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deformedcat · 2 months

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The 5 love language

pairing: artist male y/n x childhood friend oc

warning: vomiting, stalking, obsessive behaviour, gore, open ending, not proof read, v rushed 📣📣

Valentine's Day, a day to spend with your loved ones, something you didn't have.

Forget spending Valentine's day with anyone- you had work at the convenience store. Sure, you're an artist, but money won't magically appear onto your kitchen counter.

Despite that, it didn't bother you as much as the sight you saw around you that day. (though bother might not be fitting, more like envious) There were couples everywhere on dates, holding hand and showing their affection towards each other. Bleh. (translation: when is it my turn?)

Either way, you could complain all you want but life still goes on. Sighing, you walk towards your apartment, staring down at your phone to avoid the sights of couples. It wasn't until an envelope at your door caught your attention.

The envelope had a simple yet design with a heart shape sticker on it, you hesitantly take it and enter your apartment.

After sitting on your couch for abit, you cautiously and gradually opens the letter, wary of any potential pranks, but nothing happened.

"Dear y/n

Happy Valentine's day, well, it's not Valentine's day yet but it will be soon.

I've always had a big crush on you, but i never gotten the chance to confess to you directly. Truth to be told, i'm not a courageous person, but you give me the strength to do so today :).

You are the most strongest, admirable person I've met. Whenever i listen to your music, I'm hit in awe with how talented you are. I fall even harder everytime i see you. Your presence is already enough for me to keep going.

Do you know the saying "the 5 love language"? They are words of affirmation, acts of service, receiving gifts, quality time, and physical touch. I would love to know which one is your love language, but instead of asking, I want to let you experience all of them. I aim to make you feel loved in every way possible, starting with words of affirmation!"

..Ah.

A secret admirer,,?

You honestly didn't know something so cliche that would be done in a high school romance movie would happened to yourself, in real life.

The rest of the kettle had you fuming like a kettle, was this person a fan of poets? They sure had their way with words.

As sweet as the letter sounds, you couldnt help but feel crept out by this, how much does this person knows you? Do you even know this person?

You could only hope that it's not someone creepy, like a stalker.. You opened your phone and take a picture of the letter, sending it to your childhood bestfriend.

y/n:

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hyeon:

what's this?

y/n:

love letter,

saw it in front of my

apartment

hyeon:

does someone have a lil crush on little y/n :0?

y/n:

hyeon:

Daniel's got a competitor 😄

y/n:

NEVER

im forever loyal to daniel

👎👎

hyeon:

haha

why are you showing me this?

y/n:

idk

felt a lil crept out

dont u think its weird??

how did they know where i lived? idfk who they are

hyeon:

hmm, thats true.

maybe it's a neighbour? they mentioned they could hear your music, they might be living around your area ?

y/n:

that make it even worse

hyeon:

lock your doors and windows, you wouldnt want to entice your little 'admirer' to break in do you?

y/n:

gtg, bye

hyeon:

i was just joking D:!

I'll be back from Russia soon, i promise <3

y/n

mm, maybe dont.

take care tho

A few days went by and nothing happened, you were beginning to wonder if the letter was just a prank from the kids around the area.

Regardless, you didn't care, you were to tired from your work ealier. Getting yelled at by your manager in front of the customers, for something rather silly. (you looked really tired but manager took it as "mf u dont like ur work isit) This was far fron the first time, and not the worst thing that had happened, but it didn't make it less draining.

you went into your apartment, turned on the light and fell right onto your couch. Rent was due in 3 weeks,, you were mentally preparing yourself to starve for the next few days to be able to have a roof under your head.

everything was tiring you out, and you just want a car to come running into you already, but the house isn't going to clean itself. You had to do chores because you have been putting off chores for a few days now. It's going to pile up the more you tell yourself "i'll do it tomorrow." so you pushes your body off the couch to start.

maybe you can start by taking out the trash.

problem was, the trash was missing. you stared at the empty, new plastic bag over the trash you didn't remember replacing. are you hallucinating?

you went over the sink to wash the dishes, to find them cleaned and kept neatly inside the cabinet. huh.

you must be going crazy, you were sure you did not wash those dishes nor keep them. even if you did, you wouldn't store them as neat as this.

are you going insane?

you quickly check the laundry, and sure enough, they were all done up. the dirty clothes were washed, the one that you didn't bother folding was folded and put away in your bedroom. Neatly.

was your landlord here this morning? Even if he was, he wouls never done something like this. He only ever told you to stop being so lazy and clean the messy apartment. He even once demanded you to clean everything up while be watched but thats it.

you hit your head against the wall, hard, to check if you had not actually fallen asleep on the couch and this was all just a dream. you winced at the pain on your forehead, that sure gave you an answer that youre not hallucinating.

maybe you're just overworked..?

you sat on your bed, noticing a familiar envelope with another sticker on your pillow.

what the fuck.

you opened the envelope, which in it read,

"dear y/n,

Surprise, it's an act of service this time! you're so hardworking that you tire yourself out,, so i decided to do somethinf to lighten the load for you. Remember to take a break when you need it okay?

I also cooked dinner for you, it's your favourite :). They're in the fridge, please enjoy, it's not healthy to starve yourself.

Eternally yours,

Your secret admirer 💌"

you wanted to kill yourself.

your stalker is in fact, a stalker.

how did they get in your house?

how did they know your habits?

you didn't even bother eating the food in the fridge, letting it sit there as you spend the night searching for cameras in your house.

y/n:

hyeon,

they broke in

the mf that sent the letter broke in

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hyeon:

broke in?

how? didn't i told you to lock the doors and windows?

y/n:

idfk hyeon

they broke in and like

did my chores

and even cook dinner for me

saying its an act of service

hyeon:

are you safe?

y/n:

i dont know am i

i know this sounds weird af but im

not joking

i dont feel safe in my house rn

hyeon:

call the police.

y/n:

with what evidence

tell them that someone sent two envelope, broke into my bouse, did my chores and cooked a meal for me??

ill sound like a maniac

then they'll send me to a mental hospital

hyeon:

you'll never know unless you try,

y/n, this sound dangerous, your life could be on the line bere.

please just call the police and see if they can do anything about it.

do you still have that previous letter with you?

y/n:

yeah

hyeon:

show that to them, including the new one.

y/n:

ill try

hyeon:

okay.

i wish i wasnt in russia right now.

im so sorry, please wait a bit more, ill come back soon.

update me whenever you can.

y/n:

dont be sorry,

thank you.

you never had a peaceful sleep for the next few days, the only thing keeping you sane is messaging hyeon everyday.

you have been so worn out from what happened that night. you had gone to the police, but after they didnt found anything suspicious in your house besides the two letter, they then left and told you to contact them if anything happened.

useless. you texted to hyeon.

neither did the police nor you could find any hidden cameras around your house, but that didnt mean you were safe. they could missed them, or not search at the right place.

you were sitting on your couch, scrolling down your phone to distract what had happened. suddenly, someone knocked on your door.

you groaned, thinking it was your landlord, you got up, walked to your door and peek from the peephole. nobody was there.

you opened the door slowly, immediately notices the stench behind the door. sitting on the floor in the dark hallway were two boxes wrapped like gifts with a gold ribbon.

crimson liquid was seeping through the boxes, on top of one of the box was an envelope, the one you had received a few days prior.

you suppressed the urge to throw up as you felt your breath getting quicker and shallower. you opened your phone and called the police and messaged hyeon

y/n

hyeon

when the polices arrived, they opened the boxes and envelope. one of the polices seems panickes and quickly rushes to you bringing the envelope, making you read it.

"Dear y/n,

Two, the number of hands one would need to do a heart, i thought it would be romantic to give you two gifts. After all, what's Valentine's day without gifts?

I've seen the way those two treated you, i couldnt stand watching them mistreated you. How prideful that human trash must be to push all his mistakes onto you then punishes you? Just because he's a manager? You don't deserve that, dear, so, this is for you.

And that bastard landlord of yours, the way he stares at you and put his hand at you is so disgusting. If he's gonna look at you like that, he don't deserve his eyes. Just because he's your landlord, does not mean he can put his hand on you like that, so i cut them off.

i hope you enjoy the gifts, dear. I guess this can be considered to be acts of service too? I look foward to spending some quality time with you. I can't wait to finally have you in my arm.

ps. inside the hand of your manager is a necklace. <3

Eternally yours,

Your secret admirer 💌"

you glanced at the content of the boxes, puking at the side after seeing the blood hand of your manager and your landlord's head with his eyes gouge out.

you felt helpless.

you had nowhere to go.

you didnt wanna stay here anymore, you dont feel safe anywhere.

you just want to die.

as the police patting your backs and gives you a bottle of water, you receives a text message on his phone.

hyeon:

hey, i'm here now.

i'm sorry i couldn't reply to you earlier, i just arrived in south korea.

y/n:

hyeon thank god

please

can i stay at your place for a while

i cant stay here anymore

hyeon:

Of course, i'll pick you up.

when you finally met hyeon, you collapsed into the taller man's arm, letting the tears out you have been holding in as hyeon holds you close, embracing you in much needed warmth and comfort.

"here," hyeon placed down a plate of fried rice in front of you, coincidentally it being your favourite food but you dont have any appetite after what happened.

"i can tell you havent been eating well, it's all i have at the moment, but its better than nothing."

you appreciated him, but didnt wanna eat anything at the moment, the sight of your landlors was still fresh in your mind.

"thanks, but i feel really sick right now." you felt bad for putting hyeon through the trouble, only to turn it down in the end. "i'll heat it up and have it tomorrow."

"maybe you at least drink some water?"

"sure." Hyeon was already pouring a warm cup of water for you, you were glad you at least had hyeon to come to.

you two spent a while in an awkward silence, it was like hyeon would not ask what had happened until you were ready to talk about it yourself.

"do you have work later?" you asked to distract yourself.

No, hyeon had alarms around the house. He would be notified of any suspicious activities detected.

"no, my manager said he'll take care of it."

"oh.."

then the silence were back again, until hyeon opened his mouth.

"are you going to sleep now?"

"I.." you were sure you would not be able to sleep tonight, you do not know where that stalker was, what if they too breaks into hyeon's house? will you put him in danger as well?

Even so, you're still on edge.

"do you want to share a room?"

"what?"

"you don't have to sleep alone when i'm right here for you to cuddle with!"

you sighed, "hyeon-"

"no really, maybe im just overprotective but i really dont want to leave you alone. We can catch up on the past month, and maybe if i talk enough, it might put you to sleep?"

you cried into his arms for the second time that night.

you could not remember the last time you was help to sleep, you didnt think there was ever a time actually. when he slept besides hyeon, the latter would always wrap his body around you like a koala.

not that it surprised you, hyeon had always been handsy with you ever since the two was young, but only around him.

whenever they ate together, hyeon would reach his hand out to wipe a grain of rice or a drop of sauce off your face.

whenever they play fight, hyeon would always hug you as a way to "immobilize you". when hyeon suggested decorating the house for Valentine's day to take your mind off of things, he would hold your hand and guide you through tying ribbons and hanging decorations.

And when you still couldnt stop the anxiety from rising, hyeon would hold you so close, no matter what time it is, he would remind you to breathe, and prepare plastic bags for you in case you pukes.

Heck, he even made sure that you had fallen asleep first before he would.

you felt safe by hyeon's side.

On the morning of Valentine's day, hyeon was still asleep which was expected, he had waited for you to fall asleep the night before.

You carefully and quietly slipped out of hyeon's tight hold, and headed towards the washroom, you decided to clean hyeon's office then cook a meal for him.

walking toward hyeon's office, you noticed a few paperwork on his table. It seems like it was the paperwork hyeon's had been doing last evening.

His handwriting was exceptionally neat, it had been quite some time you last seen it, but you could remember envying the man for having such a neat writing.

you noticed a half opened file on the floor, you picked it up and read the content of the files out of curiousity

they were mostly a bunch of statistics and numbers, percentages and whatnot. you wanted to stop reading but you felt drawn in his handwriting. To you, it looked familiar, like you've seen it before.

you stared longer at the words until you realized,

realized why he found it familiar.

you flipped to the next page, why did hyeon have your landlord personal informations?

you felt arms hugging you from behind, "what are you doing, snooping around my work like that? what if it's confidential?'

you didnt answer.

"y/n?" hyeon seemed to noticed you tensing up, "sorry, did i scare you that badly? you just seemed so focused on those papers, i just had to-"

"Hyeon."

"Yeah?"

You didnt know what to say, you did not know what to ask. You didnt know how to ask him.

you wish you were just dreaming.

Because.. wasnt hyeon in russia all this time?

"y/n?"

Hyeon couldnt have been in south korea. He couldnt have went into your apartment. He couldnt have place those.. letters abd boxes in your apartment if he wasnt even in the same country as you

ah.

"y/n, are you okay?"

"hyein,, can i take a look at your passport?"

"my passport? why?"

"i just want to.. confirm something."

Hyeon looked at you for a while, before letting go of you "sure, let me go get it."

As he went back to his room, you held ontobthe table tightly to avoid collapsing.

its okay.

you just had to look into his passport, then you would realize how dumb you are to suspect hyeon, the person that sheltered you when you had nowhere to go. the man that's your childhood friend who would sacrifice anything for you-

Hyeon returned, with his passport in hand. "here you go." you were about to take the passport from hum until you saw it

or more like the lack of it.

instead of handing the passport to you normally, hyeon had flipped it to the latest page. Hyeon had supposedly flew to russia first of december last year.

The last time he travelled, according to the passport,

was back in june.

"you were wondering about this, werent you?" hyeon stepped closer towards you, "when did it click?"

"your handwriting you bastard."

"ah right, that was my mistake, but dont you think it took too long for you to notice?"

Hyeon took the papers one by one, putting them together neatly, as if he was having the most normal and mundane conversation.

As if he wasnt the one that sent you all of that letters.

As if he was not the one who broke into your apartment.

As if he didnt sent that severed head and hands to you..

"i guess i should expected that, after all, i'm never the one whom you'll ever have eyes for, am i?" he smiled bitterly.

"Hyeon.." you wanted to be proven wrong, you wanted to be wrong so bad.

you wanted to believe hyeon was not capable of this.

you wanted to believe him, your closest friend, would never do such thing.

instead, you received a hug that felt so cold.

you wanted to strangle hyeon so bad. you wanted to strangle yourself.

you just felt so weak.

as much as you wanted to avoid it, the clues were all right in front of you, mocking you.

there was no one in the world who had heard and appreciated your music, who observed and knew so much of your lifestyle and habits besides ivan.

when the puzzle started coming together, you could feel yourself falling apart.

"so y/n, please tell me:

what is your favourite love language?"

you just want to die.

[draft messages]

y/n:

thanks for taking me in

im glad i hv u in my lufe

you better not tell anyone i said this,

but i dont think theres anyone else i trust

anyone else more than you

thank you.

a/n: zzzzz goodnight (disappears)

#male reader #male yandere #bottom male reader #x male reader #iwanttosleeppeladw #sub male reader #mayi'swriting—

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raccoonsrummagerostrum · 1 year

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Okay hear me out

Yautja with an s/o who has adhd

Yautja Vs ADHD

Yautja x GN! ADHD! Reader

Word count: 838

Warnings: Fuff, depictions of ADHD, depictions of social rejection

Summary: Your lover thinks you are strange for your species, but loves you regardless.

A/N: OMG! I have ADHD too! Why did I not think of this!?

When your lover started dating you they had a lot of biases about ooman that they had to unlearn. They had been taught that oomans were fragile yet intelligent creatures, they knew that oomans were primitive but creative, and that they were highly social and very dangerous in groups. But after spending time with you a lot of their preconceived notions were challenged.

You were not fragile. You would regularly trip, fall, and bump into just about everything. Your lover was very concerned about this at first, but whenever it happened you would just walk it off like it was nothing. You would even laugh about it. Much to their unending confusion. Occasionally they would find cuts, scrapes, and bruises in random places on your body and ask how that happened. All you could do was shrug.

Your lover had hunted oomans before, so they knew just how intelligent they could be. So when you repeatedly forgot important items, or tasks they began to question if you were just one of the less intelligent ones. Every species has them. But as time went on and they grew to understand you more, they came to know that you were not stupid, you just struggled with some things. You seemed to have a brilliant mind for problem solving, even exceeding other examples of your species. Not to mention how long you could go on talking about your favorite topics. They adore the way you lit up as you talked. They do still often need to remind you about items and tasks, but they understand that everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. Every day they understand yours more and more.

Your lover did tend to look down on ooman technology. To you, your phone was the most advanced device in the universe. It helps you keep track of important things, such as events and chores, and it can access the sum of all ooman knowledge in just seconds. But to your lover it was nothing more than a light up brick. But they did admire the creativity with which you used your primitive tools. Such as throwing on some music and suddenly being able to conjure the ability to do the dishes. You also used your creativity in other fascinating ways. Any and all artistic pursuits are revered by your lover. Art is not common in yautja culture, the art they do have though is highly symbolic and ceremonial. They love listening to you talk about the choices you made while making any given piece and find the concept of art for art's sake fascinating .

One of the things that confused your lover the most was how you socialized. You seemed to really struggle talking to other oomans. You would start with your usual high energy, but the other ooman would quickly show their disinterest, causing you to get very discouraged and end the conversation very quickly. You also had a tendency to do, what you called, ‘overshare’. Your lover treasured any time when you would tell them everything on a given topic, whether that was how your day was or about the documentary you had just watched. The ooman on the receiving end of the oversharing however, would usually make their ‘discomfort’ known. Your lover would quickly get angry at whoever was icing you out, because they knew that you were just sociable and wanted to talk. Sometimes though you would avoid talking to people all together for all the above reasons. But in other, seemingly similar interactions, you could easily talk to another person like they were already your best friend. For some reason they would match your energy perfectly and the two of you would create a tight bond, only to go your separate ways and never talk again.

There was one simple explanation for all of this that your lover was completely unaware of. Unaware of, until one day. The two of you were having dinner and having a conversation when they said something that caught you a little bit off guard.

“You are a strange example of your species.”

“What do you mean by that?” You asked.

“Well…” They thought for a moment, choosing their next words carefully. “You are constantly getting injured, but somehow end up fine. You are fiercely intelligent, but still manage to forget small things. You are incredibly creative, and industrious, but struggle with interpersonal communication, until you do not? It is just… you act strange for a ooman.” You blinked a few times, trying to figure out if you should be offended or not. Then you laughed.

“Have I not told you I have ADHD?”

“What?”

“ADHD, it stands for attention deficit hyperactivity disorder, although it's really more of an attention regulation disorder rather than a deficit. Basically it affects how my brain works and, yeah it affects everything you mentioned.”

“So you are not a normal ooman!”

“No,” you giggled again.

“That is all right though,” they said before you could continue. “I like the way you are, strange ooman.”

#fanfic #yautja #writing #x reader #gn!reader #predator alien #yautja x human #yautja x reader #fluff #comfort #adhd struggles #adhd #adhd reader #request

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nogenderbee · 13 days

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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕚𝕥?! ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: Hi bee! I see you opening your requests and I hope I didn't late^^

Anyway, can I request WxS (separately) with reader who's a vocaloid producer but they compose sad songs with dark meaning (ex : self-inflicted achromatic, shinitai-chan, etc)? I kinda want to know too their reaction when they find out that reader is a vocaloid producer and the song that they usually hear is actually made by reader

I hope you have a good day and sorry for my bad english :')

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Hello!! Yes dear, you absolutely can! And don't worry about English, I know my isn't perfect either so it's a-okey! ^^

Anyway~ I really hope you'll like it!! Because I certainly did like writing it!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

✧ Tsukasa probably never listened to your songs himself but I feel like he'd hear few titles and songs when his friends get their hands on speakers at wherever they are... or whenever he steals a headphone...

✧ and honestly, despite the dark lyrics in few, he still thinks some have really nice instrumentals!

✧ he's still not the biggest fan but not against it either

✧ he definitely heard your artist name once or so but unless it's actually your name, I feel like he wouldn't be able to guess...

✧ but if it is... he'd come up one day to you and he like "hey, so this one artist has the same name as you!" and then it's up to you if you lie to him or tell the truth!

✧ once he discovers you're a producer of those darker songs, he's both surprised yet still supportive! How could he not?

✧ he admires the fact you create your own music just like that and it doesn't matter what it's about, he'll still be the first one to listen all of your songs and albums

"Y/NNNN WHY DIDN'T YOU TOLD ME YOU PUBLISHED A NEW SONG?!! No! I need to listen to it right now!"

✧ you know how he acts towards L/n? Yup, he's the same fangirl for you

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @bad-the-an-enjoyer @yulikesminori @alicewinterway18 @nenes-numberonefan - come get your future star!

✧ Emu would be the one that somehow heard your artist name here and there but never really listened to any of your songs... sad songs just aren't her cup of tea!

✧ even if your artist name is similar to your real name, I feel like she wouldn't catch it... she'll just realize you create music when you tell her about it

✧ she tried giving a chance to this type of songs but even with thought her lover made it... she's just unable to enjoy it when song is so sad...

✧ speaking of which, now she's concerned about you! Like.. what's going on in your life that you feel the need to write such a sad songs with even sadder meanings...?

✧ but skipping the meaning part... she's actually really impressed you're a composer! She finds it all so cool!

✧ if she ever visits your room after getting to know what you do, she'll definitely ask you if you can create music together and she surprisingly had lots of fun ideas...

"And then we could go like HAHAHA! So everyone listening will inmidietly smile because it's so unexpected and fun!"

✧ believe her, she's not trying to change your composing style... she just gets ideas like that naturally!

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @hayillaaaaaaa @miguelito-maruti-blog - come get your smiley girl!

✧ Nene would certainly listen to darker songs from time to time, but I feel like it'd mostly happen when she's playing games...

✧ let's say there's a boss fight, then she'll play some harder songs and the meaning doesn't really matter to her at that moment

✧ but if she's having nostalgic/sad moment in game, she'll go for sadder songs and if they have darker lyrics? Only better for her!

✧ so there's a high chance she heard your songs a lot and finally one day decided to check your profile to see what other songs you hide there

✧ now the name... if your artist name is the same as your real, you can't even fool her, she immidietly knows it just be you... because what'd the chance?!

✧ if your name is something far different... she may have troubles guessing it's you, especially that she doesn't usually spend her time thinking who the artist might really be...

✧ but once you reveal you're a music producer, I feel like she'd have few guesses onto which one you might be...

✧ but no matter if she guesses or not, she'll definitely listen to your songs more often! Maybe also when she's learning her lines and she has a sadder moment?

"Oh? So it is you? Well I need to tell you, your songs can really get me in the nostalgic mood, especially when I played that one mystery visual novel I told you about."

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @bl4cktourmaline @nenes-numberonefan - come get your shy gamer~

✧ Rui definitely had a depressed songs phase in middle school, so naturally, whenever he hears one of the old songs popping up or new ones, he usually sticks with them

✧ he usually doesn't even focus on meaning anymore, if he likes the instrumentals, that's enough of a reason for him to add the song to his favorites!

✧ and of course, he noticed he got a lot of your songs on his playlist... so he checked out your profile!

✧ if your artist name is same or similar your real name, he immidietly knows it but decides to simply tease you by pretending he doesn't and is simply big fan of your artist self

✧ if your name is far different... it takes him a while but he gets it either way! I feel like he'd for fun try to figure out who some artists are before they to face or identity reveal and he usually guessed correctly!

✧ so don't be surprised when one day he comes to you like "hey, your recent song was great!" and leaves you dumbfounded because how did he know?!!

"Hehe~ c'mon, you can't think I'm that blind! You can't lie to your own boyfriendy about such a thing, my dear."

✧ definitely teases the heck out of you about being a fan since he's not afraid to admit it

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @yulikesminori @toyaswif3y @bl4cktourmaline @r4wrclwz @superstar-ethereal @stellas-starry-stove13 @alicewinterway18 @nenes-numberonefan - come get your crazy inventor~

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anyotherwriter · 2 years

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Ask Me Again

For a request from @bringinsexybackk69 -- “Before the ZA, Y/N was a tattoo artist before the ZA and she met Daryl because she did the artwork on his back (the angel and demon). She met him through Merle (after publicly turning him down in front of a bunch of his army buddies) and after a couple years her and Daryl got married. Fast forward to the ZA, maybe one kids at the prison from WoodBury asks how they met while Y/N is giving the kids “temp” tattoos with some washable markers / letting the kids fill in her tattoos with the colored markers she found on a run.”

I hope you like it, I think it’s pretty cute!

okay, love you, bye.

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You made sure to stay as still as you could, sitting well the way you had many times before. It wasn’t a foreign feeling to have someone’s hands on you, or to be completely okay with it while filling your arms and your legs with painful, colorful artwork. You couldn’t begin to recount the number of hours you’d spent with needles and ink wells and the smell of disinfectant and latex mingling in the air, but you couldn’t deny that it was one of the things you missed the most. There was a heavy feeling of longing in your chest for that good pain that left behind nothing but beauty. Oftentimes you wished you were smart enough to engineer another machine, to fabricate that electric buzz that would typically over take the music in the shop you used to work at.

For now, the small hand wrapped around your bicep and the other holding a blue marker and coloring in the blank spaces would have to do.

"I wish I had more colors." The boy, around ten or eleven, said to you as he focused heavily on the way the felt of the marker tip glided across your skin, filling in the outline of the rose you had just gotten before everything went to hell.

"I always keep an eye out for more when I'm out there." You said with a small smile, remembering the success you felt when you found an orange marker that had rolled under a metal shelf in an old mechanic shop, only to uncap it and find it bone dry and crusted. "Maybe I'll ask Daryl to keep an eye out, too."

It was a simple suggestion, one you put out into the world without thinking it was odd or an intimidating thing to do. You were aware that most people at this prison, especially the folks that found refuge here from Woodbury, felt that Daryl wasn't the one to do personal favors. They were off put by the sneer he wore on his face most times, let alone the actions he displayed when he was angry in the snap of a finger. Recently, though, he seemed to level out. He was calmer, albeit more flighty and itching to leave the prison gates whenever people would attempt to speak to him- he was still trying.

"How did you meet Daryl?" The boy said, his voice quieter than before. It was a question that you'd been asked before, and a question you often didn't answer. Not because you didn't want to talk about it; you mostly wanted to respect Daryl in that he had no interest in telling anyone about himself and his life and you. Back at the Quarry, he was upset that you offered up as much as you did to the group, telling Shane and Lori that Daryl knew how to hunt, that you wanted to join the larger group for protection in numbers, that you and Daryl were married.

None of it was ever a secret, not by any means. Daryl didn't care if everyone knew he could hunt and hold his own, he didn't care about wanting safety in numbers- because that was a good call. What he cared about was the odd looks that you received when attaching yourself to him in such an intimate title. You were his wife, and in a world that would find itself full of lawless thieves and murderers, you were now his weakness and a target by association.

His fears in this new, broken world were similar to his fears of the past world. The way he voiced them to you in the tent the following evening after the group had settled, you could hear the apprehension and the fear in his voice he wouldn't admit was there. Since then, you promised him you wouldn't say anything he wouldn't.

It wasn't until recently, when Rick opened the gates to the people of Woodbury, that Daryl introduced you to someone new as his wife, something he had only done a handful of times since you'd gotten married. It was a sign that he was comfortable and felt that you were safe.

But he hadn't always been so sure.

"How we met?" you let out a deep exhale, making sure not to jostle your arm as the boy switched from the blue marker to the green. "You trying to get that one out of me again?"

"Daryl told me that I should ask you one more time." The boy smiled as he followed the lines of the empty leaves around the now blue rose. You would've thought that he was lying, but when you looked across the yard to where Daryl was propped up onto a table, he was already looking at you with a humored smile of his own.

When you met Merle and his Army buddies, you knew that he wouldn't make it too far. He was loud and boisterous to a fault. He wanted to fight anything that moved and believed that the world owed him something extraordinary. His buddies were no different. They would rock up into the tattoo shop you started to apprentice at, cause a bunch of trouble, and get high before sitting for the most cliché flash designs off the walls. You were able to fly under the radar and miss detection from them a few times, but one night, one of his buddies had seen a small flash of you as you tried to make a beeline to the bathroom for some reprieve from the noise.

"Hey, you!" Was all the guy had said, followed by the heavy footfalls of his boots. You hoped that maybe you could get away from him, make him believe it was just a hallucination from the high. But you weren't quick enough and his large hand locked around your elbow and pulled you back. "Where've they been hidin' you?"

"Leave her alone!" The familiar timber of your mentor's voice barked through the shop, followed by warnings of kicking their whole damn crew out if he had to. "She ain't doin' no business for you."

The hand didn't let go of you as fast as you would've liked and you weren't surprised by the red marks his fingers had left behind, either.

"Ladies like her ain't gonna put out for someone with such an ugly mug like you!" Merle yelled then, arrogance lacing his voice as he winked at you. "She's lookin' for a real man."

And you were convinced after that evening that there were no real men worth searching for around this town. You thought maybe this place would be different than where you grew up, maybe more friendly and accepting and welcoming; it ended up being more of a lateral move, not an upgrade. You'd sit in the back corner at a desk with chipping veneer and practice on the pig skins that your mentor bought from a butcher down the street for a reduced fee and mind your business. You'd work on your line work and your shading, all the while keeping an eye on every mouthy man that walked in the front door wanting to know what they could get for a single hundred dollar bill.

It wasn't until late one evening that Merle had come strolling back into the shop, nearly snuck in with an unusual quietness to him, minutes before you were meant to head out for the night. You didn't notice he was inside until he clapped his hand on the back of a new guy's shoulder, the sound resonating through the shop.

You hadn't seen him before. You were well-versed in the gang Merle usually toted around and the way their individual footsteps sounded, threatening and heavy as they dragged under them uneasily. But this guy… you didn't hear him at all, even as you watched him walk around hesitantly. His hair was a messy buzzcut of chestnut and his shirt was a ratty navy blue thing peppered with oil stains. When your mentor asked him if he was there for some ink, too, he declined.

There was a familiarity with Merle in the way he threw a wave your way, knowing you were tucked away in your corner behind a large, fake monstera plant you brought in to liven up the place a bit, and the disgusted glare you always gifted him in return. It was a routine now and you knew it was a game for him.

"Evenin', sweet cheeks!" He called to you, earning another glare. "How 'bout you hook my brother up with some free ink, huh?" He suggested loudly, and then laughed. Normally you would've told Merle to shove it, and that no one he's associated with gets anything for free, but you were stuck on the fact that this new guy was his brother. A brother that seemed to be quiet and reserved and anxious in the way he kept chewing at the skin of his thumb and glancing towards the front door. When Merle mentioned a tattoo for him, his head whipped up in your direction like he hadn't noticed you there sooner and his eyes widened slightly.

You steeled yourself, offered a tight smile to him, and turned back to Merle.

"Fuck off, Merle." You said before grabbing your bag off the floor and collecting a few loose drawings you had scattered on your desk. "I'd rather eat rusty screws."

And you made your way out the front door, the bell above it signaling your departure and you didn't mean to, but you looked back in through the window just in time to see the stranger sitting back on the couch, still chewing at his thumb, with the ghost of a humored smile tugging at his lips.

And then Merle disappeared for a while, weeks, and it seemed as if the town calmed down a bit. It felt a little safer to walk to your car in the evenings and you didn't worry about running into him and his crew at the gas station. You had gotten comfortable enough in the quiet hum to go out grocery shopping in the evening. It was late November and there was no traffic and you enjoyed the empty aisles as you got to take your time looking for unbruised apples. It was a different story when you left the safety of the bright lights of the store and started to make your way to your car. There was a familiar whistle from the dark part of the sidewalk, where a cloud of smoke clouded the group in a threatening aura. Merle was quick to step towards you as you continued to walk towards your car. You held your finger over the panic button on your keys, but you knew that he would just find it funny and probably press on further.

“Leave me alone.” You demanded, hoping that he would just let you load your bags into your car and leave you be. But things were never that simple.

“Now, now,” he started as he rested his hand on the frame of the door just beside you. “Ya didn’ miss me?”

“No. Now leave me alone.” You tried to put the next bag from your shopping cart into your car when Merle reached into it and plucked out a bag of chips and ripped it open. He made a show of eating one loudly, close to your face, with a devious smirk on his face.

“Honey, I think…” He moved a bit closer to you, now, “that you and I could be somethin’ special.”

A laugh rose up your chest and you couldn’t stop it before it came out. It was a sound that echoed through the empty parking lot and Merle’s face dropped. His buddies behind him snickered as they tried not to laugh at their friend too much. They’d watch Merle try this dance with almost every other woman in town, most times with the same outcome, but it never humbled him quite enough.

He simply raised his eyebrows at you as you snatched the bag out of his hands, making sure to let your nails scrape painfully along the top of his hand.

“Merle!” Someone yelled from behind them. This time you could hear his foot fall. They smacked against the ground in loud, angry thumps against the pavement as they approached you. You didn’t dare take your eyes from Merle’s, who found the new voice a nuisance based on the way he rolled his eyes. It wasn’t until the flash of chestnut hair came into your peripheral that you even dared a look away from Merle.

“Daryl, c’mon, man!” Merle threw his hands up in the air in defeat as his brother stepped in between the two of you. He smelled like cigarettes and leather and dirt after a heavy rain.

“Leave’er the fuck alone.” He said around the half-burnt cigarette that hung from his lips. He didn’t have to physically push Merle away from him, even if it looked like he were about to, when Merle began to walk away with a few mumbles of how he was never allowed to have any fun lately, not with Daryl around.

When the group had made it far enough away from them that Daryl felt comfortable turning his back to them, he did so hesitantly, and made a show of putting a great distance between the two of you. He didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable with him standing so close to you, he never wanted anyone to compare him to Merle in any way. You noticed the way he noticed the cigarette smoke swirling around his face when he exhaled and he tried to quickly put it out without you noticing.

He didn’t say anything to you, not while you quickly put the rest of your things into your back seat and slammed the door shut, not when he watched you carefully as you opted to leave your cart in the cart return about eight spaces over instead of taking it back to the front of the store like you normally did. He didn’t say a word to you until you closed your door and a small squeal followed the start up of your car. You jumped when his knuckles tapped lightly on the window.

“I can fix that belt for’ya.” He said cautiously through the inch opening you allowed him. He wasn’t hovering and he wasn’t getting too close to the window. He actually took another step back. You didn’t say anything to him in response, just shook your head, and he took the ‘no’ for what it was and stepped back far enough to let you pull away quickly.

And you thought about that for days. You thought about the way he stepped in for you, to help you, and wondered more than anything why he would.

The shop stayed quiet for a while too. You still felt your shoulders tense in the evenings, wondering if the bell above the door was that whole crew wandering in to cause trouble. You tried not to look up whenever you heard it, because if it were them, eye contact was a sure fire way for them to harass you until you left. It took another couple weeks before your peace was disturbed again.

“Mind if I talk to’er?” You barely heard him ask over the sound of the headphone in your left ear. You looked up slowly, noticing Daryl, alone, by the front door with his hands twisted into each other and barely stepping too far in. Your brow crinkled in confusion at him asking permission to talk to…you? It didn’t make sense. When he got the go ahead, he slowly approached you in your corner, where you took very well to bringing in another few large plants to build yourself a wall away from everyone else. He stopped a couple feet short and you paused your music.

And then there was a long, long pause of silence as he tried to figure out what he was going to say, or why he even stopped in to see you in the first place. He couldn’t help but sweep his eyes over the papers on your desk, the drawings scattered around as if the second you finished one, you began another. There was a whole mess of flowers and animals but Daryl’s eye caught on one that was mostly covered and forgotten. He could only see a wing peeking out, and he reached out slowly to pull it out. As much as you wanted to snatch the paper back from him, you let him stare at it for a while before speaking.

“What? You came for a tattoo?” You asked with humor. He frowned deeply at your question, knowing that the answer was no. He came by to apologize for Merle and the way he treated you that night, and for the way he probably treated you before that, and for Merle’s general existence. Daryl knew that his brother was… a lot to deal with, and he didn’t wish it on anyone. The answer was no, he didn’t come for a tattoo, he didn’t need one. Didn’t have the money for one.

“Sure.”

The surprised look on your face had Daryl almost smiling. Almost. But he wanted to keep his face neutral, he didn’t want you to look at him the way you looked at Merle, or his friends. You looked at them with an apprehensive fear, a fear that they were unpredictable and could cause you harm if you weren’t careful.

Daryl didn’t know you, hadn’t known of you until Merle dragged him into the shop that evening after he decided to get high and Daryl felt the need to make sure he didn’t get himself in any trouble, which they both had found later in the evening in the blinding red and blue lights and blood running from Daryl’s nose and knuckles. He thought you were tough with the way that you told Merle to fuck off without hesitation, then he thought you a fool for walking out in the night by yourself. He knew the people that lurked under the dark awnings of shuttered up businesses, he knew them well, and the worry he sat with far surpassed the annoyance he felt with Merle as he started to get messy in his stupor. He felt the same kind of worry for you when he noticed you walking out of that grocery store and the way they had all made a beeline towards you. He knew they were stupid and reckless and had little care for anyone else’s comfort. Daryl wanted to believe that Merle wasn’t going to hurt you, or push you too far, but he also knew his brother and decided that his rightful place was between you and Merle, making sure that Merle knew he had no place there at all.

Daryl got caught up in the uneasiness of your movements after that, in the way your keys shook a little harder as you tried to cram them into your ignition, the way you jumped sharply when his own knuckles gently tapped on your window. He didn’t know what he expected, he just knew that he didn’t like it. He didn’t like the way you reacted to him, like he scared you, too. And he thought about it the rest of the night, and the next night, and the night after that. He thought about it enough that he found himself standing on the corner a block south and across the street from the tattoo shop. He’d smoke through a half pack of cigarettes and keep an eye out for anyone shady walking in the front door.

Daryl knew you weren’t alone inside, he knew that most people in town wouldn’t even dare mess with your mentor, on account of his past decisions to physically throw patrons out the front door into the street for disrespecting his staff. But Daryl still felt the need to watch the door for you. To make sure you didn’t feel like you had no safety. And on this night, he decided to walk in.

“Really?” You asked him, your voice a little higher than normal. You’d gotten to tattoo a few people by now, finding them to be understanding with you being new to tattooing, agreeable with the lower pricing, and friendlier than you’d expected. But this one almost felt like a trap, like if you let him sit for one, then you’d owe him something in return.

“Ya don’ have’ta if ya don’ wanna.” He mumbled, now unsure if he should’ve even come in tonight. How would you have possibly known that he came in as a friendly, as one of the few people in town that even knew your name.

But you found yourself swiping the papers across your desk into a messy stack off to the side and opening a few drawers while pulling out supplies. He felt his fingers grip the paper he still held a little harder at the sight of the packaged needles being laid out.

He knew it was silly to be worried about the pain of the needles since pain was all he really knew lately.

Daryl let you tug the paper out of his hands and prepare a stencil anyway.

“I ain’t got money, not enough a’least.” He said quietly. He didn’t want to wait until you were finished to remember that reaching into his pocket would only result in a few crumpled ones and fives that he’d snuck out of vehicles that he’d worked on at the shop in desperation because he was hungry. “I jus’ came to apologize.”

“Apologize for what?” You asked, now very confused. Daryl hadn’t done anything worth apologizing for, the only time he was close enough to warrant words before now he was helping you. If anything, you should’ve thanked him for helping you get out of the parking lot that night.

“Merle.”

He said it simply, and bashfully, knowing that he always felt the need to follow in his brother’s messy trail of destruction and clean up after him. He hadn’t expected you to laugh, though. You laughed as you slid on your black gloves, and laughed again as you took a step towards him that he hadn’t anticipated. He wasn’t ready, wasn’t prepared for you to come so close, and he took a big step back. It silenced your laughter quickly and you held your hands up slowly.

“Where do you want it?” You asked him in a quiet voice, afraid that if you spoke any louder, he’d turn around and high-tail it out of there. The design seemed larger as a stencil than it did on the paper and he knew where he would put it, but he also knew that it would be more revealing to you than he wanted to be. But he mumbled about his right shoulder to you and you waited patiently, for almost two minutes, before he got brave enough to start pulling his shirt over his head. He was skinny, and his shoulders boasted deep tan lines from his time in the sun. You could see that he was cautious when dropping his arms fully to his side, and the amount of hesitation he held in turning around for you.

Daryl hadn’t let anyone see him like this, didn’t plan to let anyone see him like this, but under the pink glow of a neon heart light you kept lit in your corner, and the way the light sparkled off the apples of your cheeks, he turned his back to you. And he didn’t miss the way you deeply exhaled at this sight of his scars; he expected it.

What he didn’t expect was how you walked him through everywhere you planned to touch him, and the moment just before you did. The pressure of the stencil, the encouragement from your hand around his bicep to pull him towards a mirror to make sure he liked the placement. He wasn’t used to how gentle you were with him when you got close into his space on your stool, finding a position that was comfortable for the both of you to be in. He couldn’t describe the way he felt when the needle started in on his skin mixed with the way your hands wiped away the excess ink and blood with such gentle care he hadn’t seen before. It was the moment he knew that he needed to protect you, even if you were repulsed by him, because no one had ever shown him such kindness and care. He wasn’t sure if his head felt fuzzy and a little dizzy at the pain or if it was because you’d ask him if he was okay every few minutes and offer him a break if he needed it. You offered him a bottle of water from the fridge and even a pack of crackers you kept in your purse that you always ate on your drive home.

He knew then that his soul needed yours.

A few days after you had tattooed Daryl in near silence, and declined the crumpled bills he tried to pull from his pants pocket, you saw him again. He didn't come into the shop. You didn't notice him until you pulled away from the curb and about to turn left down the next street when you saw a puff of smoke and a small orange light fall to the ground and get crushed beneath a boot. It was Daryl, and he tried to be subtle in the way he watched your car drive away, but you noticed. You noticed and you wondered if he was standing there long, if he was waiting for you, and if maybe he was the reason Merle hadn't been by in a long while.

You'd peak out the front window whenever you worked late in the shop to see if he was there, and most times he was. He'd just stand there, still as a statue, until you'd leave for the night and in your rear view mirror, he'd be walking in the opposite direction you were driving until disappearing down an alley.

It took nearly two weeks for you to decide not to get into your car, but instead cross the street and head in his direction instead. He followed the same routine of putting out his cigarette but stood there and waited for you to get closer. He couldn’t help but be surprised that you decided to approach him, he knew that you’d see him whenever you left, but he never imagined that you would feel safe enough to approach him on the cracked sidewalk under the broken street light. Daryl grew a little worried the closer you got, he had the quickest thought pop up that you may think he’s a creep, and a stalker, and you may be walking up to him right now to lay into him to leave you the hell alone.

“Wanna get some food?” You asked quickly, afraid of what he was going to say to you and if he thought you were weird.

You watched as a confused smile grew across his face. He hadn’t expected it, but then again, he hadn’t expected you, either.

“With me?”

And you nodded your head easily, and then like the fever dream he could’ve sworn it was, he found himself perched on the hood of your car, eating a burger from the only fast food joint that was still open in town as you sucked down a milkshake. He listened to you talk about whatever you wanted; your family, the hole in the toe of your shoe, which stars you could name even if neither of you could see them under the steady haze of light pollution.

That’s when he knew he was a goner.

After that evening, he was invited inside. You peeked your head out the door and waved him in. He was worried at first that you needed help, so he hurried. When he pulled the door open, he was met with nothing but peace and calm and warm air. You motioned for him to hop up onto your table, where he envisioned you strapping him down and tattooing him against his will, but it was just to give him a decent place to spend his time. And it became the norm, where he’d walk in and head straight back to your corner, often bringing food or a drink or a little trinket or the time he brought you a pack of AA batteries for your wall clock that died. Nights turned to quick weeks, and Daryl hadn't felt more at home.

By the time Christmas rolled around, he couldn't afford much of anything. He was making crap money and he felt you deserved so much more than he could give you, especially when you handed him a large gift bag from your back seat three days before Christmas. Daryl hadn't expected it to be awkwardly heavy and he stared at the green tissue paper that peeked from the top for an extra long minute before placing it on the ground. He crouched down on the sidewalk, not sure how he was supposed to react as he opened it. What if he didn't seem excited or grateful enough? He wasn't concerned with what was actually in the bag; it could be heinous and terribly ugly and absolutely useless, but he wouldn't care. He didn't take the fact that you went out of your way thinking about him for advantage. He braved a quick glance up at your expectant face before he dug his hands in. He knew the feeling before he pulled it out, and he couldn't help the smile he let out.

Seeing Daryl pull the vest out of the bag had you wrapping your arms around your middle a little self consciously. You weren't sure what he'd make of it. The reason for buying it made so much sense; a set of wings to match the ones you etched into his skin. You were worried it would seem like too much. He spread the black leather vest flat over his thighs as he stayed crouched on the ground and stared at the large, bright white angel wings stitched onto the back. His fingers toyed with the edges of the patches for a while.

"If you don't like it, I can return it, Daryl." You offered quietly, trying to remember where you had put the receipt.

"Nah, it's…" He said, but then stopped. He wasn't sure how to describe the way he was feeling. Elated and appreciated and lucky, to name a few. It was the moment he regretted not having anything for you. "I didn' get you nothin'."

His voice was quiet and you had to strain to hear him. He made sure the vest was secure in his hands before he stood back up, his shoulders hunched forward a little as he kept his eyes on the black stitching across the wings. It was easily the nicest piece of clothing he owned and he didn't take that for granted. You had done that for him and he couldn't wrap his head around that too easily. But something in his brain just… clicked.

He stepped forward so fast you hadn't anticipated it, his hands a little too clumsy and rushed as he reached out to take hold of your arms and he quickly covered your lips with his own. It was brief and harsh and he had no idea what he was doing. He didn't know how to kiss you right, but, if you'd let him, he'd spend the rest of his time doing everything right for you.

And you did let him.

You let him try your first kiss again after his nerves jumbled the first. And try it again after that just because you knew he wanted to.

The gentle kisses and soft touches became a norm, still accompanied by his overprotective need to make sure you make it home okay and that none of the shitbags in town even dare to bother you again. Daryl's run-ins with Merle grew more aggressive, the threats more genuine, especially when Merle learned that you had given Daryl a chance and not him. Merle couldn't understand why someone like you would shack up with his brother. A childish jab at you being "deaf, blind, and dumb" had Daryl breaking Merle's nose right in front of his juvenile group of friends in an instant.

As more time passed, Daryl kept more and more distance from Merle. Daryl took the loss of a place to crash, and false sense of safety of the streets with him, as an opening to get closer to you. He needed a couch; he needed a roof and food and warmth and love, and you had all of that ready for him before he even asked.

The calendar you kept posted on your fridge gained a significant amount of Daryl's jagged lettering, with his work schedule mingling with yours, small notes scrawled along the edges of the paper reminding you to be safe, and you reminding him to eat.

The transition between wanting to be with you and being with you was a taxing time for Daryl. He was concerned that everything he did, every move he'd make, would be wrong. He was still stuck in the knowledge that you let him kiss you whenever he wanted to, you chose to share meals with him, and your free time, too. It made him anxious, and he worried constantly about fucking it all up. He still couldn't get over the feeling of you plastering yourself into his side on the couch to watch TV and then falling asleep very shortly after. Your cheek would rest on his shoulder, his arm would be around your back with his hand having a firm grip on your hip, and your legs thrown over his. It became an almost nightly ritual that he grew to hope for, but was always too worried to ask you for your attention.

Daryl hadn't expected to tell you he loved you the way he did. He never imagined he'd make it this far with you, let alone sharing meals, and blankets, and some of the most honest, heart-clenching conversations he'd ever dared to have.

"We should get married." He mumbled one evening, his eyes glued to the sharp lines of the stars that littered the space around your wrist and onto your hand, your left hand with a fourth finger that seemed terribly bare as far as Daryl was concerned. It wasn't something he had wanted before, nor something he allowed himself to dream of. He hadn't even meant to say it out loud, because at this point, he hadn't even told you he loved you yet. He was still coasting on touches and sweet, safe words and relying on actions to hopefully say the things that the lump in his throat wouldn't allow him to yet.

But this…this came out so easily. So fast and clear and as truthful as Daryl could be.

You snapped your head up to him quickly, eyes wide and a little hazy from the sleep you were just about to slip into. You thought you didn't hear him right, that you were having an in-between dream. But you weren't, and his words sat there waiting for you to react. You were sure that you looked alarmed, especially with the way he began to pull his arm off of you in an attempt to put space between you.

"Daryl-" You said gently, reaching out to grab his arm. The blanket that you had rested over your feet slid to the ground into a heap. Daryl still tried to move away.

"M'sorry, I… tha's not what I meant." He said, dropping his head into his hands and allowing his thumbs to press into his temples a little too hard.

"It's not?" You asked, your voice almost too hard for him to hear. He didn't miss the way you almost sounded disappointed.

"Ya ain't known me tha'long." He ground out, looking for any reason to fix what he'd said. "I ain't… yer too… I don't now, I ain't no good for ya." His shoulders sagged in defeat with the way that intrusive thought kept coming back to him as frequently as it possibly could. He didn't dare look at you.

"No, Daryl. No." Your voice was firm, almost sounding mad, as your grip on his arm tightened. You were afraid that this would be the beginning of him pulling away from you.

When he looked at you, he wished he hadn't. Your eyes seemed bigger and sadder and he wanted to kick himself. He knew he was fucking everything up.

"It's not tha' I didn' mean it." He started slowly, his voice gravely as he tried to get the jumbled thoughts together. "It's just…the timin' ain't right, is it? I can't give ya nothin'... no ring, no home, no fancy dates or a big wedding. I don't have shit and you don' deserve that."

"It doesn't matter, Daryl."

And he felt himself growing frustrated because it did matter to him. He offered you no opportunity, no safety net, no stability. He was less than half a man and he knew it.

"If you ask me again, I'll say yes, Daryl. I would've said yes the first time, too." You said, now sitting up straight and letting go of his arm. You could see him starting to retreat into himself, both physically and mentally, and you knew he needed a moment. You were gonna give it to him. You forced yourself to stand up slowly, before crouching down in front of him. He had his head dropped back into his hands, his eyes keeping good guard from your gaze. You leaned forward and placed a kiss on his head, made sure that he heard your very clear 'I love you', and stood again.

When you stepped out of the room, Daryl tried to take a deep breath but his lungs wouldn't fill. He wanted to scream and break something. He'd never been so close to something he wanted so bad. You had opened the door for him as wide as you could and he felt so stupid for not walking through it already. Minutes had passed, and it was too long. The laughter coming from the television was so misplaced it hurt.

When he heard your footsteps slowly walking around from the direction of the bedroom, he finally found the courage to fly to his feet and make his way quickly to you. There was no reason for him to put it off, put you off, and to put off the things that he wants the way he usually does.

“It is what I meant.” He said when he stepped into the room where you had taken to slowly folding and putting away laundry. You seemed calm and content and Daryl would’ve been confused if he didn’t know that you knew him better than he knew himself. You knew that one way or another, he’d come to you when he was ready to talk. You half expected him to come in and apologize quickly, want to move on from the unexpected conversation you’d found yourself in, and bury it for a while. You hadn’t expected him to say that, or to get as close to you as he could, to grab the clothes from your hands and chuck them on the basket across the room, or to grab your face and pull you into him so firmly. The kiss was everything he needed to tell you how he felt about you, because he knew that words would fail him. He wished he knew how to tell you that he belonged to you in every way possible, and he would sell his soul to spend his life with you. Though, he suspected you already knew.

He couldn’t miss the way you slipped a steady and confident ‘yes’ in between kisses, answering the question that still hung in the air around you. He meant it, and so did you, It made him want to cry and scream to release the pent up excitement that bubbled up so quickly in his chest, an excitement he’d never felt before. You’d just agreed to spend your life with him like it was a casual conversation on a wednesday night about the outcome of a football game, like it was an everyday thing, normal and factual.

“So, what? Did you get married before the world ended?” The boy asked, finally capping his markers and leaning back to admire his work. You had always intended to go back and get the flowers colored in; you wanted oranges and pinks with small bits of green- but the empty lines offered you, and the kids, and sometimes Daryl, a chance to turn them into whatever they wanted.

“Oh, yeah,” You said quickly, your eyes finding Daryl’s again. “Like three days after that.”

“Three days?” The boy said with a look of shock on his face. “Doesn’t that stuff take a long time to plan or something? My sister used to watch those dumb shows on TV where the people tried on thirty dresses alone!”

“No,” you laughed, wondering what your wedding dress would’ve looked like had you had one. “I didn’t have a fancy dress like that. Just pulled a blue one out of my closet while Daryl waited for me to hurry up and pick something.”

You saw Daryl get up from his place on top of the picnic table across the way and start to make his way over to you. His face had grown tired, his features harder and stressed. You wished that things could go back to the way they were, in your shitty apartment with Daryl fixing the kitchen sink plumbing because you knew your landlord wouldn’t even bother. To both of your shoes chucked haphazardly to the side by the front door, telling anyone that came in that you were both there, lived together, belonged together, took on the world together in that small, worthless town. You hoped that one day, a hope that was beyond misplaced in the death and destruction that the world only knew now, that one day he could rest and breathe deeply and find a happy that he always deserved- one that you planned to give him for better or for worse. You just hadn’t expected the world to turn to the worse so quickly.

“Do you wish you had a fancy dress?” The boy asked a little quieter, his eyes catching onto Daryl’s approaching figure, still intimidated by him no matter how many times you’d tried to tell people that he was just a big softie.

Daryl’s left hand was reaching out to you in an instant, waiting for you to latch onto him so he could whisk you away into privacy where he could let you sit on his lap, back pressed into his chest as his face rested in your hair, and whisper into your ear how much he loved you over and over. He was never possessive before, he never wanted you to feel trapped with him. But now, when you were away from him for too long, he’d start to panic, his mind would race, and he’d fixate on you until he knew you were safe and alive and in one piece.

Your eyes caught the smudge of black ink on his ring finger, a smudge of initials that complimented your own smudge, and you couldn’t help but smile. After leaving the courthouse that day, Daryl wished he could’ve given you a ring. He hadn’t said that since the night of his jumbled, sudden proposal, but you knew it in the way that he spent the first week of being married to you playing with the empty space on your finger and glancing at it every now and then. You were sure he had a plan to get you one, one that involved working a lot of overtime, and odd side jobs to save up some extra money for one. Watching him get so stuck in his head about it had you rolling your eyes one evening and digging your tattoo machine out of your bag. You pulled him over to the small table crammed into the corner of the kitchen and got the space ready the way you would at the shop. He asked what you were doing a couple times, and though you didn’t answer, he quickly found out when the loud buzzing filled the small apartment and he watched in disbelief as you permanently scratched his initials onto your finger. When you held up your hand for him to see, you could see that his eyes were glassy and his neck was turning red and he didn’t hesitate to rest his hand out close to you, asking for the same thing. Something so permanent and unmistakable. Something that he’d look at every single day and think of you, and to know that you, too, would be thinking about him every day, even if bits of the ink fell out from hand washing or got blown out from sun exposure, you were still his.

“Nah, no fancy dresses for me.” You pretended to gag, which made them both laugh, as you let Daryl pull you to your feet. You waved to the boy as Daryl pulled you with him.

“I dunno,” Daryl mumbled once the two of you reached the door of the guard tower. He pulled it open for you, and looked you up and down before his eyes settled on yours, “Tha’ blue one seemed pretty fancy.”

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insideliascrazyhead · 11 months

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Oya High Headcanons 2

Fujio:

-has no secrets from his mom whatsoever Miki Hanaoka knows everything.

-when one doesn´t show up to Oya High he searches them and „stumbles into them“ to check on them

-cookie dough lover

-totally a roses kinda guy

-has a sneaky tattoo hidden somewhere

-unintentionally hilarious

-himbo energy in the sweetest way possible

-sucker for the worst sugary sweet romance movies

-future barkeeper in the making

-can´t handle horror movies

-would totally be a unintentional insta model

-so sweet as if sugar is a damn person and you wait for the red flag but there ain´t one red flag

-is totally a happy crier

-heavily encourages in them showing up at Oya High even on vaccation-drops into the other schools for visits whenever he feels like it after he force adopted them into his found family and behaves like he lives there and no one would kick him out anyways

-befriends every adorable animal out there and names them too

Tsukasa:

-petty revenge kinda guy

-ice cream enthusiast

-he and Yasushi have some petty shit that happened in their childhood or early teens and that´s why they have that kinda relationship with each other

-they also lived nearest to each other and through thin walls,Tsukasa learned a lot about Yasushi that the other doesn´t want anyone to know with his shitty homelife so he treats Tsukasa the way he does to keep him at distance

-manga enthusiast

-wants to travel the world

-now deadly afraid of heights

-probably plays the piano

-is a great cook but to lazy to do so

-will have a self discovering phase latest point in university

-will one day punch Amagai straight to the face when he least expects it and call him a dickhead

-fanfic reader

Yasushi:

-adrenaline junkie

-will get back up in each fight unless unconciouss.breaks his ribs?!Oi Tsukasa!How many ribs does a human have?!12!Great 11 more to go then.

-rather dies than speak about his emotional state which resambles a dumbster that´s on fire and someone stored fireworks in said dumbster

-he will get a shit ton of tattoos,piercings when he´s older

-Yasushi would be a tattoo artist,piercer or anything in body modification where he get´s paid to create pain in the future

-this man is the definition getting a hug and will exclaim what is that?!affection.Ew disgusting!Do it again.But Kiyoshi only and selected people only.

-crazily forgetfull,Kiyoshi at 2 am at some grocery store?forgotten. No ones able to reach him?His phone´s lying in the fridge or in a fruit bowel.UNDER the fruits.No idea how it got there.

-shoul´ve been a leash kit but wasn´t

-says he has no fear but actually just doesn´t stop and think if fear would be reasonable right now

-Hyuga would upon meeting yasushi try to adopt him.

-bites people for sure until it draws blood

-so heavily codependant on Kiyoshi that his biggest fear is Kiyoshi getting sick of him and leaving him

-when he´s angry he crashes a whole ass room

-will go to jail for a short time eventually

-i also believe his headinjury left some kinda damadge

-highest metabolism seen to mankind

-uses Playboy deodorant and parfum each and every day and randomly mixxes them

-hates kids

-wanted to be a rockstar once

Kiyoshi:

-wearing colorful hawaii shirts on a regualr base in whatever occasion because he literally own nothing else then those.

-probably uses Axe body spray not gonna lie

-mommy issues

-Yasushi is the number one test object for any future beautician shit he´s gotta learn

-he and Yasushi drunkenly made out once

-horrible dancer,broke someones nose during dancing once

-loves electro music where Yasushi complains that he would only hear the rythm in that shit when he pops a few colorful pills which also clashes badly with Yasushis love for death metal

-when Yasushi had his head injury,Kiyoshi woke him up religiously to check on him,and first Yasushi thought it´s hilarious then threatened to knock Kiyoshi out later on what still didn´t stop him.

-he and Yasushi behave domestic as fuck outside of Oya but in their own crazy way they´re gonna live together one day for sure

-once colored Yasushi´s hair accidentally neon green instead of blonde

-mega petty prank wars with Yasushi

-faints at the sight of needles

Todoroki:

-encourages heavily in revenge.always get your revenge kids.

-still collects photographs occasionally of his victims

-camping trips to fish with Odajima

-has a feral inner chaos gremlin he let´s out in form of instigating little petty fights around Oya

-petty as fuck and he forgives but never forgets -mint chochlate chip ice cream enthusiast

-hella protective of Shibaman and Tsuji not that he´s gonna tell anyone oh and now he threw Odajima into the mix too.

-speaks at least 3 languages

-kinda rich

Shibaman:

-Shibaman´s sister adopted Tsuji by now and Todoroki adopted her

-his sister?Just like Fujio´s mom knows everything about everyone and otherwise

-he rants to her when they cook together

-absent parents

-his sister is crazily overprotective and he needed to stop her from „teaching that Amagai brat manners of respect in fighting“

-she also normally patches him and Tsuji up after fights

-he and Tsuji normally stay at Shibamans

-future nightclub owner Haitani style

-not nearly as grumpy as he seems,instead he gives kinda cinnamon roll vibes

Tsuji:

-festival and concert lover,where he obviously with goes with Shibaman

-their and the Yasu-kiyo faction are not allowed to accept dares cause no idea of personal safety and well being

-future DJ in Shibaman´s nightclub

-crazy chaotic

-the grumpy one out of the two of them instead

-they´re also hella protective over Todoroki and each other

Nakaoka:

-doesn´t like instects at all and screams if they land on him

-loves fast and tuned cars

-doodles everywhere

-loves comedy

-doesn´t like kids

-can´t handle spices whatsoever

Nakagoshi:

-pranksters

-likes to paint

-into books and poetry

-loves extra spicey food

-playboy and everyone wants to know why he is so great with chicks

-it´s because he treats them like humans and not aliens

-can play the guitar

Jamuo:

-will be a comic artist or in video game design -he can fight decently -hella proud of bitch slapping Yasushi

-literally lives of caffeine

-contains a little feral gremlin energy

-probably read some psychology books

-still flinches whenever he´s alone with Yasushi and he´s well...Yasushi

-sleeps with a knife under his pillow

-so sarcastic it physically hurts

-gonna be married first

#high and low #high and low the worst #high and low headcanons #oya high #headcanons #oya kou #hanaoka fujio #tsukasa takajo #jamuo #todoroki yosuke #shibaman #tsuji #nakaoka #nakagoshi #nishikawa yasushi #kiyoshi

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sgtmickeyslaughter · 20 days

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✨Tag Game Wednesday ✨

hi @energievie and @jrooc

Name: gigi

What is the most listened to artist in your music app of choice this month? chappell roan yall already knew

What song do you know all the lyrics to? A lot of songs honestly, i use songs to memorize things bc anything set to music embeds itself so deep in my brain - but my go to dark horse karaoke song is

What song do you pretend to know all the lyrics to and sing along to even though you don't?

bc its so catchy but i do not speak german but boy do i think i can when this comes on

or anything from kate bush bc i love her but idk what the hell she’s saying

If you were to be crowned Queen/King/Royalty of listening to a band or artist, who would that be?

honestly this one is too tough, however if it was still 2016 the answer would unequivocally be lana del rey and i don’t want to hear a thing about it

What band/artist surprises you the most on your frequently listened to artists?

sometimes when i write or work i listen to hours and hours of lofi playlists so whenever a song from that sneaks on to my spotify stats im always very confused

Favourite line from a song (or one you have been thinking about lately?

I think these lyrics are very clever and poignant

Guilty pleasure band or song?

college drop out/ graduation and grimes 😬 i don’t think i listen to any bad/cringe music but some artists are pretty shit people

Okay let's talk fandom music:

Fave band or song you've discovered from a Fan Fic?

years and years and years ago i listened to sufjan stevens for the first time bc of a destiel fic

Fave Fanfic Playlist?

I’ll be honest i can’t really think of one, but i have one for myself since all my fics are named after songs, its linked here but hopefully it will grow a little

Fave Gallavich song?

pink and white was insane work for the prison reunion scene but at last brought the wedding to another level of grace and i loved that pick

Do you listen to music recommended by the writer or an included playlist?

sometimes! i try really really hard to but it’s difficult to travel to a secondary internet location for a fic playlist

What song do you think is Gallavich coded?

*sigh*

What’s a bop you want to share with your mutuals today?

I listen to a lot of older gen hip hop on my ride home from work bc it helps me feel relaxed so i’ll leave you with that

i was also tagged for the 5 songs from your favorite playlists game, so ill drop those as well

and the last one is bam bam by sister nancy but tumblr has an audio limit

tagging @iansw0rld @lingy910y @creepkinginc @doshiart @mmmichyyy @mickeym4ndy @em-harlsnow @mickittotheman @mickeysgaymom @softmick @spookygingerr @atthedugouts @deathclassic @solitarycreaturesthey @hazeisblue @blue-disco-lights @metalheadmickey

#Spotify #sgtsays #tag game

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pileontheyears · 1 month

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hi jeanie!! i was wondering if u had any thoughts on what the quarry counselors' favorite nintendo franchises might me?

-cas @chrashley :)

Hi Cas! 🥰 Ooh I love this question! I tried to stick with games I’m familiar with but there's a couple I've never played myself. That being said I'd be interested to hear what other's think in case I missed anything 👀

Abi - Animal Crossing, she enjoys more cozy games and it would bring out her artistic side, creating her own clothes and decorating her house/town/island. She doesn’t do anything extravagant but she plays a fair amount, she enjoys bug catching and visiting her favorite neighbors with gifts.

Dylan - The Legend of Zelda, nice mix of puzzles, action, and music depending on the game. He gets really into the new mechanics in BOTW and TOTK, going from creating really intricate mechanics to designing dick shaped machines. Perhaps projecting but I’d say he’d have a soft spot for Twilight Princess (you can hold and talk to cats!)

Kaitlyn - Splatoon, the shooter of the Nintendo franchises. She meticulously goes through all the weapons in order to pick the best one depending on specials and sub weapons (she strikes me as a sniper). She also loves the idols and music and designing her squid with all the fresh fashion choices. She definitely makes it to ruler rank whenever she participates in Splatfests (and claims bullshit if her team loses).

Ryan - Pokemon, perhaps inspired by Justice being in Detective Pikachu, but as an aspiring animator he’d be interested in all the different Pokemon designs. When Ryan builds his team he gets really attached to them. He’d never attempt a nuzlocke, he’s sticking with his whole team til the end. He of course loves the ghost types, but I think he’d also have something like Loudred or Golbat, something audio/sound related. He definitely plays a lot with Sarah.

Emma - Metroid, Emma is resourceful, working well under pressure and able to adapt to situations quickly, so when she takes the controller for Metroid she effortlessly switches from platforming to shooting, completely tearing the alien enemies to shreds. She loves Samus and probably got into the series for the leading lady. One of her favorite elements is the morph ball, but the arm canon might have it beat.

Jacob - WarioWare, while a more competitive game may seem like Jacob’s first choice I think if he had to choose a favorite he’d prefer the quick micro games that WarioWare has to offer. It’s fun, fast, no time to think just DO. He also really enjoys the zany humor and eccentric characters. It’s also a plus to play with others and can somehow still turn competitive, especially when playing with Nick.

Nick - Pikmin, Nick likes to go with the flow so he'd like something less fast paced but still something with some strategy. I think he'd find assigning Pikmin with their different abilities to various tasks satisfying. Since he also loves nature he'd enjoy the exploration element, as well. And really he just thinks the Pikmin are cute.

Laura - Animal Crossing, since she’s interested in veterinary science she’d probably enjoy the animal characters, Max most likely introduces her to the game for that reason. However, unlike Abi she plays it more seriously. She has to complete every task, pop every balloon, and fill the entire museum with every collectible. She has to stop playing when it cuts time into her personal productivity. She has a 5 star island.

Max - Yoshi, Max is definitely not a competitive player, he plays games that are more chill. He enjoys the straightforward mechanics of swallow enemies, throw eggs/yarn, with nothing too punishable or frustrating like with other tenser games. The vibrant, colorful world definitely doesn’t hurt with all the cute smiling flowers, shy guys on stilts, and most importantly: Poochy.

All the counselors love Mario Party and Mario Kart, some less so than others as the game progresses and they continue to lose (Jacob).

#the quarry #abigail blyg #dylan lenivy #kaitlyn ka #ryan erzahler #emma mountebank #jacob custos #nick furcillo #laura kearney #max brinly #almost gave nick star fox or donkey kong #emma was gonna be princess peach showtime but metroid kept calling to me #abi also gives me kirby vibes

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bingoboingobongo · 1 year

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task force 141 + christmas songs

Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John "Soap" MacTavish, John Price, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

Type: Fluff, headcanons

Warnings: explicit language

A/N: the order is kinda whack i wrote these as i thought of them. also i have two tests tmmrw halp

ghost:

yes ghost's favorite christmas song is last christmas by wham! it's been confirmed

i mean can you blame him?

to ghost, it's everything he loves about music mixed with a christmas song he can relate to (sort of)

he likes the sort of mellow but still peppy nature of the song (especially compared to artists like mariah carey who he thinks is too peppy and michael buble who he thinks is too mellow)

it's the sorta song you can absent-mindedly sing to while you're working which he enjoys

plus the drums and the cymbals (?) really get him in the festive mood

whenever he listens to it he'll tap his foot/nod to the rhythm or lipsync under the mask (another benefit of keeping his face covered)

ofc your chances of seeing him do this in front of the team are slim to none

but when he's alone (either with you or just in his room or smthing) he'll pull out a little shimmy when the song starts getting good

he also likes the sort of sad undertone to the lyrics

he feels like it adds depth and makes it relatable

kyle "gaz" garrick:

alright hear me out on this one because i actually really love this hc

so first, i can totally see gaz being a fan of tyler, the creator when he was younger, but then being less invested as he grew up

but he went to see the grinch (2018) in theaters on christmas day with his family and that was when he first heard the song

off topic but i also hc that gaz has a younger sister and brother

and they're like considerably younger, like they're children

idk what his canon family situation is like but idc bc this is what's canon now bc i said so

so yeah that's why they went to watch the movie

and i mean what's not to love about this song

he really likes the rap/hip hop twist on a classic christmas song

and let's be real the whole soundtrack slaps like gaz was definitely listening to it on repeat for the entire holiday season that year

when gaz hears this song he definitely starts grooving, clapping, singing along

i mean it's not like he has a choice the song is actually so good i love it so much

like he's just so in love with the way tyler, the creator was able to reinvent an old song and give it such a good beat and like completely change up the cadence but still make it sound good

and yes he lives for the ending scream

rodolfo "rudy" parra:

guys i mean this is just fact atp

and don't say that this isn't a christmas song because that is rudy's biggest pet peeve and he will fight you about it

because according to him it came out during the holiday season and it's a movie with amazing visuals of snow and winter and the main character literally has ice powers so therefore it's a winter movie

sometimes the rest of the team will try and come up with other movie soundtracks that would therefore qualify as christmas music according to his standards

this always pisses rudy off and he'll insist it's different

i think the best part is that rudy watched frozen 2 by himself

i mean he was a big fan of frozen he wanted to see the sequel can u blame him

in his opinion the plot was a little weaker than the first but the soundtrack gave the original a serious run for it's money

and of course before this came out his favorite christmas song was let it go (and yes he also got mad when people said it wasn't a christmas song)

he likes the panic! at the disco version over the idina menzel version because he says it makes him feel more seen

nobody really knows what he means by that

you guys just assume it's because it's a male singer

rudy will also sing this song out loud any chance he gets

he's a decent singer don't get me wrong but that song's got some high notes rudy just can't hit

he swears that one time he was able to hit every single one but he was alone when it happened

usually though he can hit a solid majority (and he always geeks out when he does)

and yes, he will insist on watching frozen and frozen 2 during the holiday season and yes he will sing during every song

john "soap" mactavish:

honestly same, soap, same

soap's a firm believer that not only is this song the best christmas song out there, it should be the face of christmas instead of mariah carey's all i want for christmas is you

people have tried pointing out that all i want for christmas is you isn't necessarily the face of christmas but he insists it is and insists that title is undeserved

he says he hates it because it's overplayed but everyone else is 99% sure there's something more

your theory is that one of his exes really liked all i want for christmas is you and then it ruined the song for him

but now onto sleigh ride

soap believes it's the epitome of everything christmas

it's festive, it's peppy, it's got great vocals

he really likes the instrumentals and it's honestly his favorite part

the snaps, the piano, the flute/whistling, the trumpets (?)

whatever it is he's in love and he thinks that it really just sells the cheeriness of christmas

he also lives for the 'ring-a-ling-a-ling-a-ding-dong-dings"

he will sing those out loud all day any day

he also tries to do mariah carey's whistle notes every time and not once has he ever gotten it

beyond that he also just sucks at singing

but honestly he just seems so happy singing that it sorta cancels out the way he's making everyone's ears bleed

he also does a little head wiggle and shimmy combo to dance to this song

and he does that little like dance and point at the parts of the song right before the beat "drops"

john price

alright so the first time he listened to this song was after christmas one year when his nephew said he wasn't cool

so he figured this song would make him cool

the efficacy of that tactic is still being debated

i mean don't get me wrong pentatonix fucking slaps

but also the acapella version of anything is not a very orthodox way of making yourself cool

needless to say his nephew was not impressed when the next christmas came around

price doesn't care though because he actually fell in love with the song after listening to it for so long

he's very much in awe of the way all their voices can come together and make it sound there's actually instruments and stuff

like he will rave about it for so long whenever the song comes on

whenever it plays he sings along but he doesn't try and beat box

that's bc one time he did that in front of gaz and laswell and gaz had to leave the room while laswell stared at him in shock

it's been his secret life mission to get insanely good at beatboxing and then show them someday ever since then

progress is not going well

also you can bet he has this song memorized to the tee

and yes he'll chastise people if they put the wrong gift to the wrong day

unlike his beatboxing, price's singing is actually pretty good so at least it gives the team something nice to listen to

alejandro vargas:

ok i feel like at first his favorite song was baby it's cold outside by idina menzel and michael buble

and then rudy pointed out the creepy undertones and it ruined the song for him

also he was distraught when he found out

and then this song took over as number one in his heart

for starters, he's just a massive fan of michael buble

also he once got front row tickets to a michael buble concert but he couldn't go last minute because he got called on a mission and he's still salty about it

he likes the way michael buble rewrote the lyrics to be more fitting for guys

also he likes the sorta relaxed almost lazy rhythm of the song

he insists it makes it sexier

nobody knows what that means or why it matters but he's very persistent about it

and god damn alejandro's singing voice is actually good fr

like it gives michael buble but if michael buble was a smoker and did country songs

but honestly the gravel in alejandro's voice works really well when he's singing

and lord knows he sings this song whenever it comes on

it's not obnoxious tho so it's nice to listen to

he doesn't really dance but he'll jokingly offer you a slow dance to this song

he considers this the classiest christmas songs and says it's only for people with real taste in music

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todayisyourturntolose · 8 months

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Share pdude hcs??? 😈

ok soooo. idk if you mean one pdude in particular sooo imma do the basic ones! (p1,p2,p3,p4)

good lord it has been forever since ive been able to write down my hcs for these sillies, and i have a whole bunch so i'll put it under le cut :)

-well versed in ASL, uses it in overwhelming situations

-sunglasses double as prescription lenses (i give this hc to basically all of the other dudes, but i think p1 would need glasses more than any of them)

-probably the smartest of the other dudes. essentially a polymath. if you ask him a question about almost anything, he'd probably give you a reasonable answer

-surprisingly good at drawing. does better with drawing portraits rather than full body. has a very scratchy and rough looking art style

-(technically canon bcuz of like, the war journal) writes in a journal (essentially a diary, but he'd rather die than call it that), mainly writes about his emotions and internal struggles, but sometimes writes about the other dudes and his experiences with them

-cannot go to sleep in silence. he's gotta have music on or some sort of background noise or else his mind starts to wander

-physically can't stay in one place without moving. whether it be rocking in place, tapping his foot, or shifting his weight from one foot to the other, he's always making some sort of movement.

-actually pretty friendly to those around him. he just has a pretty short temper, getting easily agitated by things (or people) around him

-besides p1, probably the skinniest of all the dudes. mans is all bones compared to say p4 or p3

-champ is his emotional support animal. he's been through a lot, and champ is basically his only refresher from the hell he lives in

-strangely flexible...can slip through fairly small cracks and corners easily

-has a LOT of vocal stims. this mf meows whenever he sees a cat. he makes random noises to himself. he repeats things that he hears others say

-got a surprisingly good amount of muscle on him. goes to the gym pretty often. definitely flexes whenever he gets the chance

-slight southern accent. very noticeable when he gets angry or when he talks fast. if you point it out to him, he'd probably get really embarrassed

-average r&b enjoyer. out of the blue, p1 once asked who luther vandross was, to which p3 gave an almost hour long lecture about the importance of r&b and why it's one of the best genres to date, why old r&b is miles better than new r&b, quizzing p1 on different artists, etc

-also an unironic country music enjoyer. he begs and pleads the other dudes to let him play just a little bit of johnny cash whenever he's offered the aux cord. maybe a bit of dolly parton. hell, probably some shania twain, if he's feeling bold.

-a fairly good singer. he's no freddie mercury, but to say he's horrible would be an overstatement. knows what songs are in his range, and which ones aren't. isn't really one to sing out loud in front of a lot of people, though. (one time, he sang to p1 in an attempt to calm him down during one of his moments. it worked, surprisingly :0)

-one of the happiest dudes. at this point in his life, he's not nearly as violent as the others (he still has his moments, of course, but he's not one to just spontaneously go ham) and just sorta accepts things as they are

-a genre GOD. this man listens to pretty much everything. his favorite genres are funk, nu-metal (or metal in general), pop, and r&b (he and p3 bond over their fav artists)

-while champ is basically an emotional support animal to p2, to p4, champ is more of a service dog. he's getting older, which means he isn't able to do things as easily as he used to, so champ is there to fetch things for him and in general, just help him with daily tasks

-very confident with who he is. he isn't embarrassed by the things he does. he takes pride in being different.

-doesn't give himself labels when it comes to sexuality or gender. it's not that he's against it, he just prefers the idea of being unlabeled. (though, i personally hc him as being pansexual and transmasc. you go grandpa.)

-DAD BOD. a fair bita muscle, though. he's pretty strong compared to the other dudes.

-has an array of random talents. one day he'll just start juggling randomly and be like "oh, this? yeah, i picked it up a few years ago. nothing to write home about, to be honest."

aaaaand that's all! sorry if it's a lot, i just rlly have a lot to say abt these goobers (and even more to say abt the dudes i didn't include!)

#postal #postal dude #postal 1 #postal 2 #postal 3 #postal 4

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crunchymayo · 4 months

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i have a question for other people out there who may be like me and have a taste in music that is confusing, weirdly specific, random, inconsistent, and really hard to explain to other people; HOW do you go about finding new music? do you have a method that's successful most of the time? or do you, like me, just keep desperately listening to playlist after playlist and album after album and hoping to get lucky by finding a song or two?

when people try to give me recs they ask me what genres i like and i just say "nothings off limits" but it's not in a "i'll listen to anything" kinda way, it's that there's just something about certain songs that makes my brain go "YES" and every genre has the potential to have some songs that scratch that itch. pretty sure genre actually has little to no bearing on what i like.

there's a few specific genres i end up listening to quite a bit more than other genres but i don't think that's cause there's actually anything "special" about them for me, i think it's just kinda incidental and a result of how spotify will be like "oh you liked a few songs from this one specific genre?? so it's your favorite genre???? you want to hear nothing but songs from this genre for the rest of time????" and so the vast majority of my recs on spotify are just from these few genres and i've just fallen into a loop of them. i don't even end up liking the vast majority of songs that get recommended to me anyway, and whenever i go to ANY genre-specific playlist i only end up liking a couple, if even that many. so yeah it doesn’t seem like genre matters at all.

i think it's more about the rhythm/melody/vibe of a song (and maybe it could have something to do with the bpm of a song but idk) but there still doesn't appear to be much consistency for me. like spotify has the playlists that are like "chill mix"/"energetic mix"/"moody mix"/etc. and it's the same as when i listen to a genre mix. i CAN find songs i like in any mix but i'll still maybe only like 1 song for every 25 i listen to. and it's also the same with artists and albums in general.

like basically i think the problem boils down to how there's no way to label my taste. like there's no key words or phrases for me to use to tell people or search engines what i'm looking for.

my best bet is just showing people the songs i like, and seeing if they can hear some kind of pattern, and can give me recs based on that. this is what i do with my sister, cause she's also kinda the same, having an inconsistent and indefinable taste in music, and the things we like overlap a little so i tend to get good recs from her, but that's obviously also dependent on her being able to find new songs, which doesn't happen a lot.

i don't usually have the ability to just ask someone who kinda understands my taste to give me recs, and when i do there's no guarantee they'll even have any, and i wanna find a way to be able to search for new music on my own.

#music recs #song recs #op #recently i've tried searching ‘songs that scratch an itch in my brain’ and going through the user-made playlists #but i haven't had any success that way so far.#and whenever i go to a song or artist radio for something #spotify just ends up filling it mostly with a bunch of songs that are already in my library #the daylist at least has new songs i haven't heard before #but it's still rare when i find things i like through it.#i've realized that spotify generated playlists are gonna be a dead end most of the time.#my discover weekly is where i end up finding the most new stuff i like but it's still not a lot.#music

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#4 The Entire Picture

It's the dream project until you find out that your favourite idol doesn't want you there.

Pairing: Yoongi x female reader

Genre: IdolAU / Angst / Smut

Warnings: Nothing much here.

Word count: 5K+

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“What do you mean by he is a celebrity? How does it fucking matter? If he doesn’t like my work, he can tell me, right? He is a client, a person. He does this in and out!” I ranted on and on to my partner while the poor guy had been trying to console me for the last 30 minutes. I was blessed to have Si-Hyeon in my life, but at this point, I felt like I had failed him too. “I mean, even doing the project with us now, he isn’t doing us any favours. I have earned this. WE have earned this! So, it’s not like we’re a charity project he has to entertain!”

“But, he has made his choice, Y/N, and it’ll be fun. I mean, these two projects. They were first making us choose between 7 members of Bangtan and had given us one project to work on, and now they are giving us two groups! ENHYPEN and SEVENTEEN are fucking huge names!” He was always looking at the positive side and was always technically correct.

“Yes! But it’s not even Bangtan! They are why we are here! And you didn’t even want to do this! We only chose this because I wanted to work with them, and Min Yoongi because he is my favourite! And now, we will work with two groups when you didn’t even want to get in the music space!”

“Is that what you are worried about? Because I am enjoying this. And we are good with everything we pick up, so I’m not worried about this either. We will have to get maybe 4 more team members for the load, which is great! And we can move on whenever we like, you know that.” He held my hands. “You don’t have to, even for a second, worry that I don’t want this. I will tell you.”

“He is an asshole! He hasn’t given me one sign that he doesn’t like the work. Even yesterday’s meeting was all positive, and he agreed to everything! Even the idea that we thought was farfetched? He wants to shoot it!”

Meeting with Min Yoongi

“So, I know we have already finalized concept shoots. But I had one more idea to present. And it’s just a concept. It’s different, but I have a vision, and I feel like you can carry it very well, and it will add a layer to what you’re going for,” the meeting was fabulous until this point. He had finalized all the details and added quite a few independently. He was engaged, excited, and had that promising look in his eyes that I had been hoping for till now. Working with someone you have admired is always challenging. There are so many hurdles that can come in, and thankfully, till now, even though we hadn’t worked together before, he was very open to hearing us out and actually building something together for his work.

“Show me,” Yoongi replied. Always a man of few words and made the girl inside me shiver, but I was a professional.

I presented the ideas our team had worked on, which we had an inclination that would technically go above board, but I wanted to show him still that he could go in every different direction and didn’t have to limit himself. We had already tried that, but we were still building off the block of his previous work. This would, in some ways, shatter it and give him more space to explore, which is not always what an artist wants when he is catering to his fandom. “Honestly, I’m a fan and know this isn’t on the label. I know it’s a bit far from it, but I believe you can do it, and it will give you that edge I feel you’re trying to get.”

He observed it for a bit. Going back and forth on the presentation and board I had created for reference, “You think I can pull it off?” He asked after a while.

“I believe you can do anything,” I responded instinctively.

He smiled, “let’s do it then.”

And that was it. He agreed, told us he would make his additions and share them by following Monday and went on to participate in the multiple classes he had slotted us in between.

Back to the Present

“You think that was it? We presented him that idea, and then he went on and voted against us!” I sat down like it was an epiphany.

“I don’t think so. He has literally made minor edits to your idea and actually wants to shoot it first. He is paying for this. He doesn’t have to do this.” Si-Hyeon laughed.

“He was the only vote against us taking on the next project with BTS. The ONLY vote! Everyone else had said yes!”

“How do you know that?” Knowing I had done something sneaky to get this confidential information.

“I saw the sheet when Maira went to the bathroom,” He gave me his disapproved look. “I had to! There was no logical reason that we didn’t get the next project. Our work with Suga is making all the noise and getting all the right reviews!”

“Y/N! Don’t do this shit! Also, if you feel so bad about it, ask him. He hasn’t lied about or not been honest about anything till now. Just ask him!” He laughed.

“Why don’t you feel as devastated as I do?” I was almost in tears. My idol had rejected me. Technically, again not me, but ME!

“They are all the same to me. I don’t really need to get emotionally attached to my job or our business.” He pulled me up from the ground.

“That’s not true! You didn’t say that when we were working with Zendaya.”

“Yeah, because she is a goddess. Min Yoongi is not a god.”

“How dare you!” I threw the cushion at him. “He is a god! He is the universe! He is-”

“The man who voted against you for taking on the next project for Bangtan.” Si-Hyeon always had a way of shutting me up.

—

“I think Corsica will be the best location for this. We also have the ground set up there, so we will be out in 5 days from set up to completion, which will also reduce the final costs.” We were in the final rounds of finalizing the shoot, and I was giving my best pitch to Yoongi’s manager, who could greenlight this faster. Yoongi had come up with a few locations in Spain and Italy, but Corsica was my pick. I had thought a lot about this. Maybe, I shouldn’t present my ideas, or perhaps I should try reading him more. But that was not what I was being paid for. I was great at my job. I didn’t need this self-doubt.

“What do you think, Yoongi? Corsica?” I looked up to see Yoongi enter the meeting room.

“Corsica?” he questioned. Why was this man always serving looks when it was not even needed? “I’m sorry, I’m late. It was my final class, and I wanted to say goodbye properly.” Even his apologies made my heart melt when he was a full 45 minutes late.

“Yeah, Y/N is proposing Corsica to be the shoot location instead. They already have a set up there, and the location is beautiful.” Sejin explained.

Yoongi looked at me and then back at the use display of my pitch. “The location in Spain doesn’t work?”

“No, it does! And we can absolutely do that,” Si-Hyeon chimed in. “We have an extra edge with Corsica because we know it inside out. And some of these locations, like this one,” Si-Hyeon pointed to a unique castle-like rock structure right next to the water, “really fit the look we are going for. I’m sure we can find something like this in Spain. It’ll just take us a little longer, but it can be done.”

Yoongi looked at the photographs for a little longer and then returned to our concept notes. “This place is beautiful,” He looked at me. “You think we should shoot here instead of the location we looked at initially?” Everyone turned to me.

“It really is what you are comfortable with,” I answered as Yoongi’s eyes stared directly into mine, “But I think the narrative is served pretty well at both places.”

“Okay, “ He smiled. “Corsica, it is.” and that was it.

We took a short break when Yoongi was asked to eat something.

“That went over quite easily.” Si-Hyeon bought me my coffee. “He didn’t even question you. We were told he is very specific with his requirements and likes them to the T, but he really took your opinion and went with it.”

“Maybe he just wants to wrap it up quickly and is trying to get rid of us,” I sipped my drink, still sour over knowing he rejected us. How could he meet my eye, knowing what he had done!

“I would have taken this point, but you know the budget on this. It will be cheaper for them to scrap it and start afresh than go with this, so I think he is on board.”

“You don’t always have to be right,” I whined.

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“Maybe I should just ask him!” I made a few heads turn towards me as we wrapped up the first day of the shoot. “Sorry!” I apologized, “I can’t figure him out. He looks like he is enjoying it. He looks like he is happy with what we are doing. Why would he not want to work with us again, then?” I said softly to Si-Hyeon.

“You were with him for the whole day today. You didn’t get the chance to ask him between the multiple times you wiped his sweat?” He teased.

“I only did it because it was convenient! A whole other person would have to climb the rock I was already on!” That was no excuse, but who cares.

“Yeah, I’m sure he was not complaining about having you so close. Especially in that dress,” He smirked.

“What is that supposed to mean?” I looked down at my outfit. Fine, it was a little low cut, a little short, but I was in a country where they didn’t care about my chest!

“No, I’m sure he was pleased!” Si-Hyeon laughed, picking up all the files and pulling me towards our car.

“What do you mean he was pleased?” I crossed my arms, pouting.

“I mean, I don’t think anyone else has ever checked you out more than Yoongi did today,” Again, that smirk.

“So much nonsense comes out of your mouth sometimes. I don’t know how there is anything else,” I tried hiding my deep blush and excitement.

The hotel’s only penthouse had gone to Yoongi, where we kept most of his inventory. Si-Hyeon and I were in a room a floor down, so his questionable look was fair when I pressed the button for the top floor.

“I need to drop the concept note for tomorrow. Yoongi asked for it,” I explained.

“Okay then, why don’t you give it to your Yoongi while I go fill the tub and destress,” He pressed the button for our floor.

“He is not my Yoongi.”

I knocked and rang the bell to the penthouse apartment and heard a loud ‘coming’ before Yoongi opened the door. “Hey,” he said, a little out of breath, opening the door wider. He was just out of the shower with his hair still dripping. My eyes couldn’t help going down his body, but his skin was glowing, the white shirt he had rushed to put on was wet and sticking to his body, and the towel looked like it wasn’t interested in being wrapped around his waist at all. My eyes came back up to meet his, and I didn’t miss the slight smirk he had displayed.

“I’m sorry. Am I disturbing you?” I asked innocently.

“Not at all!” He smiled, “come in, come in,” He pulled the door open, and I walked in.

“Is this place comfortable? To your liking?” I asked.

“Yeah, it’s excellent! Give me a second. I’ll get some - “ He pointed to his towel, and I nodded.

I walked to the lobby table and took out the concept notes for tomorrow.

“Would you like a drink?” He asked, coming into the room. “I think there is some wine and whisky…”

“Umm, sure. Whisky’s fine,” he nodded and poured us both some, coming up to the table.

“Thank you,” I took a sip and relaxed my shoulders. It had been a long day. “So, this is the location for tomorrow. Sejin’s already gone through all the details too, but you wanted to see the set-up, right?” I asked. He nodded, his eyes going from my face to the notes on the table. “Yeah, so, this is it. We already did a check before coming in, so, we are all set up for tomorrow, but of course, if you need any change, we can get it done in the morning.”

“Thanks! I just felt I hadn’t looked enough at the second shoot and I felt like I was missing something,” He nodded. Yoongi was the main lead on this, both as an artist and creator, and his attention to detail was impeccable. “Did you see the water point below the cave today? I feel like we can do a shot there too. It was so beautiful and so quiet. I think for the location on the fourth day, we can do an alternate sequence,” He explained his ideas, and I quickly noted them. He paused when he saw me writing and went on finishing his thoughts. “You think this makes sense?” He asked me like he always did, and I nodded. We went back and forth a bit, now that he knew the location more than just seeing it on screen, and made a few changes for the rest of the days. “So, where is Si-Hyeon?” He asked.

“Oh, already in the tub with bubbles, I believe,” I laughed.

“So you tend to manage the creative and business side more, and he handles the production and-”

“Yeah, we have our zones. But, he also comes in through the creatives,” I answered, updating the sheets with the changes for everyone.

“How long have you guys been working together?” He asked, sitting next to me on the sofa as I settled on the ground with my laptop on the table.

“Oh, since college. We were paired together for a class, which has continued since then.”

“Are you guys together?” He asked, very straightforward, and I looked at him, “you don’t have to tell me, of course sorry-”

“He has a boyfriend. Long term, almost 5 years now,” I went back to editing the documents. “Lives in LA, and refuses to move even though he can,” I said, giving out more information because it had been a sore point in my best friend’s life for a while.

“That must be tough for him,” Yoongi sat back, folding his legs.

“It is, but you can’t force someone to change their life because of you. It has to be their choice, their sacrifice to make. And Si-Hyeon is very clear on how he wants to live his life, so working in another continent is also him figuring it out.” I answered so that professionally it doesn’t bite us back.

“That’s true. What about you?” he asked.

“I don’t have anyone I need to make sacrifices for in my life,” I smiled. “Yet, at least,” I laughed. “What about you?”

“Same,” he answered, taking a big gulp of his drink. “It’s not like the opportunity hasn’t been there. It’s just…it has to be the right person?”

“I get that,” I closed my laptop and turned towards his. “This is done. I’ll check in the morning, so we should be good for tomorrow.”

“Refill?” He asked, pointing at my glass, and I nodded without much thought.

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“Quickly eat this before we are horribly late,” Si-Hyeon stuffed some croissants in my mouth as I ran through the project updates.

“Thank you, sorry it got late speaking to Yoongi last night,” I explained. I walked into our room at 3 AM, slightly drunk, but after a great conversation with Yoongi. I felt I got to know him so much better.

“Yeah, I noticed. Did you ask the million-dollar question?” he asked.

“No. It would have been not fit the direction of the conversation we were having,” I pouted.

“So, you just spoke? No, light kisses, no under-the-shirt action?”

“Eww, no, we spoke. What are you, 12?” I pushed him slightly.

“No, but he hasn’t stopped staring at you from his table, so I thought there was more to the story,” he pointed out, and I quickly looked up to meet Yoongi’s eyes. I gave him a small wave, not to make it awkward, and he gave me a close-lipped smile.

“Quickly finish your coffee so we can leave! C’mon!”

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The next three days went smoothly. It was coming out to be great, and we had built a great rapport with the team as well. We met up for drinks after each wrap and ate at some amazing restaurants. Yoongi and I kept speaking more and more, and I could feel us really clicking with each other. There was also all the extra touching which kept implying more, like the hand behind my lower waist when we walked or the hands when we climbed down the steps, which I really didn’t need help in manoeuvring. I also got a raised eyebrow from Sejin, and then he just laughed and walked on. It was all the extra time he was spending with me, just speaking and drinking, but the big elephant in the room was that he had voted against us, and however great everything went, it still left a sour taste in my mouth when I went back to the room.

The final day had the cave location, and I took Yoongi inside as it was my discovery when we had initially landed here during our college vacation. I had told Yoongi about it, and he asked me to show him around while the crew set up everything. “Come on, there is a small pool-like thing here. We just have to walk a little further.” I took his hand as we walked through the thin area, trying not to fall into the river as the path got thinner. “In here,” I pulled him, and he paused as the rock narrowed. “It’s okay, just narrow here, and it opens up inside,” I told him. “It’s not my spot like I am sure other people know of it, but it’s - I found it so, for you, it’s my spot,” I said, rephrasing my words, and he laughed. The rock opened into a small cave with a small pool of crystal clear water and grass all around it. Looking up, you could see the sky, as the sun poured in through the tiny opening. I walked in further to the little space left to stand on, and Yoongi stood at the opening, taking the small space in, “isn’t it beautiful?” I asked, leaning against the rock wall so that he could come in.

He just nodded, looking straight at me. It was quite a blur. It happened so quickly. Yoongi walked towards me, his palms capturing my face as his lips met mine. My eyes shut on instinct before he pulled away, waiting for me. I didn’t have many thoughts as I pulled his shirt, bringing him closer as his mouth explored mine further. He tasted sweet, like honey, and once his hand went down the side of my chest, wrapping himself around my body, as I stuck to him, I spoke a little prayer in my head for us to never stop. It got heated, a lot more intense, as his lips moved down my mouth, kissing my chin, licking my neck, until he found a spot that made me shiver and spent a minute trying to make me take out more noises. My hands were in his hair, pulling them sightly, as I tried biting my lips, as he sucked on my sweet spot, exploiting it, as his hands explored my body. It took 5 rings before I could pull my phone out as Yoongi pulled back, kissing my cheek instead as I answered the call. “Yeah, yeah, we will right out. Just coming,” I said, trying not to sound out of breath. “We should go,” I said, our foreheads attached, his hands kneading my waist. He nodded, kissing me again and then pulling away.

“Let down your hair,” he said, fixing his own. I took my hair out of my clutcher, letting them fall, and Yoongi brought some of it forward, covering my neck. “I think it’ll bruise,” He smirked and turned around, getting out of the cage. I was red the entire shoot and thankful we were done by 3.

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The after-party was in full mode, and I was in the bathroom, explaining the bruise/hickey on my neck to Si-Hyeon, while I took some foundation out to cover it. “Y/N! You know, I was joking when I was speaking about Yoongi! We don’t sleep with the client! It is your rule! It was not allowed when I wanted Noah Centineo, and it is definitely not allowed with Min fucking Yoongi!”

“Oh, stop it. Noah was not hitting on you and had not given you a hickey,” I laughed.

“I didn’t want him to give me one! Y/N, this will complicate things! And, and, and, he rejected us!” There it was. The universe-changing, soul-crushing fact that Min Yoongi was the one who had voted and gotten us out of the next job with BTS. The only reason we were in Korea was to work with Bangtan, and it wouldn’t happen anymore. And, the making out with him means nothing because professionally, we were out, and it looked like we would never work together again.

Si-Hyeon saw the realization strike me again, like I had forgotten the minute his tongue touched mine. I had, and this was worse. “Okay, yes! You are right. Is it hidden?” I asked, pointing to my neck, and he sighed.

We returned to the party, and the number of shots taken after was not counted. It was only 7 PM when everyone was sloshed and disappearing to their rooms. Si-Hyeon being the lightweight he was, had already taken the key and, I was sure, was out since we had an early morning flight out. I gave my goodbyes to the team and Sejin, where Yoongi sat and discussed something. Yoongi looked shocked and disappointed when he asked me to stay for a bit, and I just shook my head and blamed the flight, walking away to the escalator.

“Hey, hey…wait,” He ran, stopping the elevator door from closing. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything- everything is fine,” I nodded, trying not to blush in my lie. He walked in, and let the elevator close. The lift went up, and suddenly, he pressed the stop button. “Did I…did I miss anything? Because I thought we were good, I thought things were developing, and…”

“You know, I think, you must have seen this in movies, but stopping the elevator like this is actually illegal. Sorry, can I just?” I pressed the button again to let the lift resume. Yoongi sighed, then pressed the button to the penthouse and held my hand, keeping me from leaving on my floor.

We walked into his room, “drink?” He asked, and I shook my head. My hands were behind my back like a schoolgirl who had just been scolded by her teacher, and I stood closer to the door. “Should we have not kissed?” He asked, vulnerable now. “You didn’t push me away, and I’m sorry, I should have ask-”

“It’s not that. It’s really not. I loved it. I have dreamed of doing it. Trust me. I just-”

“Then what?” He asked.

“You voted against us.” I sighed.

“What” Yoongi looked at me, confused.

“You voted against us to work with you on the next project. To work with BTS on the next project. Everyone had a yes, but you had a no. And I would love to kiss you again, sleep with you, and do more and be more if you like, but it will be only for this day. And it will break my heart because you mean…you mean more for it to be just for a day after knowing you don’t want to work with us, work with me again…” I rambled on, drunk already on the tequila.

“Okay, firstly, I wasn’t planning for it to be for a day…” Yoongi sat down on the sofa. “And, I said no, because I wanted you guys to work on the album instead. Hybe knows this. That is why you will be taking the other groups until the album production comes around.” He explained like it was the simplest thing in the world.

“Why can’t we work on the showcase, and then the album too?” I asked, my signature pout back on.

“Hybe likes to switch around new agencies after two projects. To not keep it complacent, and keep challenging etc., so I knew if you do this, they will be giving you to another group, and I thought your ideas were better suited for a bigger project. And, if you guys do great then too, it can be a permanent thing, but they will make you experiment. That is just how it works,” He went on.

“So, you don’t NOT want to work with us?” I asked already realizing this.

“I just wrapped up a very extensive shoot with you,” He stated the obvious again.

“I thought you didn’t like me…” I rubbed my arms, nervous cause I had again thought the worst.

“I did pour my heart out to you for the last 2 months and this entire week where I...so, I’m sorry you feel that way, but it’s not the case,” He sighed.

“I’m sorry,” I didn’t know.

“I thought what we had was more than this,” He sighed, looking away, “more than work…”

“It is…” I went towards him, and he stood up.

“I’m tired. I should sleep. We have a very early flight anyway,” He clenched and unclenched his fists. “Yeah, just close the door when you go,” He said, walking away before I could say anything and locking his bedroom door behind him.

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