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the-defendery-189 · 3 months

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ASTROLOGY OBSERVATIONS #1

Venus & Neptune square and aspects in general, especially negative ones - lazy, creative, and inspirational, yet so delusional and preferring their fantasies to the relatity in their relationships and often not even realise they're doing that.

Capricorn and Virgo and Aquarius suns are imo the ones to hate astrology the most, like once they learn there are also bad things about their signs, wow!!!, they immediately hate it and GOOOD, astrology is so TERRIBLE and UNREAL and FAKE... 🙄🙄🙄

Scorpio suns are very hypocritical. Once they say some things but when it's suddenly against them, you're just making it up, it never happened! Also gaslight people and are just generally very proud and irrational when hurt a lot. Blame others a lot. Get all defensive and icky when people actually try to accuse them of something they have done.

Geminis can use fake tears to make you pity them and then act like it's all your fault, anyways.

Also sags use their feelings to try to gaslight people and make them feel sad for them and excuse themselves when they just don't care about them anymore, and just make them seem like it's all the other persons fault, when they'll still go like "its not you, it's me" in the end.

Cancer suns are very quirky in a kind of disgusting way, personally I get very annoyed by them and they still think I think they're oh so cute.

Also cancer men are very manipulative and might want to seem like the prince charming and saviour of all the women. Often matriarchal and want women to have all the power. Also submissive to them in sex and generally want women to be the dominant ones in a relationship. Often grew up in a home without a father, who left them as a child, their mother ruling the household. Might be the youngest sibling. Bullied in school and bullying others, hiding behind the "but I'm a soft boy uwu 😩😣💖💖💖🫀🫀🫀❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥💔💔💔👈👈👈" excuse and trauma that have happened to them. Either metalheads or soft boys uwu discord kittens. Often joke about furries and cringe weird communities and their obsessions. Very chronically online and may have grew up as a YouTube creepy pasta or smth else child.

Also Cancer men - Will pretend to listen to a girl because they know this is what they want --- because of that mother relationship they grew up with. But seriously just not give a fuck for real in their heads, they just know how to be smart and manipulate women. Don't feel comfortable around men BCS of their too-much-comfortable being they happen to switch on when are with women. Often put on a mask in front of men and pretend to be someone who they aren't. Men might think they're cool then, which j really don't understand. Like what???

Also cancer men and women - mommy issues, if it wasn't obvious. Can be very backstabbing and distrustful and think of themselves as mega hot and the best. Often boring texters and talkers. Rant a lot and talk about their hyperfixations and how the world is cruel and shit towards them, but really sometimes you can't help but wonder if they don't deserve it.

Saturn in 7th - Abusive relationships, getting married later in life, husband/wife popular and maybe rich, so if they abuse you, nobody might believe you and everybody will be on their side because they might be just more charismstic than you.

My parents both have this placement and it is HELL.

Lilith in 10th, 1th - Women envy you, hate you and sabotage you, men think you're too dark and edgy for them. People thinking you think you're better then them, this hating you. Being too charismatic for your own good.

Leo Venus - again, as it is with the Saturn in 7th. Could be more popular and overall likeable so if they do terrible things to you, nobody will believe you. Might just be nobody believing me cuz of crazy people around me tho.

Neptune in 1st - people might find you very attractive and ethereal, but also project on you A LOT. Meaning connections and relationships with you are just really difficult to even happen BCS people are always so judging and mean towards you.

Chiron in 1st - Body image issues, partners might abuse you and body shame you, people thinking less of you and in childhood parents often telling you you look ugly. I'm sorry people, I have this placement too tho so its not like I'm shaming you too, just I can feel your pain.

Scorpio ascendant - Too assertive and proud of your uniqueness and too opinionated for your own good. You guys are so clear with your speaking and always speak your mind and aren't fearful to express yourself how you feel and how your think and are always so like colorful with the things you say if you know what I mean. People will despise you for that and try to shut you up. And as somebody who did this to my scorp rising friend before subconsciously,,, yep. It happens even from your trusted friends.

If your moon is in the same sign as your friends/anyone's ascendant... You might feel instantly understood by them. Like I have this with my friend and it's an absolutely great and fantastic relationship, I love her. She absolutely understands me and gets me on a spiritual level - maybe caused by the fact that we have this with Scorpio - like no one else. It's a great relationship, savour this.

If you have a moon sign same as somebody's sun sign, you might enjoy their cooking.

If you have a sun sign same as somebody else's rising, you might try to be more like them and adore them for no reason.

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necros-writing-stuff · 3 months

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Imagine this: a younger/kid PC finding out about the attic, maybe even a picture from when Bailey and Eden were still in school, and is now determined to find Eden, and try to bring the two together again

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Basically The Parent Bait, but there’s only one (1) annoying and stubborn kid (except anon has never seen the movie)

Bailey knew you were a menace as soon as you were dropped off on his doorstep. And he was right. You break out of the youth wing and wander around, you latch onto him as he passes by despite his best efforts to not be fatherly, and of course he caught you coming down the ladder from the loft.

Now you've followed him to his meeting with Eden, staring up at both of them with a big smile on your face as they feel a mutual relief that they kept their pants on.

"One of yours...?" Eden looks jumpy, ready to get gone. Its best that people don't know he exists, and if this kid is some sort of spy (a terrible one if they are), then it could mean trouble.

Bailey flicks some ash off the end of his cigarette. "You're meant to be at school, kid."

His glare doesn't change a thing, you're still there, swinging your arms back and forth as you rock on your feet, a giggle bubbling up from your chest.

"Is this your boyfriend from that old photo?"

Both of them freeze. There's an old photo? You used the word 'boyfriend', too, which doesn't help with how god damn fragile the line of friendship and lovers is between the two.

"We aren't boyfriends, what fucking photo, kid?"

Your little hand dives straight into your pocket, producing a faded picture with creases marking the material. "This one! From an old box in the loft. I don't know why you don't like me up there, it's just dusty."

There's so much innocence still in your eyes. So much lack of knowledge about the world leaving blank spaces in your head that you fill with dreams. You don't even seem to realise how the mention of the loft makes both men grow pale.

Bailey snatches the photo from you, briefly glancing at it to ensure its really them. Eden looks away from it. He'll have to burn it later.

"Wait here kid. Don't move - not an inch, do you understand? I need to talk about something you're too young for, so no listening in."

He grabs the fabric of Eden's coat, hauling him several feat away before speaking once more in hushed tones. "I'm worried about this one. They'll give me a stress heart attack when they're older, I just know it. Hope someone just adopts them so I won't have to put up with them."

No response from Eden as he looks at you over his shoulder, nodding his head when you wave at him.

Bailey continues. "They think I'm like. Their dad or something. It pisses me off, Eden, how can one kid be that dumb? I mean-"

"Or whoever raised them this far was just as much of a cold bastard as you and they think it's normal cause they don't know anything else."

Sometimes Eden says smart things. Sometimes. Bailey rarely likes it. "Yeah well they should learn better anyway."

Eden has something in his eyes when he looks back at you once more. A hint of pity and wistfulness.

"I want kids, I ever tell you that?" They're speaking quietly, but this one is whispered.

The hunter can't adopt. He doesn't have the paperwork, can't pass inspections. But you're an adventurous kid who runs off a lot.

"I can just report them missing. You'd be doing me a favour, and it's better than killing them because they know we used to be just like them."

A month passes before he's able to see Eden again. A month where it looks like the man hasn't slept and has claw marks on his face. He's smiling, though.

"The kid decided we needed a pet badger."

Fatherhood looks good on him.

"But also is asking when their other dad is coming for tea."

And you're still finding ways to make his life difficult.

#spill your guts #anonymous #eden the hunter #bailey the caretaker #baileden propaganda #i give eden feral child

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jihyocentric · 2 months

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kind of the same universe of this fill. i say ‘kind of’ because some things might have been changed here. i’ll admit i didn’t reread it, i just i wanted to write the nahyo :)

the world seemed to have turned against nayeon from the moment she had the unpleasant experience of meeting park jihyo.

part of the reason why they’d become ‘rivals’ was nayeon’s own fault, she admits, though jihyo carried half of the blame. their restaurants weren’t direct competition, as everything about them, from the menu to the theme, was different.

jihyo’s restaurant was all about high cuisine, the place was as elegant as its owner. nayeon’s, on the other hand, offered traditional food and a comfortable place that wasn’t not elegant, but certainly not as elegant as jihyo’s. the establishments were meant for different occasions, different clients, and yet nayeon and jihyo couldn’t help but compete.

they competed to be better than each other, to have a better rating to their respective restaurants, to be known as kinder from their clients — everything became a subject of competition when it came to what nayeon and jihyo knew they could beat each other in.

the aversion starts because nayeon is rude.

she usually isn’t, rarely is, but she happened to meet her worst nightmare of a person when her restaurant is about to be closed due to the lack of popularity. she was in the middle of a breakup then, which only made her more frustrated. and so, everything, from the beginning to the end of the day she met jihyo was a mess — everything felt wrong.

“you can’t just buy this place!” nayeon huffs loudly, the palms of her hands hitting against one of the empty tables of her restaurant. “tzuyu, guide this sir outside. please.”

the man who sat in front of her was one of the many people who had made her such an offer that week. he had gone there with a much younger woman, who seemingly didn’t want to be there, but was listening attentively, flinching when nayeon’s voice became sharper.

“listen, miss im. being in this location isn’t good for your business. people that come to this neighborhood have a refined taste, if you know what i mean. and you don’t fit in.” he says patiently, almost like he was mocking nayeon. he gets up, leaving a card on the table. his contact. “if you change your mind…”

“i won’t.” nayeon says, resolute.

the man leaves then, without needing tzuyu’s guidance. the woman stays, looking at nayeon almost as if she pities her. jihyo didn’t — she didn’t pity nayeon, but she couldn’t begin to imagine how it would be if she didn’t have her father to give her what she needs to succeed. so she stays, cleans her throat, and apologizes for her father’s behavior, because she felt like nayeon didn’t deserve to go through that pain.

but one wrong word was all nayeon needed to snap, and if jihyo had known, she would’ve been more careful.

“i’m sorry about my father.” jihyo starts. tzuyu watches them from a distance, making sure nayeon would deal with her less abruptly than she had with the woman’s father. “he can be… harsh, sometimes. but he wasn’t wrong-”

nayeon raises her eyebrows.

“he wasn’t wrong?” nayeon laughs, as if she couldn’t believe what jihyo was saying, but she had hardly given her any chance to explain what she meant. “you have no idea how hard it was to get this place. you would never understand it anyway. i bet he wants this for you, am i wrong?”

jihyo doesn’t falter, understanding nayeon’s anger, trying to be comprehensive despite her accusations. “yes.”

“and you’re here to try to convince me you’re a good girl and that i should give up on the business of my life just because daddy’s princess wants to play chef.” nayeon barks, stepping closer to jihyo, trying to intimidate her.

tzuyu closes her eyes, covering her face with her palm as she watches nayeon lose her temper with someone who had nothing to do with the reason why the restaurant was struggling. at least jihyo knows how to defend herself, crossing her arms and keeping her chin raised.

“i see.” jihyo looks at nayeon up and down. “maybe you do deserve to be in this situation after all.”

and just like that, jihyo leaves. hell on earth had only just began for the both of them.

one thing about living relatively close to her dear enemy was that nayeon kept constantly bumping into jihyo.

if she went to a nearby cafe, there was a possibility that jihyo could be there, which was why nayeon started making her own coffee. at least that was an opportunity to learn new things — nayeon tried to convince herself. but her coffee was surprisingly bad for a chef, and sometimes she gave up and drove to the nearest cafe.

nayeon also couldn’t do groceries by the end of each month. jihyo did it by around that time, nayeon noticed, because she kept seeing her at the market when she was trying to get her monthly groceries. nayeon settled for doing it two weeks into the months. that way, she wouldn’t see jihyo, and, as a consequence, she wouldn’t have her day or even her week ruined.

nayeon could escape from jihyo all she wanted, but the woman would still always be on her mind. after all, how could she not think about jihyo when she was the only person nayeon has ever truly hated. the feeling was as genuine as love — not that nayeon saw it that way, though, because she’d never admit she had only been living to compete with jihyo for the past months.

the sense of winning was what made nayeon’s business get back on track anyway, and that was the only good thing about jihyo that nayeon could think of. sheer hate and her employees help was what made nayeon find her way to make her restaurant popular again, to the point she was competing against someone who had it all from the very beginning.

“like i care that she studied in france,” nayeon huffs. she’s pushing a trolley filled with groceries, heading to the candy session of the supermarket. nayeon couldn’t go a day without sweets. “such an annoying woman.”

she’d been frustrated since tzuyu had praised jihyo earlier in the week.

it was only natural for tzuyu to like a person who treated her girlfriend so well, especially so when dahyun dearly admired jihyo as her mentor and friend. still, despite making tzuyu of a spy to get more information from jihyo and her restaurant for herself, there were things about jihyo that nayeon didn’t have to know.

nayeon couldn’t care less about jihyo’s background. it was important information, certainly, but the way tzuyu delivered the information felt like praise. like jihyo was perfect and nayeon had nothing against her. the worst part of it was that, deep down, jihyo was indeed a bigger competitor than nayeon could have imagined. she had everything — the money, the talent, the great reviews, and a team that was just as loyal to her as nayeon’s was with her.

jihyo only leaves her mind when nayeon realizes that the chocolate from her favorite brand wasn’t in its regular version, but instead it was heart-shaped. valentines day was near. that year, nayeon would spend it alone. being single is why nayeon hadn’t even thought about the date being utterly close, and reality only comes to her when she’s buying sweets.

she’s about to grab a package of chocolate bears from a brand that wasn’t her favorite (she refused to buy heart-shaped chocolate for only herself, that was far too humiliating for nayeon to do) when she notices a short woman trying to reach what she’d been previously looking at.

and of course it’s her. jihyo, the woman nayeon had been mentally cursing for the past hour while shopping.

nayeon smiles, feeling immensely proud of herself for wearing sneakers that made her slightly taller. she leaves her trolley on the side and reaches for the chocolate, forgetting about her pride — and the bear-shaped chocolate she was going to buy.

“thank-” jihyo looks to the side, about to show her gratitude for the person who was apparently trying to help her. “im nayeon?”

“i see you’re buying chocolate, park.” nayeon throws the chocolate in her own trolley. “is it for the boyfriend?”

jihyo understands what nayeon meant by taking the chocolate then. it was only for her own pettiness.

“boyfriend?” jihyo arches her brows. “have you been watching me?”

nayeon blushes. “h-huh? of course not!”

“if you say so.” jihyo laughs. she’s almost sweet when she does. “tell tzuyu to do a better job next time. i will never have a boyfriend.”

jihyo picks a chocolate she can reach — it wasn’t heart-shaped, but it was expensive enough it could be a gift.

“wait, park!” nayeon calls before jihyo leaves with her nearly empty trolley. jihyo looks at her, crossing her arms, letting nayeon know she wasn’t in the mood for her antics. “did you see your restaurant’s online rating is 0.1 lower than mine?”

“wait until valentines day, im. i’m sure people will want a more…” jihyo laughs. “sophisticated place to have dinner with their lovers. maybe you should come by and bring yours as well.”

jihyo turns around then, and nayeon can hardly find the words to react.

“i can’t accept this, jihyo.”

dahyun shakes her head, putting on her apron. she was ready for another full day being jihyo’s second hand, which was something dahyun could never be grateful enough for. jihyo was the best mentor she could’ve asked for — but sometimes she was too good. not that dahyun was complaining, but she truly couldn’t accept what jihyo was offering.

“you can. and you will.” jihyo concludes. “dahyun, it’s just half of the full price. i want to do this for you. and tzuyu.”

“you can’t just get me an apartment, jihyo.” dahyun says, flushed to her ears. “you’ve already done so much for me… i can’t take this from you.”

jihyo crosses her arms. she can’t understand why dahyun wouldn’t accept such gift from her. jihyo knew that not all people had the condition of giving expensive gifts or have received such, but it was normal for her. she was raised like that, receiving everything she could wish for from her parents. for that, jihyo wanted to do the same with dahyun, who she saw almost like a daughter, but not quite. a pupil, if anything.

“dahyun,” jihyo says, her voice serious. “i want to. doing this for you means a lot to me.”

“but jihyo…” dahyun sighs. accepting jihyo’s gift was tempting, she couldn’t deny it. even more so because jihyo’s intentions were genuine, and dahyun knew that.

“you can pay me back by staying with me. working here.” jihyo pouts. “and learning how to caramelize onions without burning them. it’s really annoying.”

dahyun gasps. “i’ve gotten better at that! you told me i had!”

“better doesn’t mean perfection,” jihyo answers. although she was a nice boss, jihyo could be incredibly demanding. that aspect of her, aside from the support only money could give her, was what made her successful in a short period of time. “i’ll wash my hands. today will be busy.”

being a good boss was what brought jihyo to the current situation.

after getting the apartment with tzuyu, dahyun waited until they had completely furnished it to throw a small party, with only people that mattered. there was a lack of communication, however, when tzuyu happened to invite nayeon, and dahyun naturally invited jihyo, as it wouldn’t be possible for them to be there so quickly if it wasn’t for jihyo.

the place was one of a kind, really. dahyun and tzuyu had managed to find a penthouse that wasn’t incredibly expensive, which was already a hard find on its own, and while it was smaller inside, they had a rooftop deck almost as big as the actual house, the perfect setting for spending time with friends.

the day the party happened was right before valentines day, because it was their only day off before the madness that valentines day would be for their respective workplaces. what neither of them considered was telling each other that they had invited their bosses. tzuyu only finds out that they were doomed when jihyo arrives with an expensive bottle of champagne, chocolate, and her ‘girlfriend’.

and then tzuyu is too busy panicking to tell dahyun that nayeon was coming.

“are you two… you know… serious now?” dahyun whispers towards jihyo once tzuyu offers sana a drink and they head to the kitchen.

jihyo is taken aback by the question.

“she is...” jihyo stops, appearing to be thinking about dahyun’s question. “she’s good for me. i think so.”

dahyun sighs. “but do you like her, unnie?”

“i like her.” jihyo replies, giving dahyun a small nod, her cheeks getting slightly red. “i like her a lot.”

“that’s good then, unnie.” dahyun smiles. jihyo looked quite cute when she was embarrassed, which wasn’t something that happened often, so dahyun cherished the moment. “oh, look! even tzuyu likes her.”

dahyun coos, seeing tzuyu smile along with sana. dahyun’s love for tzuyu was natural and easy, jihyo notices. even with sana, jihyo can’t feel that. still, jihyo smiles — she smiles because she’s happy for her friend, and because tzuyu, im nayeon’s little spy, wasn’t all that bad after all. she was even starting to think tzuyu was cute, despite the girl being her enemy’s second hand.

nayeon doesn’t appear for at least an hour after jihyo arrives.

tzuyu considers sending her a text, wanting to know if she was still going, and part of her wanted to tell nayeon not to show up. it was for nayeon’s own good, truly, because if tzuyu could choose between having jihyo or nayeon there, of course she’d pick nayeon, who was equivalent to her of what jihyo was for dahyun.

the delay had a few reasons. valentines day would be in a few hours and nayeon had just seen a post of her ex with her current girlfriend — momo still looked beautiful, nayeon thought as she chugged a dose of pure vodka. she only remembers she was supposed to attend to tzuyu’s small party when it’s already getting dark outside and she’s utterly drunk.

“not a problem,” nayeon tells herself. “wait for me, tzuyu!”

nayeon does her best to look presentable. she makes sure to brush her teeth thoroughly and put on enough perfume so that nobody would know she had her own little party before, a party with way too much vodka, sad music and the bunny plushie momo had given her on their first date as the only invited member.

nayeon was still drunk after all, and despite not looking like she was, she had a hard time to arrive at tzuyu’s new home. taking the elevator makes her dizzy, and nayeon soon starts to regret forgetting that it was supposed to be tzuyu’s happy day before she started her pity party.

“i’m here! i made it,” nayeon sighs, relieved. she knocks at the door and rings the bell instead of deciding between each, keeping a hand on the wall so that she wouldn’t fall. when the door opens, the first thing nayeon does is hug whoever had opened it for her, even kissing the person’s cheek. “tzuyu, unnie is here! huh, why are you so small…”

“it’s dahyun, miss im.” dahyun freezes as nayeon hugs her. “c-come on in. i’ll go get tzuyu.”

dahyun all but escapes from nayeon’s grip, scared. not of nayeon, of course not, tzuyu’s boss was far from being scary, but of what jihyo would think when she saw that nayeon was there. she finds tzuyu at the kitchen, preparing a colorful drink for one of their friends, and she almost growls tzuyu’s name as she calls for her girlfriend, evidently angry.

“why didn’t you tell me nayeon was coming?!” dahyun whispers as if she was screaming, making tzuyu startled.

“you didn’t tell me jihyo was coming either! i didn’t know you would invite her!” tzuyu replied the same way, finishing the drink regardless of dahyun staring at her.

dahyun looks at nayeon from where she stands, watching tzuyu’s boss play with ari, their puppy.

nayeon was welcomed, of course she was. dahyun had nothing against her, even if nayeon liked to make her boss angry, which consequentially made her and all of the employees have to work harder. but nayeon should be kept away from jihyo, just like jihyo should be kept away from nayeon.

“of course i would invite her!” dahyun sighed, shaking her head. “tzuyu, how could you think i wouldn’t invite jihyo? she made this happen.”

“i’m sorry, okay!” tzuyu turns to face dahyun, keeping her head down like a puppy who had made a mess and was aware of it. “nayeon unnie needs to go out more often. and it’s one of the most important days in our lives. i had to invite her too.”

“i know, i know.” dahyun hugs her, knowing tzuyu was starting to feel guilty. “i should’ve realized you would want her here. it’s okay, tzu.”

tzuyu sighs. “at least now we know we have to tell each other who we’re inviting when throwing a party.”

“oh, definitely.” dahyun laughs. she pulls away way too soon for tzuyu’s taste, looking around to try and find nayeon. “i should go find jihyo unnie before… where is nayeon?”

nayeon doesn’t know how that would be possible, but she thinks she sees momo from afar.

even if that is not momo, nayeon walks closer to the girl, entering the deck that had only a few people and the woman she thought was momo. the woman is alone and she looks pretty, like momo, and there was no way nayeon’s drunk mind could understand that momo would never be there. momo wouldn’t — because she never liked tzuyu. and because she was in japan.

for a brief moment, nayeon considers stopping and heading another way. she remembers she was waiting for tzuyu, and that almost makes her turn around, but the possibility of the girl being momo makes nayeon keep walking, and walking, until she’s right behind her.

nayeon was never one to drink strong alcoholic beverages. she could handle beer and wine, but she never exceeded in quantity. ironically, when she decides to do so, she does it with a much stronger option of alcohol. nayeon also never kissed people when she was drunk, but it’s her first reaction when the woman turns around.

she sees a face that is not momo’s, and she knows she’s not kissing her ex then. she doesn’t stop, however. not until she has her lips on jihyo’s, and jihyo is kissing her back — because that was sana, or was it not?

it didn’t feel like sana. sana had gone away to get her a drink, but both of the woman’s hands on her waist were empty, and they were bigger than sana’s. jihyo doesn’t pull away at first, enjoying the kiss without even knowing who was kissing her, her mind making her believe it was sana, just so she could kiss the woman back as intensely as she was being kissed.

“jihyo?”

the voice makes jihyo stop, placing her hands on the woman’s shoulders to pull her away, looking at sana’s direction.

dahyun and tzuyu are right behind her, with their faces red. jihyo wouldn’t dare to imagine what was going on in their heads. she doesn’t want to know, but the moment she looks at the person who had been kissing her, she understands.

“sana…” jihyo pulls away completely, and then nayeon’s hands are no longer on her waist. “sana, i didn’t know it wasn’t you.”

sana’s grip on the cup with jihyo’s drink was strong. if she got any angrier, it could certainly break. “how could you not know?”

“nayeon unnie,” tzuyu reaches closer, wanting to know if nayeon was doing alright. she seemed like she was when she was kissing jihyo, but tzuyu was still afraid nayeon didn’t even know what she was doing. “did you drink?” tzuyu whispers only for her to hear, earning a slow nod from nayeon.

“oh, that is the nayeon girl.” sana laughs. “it all makes sense now. how could i be so stupid?”

jihyo shakes her head quickly. “no, it’s not what you’re thinking. wait, sana!”

sana turns around, so angry that her face burned, leaving the drink with dahyun on the way. nobody dares to say a word. not nayeon’s or jihyo’s employees. but nayeon eventually gathers courage to speak.

“tzuyu, did i just kiss park jihyo?” nayeon asks, starting to sober up.

tzuyu gulps. “yes.”

“oh.” nayeon finds somewhere to sit. she felt like she would fall to the ground if she didn’t. “i think… i just ruined her relationship. on valentines day.”

“it’s technically tomorrow…” tzuyu tries to make it better.

“she was crying when she left.” nayeon mumbles. “i saw it on her face.”

tzuyu stays silent for a moment, wanting to understand what was going on. “what did you drink, unnie? why did you come if you’re not well?”

“momo is dating someone else. i drank when i saw her post. then i kept drinking.” nayeon says. the alcohol didn’t seem to be in her system anymore, and nayeon knew it was there, but after seeing jihyo cry for the first time, she no longer felt drunk. “i’m sorry, tzu. i ruined the night for everybody, didn’t i?”

“not for me, unnie. it’s okay.” tzuyu says warmly, far too used to nayeon being a mess, always there to support her. “come on, let’s get inside. i’ll make you a coffee.”

on the other side of the door of tzuyu and dahyun’s apartment, sana and jihyo talk. sana becomes less angry of jihyo when she sees her cry, and jihyo feels more guilty each second.

“stop lying to yourself, jihyo! you might like me, i believe you do, but you will never love me. and you know that that is what i’m looking for. you’re just… not it.” sana says. she’s not loud, or harsh, but it makes jihyo cry regardless.

“i don’t have that kind of relationship with im nayeon.” jihyo explains herself. “i don’t know why she kissed me, i swear, sana, i didn’t know it was her. i like you and i’m really trying to love you…”

“you can’t try to love someone.” sana sighs.

there’s a lot sana wanted to say, a lot jihyo hasn’t realized. starting by the fact that all jihyo ever talked about with her was work and im nayeon — these things said a lot about jihyo and how she felt, but sana couldn’t tell that to her. jihyo wouldn’t understand. not at that moment, at least.

“look, hyo, i know you didn’t mean to kiss her. that doesn’t matter anymore.” sana continues. “but i’m starting to love you and it would be better for me if we just stopped seeing each other.”

sana’s words are on jihyo’s mind from the moment sana leaves to the moment jihyo goes to bed. when she wakes up the next day, they’re still in her mind, and jihyo keeps wondering when she will ever have a successful relationship with someone special.

romantic love was an unknown feeling for jihyo. she has tried to learn what it is with many different women, but none of them managed to make her fall that deep. sana was nice to her, and out of all the girls jihyo has tried to be in a relationship with, she was the only one who made her heart race. sana treated her like a princess — perhaps that was why jihyo had grown attached.

but then again, liking someone was far too different than loving. and that, jihyo knew, she could never give sana.

the first thing jihyo does when she arrives at her restaurant is having a talk with all of her employees who watched what had happened the other day. she felt like she owned them explanation, and the fact that jihyo treated them all like family was part of why they were so good at what they did, what made them a team.

she speaks with dahyun alone then, because dahyun deserved a proper apology.

“it’s no big deal for us, unnie. tzuyu really didn’t mind it. we had a great time together before all of that happened anyway.” dahyun soothed her.

that seems to be enough for jihyo. she lets her worries aside while she works. it’s almost automatic, really, how she walks around the big kitchen and prepares all sorts of dishes, teaching things to her employees while running to cook as fast as she could. valentines day was always a busy day — despite not owning her own restaurant for a long time, jihyo has worked in other places, so she was used to the rush.

by the end of the day, tzuyu shows up. she’s there to pick dahyun up, and to give jihyo a letter from nayeon.

“jihyo unnie,” tzuyu clears her throat. “before you read this, keep in mind that nayeon unnie genuinely regrets what she did. she’s not… good with words. but i can assure you she didn’t want to make you… uhm… upset.”

“she really isn’t.” jihyo says, clearly unamused. “you should two go ahead. i’ll be going home soon as well.”

dahyun and tzuyu give her their ‘good night’s, but before they go, tzuyu hands jihyo a package. “before i forget. it’s from unnie too.”

jihyo finds a place to sit. before she leaves, she wants to read the letter sent to her, and open the… was it a gif? from nayeon. she didn’t expect to receive an apology, really. jihyo had kissed her back, though admitting that was hard. she didn’t like that she had cheated on sana, and she hated that nayeon’s lips didn’t feel bad, but jihyo wasn’t angry at nayeon. at all.

she doesn’t try to understand what she was feeling. instead, jihyo skips overthinking and focus on her hatred towards nayeon as she reads the letter.

dear miss park,

i’m deeply sorry for my actions last week. tzuyu told me to apologize i didn’t mean to kiss you, though your lips felt quite great i was drunk, and i usually don’t drink much, which is why i didn’t know what i was doing when all of that happened. i’m genuinely sorry to have ruined your night so badly. surprisingly, i did not like to see you cry, because you look pretty doing it, and it makes me think you’re not as hateable as you really are. next time, i’ll be a little less worse, and only do to you what you would do to me.

sincerely,

chou tzu im nayeon (and chou tzuyu. she made me write the good parts. i would never be this soft with you.)

ps.: the wine is not poisoned. i heard from tzuyu that you’re a fan of handmade bear, so i got you wine. happy valentines day.

the letter was short, but there was nothing else nayeon could have really said to her. nothing that wouldn’t sound like she was trying to make a truce. because nayeon wasn’t. but jihyo liked the way nayeon worded what she felt, wondering if nayeon really meant it when she said certain things — she quickly stops once she realizes that was coming from im nayeon.

“i hope you’re telling me the truth, im nayeon.” jihyo mutters as she serves a glass of wine for herself.

tzuyu had forgotten to tell nayeon that jihyo wasn’t picky with her alcohol.

especially not so when she was trying to hide from herself that she was falling in love with her worst enemy. and jihyo was, unfortunately, kind of good at it. success seemed to run after her, even when it wasn’t needed.

#self indulgent #nayeon #jihyo #dahyun #tzuyu #nahyo #datzu #but only a little bit #sfw #non rq

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i-cant-sing · 2 years

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Can Enji be a Yandere romantic for à woman more Young than him ? Like Yandere an Sugar Daddy ?

Yandere Sugar Daddy Enji

Okay there's only like a handful of people who'd be yandere sugar daddies and Enji is on top of the list. Others may include AFO, Aizawa, Toji, etc.

Anyways, let's get back to flame hero:

I think he'd start this as a one night stand, just some time to release all that stress. But one night turns to two, to three, to weeks and months. He's hooked onto you, particularly the way you always ask how's he doing, if he's tired from the day then you'll offer to take care of his needs while he loes down, and how you always greet him goodbye, eyes twinkling up at him as if he's really the no.1 hero in your eyes.

Soon, he proposes that you become his sugar baby for a huge cheque. You agree because (1) that's a lot of money (2) Enji has been a gentleman, a little weird but you guess that comes with age, but he's not a freak and respects your boundaries (3) that's a lot of money.

Being Enji's sugar baby has a lot of benefits because it's not always about sex, sometimes he'll just call you over because he's lonely. You suppose when you're at the top of your field, it's hard to keep friends, so you feel pity and come over most of time when he calls you past midnight.

He likes it when you come over and kiss him, before going to couch or his bed where you two just cuddle and talk- you talk mostly, and he just basks in your warmth. The next morning, he drops you off at your place and asks how much for last night. His heart skips a beat when you smile and shake your head, saying "no charge. I enjoy our time together. You're a really good listener."

Another thing Enji loves about you is your body. Its so small, so tiny and so weak. He could break you in half with his bare hands, and yet you trust him enough not to. Enji could be pounding deep into you and growls into your ear "you're so- so fucking tiny- fuck-" and his lips curl up a little when you pout and manage to gasp out "-am n-not. Y-you're too big! Ah-!"

Enji never thought he'd like someone your age, someone younger than him. But you get him, you understand him in a way no one else has. Not Rei, not Hawks, no one. It's like you're the missing to key to his cold, dead heart. You're his perfect fit.

He's addicted to your kisses, they're so soft, so passionate and yet so mature? Your lips are soft and plump, but it's the way you lean into the kiss- lean into him, as if you're clinging onto a hero for dear life, and how you smile when the kiss ends, eyes still closed and you let out a dreamy sigh.

It sends tingle down his spine. Does he really have that effect on you?

Enji has trouble accepting the fact that you're getting paid a very handsome sum of money to act like this, like a lover. He believes he'd know it if you were faking it, after all, he's the no.1 hero. Surely, you can't be faking all those smiles and dreamy eyes and moans.

So eventually, he pops up the question- be in a relationship with him. He doesn't expect you to be this shocked, you were choking on your food when he asked you to be exclusive with him. "Are you okay?" Enji asks as he comes to your side, giving you his wine and patting your back. You manage to calm down and nod. "Yeah, you just took me by surprise. Um, I'm flattered Enji but I'll have to say no." You wiped your mouth. "Its just- I already have a boyfriend. And even if I didn't, I don't think we'd be good together. I mean even if we ignore the age gap, I don't think I can adjust to your lifestyle, always being in the limelight and stuff. I'll understand if you don't want to continue our contract-"

"No, its fine. Things stay the way they were."

Things did not stay the way they were.

Not because of you though. You continued to act normal and played the role of sugar baby the way you did before, but Enji... he had become different. Very different. When Enji and you had started out this mutually beneficial thing, you both had some rules set. For Enji, it was the usual- dont take his pictures/talk/post about him on social media. For you it was- he can call you over anytime, but he can't come over to your place without calling. Both of you agreed to not recognise each other when you bump into one another in public.

So what was Enji doing coming to your apartment where your nosy neighbours were for sure looking at him entering your apartment? You let that slip since your boyfriend (who while knew about your job, didn't want any of your clients barging into your place) wasn't home that day.

However you just couldn't let it pass when Enji showed up at your college in his fancy car. Granted he didn't come out of his car (although, it was you who rushed to message him to not get out of the car. Enji was more than happy to come out and lean against his car wearing his shades and holding a bouquet of flowers.), still a lot of students saw you getting in his luxury car. You got mad and told him that he was violating the agreement, that he was disrespecting you. Enji's face fell, and he explained that he just had a bad day at work because he'd seen too many people die and just wanted to see you. Of course, you felt awful now but you still told him that he could've called you and you would've come to his place.

One of the things that made you agree to becoming his sugar baby was that Enji was non-judgemental, or if he did judge, he kept his opinions to himself.

So it was really annoying when he started lecturing you about how you shouldn't stay too late out at parties with your friends. Or the time he came over to your place, unannounced, and found you high with pot, telling you "Say no to drugs, Y/n. Stay in school." Or how he starts stocking your fridge with healthier meals, throwing out all frozen and cup noodles, cleaning up around your house, muttering about how you're young and should be more organised than this.

Perhaps the one that finally ticked you off was when Enji saw a photoframe of you and your boyfriend and he began badmouthing him. "He looks so weak, how could he ever protect you? Look at his clothes, he can't even dress himself well. He is making you look bad standing next to you. And why did he take you out to a carnival? Can't he afford to take you to a better place for date-"

"Enji. I think it's time to stop this."

"I agree. Your boyfriend never had much to start with-"

"No, I mean we should stop seeing each other. Stop our contract. You can keep this month's cheque."

Enji looked perplexed. "What? I don't understand. Why?"

You shrugged, thinking of a way to end things smoothly. "I just- I just don't want to do this anymore. Its disrupting my life- its me, not you Enji. I just can't keep up with this anymore."

Ah. The classic "its me, not you" move.

Enji tried to argue, but you just shut him down gently.

However, Enji wasn't one to give up so easily. He was a gentleman, and he would fight for the love of his life. You're too young, too naive to see what's good for you.

Fortunately, Enji has endless patience when it comes to you and he'll make you see he's the best for you. He'll take care of you, you'll never have to work or study again. Just be with him, be his little housewife, and Enji will make sure that all your needs are met- both in and out of bed.

From the cameras he'd secretly installed in your home, Enji watches you and your boyfriend make love.

Enji scoffs. That useless piece of skin doesn't know your body like he does, and poor you- you're faking all your reactions. You're too sweet like that.

Don't worry, darling. I'll get rid of him for us.

#yandere bnha #bnha headcanons #yandere mha #bnha imagines #yandere endeavor #yandere enji todoroki #yandere enji

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title -> closer genre -> surprise, it's angst! | one sided love pair -> ot8!skz x gn!reader plot -> a paragraph from letters you've never sent to stray kids. lowercase intended | no warnings

❥ ✉

'cause you're the holiday i celebrate too late

you're the eyes i gave up tryin' to captivate

how do you feel when you have a crush on someone? i always wanted to know what you thought about this. for me it's like i either live hooked on a feeling or give up completely when i'm disappointed by the results of it. i had the biggest crush on you since i've met you jisung and i don't think that's ever gonna change. it's easy to put it in a paper and not say it out loud like i prepared so many times. the thing is i don't want to be in a relationship, i completely gave up trying to be somewhere i don't belong in and that's your arms. what's not easy is the burning feeling in my chest every time i see you holding someone else, i just wish it was me one last time.

you're the song that i loved but then overplayed

and i'm the b-side throwaway

what's there to say? you're captivating with everything you do. every single step you take towards me i melt into a puddle trying to compose myself. i don't think i deserve you, you already know this because you heard me talk about it didn't you? as you pretended that you did not. i don't blame you for not having a crush on me, no one does. chris i think your talent is immeasurable but your ability to lie isn't and you know how much i love your music. the fact that i've been the first one to listen to some new releases still shocks me but i would gladly accept any offer to do so again unless you don't want me around you anymore which is understandable.

i hope you never rain on my charade

the lonely one i let myself create

i got my space, but what'd i pay?

i had a mental image of you that the more i look, the more i know, it gets closer to your reality. why do i say this? because i truly think perfection didn't exist until i found you felix. i know i drifted apart from you, i know i said i need space to figure things out with my feelings and our friendship. i don't wanna ruin us but i know i already did, in fact i know that you feel like you can be friends with me after my confession. i don't think i can be friends anymore lixie. crushes don't usually hurt but the one sided love truly does sometimes, and i don't want you to feel pity and say that you will "fall in love" with me when those things don't happen. i can't take any more lies.

i've been fucked so much that i no longer wait

i sabotage and break my own heart

just in case

god did my past experiences fuck me up. you know this more than anyone seungmin and i still let you hold me every night. i knew that things weren't gonna be easy when you said you wanted to be there for me through everything, i knew i was gonna fall for the person that first decided to listen to me and take care of me in such a beautiful and soft way. now here i am sitting, hoping that you read this and don't feel too bad about me leaving that night. i couldn't deal with the feelings again, the powerful love i felt for you was way too much for my heart to take and i needed to back away. i'm sorry, i will always be sorry minnie.

so, yeah, i loved you or i tried to

but i don't know how

i think i gave it my all when it came to you. but then i realized that it wasn't really worth it was it? you're never gonna feel the same way. i tried so hard, thinking that maybe one day you'll look at me and see more than a friend standing beside you. i can't say that i don't love you anymore, i still need time to process everything and to grow out of these feelings for you changbin so i understand if you don't want to talk to me anymore. hoping one day you see me in a new light was the most hopeless thing i've done. i feel so empty right now as i watch you on a screen again, of course i could never have you. i don't know what i was thinking in the first place.

used to need you and feel you

but we ran it all down

so i guess this is it? i don't even know what to say after what happened. i'm so tired of going around you like the only thing that matters in plain sight is you. but that doesn't mean my feelings will change, that doesn't mean that i'm done with you even if you're done with me. it means that i think it's time to step away before i end up more heartbroken than i already am hyunjin. i know you think this is easy but it's really not, i can't stop feeling the way i do in just a couple of days. i truly thought you were the one for the longest time and i still feel like i need you. i still feel like i want to be loved by you even if it's just me being delusional again.

'cause i loved you or i tried to

can it be easy now?

i never had any hope in the first place jeongin. i feel like i decided to give my heart and soul to someone who deserved it and not getting anything back would be just fine. it really wasn't, it's not your fault but it's not mine either right? even if i feel like an idiot thinking i had a chance with you. i truly hope you find happiness in someone like i did for a long time in you, you deserve to experience love in it's purest form. thank you for not giving up on me though, i don't know where i would've ended up if you just plainly rejected me but you didn't. you gave me another chance and even if i'm not gonna take it, i just wanted to say thank you.

or will it kill me on the evenin'

that I let you down?

i'm sorry i disappointed you. you weren't looking for someone and this is how i decide to show up in your life, another love interest opportunity? i'm surprised you don't hate me. minho i know that love is a hard thing to take and i'm not gonna insist or pursue you to change your mind. i'm just gonna let you know that someday, someone's gonna appear and you're not gonna feel this kind of hatred for love anymore. you're gonna feel blessed that person is gonna be by your side forever & ever. i know it's not me even if i wanted it to be, i let you down this time and it hurts but i gave it my all to be there for you and that's all i can say.

- love (y/n).

i need you closer

or i need it over

either need you closer

or i need it over, yeah

"hey (y/n)." my neighbor greeted me and i just waved but then i realized they were holding onto something, looked like letters. "these were piling up so i picked them up and they're all addressed to you so here you go!" she said and gave me a small smile.

"thank you and i'm sorry for the inconvenience." i said as i got them in my hands.

8 sealed letters all sent to me. i read the names: han jisung, bang christopher, lee felix, kim seungmin, seo changbin, hwang hyunjin, yang jeongin and finally lee minho. did they truly read my letters?

#skz drabbles #skz imagines #skz songfics #skz angst #skz x reader #stray kids drabbles #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #stray kids x you #skz scenarios #sourbinnie #skz #stray kids #stray kids angst #skz x y/n #skz x you #stray kids scenarios

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Ryu for the ask game?

Omg thank you all for asking this character I totally didn't specifically ask to be asked about and who I love a perfectly normal amount giggles and twirls hair

Favorite thing about them: He really strives to be good. Good at something, anything, but just good. He constantly fights against his own narrative and I find it very admirable. He was doomed from the start to fail and I feel like he knows that, and I don't know how he finds the strength to keep trying anyway but he does and it's really neat. Maybe his skull really is too thick to listen to the words of a predetermined fate. Just the whole thing about being the tragic character of all time is very compelling to me. Also, his inherently meaningless seeking a validation to live he shares with Atsushi makes me like him for reasons similar to Atsushi.

Least favorite thing about them: MMMHHHH,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Like I really like his flaws, I'm happy he has them, I wouldn't like him the same if he didn't? But at least I can safely say it's someone I wouldn't like to deal with irl lol.

Favorite line:

brOTP: GIN AND RYUUNOSUKE!!!!! They make me go insane. Holding hands while working in the darkness fr. Being lonely together. Someone who's seen you at your worst FOR REAL but still hasn't abandoned you for some unfathomable reason. I don't know what goes through your mind but I see your eyes and they're the same as mine. Also mmmmhhhh sskk. Chuuaku. Kyouka and Akutagawa though I'm not sure that can count as brotp. Lucy and Akutagawa.

OTP: Sskk is like, pretty cool if you ask me <3 Imagine a fully rotten individual who was never meant for anything but killing and making people suffer since they were born, loving someone. Imagine the “I will kill you” being replaced by “I will love you”. But also imagine being so deeply interlaced with another person, your existence just can't escape the other. Destined to be together and destined to fall apart at the same time. I'll never be able to move forward until I've denied your very being but if you die my existence will stop having a meaning. Don't tell me what to do. I will follow you to the end of the world. I will kill you. I will die for you. I just think them <333 Chuuaku too, have already spent countless words on them but. Finally a ship that's real and relatable. Finally something that doesn't feel ethereal and idealized and distant and untouchable, but real and stained and messy and human. What if I didn't understand you but I wanted to. What if we walked together home. They're neat <333 Other Akutagawa ships I vibe with would be Akutagawa × Beast Atsushi, Akutagawa × Tachihara, Akutagawa × Kajii, akuatsulucy...

nOTP: 🤨🤔🧐

Random headcanon: I think he's numb to pain. And I don't mean it in the “oh no he suffered so much he's used to it at this point :((( ” pitying way, I mean it in the “he's felt such very strong spikes of pain in multiple occasions, his pain detectors just gave out” way. The “he won't notice a wound because he just can't feel it” way.

Unpopular opinion: In the last period, it's been bugging me a little how Akutagawa and Dazai's relationship is portrayed in fancontent. It's just always so black and white, while actually I feel like there's so much nuisance to it that just gets lost in fandom. Yes, the way Dazai treated Akutagawa was horrible and inhuman. Yes, to an extent Dazai thought highly of Akutagawa's abilities and cared for him. Yes, Akutagawa was victim of Dazai's heavy abuse. No, Akutagawa isn't entirely subject to Dazai, he explicitly gave his consent to an hard training (which, I reiterate, doesn't justify it at all; but does give more nuisance to the whole situation) and did oppose him in multiple occasions. I just think sometimes Akutagawa is framed as this helpless damsel in distress and Dazai as this inhuman monster whereas their relationship is indeed unhealthy, but still so much more complex than that. And just, really, I feel like portraying Akutagawa so helpless in Dazai's hands makes him a disservice? Even though in canon he said to be willing to kill Dazai on multiple occasions, has punched him more than once, has told straight “no”s to his face. I just think... People tend to make Akutagawa a lot less aware than he actually is. Here, there it is, that's what really troubles me. Akutagawa does know Dazai hurt him. He does know Dazai's treatment of him was cruel, and unfair. He is aware of what Dazai did to him. That just can't stop him from seeking his approval, even against his will. But to think that Akutagawa is blind to everything Dazai did to him does him a disservice, because he really is not that stupid or with completely null self-awareness. The fact that he tends to run after Dazai despite knowing how much he's hurt him is just further proof of how complex and human-like Akutagawa's psyche is. Also, he does NOT like reading. All my homies hate booknerd Akutagawa.

Song i associate with them: Well, I associate with him songs I definitely shouldn't associate with him alcfjyalfiygaslfiya. One song I always listen to that infallibly makes me think of Akutagawa although it really DOES NOT fit Akutagawa is Patchwork Staccato by toa, with its delicious sewing symbolism and words of toxic codependent relationships and the line you, I'd really rather you just stop existing I just can't help but link to him. Or Vampire by DECO*27, which. self-explanatory. but really shouldn't be associated with Akutagawa. On the side of songs that do fit Akutagawa, Tokyo Teddy Bear (AKUTAGAWA SEWING SYMBOLISM MY ULTIMATE BELOVED) and Lost One's Weeping (“Who stained that heart black? Who was it? Who was it!?” “Can you untie the rope around his neck? Can we keep going like this? What're you gonna do? I don't care anymore!” “But why does this lump in our hearts // Say we want to disappear? Say we want to die?” “Can you remember the dreams of your childhood? Who threw those dreams in a ditch? Who was it!? You know who it was! When are you going to grow up!? What is a grown-up anyway? Who has the answers? What're you gonna do? I don't care anymore!”) and basically everything from Neru. And Rolling Girl by wowaka, obviously.

Favorite picture of them:

Favourite panel from the manga: The one above LMAO. I. Really like that scene and think it's the most beautiful climax Akutagawa's character arc could have ever had. Here's my second favourite though:

Favourite illustration: There's a lot of beautiful ones...

Favourite illustration in the anime art style:

BUT ALSO this please don't make me choose. And various anime screencaps. I feel like I'm cheating but maybe it's unethical to ask from me to pick a favourite Akutagawa picture in the first place.

Favourite Mayoi card:

Send me a character?

#Thank you both for asking him!!! <333 #For the text color I have picked from the character's icons from some old bsdanime twitter campaign #With Akutagawa it's hex. 0d0015 and I feel so silly changing it when it's near to completely indistinguishable from pure black text...#ryūnosuke akutagawa #bsd #mine #people asks me stuff #You kind of get what kind of series bsd is when every song you associate with it opens with a big banner #“WARNING! This subject has questionable content‚ such as: SUICIDE THEMES.” on the Vocaloid Wiki

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fernandoswarcrimes · 11 months

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Lavender Haze x Neymar JR

The one where the haze is all you feel.

Taglist: @morgan108 @diary-of-jj @shea-theodore @pitchandgrid @yourmom-lmao

Word count: 1.9k

Beta read by: @dyingsoundsnice

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Meet me at Midnight

Staring at the ceiling with you

Oh, you don't ever say too much

And you don't really read into

My melancholia

It was a typical Saturday night for you and Neymar, the two of you were laying on the couch staring up at the ceiling as the movie credits rolled on the tv. The two of you could sit in comfortable silence for ages just in each other's presence. He never said too much, or read into how sometimes you liked the silence over talking. It was initially how you met the Brazilian player, at midnight at a park in Paris. You were there trying to clear your head, life had just been giving you the run around lately and nothing seemed to be going right. He had accidently scared you when he sat down on the other end of the bench you were sitting on, because you didn’t think anybody else would be here this late and because you were in the midst of your own pity party and didn’t want this random stranger to bother you or have to listen to your problems.

But when he just sat there, the both of you in silence as you looked at the stars above, seemingly in your own worlds, everything seemed to freeze. You had no idea who he was, which for once was shocking because it seemed like everybody always wanted something from him. Maybe that’s what drew him to you, you didn’t pester him, didn’t ask questions or for pictures or an autograph, you were just in your own little world. “I didn’t figure anybody else would be out this late.” He had said which caught your attention. “Yeah, well, sometimes nature and the stars are all you need.” You replied which pulled a small laugh from him. It was silent for another few minutes before he introduced himself, and you gave him a funny look when he just stared at you as if waiting for some reaction. “Okay?” You didn’t understand what he was expecting. You weren’t inclined to sports in any way, hell, you kept to yourself so much you don’t think you could even name one sports team amongst the different types of sports.

And that’s how something beautiful bloomed.

I been under scrutiny (Yeah, oh, yeah)

You handle it beautifully (Yeah, oh, yeah)

All this shit is new to me (Yeah, oh, yeah)

It was something you weren’t used to but Neymar told you to expect that the second people caught wind of you being linked to him that people were going to start rumors and insert themsleves in the both of you’s relationship. At least he had given you a heads up, which your Instagram was already private, thankfully. You would have deleted social media entirely if you had needed to though. The scrutiny and comments that people were making on twitter, written in articles, and under his comment section were astonishing as they came flooding in. Everything was new to you, you had never had so many people seemingly hating you all because you were dating someone. It suprised you that Ney handled it so well. He told you that it was nothing to worry about, that people would talk. It’s just how things were. He knew how the media and his fans could ruin something good just because they were jealous.

This was something that came along with dating a famous person. And as lovely as Ney is, you were having a very hard time grasping that privacy wasn’t a given anymore. His fans, the media, and what felt like everyone in the world didn’t care that you didn’t want to join him in the limelight. They were going to do or say whatever they wanted. It was a lose-lose situation either way you looked. If you stayed hidden, they’d talk about how you didn’t appreciate Ney. If you were seen together, they’d talk about how you were just using him for your own personal gain. Nothing you did mattered, because someone was always going to have a negative opinion on it. You did it all because if it meant having Neymar, everything would be okay. You finally decided that you weren’t going to be a doormat anymore. You weren’t going to let people dictate your life, your relationship, and your intentions anymore. If they wanted to talk, you’d let them because all they truly wanted to hear was the noise.

I feel

The lavender haze creeping up on me

Surreal

I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say

No deal

The 1950s shit they want from me

I just wanna stay in that lavender haze

It felt so surreal to be with Neymar in private. It was like a bubble surrounded you two that nothing could rupture the peace and tranquility that was reinforcing it. The haze engulfed you both, wishing this feeling could last forever and in your heart you wanted to do whatever it took to make it as long as forever took you. You never grieved over the comments made about you, it would accomplish nothing and the battle wasn’t worth the war. Everyone wanted something from you, a reaction at the very least, just to feed into their fantasy of you being a viscous shark ready to hunt. Their satisfaction never came. They finally realized that there were two options left for you, you were either going to marry their beloved idol or you were going to leave him for the next tantalizing person you could sink your teeth into. What they didn’t account for is that it wasn’t the 50’s anymore and you didn’t want to be married and live someone else’s white picket fence fantasies. You craved to be in the moment with Ney.

It’s all you ever wanted out of him.

All they keep asking me (All they keep asking me)

Is if I'm gonna be your bride

The only kinda girl they see (Only kinda girl they see)

Is a one-night or a wife

Headline after headline, their one question remains the same: Were you going to finally be the one to tie Neymar down for good? They thought they had you right under their fingernail, pinning you down as a fickle flame or a stone strapped to his ankle, keeping him grounded forever. Every single article rolled off of your shoulders because only you and Neymar knew the truth about what you both wanted. Marriage isn’t a sudden thing, and you were in no rush to obtain it. You both were riding the waves of your relationship and if things led there sooner or later, you knew it’d be right because it was natural.

Their are the few fans who respected you and you loved interacting with them and growing friendships from it. Most did appreciate that you made Neymar so, so very happy. It made them elated that he finally seemed to have moved on from Bruna. Then, there were the select few who hated your existence because they wanted to be you. The delusions of those fans who would do anything to be beside the man you loved were wild and crazy, but to some degree you understood. You don’t know how you made it to where you are, but you’re glad you’re where you ended up. You wouldn’t wish anyone else the position you’re in right now, never in your wildest dreams.

I find it dizzying (Yeah, oh, yeah)

They're bringing up my history (Yeah, oh, yeah)

But you weren't even listening (Yeah, oh, yeah)

To be quite honest, as time went on you kept feeling like you weren’t quite cut out for this type of lifestyle. It was dizzying, pretending to be alright while every decision or action you did was scrutinized. Neymar’s fans dug into your history trying to find any ammunition they could use against you. They pried into your past relationships, your home life, where you grew up, where you went to school. This scared you to no end, as you didn’t know of any skeletons in your closet but the complete invasion of privacy had you watching your back everywhere you went. Another thing that had been on your mind lately is all the posts comparing you to Bruna. You were always comfortable in your skin, but you know you’d never be the beautiful Brazilian actress. You saw so many of these and how they claimed that what she shared with Neymar was a once in a lifetime love and that true love always finds its way back to itself. It bothered you to no end, but all you could do is smile and pretend like it didn’t bother you.

If there was one person who could ignore anything happening around them, it would have been Neymar. He never listened to what anyone said about you two and he always tried his best to reassure you that what anyone’s opinions were didn’t matter. What did matter was how you and him felt about each other. All of the voices could scream out, but it still wouldn’t matter. He thought of you as a safe haven, some place he could hide inside, a way out of his chaotic world he created around himself. He didn’t get this often, even when he was home and surrounded by loved ones. He was exhausted, but with you? He felt home. Things were slow, safe, and sound.

Talk your talk and go viral

I just need this love spiral

Get it off your chest

Get it off my desk (Get it off my desk)

Talk your talk and go viral

I just need this love spiral

Get it off your chest

Get it off my desk

You’ve hit your limit. The point of no return was moving in together. The hatred, the backlash, the cruelest summer you’ve ever had was when you were with Neymar. Everyone lost their god damned mind over your relationship to the point where you felt the exact same way. They couldn’t believe that the relationship hadn’t fizzled out, that you both were still going strong. All you ever wanted was your relationship to blossom, but every other person in the room wanted it to spiral. You tried, you really did, to brush everything off. To try and follow in Neymar’s direction. It worked for this long, but it seemed like no matter what you both did, nothing would bring this relationship out of the woods.

Rubbing your back, Neymar was trying to ease your mind. “Baby, you know they’re always going to have something else to say, but I’ve told you that all I care about is what you think.” You couldn’t speak, holding back tears that threatened to fall without warning. Facing away from him, you just nod against your pillow as he wrapped his arm around your front and moved closer. The both of you were in your safe space where no one was there to criticize you. You knew that everything couldn’t always be like this, but for the time being, you wished it could last forever. Call it what you want, maybe you were in denial, but you prayed that this would work out. The lavender haze was dissipating quickly and you grasped at it as you realized that the real world was waiting on you to return. You knew when it was time to go, but for now you just wanted to stay exactly where you were, wrapped in the arms of the person you love.

I just wanna stay in that lavender haze…

#lavender haze #midnightsseries #neymar jr #imagine #series #neymar jr imagine #neymar jr x reader #neymar jr one shot

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notmorbid · 5 months

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the collected regrets of clover.

dialogue prompts from the collected regrets of clover by mikki brammer.

i thought you weren't coming.

if you never get close to anyone, you can't lose them.

we can be alone together.

death is the only thing in life we can really count on.

i'm here to keep you company.

i thought about calling so many times.

messages of love always make their way through.

the most important advice i have is listen more than you speak.

if you could know the date of your death in advance, would you want to?

what kind of life have you lived, if you never let anybody see the real you?

there's nothing like being in love, even if it doesn't last as long as you want it to.

i guess i've learned to shut my feelings off.

you never cry? not even in sad movies?

just because you don't feel your feelings doesn't mean they don't exist.

if you had a tail, it would be wagging constantly.

i always wanted a sister.

participating in the world is overwhelming sometimes.

i need someone to keep me accountable.

if you want something you don't have, you have to do something you've never done.

can i touch you?

pity doesn't take away the pain.

i'm so happy to see a friendly face.

you're a total catch. you know that, right?

anybody who says they understand love is lying or in denial.

what's the secret to taking a good photo of someone?

i'm sorry for not telling you the truth sooner.

you're the most interesting thing that's happened to me in years.

i guess i've just always preferred my own company.

it's hard to miss something you never really had.

i've never seen you at a loss for words.

how lucky i am to have you.

independence is worth a little discomfort.

you'll never find the right thing to say, because the right thing doesn't exist.

it's easy to glamorize the path you didn't take.

i love how your moral compass never wavers, even when i try to corrupt it.

i wish i could be as decent as you are all the time.

respond. don't react.

i'm probably allergic to about 70% of nature.

i hated feeling like i needed you.

you don't realize how bossy you can be.

tell me the truth. you're the only one who ever does.

be cautiously reckless.

some people find it creepy how much i remember about them.

what's the last great book you read?

maybe the biggest risk in life is taking no risks at all.

the secret to a beautiful death is living a beautiful life.

i know you're super awkward about hugs, so i'm giving you fair warning.

without mystery, there's no magic.

#rp meme #rp memes #sentence starters #ask memes #inbox memes #ask meme

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cerealmonster15 · 2 months

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listen people can have their differing opinions that’s cool I just Personally Feel Like it’s just so mean to be yelling that feedback such as likes on posts and a kudos on fics are “useless”. What do u mean. Why. are ppl not expressing their feelings in a way that makes them comfortable ? ?

Like I Understand i guess in the sense of you don’t get to hear peoples opinions. I also feel kinda lonely and stuff when it’s quiet feedback but calling anything useless sounds so WEIRD to me ??? What is the goal. And also yea they do something still I’m pretty sure????

Take ao3. Isn’t sort by kudos an option on there? If your goal is to be seen more or whatever then if people are looking for high kudos fics, then people giving ur fic a kudos isn’t useless yeah??

And then tumblr. People keep saying “likes do nothing here there’s no algorithm” or whatever but that’s not really fully true. On your standard dashboard, sure, likes “don’t do anything” to move a post around on there. BUT that’s not the only place people find posts. If u are looking in the tags for posts, im p sure the default is to sort by popular posts. That’s, as far as I understand, a TOTAL NOTES count. Likes are included. Likes help ur posts her higher in that “popular” zone. I have several posts that have ended up in there in some small ship tags BECAUSE of all the likes, which does still have people seeing those posts now and then when they’re in the tag.

AND I’m pretty sure it’s a similar mechanic for the for you page. I’m sure we think people don’t use that feature but I’m pretty sure people do/ maybe new users. This is more of a theory on my part lol buttttt. I’ve noticed a few rare times where I’ve made an addition to a reblog on someone else’s post, there will be a stretch of time sometimes where random people that Do Not Follow Me keep liking/reblogging the post via my addition. WAY more times for it to just be a stray person wanting it from my addition without comments under (and I don’t think people do that when they’re only liking the post lol). And the few times I’ve accidentally had my for you tab on, I believe it does show via other people’s reblogs lol. So that’s just my way of saying total note count INCLUDING LIKES probably does put posts in peoples eyes on the for you tab / my experience tells me people do use that feature so it’s not just sitting there dusty lol.

Anyway I like mostly understand why people want reblogs and comments, like I do prefer them too bc I like when people tell me what they r thinking (however sometimes people do not add their thoughts in the tags either and that is just how it is!). And I also understand some people maybe just don’t know that others like that kind of feedback and need to hear it first to feel encouraged. I think I just personally do not like the tone that a lot of posts have when they talk about it. When ur calling likes useless bc idk it’s not the right kind of feedback u wanted so it’s inferior ?? 😭😭😭 I also feel like that intense vibe like, idk if this makes sense or if other people felt it too, but it negatively shifted my own perception too? Like. I thought likes were fine. But now with how intense people are about them and not meant if likes bc they just don’t count in ur eyes, now when people like instead of reblogging, I just think of all those posts and I’m like “hmm ok is my post bad did I make a bad post bc everyone says the likes aren’t good so if I’m getting likes I made A Bad Post. It’s Pity Feedback” <- which is SO unhealthy and also tbh has a lot more to do with my own issues that are just getting influenced here so it’s not all on those posts lol. I just Also Have Extra Issues 🫡

Ok jeeze I don’t wanna sound soap boxy tho so I’m NOT letting people rb this aJsndjfcjfjfjcjfj and ppl can absolutely have different feelings and opinions about the situation it’s fine. this is just. how I feel ✌️

#I don’t wanna invalidate how ppl feel about it #and I hope ppl won’t invalidate how I feel either lol …#it just makes me SAAAAAAD it bums me out #I dont wanna feel like it’s all a numbers game #I just wanna share sillies :(#IT JUST FEELS HARSH!!!!!#sometimes I like a post so I can reblog later with tags #but I don’t always remember to do it #and then I’ll see a post that’s like #YOU HAVE TO REBLOG DONT LIKE AND RUN #and then I’m like well. I was gonna like and come back #but o don’t want u to get mad at me #but I don’t have time to add tags rn #so I guess I will just not interact at all ????#it’s way too stressful. why are there RULES 😭😭😭😭#and this is all coming from someone who reblogs and comments like mad. I go crazy #I am not a likes and kudos only person lol #but. it is in defense of them. don’t we all share our love differently #is that a crime 😭😭😭😭#ok I’m fully distracted I gotta go bye

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etherealsign282 · 5 months

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Imagine giving abusers/ex abusers respect on a silver platter for the mere concept that they could've possibly changed, and going easy on them

Only to harshly criticize abuse survivors for "gossiping" and "talking shit" about their abusers because "you're saying words but I'm here to see the ex abuser's actions"

But they are not seeing the abuser's actions, they're only hearing that they may or may not have changed and they've already given them a chance with zero caution and zero doubt which means any red flags are harder to spot (bc your mindset is already trying to focus on pardoning them and being biased)

While demonizing and ostracizing the survivor and not giving them a chance to be heard because "they're just bitter" which means every little flaw and mistake becomes a red flag

And both sides are just saying words (maybe the survivor is backing up the evidence sometimes) but somehow because the abuser is being their usual, egotistical self and passive aggressively doing a smear campaign based on "they don't like me anymore even though I did my best and I've changed" (which shows a very huge lack in self-awareness, emotional intelligence, and empathy), while the abuse survivor is aggressively calling them out, the abuser just seems better to listen to

And I'm tired of the injustice toward abuse survivors. I'm tired that abusers can just say or do whatever and people give them a second chance for pretty much no valid reason, when they're so overly critical of the people who were literally abused (with criticism possibly their whole life)

And people are willing to actually hang out with p3d0s and rxpists and abusers because "they probably changed" but then the people that are hanging out with these p3d0s and rxpists are just so quick to be like "anyways I can't be your friend if you're a shit talker or you're bitter and haven't moved on from trauma yet". Like I'm talking shit but your bestie RXPED SOMEONE.

Like there's clearly some part of you that is not rationalizing things properly and is making you more likely to demonize and attack people for calling a rxpist a rxpist, than demonize the rxpist itself because they can play nice to specifically get on your good side by seeming perfect and never negative (which is a huge sign of manipulation but ok)

But I've found that I just can't save y'all and make y'all see that irrationality, and I shouldn't bother trying.

Because so many people just want me to extend my emotional labor to teaching abusers not to abuse, teaching abuse apologists not to be abuse apologists, and have wanted me to since I was a kid

And the more I rant and rave the more exhausted I get with this idea in mind that I'm ranting to save them and make them understand, and I know it just won't fix anything, not for me and not for y'all

Bc y'all are dead set on letting the abusers play the victim because they know how to play the self-pity game just right to seem more relatable than the angry abuse survivor, and make the angry abuse survivor seem like the big scary mean ones for growing a jagged edge to their moral compass

And y'all have been groomed to empathize more with a bad guy who cries victim than a good guy who is here to *do good* not just to pretend play nice. And I'm over trying to be the therapist that makes you understand how fxked that is.

And no this isn't me saying I'll just move on and be positive and be a good happy lil camper that just loves and tolerates everyone and never vents anymore.

This is me saying that the mental burden of your fxcked up, victim blamey perspective is not my responsibility to fix and I'm not going to rant with the idea that I CAN fix y'all.

Imma rant about how much I can't fucking stand y'all who weaponize ignorance and incompetence, and how much I want y'all to suffer and be as miserable as the rxpists that you ride for their approval, since y'all clearly are going to be on their side either way (until they fxk you over themselves).

And how much I know you're already at that level of misery if you genuinely can't shut the fuck up about abuse survivors for two seconds bc of your insecurity and fears making you project onto them all these things you're scared of being, and how delicious it tastes to me, and how much I crave to see more

Until you're in your 50's saying contradictory shit every two seconds and starting a fight every week like a toxic boomer because you no longer know who you are, what you stand for, and what is based on your authenticity vs your performativity, you just know you want to yell and scream away your insecurities.

And if you don't like it? Cope and seethe.

(bc I might rant a lot but at least I'm ranting for justice and I'm ranting bc y'all are actually being dicks and trying to ruin my mood for no reason- ranting about how survivors are bad bc they wont repress the things that happened to them like you do is very clearly a "I'm miserable and bitter and just won't admit it so I'll project it onto everyone else" thing. The problem is I don't attack good people, and y'all will attack anything that seems even mildly threatening to your insecurities).

#toxic positivity #abuser apologist #victim blaming #victim complex #trauma #emotional abuse #toxic #mental abuse #abuse survivor #but yall the same people that uses narcissist as a buzzword for YOUR exes #but people cant say “hey i was abused by x person” without being toxic #fake supporter #hypocricy #weaponized incompetence #ignorance #performativity #oh but you understand exactly how invalid the “i tried my best and ive changed” argument is when its someone who hurt YOU

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Hi there I go by Voidless! (She/Her or They/Them). I'm in search of a romantic matchup for the TWST boys

● I tend to be forthright with my emotions, yet there's this current of sensitivity to rejection that I sometimes forget is there.

● I like share knowledge and fun anecdotes! It can be rather forceful in conversations when I have something to say though.

● I think I may have some abandonment issues... There's this deep fear of not measuring up.

●A trait I'm not proud of is how often I say sorry. On some level I say it often so I can inspire pity and have people undeservingly go easy on me when I mess up. Yeah too late for apologies... ●Regardless I'm torn between a need to be recognized (taking my place in the sun), vs. and acknowledging a deep unsettling unmet want of love and security.

●That, and my sense of self is warped (it cycles through high-highs and low-lows). I have some unattainable goals I've to hinge my identity on in the past and couldn't seem to let go of, which also leads to a fear of failure.

According to UQuiz and some remarks that have resonated with me over the years:

"Definitely makes people around think deeply and a bit too hard on grand, philosophical concepts but eh, they're better for it."

"Short."

"Loves to share everything with a partner eternally curious, and hungers for knowledge. Seems to enjoy exchanging ideas and personal philosophies with others. Exceptionally buoyant, enthusiastic, and can even inspire in their communications."

"Drawn to the hidden layers of life, people, and situations. Highly observant and perceptive, too. Notices things others miss, especially emotional nuances and subtleties. Ability to understand human motivation and honesty."

"...Knows how to lift other people's spirits. Posseses big dreams."

Hobbies: I'm a Renaissance woman and thoroughly enjoy new experiences. That's not to say I don't have my favorites, like: Writing (poetry, fiction, ect.) and by extension world building. Singing is chief of my hobbies and it gives me the feel that I'm alive, and the world is too. I enjoy going out into the wilderness and exploring!

Things I enjoy: A good laugh, barometers and other steampunk-esque items, friendship bracelets, high up places I can sneak into, seeing new things, people I just click with, having a deep talk with someone, sitting high up on the roof, organizing new and old of my favorite books, fairytales and fantastical romances, scents like pumpkin and pine, dancing wildly at big events/parties, and walking outside past midnight to look at the stars and listen to music.

Things that I don't: Disappointing those who believed in me. My not-so-good working memory. Feeling trapped with no way out. Random loud thumps and noises, PTSD is one hell of a drug. Dandelion weeds (they freak me out)

Some favorite songs of mine:

Empire - Shakira

Come Along - Cosmo Sheldrake

Ballad of Serenity - Firefly

Hello and thank you for your request! I hope that this match-up finds you well in life right now, and if not, I do hope and wish that everything will be okay very soon! I hope you enjoy your match-up!

Tw: None

I match you with........

Lilia Vanrouge

The amount of knowledge that this fae has amassed over the centuries is rather immense and he would love to be able to share it all with you, just as you share your own history with him, he'll turn it into a date night!

I just have the feeling that he would also suffer from a form of PTSD, having fought first hand in the human and fae war as a general for a number of years tends to do things to one's mind

During times where you both are having a harder time, he will take you to his room, and just wrap the both of you up in his blankets, doing his best to soothe you. Is he having a hard time himself right now?

Yes

But he would much rather ensure that you are going to be okay and reassure you that he is there for you no matter what when you are in need of him

You should see the size of his book collection. While he was not able to bring all of it to NRC with him, you are more than welcome d to come with him back home during break and you can see the rest of it, he could talk form hours about their contents

Seeing new places is a thing to expect with Lilia

He has been around quite a lot and he knows just the best places to visit and when

Over summer, he would love to be able to travel with you, showing you all the sights that Twisted Wonderland has to offer

Lilia will absolutely join you on your midnight walks. You don't even have to be talking to each other, just being there with you is enough for him. Enjoying each other's company under the stars. What more could this old fae want?

Overall, Lilia once thought that he was far too old for entertain the idea of finding love, but the moment he was with you, he knew that he would spend the last of his days remaining at your side, for as long as time would allow him

Thank you so much for your request!!

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst #matchups #shy writes #disney twisted wonderland #twst imagines #romantic #shy answers #twst Lilia vanrouge #twst Lilia vanrouge x reader #Lilia vanrouge x reader #diasmonia

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eddiemunson-thehero · 2 years

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OoO someone who writes for Jonathan?? That's new

Okokokok would I be allowed to request reader making the first move and asking out Jonathan (or Eddie, or both, really whatever you want) on a date headcanons please :)

Ahhh hi hello, yes i just have such a soft spot for Jonathan I can’t help it!!! Also sorry it took so long to post this, life got hectic and I didn't have time to write :( I hope you enjoy it, I only wrote for Jonathan but if you want one for Eddie as well pls let me know!!

Please feel free to send in more requests, I can write blurbs, headcanons, really anything you guys want in any genre you know fluffy and sweet or angsty and all that!!!

Jonathan

The way I imagine this is that you guys have been long-time friends, both secretly crushing on each other but neither one of you had the guts to make a move

Steve and Nancy would definitely play a role in getting you guys together

Steve would be hyping up Jonathan trying to give him the confidence to ask you out

“Dude I promise you they’re going to say yes, there's no way they don’t have feelings for you”

“It doesn't hurt to try, the worst thing that could happen is that they say no”

Robin would 100% be chiming in to absolutely roast Steve

“Says you, didn’t you get rejected five times in the past week? And how have you been taking that?”

But Jonathan couldn’t imagine someone like you liking him in that way

Even at the beginning of your friendship Jonathan thought you were only friendly out of pity for him because his brother went missing

Nancy on the other hand would be giving you some tough love

“Listen if you don’t ask out Jonathan soon someone else might and there go your chances with him, so buck up and do it already I swear he likes you”

“Have you not noticed how he looks at you, god you’re infuriating”

“So what if he says no, Jonathan is not the type to end a friendship over something so minuscule like that”

“Look, I just want you to be happy, I can’t watch you longing over him anymore”

For the next week, all you heard were Nancy’s comments, and finally, you just wanted to get this over with, either you would end up with the guy of your dreams, or be forced to move on

So one night after having dinner with the Byers’, you and Jonathan head into his room to hang out and listen to the newest mixtape he made for Will

As he was fumbling with the cassette, loading it into the player you decided to just go for it

“Um, Jonathan?” your questioning tone would cause him to turn around so he could listen intently

“I was wondering if maybe you would want to go and see a movie sometime or something?

The way this dumbass still lacked the confidence in himself to believe that you were actually asking him on a date

“Oh yeah sure, did you already ask steve, nancy, and robin or do you want me to?”

This would cause your confidence to falter, breaking eye contact with him and fiddling with your thumbs

“Well, I was actually thinking, um, that maybe it could be just the two of us or something? You know, kind of like a date if you wanted to of course, but if you don’t I totally understand and we can act like I never asked…”

Jonathan would be absolutely speechless at first, you actually wanted to go on a date with him

“A date? With me? Are you sure?”

“Yeah, with you, I'm positive.”

Jonathan would make his way over to you, grab both of your hands and just look intently into your eyes

“Of course, I would love to go on a date with you”

#jonathan byers x reader #jonathan byers imagine #jonathan byers fluff #jonathan byers #jonathan byers one shot #jonathan byers headcanons #stranger things #stranger things 4

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sillyromance · 11 months

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There is a small story i wrote just yesterday... I know that the situation is quite common but such plot is one of my favorite.

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- Hey, Hey... Shshsh...

He took her small, vulnerable figure in his hands and brought right to the green eyes, watching as she was worryingly starring at him.

- There is nothing you should be upset or nervous about...

She kept looking, but he could already see how shiny her cheeks became - how salty water started pouring on them; and how desperately the girl wanted to act as if she had been fine.

- It's OK to be weak, fragil sometimes...

She turned her head from him to hide the tears and pretend she was disagree and angry at her partner. Nevertheless, after some seconds of impossibly hard fight inside of her, the girl broke down. She fell on his silk, large palm and awful shaking made her body tremble.

- I'm sorry... I can't afford myself to be like this... It's bad, it's a shame...

He watched her crying out loud - the only things he felt in his soul were pity and love, although he had never seen her this helpless. Even tinies can be strong, protective, unstoppable, brave. But everyone who takes too much on their shoulders someday meets this impossible, horrible state, when you don't want to do anything, when arms are useless, weak, when all inside is jumping from fear and uncertainty and you just want to lie down and die, blaming yourself for every mistake you have ever made. She was in that state. And she didn't want to believe she needed help to get over - because "the rulers never cry".

He sighed silently.

- Don't worry so much, honey. There is no shame. And... It's normal to feel like that. Let me do one thing... And i promise - it will be much better. Trust me.

She wordlessly nodes, knowing what was going to happen. Yes, she wanted this, but it was extremely difficult to admit - even to herself.

But... Yes, this was the best option in the world...

He slowly lifted her to his plump pale lips and opened the warm cave of his mouth wide, showing red, soft maw, pink toungle - and sharp white teeth like borders in front and aside of it. One move of a giant hand - the girl sat on the slimy, gentle surface of alive crimson flesh. Next moment the darkness came - and so the heat. The girl lied on his toungle wiggling and moving, tasting her tiny forms, pressing to his elastic cheeks, which - she felt - were blushing hopelessly. Hot blood punched them strongly from the inside ...

She knew he liked the process as much as she did - a loud, moaning breath told her that. All of her body, from top to the bottom were covered in saliva, but she didn't care. It was just one more pleasant thing which reminded her - that time she didn't have any powers, any responsibilities, any will. She was so unable to protect herself as she had never been before. And at the same time, someone huge, heavy, strong, who could easily kill her and turn into dust, was so cautious, so loving. So gentle. It's heaven when you have a darling willingly listening to your troubles, understanding and giving exactly what you seek for. Especially, if it's the right of being a child when you're an adult; a leaded one when you're a leader; a helpless, but appreciated and willing prey.

Finally, he slowly titled his head back, making her glide into dark and narrow, pulsing hall of his tight throat. She didn't even try to protest - and graciously, obendiently slipped inside. Her arms got squised to her sides, firmly, but softly. And he swallowed. And again. And again.

It was like she was touched by thousands of hands, pushing her down, down, down - to her partner's core, which was already growling excitedly, waiting for it's "meal". She smiled, thinking, what he was feeling at that moment while she was falling into his suddenly hungry gut. Was he guiding her with his finger as she was passing his chest? Or simply closed his eyes, waiting the minute she would enter his belly?.. Who knows... But what was definitely true - it wasn't a bad experience for none of them.

Every journey should end. The girl went through the last muscle circle of esophagus and softly bounced on man's velvet stomach walls which groaned greetingly when she came. They started happily churning her around, hugging and squishing her with their thick wrinkles, covered in viscous liquid. The girl laughed and burried herself in the wet flesh, patting and rubbing it constantly.

But soon she recognized something else. A press, slight, intimate - from the outside. It's his hand; fingers walking around his stomach, rubbing it back, drawing figures on it - and searching for her trough the skin. She rushed to them eagerly, answering with her small hands, trying to make him feel all her affection and gratitude.

- Are you all right?..- She heard a muffled, familiar voice.

- Yes, everything is fantastic! - She shouted loudly. The girl understood that she was heard when she felt his second hand massaging his stomach full of her.

It seemed as if he kept a butterfly in his depths. It fluttered around inside his stomach, making some pleasant, tingly mess. He wanted to sing because of this... What a wonderful, heartmelting sensation - when you comfort someone you love, and this person returnes even more warmth and passion back to you after. It's not so bad to be an alfa from time to time - if it brings satisfaction and joy to all of the included.

He wrapped his arms around his belly and lied on a couch, curling on it like a big cat. There were no sadness and tears any longer. She settled down meanwhile too; the girl was felt like a nice reassuring weight on his growling middle. The man continued rubbing it and, overwhelmed by pleasure, began to murmur cooing words.

Lately, she fell asleep, he returned to his everyday businesses. But one hand never left his stomach area and when he glanced at it people could see a fascinated smile on his face.

He really liked being a pred.

#safe vore #wholesome vore

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