomgyu grows angrier behind you.
“—embarrassing, how you still let your bitch follow you around like that—”
You don’t allow Sunghoon to get too far in his sentence before you’re dousing him with your drink, the projection so sudden that the three of you fall silent. Sunghoon is positively dripping wet with your drink and his face is turning redder by the second, but you don’t let the consequences of your actions set in before you’re tugging Beomgyu’s arm roughly, snapping him out of his trance as you go to run away.
Adrenaline is pumping furiously in your veins as you lace your fingers tightly with Beomgyu’s; you’re not sure if Sunghoon decided to chase after you— you doubt it, really— but you’d rather not find out as you choose to run away blindly instead. The air whips on your face and you’re surprised to feel a grin break out on your face, unsure of where your destination might be as you let out a bewildered laugh.
It isn’t until you’re turning the corner of a street that you find that Sunghoon is hot on your trail; you’re more than surprised to see it, your pace picking up as you tug on Beomgyu’s arm carelessly, eyes flickering from place to place in search of a hiding spot.
Your legs burn and you feel your hold on Beomgyu beginning to slip, yet you quickly find an idea forming in your head as you weave through the trees by a park entrance, pulling Beomgyu along until the soft grass under your shoes turns into hard mulch. You can hear his confused comments as you pull him up the play structure, forcing him to duck down and climb the stairs of the playground before you slump down at your destination.
You feel your back slide down against the warm plastic tube that leads to a slide.
The three circular holes act as windows as the two of you remain huddled in the empty park, giggling amongst yourselves as you look for any signs of your immature ex— you’re left shushing each other and slapping a hand over the other’s mouth as he appears in the distance, clearly soaked and still pissed off as he scans the area for the sight of you; a few moments pass before he’s giving up, probably mumbling angrily to himself as he turns around to leave.
You can feel Beomgyu smile against the palm of your hand— slowly, you turn to him, his eyes filled with such childish joy that you can’t help the way the two of you burst into another fit of giggles; the tube is much too small and you’re knocking into each other as you laugh, incoherent jokes being exchanged between the two of you as you slowly feel the adrenaline in your system ebb away.
“What an asshole,” Beomgyu sighs, placing his hands over his stomach as he turns to you; he’s laying back against the plastic tube, his hair filled with static as it begins to sit up and wriggle around wildly, watching as you laugh and poke fun at him for his wild hair, his head only rubbing against it more as he meets your gaze with a smile that slowly sobers, “you okay?”
You know he’s referring to the onslaught of insults that Sunghoon brought upon you; you’re surprised to find that you had already forgotten all about it, your mind racing as your mouth seems to let loose, spilling your thoughts as you keep your gaze forward.
“What? Oh, I’m fine,” you say, biting your lip before you continue without control, “I just couldn’t stand there and watch him try to insult you too.”
It’s silent at that. All you can hear is the rustling leaves of the trees and an occasional chirp in the distance. Your words seem to set in, and it’s suddenly far too warm in this small tube. You feel scrunched up and achy as you attempt to stretch out your legs, only able to get so far before your feet are pushing against the wall.
It’s a mistake to look back at Beomgyu. He’s sporting that stupid smile that makes you feel sappy, your guard lowering as you find yourself unable to insult your stupid friend. He shifts around, attempting to get more comfortable before your eyes widen— slowly, he reaches out to you.
The action is so tender and his eyes are so fond, his head tilting curiously as he’s leaning his body closer to you. You’re surprised to find yourself doing the same, gulping softly as you watch him hesitantly reach for your face. Tenderly, his face lands on your cheek— you jump up at the shock that sends through your skin.
“Ow!”
His stupid laugh and lack of apology are enough to tell you it had been his plan all along.
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Your room is a mess.
You’re pacing around, restless and anxious as you run your palms down your clothes; it’s a horrible feeling, your throat gone dry as you glance at the mirror one last time. You’re not one to dress up much, but you know it’s only fair to go all out after the invitation for your friend’s wedding came in the mail like a slap in the face. Personally, marriage at twenty-five is a terrifying concept to you, but hey, to each their own.
Parties have never really been your thing; it was only after an insane amount of mental prepping that you finally decided to send back that small rsvp card, your fingers shaking as you nervously wrote down two for the number of guests.
It was an impulsive decision to ask your friend to come with you as your date-- but you had no one else to ask, and secretly, you wished for this to be the moment the two of you finally got closer. Yeonjun had agreed after some slight convincing, and you couldn’t deny the way your heart soared at the thought of the two of you spending the night together. Yet now here you stand, unsure and riddled with anxiety as you pass by your mirror for the umpteenth time.
Was this too much? Too little? Was the color okay? You hope you’re not overdressed— oh who are you kidding, it’s a wedding— but you also hoped you weren’t underdressed, either.
Your spiraling thoughts had quickly been interrupted by the buzzing of your phone, the notification bringing you out of your reverie as you found yourself drawn to your bed, a heavy sigh escaping you the moment you sat on the mattress; the text messages that stared back at you were oddly reassuring as you skimmed through them.
Yeonjun
hey, you look stunning
I’ll meet you there :)
A smile tugged at your lips; you had been so worried about your appearance that the memory of the picture you sent him earlier had completely been wiped from your mind, his compliment bringing butterflies to your stomach as you hesitantly typed something in return. With your confidence restored, you finally found it in yourself to finish getting ready, trying your best to not overthink things as you smoothed down your clothes in the mirror one last time.
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Your friend looks gorgeous; it’s a thought that doesn’t leave your head for the rest of the night, a smile stuck on your face as you never miss a chance to compliment her. Yeonjun does the same with you, his kind eyes and soft smile sending a whirlwind of emotions through you as you shyly reply each time.
It’s a bit quiet as you sit at your assigned table. It seems as though you’ve run out of things to talk about, and you find yourself fidgeting nervously with you jacket that remains in your lap as Yeonjun looks around the venue; he’s looking for someone, you’re guessing, and judging the way his eyes widen and a smile breaks through his face, you definitely think he’s found them.
“Hey, is it alright if I go say hi to a friend real quick?” Yeonjun asks, his eyes sparkling as he places a gentle hand on your shoulder. And oh, who were you to deny him when he looked this cute? The way he has you stuttering out a response is embarrassing, but you refuse to let it show as he sends you a happy smile in return.
A slight twinge of regret hits you the moment he gets up to leave— you’re left alone now.
You’re sure you look like a lost child as your gaze follows Yeonjun, unsure of what else to do before he’s getting lost in the crowd. You have no idea who these other people are, and you don’t doubt for a second that the fear must be creeping up on your face by now; the only thing you’re counting on now is the hope that Yeonjun will come back soon.
A few minutes pass; you’re scrolling through your phone awkwardly, pretending as though you’re not counting down the seconds as you glance around the room every once in a while. It’s been ten minutes— you’re sure you look pitiful now, sitting alone at this table hidden in a corner.
After more time passes, you know that Yeonjun probably forgot all about you now. It’s a sad and pathetic thing to feel as you anxiously trudge up to the table filled with desserts and finger foods, biting at your lips as you try not to pity yourself and drown in embarrassment. But before you know it, you’re back to your overthinking self, left on edge as you scurry back to your table the moment you fill your small dessert plate; there were too many people crowding the table, too many strangers that kept glancing at you curiously, probably finding it strange that none of the people at the party seemed to recognize you. (They don’t care, the rational part of your brain screamed at you.)
Slowly, another more time seems to pass by. The bride is too preoccupied and swarmed for you to talk to her, and you’ve “gone to the bathroom” way too many times for it to be considered normal now. You want to go home. It’s such a shame that you couldn’t find the courage to assimilate or even branch out, but the dance floor is too intimidating for you to approach, and you can’t seem to recognize a single song they’re playing.
You’re stuck to be nothing more than an observer, not staring at your phone for once as you scan the room for your date once more; you perk up the moment you find him, hoping that he’ll see you and come back the moment you gain his attention.
All hopes are thrown out the window immediately. You find yourself deflating in defeat the moment you pick up on his body language, watching the way he’s enthralled with the person next to him, so affectionate and bubbly as he stares at them with stars in his eyes.
Oh. You think, feeling pathetic for the way you had gotten your hopes up for even a second. Though, after a moment, you find that the romantic sight isn’t what stung as much— the fact that he left you alone without much more of a thought did.
The room feels stuffy— you told him it was okay to go off on his own, so why should you be mad?— you feel as though everyone is staring at you now, judging you— but you thought he’d return, he insinuated he’d return— the music is so loud, your head is starting to hurt— how would he know you didn’t know anyone else at the party?
The sound of your chair scraping against the floor tiles is unpleasant as you beeline to the entrance, hoping that your brisk steps and troubled expression aren’t too concerning to the people around you. You can feel all the tension within you release the moment you step out, the wind cool on your skin as you let out a heavy sigh of relief.
You feel stupid the moment you begin to reflect on everything, sitting down at a nearby bench as you lean back against it. You feel stupid for everything; for getting yourself in such a situation, for having such difficulties socializing, for coming to this party in the first place— for inviting Yeonjun.
You feel stupid for crying. You feel so, oh so stupid as you let all the built-up stress and emotions leak out of you, unable to stop or control it as you stare up at the sky, at the moon and the stars that seem to be your only company for the night.
“I knew it had to be you,” a voice calls out, and you’re scrambling to wipe at your face, hunched over as you sniffle quietly, much too afraid to turn around to its source as you immediately recognize the mischievous tone.
You don’t say anything, much too afraid that your voice will betray you as you hear footsteps approach you; your heart is pounding, dread that he’ll see you in such a state pooling in your stomach as you stare down at your lap in silence.
“I saw you sitting alone in the corner, but I couldn’t figure out if it was really you,” Beomgyu lets out a soft huff as he takes a seat beside you, close enough so your limbs are touching, his body warm as he silently takes you in.
“Hey, what happened?” It’s embarrassing to hear his voice become so tender, so filled with concern as he immediately reaches out for your hand. You can practically feel his eyes burning into you, begging silently for you to look at him as you shake your head softly.
“Nothing, ‘m just acting stupid,” is all you say, a soft laugh being forced out of you in hopes that he’ll let it all slide. Instead, he shakes his head, bending down to try and meet your gaze that’s cast down at the ground— you turn away immediately, but he’s persistent in his actions as he chases your gaze, poking into your vision until he’s all up in your face; avoiding him is impossible as you laugh at his stupidity, pushing him away as he smiles fondly at you, grabbing ahold of your hands that push at his cheeks in hopes of getting him away.
“You’re not stupid,” he says, his voice soft as he takes in the way your eyes still shine with tears, “well, you are most of the time, but your feelings aren’t stupid.”
A grin is breaking out on his face as he watches you become pouty and angry with him, playfully punching his arm as you insult him in return. It’s quiet for a second, and before you know it, you’re staring at the sky again, shoulder to shoulder with Beomgyu as you try to not think about how close the two of you are, or how you’re slowly leaning your head on his sturdy shoulder, the action welcomed as Beomgyu leans his head on yours in return.
It’s magic; once you start telling him about everything, you can’t stop, surprised that you don’t feel shame or embarrassment for your feelings, the confessions a secret message between him and the moon that shines a light on the two of you. You tell him of all your stress, your troubles, and worries, and how small you felt being left alone inside, feeling helpless as you realized that Yeonjun didn’t find you important enough to return to you.
“I wouldn’t have left your side in the first place.”
The words are innocent as he says them, but it’s enough to make you feel as though the air got knocked out of you, unsure of what to say as you begin to feel your heart pounding against your chest.
“Wha— why are you here anyway?” You say, hoping he didn’t pick up on your stutter as you ask him something that’s been on your mind for a while—you don’t remember him mentioning anything about a wedding at all, and you know for a fact your friend and Beomgyu aren’t even acquainted.
“Hmm? I’m here with Soobin,” Beomgyu says, and you’re furrowing your brows at his words; how in the world did you not see them? “The groom’s his cousin.”
“Oh,” you say, pulling away as you hear someone walking nearby, your body getting tired from being in the same position for so long. Forcing yourself to stand, you watch Beomgyu quickly follow suit, patting yourself down as you look at your clothes pathetically; you let out a soft sigh, ashamed that you let such a pretty outfit go to waste on a night like this.
“God, I feel so stupid for wasting my time on all this,” you say, feeling small under Beomgyu’s gaze as you begin to wonder if you look bad.
Instead, Beomgyu says nothing; he takes a step closer to you, taking your appearance in as you avoid his eyes like the plague. You can feel yourself becoming flustered from his lack of response, your heartbeat quickening as he takes another step closer to you— he’s so close, you can feel his scent drowning your senses.
Softly, he cups your face; your eyes are widening as he tilts your head up, his lidded eyes meeting yours for a moment before he’s leaning in; gently, his lips touch your skin, plush and soft as he places a kiss on your forehead.
“You look beautiful— I’m glad you came.”
Your mind seems to blank at that, unable to say anything more before he’s urging you to go back inside, scolding you that it’s too cold to be out without a jacket— his blazer is coming off the moment he points that out, his jacket heavy on your shoulders as you attempt to process everything.
It doesn’t help that he tenderly takes hold of your hand after, beginning to ramble about how emotional Soobin is as you pretend that you’re following along to everything he says; mentally, you’re still trying to figure out how to react to everything that happened in such a short period of time.
You leave the party with Beomgyu and Soobin (who both made the experience much more enjoyable)— Yeonjun doesn’t contact you even after you’re long gone.
*ੈ✩‧₊˚
“He kissed you?”
“Don’t say it like that!” You fuss, throwing a pillow at Soobin as you cross your arms in annoyance, “He kissed me on the forehead, there’s a difference.”
“Right, of course,” he mumbles, his words trailing off as his focus is drawn back to his game of Mario Kart; it had been an impulsive decision to visit Soobin the weekend after the wedding, knowing enough about the two roommates that you’d be certain Beomgyu wouldn’t be around— so now you sit on Soobin’s bed, biting your lip as you spill your thoughts in hopes of getting a second opinion.
“So…?”
“Jesus, Soob,” you groan, throwing yourself back on the bed in frustration, “You know damn well he’s not like that with me!”
“Not like what?” Soobin’s obliviousness is almost award-winning, and it has you gawking at him hard enough that he can pick up on it from his peripheral vision, “Was it weird? Are you weirded out by him now?”
“Well— no, of course not…” you mumble, trailing off as you’re forced to reflect on what his actions meant to you— what did you feel for him? You’re certainly not disgusted or weirded out by the actions, but you can’t help but feel strange as the memories of that night seem to pester you endlessly.
“I just… feel confused, maybe,” you admit, brows furrowing as you watch Soobin curse lowly under his breath— your eyes flicker back to the screen of his small tv, watching with slight amusement as he gets hit with a blue shell, the man before you jostling in his place beside you on the bed as he takes a second to process your words. Glancing back at you, his eyes widen, quickly focusing back on the screen as he takes a second to think.
“Confused? Why would you feel confused?” He asks, tilting his head before he’s muttering under his breath again— he groans, throwing his head back as he lands in second place, cursing out the person that took his spot bitterly before he’s throwing the control to the side and turning to you, “you’re friends, no?”
“I— yeah,” you say, unsure of why you feel restless as you sit up on his bed— you feel as though what he’s telling you isn’t really what you want to hear, but what you actually want to hear is unknown, even to you, “I just… you don’t think anything of his actions?”
Soobin pauses at your words; it’s clear he’s thinking back to the events you told him about, his eyes drifting to the ceiling before he begins to hum softly, fingers drumming rhythmically on his bedsheets before he’s tilting his head thoughtfully.
“Well, I guess it was a bit random, coming from him,” he begins, watching as you perk up at his sentence, “but he was just trying to comfort you, don’t you think?”
That definitely doesn’t seem to be what you wanted to hear. It frustrates you as you press your lips together, unsure of why you feel oddly underwhelmed at the thought that there was no deeper meaning to his actions— that it had all been done because Beomgyu simply felt obligated to.
“Yeah, I guess so…” you mumble quietly, unsure of why you feel much more tired than you did a few seconds before, telling Soobin to go back to his game as you let yourself get comfortable on his bed— he’s quick to question your sudden behavior change, but it’s far too late for you to talk to him as you wrap yourself in his blankets, kicking his side playfully the moment he asks you to not fall asleep on him; you’re able to see the way he laughs with a slight roll of his eyes, but your eyes feel much too heavy for you to take offense to it.
Your dreams are filled with what-ifs and romantic scenarios with a perfect, faceless stranger, their aura so comforting and warm that you can’t help but feel like you’re at home.
*ੈ✩‧₊˚
There’s something weird about Beomgyu.
Granted, Beomgyu’s weird in general— you’d like to chalk it up to you just being your normal, overthinking self again, but you’d almost say that your relationship’s dynamic has changed; it’s subtle, but it’s there— even if you’re withholding from saying anything from the fear of being proven wrong— his gestures, the way he looks at you, it’s all… shifted.
He doesn’t try to fight you as much as he used to; if he does, he’s quick to drop it, not as petulant and persistent as you’re used to— it always leaves you confused and oddly irritated, smacking Beomgyu’s head away like a child the moment you notice him staring at you a little too long— it never fails to leave you disoriented, his eyes hiding something that you’re not sure you’d like to uncover as you choose to retaliate with violence.
“Stop looking at me like that,” you sneer, throwing your pillow at Beomgyu as the others remain unphased at your antics; it was just supposed to be a normal hangout like any other, yet Beomgyu just insisted on catching your attention with his stupid eyes— his eyes that resembled a puppy’s as you caught him staring at you multiple times in the last thirty minutes, catching you off guard every time as you were left flustered by how soft and fond he looked— after the tenth time of catching him, you found yourself to be tired of watching as he simply smiled and looked away like all the other times.
“I’m not even looking at you,” Beomgyu responds immediately, his face stoic as he looks down at his phone. (That he had just pulled out in a weak attempt to deceive you.)
“Stop lying, you little freak!” You continue, a frown on your face as you throw whatever else is next to you on the bed; you can hear Hueningkai whining about you abusing his plushies, but you don’t pay any mind to his comments as Beomgyu catches it effortlessly, hugging the Molang plushie tightly against his chest as he tilts his head at your comment, batting his lashes in faux innocence. Defeatedly, you groan, lying back on the bed as you throw an arm over your face.
“God, you’re so annoying,” you whine, able to kick Beomgyu’s leg with your limited reach; you can hear the bed shifting past the noise of Soobin and Hueningkai raging on Mario Kart, but you try to not react to it as you press your lips together and shut your eyes tightly— after a moment, you feel Beomgyu’s hand poking your side.
“You don’t mean that,” he says, and you can practically hear his pout as he continues poking you, trying to get a reaction out of you as he speaks, “I know you don’t mean that, right? Come on, tell me you don’t.”
You remain silent for as long as you can— but that proves itself to be incredibly difficult, because when Beomgyu wants a reaction from someone, he won’t stop until he gets one— and after what feels like forever, you finally decide to look at him, simply because you feel as though a bruise will form at your side if this child next to you keeps poking it so aggressively.
“Yes, I do mean it,” you say, squinting your eyes as you find Beomgyu’s face hovering over yours.
Beomgyu has always been like this— always touchy with others, never one to miss up on the chance to cling to the people he cares for— yet, you find your heart beating a little harder now, eyes shaking as you find yourself so close to him that you’re practically sharing the air you breathe; so close you could count every lash on his round eyes that stare down at you, close enough that if you crane your head up even a little, you could kiss him.
Oh god, that’s weird, you realize, eyes widening as you turn your head to the side, looking away from him and slapping your hand flat on his forehead in an attempt to push him away; you succeed without much of an effort, only able to look at him once he’s sat up completely.
“Get away from me,” you scold him, yet even though it’s lighthearted as always, you can’t help the way your voice wavers weakly, quieting down as you watch him continue to pout at you, “seriously, you have no concept of personal space.”
Usually, you’d expect Beomgyu to up his antics by a hundred; torment you like a toddler, forcing your friends to intervene once they’ve decided they’ve had enough of your disruptive behavior— anything would be better than watching Beomgyu narrow his eyes at you, oddly quiet before he lets out a soft “hmph.” Crossing his arms, he scooches away from you until he’s entirely pressed into the corner, far enough so that you can’t touch him no matter how much you stretch.
And just like you requested, he refuses to look at you the rest of the time— his action baffles you so much that you end up scooting over to torment him, whining petulantly for him to look at you again before you give up, kneeling next to him as you watch the way he stares at the wall in front of him, not even hiding his annoyance as he says thought you didn’t want me to look at you.
That’s enough to stop you completely— why were you doing this? Why had his actions bothered you so much? You remain silent after his comment, unsure of what else to say before you’re settling down next to him, stretching out your legs and crossing your arms as you mirror his posture; you look like scolded children, you hear Taehyun comment at some point, but you pay no mind to it as you remain by Beomgyu’s side diligently— it’s enough to have your mind racing with odd thoughts after approximately five minutes.
Beomgyu always smells so nice, you find yourself thinking, the familiar smell enveloping your senses and making your arms hug yourself a little tighter— he smells of fresh laundry and a warm spring breeze. Your eyes grow heavier as you watch your friends play Minecraft on the television— it feels so warm and comforting as you take in the way the sun has already set— you’ll probably have to go back to your dorm soon, but you can’t really find the energy to wake yourself back up as the calming music of the game quickly affects your mind.
Your upper body is sliding against the wall behind you; you don’t mean for it to happen, but it’s such a slow progression that you don’t realize the moment you’re now shoulder to shoulder with Beomgyu— his sweater is warm against your skin, and suddenly you regret wearing a t-shirt and not something warmer— your breaths are evening out, and as much as you want to see Soobin’s finished house that he keeps boasting about, you can’t help the way your vision blurs as you watch the screen in front of you, your head lolling forward a few times before your mind decides to fall asleep.
Beomgyu can see from the corner of his eye the moment you fall asleep, your head dropping down in an uncomfortable position as he finally turns to look at you.
You have no concept of personal space, your voice rings in his head, and he can’t help but find himself laughing as he watches the way you remained glued to his side the moment he began ignoring you, your shoulders pressed together as you slowly begin to lean more of your body weight onto him. Slowly, he moves, careful to not wake you as he reaches out for your head; his hands are gentle and tender as he moves your head to rest on his shoulder, reaching over to a nearby blanket before he’s throwing it over your shoulders— you’re warm beside him as Beomgyu tries his hardest to suppress his smile, biting his cheek so hard he thinks he might just draw blood.
You remain unaware of it all, shifting in your sleep so you’re practically cuddling into his side, searching desperately for more of the scent that brings you dreams of flower fields and love.
*ੈ✩‧₊˚
Your theory has been proven right— something has changed about your relationship with Beomgyu, but it’s definitely not him.
It’s you.
No, Beomgyu has changed a bit as well— he’s sweeter and a lot more gentle around you, sure, but it hasn’t been enough for it to be glaringly obvious— no, the problem lies with you, and the way you’ve begun to act and think around Beomgyu.
Friends don’t act the way you do; they don’t spit out insults left and right and act coldly while their mind races with dangerous thoughts, heart racing a little faster when their mind begins to whisper sweet what ifs; no, friends don’t do what you do, finding yourself staring at Beomgyu much longer than you’d like to admit before you’re paring it off with a swift, snarky comment, enough to start a petty argument that’ll have you wondering if Beomgyu was always so pouty when he talked, his lips pink and soft as you found your eyes drifting down to them more times than you’d like to admit.
Friends don’t pair off such thoughts with violence— it’s enough to have your friends asking if Beomgyu has managed to piss you off somehow, and even though you try to play it off each time, you can’t help but wonder if you really are angry at him.
The answer is somewhat of a yes— but you’re angrier at the way you can’t seem to act the same around him anymore, angry at the way you’ve begun to see him in a new light involuntarily— every intrusive thought is attempted to be pushed down as you try to force your old, feisty behavior back on him.
Eventually, Beomgyu picks up on your behavior as well, and he reluctantly distances himself from you on the assumption that he has angered you somehow— the sudden loss is enough to make you angry with yourself, feeling awkward around him every time your friends hang out together.
Tonight was no exception.
You’re trailing behind the group the moment you feel your mind beginning to wander, the bright lights from the stalls around you and the various items being sold falling numb on your brain as you get lost in thought, the music playing all around becoming muddled to your ears— the festival being held tonight was supposed to be a way for all of you to take a break from your studies and have fun, yet you seem to be failing at the latter as you find your eyes drifting— like a vicious habit, they fall on Beomgyu.
Oh, this is so weird, you think to yourself, still not used to the thoughts that begin to formulate in your head; no matter how much you try to push them away, you can’t help but notice how good he looks tonight; his hair styled nicely, bangs falling into his eyes with every breeze as his hands quickly come up to push the hair out his eyes; the soft lights from above and the lanterns that are lit as decoration turn the scenery around you into one big haze, absentminded as you watch your friends become distracted with the many food and souvenir shops, your mind much more occupied with other things as you find yourself daydreaming.
Like a coward, you turn away the moment Beomgyu catches you staring; your cheeks feel hot and you try to pretend as though you don’t feel Beomgyu staring at you for a moment, much more focused on the cute keychains the stall in front of you is selling as you show Hueningkai happily— it’s enough to distract you from your traitorous thoughts as you wonder if you should buy one, glancing at the price tag before you sober up and decide that it’s better to walk away; you’re giggling with Hueningkai as he pokes fun at you for being so cheap, falling into the playful banter before you feel the urge to look away from him— your eyes meet with Beomgyu’s on instinct.
The way your expression turns awkward and your words die on your tongue doesn’t go unnoticed by Beomgyu— you’re mentally kicking yourself as you watch him turn his back on you, and you’re beginning to wonder if you’ve taken the role of defense so hard that you’ve driven Beomgyu away from you— guilt seeps into your chest as you stare at his back, trailing behind him like a sad puppy as you begin to reflect on your recent actions.
The more you dwell on it, the more guilt you feel, trudging along with everyone else as the distance between you and Beomgyu grows; it’s enough to have you realize how your actions must have come across to the boy in front of you, your heart sinking as you watch the way his eyes immediately jump away the moment they meet yours— avoidant, scared to see your reaction as he quickly distracts himself with something else.
You’ve been acting so childish, you realize, wondering how you can get Beomgyu to at least talk to you again as you try to fall into step beside him— all attempts to strike up a conversation fall short as he responds curtly to you each time, clearly hurt by your previous actions as you find yourself giving up after a while.
Oh, why does it hurt so much to have Beomgyu ignoring you? You’ve done this to yourself, yet you can’t stand the thought of not being by Beomgyu’s side tonight. Your heart feels heavy and the lively atmosphere around you has become a lot more dull than you’d like as you quickly find your thoughts spiraling out of control, wondering what you can do to fix things.
“I heard there’s a firework show happening in an hour,” Soobin says, appearing at your side as the others become distracted with another booth nearby. You’ve decided to fall behind as you notice a booth that’s selling jewelry, two hairpins catching your eye as you stare at the pretty pieces decorated with intricate flowers. You’re snapped out of your daze as you look up, your fingers still running over the flower designs in your hands as you feel the metal slowly warm up from the heat of your skin.
“Apparently the view up there is supposed to be the best,” he continues, nodding at the end of the hill that’s already filled with people, a big tree that grows in the center of it all illuminating them from the warm lanterns that hang from its thick branches, “we should go, don’t you think?”
“Hmm… yeah,” your distant and soft voice doesn’t go unnoticed by Soobin as he raises a brow at you, eyes slowly taking you in before he’s following your line of sight— without meaning to, you’ve found yourself staring at Beomgyu again, watching as he’s gone quiet as well, mirroring your mood and no doubt lost in his thoughts as the idea of you being the cause of this brings a frown to your face.
“We’ll head up in thirty minutes…” Soobin continues, watching as you snap out of your daze and turn away from him; staring down at the pins in your hand, wondering how much they might cost as you begin to rummage for your wallet quietly, “We’ll try to get a good view, okay?”
“Okay, sounds cool,” you say, not entirely processing his words as he ushers you to follow behind him once you’ve bought the hairpins— you can see the way he glances back at you every once in a while, but you try to ignore the concern in his eyes as you force yourself to smile, brightening up your mood in hopes that you can finally get him to stop worrying.
It doesn’t take long before you’re hiking up the large hill; there’s a man-made trail you follow along, and you can already spot the crowds of people from afar, the number of friend groups and couples huddled together making your stomach twist involuntarily.
Inevitably, you find yourself growing tired; the hill wasn’t steep, but you weren’t exactly the most energetic tonight as you quickly found your steps trudging along, watching your friends continue to walk ahead as you reassured them that you were fine— just a little tired, don’t worry.
You’re stopped in your tracks completely as you stumble over a hole in the ground— you’re tripping, letting out a soft gasp before you’re tumbling to the ground; you’re left to fuss over the dirt on your clothes before you realize how much you’ve fallen behind, sighing in dismay as you slowly straighten yourself out— your hands brush over your pockets, and you freeze entirely when you reach inside, only able to find one hairpin as you feel your heart sink at the realization.
It’s completely dark now— there’s not even a ray of light that could assist you in your search, the lanterns from afar not doing much to illuminate the ground below you; you’re falling to your knees immediately as you begin to pat the ground around you in a panic, only able to feel grass and dirt as your hands become dirty, wincing slightly as you feel a particularly sharp rock scratch against your hand; your teeth sinking into your wobbling lip as you feel your emotions threaten to tumble down.
Patting your pockets in search for your phone, you realize with dread that you seem to have dropped that as well; you pause your search in defeat, staring at the dark ground around you as you begin to wonder what you should do— you feel so childish at the feeling of a lump forming in your throat, your heart racing against your chest as you begin to dread the feeling of your eyes stinging— in one last attempt to keep your composure, you sniffle, wiping at your eyes before you go back to your search, desperate to find the items as you pat the ground around you harshly.
“You’ll stab yourself with a rock if you keep doing that,” a voice above you says, and you’re scrambling to make yourself look put together and nonchalant as you raise your head to the sound; squinting, you wince at the bright light that shines at you, shielding your eyes from it as you find the face of the figure that speaks to you— Beomgyu’s expression is unreadable as he stares down at you, tilting his head as he waits for you to say something— after a while, he simply sighs, pointing his phone’s flashlight at the ground and coming to your side with slow steps.
“What happened,” he asks, although his voice is so distant and tense that it barely comes out as a question, “What’re you looking for?”
“My phone,” you mutter sheepishly, avoiding his gaze completely as you let him shine the ground around you with his light. It’s silent between you two, and you can’t help but be frustrated at how tense you’ve managed to make the atmosphere around you again— after what seems like forever, you’re finally able to spot your phone, scattered on the hill below as you carefully make your way to it.
Beomgyu finds it a bit odd that you’re reluctant to make your way back to him, shining your phone’s flashlight and pointing it to the ground around as you seemingly search for something else, despite your words that you’d only lost his phone. He’s taking a step toward you, about to call your name before he sees it— something shines in his peripheral vision, reacting to his phone’s light as he finds himself walking to it without much thought.
“The fireworks are starting soon,” Beomgyu says softly, his voice much closer than you expected as you find yourself turning to face him; his phone is put away, and the only things able to illuminate him are the remnants of the light from the lanterns that manage to reach the two of you and the fireflies that softly twinkle around him.
You slowly tuck your phone away in defeat; it’s much too embarrassing to admit what else you were looking for, gulping nervously as you glance back up the hill— you can see your friends in the very distance, their backs facing you as they remain huddled together— and back at him, unable to stop the way your lips part in shock, eyes widening as you find Beomgyu slowly handing something to you.
The pin is free of dirt as he holds it delicately in his hand, as though he were afraid to break it; you can’t help but notice the way his palm shakes as he waits for you to take it, letting out a slow exhale before he smiles bitterly.
“It’s pretty,” he says, lips pressed together as you take it from him. The small thank you that leaves your lips is awkward and forced, and Beomgyu thinks he might just burst as you immediately look away from him— he feels tormented as he waits for you to say something, anything, only to watch as you continue to ignore the elephant in the room.
Ten minutes. That’s all he has before your attention is taken by the pretty show that is about to begin, and Beomgyu will be damned if he doesn’t take this chance to confront you— to get things back to how they were before.
“Do you hate me?” His statement is strong enough to have you looking at him once more, eyes wide and scandalized as you uselessly attempt to stutter out a reply. Beomgyu licks his lips nervously as he backtracks, clearing his throat as he realizes that he may have started off a little too strong.
“Are you mad at me? Did I do something wrong?” He attempts again, his mind racing and taking control of his mouth as he doesn’t allow you to respond, “You’ve been acting so cold to me recently, don’t think I haven’t noticed. Things have been weird since the… since the wedding thing.”
It seems as though that’s enough to have Beomgyu putting everything together, his brows knitting together in a frown as he realizes how he’s become more vulnerable around you— and how much you’ve pushed him away in retaliation.
“I’m sorry if it was weird. I didn’t mean to change things between us, I’d understand if it made you uncomfortable, but you’ve been acting so mean to me recently, and I can’t help but feel as though I’ve really crossed the line—“
It’s surprising to Beomgyu when he feels his words begin to stick in his mouth, stumbling over them and stuttering, repeating his points over and over as he realizes it’s all happening again. You’ve managed to catch him at a vulnerable time yet again, and he can feel his cheeks grow warm in frustration as he watches as you stand before him, unsure of what to say as he continues to pour his heart out to you.
“Beomgyu,” you say quietly, interrupting him with ease as he finds himself out of breath, sighing shakily as he watches the way you clutch the hairpin close to you, pausing for a second as you begin to think of what to say.
“I don’t… hate you,” you begin, your every word uncertain as though you were trying to figure the answer out yourself, “I’m not mad at you, either. And— and you didn’t cross any lines, nor do I find you weird— well, maybe a little, but…”
“But?” Beomgyu continues, finding himself unable to hold himself back as he urges you to continue, “You’ve been so— so avoidant, and it’s weird because you’ve made me feel as though I did something wrong—!”
“You didn’t do anything wrong Beomgyu!” You say, sighing in frustration as you take in the man before you— Beomgyu seems to be doing no better than you, but in this moment, you feel as though everything is finally coming together, the man in front of you reminding you of everything you’ve been dreaming of— of comfort, of home, of love.
Choi Beomgyu is the type of guy who is brutally honest. He’s the type of person who will ridicule you and poke fun at you in order to get a reaction, to act like a child and throw tantrums in order to get his way and bat his eyes innocently when accused. He’s the type of person that will have you wondering if he’s really in his twenties, and isn’t actually three children hiding under a trenchcoat.
Choi Beomgyu is the type of guy who will show up unannounced, who will find you no matter how far and force you to eat because he figured out that you’ve been cooped inside all day. He’s the type of guy that loses fights on purpose, who will cling to you like a baby under the pretense that he’s only doing it to be annoying. He’s the type of person that will sneak compliments at the most inconvenient times, who will put a blanket over your shoulders and move your head when you’re asleep because he knows how much your neck will ache if you leave it in a certain position.
Choi Beomgyu has loved you quietly— in his everyday actions, treating it like second nature as he cares for you in secret— through his words, through his thoughts, and through his eyes that manage to spill enough emotions that leave you speechless.
Choi Beomgyu is the type of person who will always be vulnerable to you, no matter how dangerous; even if it means you pushing him away again, he grits his teeth and stands before you, baring his heart and asking you to take care of it the way he’s taken care of yours.
“You wouldn’t even look at me,” He says, taking a step closer to you as his voice drops significantly; he’s hesitant, afraid to hear your response as he attempts to keep his gaze cold.
“Why are you being like this?” His voice is hurt and angry, and you can’t help the way everything seems to bubble up and spill out of you uncontrollably the moment he grows defensive again.
“It’s because I like you, dumbass!” The words are a confession to both him and yourself as you finally let it out— the words feel new and strange in your mouth, your tongue testing everything out as you take in the way the sentence leaves a taste behind it— it tastes sweet.
“I like you and it’s weird because it’s all so new, I didn’t think I’d ever feel like this about you and I’m scared because…” you huff, brows furrowing as you take a second to think; Why were you scared?
“Because… I don’t know,” you admit, shoulder sagging as you take in the way Beomgyu can simply stare at you, waiting for you to finish, “I don’t know. I like you and I’m afraid, this is all so new and I thought that if I tried to push these feelings away, it’d all go back to normal, because I was afraid that you’d… that you wouldn’t feel the same.”
Afraid you’d be wrong. Afraid you’d get hurt again, that you managed to interpret all his actions wrong and would simply be getting your hopes up— afraid that you’d hurt him, even though you already have.
“Afraid I wouldn’t feel the same?” He echoes, his voice laced with disbelief as he practically breathes the words out— he feels out of breath, his heart pounding against his chest as his mind begins to process everything you told him— I like you, dumbass, your voice remains on his mind like a broken record, and he can’t help the way he laughs softly, in disbelief as he realizes how stupid this whole argument has been.
“I’ve— I’m the one who should be saying that,” he says, running a hand through his hair before he’s laughing again— then again, and again until it’s all an uncontrollable mess, his eyes creasing and his nose scrunching as he takes in your befuddled expression; you stand frozen before him, incredulous as you wonder how you should respond to a reaction like this.
“I knew you were a bit stupid, but this is just too much,” he teases you, throwing you off guard so much that you slap his arm like instinct; it’s enough to have you snapping out of your heartfelt moment as you pout at him, scolding him for being so mean and ruining what was supposed to be something serious.
Beomgyu is the type to be eerily attuned to a person’s emotions; which is exactly why he chooses to be childish now, when he saw the way your eyes shone with tears and you became shaky as you waited for him to respond, able to get your mind off your irrational fears as you immediately went back to your pouty, whiny self.
You’re so fucking mean, you cry out, smacking him again before he takes your hand; pulling you closer, he smiles, his eyes filled with mischief as he takes in the way you quickly fluster from his proximity.
Beomgyu smells of spring and comfort, his hands warm against your skin as he cups your face gently; you can’t control the way you gulp at his actions, his eyes lighting up as he waits for you to do something— to pull away, to shut him out, anything that could stop the dangerous path his mind is taking— but you don’t, your hand that remained a fist against his chest slowly pressing against it, shaking and firm as you attempt to steady yourself; in turn, you feel his heart, fast and thundering against your palm as you find yourself getting closer to him; close enough to watch the way his hair falls into his eyes, close enough to count every individual lash on his lids that flutter shut, and close enough to feel his lips against yours.
He tastes of honey and the cherry lip balm he always uses, his kiss sweet and unsure as you feel his pillowy lips move against yours; you think you might just melt into him as he pulls you closer, his other hand grasping firmly at your waist before he’s tugging you in closer— chest against chest, trying to feel you wholly as though you’d disappear into thin air the next second— and he tilts his head curiously, deepening the kiss and refusing to pull away even if his lungs begin to burn.
Beomgyu thinks he could stay this way forever; he holds you delicately, as though he were afraid to lose you at any moment, the feeling of your warm palm pressing against his heart the only reminder that he’s alive— yes, he’s alive. This is real, and he finally has you here with him, able to love you as loudly as he wants, if you’ll let him.
And of course you’ll let him— you feel curious as you allow your hands to explore, to run across his shoulders and lace themselves in his hair, able to feel the soft locks that have been blowing about freely all night long— you feel curious to explore these new feelings, letting them in and allowing them to blossom as you finally pull away.
Beomgyu laughs the moment you pull away— because you only do so from the loud sounds of fireworks in the distance, jolting in his hold as you turn around to find the source of the sound; your face is lighting up at the pretty lights, a smile growing on your face as you take it all in.
“So pretty,” you sigh out, looking back at Beomgyu, only to find him already staring at you; you smile shyly as you feel him take in the pin from your hands, reaching up hesitantly before you’re guiding him in his actions; you carefully clip in the hairpin as you smile, watching the way he takes you in carefully— his eyes are fond and sweet as he nods, caressing your cheek before he grins.
“Very pretty.”
You scoff at his response, rolling your eyes before you’re poking fun at how predictable he is— but Beomgyu doesn’t care, and he would do it again, anything to watch as you laugh with joy, growing shy under his gaze as he realizes he’s staring again— but this time, he doesn’t feel forced to look away.
Neither do you. You allow yourself to meet his gaze, uncertain and giddy as you allow yourself to feel everything you’ve tried to hide, to think about everything you’ve tried to ignore. Reaching in your pocket, you pull out the second hairpin you picked, carefully reaching up to brush his bangs out of his eyes; they flutter shut at the action, and you can’t help but smile at how peaceful he looks, his face lit up in every which color as the firework show continues behind you.
“There,” you say after a moment, watching as Beomgyu slowly opens his eyes before he’s reaching for the accessory you’ve put in— you smile as you watch him run his fingers over the design, the same flowers that decorate your pin as you watch the realization dawn on him.
“So pretty,” you say again, and Beomgyu can’t help but smile as you keep your eyes on him— unable to look away, even if it means you’ll miss the mesmerizing fireworks that continue to light up behind you.
As Beomgyu laces his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand tightly before he’s gently telling you to turn around so you can watch the show together, he wonders if any daydream he’s concocted could ever compare to the real thing; he knows that answer is no, not with the way you still can’t help yourself as you glance at him every once in a while, your eyes wide and alight as you look at him as though he were your whole world— he feels as though he could melt with every glance, his heart beating faster as he realizes that he’ll no longer have to daydream.
He’ll no longer have to love you quietly, biting his tongue at the thought as he fights back a delirious smile— pulling you into him, he feels the way you’re quick to embrace him, inhaling deeply before you’re letting out a sigh of contentment.
Your love, your comfort, your home— Choi Beomgyu has been all of it, and you’re more than ready to reciprocate it all as you hold him a little tighter— taking his heart into your hands, with the quiet promise that you’ll care for him just as he always has for you.
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a dog in your past life
context: fifth year, septemberish - marauders are animagii (idk how to spell it lmfao) but haven’t told remus yet, pre-wolfstar, idk i was bored and the spacing kinda weird
Remus had to admit that he sort of enjoyed styling hair.
They had been lounging around the common room when Lily began complaining about how she couldn’t get a certain braid right. Remus’ mom had shown him how to braid hair one day when Remus was bored and was entranced by her long hair. So he offered to do Lily’s hair. The girls had been in awe of his skills and now Lily and Marlene had matching intricate braids in their long hair. He had just finished off Mary’s and was about to stand and stretch when Sirius plopped down in front of him.
“Do me! Do me!” Sirius crowed, lolling his head back so it bumped into Remus’ knees and giving him silver puppy dog eyes. “I want my hair all pretty.”
Remus couldn’t find it in himself to say no so he just just gave a small nod and clicked his tongue, “Your hair’s already pretty, what are you on about?”
“I want it like theirs.” Sirius pointed his chin towards the girls who were now settling down near the fireplace. “I don’t usually style my hair.”
“You put your hair in buns sometimes,” Remus mumbles, shifting on the couch so Sirius’s was resting against his knees instead between his legs. He had broader shoulders than the girls and it just felt awkward to be spread out like that. “Your man-buns.”
Sirius laughs at that, his eyes twinkling as he continues to stare up at Remus, “Oh shush Moony, you know you love them.”
If only he knew.
Remus doesn’t reply to that, instead carding his fingers through Sirius’ hair, attempting to find his part. Unlike the girls, who had chatted with Remus the entire time, Sirius just lets out a soft sigh and lets his eyes fall shut, resting his head against Remus. Remus takes that as a good sign, and begins braiding a portion of his hair, being careful not to tug too hard.
Sirius looked as if he was in pure bliss, his eyes still shut as he let Remus style his hair. Even when James came around to ask if they wanted to play charades with the girls, Sirius just hummed a no, just shifting in his position on the carpet.
“Sirius,” Remus starts, leaning forward to talk quietly so it didn’t bother the current round of charades, “Do you even want your hair done or did you just want someone to play with your hair?”
Sirius opens an eye, lazily, before closing it again and mumbling, “What’s the difference?”
“You’re silly.” Remus smiles, before running his fingers through the braid to open it up. Instead of starting a new braid he just begins to run his fingers through the long silky hair, and then playfully scratches at Sirius’ scalp as if he were a dog. “I think you were a puppy in your past life.”
Sirius stiffens at those words before playing it off, “Cmon, Remus, you gotta agree it feels nice. No one ever plays with my hair.”
“You could just ask,” is the only reply Remus could muster. He didn’t want to admit that he rather enjoyed playing with Sirius’ hair. But honestly, Remus enjoyed most things that had to do with Sirius.
Remus hadn’t completely noticed that he had zoned out until Lily plopped down onto the couch next to him with a silly grin. And then she started making eyes at the way Sirius was sitting in front of him, his hair at the mercy of Remus.
‘Shut up,’ Remus mouthed at her, before turning back to Sirius and bowing his head so she couldn’t see his pink cheeks.
Instead she just leaned in to whisper, “Whipped.”
With a giggle, she stood and returned to the game of charades, tossing her fiery hair behind her shoulder. The girls were thoroughly disappointed with the way James and Peter were dominating the game, winning each round. So now the teams had been shuffled around and Peter had gotten Mary, Lily got James, that sly git, and Marlene stayed with Dorcas.
Remus wasn’t completely sure how James had convinced Lily to be on his team, but he was beginning to suspect it had something to do with the way Peter and Mary were blushing around each other.
Lily on the other hand looked peeved, James was now miming something for her and it wasn’t clear what he was trying to portray. With a scowl, she huffed, “Stop flapping your arms, if I didn’t get it the first time, I’m not going to get it now.”
“I’m not fla-“ James began before the others shushed him collectively.
“Remus?”
Remus looked away from his friends’ antics to Sirius who was now looking up at him, sleepily. “Yeah?”
“You stopped. ‘M tired,” Sirius murmured, nestling into the side of Remus’ knee.
“Why don’t you go to bed?” Remus asked gently, despite the fact that he knew Sirius would refuse. It was a common occurrence nowadays for Sirius to wake up in the middle of the night with a scream, but it still broke Remus’ heart every time. He couldn’t imagine what must’ve happened over the summer.
“It’s lonely up there, everyone’s down here, I don’t wanna go alone,” Sirius whined, sounding much like a small kid.
Remus didn’t comment on it, instead standing up and offering him a hand. “I’ll come, I’m a bit tired too, maybe I’ll read a book or something.”
Sirius gave him a hazy grin, “You’re the best Moons. Hm, moons and Sirius the star.”
Remus cracked a smile at that as he began herding Sirius up the stairs to their dorm. Better he get in bed while he’s still sleepy.
You’re such a mom.
Sirius’ words from earlier that week echoed through his head and he had to laugh at that. He was a mom, of sorts. Sirius doesn’t exactly have anyone to dote on him, so someone’s gotta do it. While he might hide it behind jokes, James also often acts as if he’s Sirius’ mom. Even Peter has stayed awake with Sirius after a particularly bad night. No one ever mentions it the day after, because it’s just another normal part of their day. In the end, they were always there for one another, because if not, who would?
Remus smiled at the thought of the little family they had formed.
see the spacing is so big idk why ^^ lol might make a part two bc it’s part of a fic i’m writing
part two
#marauders#wolfstar#jily fluff#found family#harry potter#remus lupin#sirius black#remus x sirius#wolfstar fluff
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Jellicle-ho did this and now I also want to rank my favorite Cats. So I wrote this instead of writing about Sullivan.
Long Post Warning
To start with I don't hate/dislike any of them. The ones toward the bottom of the list tend to be ones I just think about less often, or don't feel like I connect to as well. Based on 1998 for simplicity's sake.
1) Munkustrap
My baby. Munk's always been my favorite from the very start. It's not just the hero thing, it's not just that Michael Gruber's a handsome mf, it's how he interacts with the others. He's so loving and protective, but at the same time so done with everyone's bullshit (when bullshittery occurs). And then there's the underlying anxiety issues we're all pretty sure he deals with that makes me just want to hug him. He just so clearly wants everyone to be happy and safe. It melts my heart how much joy he gets from seeing his tribe happy. Watch when Deuteronomy shows up in 1998, after he greets him himself (before which he steps aside so others can greet him first cuz he's a sweetheart), he spends most of the walk to the stairs soaking in how happy all the others are and being utterly overjoyed. Add to that his deep, devoted love for his father and how diligently he looks after him, his clear affection for his little brother Tugger despite being more done with his bullshit than anyone else's (Tugger don't touch the bagpip. Tugger no), his strong, tender bond with Alonzo and how smoothly they work together in a crisis, and his sometimes subtle, sometimes not-so-subtle crush on Demeter (notice that she's the only one other than Alonzo that HE approaches right before the Gumbie Cat and the only one he uses both hands to reach out to during that). Also his snark and sass, when he lets it out, is an utter joy. And I love the way he can assert his dominance with just a glance if the situation calls for it (watch him with Cassandra in Grizabella's first scene), but still rarely ever pulls rank like that. Overall he's a really fun character to watch for me, as well as to think about and (if I get around to it) write about.
2) Demeter
My other baby. (I'm so happy my two babies love each other). She's such a complex character. Her backstory of abuse and her current dealings with PTSD as a result are only the jumping off point. I love her moments of bravery, like jumping on Mac to protect the tribe despite everything she's been through. Courage isn't about not being afraid, it's about doing what needs to be done despite your fears. She's the most courageous member of the tribe and I love her so much. As for her relationships with the others, she has a much less subtle crush on Munk than he does on her, but she's so shy about it (and he's so damn polite) I doubt they'd ever get off the ground without a little help. She's so adorable in the way she looks at him, in 1998 she has a particular smile different from her other smiles that seems to be just for him. I also love her connection with Bomba, I feel like if she and Munk ever got off the ground it would be with Bomba's encouragement. Bomba is always there to hold her up when she feels small. While Munk makes her feel safe, Bomba makes her feel strong. So this is why Demelustrap is my OT3 thank you for coming to my TED talk.
3) Mungojerrie
Acts like a dumbass, is actually a genius. (Fight me). I love characters like this. Contradictions. Like brave strong Munk who is actually more emotionally vulnerable than he lets on, or nervous timid Demeter who bravely confronted the person she fears most. Mungo seems fundamentally clueless in most situations but I think he's just a carefree goofball, at least when the stakes are low. He and Teazer are both clever enough to get away with all sorts of mischief, and I don't think it's a "Teazer is the smart one" situation. I mean Teazer is probably smarter, but they need smarts on both sides. I also love how smoothly they work together as a team. Mungo ranks higher for those adorable "clueless" moments and for being a lovable goof.
4) Rumpleteazer
Acts like a bimbo, is actually a genius. To a lesser extent than Mungo in that she acts way less clueless than he does, and her antics are usually more obviously silliness rather than dumbassery. Would be higher but I just like Mungo's goofy aesthetic a bit more. I'd also like to take this time to note I do NOT think they are siblings. (Fight me. Again)
5) Mistoffolees
Another of those contradictions I love. He's simultaneously shy and showy, bold and insecure. He doesn't quite know who he is yet, but he knows who he wants to be. He's also adorable to watch, with his little hops and poses. His relationship with Tugger is adorable, whether you see them as mates or BFFs (both? both. both is good), and his obvious crush on Victoria is equally adorable (more NOT siblings!). The way he melts when she smiles at him toward the beginning of 1998 *sigh* so cute
6) Alonzo
Sorry @jellicle-ho I do love him lots, but he doesn't make the top five simply because I feel closer to Misto and the Chaos Twins (just an expression, not siblings!) on a spiritual level. He's still one of the best characters. He has his "contradiction" element of being cocky but somewhat insecure, and I especially love that he's just as serious as he is playful. He's also a slinky, sassy bastard and a blast to watch on stage.
7) Victoria
Woo boy. Okay first of all, since it seems to be a major factor, the contradiction element. She seems like a shy, reserved, almost demure young lady at first, but she's actually that quietly sassy serene girl at the Alpha bitch's lunch table, the one that's actually nice and doesn't participate in putting down the weird kid no one likes. But she's still gonna judge you. I love every moment of Victoria-sideeye in the 1998 video. And of course there's her whole side plot which basically revolves around her being extremely DTF, which is quite the opposite of "demure." Also her obvious crush on Misto is also adorable, the way she smiles at him, ugh like the only reason she danced with Plato instead is because Misto was too shy to approach her (also Plato has much better upper body strength so hey ho, hey hue, let's go Pas de Deux). She's also so very graceful and elegent and then there's her "omg why!?" flexibility which make her fascinating to watch.
8) Pouncival
Precious child. Precious little jackass brat. No but really I love him so much he's such a brat but also like he's tiny? And he wants to be cool sooo bad! The way he runs in for his "and bright!" all excited, I just can't. He has this sort of quiet, but enthusiastic demeaner of someone that knows he's not the star, but hopes to be, and he's bursting with energy in a pseudo-controlled way that I find more compelling than Etcetera's brand of enthusiasm. I love his acrobatics, whether they're super smooth, adorably clumsy, or straight up pratfalls. I love how 14-years-old he is. You can see him getting bored in that teenage "okay grampa you've told this story forty times already" kind of way during part of Gus's song. I love how adorably menacing he looks during the Naming of Cats. I just love the baby. He is very baby.
9) Bombalurina
She's beauty. She's grace. She'll smack you in the face. She's sexy and she knows it. She's such a confident, strong woman, and while she's the most overtly sexualized character, I kind of find it's even more empowering, you know? Like the idea that a woman can be both sexy and strong, she doesn't have to pick one. Bomba is walking proof that being strong, bold, and tough is not inherently "masculine," nor is protecting others. Don't get me wrong, I love strong female characters of all varieties, I'm not here to knock the tomboy trope, but when a strong female character is also sexually liberated it's just a different level of empowerment. Not just the deconstruction of "masculine/feminine" lines, but also in the "my body, my life, my choice" kind of way. Further, I absolutely love her relationship with Demeter. I personally support the mates, bffs, and siblings hcs because they honestly work so well as any of these (but as mentioned above, Demelustrap is my OT3, despite not always getting strong Bombastrap vibes). Her protectiveness and desire to comfort Demeter is so beautiful. Maybe it's the contradiction thing that I love so much. Strong, bold Bomba has her most tender moments when looking after Demeter. Idk. Moving on!
10) Rum Tum Tugger
He's beauty. He's… grace? He probably won't smack you in the face. He's sexy and he SO knows it. Tugger is walking proof that certain stereotyped "feminine" traits aren't inherently feminine, or to put it another way, he breaks down what it means to be "masculine." Think about it. Cares about his looks, beautiful luxurious long hair, wiggles his hips, wiggles his hips more, wiggles his hips when he walks, struts like a model on a runway, shakes his chest to be sexy, idolizes a cute boy, fashionable clothes (knee-bandana ftw!), all stereotypical "girly" traits, but would anyone describe Tugger as "girly"? Anyway, that's not even what I love most about him. I actually used to dislike him as a kid, but these days I can't get enough of him. Most of the time he just oozes positive vibes in one way or another, be it party vibes or laid back vibes. Most of his screentime in 1998 is such a good time because of that. He has such an energy and ferocity to him during his dance numbers, especially the second half of the Jellicle Ball in 1998. And then there's his quiet moments, especially the affection he shares with Munk while singing about their dad (omg the respect and affection he feels for both of them, coming from such a self-loving bastard it just ahhhhhh), and then after Deuteronomy comes back I just can't he's so sweet omg. Not to mention his whole relationship with Misto. Aside from the whole idolizing thing, which is adorable, he also is so supportive and encouraging. He just naturally bleeds confidence and good vibes, but he deliberately offers that confidence to Misto when he needs it. It's so beautiful and I'm gonna cry. I used to ship him with Bomba, but these days I hc them as friends with occasional benefits that like to place bets on how far interactions between Munk and Deme will go before one of them chickens out or gets awkward, and on which one will be the awkward chicken this time.
Wow I talked a lot about Tugger and he's only #10. Okay well, you folks ready to get controversial?
11) Macavity
I know I know, hear me out. I know most people interpret him as a total bastard with no redeeming qualities but like, I don't read him that way? Anyway I have complicated feelings about Mac but I'll get more into it in another post. As a character in the show I do really like him as a villain, I love his laugh, I love his "no look guys it's okay I brought him back see he's over there heheheh" gesture before he shows up in disguise, I love how show-boaty and "totally hyped for this" he is when he reveals himself, I love his "no wait please don't hurt me it's cool I'm leaving" gesture at Alonzo after the Jellicles start ganging up on him, he's just a blast of a character really, whether he's redemable or not.
12) Old Deuteronomy
Sweetest man you'll ever know. His compassion for the entire tribe is so sweet it hurts. He even feels love and understanding for Griz, and (futiley) tries to persuade the others to accept her, even subtley scolding them after the first "Memory" with his "Moments of Happiness." He loves his sons especially, and I adore every moment he interacts with either of them. He also can bring the sass, see his 'chin up' posture before Tugger bows to him, which I always read as them playfully teasing each other, or his little eye-roll when Munk gets a bit extra talking about the fire brigade. On that note, how into Munk's little play he is, even though it's going wrong. He keeps making encouraging gestures at Munk and reacting with surprise at the right moments (when Munk is looking at least lol). Anyway he's great moving on.
13) Jennyanydots
Jenny is that cool aunt that hangs out and has fun but also won't put up with your nonsense. She's so great I love her so much. She's honestly just a blast all the time I love her so much what can I say? I hc her as teaching Tumblebrutus how to sew. I don't know why.
14) Electra
Ah the "quiet" kitten. I read her as the tough tomboyish one of the girl kittens, and I hc her as sort of in training as a protector, and that's why she's more serious than the others. In 1998 she seems to look up to Munk, being the first to greet him before Gumbie Cat, and nuzzling him during Old Deuteronomy. 1998 Electra also has a lot of little adorable motions like licking her paws during Old Deuteronomy and retrieving the Peke paw from the middle of stage and than posing/playing with it during the Pekes and the Pollicles. I also love her freckles and her pink arm warmer. Massively underrated character.
15) Tumblebrutus
SPINNY. BALLET. BOI. Nuff said. But I'm gonna say more. He keeps up with Misto in ballet and exceeds Pounce in acrobatics, and as such is fascinating to watch. Also Brutus's struggle between his playful instincts and his desire to impress his elders is so adorable.
16) Admetus/George
First of all I first knew him as Admetus long long ago, and he will always be Admetus to me. Sorry. Second, omg this lovely, happy, wonderfully expressive boi. His face at literally any point in 1998 is such a gem.
17) Jemima
Speaking of great expressions, how bout Jemima? She's so cute and sweet! I love her whole deal of understanding Griz's pain and trying to get the rest of the tribe to understand. The only reason she's not higher up is because I somehow don't emotionally connect with her like I do some of the other kittens.
18) Coricopat
The more laid-back and playful half of the mystic twins. The twins in general are cool af, but Corico ranks higher for being more relatable.
19) Skimbleshanks
BUBBLY. TRAIN. DAD. Nuff said. Buttttt I'm gonna say more! Skimble is your best friend's dad that is always chaperoning on field trips but that's okay because he's actually pretty fun to be around most of the time. I love his cheerful expressions and his little jigs. His song is so much fun. And I love the relationship between him and Spara in 1998. More on that below
20) Asparagus
Okay so Spara is your other best friend's dad (or your best friend's other dad) who sometimes tries too hard to be cool and connect with the kids but that's okay because he's so nice and besides it's kind of adorable? What I find most adorable about Spara though is how hard he's crushing on Skimble. Like even if you hc them as already in a relationship, he really just can't get enough of Train Dad. Look at how Spara smiles at Skimble ALL THE DAMN TIME. He's practically blushing at multiple points during Skimble's song. And Skimble tends to gravitate towards Spara quite a bit, and omg that big grin he gives him during the line "sleeping car exprrrrreeesss!" I'm dead. In conclusion I need more Asparashanks content thank you for coming to my TED talk
21) Cassandra
I WANT to like Cassandra better than I do. I really really want to. But I feel like she's just so hard to get to know. I do enjoy her on stage, but as a character with backstory and motives she's a bit hard to work with. That being said she's by no means a flat character. I do hc her as one of the deputy protectors along with Alonzo, and more recently as part of the BFF power trio of her, Alonzo, and Munk, since Alonzo and much more subtley Munk are the only ones she shows any physical affection toward, aside from occasionally hanging out with T-brutus but we'll shelve that for now. I do really enjoy watching her though, she has some really interesting movements and expressions. And she does radiate a sort of "try me, I fucking dare you" vibe that I love a lot.
22) Tantomile
I have the same problem with Tanto that I do with Cass. I just don't feel like I know her very well. She is cool as a mystical psychic character, but that's part of what makes the twins in general cool. So far I haven't been able to connect to her as an individual without her brother, otherwise she would be much higher on this list. She's still cool though.
22) Plato
*Deep breath* okay. I don't dislike Plato. I just.. okay look out of the male kittens/young adults, he's my least favorite. He does have qualities that I really like, like how he's a shy reserved boy on the outside and a fiery passionate soul on the inside. That's cool. Also those intense expressions are pretty cool I guess. I guess I might have less positive feelings about him because everyone assumes Victoria's magically in love now because of the Pas de Deux even though they barely interact otherwise. Which is unfair of me to feel that way. I hc him as struggling with internalized anger and anxiety and having difficulty expressing himself.
23) Etcetera
I'll be honest, I used to find her annoying. This one's pretty much entirely on me, because she has a superficially similar demeanor to a girl that used to bully me in school. But since graduating Cety's grown on me a lot, not in small part due to her wonderful enthusiasm for literally everything. While less compelling to me than Pounce's quieter, more controlled flavor of energetic enthusiasm, her bouncy jubilance still makes me grin and giggle along with her, so that's a major plus.
24) Jellylorum
Jelly is your other cool aunt that worries too much about your safety but also has cool stories to tell and is always doing like art and stuff in her garage. I hc her as the tribe nurse. Would be higher if not for slight Karen-ness.
25) Gus
Only on stage for a short time but he shines. The way he starts out all helpless looking like he doesn't even know where he is and slowly blossoms into singing about his old days with enthusiasm, and then breaking down into tears. He's a great character for the scene that he's in, but unfortunately there's not a lot else to him, so he gets a low spot on the list
26) Grizabella
Oof. Okay so. I get it. She messed up. My hc is… well, complicated, but short version is she never planned on being a mom and has no idea how to be a mom, and so she just let Deut raise Munk and visited occasionally (ahem rarely), but she does end up later spending some time as his primary caregiver, and she fucks up royally, like massive neglect and mild emotional manipulation, and ends up emotionally damaging Munk more than if she'd left him alone. SO with this hc in mind, is she redemable? Idk. But the tribe forgave her so that's what matters. Do I feel sorry for her? Yes. Do I believe she honestly regrets her past actions? …kind of? Yes. Let's go with yes. Does any of this make her my favorite character? Not by a long shot. I have mixed feelings about Grizabella. I don't dislike her I just… don't know how to feel about her.
27) Bustopher Jones
Walking fat joke, but a pleasant walking fat joke. Wish we could have got to know him better than "that cultured fat guy all the toms want to impress." He's fun though. I love his expressions throughout his song, and that toodle-pip! is so adorable.
28) Exotica
Oh Exotica. Who even are you. We don't know you at all. I do like the moment in Old D's song when she's reaching from the outside of the crowd hoping to get to touch him, and he reaches out so she can, and immediately after touching him she drops her hand and backs away, which I read as shy fangirl overload flee the scene omg he touched me omgomgomg. So that was cute. Ummm. I wish she'd stop changing colors every three seconds so I could keep track of her. Other than that, I don't dislike her, I just don't know her well enough to like her.
Omg I made it to the end. Did I forget anybody? I don't think so... Phew, that was so hard! Thanks for reading if you made it this far! :)
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Bell 😍 can i request something for kaminari??? You can decide if it's a scenario or headcanons or whatever you want 💚 (I'm so confused with him because idk if i love him like a partner or just friends HELP)
I decided to do a fluff headcanons game for this since I haven’t done one before!! I hope you enjoy it, love!! But I totally know what you mean about not knowing if you should love him as a partner or friend. Denki would be so good as either of them!!
Also, I got this headcanon game here !!
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Kaminari Denki:
A = Affection (how affectionate are they in day to day life? Do they show affection publicly or keep that more in private?)
Dekni is very affectionate!! There isn’t a moment that he isn’t holding or touching you in some way. With or without realizing it, his hand is always going to find its way to yours, linking your fingers, caressing your hand or simply holding it. He just loves being near you and giving you loving affection. Don’t even get me started on the amount of kisses he gives you each hour of the day. Honestly, some might find his constant kissing annoying, but you can never be annoyed for too long because of how sweet he is being. Placing kisses on your shoulders, cheeks, hands, arms, or just wherever he feels like at the time is something he just loves doing because of how soft your skin is. He is open for some PDA as long as you are. He loves letting people know how much he loves you and that he has no issues giving you affection out in public, but if you are not comfortable with it, then he will put in an effort to only leave the affection behind closed doors.
B = Best memory (what is the best memory they have with you)
The best memory he has with you is your first kiss together. It was like everything night was more beautiful, enhanced, louder. The moon was high and full in the sky, covering the land in an ethereal glow that made you look so much more angelic than you usually did in his eyes. You two had been walking through a park but had stopped at a nearby pond to rest and admire the sparkling water. Sitting side by side you both conversed lightly, Denki making a few jokes and you laughing at how silly he could be. At one of his sillier jokes, you had lost yourself in your laughter, tears pricking st your eyes. He couldn’t help but stare at you, your beautiful smile wide across your face as you laughed at his joke, your laugh resonating through his bones and reaching his heart, making it skip a beat every other second. He wasn’t sure what force had compelled his body to move, but before he knew it he had closed the space between you both, eyes still locked on you as he cupped your face and turned you towards him. He waited until your laughter to die down before his lips covered yours softly, body working on its own. To this day he can remember the way he felt an electric pulse not of his own ripple through his body at the feeling of your lips against his, so soft and warm. The kiss didn’t last long, but it was long enough to leave you both stupefied, eyes searching one another’s for answers before you both smiled at each other lightly, you giggling happily and him nervously smiling at you but still filled with such a sense of love for you.
C = Cat or dog person (this is pretty obvious)
He is a fan of both cats and dogs, but I see him liking dogs just a smidge more. Small dogs are his absolute weakness, especially Pomeranian (I actually headcanon that all the bakusquad members are huge suckers for Pomeranian (mainly because of Bakugou)). He finds small dogs so cute and loveable. They are easy to carry, cuddle, take care of, and play with without making too much of a mess. He also love how smaller dogs have a lot more energy than bigger ones and how cute they look when they run. He’d probably get a pomeranian or a pug one day and name it something like ‘Sir Skwiggums’ or something because he loves dogs that have cute yet weird names.
D = Dreams (what do they want to do in life?)
Honestly, this is a question Denki still has a bit of trouble answering. Yes, he’s currently training to become a hero, but he isn’t sure that’s exactly what he wants to do when he gets older. He often feels bad about thinking like this since if he had never joined the hero course, someone else could have had the chance to train to become a hero. It really puts him into a big funk and everyone can notice it and do their best to reassure him. Often times he thinks about what else he could have been doing, but he is never able to answer it for himself and it scares him how uncertain and unclear his future is.
E = Evenings (how do they spend their evening? So they go out? Do they read?)
His evenings mainly consist of him hanging out with his friends, doing some schoolwork but then stopping half way since he most likely got distracted by something and instead playing video games. Overall, he just wants his evenings to be filled with chilled out fun with his friends or s/o after a hard day at school. Surrounding himself with his friends or s/o just puts him at ease and makes him feel comfortable. He is big on being around people in general since being alone for too long makes him feel uneasy.
F = First date (what was it like?)
His first date with you is a complete disaster but not in the sense of the date not being enjoyable or him being a jerk. He had planned to take you out to see a movie but had forgot his wallet at his dorm so you two ended up walking the streets and doing some late evening sightseeing. For the most part, it was enjoyable, but then Denki had somehow tripped over himself and twisted his ankle. You fussed over him for a bit, worried that he was seriously injured. He would have enjoyed your attention and concern were it not for the overwhelming feeling of embarrassment for having tripped in the fashion that he did, resulting in a sprain in his leg and you carrying him back to the dorm. He was sure that you would have stopped talking to him after that but was surprised to know that you wanted to go on a second first date with him.
G = Giggle (what is their laugh like? What makes them laugh?)
His laugh is actually rather cute. Most people would think that his laugh would be obnoxious and loud, but it is a decent volume and light. His laughs always start out with a raspberry before turning into light joyous laughter with the occasional wheeze or hiccup.
H = Hugs (do they like hug? What kind of hugs do the give?)
You Denki is giving you his signature full on, genuine, warmest of the warm hug when you two end up on the floor. His hugs are always full of affection and giggling and moving about. He can’t contain his excitement and joy when it comes to hugging someone and will eventually topple you to the floor in one of his hugs if you are someone close to him. He loves giving and receiving back and side hugs. They are the cutest types of hugs to him since it gives him a good chance to kiss the other person’s neck (He makes sure to kiss Bakugou’s cheek since he doesn’t like having his neck touched by anyone that isn’t Kirishima). When it comes to chest-to-chest hugs, he saves those for when his friends or s/o is feeling down since, to him, those kinds of hugs are “I’m here for you” type of hugs.
I = Instrument (do they play an instrument?)
He is pretty good at he guitar but is killer at the ukulele. He started playing it when he was in grade school and completely fell in love with the ukulele. He loves how small and cute it is and likes that the songs played on it are always calm or upbeat. He knows how to play several different songs on it and sometimes he goes to Jirou’s room to ask her how to play new songs or two play along with her.
J = Joy (what brings them joy in life?)
Friends and family are his main sources of joy. Like I said before, Denki loves surrounding himself with people that he is close to since it brings him happiness Being alone for too long makes Denki uneasy and pretty sad, so just having one person keep him company (whether that be through calling, texting, or face to face) will make Denki feel better. He is very close to his friend’s family as well, mainly Sero’s. He loves hanging out and playing with his siblings (usually falling victim to the twin’s antics since both he and Sero look up to them a tad bit too much) and he absolutely loves playing with the kids within his family as well!
K = Kisses (what kind of kisser are they? Shy? Passionate?)
Excited and sloppy but sweet type of kisser. I know this sounds pretty odd but honestly this is how all of his kisses are. His excitedness makes kisses rather sloppy, lips smacking, teeth grazing, and bruised lips, but there is a certain sweetness to it that makes your knees weak and heart race. His kisses will linger on your lips for a good while, making you occasionally touch your lips and giggle at how sweet and excitable he can be sometimes.
L = Love (how do they act when they have a crush)
He is all about trying to impress his crush and getting them to notice him. He can do this in two ways. The first way being that he does something rather impressive to get their attention. This can be trough when he is training and he successfully pulls off one of his secret moves or with his good communication and sportsmanship skills. It’s amazing seeing Denki when he is in action and how well he works with others. It is bound to impress you and most of his other classmates. However, the second way he gets your attention is when he is embarrassing himself. This can happen when he overuses his quirk and short circuits or when he makes a joke that no one understands or laughs at.
M = Memory (what’s their favourite memory?)
His favorite memory is when he was younger and his parents took him to Disney world for the first time. He had been talking about wanting to go for years and was beyond excited when his parents finally took him. He felt as though he had been taken to some far away magical land when he entered the gates. His parents took him on as many rides as they could, getting him different snacks and foods and souvenirs in between each ride. That night he went home as excited as when he first got their, balloons tied to his arms, stuffed animals and characters sitting in the seat next to him in the car and cotton candy fluff still stuck in his hair. When he got home that night he called his friends up and told them all about his time at Disney world, showing them all his new stuffies and raving on and on about what a fun time he had. Eventually he would have ended up in his parents room thanking them for taking him before sleeping in their room with them.
N = No (what is their pet peeve?)
Denki is a rather chill person and not a lot pisses him off, but people bad mouthing those that are close to him is a sure way to get him angry. He can not stand having people talk badly of those he cares about and will make sure to give that person a what for for what they are saying. He won’t ever get physical with the person, but what he says back to them is far from nice.
O = Occupation (what’s their dream job?)
Again, this is a question he just can’t answer. He’s tried thinking of what he could be beside being a hero but nothing ever comes to mind and it scares him. Denki is both good and bad at almost everything, so he isn’t sure what kind of job would suit someone like him. With the skills he does have, he is sure he could get whatever job he applies to, but he knows he won’t ever last long due to his shortcomings he believes he has.
P = Parent (what kind of parent would they be?)
He is such a sweet and fun loving parent!! There isn’t a thing he wouldn’t do for his child. He spoils them rotten with affection, giving them kisses so often that his child is bound to end up covered in Denki’s drool. He loves playing around and messing about with his child, having fun with them at any given time as well as teaching them different things. He thinks the best way to teach a kid something is to make it fun! However, he is very protective and gets pretty emotional over his child as well. If he sees any sort of danger around his child, he is quick to be by their side, holding them close. If anything ever happens to his child is his blind to cry about it. Let it be them scraping their knee or them saying their first word, Denki is going to be crying about it.
Q = Questions (do they believe in the super natural? Aliens? Anything along those lines)
He believes more so in ghosts than he does Aliens. He’s seen some freaky spooky creepy shit in his life and the only explanation he can find for these things is ghosts. He spends most of his nights watching ghost videos and conspiracy theories about them as well as buzzfeed unsolved videos. He’s sure ghosts exists and likes watching videos and documentaries that explain certain types of ghosts and their activities.
R = Romantic (are they romantic during the relationship?)
Baby boy is very romantic during his relationship with you. He loves being able to sweep you off your feet every once in a while, treating you to something nice and pampering you as you should always be. He loves how much you enjoy him being romantic and sweet with you. Often times he will randomly bring you flowers that he has picked from the school’s garden and then confessed his undying love for you as he is taken to the Nezu’s office for messing with school property.
S = Smile (what makes them smile without fail)
Seeing his mother happy. Whenever he sees his mother doing something she enjoys or even just seeing her face will make him smile. He is very close to his mother and loves her to pieces. He is a complete Mama’s Boy. Almost everything he did as a child was to please his mother and even as he’s grown over the years, he still tries to please her as much as he possibly can.
T = Together (how clingy are they? How long do you two spend together per day on average)
He is a pretty clingy guy with his family, friends, and his s/o. He likes spending as much time as he can with all of them and gets pretty upset when it’s time to leave them or when they have to leave him. More often than not if you say you are going somewhere, Denki will want to tag along with you to both avoid being alone and to spend more time with you. You two spend at least 14 hours a day with each other, sometimes more if he is feeling extra clingy.
U = Unbearable (what habit do they have that’s unbearable? What habit do you have that they find unbearable)
There are a lot of things Denki does that you find unbearable, but the one thing that really gets to you is the way he chews his food. He chews his food like a horse, exaggerating his bites and making small smacking sounds. It makes you want to choke each time he eats.
A habit that you have that has the potential of ticking DenkI off is when you ignore his texts. Now it isn’t exactly a habit but the way Denki texts you makes it pretty hard for you to reply to everything he says. He sends massive blocks of texts sometimes and it’s hard to give him a response to each one so often times you just ignore the ones that you don’t think need a proper response to. It ticks him off since he puts a lot of effort into the texts he sends you but he is never mad for too long.
V = Videos (do they take lots of videos or photos during your relationship?)
Of course! He takes photos and videos any chance he gets and he somehow always manages to get the funniest or most embarrassing photos/videos of you both. He has an entire digital album of photos/videos of you both and will often spend time watching them when he misses you.
W = Wedding (what was the wedding like?)
The wedding was a fun one! All of your closest family and friends were there, keeping the wedding rather small but still pretty enjoyable.Everything went smoothly and on time.Your vows were said, you both shared a beautiful kiss, had a bit of fun cutting the cake before dotting bits of icing on one another. Music played after the wedding and everyone got up to dance with the groom and bride before watching them dance together.
X = eXtra (what’s an interesting fact about them that they don’t tell anyone about?)
He knows a lot of facts about random topics. he retains a lot of information by watching videos, over hearing conversations/lectures, and through experience and if the topic ever comes up, he is able to tell you a random fact about that topic. It surprises everyone that he knows such a fact since it’s so exact. When asked how he knows something like that he just shrugs and says that it’s something he remembers hearing. This same thing goes for when someone has forgotten what they have said, Denki is able to remind them. Even if he wasn’t exactly apart of the conversation, he remembers hearing what they said in passing and is able to remind them of it.
Y = Yuck (what do they hate? Could be a food, sent, word anything)
Food: Grapes
Scent: Damp clothes
Personality trait: Rude
Z = ZZZZ (how heavy of a sleeper are they? How do they sleep? What mood do they wake up in? Really any sleeping headcanons)
He is a pretty heavy sleeper. It’s pretty hard to wake this electro-boy up. It takes you shaking him and calling his name for him to wake up. As for the position his sleeps in, Denki is all over the place. He is in a different position every 30 minutes when he sleeps. If you want him to keep still during the night, you’ll have to cuddle him, keeping your arms secure around his own. However, despite sleeping so poorly, Denki wakes up pretty chipper.
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Requested by anonymous: Being Alex and Kara younger sister and being completely different from them, like in the angsty way, with problems with authority and alcohol, drugs and that kind of shit, just a mess, maybe you could add that she’s Jeremiah’s daughter? but she doesn’t get along with him either?daddy issues. I always saw Jeremiah as a villain so ;D
Requested by anonymous: a little crossover? maybe mixing Gotham with National City? Idk how I just want to be friends with the bat lol or Diana BOTH
Requested by Anon: something angsty with the danvers sisters? maybe make the reader their little sister with powers!!!
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Warning: Mention of alcohol and being drunk. Mention of drugs. Mention of a bad relationship with your dad.
(a/n): I struggled with this so much, also, this is not angsty enough, and I’m sorry for that, but I had enough with the Diana one
I wrote this on my phone, please excuse the low quality and the mess
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Chapter I - The Beginning
The Danvers family. United, passionate, and courageous. Who would even think that you came from such a nice family uh?. While they reunited every so often, hugs and sweet talks, Eliza cooking a nice meal for them, Alex probably snuggling into Maggie’s arms, while Kara is out there, finishing her shift at being Supergirl. You were probably spending your time at the nearest bar, refusing to go to the family reunion.
They have had their problems with Jeremiah, maybe that’s where you got your rebel side and problem with authority. Alex also had it, but not as much as you.
You are not going to lie, you have a few bad habits but everyone does right?. I don’t know what they do such a fuss over such silly things like ending up in the hospital because you forgot that you don’t have to mix vodka and MDMA, it was just a little mistake. A mistake that your family loves to remind you, that and the times you appear out of nowhere passed out on the couch with a bottle in your hand. You were young, two years younger than Alex, so they freaked out a lot, plus Alex had turned into a good girl all out of sudden making you look even worse.
Since your last party night in National City, which you end up in the hospital again, you left and never came back. Sadly, you didn’t end up in a very good place.
It isn’t like you don’t love your family, you do. But their disapproving look at your bad antics makes you want to run away. Especially Alex, the girl had her bad past, such as yourself, she used to spend her time in jail and drunk and blah blah blah, and now, she thinks she can judge you. If it wasn’t for the green guy she would still be in jail.
Clark had told you about the family reunion Kara was planning and that you had to go.
“I hope Y/N comes this time, I miss her, I wonder where she is” Kara asked her sister, after she got to change her costume off.
“you know her, she’s probably at some bar, drinking her ass off” Alex said, not being really happy with the idea of having you here. It isn’t that she hates you, but she’s really bitter about you leaving.
“Alex! , you’re talking about your sister” Eliza said, scolding her daughter.
“my problematic, alcoholic and even junky sister” Alex said, sipping on her glass of wine.
“do I need to remind you about your past?” Eliza said, raising an eyebrow.
“fair enough, but I wasn’t that bad, how long has been since we saw her?” Alex ask.
“it’s been a long time actually, I miss her, we used to be so close.” Kara said, looking sadly at her mom.
“I miss bee too, she’s my babygirl, she got a little bit out of control" Eliza said, sighing deeply.
“a little bit? as far as we know, she could be in an alley seeing unicorns-” Alex stop when she saw you standing in the doorway, you were glaring at her.
“I’m not in an alley, but I have to admit that sounds better than being here” Alex was pretty much speechless. You changed a lot, the bubbly and annoyingly energetic self , was now with a stone cold face, and your eyes, that used to be a dark blue were now a pale grey, no emotion seem to be there.
“…hey” That was the only thing that Alex managed to say, but judging by your intense glare, and how you walk past her instead of hugging her, she knew that you weren’t going to be nice.
“fuck off” You mutter still glaring her, walking past her, your destination was your mom., that was smiling at you.
“wow, okay! Hi ! where have you been? you’re so beautiful-We missed you a lot-are you staying? you have to stay!” Kara said, getting over excited, embracing you in a bone-crushing hug. She frowns at the mixed smell of tobacco and alcohol in your clothes, but she keeps the smile on her face.
“I just came to say hi, I’m not staying” You said, chuckling a little at her excitement. Kara almost drops you after she heard you.
“what? why not?! , t-there’s pie! you-y-you love pie!” Kara said, a worried look on her face.
“Kara, sweetheart..I hate pie” You said, walking to your mom that was waiting for you with open arms.
“hey mom” You mumbled, Eliza rushing to hug you.
“Sweetheart, you’re so tall!” You mom said, not daring to let you go.
“it may be the drugs-ouch!” Alex said, Maggie hitting her arm at hearing her comment. You already know who she is, she was the one who opened the door for you.
“what’s up with you?!” Maggie whispered to Alex, the D.E.O agent huff.
“where’s dad? Clark told me that you guys got him back” You asked, eating one of the french fries that were on the table. Earning a disapproving look from your mom.
“it’s a long story-” Kara started but you stop her.
“he got back with Lilian right?” You said, eating a few more french fries.
“h-how did you-”
“he visit me the other day, told me to stay away from trouble and the Luthors, but I thought he would at least visit you too, oh my god this is so good mom” You said, your mom now taking the french fries away from you.
“he visited you?!” Alex exclaimed, not believing that he had actually visited you. Even when he was around, you and he didn’t have the best relationship.
“are you deaf?”
“did he said anything else?” He did said a lot, but they didn’t need to know that.
“…nop, just that” Kara heart your heart race a little bit after saying that and send a look to Alex.
“you’re lying”
“if I were lying you wouldn’t even notice Alex” You said glaring at your older sister.
“what did he say? tell me exactly what he said-” Alex said walking closer to you
“don’t get all C.I.A with me-”
“I will if that means you will tell me the truth-”
“enough! , Alex go take a walk, Maggie could you calm her down?” Eliza said, Maggie was already dragging Alex away.
“copy that Mama Danvers, let’s get some fresh air ” After Maggie and Alex left, Eliza turn to you.
“we are going to talk-” You know where this was going to end up, and right now, you should be heading back to Gotham.
“I can’t, I just came to say hello, that’s all” You said, eyeing the door.
“We haven’t seen you in years Y/N-” Kara started.
“ let your mom know how are you-” Eliza said walking to you.
“I’m fine, see?” You said, turning around in a mocking way.
“amazing, splendid, living the best time of my life, yay!” Kara frowns at your words.
“you smell like cigarette-”
“I thought you stop smoking!” Your mom said, the same disappointed look you are were used to get from, well, everyone. Coming back was a bad idea.
“coming here was a bad idea, I’m going back home-” You say walking to the door, not caring about your family protests.
“This is your home!” Eliza says.
“It was good to see you and all, take care you two, Kara punch Alex for me please-” You said now standing in front of the door.
“no wait! , don’t go yet, just stay a little bit more-” Kara said, grabbing your arm.
“I can’t I have to-” Right when you were about to open the door, it opens itself, revealing the man you hate most.
“Y/N, you’re not going anywhere” A sigh escapes from your mouth.
“Jeremiah, I thought you were alergic to family-”
“I’m not going to let you go back to that bar kid, I thought I told you to stay out of trouble-” You scoff, his presence making want to scream
How he dares to step into this house after all he has done to you and this family?. Kara could see your hands turning into fists, claw clenching and your eyes sending imaginary dagger at him.
“I haven’t touched a bar in a long time, and you know a lot about getting in trouble right? you’re the one working with the phsyco after all-How is she anyway? she must be missing her lab rat-”
“Y/N-” He says in a threatening voice, you felt as he was mocking you.
“move” You didn’t sound as yourself anymore, and that scared the Danvers family. Jeremiah shifts uncomfortably in his place, knowing what you were capable of, but also knowing that you would not do anything stupid in front of Eliza or your sisters. He clears his throat and gives you the “listen to me” look pointing his finger at you.
“We’re going to have a nice day as a family-” You tried to get through him but he rest his disgusting hand in your shoulder which you slap away, making Kara and Eliza looked at each other wide eyed.
“Dad, move” You groan, getting all in you to not punch him. Kara was actually scared that you may hurt Jeremiah.
“you’re part of this family Y/N, I don’t care how much you beg, you’re not getting out of here-” That’s it, you’ll get out of here or he’s dead.
“Move! I don’t want to stay here! much less with a traitor like you!” You say, making Eliza gasp and Jeremiah glares at you.
“Y/N!” Eliza exclaims, you didn’t bother to look at her already knowing how distress she is. All that you wanted today was visit your mother and your alien sister, possibly see Alex too and not fight with her, and steal some popstickles from Kara. But nothing went as you planned.
“now move, or I’m going to make you and I’ll enjoy it while I do it so” You say. Kara could hear your heart stammering in your chest and you breathing turning a little uneven, but what it surprise her was the low growl that came out of your throat, she must be things, at least that’s what she thinks….if she only knew.
“You never listen do you?” Jeremiah spats at you, and you smirk. You get out of the apartment, making sure to carve a few words into his skull.
“I do, I listen to everything, and I see everything…I know everything dad” You said, the last sentence making Jeremiah looked at you in surprise, the atmosphere change, you were the one that was playing to be the mouse, and now Jeremiah was the one trembling, as if you were holding your finger in the trigger. You could easily spit all the truth, but they would not believe you. How could they? you couldn’t say “hey mom, dad killed me in order to protect his ass from Lilian, but don’t worry Mama Luthor bring me back from the dead and now I am a freak with crazy powers that I can’t control yay!”
“Y/N?” Kara call you out. Taking out of the glaring contest between you and Jeremiah.
“I have to go now, have a nice day” You mumbled, walking away from your family.
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Outside the building was Maggie and Alex, the detective trying to calm down her girlfriend. You rush to the meeting are where Alfred was supposed to pick you up, but you forget that Maggie and Alex were outside.
“Your Dad is at the family reunion, you should run back there, he may disappear again” You say walking away, but Alex was not going to let you go so easily. She used to be the one sticking by your side the most. And when Kara appeared and Jeremiah disappeared, she used to hold you tighter at night, until everything went downhill, and both of you got separate ways.
After Alex got better with the help of J’onn, she tried to fix your relationship with her, but it was too late, you were already packing your things to leave. She blames herself for that everyday, she always has.
“Maggie can you wait for me inside?” Alex asks.
“sure, bye Y/N” Maggie waves at you and you smile at her.
“we need to talk”
“I don’t think there’s anything to discuss” You said, your eyes roaming around the street, searching for Alfred.
“what’s up with you? for real this time, where were you? we were all worried about you! you just disappear one day, if it wasn’t for Clark we would never know you were still alive!” Clark had only found you because you wanted him to. And you’re here standing in front of her because Diana had told you to, the Goddess can be very convincing when hugs and sweet talks are involved, actually, you would do anything she wants, you have a soft spot for her.
“would that even matters? you were busy sleeping in jail or avoiding Kara to even noticed that I left” You said, with more venom in your words that you had intended to. Well, Diana had told you to speak with the truth no matter how bad it was.
You spot the black SUV, and start walking, ignoring Alex but like I already said, she was not going to let you go so easily. She grabs your arm, shoving you towards her.
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Inside the car
“should we help her sir?”
“she’s talking with her sister, I don’t see why we should help her Alfred”
“well, I think you’re aware of Lady Y/N Danvers condition sir, she can’t be left unsupervised in violet or triggering environments, her arguing with her sister could trigger-”
“I am aware about her ..“condition” Alfred, but she is doing better, she’s not going to snap at her sister, plus.. it does not concern us”
“but sir Diana said-”
“Diana is not her babysitter or her Doctor, drop it”
“yes sir”
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“you guys find out that I left a week later, just because the school called mom asking why I was not going” You say. Alex looks at you with pity. She knows her family had fucked up, but everyone makes mistakes!
“you were pretty shy and quiet, sometimes I even forgot you were there-” You scoff, slapping away her hand on your arm.
“oh shut up Alex, I had always spent time trying to talk to you, same as Kara but you always told me to shut up, I didn’t exist for you, let’s keep it that way”
“And that’s the problem!, I don’t even know you anymore!, all these years hoping that you were safe, that you were going to come back, you left just like dad did!” You sigh, running your fingers through your hair. You looked at her, she didn’t look sad, she looked exasperated.
“you pushed me away…don’t play the innocent card Alex…I have to go-” You say, walking towards the car.
“where? where are you going?” Alex asks following you. You didn’t want to tell her, but she would not stop until you tell her so…
“Gotham” You say just a few meters away from the car
“but-”
“keep an eye on dad” You said once you open the door. Alex tried to look inside but you didn’t let her. She frowns at your words
“what? why? he’s okay”
“just…be careful with him, that’s all I’m going to say…be careful” And with that, you left, leaving a very confused and concerned Alex.
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Alex ends up going back to Kara’s apartment, Maggie waiting outside the door for her.
“she left? are you okay love” Maggie rushes to her girlfriend.
“yeah, goddamit I think she’s in trouble” Alex mutters to her, the detective smiles sadly at her.
“by the looks of it, she’s always in trouble hmm?”
“do you know where Gotham is?” Alex asks. The name sound familiar to her but she couldn’t put a finger on it.
“oh she lives there? that explains a lot” Maggie says, cringing a little.
“what? i-is it bad? it’s a bad place?” Alex says worried, and Maggie just nods at her.
“it’s not the best city to live in-it’s like a major city from crime and-” Kara burst into the door, looking at the Sanvers duo, her face being a mix between sadness and confusion.
“first of all, what the hell just happen” She exclaims making Alex sigh.
“and second… I heard everything, what does she mean by keeping an eye on Jeremiah?”
“maybe she’s just worried about him” Alex says.
“yeah, that’s not possible, she almost tackle him when he stepped in the door, she is really angry with him” Kara says, remembering the beautiful family reunion you two had, and your weird behavior.
“something’s wrong, something’s really wrong with her” Alex says. Maggie puts her arm around Alex’s waist, squeezing it gently.
“I do have that feeling too, what are we going to do?” Kara says, knowing that you weren’t going to disappear so easily this time, she wasn’t going to let you.
“right now, eat, we think about it later, come on Maggie, let me introduce you to my Dad” Alex say, remembering that her dad was there. Kara jumps with excitement.
“oh this is going to be fun!”
Meanwhile, you were chatting with your friend.
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“did you already have your family reunion?” Bruce asks you.
“why do you care? as long as you know, I could be an orphan” You say, eyeing the bottle of whiskey.
“but you’re not, you have a family…you should be grateful for that” Bruce said, grabbing the bottle and pouring you a glass of it, making you smile at him, he knows you so well.
“…I am…where are we going now?” You ask him, taking a sip from the ridiculous expensive whiskey.
“back to Gotham, Joker’s back up again with his… jokes” You scoff at him.
“are you sure you don’t want to stay? I can deal with the Joker by my own” He says. He knows that you will never admit how much you miss your family, if you’re lucky to have one, then you should with them.
“but who would take care of Harley then?” You say, smirking at him. He glares at you, remembering all the times he has found you sneaking out with the psychotic blonde.
“I can do that too, Lilian is here, and she’s planning something big, normally I wouldn’t care since is not my city…but your family is here…you should stay” You sigh, drinking your glass of whiskey in a row. You looked at him, not enjoying that he had taken the part of big brother with you.
“don’t bother me Bruce…you get all sappy with me” He chuckles.
“There’s a building where you can stay, I’ll send all your equipment just in case and I’ll send your motorbike too-” He says, already knowing that you want to stay.
“you don’t need to do that you know?” You say, counting mentally all the times he helped you.
“of course I do, I owe you that much and….you’re the only person I can bare” He says, now he was the one counting mentally all the times you had saved his ass.
“what about me sir?” Alfred asks, making you chuckle.
“you make me doubt sometimes Alfred” Alfred stopped the car in front of a big and fancy building. Bruce gets out of the car, same as Alfred.
Alfred opens the car’s trunk
“clothes” Says Alfred handing you one bag.
“and money” He says handing you the other bag. You sigh, not really sure of what to do.
“are you sure you don’t need help?” You ask, Bruce just smirks at you and puts a pair of keys in your pocket
“don’t make me change my mind Y/N” He says, walking to the car
“for being so cold and dark…you can be pretty nice sometimes batsy” You playfully say.
“I’m already regretting it” He said, getting into the car.
“if you need a hand with the Luthors, just call”
“will do” You begin walking inside the building.
“and Y/N-” You stop at the door.
“what is it this time?”
“…try to stay away from the bars or I’ll send Diana”
“..no promises”
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THIS SUCKS IM SORRY
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responsible.
member: bae jinyoung
genre(s): high school!au, hoobae!jinyoung, fluff
summary: all the matters regarding bae jinyoung’s grades is now placed in your hand but it seems like it’s not just his grades that you’re going to take responsibility for. (requested - bullet point format)
word count: 2.3k
note: a requested scenario by an anon! i’m so sorry if it’s really lengthy hahah but i really really hope you like it ;; thank you for requesting, once again it means a lot! as well as that, many thanks for the likes, follows and reblogs - words can’t say how much i truly appreciate it, thank you thank you ; ~ ; < 3
all a’s with a rank that never goes below than top five
you wouldn’t be a member of the student council for no reason
warm, friendly, responsible and hardworking - you’re the definition of being a blessing
esp to the teachers bc you’re one of those kids who actually help them and not give them a headache (unlike me smh)
like tbh you’re not the school president
but somehow people treat you like you are bc why aren’t you the school president??
you’re even more responsible than the school president and your attendance is better
the votes are rigged!! jk it’s not
a lot of students know you, not just because of the student council
but because you’re a really great tutor
like the greatest
you could probably take over the teacher’s job bc everyone just comes to you and asks
that’s why the teachers love you so much lmao
you have so much patience and kindness that you don’t mind getting bombarded by questions and taking your time to teach others
like forget the religion of hwang minhyun
that doesn’t exist here bc the religion of the “angelic sunbae” does
yeah you earned that endearment after some random seventh grade kid yelled that out loud when you were in tenth grade and somehow it stuck with you all the way till your last year of high school
now everyone just refers to you as that name
and that’s how bae jinyoung knew you at first
“jinyoung-ah. you see that sunbae? she’s the school’s angelic sunbae.”
jinyoung looks at the direction of his friend’s point, the smile that lights up on your face and the way your eyes crinkle as you laugh with your friends causes his stomach to churn
but this boi isn’t really the brightest so he thinks he ate something
yeh like his feelings oOHOOHOH
“angelic sunbae?” jinyoung softly repeats to himself, his eyes never leaving you.
that of course wasn’t really proven until his grades drastically dropped
apparently it dropped so much that his teacher deemed it as concerning
like the boi only went from 98% to 70% - at least he passes look at me i winged an aural test and if i get 50% i’ll be over the moon
but this cute baby did admit he was struggling with the topic they were currently learning despite feeling so insecure confessing it
so the teacher was like “issok boi, i gotchu.”
and by that his teacher meant “lemme hit you up with the only student who i know can do this bc im not dealing with your crap”
idk if your life is all sorted or you just don’t seem to have one but you happily agreed tho bc why the hek not
hence why you enter the school library and start searching for this student
you weren’t really expecting much bc you’re obviously used to helping other people when it comes to academic things
bUT HOT DAMN THIS CUTE GUY WITH A SMOL ASS HEAD STARTS CHALLENGING YOU INTO STARING COMPETITION
and bc he was the only person in that area, you assumed that he was the one you were gonna teach
i mean you were prepared to teach him
didn’t mean you were prepared for the fact that he was really handsome
you walked up to him with an apologetic smile bc even if you came right on time, he still had to wait and you felt guilty for that
“sorry, were you waiting long? i didn’t know you’d come earlier.”
meanwhile jinyoung’s just staring at you, looking all flustered and cute bc he’s freaking out on the inside
he just doesn’t know what to do in front of you so he simply shakes his head bc sha sha sha yknow
so there’s like this five second silence of awkwardness before you flash a smile at him
and your smile makes him feel alive again like is that even possible when he’s been living the entire time
“well i’m y/n and i’m going to tutor you from now on but don’t fret, i’m not that strict and as your tutor, i’ll do my hardest to make things easier for you to understand but don’t be shy and speak up if you have issues okay?”
he’s not really giving you a reply bc he’s just listening to how nice your voice is since it’s really soft and gentle
after all he hears on a daily is daehwi whining and jihoon with his stupid aegyo experiments so your voice is something he could get used to
but bc he aint answering, you’re just looking at him waiting for a reply and he’s making this entire thing more awkward than it should be so he just nods
apparently for you, that nod is enough to make you feel happy and giddy so your smile widens and he swears that the whole room just became brighter
“so, do you wanna get started??”
tIME SKIP WHOOSH WHOOSH BOIS
okay so you’ve been tutoring for about a few months, three days a week
at first he clearly wasn’t the talker but that was okay
your social skills were as good as the visuals this boi was blessing you
but bc you were really friendly, he opened up to you pretty quick
and now he’s just being a little piece of r00d crap
nowadays he’s treating you like you’re the younger one by patting your head and using his height advantage to tower over you before giving you that damn cheeky smile
sometimes he even drops honourifics and calls you whatever he feels like
“did you just call me a little kid- ” “no, sunbaenim. i didn’t say that you must have been hearing things.”
lol who says you were complaining tho, you’re growing fond of him
but ofc i made you oblivious so you wouldnt really know that you’re not just fond of him, you like him ahah howbowdah
meanwhile underneath cheeky!jinyoung is filled-with-anxiety!jinyoung who ain’t up for the fact that he could get busted anytime soon
busted for numerous reasons
cos for one, he basically knows everything you’re teaching him bc he’s outright smart
that topic that he confessed he was struggling with?
yeah that was highkey a lie, he just didn’t want to outright tell the teacher that he binged watch fancams and fan-made videos of pristin’s joo kyulkyung instead of studying for the exam (pls support pristin btw)
and second, jinyoung may or may not have started liking you
it was weird bc at first he thought he was just sick
but what sickness includes symptoms of making excuses to see a person, trying their hardest to make that person laugh and being restless at night bc all they to do is think about the person??
that’s right folks
influenza
i mean,,,
love yeh that
so those marks of his that doesn’t necessarily show improvement??
lmao jinyoung purposefully answers them incorrectly to keep his scores down
bc you tutoring him is the only way he can keep seeing you
but haha guess what it’s that time of the semester again where he gets more exams
this time tho you were gonna motivate him even more
“okay, baejin.” you say to him, pulling out his favourite drink and placing it on the table
he’s just looking at it with a cheeky grin, “wahh sunbae, i didn’t know you were the type to bribe people.”
you playfully glare at him but a smile still reaches up to your face a nano-second later
“i’m not really the type to and it’s actually my first time.”
jinyoung just grins, his eyes never leaving you as he leans forward on the table, “i must be special then.”
of course, you roll your eyes bc wow this kid used to be so shy towards you at the start and look at the boldness he has now tsk tsk
“you are special.”
enter jinyoung’s heart going ‘dugeun dugeun’ (totally making a snl reference)
jUST KIDDING HIS HEART’S HAVING A HEART ATTACK IT’S DOING BACKFLIPS IN HIS CHEST
ok ok why am i getting excited i know the ending to this wheezes
“ever since mr. jung gave me the responsibility to tutor, your grades also falls into my hands,” you begin in a rather serious tone that is immediately contrasted when he sees you grin again, “and whilst there isn’t really noticeable changes onto your results, this test might determine things so i’d like to propose a deal with you.”
jinyoung simply raises an eyebrow cos he aint taking you seriously after all the silly antics you’ve been showing him for the past few months
“y’know, this would have been more effective at the start when i actually took you a little more seriously, sunbae.”
“well, i didn’t think of it earlier okay! i’m human too,” you slam your fists on the table gently with a pout,
srsly not a good idea to be happily stuffing your face with food bc he took a lot of photos of you, reasoning that “you’re just too cute. i can’t help that.”
“bUT OI- IM NOT DONE YET. LISTEN TO ME.”
jinyoung just watches you, laughing to himself bc you’re cute when you’re annoyed. “okay, okay i’m listening.”
“right, well if you get at least over 90% for two out of your upcoming exams - regardless of any subject, i’ll reward you by granting your wish.”
lmao this boi was doing his best to maintain a poker face and not let out that mischievous smile of his bc he’s gonna pass these test with flying colours.
“well what if i don’t get a 90% for my exams?” he questions causing you to think about it.
“i don’t know, you can be my slave for three months or something. i’ll think of the consequences later but do we have a deal or not?”
he leans back on his chair, holding his chin almost as if he’s thinking about it thoroughly
a huge lie cos he’s just damn pretending
“hmmm, 90% for all exams and you have yourself a deal.” jinyoung says with a confident smile
you let out a sound of approval, slowly clapping “since when was little jinyoung so confident? are you sure?”
“of course! so deal?” he extends his hand
grinning, you take his hand and firmly shake it, “deal.”
wHOOP WHOOP ANOTHER TIME SKIP COS HAHA WHY NOT.
you were waiting for him to arrive, casually sipping your favourite drink and his on the table
once you see him enter the library, you instantly jump out of your seat
his exams are finished and the results have been finalised, resting in his bag
but he’s walking towards you with an unreadable expression
suddenly you’re feeling anxious and worried bc he looks upset and you don’t like seeing him sad
“baejin...did it not go well...?”
he’s looking down, not giving a reply and just lets out a sigh
your heart’s close to breaking bc he must have put so much effort and hardwork into studying
yet the next thing you know
there are these exam papers on the table and it certainly aint yours so you look over them
and all his exam papers were all marked with a’s and nothing below 95%
so now you’re just confused and standing there frozen bc your brain isn’t processing it well
five seconds later you look up at him, a fist raised in the air bc you were gonna punch this guy for tricking you
your tears were gonna come out wth this guy srsly
but you see that smile of his, eyes filled with so much joy that you can’t help to forgive him
“yah! i got so scared - i was gonna start crying.” you whine, slapping his arm lightly
jinyoung just lets out a laugh, ruffling your hair. “sorry, i just wanted to tease you a little.”
you roll your eyes but still grin, “whatever, weirdo but i guess i have to keep the promise so as a reward, i will grant one of your wishes! have you thought about it yet??”
he sends you a wide smile before nodding, “yeap.”
“okay, what is it?”
“spend a day out with me.” jinyoung says but instantly back pedals by stuttering a little, “i mean - if you want to though. i’m not forcing you or a-anything.”
you look a him, trying your hardest not to blush and ignoring that slight skipping of your heart. “so, like a date basically?”
“i-if you want to consider it as a d-date.”
“okay. it’s a date then.”
jinyoung just pauses then looks at you with widened eyes, “wait- what?! really? you’d go on a date with me?”
so now he’s just freaking out mentally and emotionally bc he was expecting a cold-hard rejection
he even practiced the situation with daehwi
you’re just laughing, shaking your head in amusement bc this boy can be really cute, “yeah why not? it’s not every day i get asked out by a cute guy.”
jinyoung with his red ears, blushing cheeks and grin that goes from ear-to-ear feels like celebrating
he could go on the table and just dance right there and then if he had no self control
“but can i ask you something?” you stretch your arm to poke his cheek and he immediately nods his head
“how did you get above 90% for all your exams? i thought you were struggling with these concepts.”
jinyoung sends you one hell of a mischievous grin and you can sort of tell that something isn’t right, slightly stepping backwards as he begins to explain, “i may or may not have been lying about my low grades...?”
“oH MY GOD. BAE JINYOUNG - WERE YOU JUST TRICKING ME THE ENTIRE TIME??”
“ONLY BECAUSE I LIKE YOU! FROM NOW ON, YOU HOLD RESPONSIBLE FOR MY GRADES AND MY HEART.”
“THAT DOESN’T MAKE UP FOR IT - i mean it does bUT STILL! COME BACK HERE!”
and hence to end the day, jinyoung blasts out the library and into the beautiful sunset, laughing away as you start to follow suit and beginning the chasing game.
#bae jinyoung#jinyoung#wanna one#wanna one scenarios#wanna one imagines#baejin#jinyoung imagines#jinyoung scenarios#produce 101#pd101 season 2#so many words#im so sorry#i hope you like it
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In Time
pairing: Jimin x [y/n]
genre: angst, idk anymore
warnings: none?????
word count: 2382
this was inspire by monsta x’s - in time
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There it was again with its oddly soothing yet haunting melody that once lulled Jimin to sleep. The little dancer boy continued to twirl, along with its little dancer girl beside him. It has been so long since Jimin has last seen you - and that last time was when the incident happened, which caused the two of you to separate and never meet again.
“No, [y/n], you won’t have a bright future if you keep on insisting on taking up such ridiculous dreams.” your grandfather barked, hand tightly wrapped around your arm as you tried to wiggle your way out from his frasp - eyes glistening with tears as you looked at Jimin, pleading him to do something. “I will have a bright future, and I’ll prove it to you. If you think so lowly of dancing, then it just shows how uneducated you are--” Each and every word that flowed from your mouth angered your grandfather more by the second. Rage boiled through his veins, and soon, realizing what you have done has hurt his ego. He barely had the chance to think of his actions when his hand came swinging down on your cheeks - the loud crack of skin contacting skin echoed off the walls. Gasps then followed, eye widen in surprise as they couldn’t believe what just happened.
Soon, pain started to spread all throughout your cheek as it glowed in a bright shade of red - the same shade of red that matched your grandfather’s hand. The excruciating pain was enough to have your tears brim down your cheeks. “This unforgivable act of your will only lead you to failure,” your grandfather gritted his teeth as he shot your parents a knowing glare. “I gave the two of you enough time to mold this child into someone who’s going to receive a ton of praises, and yet here she is, a spoiled brat that has lowly dreams." Glancing at his men, your grandfather briefly nods his head and you were then soon taken away. Screams were then heard, and Jimin, being only thirteen at that time, only had the choice staring at you with eyes screaming in pain. He was tightly held back by his parents, stopping him creating additional rucus.
“Where do you think you’re taking her, dad?!” your mother screamed, arms flailing as she tried to tackle her father - but only to be stopped by your father. “You don’t need to know, honey. It’s your fault that this happened,” The words that left his mouth was already enough to have your mother bawling her eyes out in anger, heart aching to see her daughter taken away for some foolish reason. “Now that my job here is finished, I shall take my leave then.”
The men trailed behind your grandfather’s retreating figure. Everyone was left devastated at the sudden happenings, and with sad eyes, all they could do was pray for your safety - except for Jimin, who have had enough of the crap that was happening. Pulling his arms away from his parents grasps, he stared at the four adults standing before him. His chests was rising up and down, huffing and puffing as he tried to hold back his tears. “How could you just let that happen?! You know that she loves to dance, you know that her dream was to be on stage!” He screamed loud enough for everyone to hear. “You know that it was OUR dream of becoming dancers. And yet, here you are, you can’t even stop that old man from taking her away from you.”
“Jimin!” Mr. Park, Jimin’s father, yelled. Jimin was getting out of hand with his words but despite the sudden raise of voice from his father, this didn’t stop him from continuing. “If you think that this is disrespecting, then what do you call the actions that the old man did? Wasn’t that disrespecting [y/n]’s decisions?”
“You know what, I’m out. I’ve had enough of this nonsense.”
Poking the little dancer boy with his slender finger, Jimin couldn’t help but let out a sigh. His heart continues to ache when he’s reminded of your smile, your laugh, or even just you in general. You were his everything, you were his partner, you were his twin, and you were his best friend. The bestest friend that a boy could ever have. Yet, here he was, staring at the music box that you both once shared a long time ago.
“I should stop this,” he mutters under his breath as he was once again reminded of you.
Lifting his hand to close the tiny music box, he stops midway as he couldn’t bring himself to close it when his eyes landed on the little dancer boy. It was just like back in the days, the two of you joined the same dance class. The two of you paired up and being just little kids, both of you tried your best in learning the contemporary dance that was taught to the two of you. All of the hours of practice paid off as the two of you received good remarks from the teachers - encouraging the two of you to hone your talents and pursue your dreams in becoming one of the world’s well-known dancers.
“Jimin-ah, come on! We need to practice more.” the eight year old you beamed, extending a hand to the eight year old Jimin - meeting his sweet eyes that soon vanished as he flashed you his signature smile. “Fine, this will be the last for tonight right?” he asked as he wrap his hand around yours. “Yes, yes! After this, let’s grab some ice cream before we head home okay?” Giggling at your silly antics, Jimin just nodded his head in response.
Soon, you were the one who is being dragged in the center of the room. “Stay there while I ready the music.” Jimin commanded as he rushed towards the small casset player, pressing on the play button and rushing back to you with a big smile - positioning the two of you before the beat started.
“Ready?” he asked with eyes staring right into yours. “Ready.” and with that, the two of you focused on your steps. Letting the melody take over your every limb, the two of you continued to do the steps until the music slowly died down. “That was great!” you squealed in glee. Your hands was wrapped around Jimin’s, twirling him around with a big smile plastered on both of your faces.
Coming into an abrupt stop, along with fruity laughs leaving your lips, Jimin looks at you once again in the eyes. “Hey [y/n], let’s stay by each other’s side until we achieve our dreams of becoming one of the well-known dancers in the entire world okay?” Jimin holds up his pinky in front of your face, making you burst out laughing.
“Okay, I promise.” Without any hesitation, you linked your pinky with his and beamed. “Now, how about we go grab some ice cream?” You asked as you grabbed both of your bags. “Alright, let’s go.” Turning off the lights, Jimin and you skipped your way out of the studio with arms linked around each other.
Throughout the whole walk back to your neighborhood, Jimin couldn’t help but smile to himself, his heart soon engulfed with the warm feeling of having you by his side - smiling from ear to ear.
“Hey, [y/n],” Jimin called out as he finally sights both of your family’s apartments. Receiving a soft ‘mmm’ as a response from you, Jimin looks up at the starry night and said, “Don’t leave me, no matter what happens okay?” Weirded out by his sudden remark, you couldn’t help but stop him with eyebrows furrowed. “I would never leave you, Jimin. And if I ever I do, I would swear to come back and find you.” Jimin coudln’t help but laugh at your response.
“That’s a relief. It’s getting late already, come on!”
And yet, here he was, the only one left to finally achieve that dream. “Damn it, Jimin, just close the thing already!” Slamming the music box shut, Jimin couldn’t help but slowly fall on to his knees - heart aching at how much he’s missed you, at how much he just wants to see your face one last time, and at how his life felt so empty without you in it. She’ll be sad when he sees you like this, Jimin grits his teeth in frustration, fingers curling up into fists until his knuckles turned white. He knew that his conscience was right but wasn't it unfair for him? Wasn't it unfair for him to be the only one to feel such emotions when he doesn't even know if you remember him or not?
"Hey, get a hold of yourself, Jimin. This won't help you get through this if you're going to be like that." The voice of his older friend was enough to have his emotions to finally explode. It was never a bad thing to let all the pent-up emotions just spill away. “But isn’t it unfair, hyung? Being the only one to feel such pain, isn’t that unfair?” Jimin questions as he looks back at the older lad standing right by the door, looking at him with a glint of sadness in their eyes.
“Yoongi hyung, answer me.” the younger lad pleaded with eyes brimming with tears. “I don’t know what to do with my life anymore.. ever since they left without leaving any trace of where they’d take her, do you think that I’d be in the right state of mind after that?”
Yoongi couldn’t bear to see his younger brother like this, he couldn’t bear another day to see him breaking down whenever he opens the damned music box that held all the memories of the two of you.
“I know where you can find her, Jimin,” Yoongi says while pulling out an envelope out from his coat. For the past years, Yoongi didn't speak of his plan of looking for you. He searched at every nook and cranny of each province, and to the extent, he even searched for you in the States, in hopes of finding you there before resuming his search on the other provinces that were left unsearched. And after all those hard work and effort, he was finally able to trace you down. You were living in Busan, laying low and slowly honing your skills in dancing after how many years of being isolated in a claustrophobic room with books that screamed expectations and toxicity.
"What?" Every single word that left Yoongi's lips sounded like a different language to him, and just hearing your name had his mind spinning. "I bought you a ticket back to Busan. She just recently moved there, in hopes of having a new life there." Walking up to the younger lad, Yoongi abruptly stops right in front of him and kneels down to hand him the white envelope. "Here," taking his hands in his, he carefully yet firmly places the envelope in his palms and smiles. "I know how much she means to you, so I decided to look for her on your behalf... I'm sorry if it took hyung so long to find her."
Staring at his palms, Jimin couldn’t believe what was happening right now. Unable to utter a response, Yoongi couldn’t help but ruffle the younger one’s hair before letting out the words that had Jimin bowing his head down on the floor with gratitude. “Your mom also helped in searching for her, and when I told her that I found her, she had already readied your things in hopes to see you smile.”
"T-thank you so much, hyung.” Jimin cries out as he continues to have his head down on the floor, staining it with nothing but the tears that he shed. The warmth of Yoongi’s hand rubbing his back was enough to have him ease up. “Come on, stop crying. We wouldn’t want you to miss the plane, would we now?” Lifting his head up to meet the soft smile plastered on Yoongi’s face, Jimin slowly finds his smile back and soon enough, he pulls the older one into a hug. “Thank you, hyung. I owe you a lot for this.”
“Now, come on, your ride’s waiting for you.”
Various types of music danced through the walls of the building that stood right in front of Jimin. It was a place filled with greenery, a place to keep the people there at bay from potential problems and stress. Quietly making his way to the room where you were currently practicing in, Jimin could feel his heart rate rise at the thought of seeing you. It was just like how he felt when he realized that you were the one that he wanted to spend his life with ever since day one of your friendship.
Peeking through the tiny window of the door, as if the heavens have heard his prayers, he sees you gracefully dancing to the melody. A melody that felt so familiar to have Jimin feel the gush of adrenaline rushing through his veins. You were so engrossed in letting the melody take over your whole body that you had your eyes closed. Wrapping his fingers around the doorknob, he slowly twists it open - allowing his body to enter the studio with ease. He was able to see you, finally. Slowly walking up towards you, he didn’t dare to let you out from his sight as he was scared that you might disappear like a dream.
The bag that he was holding was then dropped on the floor when you finally opened your eyes, stopping on the spot as the music finally died down. “J... Jimin?” you ask as you watch him cover his mouth, eyes soon brimming down with tears that he had held back for so long. Without answering you, Jimin didn’t think twice but to run towards you and pull you into his arms after how long God knows.
Burying his face in your shoulders, Jimin finally lets out the words that he has longed to say to you. “You don’t know how much I missed you, [y/n]. M-my life has been so empty when you left.” The smell that you once were so used to finally dances through your nose, letting the thought of having Jimin hugging you for the first time after how many years finally sink in. Without much hesitation you snake your arms around his waist, pulling him closer to you as you cherish the feeling of having him in your arms. Oh, how long have you yearned for his touch, his voice and just everything about him.
All those years of being separated from him felt like you were losing yourself. “Is it really you?” Jimin asks, hands cupping your cheeks as he pulls away from the hug. His eyes continued to glisten with tears as he stared at your face, taking in your beauty as he starts to imprint these beautiful features in his mind. He couldn’t believe that he’d be staring at the eyes that he loved the most, the pair of eyes that always had him losing himself in the depths of it. Nodding your head in response, you lean in to rest your forehead against his. “It’s me, Jimin. Oh God, I missed you too so much Jimin,” you mutter under your breath as you continued to take in the moment.
With the sudden appearance of the person whom you loved the most was overwhelming enough to have you bursting out into tears when you finally, finally realized that everything was real - it was just like in your dreams every night. "How’d you find me?” you voice out once you felt the warmth of his thumbs when he wiped away the tears that stained your cheeks. “A friend of mine helped me... he searched for you for years until he found you here - at the place where everything started for the two of us.”
However, everything seemed to crash down as you realized that you’ll be taken again once more if your grandfather hears about you meeting Jimin. You were slowly losing your cool, your eyes shaking as you suddenly felt helpless. “J-jimin... I’d be taken away if grandfather’s men see you here.” you voice out, heart slowly being wrapped around the hands of fear. “But I just arrived. [y/n], don’t let him take over your life... don’t let him take you away from me again.” The tears of happiness that streamed down Jimin’s cheeks were now replaced with tears of sadness, fear, and anger. He hated the thought of having you taken away from him after all these years.
He had you in his arms now, but he’s gonna lose you once again. “I can’t, Jimin, I just can’t... I’m scared--”
“Run away with me, [y/n]. I can give you the life that you’ve always wanted. I just... don’t want you to disappear.” Jimin pleads as he cups your hands. “I love you so much, [y/n]. I really do and just thinking about losing you again pains me. It feels like I’m gonna lose my mind if I’d just let go of you when I’ve finally found you.” He loves me? you thought as you stared at him. He loves me just the way I l loved him all these years despite being gone for how long God knows?
"You love me?”
Nodding his head, Jimin tightens his grip on your hands and said, “I loved you since the day we met, [y/n], and still will I continue to love you. Just don’t leave me like how you left me before. I can’t lose you now.. so please, please run away with me.”
It was as if Jimin was sent by the heavens above as the light to finally guide you back into your life - out from the grasp of darkness. Running away with him would give you eternal happiness. There would be no more constant pressure on your behalf and the constant of fear will soon vanish - as it was Jimin, who would continue to love you for who you are and who would continue to support you in achieving the dream that you both once promised each other.
“Let’s make a new life together, [y/n]. Just you and me.”
The thought of making a new life together had your eyes sparkle, just the way how it sparkled way back when everything was fine with just you and Jimin in the picture. “I’ll run away with you,” after some time of thinking it through, you were finally determined to leave the past behind you and live your life with him. With his hand already in yours, you smile at him and tug him towards the exit after picking up both of your bags.
“Come on, let’s go. We have to go an grab some ice cream before starting our new life together.” Chuckling at how you’ve never changed, Jimin nods his head and takes in both of your bags in his hand and leads you out of the building. The walk was quiet but it was comforting in a way that you didn’t want to end it. With his hand in yours, it was ethereal and you wouldn’t want to trade anything for it.
“Hey, Jimin,” you call out as you look up at the sky, watching the flock of birds fly with such grace and unison. “What is it?” He asks, his gaze now fixated on you.
“Thank you and I love you.” Watching how the corner of his lips tug upwards, you shyly stopped him before planting a kiss on his lips - a seal to commemorate your love and life with him. Jimin, who was caught off-guard, couldn’t help but smile at your crazy antics. Raising both of your hands up to his lips, he softly kisses the back of your hand and looks away with his smile never leaving his lips.
“I love you too, [y/n].”
a/n: it has been a long time since i’ve last written a legit scenario/fanfic(??). so i apologize if ever there are misspelled words, sentences that are structured wrongly, or wrong grammar ;; but i hope you guys enjoy(?) or like this scenario with Jimin. i’ve been thinking of writing more scenarios of bts, so i might post more in the future. and this post is also to commemorate another milestone for this Tumblr page of mine, which is reaching 2k followers! thank you, everyone, for being with me throughout these past months and for making me a part of your life here on Tumblr. I hope you guys have a good day/night!
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Kissed By An Angel
Pairing: Sam/Castiel, background Dean/Lucifer
Rating: Gen
Tone: humor, fluff
Summary: Sam has a good time explaining an obscure holiday tradition to Castiel.
Word count: 1510 (I’m apparently incapable of writing anything under 1,000 words idk)
Prompt: I saw Person A kissing Person B under the mistletoe
Tags: humor, fluff, adorbsness ahoy, holidays, Christmas, kissing under the mistletoe, Dean ships it, Lucifer ships it
Written for day 5 of @webcricket’s 2017 Supernatural Advent Calendar Challenge.
Tagging: @brieflymaximumprincess
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Castiel stares up at the leafy green plant hanging from the top of the door jamb, head tilted to the side and eyebrows squished together. “I do not understand what a parasitical plant has to do with kissing.” In his hand he rolls the small, pearly white berry he gathered from the plant between his fingers, careful not to squish it.
Sam clamps his lips together and swallows the laugh bubbling up in his chest. Making fun of the angel won’t help him understand obscure human holiday traditions any better than he already doesn’t, though the light-hearted teasing would probably sail right over his head and leave him none the wiser.
“It’s just something humans do,” Sam says, tugging on the lapels of Castiel’s trench coat to pull him closer. “Stand under the mistletoe, pull off a berry each time you kiss, and when there’s no more berries, you’re done.” To prove his point, he leans down and gently brushes a kiss against the angel’s chapped pink lips. Castiel hums approvingly, and a warmth that has nothing to do with the heat from the stove where Dean is cooking dinner bursts into his chest.
When they pull apart, Castiel holds the berry out to Sam like a solemn priest bestowing a ritual artifact upon a worshipper. Oooh. That thought gives Sam an idea for roleplay later. “Here is your berry,” Castiel says in that gravelly deep voice of his, “though I don’t think this exchange is very fair to you.”
Smiling, Sam plucks the small white berry from the angel’s palm and tucks it in the left breast pocket of his flannel over shirt. “Why’s that?”
“You gave me a delightful kiss, and I gave you the fruit of a plant that sucks the life and vitality from its host.”
Pressing a hand to his mouth, Sam bites down hard on his lip to hide the grin threatening to bloom across his face. “You sure have a way with words, Cas,” he says in a wheezy voice full of choked back laughter. He kind of wishes he was recording this, because the angel’s earnest inability to understand that it’s just a dumb tradition is too funny.
If he notices that Sam’s on the brink of cackling like a wicked witch, Castiel doesn’t show it. He dips his head and thanks Sam for the compliment. “Now I believe it’s your turn, Sam,” he says, as serious as if he’s reciting wedding vows. And that’s not really a thought Sam needs right now, because it’s a nice thought and he likes it too much, and it seems like everything that he likes ends up crumbling to dust in his hands. Or dying. Besides, this is just supposed to be something silly and fun. And they don’t even know what “they” are, yet.
But what if…? It couldn’t hurt to play a little, right? (Rehearse, a voice at the back of his mind coughs, but he shoves that thought back where it came from.) Straightening to his full height, he schools his features as best he can and gazes down into Castiel’s deep blue eyes. In his little fantasy, Castiel is in a white tux with a black tie, and Sam himself is in a complimenting black tux with a white tie. “Ready when you are,” he murmurs, heart scudding in his chest at the idea of making his daydream real.
He remembers too late that, powered down though he may be, Castiel can still read his mind, especially when his emotions are cranked up to eleven like they are now. Castiel’s eyes widen and his lips part slightly, and Sam knows the angel has caught on to Sam’s pipe dream. A hot flush creeps up the back of his neck and he stares down at his boots. Way to go, Sam. You killed that nice, happy moment like a boss, he mentally grouses at himself.
Cool, slender fingers slide under his chin and tilt it up until he’s staring down into Castiel’s eyes, soft and shining with millennia upon millennia of wisdom and…something else that makes Sam’s breath catch in his throat. “I’m ready,” Castiel says in a rough whisper that sends a shiver down Sam’s spine.
This kiss is different than the one Sam gave Castiel only moments ago. Hell, it’s different than any kiss they’ve shared before. It’s slow and warm and simple, yet so much more than just the pleasure of sensitive skin on skin. Sam has no words to describe it. Sighing, he cups Castiel’s face in his hands and lets himself get lost in the moment, the feeling of warm skin beneath his palms, of Castiel’s body flush to his own, his arms tight around Sam’s waist and shoulders. A scent like night and earth and honeysuckle wafts around them, and it’s the axis on which Sam’s whole world spins.
Rap-rap-rap. “When you two lovebirds are done eating each other’s faces, dinner’s on the table,” Dean says, voice oozing smugness like a parent who just caught two kids acting naughty.
Sam starts. He’d been so caught up in Castiel, he hadn’t even heard Dean approach. Castiel, of course, is the epitome of poise. Completely ignoring Dean, he pulls away from Sam, lips plump and damp, and skims the back of his hand down Sam’s face. “That was wonderful,” he murmurs, the corners of his mouth tugging up at the edges in the closest thing to a genuine smile Sam's ever seen on his stern face.
Sam feels gratified to see a faint blush pinking the angel’s cheeks, because he can feel an identical one warming his own. “Yeah. Yeah it was,” he says, tracing the prominent ridges of the angels’ cheekbones with the pads of his thumbs.
Dean loudly clears his throat. “FYI, me an’ Luce ain’t waiting for you two,” he announces, then heads back to the kitchen and starts good-naturedly razzing Lucifer about piling microwaved veggie patties and actual vegetables onto his hamburger bun instead of the cheese stuffed burgers Dean apparently “slaved” over all afternoon.
Shaking his head at his brother’s antics, Sam squeezes Castiel’s shoulders and then forces himself to pull apart from the angel. Immediately he mourns the loss of warmth and sense of connection. “I guess we better get in there if we want anything to eat. You know how those two get.”
Castiel nods. “Our brothers would put a pack of starving hyenas to shame.”
Sam really does laugh this time, because the mental image of Dean and Lucifer crouched over a fresh kill (or, in Lucifer’s case, a pile of fresh fruit and veggies), growling and snarling at anyone who tries to butt in, is just too funny. “C’mon,” he says, grinning as he turns toward the kitchen and the sound of playfully rude banter and the smell of Dean’s famous burgers.
Before he can get two steps, a hand falls on his shoulder. “Aren’t you forgetting something, Sam?” Castiel asks, looking pointedly up at the mistletoe.
Sam mentally smacks himself in the forehead. The berry. “Oh. Right.” Reaching up, he pulls a berry off the plant and hands it to Castiel with a lopsided smile. “Here you go. Payment for, like, the best kiss I think I’ve ever had.”
Unless Sam is imagining things, and he’s pretty sure he’s not, the blush coloring Castiel’s face deepens. “I will treasure it,” the angel says as he takes the berry from Sam and slips it in one of the pockets of his trench coat.
Sam has no doubt he will.
BONUS SCENE
Dean cackles and takes a swig of his beer as Lucifer pauses the video while Sam and Castiel are mid-kiss. “It’s like watching a friggin’ chick flick, man.”
Lucifer snickers along with him and playfully nudges Dean’s shoulder with his own. “Aren’t they adorable,” he croons, zooming in on their brothers’’ love-struck faces. “I think we just watched them get married.”
Dean shudders and takes a huge gulp. “Dude, don’t say that,” he moans. “I’m not ready to walk my baby brother down the aisle.”
Grinning, Lucifer hits ‘play’ and the video starts up again. The soft little moans their little brothers were making while locking lips would make a porn star proud. He doubts they even knew their desire for each other was so…audible.
Tilting his head back, Dean finishes off his beer and settles the empty bottle on the end table next to the sofa with a muted rattle of glass on wood. “Good enough for blackmail?” he asks, stretching his arms overhead and rolling his neck from side to side to loosen some of the kinks he got slaving all day in the kitchen.
Lucifer can practically feel those proverbial horns sprouting from his head. “Oh Hell yeah.”
Despite the dastardly duo’s intentions, the video ends up being used less as blackmail and more to embarrass the newly married couple at their wedding a year later. Sam berates Dean for projecting it on a screen during cake, but he looks so much like a tomato in a tux that all Dean and Lucifer do is laugh and give each other high fives.
The joke’s on them when Sam and Castiel return the prank on their wedding day only a few months later.
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7 Famous White Feminists Im So Over
The Urban Dictionary
White Feminism is nowa popular term owing to the abundance of white celebs taking advantage of the movement to further their own interestand career, usually without extending female solidarity or tackling relevant social issues such as trans-womens rights, Hollywoods whitewashing, invisibility of the disabled, police brutality, cultural appropriation, or institutional racism.
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While this type of feminism raises a certain level of awareness to SOME feminist issues, it is harmful in that it paints a negative picture of the overall movement and thusgives dumb, ignorant boys an excuse to create sexist memes so they can call anyone who gets offended as Do not misunderstand me, I do not blame White Feminism as the sole reason why people, especially on the internet, immediately reject the importance and essence of feminism (sad online gnomes who are super bored with their lives and are desperate to be edgy should be held accountable for their own short-sightedness). My point is I would be very unglad if young women were led to believe by their idols that womens rights, solidarity, and empowerment are purely about #squadgoals, #actlikeaman, and #fuckdiets.
Rebecca Vorick, Feminism 101: What Is White Feminism?
Whether as individuals or celebrities, I dont hate the women that I will listbelow, but I do loathe their rejection of intersectional feminism, their habit of whining towards critics, and their collective willfulinabilityto acknowledge andlearn from their white privileged ways.
So here I present to you the role models for White Feminism and why they hella suck:
The Holy Trinity
1. Amy Schumer
Meghan Demaria
The first time I discovered Amy was from her movie after it got rave reviews from critics despite her character being obnoxiousas hell. Hollywood was abuzz with this funny, feminist, body-positive woman. Then I came across this article on her racist antics specifically about her controversial video parody of Beyoncs pro-black . I googled more and found out shes said a ton of racially insensitive things such as that time she joked Mexican men are rapists;or when she was bummed because no lesbians hit on her at a lesbian bar (was she thinking or what?); or when she implied men of color cat-call women more than white men do.
– If your career is built at the expense of minorities whom you mock and dehumanize, then your comedy is probably lazy, gross, and stale tbh. To quote Nathan Robinson but Amys jokes, as the Guardian explains,
If people pointout repeatedly you are racist and you can only respond along the lines of MAYBE you should self-reflectand make an effort to see WHY youre constantly criticized for your tasteless words instead of issuing another hollow Amys PR apologies, like many forced White Feminist apologies, count for nothing until she stops making feebleminded jokes that cater exclusively to a white American audience. Contrary to what Amy has claimed, she doesnt take responsibility for her words and doesnt use criticism against her in order to evolve as an artist and person. Instead she firmly stands her ground, proceeds to produce the same tired material, and shouts
TLDR, Amy, making and being slightly chubby does not a feminist make. No volume of laughter can drown out the fact youre a racist.
2. Lena Dunham
Lena, Lena, Lena. Oh, god, where do I begin?
Rebecca Carroll
If White Feminism were a video game, Lena Dunham would be that aggravating, seemingly unbeatable self-entitled boss villain at the end of the game that suddenly comes alive after you defeat it, cackling at you as it escapes into Video Game Part 2. Without her, the other mini-bosses might not have been enabled. She is the head of the White Feminist hydra whose foot-in-the-mouth diseasereaches far and wide.
"White Feminism" BINGO card. I have experienced ALL of these. Ugh. (From feministbingocards on Tumblr) http://pic.twitter.com/rUo4JubVeO
— Trudy (@thetrudz) February 6, 2015
Which brings me to why shes tied with Amy and why she is THE poster child for White Feminism (I only placed Amy first because I personally find her more unbearable). Because Lena, Amy, and friends are praised as feminist heroines, they and their careers get away virtually unscathed ifthey carelessly make racist, homophobic, or transphobic remarks. While Amy is guilty of proudly creating insipid humor, Lenas affronts are more unsettling.
Shes incredibly narcissistic as shown when she ranted (as in seriously, as in not a joke) about being offended by a black man not flirting with her and when she confessed shed never had an abortion but wished she had one (gurl, there are other ways to drawawareness on an issue without making it about yourself); her tv show supposedly represents feminism but only casts white girls and downplays sexual assault;she repeatedly objectifies black male bodies;she stated unbelievably ignorant gibberish about India and penned a sexist essay on Japan;she tweeted a racist joke about Asians; her view towards Rihannas abusive relationshipis perplexing; she doesnt acknowledge her success was heavily influenced by her wealthy familys connections; and she may have outed her sister to their parents without consent.
Theres also the questionable incident with said sister that Lena wrote of in her book I mean kids do weird crap and girls should be allowed to discover and explore their bodies and do naive stuff, but IDK what to sayabout this one so Ill just quote this anonymous comment on Jezebels article:
And this one by redditor scdi:
Plus this one by Victoria Brownworth:
While Im all for women being shameless in their self-love, theres nothing really new or groundbreaking with Lenas capitalist-centric feminism. Her work has indisputably raisedthe spotlight on important womens issues such as abortion and sexual autonomy, but is that enough given the harm shes done to feminism, to people of color, to LGBTQ+? She invites women to support her and her show because girl power, but hasnt bothered to address intersectionality and diversity, much less internalize any negative comments towards her regarding the above-mentioned stunts.
Lena Dunhams feminism is tone deaf. Theres nothing empowering about a classist, rich, privileged white girl who, like her counterpart Amy, contributes nothing profound or of actual substance for womens issues and is averse to improving her advocacy. I just I cant anymore. Lena, please ssssh.
If youre like me and youre done with Lena DONEham, check out some of the silly things shes saidhere.
3. Taylor Swift
My problematic fave! Who knew she was trouble when she walked in? T-Swizzles damsel-in-distress feminism may not be as toxic as Lena Dunhams, but its still clear as dishwater.
Taylor primarily rose as a status symbol for geeky shy girls, but even then people were already dissing Americas sweetheart. Somewhere along the way it became uncool to hate on Tay-Tay (whether legitimately or not), especially after Kanye stole her moment during the 2009 VMA.
Alas, regardless how polished and sweet your public persona is, if theres dirtunder all that sugar itll inevitably seep through bit by bit.Besides,any person who learns his/her feminism from Lena Dunham should not be trusted.
Ill sayTaylor is a hypocrite. Once upon a time she asserted she was not a feminist until one day she realized feminism is prettyradand helps her brandas an artist(plus it can be handy to dismiss your critics as). Of course its perfectly fine to change your opinion as you mature and learn from your initially confused view of feminism, but weve yet to see Taylor own up her missteps and strive for change.
She built an empire by portraying an angelic female whose biggest enemy is the sexualother female who steals her mans attention, and she exemplified this when she shit on Camille Belles career because Camille dated Taylors ex. She called her clique of BFFs to film a music video to drag Katy Perry after a feud. She accused Nicki Minaj of thereby overshadowingNickis discussion on her legitimate struggles as a black female artist and yet its Taylors character thats being assassinated? K.
Additionally, Taylor seems to be unaware of her privilege as a white woman; she culturally appropriates POC and uses them as props in her videos; her #squad is not inclusive; and her latest drama with Kanye contributes to the stereotypeof the angry black man vsthe innocent, faultless white woman. She also contendsthat if you are female and you do not support her, then there is aspecial place in hellfor you. Her self-serving feminism needs work because her white privilege is showing (and probably stressing out her PR team) and her constantly being marketed as a modern feminist despite her problematic-ness may detrimentally impact her young, impressionable fans.
For more examples of Taylor Swifts misguided feminism, I compiled a page of quotes on Quote Catalog which you can view by clicking here.
Honorable Mentions
4. Tina Fey
Jamie Peck
Tina, while undoubtedly very talented and funny, has stated in a 2009 Vanity Fair interview that (after her husband visited a strip club) she disapproves of strippers because “we need to be better than that”.Meanwhile she has no qualms about slamming sex workers as the punch line to her jokes. Self-worth does not equate to modesty, Tina!
Besides these, shewas complicit in a cast members terminationfrombecausethe actresswas not conventionally attractive. Then there was that episode from her other show that bordered on racist and the other one that parodied a famous doctors appearance which may or may not haveaddedto the doctors depression.
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5. Jennifer Lawrence
Ugh.
I wouldnt have included J. Law here but thenshe wrote that patronizing open letter about the US Presidential elections expressing that loving your neighbors was the answer to ending racial violence.
While were here, Ill point out she says a lot of dumb shitbelievingshes being quirky (like that time she roasted a foreign reporter for using his phones translator) when shes actually being an asshole. Recently she alsodesecrated and destroyed a sacred Hawaiian relic by scratching her butt on it because, again, she thought it was funny even after guides specifically asked herNOT to touch said relics. Ha. Ha. Ha. I guess?
Hopefully Hollywood realizes feminism isnt mainly about women eating pizzaandnot being a size zero.
6. Miley Cyrus
White Feminism, whats good?
Like every other proper White Feminist, Miley Cyrus uses the movement for her own agenda, exploits people of color, and remains mum on important topics such as Black Lives Matter. She is kind of an expert in perpetuating misogynoir and appropriating black culture. Like shes so good at profiting from black people and reformulating black culture into her own style (then whitesplaining about it) that Nicki Minaj called her out on the 2015 VMA stage.
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Thankfully, Mileys antics seems to have simmered down recently. Lets hope other White Feministstake heed.
7. Meryl Streep / Caitlyn Jenner / Tilda Swinton
This last one was confusing. Thereare just too many White Feminists to choose from! So I mergedthree instead.
Remember that time Meryl Streep erased black peoples struggles by saying or when Caitlyn Jenner (as important as her visibility is) transitioned butdenied that same right forother trans-people?; or when Tilda Swinton broke my GOT-fan-girl heart by playing the asian-friend card with Margaret Choto make herself feel better about accepting a role as a whitewashed character?
Hollywood is flocking with White Feminists who range from annoying to problematic to downright toxic. As much as Western Media tries to shove them down my throat as exceptional feminist figures, they do not successfully represent my generation, my gender or genders issues, or my feminism.
Alternatives?
If you want some examples of non-White Feminists, see: Zendaya, Angela Davis, Ariana Grande, Laverne Cox, Mia Mingus, bell hooks, Malala Yousafzai, Matt McGorry (yes, males can be good feminists, too),Amandla Stenberg, Carrie Fisher, etc.
Some of you may complain but pleaseread the sources. I encourage everyone, especially dissenters, to first click the links above if you have questions regarding the incidents, people, or statements written. The thought pieces/web pages the links lead to will likely be able to address your queries and offer more context and in-depth analysis regarding specific issues.
We need to become responsible for actively educating ourselves rather thanjeering should a feminist raise a concern. On the other hand, although its easy to call out White Feminists and leave it at that, this by itself will not help advance the feminist movement or strengthen solidarity. So if you spot a White Feminist, do not just call them out – call them in, too. Encourageothers to practiceintersectionalityand inclusiveness just in case they have not been schooled on the broader philosophies of feminism.
Last notes: critiquing White Feminist celebs does not diminish whatever kindnessthese ladies have done for othersor commendable work theyve accomplished in their fields or in charities (such as Meryls inspirational Golden Globes speech or Taylors altruism for her fans). You can simultaneously be a good celebrity and generous person, and still be a White Feminist.
Iacknowledge the celebrities mentioned may have already offered apologies or addressed certain matters.Thats fine– everybodys activism is messy or imperfect, and it is understandable that a public figures learning process can be more challenging. As long as one isvisibly trying to make an effort to do better it should be okay. Unfortunately most of the people I mentioned dont seem to care much.
Having well-meaning intentions that falter in execution is simply not good enough anymore.
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