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rat-that-writes · 3 years

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Hi friend!! Do u think u could write something dark x reader (although tbh u can write whichever ego u feel most inspired with--im not picky lol) where reader has had a long day at work and just needs some gentle attention and rest and affection👉👈🥺

a/n: hi <3 this is so cute thank u for the request, really feeling it rn. you can tell how badly i want pizza for dinner. enjoy !

tw: very mild embarrassment, thunder, swearing, food & eating (pizza specifically), use of the word lift instead of elevator lol im scottish dont @ me americans

Slapping down hard on the pavement, your feet carried you hurriedly down the street. It had started raining just ten minutes before you left work. You thought maybe it would have stopped by now, the forecast said it would be clear skies at this time, but no. Definitely not. Heavier than before, the rain soaked through your jacket, trousers, and your shoes. Every step you took you could hear the squelching of your socks against the sole of your boots.

You would have called a cab but of course the weather had also soaked through your pockets, rendering your phone useless until it was dry again. You just had to carry on through the misery until you reached your apartment.

Just when you were approaching your half-way-home mark, a loud crack of thunder rang in your ears, startling you enough for you loose your footing on an uneven tile and almost trip over. The streets weren't crowded by any means, but a few bystanders definitely saw that. You felt your face heating up as you caught your breath. Sighing loudly, you carried on walking at a slightly slower pace, not wanting to trip up again.

After another fifteen minutes of freezing misery being poured down on you from the dark cloudy sky, you had finally reached your apartment building. Stomping up to the lift, you stepped in, pleased to find it empty.

Feeling the large metal box moving upwards, it was if you felt your woes lifting with it. Soon, you would be in your cosy apartment, taking a long, hot shower and cuddling up in one of Dark’s hoodies that he never wears. Maybe you’d even call him to come cuddle you. Well, you’d have to dry your phone first.

As soon as you heard the telltale ding of the doors opening, you softly pushed past the three other people waiting for the lift, muttering an ‘excuse me,’ as one of them gave you a slight glare.

You could almost already feel the promise of the hot water gracing your skin, ridding you of the cold rain water and sweat. Turning the key in the lock, you struggled a little. This always happened on bad days. Jiggling the piece of metal slightly, you finally pushed the door open.

Peeling off your jacket, you hung it on the coat rack to dry, taking your phone out of the pocket. You didn’t even wait to turn the light on before you started on your jeans and t-shirt, but maybe you should have because the sight of glowing eyes just mere feet in front of you tore a hoarse scream from your throat. Your hand unconsciously threw itself at the light switch, flipping it on to reveal the the rest of the entity sitting on the back of your couch, knees bent and palms flat against each other. He looked confused, to say the least.

“Oh fucking hell, Dark! What are you doing here?” Your tone softened towards the end, voice sore from the scream.

“I did text you, Darling.”

“My phone got wet..”

“Ah.”

Finally having caught your breath, you chuckled softly. The demon smiled. He could tell you had had quite the long day.

Sighing softly, you continued to undress, uncomfortable with the soggy clothing clinging to your body. You could tell he was trying not to watch too obviously, which was amusing.

“I’m gonna take a shower, you can stay here if you want? I’ll probably take a while.”

He nods, getting up and reaching for you. You hesitantly accepted the hug, not wanting to dampen his clothes, but he didn’t seem to care. Kisses were planted atop your head as his arms squeezed you softly, enveloping your figure. For a demonic creature he gave the best hugs.

“Take as long as you need. I’ll order you some food.”

Feeling cosy and refreshed, you stepped out of the bathroom and into your bedroom to search for that hoodie you wanted. Dark bought it specifically for you to wear. He wore it only once, describing it as “agonising to be cloaked in such common threads,” but you knew he was exaggerating. The smallest inconveniences were always put so eloquently disdainful, which was hilarious.

Eventually, you found it buried at the back of your wardrobe, and slipped it on with a pair of cotton shorts. Falling just above your knees, the hoodie was soft and comfortable against your skin. You always wore this after a bad day.

The sound of voices interrupted your thoughts. Padding into the kitchen, you heard the sound of a very intimidated delivery guy, and a deep, restrained “thank you.”

As your boyfriend returned to the kitchen with a pizza box, your mouth watered and you realised just how hungry you were. Reaching to open the box, you felt his arms come around you and his head atop yours. Smiling, you inquired about the scared-sounding boy.

“Why did that pizza guy sound so distressed?”

“They all do.”

Shaking your head at his answer, you turned around in his hold. Charcoal eyes looking down at you, he smiled again and kissed your temple. Looking up again, he reached for the pizza box and took your hand to lead you to the couch, the Netflix already loaded up.

Settling down between his legs, you put the box on your lap over a fuzzy blanket. Just then, you realised he was still fully clothed in a black dress shirt and black slacks. His expression turned confused as you stood up from his lap.

“You’re still dressed,” you spoke, eyeing him up and down.

“If you wanted me to undress, Darling, you should have said so earlier.”

Making a show of unbutton his shirt, he smirked at you. Rolling your eyes, you set down the pizza and the blanket and ran into your bedroom, leaving Dark looking confused again.

Soon you emerged, a pair of grey sweatpants in hand. He’d worn these a couple times before, at your request. Eyeing them up, he sighed softly.

“I just want you to be comfortable,” you said, tone slightly teasing.

“Very well, for you.”

Getting up, he took them from your grasp and kissed your cheek. Face heating up slightly, you went back to your pizza to grab a slice. That first bite you took was like heaven. Cooled down enough to not burn your tongue, but still hot to please your taste buds. Immaculate sauce, slightly sweet. The cheese. The cheese was even better. You swear you almost left earth and all planes of existence after that bite, until you felt strong arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you down.

As your back made contact with his solid chest, you let out a squeak. He smirked again, placing kisses all over your bare shoulder where the hoodie has fallen slightly. Trailing up your neck, you giggled and shrugged slightly as his beard tickled your throat. Dark hummed, squeezing you again. Eventually, he stopped and let you carry on eating whilst you looked for something to watch.

“Are you gonna have a slice or not? Because I will eat this whole pizza.”

A torn look came upon his face. You rolled your eyes, knowing that his dramatic side was to show itself any moment now. Slowly, he reached for a slice, picking it up with the very tips of his fingers. He brought it up to the two of you, flapping the pizza slightly as it assessing it. A judging hum came from the man, brows furrowed and lips pressed together. All while you look on in amusement.

Taking another bite from your slice, you looked at him. He looked at you, then the slice, then straight ahead as he took a hesitant bite. Forever a man with an unreadable expression, you couldn’t tell if he liked it or not. At least he wasn’t spitting it out.

When he stopped chewing, you kept looking at his face for an answer. Nothing was too clear, but he didn’t look like he hated it.

“It was... fine, actually.” His tone was unusually soft, it almost concerned you.

Slowly turning back around, you grabbed another slice for yourself and one for Dark. He accepted it, but didn’t eat it straight away. He just held in front of him, eyes focused on the movie. A silent chuckle fell from your lips.

Content, you snuggled closer to the demon. His arms squeezed you from time to time, a gentle reminder that he’s still there. As your breathing grew slow and even, you felt the hands of slumber creeping closer into your brain, a silent lullaby drifting you off to dreamland. Eyes closed, you turned your body slightly. Dark’s arms squeezed once again as a kiss was planted on your forehead. A final sigh escaped your lips; you would finish the pizza tomorrow. Now it was time to drift away, in his arms, secure and content. Finally.

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vibraniumwing · 3 years

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wildest dreams.

a steve rogers x fem!reader wherein the reader falls in love with the super soldier who can’t seem to let go of the past.

WARNING: angst, one-sided relationships, set four years after the snap.

A/N: hello !!! this is the first marvel fic i’m posting and i am very nervous about it aha. i hope all of you would like it though !! i’m kind of back into the flow of things for writing (since im on a one week break from school) but im still trying to maneuver through it. this is inspired by wildest dreams; complementary tissues are here if needed.

word count: 3.7K.

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Your attitude died the same day your little brother turned to dust in your arms four years ago. The fear and pain his face had was burned into the back of your mind, haunting you on a daily basis; his cries echoing in your head.

But things seemed to change when your aunt introduced you to the talks the remaining Avengers had weekly for the people who were still struggling with the sudden loss of their loved ones; seeing and meeting people who were going through the similar struggle as you helped a lot in coping with the eternal torture that you had.

That’s when you met him; the man who held your heart in the palm of his hands. Steve Rogers.

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“How come you’ve only started going to these meetings after four years?” Kenzie, a girl who’s a few years younger than you asked, causing everyone in the meeting circle to look at you. Your eyes widened at the sudden question, feeling a slight tinge of pink creep up on your cheeks at the attention you’ve gained.

You bit your lower lip as you contemplated whether or not to answer the question, “I- I had a hard time accepting my brother’s gone since he's my only family. I locked myself up for the last four years, rarely talking to anyone until my aunt forced me to get into these types of things and well now I go here whenever my days get really bad. I had to move on somehow.” You answered, tone laced with truthfulness, giving her a small smile.

“Well we’re both glad and proud you’re here and that you’ve decided to move on from what happened.” Steve spoke up, making everyone look at him, including you. His blue eyes peering into yours, giving you a small nod which you reciprocated, the eye-contact causing the others words of agreement and encouragement to be drowned out.

The rest of the meeting flew by as normal as the superhero continued to talk about how everyone should move on from what happened一 accompanied with the occasional stolen glances Steve gives you一 and soon enough, everyone was giving each other hugs and bidding their goodbyes until the next meeting.

You were grabbing your jacket when someone tapped your shoulder, looking back you saw the super soldier look at you with a somewhat nervous glint in his eyes, “You’re Y/N, right?” He asked, showing you a small grin as he pushed his hands inside of his pocket.

“You have the right person, Mr. Rogers.” You answered, unsure of why he would suddenly come up to you. It didn’t even take you a second to register the rather homey smell of laundry detergent and a hint of a manly perfume you couldn’t put a name on that he sported.

“I’ve been seeing you a lot in these sessions一 I, I was wondering if you would like to go grab some dinner sometime?” He asked awkwardly, unsure of how to sentence the thoughts that were inside his mind.

Your eyebrow quirked at the male who was normally eloquent and sure of his words, is now fumbling over how to ask you out for dinner but who were you to say no to such a rare opportune to spend some time with the male, “I… I would love to.”

And that was the start of it all.

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At first he was worried about the situation the both of you had, fearing that you might be hated for once the word goes out to the public that you were dating him so you compromised, telling him that no one has to know what the both of you do; that it was okay for him to keep you as his secret, admitting that all of this gave you a thrill.

Until eight months later, Steve had finally said he had enough of hiding and offered to take you to the Avengers compound where he introduced you to the rest of the heroes who were working hard to keep everything intact after the tragic event that happened a little well-over four一almost five一 years ago.

“Steve, do you think they liked me?” You had asked him, eyes trained to the ground as the both of you walked around the Facility, hands tucked behind your back as the cool air of the setting sun wafted around the both of you. There was silence on his end before he spoke up, “Nat wouldn’t have choked on her drink at that joke you made if she didn’t.”

You looked up at him, a hopeful smile adorning your lips, “So does that mean I’m accepted here, then?” It was kind of ridiculous to ask that question after hearing him just say that Natasha laughed at your joke, but all he did was nod and wrap his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in.

“Even if they didn’t, they have no choice. You’re stuck with me.”

The mere memory made you smile as you drove into the facility, having the intention of surprising him with a gift you had made him; a painting of the first photo you two took together, at Time Square.

You and Steve were on another spontaneous road trip; he was free for the day and had asked you to accompany him to drive around New York and before you could even decline, he was already knocking at your apartment door, ready to pick you up.

The day was filled with quiet laughter as you introduced him to newer music and those timeless masterpieces that he missed out on during his 70 year freeze. “I can’t believe you don’t listen to Queen! That band is a whole icon!” You called him out as you started to play Bohemian Rhapsody in the background. “I’m introducing you to the basics.”

“Hey I don’t have as much free time as you, you know.” Steve said, stepping on the gas as you two finally entered the rather empty streets of Times Square.

Your day was filled with laughs and banter as you continued to introduce him to newer songs, occasionally playing some older tunes that he could enjoy himself and talked about how his life was before he was dunked into the ice. “Must’ve been a real hard time for you to grasp on to everything suddenly being so modern.” You commented, looking up from your phone to give him a small smile.

“Oh trust me, it gave me quite the shock waking up to see everything so… new and foreign. But I had to learn一adapt even to what happened.” He started off, slowing down the car for him to look up at the large skyscrapers. “I had to move on or else I would still be miserable until now.” He said, tongue clicking at the top of his mouth.

The car came into a full stop making you look at him in confusion. “Why’d you stop the car?” But he didn’t answer, instead he got out and jogged around the car to open the door for you. You stepped out, brows still furrowed. “We didn’t have the luxury to take that many photos back in the day and I would regret it if I didn’t have one with you.” He said, rubbing the nape of his neck.

Breaking out into a smile, you agreed almost instantly and pulled your phone out, quickly opening the camera. “This is a selfie, alright?” You said, not forgetting to tease him, earning you an eye roll from the male. “I’m not that outdated!” he retorted, pulling you into him as he motioned you to take the photo.

You were snug in his arms as you put the phone up, “To more memories with you, Captain.”

You were all smiles the moment you parked your car and grabbed the canvas from the trunk, heading inside the compound where Nat instructed you to go around when you bumped into Rhodey who was quick to recognize you, “Hey you’re Cap’s girl, right?” which made you shake your head hesitantly, causing the other to look at you with a bamboozled expression. “What do you mean ‘no’?”

“Well, Steve hasn’t asked me out officially but that’ll change soon enough. I made him this gift and will actually ask him. A bit odd I know, but if neither of us would make a move then this would probably drag on.” You confessed, grinning at the soldier excitedly who now had an amazed expression on his face. “Alright then. He’s in the office with Romanoff so knock yourself out.”

You were nearing the office when you overheard the conversation between assassin and Steve.

“So when are you officially going to ask Y/N out?” The female asked, making your heart race in anticipation and hope that he might actually ask you to be his soon. However, the quietness that followed made your excitement go down and your heart to drop to your stomach; the giddiness you were feeling was replaced with worry as negative thoughts started to infiltrate your mind.

A sigh was finally heard from the other end, “Nat, I haven’t been completely honest with you. I… I don’t think I ever will.” The latter started off, heaving another sigh as a shuffle of feet was resonating through the quiet room. “It’s just… Y/N’s a great girl you know? I thought I could love her but she’s一 she’s not like Peggy.”

You could hear Nat scoff lightly, probably in disapproval, “Then why’d you lead her on like this? That’s an asshole move from you, Steve.” and you couldn’t agree more. Your mouth was held over your mouth as you tried your best not to make any sound, wanting to hear more from his side before you make your presence known; in foolish hopes that he might be able to move on and be with you instead.

“I… I honestly don’t know how to bring it up to her. She seems so happy with me and I don’t have the heart to tell her I don’t like her the same way she does with me.” He answered, voice laced with regret and guilt that he made you believe in something that wasn’t even possible in the first place.

That’s when your dreams of being with him was shattered; the visions you had of being in a family with him and living the rest of your days together were turned into dust. You were aware of the history Steve had with the woman; how he met her before subsequently falling into the ice that would freeze him. He made you feel so loved and convinced you that what you were feeling was reciprocal to his but you were wrong.

So damn wrong.

Suddenly, the promises he made of being with you until time permits became a blur to you, those late night talks of imagining what could happen if he and the others were to save the world and him bringing back your younger brother seemed like a far-fetched dream which shattered you even more.

So with every strong fiber that you had left within you, you re-emerged from your hiding spot and looked at the two heroes, Steve being the first one to see you, the color from his face drained. “Y/N I could expl一”

“Save it. Delete my name from your contacts, Rogers. I’m sorry I was foolish enough to think you would like me.” You told him, walking over to where he was to give the painting you worked so hard on, shoving it into his hands and mustering up the courage to look at him again. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry I couldn’t be your best girl.”

And then you ran, pretending not to hear him calling out for you; you ran all the way to the parking lot and by the time you could lean onto the door of your car, you were breathless and choking on the tears you fought hard to not spill but it was all too much.

As you drove away, a part of you hoped he ran after you but you were foolish enough to even hope so because he never did.

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You sat by the window of your brother’s room, looking out into the empty streets of Manhattan. After the incident with Steve, you were left to fend for yourself again and it left you feeling lonelier than ever. He never contacted you, not even once after everything the two of you have been through. It seems like you were just a memory that was easy for him to forget.

Tears threatened to fall from your eyes once again when you heard something swoosh from the other side of the room. Snapping your head to the side, you could see something or someone form from dust and that’s when you realized it was your younger brother.

Rising to your feet, you sprinted over to where he was, “Xavier?” You whispered, choking up on tears as your little brother’s doe eyes looked up at you in disbelief and fear. He was only five years old when he disappeared into nothing and it looks like he hasn’t aged even a day. His arms immediately sprung up to ask for your embrace to which you complied with.

You scooped the toddler up in your arms and hugged him tightly, fearing he might disappear again. Then you heard it, the streets outside were filled with screams of confusion and terror as people started forming again one by one, chaos ensuing outside of your quiet home; but you were tranquil, because you knew Steve had kept his promise of giving you your brother back, of making everyone else return.

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It's been a good week since everyone has gone back, people still trying to process everything that has happened. Families were and still are reconnecting, businesses and government officials are trying to get a hold of things together.

Your life was slowly going back to normal. Your little brother was back meaning the small house you live in is starting to be filled with joyous laughter again as the little tyke's energy was bursting at the seams.

You and your aunt watched as Xav played with the teddy bear she got for him upon her visit, "Everything seems so much lighter with the little troublemaker around, isn't it?" She asked, glancing at you as she continued to knead the dough of the cookies she's making for you and your brother.

"It definitely is. Suddenly this place feels like home aga—" Your sentence was cut in the middle when a loud knock came from your door making your brows furrow.

"Oh were you expecting anyone?" Your aunt asked, you shook your head in response but before you could answer her your brother's voice resonated through the house. "I'll get it!" but what you expected next was the last thing you could have ever expected.

“Y/N! It’s- It’s Captain America!” Xavier’s voice was a pitch higher due to his excitement upon seeing the superhero then his laughter soon followed. Your aunt gave you a surprised yet knowing look, motioning you to go to the door. “You better go and ask the man what he wants from you. I’m not listening to your excuses, go.”

You knew better than to argue with the woman so you slowly made your way to the front door where you saw Steve who sported a few wounds to his face carrying your little brother, his smile wide as he answered questions the child asked. “I think Cap has had enough questions to answer, Xav. Go back inside.” You told him, much to the five year old’s dismay.

“But Y/N! I haven’t asked一” “I’ll be back later to answer those okay? Go listen to your sister.” Steve was the one to answer now, setting Xavier down and patted his head. He gave the super-soldier a thumbs up and ran inside, giddily telling your aunt that he got carried by the blonde.

The two of you stared at each other quietly, before you decided to speak up. “How about we go to the backyard and speak there, yeah?” You offered, making some room for him to enter the house, to which he agreed with, entering your humble home. Upon closing the door, you whispered a quiet “let’s go” to him and led him to the back of your house.

You sat down by the lone tree that stood in the middle of your garden, patting down the space next to you. “So what brings you here?” You asked once he sat down, turning to the male with a small yet hesitant smile.

“I’m returning the infinity stones tomorrow but before that I want to apologize.” Steve started off, looking into the distance as he couldn’t bring himself to look into your E/C orbs that he once found comfort in, fearing that it might be filled with hatred for him. “I’m not sure how much you heard that night but I have… no excuse for what I did to you. I thought I could love you, that I could move on but I guess I’m still stuck in the past.” He admitted, tone quiet and soft like the rustles of the leaves that hovered above the both of you.

“I came to you because you reminded me of Peggy. It was selfish of me to even approach you with that intention in the first place but I can assure you that every moment we shared together is something that I cherish deeply. Even一 even the first kiss we had right under this tree right here.” He finished, a sad sigh following his sentence.

It was a cool night and you were drifting off to sleep when you heard something tap the windows of your room, causing you to sit up and walk towards the source of the noise to see Steve gathering more rocks. Opening the window, “Steve? What on earth are you doing here?” You asked, amused at his antics that seemed too out of character even for him.

“I came to see you! You aren’t going to the session tomorrow, right?” Steve said, motioning you to come down. His smile was big as the moon shined over him, defining his facial structure even more despite the darkness of the night.

You shook your head in disbelief, you had told him that you weren’t going to attend this week due to the fact that it was supposed to be your brother’s tenth birthday today and you had every intention to celebrate for him. “Go to the back! I’ll meet you there.” You told him, motioning to the garden at the back of your childhood home.

You quickly threw on a pair of pajama pants and headed down, grabbing a few snacks from the kitchen pantry before heading out to the backyard where you saw him sitting down by the tree and waved for you to come on over to him.

You plopped down next to him and his arms were instantly around you, “How old is your brother by tomorrow?” He asked, squeezing you to him gently as he placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. His familiar scent greets your senses, causing you to completely ease up in his touch.

“Xav’s supposed to be ten tomorrow. I promised him I would take him to the beach for this tenth birthday so I have every intention of doing so even without him here.” You answered, the familiar feeling of sadness forming in your chest at the idea of spending another birthday without him; it was too painful for you.

Comfortable silence then wrapped the both of you before he spoke up again, “I promise I’m getting your brother back. I don’t know how we can do that, but I promise you I will.” Determination was dripping through every word, making you look up at him as hopefulness filled your eyes. Your gaze met before you leaned in to connect your lips with his for a quick kiss.

Realizing your actions, you looked at him in shock as a hand hovered over your lips. “Steve I’m so sorry” but you were quickly silenced when his plush tiers met yours for another kiss, this time longer and filled with more emotions. The both of you kissed until you had to break away due to the lack of oxygen, resting your forehead against his.

“Don’t be sorry, Y/N.”

You chuckled softly at the memory, a sad smile on your lips as you decided to speak up, “Did you ever regret meeting me, Steve?” You questioned, staring off into the distance as the feeling of defeat consumed you. There was a shift in his position as his hand cupped your cheek, making you look at him.

His brows were furrowed as he shook his head, “No, I could never regret meeting you. The only regret I have is with myself. For making you love me when I couldn’t even love you back.”

You leaned into his touch as tears flowed down from your eyes, your sobs following as your heart broke more. There was no denying you had fallen for him, that you had fallen quite hard for him but you couldn’t keep him to yourself; not when he’s still in love with the woman he met decades ago. “Thank you for giving me a chance to love you.” You whispered, thankful for the time he spent with you; for making you feel like he was yours for even just a fleeting moment.

No words left his mouth as he leaned in to give you another kiss. Unlike the many you’ve shared, this one was chaste and had guilt written all over it. “I have to go.” He then said, hugging you for the last time as he stood up.

Your hand stopped him from going any further, he looked back down at you with a curious gaze. With the last strong thread that you had, you mustered up a big smile at him. "I hope you still remember me; us. Even if it's just in your wildest dreams." before letting him go.

“I’ll always remember you, Y/N.”

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stardew-mermaid · 3 years

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im WEAK for my faves as parents and i know lots of y'all are too so here are

bachelors as dads vibes

(bachelorettes as moms will come soon too ❤️ under cut cause it got very long lol)

sebastian

a chill dad. when u were very little he'd let u sit in his lap while he codes and consequently u find heavy metal soothing cause he would be playing it while he works and u would always fall asleep against him

if he wasn't using his second computer u could play around on it while he works. 'existing in each other's company while u both do stuff' time becomes a regular thing even as u get older, u would do ur homework next to him at his desk and he'd help if u were confused

the first time u were deemed old enough to go for a ride on his motorcycle u were SO fucking hyped even if u had to be absolutely decked out in protective gear. sometimes while u were in high school he'd help you flex by picking you up/dropping you off on the bike

would bundle u up in his hoodies as a toddler and there's a few pics of u absolutely SWIMMING in them with the hood all the way over ur face pretending to be the grim reaper. he'd never been so proud

elliott

an eloquent dad, but still has goofy dadlike tendencies. he may be the picture of a dark academia dilf with his slacks and button ups sipping coffee in the morning over a manuscript, but he'll still make the jokes. calls u things like little one and taught u to play piano

he got u ur own little bookshelf for all ur baby books and he'd read to you every single night without fail. he'd make up stories too and u would help and make a collab tho it often got u more excited than relaxed for bed but it was worth it!!! when u were grown up u helped him compile the short stories u made up together and published it. he'd also share with u poems he wrote for you and about you over the years, lots of them to do with the wonder of watching a whole tiny person grow into a big person

would always take u on nature walks and play at the beach!!! u would find shells and rocks to give to him and he'd always look like u just handed him pure gold

u made a pact that u would sit still for him while he did ur hair if u could braid his hair in turn. u both looked very stylish

sam

cool dad!!! fun dad!!!! watches anime with u when u get into it and is forever ur player 2. if u had a skateboard or a scooter he'd always show u up by pulling off sick tricks and it became a friendly rivalry. taught u to stick it to the man at a very early age. teaches u to play guitar and took u to ur first rock concert when u were like 8

there are baby photos of u wearing sunglasses that cover half ur face and when asked about it he'd say 'u were just a rly cool baby!!!!' in some of them he's wearing matching sunglasses and carrying u in one of those front baby pouches. he'd also always sing to you as a baby and still does it idly sometimes and has written songs for u!!!!

ur #1 hypeman. praises u for everything and always makes sure u know how cool u are just for existing. he loses his mind at ur grade school talent show and at ur graduation he's there holding up his phone and crying like FUCK IT UP KENNETH!!!!! 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

tho alongside all the fun he teaches u to be very responsible and polite and above all extremely kind!!!!

shane

has the most potent typical dad energy. the socks with sandals, the jokes, the ac/dc, the funny hobby projects, the rivalry with other pta parents, all of it. calls u squirt and kiddo and the kind to ruffle ur hair. always gives u piggy back rides even as u get older, says it helps him stay in shape. when u were little you'd always bap ur baby hands against his stubble cause heehee funny scratchy face

u loved when he was in charge of dinner growing up cause it was often takeout pizza/burgers. 'hey im making a pot of kraft dinner should i double it for u' kind of guy, adds cut up hot dogs and after ur other parent voices a need for nutrition adds frozen veggies too. VERY good at cooking all kinds of eggs tho, would always feed u eggs from his own chickens and would accept nothing less!!!

teaches u a lot about chickens and some of ur fave memories with him are in the coop or chillin in a field in spring with him and the new chicks. some other faves include the regular tea parties with him and cousin jas, and even as u both get older u all sit down and have tea together sometimes and occasionally break out one of the old barbie movies for funsies

u learned how to say fuck from him when u were 3 and he died laughing. if called and told that u got into a fight at school would reply with 'did they win'

harvey

sweet, dorky doctor dad. would get SUPER worried whenever u got so much as a cold, made u stay home and rest and HYDRATE. taught u proper medical standard handwashing from when u first learned how to turn on the tap, also taught u a lot of basic first aid. when u were fussy he would read u his old textbooks from med school and it'd get you to sleep in minutes

refuses to let u leave the house without eating something first and would often get up early to make u a big breakfast before school (it's the most important meal of the day!!!!). yes it's ok if ur late ur english teacher can wait until you've had ur veggies. when u were a baby his standard of keeping u fed was 'if i had to change less than five diapers a day it wasn't enough'. encourages taking a snack and water everywhere

as u got older u realized how hardworking he is so u make sure he knows how much u love and appreciate him, goes all out for his bday and father's day like how he goes all out for u every day and it makes him cry. he cries at ur first birthday and ur graduation too, cried when u got him a #1 DAD mug specifically for his morning coffee, he just cries a lot and it's very endearing, dad taught u it's okay to be emotional. u also gift him funky socks to wear at work and he goes bananas for them

he taught u how to assemble model planes and u would sit with him while he tuned his old radio, u liked the bwee bwee sounds. he would play jazz and swing and dance with u standing on his feet. when u were little u liked to play with his moustache and occasionally he would fall asleep while watching u but the most u ever did was add a goatee to the stache with washable marker which he thought was pretty funny

alex

strong dad!!! jock dad!!!!! would flex and let u hang off his bicep, play wrestle (u would always win), sit u on his shoulders and run around making airplane noises, play sportsball in the yard and would come up with fun challenges for u if u got bored of catch. pretty much the master of keeping ur baby self entertained and was always there to tuck u in for a nap when u got tired out

makes an extra protein shake for u every morning and loads of scrambled eggs, will also sneak u a cookie tho

he's always super encouraging and positive and enthusiastic about everything u do which u pick up fast. u go to his games and even if sports turns out not to be ur thing the fact that ur there rooting for him makes him put in 1000% effort, calls u his good luck charm!!!! he will also throw u over his shoulders and use u for weightlifting while u shout encouragement directly into his ear. this continues until ur grown up (and sometimes even then so he can flex even as an 'old man')

gets really really worried about you whenever ur sick or get hurt and will lose sleep over it but stays upbeat for ur sake. he will cuddle u tho. sometimes you'll ask for stories about ur grandma and he'll tell u and it's so nice to him to talk about his mother and smile instead of being sad, you help him heal because it's so wonderful to think of her as a grandmother and how proud she'd be. he plays her music box for u to help u sleep when ur little and it still makes u feel sleepy and safe when ur older

#food mention -/#stardew valley #stardew valley headcanons #stardew valley imagines #sdv headcanons #sdv imagines #sdv sebastian #sdv elliott #sdv sam #sdv shane #sdv harvey #sdv alex #long post #big dad energy

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vibraniumphoenix · 3 years

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wildest dream. [ s.r ]

a steve rogers x fem!reader wherein the reader falls in love with the super soldier who can’t seem to let go of the past.

WARNING: angst, one-sided relationships, set four years after the snap.

A/N: hello !!! this is the first marvel fic i’m posting and i am very nervous about it aha. having been said, this is like my child and my personal favorite so im bringing this fic here with me <3

word count: 3.7K.

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That’s when you met him; the man who held your heart in the palm of his hands. Steve Rogers.

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You bit your lower lip as you contemplated whether or not to answer the question, “I- I had a hard time accepting my brother’s gone since he’s my only family. I locked myself up for the last four years, rarely talking to anyone until my aunt forced me to get into these types of things and well now I go here whenever my days get really bad. I had to move on somehow.” You answered, tone laced with truthfulness, giving her a small smile.

And that was the start of it all.

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“Even if they didn’t, they have no choice. You’re stuck with me.”

“Hey I don’t have as much free time as you, you know.” Steve said, stepping on the gas as you two finally entered the rather empty streets of Times Square.

You were snug in his arms as you put the phone up, “To more memories with you, Captain.”

You were nearing the office when you overheard the conversation between assassin and Steve.

So damn wrong.

As you drove away, a part of you hoped he ran after you but you were foolish enough to even hope so because he never did.

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It’s been a good week since everyone has gone back, people still trying to process everything that has happened. Families were and still are reconnecting, businesses and government officials are trying to get a hold of things together.

Your life was slowly going back to normal. Your little brother was back meaning the small house you live in is starting to be filled with joyous laughter again as the little tyke’s energy was bursting at the seams.

You and your aunt watched as Xav played with the teddy bear she got for him upon her visit, “Everything seems so much lighter with the little troublemaker around, isn’t it?” She asked, glancing at you as she continued to knead the dough of the cookies she’s making for you and your brother.

“It definitely is. Suddenly this place feels like home aga—” Your sentence was cut in the middle when a loud knock came from your door making your brows furrow.

“Oh were you expecting anyone?” Your aunt asked, you shook your head in response but before you could answer her your brother’s voice resonated through the house. “I’ll get it!” but what you expected next was the last thing you could have ever expected.

“Don’t be sorry, Y/N.”

His brows were furrowed as he shook his head, “No, I could never regret meeting you. The only regret I have is with myself. For making you love me when I couldn’t even love you back.”

Your hand stopped him from going any further, he looked back down at you with a curious gaze. With the last strong thread that you had, you mustered up a big smile at him. “I hope you still remember me; us. Even if it’s just in your wildest dreams.” before letting him go.

“I’ll always remember you, Y/N.”

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#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fic #steve rogers fics #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers imagines #steve rogers one shot #steve rogers angst

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taehyungsbabyygirl · 3 years

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Socialità

Chapter 1

Genres: Light fluff, tinge of romance and wholesome(?)

Warning(s): The littlest bit of sexual tension if you squint

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Fortune, fame, beauty.

Those are the things that people had associated you with.

Who does not know Y/F/N Y/L/N? You're basically in every magazine cover, every Youtube thumbnail and news headline. Surpassing Kylie Jenner as quote unquote The World's Richest Young Businesswoman and even beating Ariana Grande as the most followed female influencer on Instagram.

Who really are you? Well, to explain it simply to people who are unaware of you, your businesses and socialite status, you are the owner of a multi-billion dollar brand.

What started with a small online business at 16 which sells nightwear for women with affordable, cheap prices had bloomed into a luxury brand known for their elegant, classy clothing line, ranging from lingerie to formal clothing such as glamorous dresses to charming suits and tuxedos for both men and women.

The brand name? After years of rebranding, it's finally official that the name is, Socialità. Fitting with your brand's target market which were rich socialites from across the globe. Of course there was a reason for that, considering that the materials were high quality, imported ones such as satin and silk from Japan, Egyptian cotton, and French lace, also the designing and productions team who were amongst the best in the art of fashion and exclusivity of everything that was made under the brand, without a doubt would result in a higher cost of production and simultaneously a higher price for the merchandise itself.

And all this success did not come easy, there were countless times when you wanted to hideaway and give up on everything you had invested on. At the age of 28, you finally got to where you are now, thriving with the business that you had built with your own bare hands from the confines of your own bedroom.

But, there was one thing that you were lacking in, the love department. Although you were pretty much well-known by youngsters to elders alike, luck does not seem to be on your side when it comes to romantic relationships. It's not that you weren't romantic or sweet enough, gosh you are a hopeless romantic actually, but you just somehow fall for the wrong person, time and time again.

All the people you had dated once you established a name in the fashion world were either self-centered jerks or gold-digging leeches who were only there for the fame and riches. It's as if you had dated way more men than Taylor Swift ever had, except, you don't call these people out in songs.

Aside from owning a lavish clothing brand and billions to your name, having to work with socialite circles, had granted you the socialite status too. You'd be lying if you say that no rich bachelor had tried to flirt around with you but, your previous horrible experiences with dating as a successful businesswoman made you put your guard up and in the end turning you into the most sought after bachelorette of the 21st century.

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"What??? The Bachelorette?? Gosh guys, that would be a horrible idea." You shook your head, swirling the red wine in your glass before sipping on it.

It was a normal weekend evening for you and your peers aka your personal management team which consisted of Selma, Carrie, Lulu, Trey and Giovanni. Sitting in the dining room of your enormous mansion in Calabasas while drinking cheap wine and munching on Cheeto Puffs.

You just finished ranting about how you are so unlucky in love and that you're almost turning 30, without being cuffed to someone. In your opinion, people in their late 20s had already met that person and having good balance in their work, social and love lives but you're here having a nonexistent love life instead.

Tired of constantly listening to the same rants over and over again, Giovanni proposed that you put yourself in a controversial yet exciting TV show, The Bachelorette.

"Girllll you should give The Bachelorette a try, I mean I know that the show is basically scripted but it seems exciting, no?" Giovanni chirped.

"Oh my god yasssss! I'd have the time of my life if I'm surrounded by a dozen of good-looking hunks!" Carrie joined in and daydreamed.

You snorted and put your glass down on the marble surface of the table.

"Yeah but the men on there are usually insincere and only in it for their 60 seconds of fame and the winner of the show is probably just motivated by money. What difference does it make with me going to a private party or nightclub and getting to know dudes there?" You retorted; brow raising to your two friends.

"Sis, the difference is, these men would have to submit a form regarding their background and audition for the show! If you want, we could even be your reps during the audition. We know who are the best people for you!" Selma answered your rhetorical question while pouring herself another glass of wine. She's your PA and bestie so she knew how to reply with the same energy as yours.

Sighing deeply with your fingers pinching your nose bridge, you thought once, twice, thrice and made your decision. Well, what's the worst that could happen right?

"Fine, fine! I'm in with the idea. But if this thing goes south, I.Am.Out." The dominant businesswoman persona in you presented herself whilst the others, especially Giovanni, cheered upon your agreement with their idea.

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After months of preparations for your big reality TV debut, it was finally the day for the first week of The Bachelorette. Although you're the one being the prize and the one being chased, you felt uneasy and nervous to meet the men who had passed the auditions to become contestants.

"Don't worry! Me and Giovanni made sure that we only let the best ones pass the audition. And when I say the best ones, I meant, socialites, doctors, businessmen and even kinsmen of royalty!"

"Only the best for our QUEEN!"

Those were the words that came out of Selma and Gio's mouths. Thankfully you have these reliable people to help filter through the applicants of the program. If you gave the show's producers 100% control over who comes in and comes out of the show, it'll be a hot mess and they'd probably choose the men based on their looks and bulkiness but not necessarily the brains and skills.

Throughout the audition process, all of the men's background and names were kept a secret from you by Selma and Gio, it'll be a surprise, they said and you trusted them with it.

Sitting at the back of a limousine alone, you started to fidget with the dangling diamond of your earring subconsciously; a habit that you developed whenever you had cold feet.

The vehicle was heading towards the villa where the first meeting would happen between you, the bachelorette and your suitors.

You and the production team had discussed about how the first meeting would be. You thought that the idea of having to stand in front of the villa's front door while the men arrive in limos were quite cringy and not to mention time-consuming and unnatural so you proposed the idea of having the men arrive in a first come first serve basis and sit in numbered rooms in the villa while awaiting you. In that way, you could see who was punctual and who was late. But the catch is, the contestants only have 5 minutes to chat up with you and leave a good first impression.

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Alas, you finally reached the villa and stepped out of the automobile. Your dress was a satin, rosé coloured one with a modified A-line, basque waist and halter neckline; glamorous yet not over the top, suitable for a socialite like you.

Not wasting any time, once the cameras started rolling, you entered the ginormous villa and headed upstairs to the rooms, knocking the door gently before entering the space.

The first man you met was Kim Namjoon, he introduced himself as an engineer, a sound engineer. He was confident from the get go and eloquent too.

"Hmm an engineer ay?" You propped your head with the palm of your hand; leaning against the couch's back pillows.

"Yeah.. My family insisted I do that. I wanted to be a musician at first, and that's why I took up sound engineering now." He gave out a dimple smile which you couldn't help but grin at. They're adorable.

You liked his presence and how outspoken he was but sadly the 5 minutes were before you knew it.

Next, you met up with a gentleman named Im Jaebum. A winery owner. He gave you a warm hug from the first time you entered the room.

"I heard that you're a wine conoisseur yourself Y/N? I'd love to take you to Napa Valley where my winery is. I'm sure we'll have a blast there." He smiled and acted a bit smug.

"That sounds like a plan.. I'm not a person who would say no to wine." You replied with a light wink, returning the smugness to him.

Continuing on, after Jaebum, you entered a room which looked bigger than the previous two you'd been in.

By the big window, there was a man with broad shoulders who introduced himself as Kim Seokjin, as he turned around, he greeted you and pecked your hand.

"Nice to meet you I'm Kim Seokjin, just call me Jin." He smiled softly, inviting you to sit down next to him.

"Nice to meet you too Jin.. So what do you do?" You asked carefully; quite intrigued by how good-looking he is with the slicked back hairstyle he has.

"Well I'm a professor of English and Korean Literature. Probably one of the most uninteresting jobs among the other guys." He timidly admitted; being quite humble.

You immediately disagreed with his statement, telling him that literature components are fascinating and that educating people about it is a magnificent job.

Afterwards you conversed with a man named Park Jinyoung. He was also extremely dashing and he's a car dealer. But not just any car, the ones he sells are top brands such a Lamborghini, Maserati, Tesla and Ferrari.

"My job is amazing. Good money, good image, but there was something missing and I think we both could relate to that, we both are looking for love." He half-bragged which didn't really impress you but you agreed nonetheless.

As you politely excused yourself to move on to the next room, where the man was leaning back and scrolling through his phone. Fair skin and contrasting ebony coloured hair.

This guy gave off a cold vibe to you but that made you even more intrigued to get to know him.

"Hi..." You sat on the couch with him and he gave a small smile as he put his phone the side.

"Min Yoongi.. Nice to meet you." He extended his hand out to shake yours. A pretty formal greeting despite the consequences you two were in at the moment.

You two kept the conversation going by talking about your jobs and background. Everything you asked, he answered in all honestly and you liked that. The push-and-pull game was a fun one to play but with Yoongi, the small talk you had was chill and relaxed, the most natural one you had the whole night.

Up next was a kind looking male, taller than Yoongi who seem to be nervous about meeting you for the first time.

"Hello!" You greeted him with a bright smile to ease his anxiousness.

"Hi, hi.. I'm Mark Tuan. I'm an artist.." He abruptly greeted you back.

"Ooh! Like musically or..?" You tilted your head.

"Visually.. I draw and paint."

You led the conversation with the man since he looked very hesitant and awkward the whole time.

The next room had a bubbly and energetic man who was basically radiating good vibes as you entered the room. His name was Jung Hoseok. As you peeked into the room, he immediately walked towards you and gave you tight bear hug with a huge smile plastered on his face.

"Well besides my job as a paediatric specialist, I also enjoy dancing. Do you like to dance?" He jumped off the seat and proceeded to pull you up with him to playfully salsa. His actions made you laugh happily.

"You're so spontaneous!" You hit his chest lightly, still laughing at you guys' actions.

After the exciting interaction between you and Hoseok, you had to calm down and lower your expectations again after it skyrocketed because of the doctor earlier.

That's when you met a muscular man, if Hoseok earlier had radiated good boy vibes, this one radiated bad boy vibes.

He was Jackson Wang, a well-known socialite who is the heir of Wang Co. Ltd. A company which sells electronics such as smartphones, tablets and computers.

"Hello.." You said softly, slightly intimidated by the man's comparably bigger size to you.

"Hello, pretty lady." He took your hand in his and kissed it just like Jin had but his way of executing it was different. The male kissed each of your knuckle and it got you culture shocked.

"Oh wow.. Okay.." You laughed awkwardly as you looked at the man kiss your hand.

The conversation went well with him despite you noticing that he was practically staring at your with those deep brown eyes while you spoke about yourself to him.

The sexual tension was there and you were hoping, praying that the next man would tone down a bit and let you relax, thankfully custom jeweler, Park Jimin did.

"I'm a jeweler.. And can I just say, I adore these diamonds. You have remarkable taste." He proceeded to run his hand gently through the diamond earring you were wearing.

"Thank you! And I absolutely adore this choker you have on.." You reciprocated his action which made him smile softly.

Next up was the room of a private jet pilot named Choi Youngjae.

"Nice to meet you Y/N! I hope we could create good memories here. I'd love to bring you on a helicopter and show you the aerial view of California." He mused but you're not entirely impressed but acted as if you were in order to not hurt his feelings.

"Aww I'd like that. The view must be amazing!" You cringed at your own words but smart enough to mask it.

Hmm, you foresee someone who's potentially going to go home first in this show. His words lacked personality and character and not well thought.

Come on, you obviously had rode a helicopter and saw the aerial view of California. You ride it to work whenever the traffic is congested. He could at least thought of another country or state but instead he settled with Cali, the state where you are based in.

Disappointed, you moved on to the next room, surprisingly, the atmosphere was different, the area was dimly lit and the man sitting on the chair had his legs spread.

"Hi.." He spoke with a deep, low voice that caused you to bite your lip.

"Hello.." You smiled amidst the tense situation, making your way towards him.

"Kim Taehyung.. Fashion designer and owner of TH Couture." He answered without you asking.

The male was quite blunt but his demeanor was alluring. There was a mysterious aura circling him, totally someone to keep an eye on. The conversation was as intense as Jackson's but the two of you had the same interest which was fashion so you didn't feel as awkward as when you were with Jackson.

After Taehyung, it is down to three more people, you were already losing momentum and excitement as you already had spoken to 11 men that night. Before entering the next room, you took a deep breathe and loosen up your shoulders.

In the room was a man, he looked the most different, he had a lengthy name, a Thai one.

"Kunpimook Bhuwakul, but just call me Bam Bam.. I know my name's quite long and I'm also more comfy with Bam Bam.." He bowed to you like a gentleman and smiled handsomely at you.

"That's an adorable name! Bam Bam huh?" You sat down and grinned at the latter.

"You think so? You're adorable-er" He winked at you and caught you off-guard.

As the five minutes of jokes and flirty pickup lines ended, you bid farewell to the Thai man, little did you know that the person you just talked to was related to the Thai royal family.

Entering the 2nd last room, there was a tall man, looking around the well-furnished room but as soon as you came in, his attention diverted to you.

He greeted you with enthusiasm, introducing himself as Kim Yugyeom, an app developer and gaming streamer.

"Gosh you're pretty." He said straight-forwardly while smiling brightly and hugging you snugly.

"And GOSH you're tall!" You replied with those words and the same smile as what he had on his face. At this rate, reciprocation is really your best friend when you don't know how to react or reply to a certain remark from the suitors.

You talked about the apps Yugyeom had developed and the variations amazed you. He had created tons of apps such as games, workout apps, e-commerce platforms, online stores and sorts. But when he started talking about games, you began to lose interest in the chatter. Games weren't your strongest suit but you were happy that he is passionate about them and sharing it with you.

Finally! The last room! Which meant that this person is the last person to arrive to the villa. You wonder who this latecomer is and when you got into the area, your eyes widened.

Jeon Jungkook? He was somebody you had worked with and still actively working with. He is the person in charge of the photography and videography for Socialità and seeing him on The Bachelorette is a huge surprise.

"Wait.. JK?" You didn't know how to react.

"Hey! There's my girl!" He walked towards you with his bunny smile and gave you a hug. You couldn't believe that this was happening, Selma and Gio must've put him in to pull a prank on you.

"One question. Why?" You laughed in disbelief.

"Can't a man try?" He questioned back cheekily.

You two continued the conversation casually without any awkwardness as the two of you had known each other already. That was when you got to know that he had taken a liking on you ever since you two started working together. Everything he told you had sounded sincere so far.

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After the first meetings were over, all the men were put in the lounge to get to know each other's competition while you were interviewed by the crew regarding your first impressions of all of your suitors.

"Well everyone was pleasant. But there were a few who didn't pass my vibe check. I guess we just gotta see how it goes." You gave an ambiguous answer to the camera.

"Who do you think caught your eyes the most?" Henry, the producer asked.

"Hmm.. I don't want to seem bias, I mean this is the 1st episode after all but... Hoseok was fun to be around.. Jackson came off very strong. And well Jungkook too of course!"

"You seem to know him.." The producer stated.

"Yes yes.. We actually work together.. I didn't know that he'd want to participate in this show too." You shrugged and flashed a pearly white smile.

"Do you see anyone who might be going home soon?"

"Oof.. That's a dangerous question. That'd probably be ..."

To be continued (3 March, 12 AM, KST)

Author's note: Sorry for the delay guys! I underestimated the length of this chapter but I hope you guys like it! Don't forget to like and reblog this to show support! Also follow so you don't miss out on updates! This chapter is more of an introductory chapter so we'll be seeing more action and interaction between Y/N and de boyzzz.

Who do you think would be eliminated first?

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pocketramblr · 3 years

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im going to be so fucking predictable right now but, for a prompt... how about some momnight

I'm going to do my Very Best at this though I am very unpracticed with writing her so here we go!

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"Alright, class. Today we're supposed to do a lesson that follows up on the interviews you did yesterday with Midnight and Mt. Lady. Which means I'm not teaching."

With that, Aizawa-sensei flopped to the ground. The thud was only slightly cushioned by the sleeping bag around him. A few students winced.

"Exactly!" Midnight said, shoving open the door. "This time, we'll be practicing a little more with cameras and a little less with talking."

Oh? The students all leaned in, curious and excited.

"We'll be practicing photo shoots! Come to studio 1-4, come on." She stepped to the side as the class got excited, and just waved Aoyama out the door when he jumped to go ask her a million questions, sparkling.

Toru was excited too, though she took more time to stand than the others. By the time she had, Yaomomo had already dragged the reluctant Jiro out of the room, and all that remained were Bakugo and Koda.

"Not going to be the last one there, I hope, Bakugo?" Midnight asked, tone of voice edging into a tease.

Bakugo grumbled about it being stupid, but he did hurry more out the door.

"And you, Koda? Nothing to be scared about, the camera doesn't bite." But their teachers sure might, if they dawdled- or interrupted anymore of Aizawa's extended naptime.

"Right!" Toru agreed, skipping to the back of the room to reach for the boy's arm. "Come on, it'll be a fun lesson! Better than a pop quiz, and maybe you'll even get to do a cute picture, like holding a bunny!"

Koda stared at her sleeve for a long moment, then finally nodded.

When they passed Midnight at the door, Toru looked up and realized the woman's smile had slipped a little; she looked thoughtful, brow furrowed behind her glasses.

The smile came back quickly though, as she tugged the door closed behind them and hurried them to the studio where the class was waiting for them.

Haya-senpai was also waiting for them, apparently. The cool girl stood in front of a group of third years by the side wall of the room, where several desks and mirrors and lights had been shoved in a row. The rest of the room was cleared out, backdrops and green screens angled around with a few stools and props.

"Alright, class 1a, before we get ready for your first shoot, there are some things to know." Midnight closed the door behind her. "You can take notes on your phone, if you want. There are several different kinds of photoshoots. What ones can you think of?"

"Ooh!" Mina waved her hand and was called on. "There's magazine photoshoots, and if you're lucky you'll be on the front page!"

"Certainly, magazine shoots. What else- Yaoyorozu?"

"Advertisements, with products?"

"Very good, you've done some of that already, haven't you? Alright, what other kinds?"

Toru waved her arm, humming so she'd be more noticed. Midnight crooked her finger at her. "Makeup? Well I guess that could be a product too, but there's also fashion shoots."

"Right on, Hagakure."

The class was quiet for a few moments, and Midnight nodded. "There's other kinds too- a headshot shoot, some hero agencies will require them for an application or their site. Portraits, lifestyle, sports, glamor, portfolio- the point is, there’s different types, and different points to each of them.”

Tsuyu raised a hand, and got a nod. “Midnight, all the different types, but don’t they boil down to either work use- like the headshots- or publicity for everything else?”

“That’s not a bad way of looking at it, Asui,” The teacher tapper her cheek as she paused, “But there’s more than that. You could also be doing it for benefit of others, either like a charity calendar photos, or perhaps even as a favor for a friend if one of them asks for a photo op.”

“And if,” Bakugo spoke up, apparently at the end of his patience for waiting for an explanation, “we don’t care about that crap? Publicity? If we haven’t got any friends who just want to take pictures of us?”

Midnight’s smile stretched, just a little, like a smirk. “Not a bad question. Anyone else think they have an answer?”

No one spoke, looking at each other, then Iida raised his hand.

“Midnight-sensei! Regardless of wanting to do publicity or charity or not, an agency may require to and all parts of a hero career should be done as exactly as one can, whether or not you want to-”

Midnight coughed. “Not bad, Iida, but not what I was thinking of. Bakugo, everyone, consider it like this. Once you become a hero- before that, even- you are going to have publicity. You are going to have paparazzi. Your photos are going to end up in ragmags no matter what you do.” She emphasized those words with a tap from her whip to her palm. “But, you can decide how you present yourself in other media. Sure, you can go way underground like Eraser. Or, you can take control of your representation. Choose your own photographers, magazines, products, vlogs, anything. That’s why you have to learn how to do these photoshoots and other media courses.” She clapped her hands, and the third years jumped. “So, we start with makeup.”

The older students waved some of her classmates forward, and Toru pushed Koda forward so he’d sit.

She found herself watching them get makeup put on, holding Iida’s glasses for him while Haya mused with his hair. Next to him, a senior was marking lines under Uraraka’s eyes to make the lashes pop.

“That looks really cute!”

“Thanks!”

“Do you mind me using a bit more foundation here?” Another senior said, poking at Midoriya. “It’s not quite even, but some of your freckles are showing through still.”

“Uhh,” Midori said, eloquently.

The older student raised his eyebrow.

“Um, actually, its,”

“It’s what, Midoriya?” Midnight asked, stepping from out of nowhere to peer over his shoulder at his mirror.

“It’s fine!” The makeup didn’t completely hide how red his face went.

Their teacher met his gaze in the reflection, clicking her tongue. “Come on, what did I say the point of the lesson was?”

“Um, control?” Midoriya asked, then went “Oh.”

Midnight smiled, straightening back up.

“I’d like my freckles to be- to not be covered up. Please.” Midoriya was still red, but the senior just shrugged.

“Alright. I’ll darken them with this then instead, so they actually show well under the lights and all that.”

He nodded, relaxing back in his seat, and Midnight squeezed his shoulder before moving on, nodding at Iida before looking at her.

“Hagakure, you haven’t gotten someone to start makeup yet?”

Toru shook her head- and shoulders. “No, Sensei. It’s not like I’ll show up on camera anyway, so.” She kept her voice cheerful, but her smile faltered halfway through.

It was fun to watch everyone else get dolled up and decorated... but would probably be fun if she could join them too.

Midnight stared at her, and she couldn’t read the expression before the teacher shook her head. “No, no. You’ll still have to participate and I have an idea!” She took Toru’s hand, then led her to the seat next to Uraraka.

Toru couldn’t keep the startled giggle from bubbling up as she sat.

“Midoriya,” Midnight said, riffling through the makeup on the desk, “You heard Hagakure. What do you think she could do in a photoshoot like this?”

“Hm.” Midoriya considered it, but when he answered he sounded much more confident than he had earlier. “Well, she’s invisible, but anything on her wouldn’t be. You could play with elements like dust or sparkles to suggest shape in an interesting way- oh, if you don’t mind being in your hero suit, that is.”

Midnight hummed an affirmation. “There’s a lot you and your team could do with that, and body paint is a fun medium to work with.” She paused, then leveled an eyeshadow brush at Toru like it was her whip. “Only when you’re eighteen, though. What do you think, Uraraka?”

“You could use your quirk, you know, to shine?” The brunette waved a hand. “Lighting up in different places to outline you, maybe, it’d look really cool if you had a space-y dress or something with it.”

“Oooh,” Toru had to admit that would be fun. It’d need a dark background and probably a camera without a flash or something, but it would be a picture of her, using her own quirk.

“Or like, even a space suit or something alien!”

“As long as I don’t upstage Mina!”

Midnight decided on something, then turned back with a nod, eyes sparkling. “Those are good ideas. Now, I’m going to try something with eyeshadow on you. Tell me when your eyes are closed.”

Toru closed her eyes as asked. “They are now, Midnight.”

If the point of this lesson was control, she wasn’t quite sure that this counted since she was just letting someone else do it, but Toru didn’t mind. She had a couple new ideas bouncing around for real photoshoots, in the future, and she really wanted to see what her teacher came up with.

She’d been right, this was fun.

It tickled a little, when Midnight traced eyeliner all on the sides of her face, but Toru managed to keep her face still enough. Then came brushes and colors she couldn’t see, shapes she could feel but not recognize.

Finally, the touches to her face stopped and she heard the brush clatter on the table.

“You can open your eyes now.” Midnight said, moving out of the way between the chair and the mirror.

Toru gasped, then stood so she could lean closer to her reflection.

Her teacher had painted elaborate designs over both her eyes, branching out like butterfly wings. They shimmered with many neutral tones, light and brown and pink between the black lines. A few sparkles were touched heavier on the ends, and overall they looked beautiful.

“Oh! Guys, look!” Toru turned, and Uraraka gasped too, clapping.

“Those look so pretty!”

“Right? Thank you so much, Midnight-sensei!”

The hero laughed, waving a hand. “You’re very welcome. You’ll have to work with the photographer to decide how to model it on your own though. Speaking of...” She checked the clock on the wall. “Fifteen minutes left! Get to pictures then washing off.”

She walked off down the row again, checking on the other students, though not before she squeezed Toru’s shoulder for a second when she passed.

Toru was beaming as she asked for a senior with a camera to work with her, and she ended up with a picture of herself winking- one eye open to show the full butterfly, the other closed to show the colors swirled on the eyelid too.

It looked pretty, and it looked fun. It felt like a perfect picture.

#*offers this* sorry it took a while #it was pretty fun to write tho!#pocket talks to people #owlf45 #my writing

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infinites-chaser · 3 years

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Aaaaaaaaa vaaaaal! I love it! You’re amazing! Can i request for a dictionary prompt: wonderstruck, fluff with my beloved victor?

won·der·struck. adj. to suddenly feel awed delight or wonder.

(a word whose origins lie in Taylor Swift’s song, ‘Enchanted,’ in which she sings: this night is sparkling/don’t you let it go/I’m wonderstruck/blushing all the way home.)

there's a Rumi line he'd read once:

trade your cleverness for wonder.

and there are more eloquent translations (sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment, or perhaps it’s purchase bewilderment in this money-driven world), but he likes this one, likes its simplicity, its straightforward nature.

but here's the thing: he doesn't do wonder. because what's there to wonder about, when your day's perfectly planned, what in the mundane and routine schedules is there to be surprised by, to find awe in?

there's nothing, that's what. he finds flaws. finds errors, wrinkles in reasoning and calculations. irons them out.

meetings, paperwork, rinse, repeat. day in, day out.

nothing changes. he's not sure he wants it to.

he likes it when everything's predictable. some days he uses his Evol to make sure it is.

better a moment planned, he thinks, a moment perfected, than a moment missed because he hadn’t anticipated it at all.

day out, day in. paperwork, meetings. rinse. repeat.

because he doesn't do wonder. he doesn't. not like she does, her eyes as wide as they’d been seventeen years ago, still seeing the world at its best, as it could be, still seeing things in it to find beauty in, no matter how small. to love, no matter how silly, no matter how simple, no matter how mundane.

(and what does it mean to have gone through the worst of the world as a child and come out of it still hoping and dreaming, still full to the brim of kindness, still offering up love, unconditional, still wishing the world would do the same?)

she turns her face to the sky when the sun’s come out after a dreary morning’s rain and ends up five minutes late to their meeting,

she comes into his office one day, her hair mussed, jacket wrinkled, gasping out a breathless explanation of how there’d been a child on the bus complaining of the cold,

she sends him hastily captured pictures of things from her walk to work and the places the company takes her, flowers or pretty pebbles, the crack in a wall that she claims looks like his initials, clouds and the sky, once a blurry sunset captioned you should’ve come with us!

and he calls her dummy. says, don’t waste your time on things like that, says, don’t send me a picture of a ladybug, send me a copy of your finished report, silly,

when what he really wants to do is ask, why?

why send him blurry pictures when they both know with a DSLR in hand, she could create real art?

why turn in a report half-finished an hour past their agreed-upon deadline, filled to the brim with ideas that could be promising if she’d given them more than a moment’s thought?

why— why settle for imperfection if you know you can do better? what’s there to marvel at in the world’s flaws, in a fluke of a moment, clumsy and inelegant?

he watches her. watches how she moves through the world, tries to understand it. tries to ask her, but the words always come out wrong, too sharp, too confrontational, because half of him desperately wants her to do better, while the other half’s caught up in worrying if the way he’s been living hasn’t been quite living at all.

he snaps at her. she snaps back. (they’re both too stubborn for their own good.)

she turns in her reports with a huff. after a particularly scathing comment from him, she gives the next report to goldman, and he goes a week without seeing her at all.

in her absence, he pulls all the reports she’s ever given him from the file in his desk, reads them through, once, twice, thrice. again and again, until he’s worn his pride thin enough to let himself admit that she’s taken his criticisms in stride, that she’s improved. (he wonders if he can say the same for himself.)

the next time she walks into his office to deliver her report, he bites back his instinctive snipe. doesn’t rise to the bait of her clumsily-worded, thinly-veiled insult. instead, he counts to ten in his head. once, twice, thrice. takes a breath. tries a “well done.”

“this idea’s a good one,” he says, the words coming slow and stilted but genuine. “i can tell you put a lot of thought into it.”

he adds on a “dummy“ before the shocked silence can stretch on for even longer.

she blinks. a slow, hesitant smile spreads across her face.

“thank you,” she says softly.

then, with more confidence:

“but, tell me, what can i improve?”

and against all odds, he feels an answering smile form on his lips as he replies.

because he doesn’t do wonder. doesn’t know how to see beauty in anything less than perfect, doesn’t know how to default not to criticism but to finding the silver lining of a situation.

he doesn’t. not like she does. but he wants to learn for her. he wants to try.

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ALIA! ALIAAAA! this is abysmally late and i am here to thank you once again for this prompt meme hnNNNNNGh i swear iM still working on your librarian ask too classes have just been devouring me :> but i just. really love this word and imo it r e a l l y suits victor goD you didn’t hear it from me but i have been developing the biggest appreciation for the victor/mc pre-relationship dynamic just like!! the new side of mc we see through victor and how his time’s frozen and her coming back into his life unfreezes it and to be human is to grow!! and be imperfect!! blahblahblah valslifephilosophysoapbox.txt and YEAH. i had this idea a while back and didn’t have time to finish it until now and hOPEFULLY IT DIDN’T GET TOO p r e a ch y and hopefully?? this is fluffy(?!?!) but gosh this was fun ^^ hope you enjoy <333 love you lots!

#mlqc #mlqc victor #val writes #mlqc fanfic #i have. many thoughts about victor/mc's different philosophies aND how they clash with each other but ultimately serve to #help each other grow as people #especially on victor's end #and MC just helps victor soften and relax and he kind of provides more structure to her idealistic goals #and YEAH. hm

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freebooter4ever · 2 years

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So ive alluded to but havent really talked about the emotional roller coaster the past few months have been (aside from complaining regularly about housing search, sorry about that)

When i was house sitting and staying at the artist's house on the hill back in october, i was calling nick a lot, like a few times a week i think, my only excuse being i was super lonely living there alone. And he started talking about us living on a boat together again. He's mentioned this before - i believe it was a daydream of his early on when we first met. And you know how i am with good storytellers. Complete sucker. I think it was like the second time we went out on a not-date, after wandering around squirrel hill / sitting in te cafe talking for like five hours, he just started describing how he imagined me on a boat. Obviously in a more eloquent way than how im making it sound.

But anyway it sounded like recently he got an offer to rebuild (and own) a 1950's wooden sailboat and so he was spinning these grand ideas of what adventures we could have, and that i should join him on the east coast and we'd sail all over, living and working on this boat. And im totally crazy because i actually considered it, seriously thought about it. Ive been hating my life here for so long, that an escape sounded ideal.

I knew i would never - im too determined to make my career work whatever the fuck that means. And i think i know that if i give up and leave this city now i will literally never come back because i discovered i kind of hate it.

Fast forward to thanksgiving - the news broke about WDI moving to florida. i didnt think about it until while on a walk i unexpectedly ran into an old friend who pre-pandemic worked for WDI here and in japan and he confirmed that, yes, ALL of imagin**ring is being moved. (also that yes its definitely a power play)

Like you all know how obsessed i am with living in glendale, i still remember how i almost cried even just driving THROUGH glendale when i first came to LA in 2018. Just seeing that name on the damn freeway signs. Id only ever read that name in countless books on imagine*ring and the Parks. I dID get to live in glendale for a few years, and let me tell you it never got old putting that city down on letters and stuff. It was like i was SO CLOSE to this weird nebulous sort of daydream ive had since i was 10. I had this idea that id go out to california and live like the people did in those books - living in this mysterious glendale place, traveling worldwide for research, spending lazy weekends in the parks studying and observing like walt used to do. Obviously that didnt happen lol.

But now with this news of the move to florida...ugh. I think i might go back and rewatch justin's old old videos about releasing childhood dreams so you can find something better. Because that just killed mine. I knew the corporate culture at the mouse was becoming...toxic. Rumors abound. But there's also enough good things happening around it that i thought maybe that would be worth it despite the shit. But now??? Ugh i have a few friends who spent some time as imag*ne*rs in florida...they hated it. Said it was like living in tourist land 24/7. My one friend hated it so much he moved back to nyc. Yeah. He gave up sunshine and working a dream job to go back to snow and cold just so he could live in a 'real' city again lol.

I dont know what i want to do anymore. Without imagin**ring i dont even know why im here anymore. The founder of my research project i worked in after college idolized WDI too. He actually got the chance to work with them on some projects for VR back in the 90's. He's got a plaque in w* d* world in florida with his name and his quote on it commemerating him after he died. There's a photo of me and my research team all standing around the plaque proudly. But he always insisted he was first and foremost an academic, even if his childhood dream may have been more along the lines of being an imag*neer. And you know the whole time i was working with that project, and kind of keeping in the back of my mind my own end goal of how i wanted to live this magical socal imagin**ring lifestyle...i always kind of thought that he was an academic because he couldnt have made it as an imag*neer, just wasnt at that level. I never stopped to consider that it might have been a choice. I feel a little shitty for that now.

Anyway how do you cure a broken heart over dreams? And the answer is tragically not going to be go escaping with nick on some boat...that most recent phone call reminded me just how much he randomly turns on me in anger and i can never figure out wtf i did. I may admire him greatly for everything he is in life, but we wouldn't last two days alone together lol.

#Journal shit

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kodzumie-archived · 3 years

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lmao im getting some brainrot for selfish nagito so here is my take on the idea. i didnt really write how the reader was feeling during the whole thing cause i wanted to focus on nagito. sorry if you wanted more reader action.

a selfish nagito, kind of like my predator nagito, is accidentally selfish.

nagito makes the foreplay all about you. he goes down on you, kisses you gently and is very sweet. he babbles on about how he is so lucky and that he doesn't deserve to touch you. he refuses you let you return the favor.

when we get to the main event, nagito is very nervous and is saying something along the lines of "are you sure you want trash like me to do something this amazing with an incredible, hopeful person like you?" when you say yes nagito is taken aback but lines himself up and starts to push in.

when he pushes his tip in, he's gone. a cloudy gaze overtakes his normally observant eyes and a statically film washes over his brain and clouds his mind. it's the most incredible feeling, the best thing he's ever felt in his pathetic life. he needs to feel more.

after a moment of staring off into space he slowely pushes in further and the more he pushes in, the more he's spiraling down into ecstasy. he feels like he's going to die from how amazing your soft walls are around his cock. when he bottoms out, which takes a while from him savoring the feeling of being inside you, it's like a switch suddenly flips and he starts thrusting into you without care.

he's leaning over you, grabbing you by the waist pretty hard, and drooling like crazy. he's moaning, crying out in pleasure and is babbling about something you can't decipher. tears are poking out of the corners in his eyes and his clouded eyes ocassionally roll back for a moment. you can feel him jackhammering into you way harder than you thought someone as lanky and frail looking as him was capable of doing. you hear gibberish that kind of sounds your name and and something that sounds like "i love you".

he starts babbling about how he's gonna cum and how tight you feel around him and soon enough you cum, the tightness of your warmth throwing him over the edge. the grip on your waist becomes tight enough to leave bruises and he cums with a cry of your name.

he stares off for a moment with his still cloudy gaze that suddenly sobers when the afterglow wears off. he looks at you with a horrified and panicked gaze when he realizes he just fucked you without any regard for how you felt. he starts crying and frantically apologizes and says that "such a worthless human being like me should've never put my filthy hands on you". you assure him your okay but he isn't listening and rushes off to grab some water and a warm washcloth to clean you up.

///// lmao i wish i could've ended that better, sorry. i still hoped yall enjoyed tho.

THIS IS INCREDIBLE!! HONESTLY, INCREDIBLE ISN’T ENOUGH TO DESCRIBE HOW GREAT THIS IS AAAAHH!!

The description and narrative through his mind was so eloquently coneyed, it was so believable in terms of how he gradually lost himself in the pleasure!

“A cloud overtakes his normally observant eyes and a statically film washes over his brain...”

THIS!! THE USE OF FILM WAS SO SMART, SERIOUSLY!! IT REITERATES THE REPITITION OF HIS OVERWHELMED THOUGHTS AND IT’S DESCRIBED SO GOOD AAAAHH!!

“After a moment of staring off into space he slowly pushes in further and the more pushes in, the more he’s spiraling down into ecstasy.”

THIS!! THE GRADUAL BUILD-UP LITERALLY GAVE ME BUTTERFLIES IT’S SO SUSPENSFUL AND THE ANTICIPATION IS AAAAHH IT FLOWS SO SMOOTHLY I SWEAR I GOT CHILLS FROM HOW GOOD THAT WAS WRITTEN AS!!!

AND AND—WHEN HE FINALLY SNAPS!!! AAAAHH MY MIND BLANKED FROM THE PURE DUMBIFICATION CAUSE THAT SPIRALED INTO A COVETOUS MINDSET SO WONDERFULLY AAA!!

I LOVE HOW YOU KEPT IT WITHIN HIS PERSPECTIVE, I LOVE SEEING THROUGH THE EYES OF THE CHARACTERS THEMSELVES!! AND YOU CONVEYED HIS THOUGHTS SO WELL!! THIS IS AMAZING AND SO VERY HOT AAAA!!!

I ADORE YOUR MIND!! I ADORE YOUR BRAINROTS!! I GENUINELY LOVE ALL YOUR IDEAS FOR NAGITO AAAA YOUR WRITING IS IMMACULATE AS WELL!!!!

AAAAAAH YES YES YES YES!!! WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE HOW GOOD THIS IS, AAAHH!!! THANK YOU FOR THIS, YOU’RE SERIOUSLY INCREDIBLE!!! <33

#kodzu.asks!#kodzu’s.loves!

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idontwanttospoiltheparty · 3 years

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Ive never really understood the hype surrounding Taylor Swift - I mean, I like some of her songs, but im not big on modern pop music so generally she just doesn’t really click for me. But I find it interesting that theres quite a few of Beatles/Swift blogs - like, they should have very little in common given that they’re from completely different eras and all, but somehow people seem to find a lot of semblance between the two. << and thats not me shitting on any of these blogs btw! Hope I don’t come off as rude or condescending there <3

Anyway, I was just wondering what got you into Taylor Swift? (I think ive read your post on how you got into the Beatles)

Hi, anon! Don't worry, I don't think you're rude or condescending! I agree they don't have too much in common and I don't really like their music for the same reasons.* I do have a playlist of Paul songs that have similar vibes to Taylor songs but it's mostly lyric-based. (Also the Beatles For Sale songs actually have quite the Taylor-tinge because Paul and John were not immune to Country Music)

I saw @stewy say once that a possible reason there are a good handful of us Swiftie-Beatle People on here is the appeal of a vast discography, which I agree with. If you have an artist/group with 200ish songs, it's just really fun to really dive into their work and explore all the facets. I also think: we're talking about the most popular band of all time and one of the highest-selling artists of the 21st century. They have a lot of fans so there's bound to be overlap, regardless of musical differences.

Moving on to your question: Getting into Taylor was an extremely personal experience for me and so my explanation is probably going to be kind of long so I'll put it under a read more.

It was spring-summer 2014, I was 15. I had heard the more popular songs of hers starting with Love Story and enjoyed pretty much all of them (I always found her hopelessly romantic point of view fascinating) but before I got a Spotify account in 2013 it was difficult in general for me to really get into an artists' entire discography so most of her songs had flown under my radar.

At the time, I was in this very weird sort of codependent online friendship with this girl who was basically my first real best friend and my first more or less crush. She was very depressed and I was very much in an I Could Fix Her™ mood, except that I obviously couldn't fix her and it made me feel like I wasn't enough and she had begun pulling more and more away from me and not replying to my messages and it was simply driving me insane. I consider it the saddest period in my life.

at some point during this period, I started trying to connect with other people (all online, I didn't know how to talk seriously to anyone IRL) and explaining the issues I'd been having, and one of the people who brought me joy and whom I actually felt not drained talking to was a huge swiftie. And IDK the fact that she loved Taylor and the fact that talking to her made my life better (and also the fact that I liked all the Taylor songs I knew at that point) just made me decide to give her a listen. And I think that whole "large discography discovery" phenomenon really helped me at the time (funny, because her discography has doubled since then). It gave me something new to focus on; there were just so many songs to discover, all telling such rich stories. I also have always loved bridges, they are almost always my favourite part of a song. And Taylor, god-bless her, loves them too and always puts her ALL in them. Like pretty much every bridge of hers brings the song to the next level, and even a lot of her songs I don't adore tend to have great bridges (Stay Stay Stay and Paper Rings come to mind). I think one of her most underrated qualities is how good she is at song structure and really building up an entire musical journey with a song. She also almost always adds cool ad-libs in her second and third choruses to keep the songs interesting and dynamic (or at least since she's gone pop). Anyways, back to the story: Then Taylor announced 1989 as her next album and released Shake It Off, and it was just like this great happy thing for me to look forward to, when I had very little keeping me going. The era was promoting a lot of happiness which in hindsight was slightly fabricated and it was just a really great thing for me to latch onto.

At the same time I was coming to realize that I was gonna have to pull away completely from my friend and all those break-up songs just… Hit, y'know? Like, some people seem to think Taylor's a one-trick pony because she likes to write break-up songs but to me, break-ups are just like this moment where you as a human can potentially feel every single emotion, and Taylor's songs have covered every facet of the concept. Here are some songs I remember from that period, that all meant a lot to me at the time because they explained my own pain to me so well:

Haunted, for the absolute terror you feel in the first moments you realize someone is probably gonna leave you. Come on, come on / Don't leave me like this / I thought I had you figured out / Something's gone terribly wrong / You're all I wanted.

I Almost Do, for the inner turmoil you feel when you know you have to stay away from someone for your own good but you really, really have to resist just running back to that person. We've made quite a mess, Babe / It's probably better off this way / And I confess, Babe / In my dreams you're touching my face / And asking me if I wanna try again / With you / And I almost do.

Last Kiss, for that absolute sadness that comes simply with remembering everything that was good and not comprehending how it could've possibly ended. I still remember / The look on your face / Lit through the darkness / At 1:58 / Words that you whispered / For just us to know / You told me you loved me / So why did you go / Away?

Forever and Always, for that feeling of desperately wanting to hold on to what you still have but at the same time realizing it probably isn't going to last and having no idea how to fix it, plus feeling like the other person doesn't even care. So here's to everything / Coming down to nothing / Here's to silence / That cuts me to the core / Where is this going? / Thought I knew for a minute / But I don't anymore.

Dear John, my all-time favourite song, for that moment you find clarity and realize that you deserved better and that you were headed in an extremely dark direction because of this other person. [DISCLAIMER: my friend did NOT abuse me nor did we have some inappropriate age difference. But the way she would ignore me and her general moodiness really affected my own mental health and self-worth problems] You paint me a blue sky / And go back and turn it to rain / And I lived in your chess games / But you changed the rules every day / Wondering which version of you I might get on the phone / Tonight / Well I stopped picking up / And this song is to let you know why.

(She's covered more aspects of break-ups in other songs [cheating, divorce, feeling awkward around your ex amongst others], these are just the ones I remember being really important to me when I was first getting into her)

She really helped me feel a lot less alone during one of my loneliest periods and I really can't thank her enough for that. Soon after this, I started crushing on a girl in my class and Taylor's love songs started to take on a new meaning for me as well.

What's crazy to me is, when she went on hiatus for a few years, a part of me thought maybe I'd grown out of her and no longer had much in common with her, but when reputation came out I was pulled right back into my love for her as a person and musician and then when Lover came out I found that she was still explaining feelings to me better than I ever could (specifically with the songs The Archer and Cornelia Street). And now with folklore and evermore she's simply absolutely perfected her story-telling and I find myself deeply moved even by the songs I don't directly relate to. I feel like she has this amazing ability to find the absolute truth in the specific. I've never had a summer romance with someone who already had a girlfriend and mostly wanted to go back to her, and yet the bridge of august feels so real to me, y'know?

Back when we were still changin' for the better Wanting was enough For me, it was enough To live for the hope of it all Cancel plans just in case you'd call And say, "Meet me behind the mall" So much for summer love and saying "us" 'Cause you weren't mine to lose

It's hard to explain but looking at this, like it's so much more than the story it's telling. It's talking about how when you're young you really need so little to feel satisfied; how sometimes the idea of someone maybe spending time with you is better than actually doing things with other people; and how if someone using you without much thought can make you feel like you're not even entitled to grieve what you lost. Sorry. I'll stop. Don't want to go insane.

So, all of this is very personal and unique to me, but I think really the main thing that draws me to her is how vulnerable and honest she is about emotions, how eloquently she can explain the pain of being alive to me. Some people think she isn't the strongest singer, but I think, much like John actually, one of her greatest assets is how good she is at projecting emotion. The song happiness is a song I think has some lyrically weak moments but her vocal performance on it is so raw and devastating that every single line works even when, looking at it on paper, it feels like it shouldn't.

Hope this rambling made sense to you, lmao?? I love talking about Taylor though so thanks for the ask! Also very open to giving song recs if you do want to check her out more but I won't unless solicited to lmao *Sort of off-topic but I do think there's a relation between my fascination with the Beatles' history and my love for a great break-up song. I like pain I guess :)

#ask #anon #taylor #mine

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hanibalistic · 3 years

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hey!! i’ve been reading through your hyunjin works and just wanted to say i love the way you write him! of course, your writing is amazing for all the members too but for hyunjin you always mention how beautiful he is, and i’m amazed by how many different ways you’re able to do that bc it never feels repetitive!! and i’m also fascinated by how despite the emphasis on his etherealness he still feels human and real. ig that kinda sounds weird but a lot of the works i’ve read describe beauty in good-looking characters so much to the point where it ends up feeling a bit unreal and kinda hard to imagine. but you do it just the perfect amount, and always balance it out with other aspects of him! and i also love love the hyunjin’s dynamic with mc in all of your works, and love how much depth you give their characters too, the quirks and habits you assign, which goes for all your works too.

but i think what i like most about ur hyunjin fics is the atmosphere is each of them. i’m not exactly sure how to describe the feeling each gives me and certainly not eloquent enough to do it either, but there’s always this tenderness? it’s like your works of him are coated in this fuzzy pink tenderness but then if u look behind that layer you’d get this boundless cosmos of potent emotions—sometimes it takes me a second or third read to fully comprehend just how many emotions there are or how strong they are (or sometimes just to fully fathom how beautifully put together your words and sentences are lol)

maybe it’s that way for all of your works which i haven’t gotten through yet so forgive me if that isn’t true. and maybe im just hyunjin-deprived atm 😂

this doesn’t rlly make any sense lmao anyways point is you’re an amazing writer and i love your writing style!! thank you for giving me such wonderful experiences!

hello there (❁´◡`❁) this is a rather long ask that deserves a long answer so i am going to bust out the cute faces! first of all, thank you so much for reading my works! i am happy that you like them!

hyunjin... he is not my most well-written member, so i am surprised to hear so many compliments on my writing for his works (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ) i do tend to focus on his looks a lot, mainly because i project into my writing a lot and well, i admire his appearances. but you are absolutely correct, ultimately i do not think ethereal is the word to describe hyunjin. if anything i think it degrades him in a sense. i explained it here in this ask, if you have not looked into it!

with all the kindness and affection he displays, hyunjin acts far too human, far too down-to-world for us to downgrade him to something we cannot explain. to just use a pretty word, like 'ethereal' to describe and call it a day. we can explain him, we can read him. that's the fundamental part of his beauty. it's that he is understandable and he makes us feel familiarity. he is not stars or galaxies, he is not here to be unknown and discovered. hyunjin wants to be heard and seen. he is here to be remembered and felt; the young scribbles on the rusty paint of your old home, the broken eye of your worn teddy bear that has rolled to the corner of your old room, the smell of your mother's shampoo after you left to be an adult for too long. it takes some time for you recognize, but they are not to be learned but to be remembered and felt.

tl;dr hyunjin is not the ethereal space. he is not stars and moon and sun. he is nothing out of touch. he is home. just home. a home that we have always had, a home that we can always go back to.

anyway, enough about that (although there seem to never be enough for hyunjin!). i never really thought my characters are anything special. for now, i think i am priding myself in my world-building and plot ideas (〃ﾟ3ﾟ〃) but thank you for liking my characters! they are always, somehow, a part of me. who i want to be, who i am, who i hated, who i wanted to have around, who i disliked—they are all parts of me, and i hold them to my heart dearly (most of them, at least). most of the traits i have are real-life human traits found in people around me, so i won't be surprised if you find them realistic and in-depth!

tenderness is a theme prevalent in my work, i believe? maybe i tend to overload them in hyunjin's, though (˚ᗜ˚*) and i also think the tenderness is different depending on who i am writing for. it can be soft and hearty for one person, but playful and nostalgic for another. they range differently depending on how i feel in real life about the idol, i suppose? (this is the part where i craft a character based on the idol, instead of the other way around, which is 98% of the case haha)

but yeah. i think... i think tenderness is very important. i think being able to be gentle with faulty people is very important, even though they hurt you. there is greatness in standing up to people immediately, of course, but sometimes when you see past the surface of the fault and recognize the guilt in it, i find it even greater to have heart. i value it because i, personally, need it; i don't have it a lot as my personality issues clashes with tenderness. i talk about this before as well—the importance of having people who are willing to allow kindness despite evil.

i just love loving, that is all. i love the tenderness of having dinner with someone, i love the softness in sharing a bed with someone, i love the gentleness in being taught something by my mother who told me the knowledge is taught to her by my father when they were young (i might... write something for this... maybe...). i say the same thing over and over again, but consider me head over heels and someone who is unable to let go.

#thank you so so so so much for this ask!#it is a joy to read. absolutely.#a: miffifie #reply #both you and seungshelf are the real one!

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Hannibal S3 chuckles.

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The netflix summary of episode one: Hannibal is enjoying his new life and sends a message to Will.

Yup. Enjoying it so much he has to tell Will how happy he is. Thats a thing happy people do.

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Hannibal getting bored in Italy: you know what would be fun? Terrifying Bedelia with a lecture about betrayal.

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Bedelia definatley trying to leave Hannibal: ....what are you doing Hannibal?

Hannibal murdering a Euro-version of Will: WHAT ARE YOU DOING? PINING? BC I AM NOT PINING. I AM FINE.

Bedeli: Fml.

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Hannibal’s message to Will: Please come find me. My new wife somehow underestimated what living with me would be like. She doesnt enjoy any murdering. So bored. I want someone to talk to and murder with xoxo Hannibal.

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Everyone: Well you must hate Hannibal after what he did.

Will:............i mean. Sure. If that makes you feel better.

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Bedelia: could you turn down the dramatics you are going to get caught.

Hannibal: *despondent and missing Will* Nothing matters. The world is bit a spinning sphere spiral toward chaos. All is darkness.

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*Hannibal literally murdering everyone he meets in Italy.

Bedelia: Could you not?

Hannibal: immediately stabs a professor with an ice pick.

*Bedelia pulling out the pick from the professors head*

Bedelia: At the dinner table?

Hannibal: All is darkness. I technically did not murder this man. Everything is dying always. Nothing is truly alive.

Bedelia: FML.

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Jack: if i try to help Will enough now it wil make up for ignoring him and not believing him before.

Will: I am more sane right now than i have been for most of the show.....

Jack: I WILL HELP YOU.

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Chiyoh: I wouldn’t do this to an animal.

Will: Oh yea. We could be friends.

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Bedelia really wanting Will Garham to die so Hannibal will stop moping. So she just starts trying to convince him to eat him.

Hannibal: omg how have I never thought of this?

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Chiyoh meeting Will: oh great. There’s two.

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Chiyoh: YEET!

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Bedelia caring for Hannibal s wounds and generally him.

Hannibal: god i miss will.

Bedelia: Nevermind im just going to poison myself.

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Mason: Last time that i played with Hannibal i ate my own face.............................................

Im sure this time will be fine.

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Hannibal at the farm watching Will ripping off Cordels ear: I am so glad I didnt kill you. This is delightful.

Will:........yea

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Hannibal just chatting about being eaten.

Will casually manipulating Alana bc he is just done.

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Just Hannibal with a hammer coming to get his man.

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Hannibal: would you watch over me.

Chiyoh: yes.

Hannibal: Cool. Im about to make the next three years pretty boring.

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Will after the Farm: i have to get away from this man bc i both love and hate him.

Hannibal: Yea about that......no.

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Hannibal at the end of season 2: you would put me in a cage!

Hannibal halfway through season 3: I will put me in a cage so as soon as you miss me you will come back. And if you take too long I will manufacture a reason for us to hang out.

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Will: i want nothing to do with murder. I am a changed person.

Hannibal: Hey.

Will:...........fuck.

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Hannibal: Wait we arent friends anymore?

Will: No.

Hannibal: First how dare you.

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Will:this is fine. I can see him. It will be fine.

Hannibal: Are you a good dad to that kid I can smell on you?

Will internally: omg i miss you so much.

Will externally: ESCAPES IMMEDIATELY.

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Molly: yea i know he was besties with the Ripper. Buuuut hes so nice.

Anyone normal: wtf?

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Freddie : Still alive *POKE*

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Alana: I will protect Will from you.

Hannibal: U know he likes it.

Alana: HOW DARE YOU?

Hannibal: He has murdered several people.

Alana: Listen to all that bullshit coming out of your mouth. For shame.

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Will: fuck off Freddie

Freddie: But i gave you a big dick box when i broke into your hospital room and took a nude photo of you.

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Molly: i love you and i will be here when you come home.

Will:..............yup. Thats a thing that will happen. Of course. For sure.

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Jack: I have learned my lesson. Be free will.

Will: Thank you.

Jack: untilanothermurderershowsup.

Wil: wat?

Jack: nothing.

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Bedelia giving a speech about her book. Sees will in the crowd: oh shit.

Will: hey bitch whats good.

Both proceed to have an i knew him better fight.

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Bedelia: ur not a killer

Will: i mean.........if it makes you feel better.

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Hannibal: god Will is not paying me near enough attention.

Oh.

I know what i will do.

Lets have his family murdered.

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Chilton throwing a bitch fit outside Hannibals cell.

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We need a moron to bait the dragon.

Alana: oh Chilton.

Will: Oh natch.

Jack: Of course.

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“The unfortunate fate of Frederik has put me into quite a good humor.” Fucking classic.

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Will: Im gone. Its done. I dont miss him. Im fine.

Dragon: uh. I want to make lector....

Will: oh thank god. I can help you.

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Will: im going to let Hannibal out. But it’s just pretend.......I promise.

Bedelia: You miserable bitch.

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Will and Hannibal having a very intense conversation about the Dragon.

The nurses exchanging awkward glances.

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Hannibal having just the best time during the escape.

Will both over it and knowing he will follow.

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Hannibal being all eloquent when taking through his wound.

Dragon: imma film ur death.

Hannibal: If you hadnt reunited me with my beloved i swear to god. We were having a moment.

#just insomnia things #insomia #hannibal #insomnia got me like

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