#praying for more music from j-hope
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🍓Pairing: Dance Teacher!Jung Hoseok x F. Reader
🍓 Rating: Explicit (Minors DNI)
🍓 Word Count: 9.2k
🍓Warnings: negative self thought/talk, swearing, dirty talk, smut, kissing, heavy marking, fingering, unprotected sex, some degradation, requited pining (please let me know if I missed something)
🍓Summary: It's been a year since you started dancing at Hoseok's studio, in that time an easy friendship has bloomed between you both, and maybe a bit more on your part. But Hoseok's just a friend, and there couldn't possibly be more there, right?
🍓 Comments: From the first time I heard Hozier's Eat your young I knew I had to write something with J hope for it. So here we are! Please enjoy!
“5, 6, 7, 8–” his voice carries over the pounding bass that hums through your muscles and bones.
But you can’t think about his voice, you can’t think about anything. Right now you’re focused on the music on the next steps Hoseok planned in the routine. Not the way the sweat-soaked shirt clings to the muscles on his back as he moves from one energetic step to the next.
Your tongue, definitely, doesn’t slip out of your lips to trace along the bottom as your eyes watch a bead of sweat slide down the column of his throat to disappear beneath the collar of his shirt.
You’re focusing on the dance, on the way your body moves in time with the tempo, and how the riffs of the guitar send shivers down your spine when they harmonize just right with the bass. Making sure your hands stay on beat.
Shoes squeak against the polished hardwood. You risk a glance at the girl beside you. Her movements are effortless, fluid, and graceful. A bolt of jealousy heats through you, but your eyes close and you focus again on just you and the music. Hips swivel in time to the chorus. Hoseok’s voice calls out over the music, “final stretch, make it count!”
His favorite thing, to shout in the last measures of the song, the final encouraging push that gets everyone through the last grueling set of an hour long practice, because Hoseok loves to challenge his students and this one, an intermediate class, is no exception.
Your hips chant to the side as your eyes slide open to catch Hoseok’s last moves. Drawn to the way his hands go from fluttering in the air to caress his inner thigh.
Your breath hitches as for a second your mind stalls. Gaze memorizing the way, his lithe fingers trace along the muscle there up to the seam of his hip, where his hand cups a subtle bulge.
Before tracing up the line of his lean body, even in baggy sweats, he looks perfect. His shirt shows just enough skin to get your heart racing, the collar loose enough it’s slipped off his shoulder, the tender flesh stretched over his collarbone tempts you.
As your hungry ogling finishes its course and meets those intense brown eyes, you pale. Fuck, you’ve been caught.
You stumble on the last turn, but catch yourself just in time to face the right direction. Kae-in snickers behind you as heat blooms across your cheeks, and to the tips of your ears.
Thankfully, though no one else has caught your blunder. But pray that Hoseok hadn’t seen it... he didn’t make a comment.
Then again, the last time he’d caught you gawking at him during practice. He’d give you a cheeky wink before cackling at your dumb-struck expression.
The dance finishes with a quick pose. Your legs quiver for a moment, unsure if they can hold your weight. You pushed yourself today, and your body is feeling it everywhere.
Not the smartest move, considering you have your private studio session after this. Other dancers around you pant and huff, catching their own breath. The music cuts and Hoseok claps, along with everyone else.
You manage a weak clap with the others.
“Great work everyone!”
Hoseok's voice is energetically gleeful as he wanders over to the cabinet where the audio setup sits. Like he hasn't been dancing for 8 plus hours.
His fingers move effortlessly as he turns off the music. Shoulders rise and fall as he catches his breath. The sweat clinging to his golden skin making it to glow under the fluorescent studio lights.
“Amazing as always class, remember to practice for next week. We’ll have auditions for the spring recital and all that jazz. I hope to see all of you there!”
Everyone takes their time packing up. A gaggle of students having rushed Hoseok to ask about audition ideas. Most of them vying for the last few minutes of class, for his undivided attention.
He’s happy to converse with all of them, girls fawning over him, a few guys in there too. Eagerly asking for advice on their movements and audition ideas.
Which he happily responds with a critique that’s just the right amount of brutal and constructive.
You make it to your bag, a slight wobble in your step, manage a painful kneel, find your water bottle, and take some healthy swigs from the plastic container. Your throat is grateful for the cooling fluid.
Kae-in is beside you in a second, her hoodie already on. She’s put on the hood but left her ears out. She has that look on her face that tells you she saw the entire last measure debacle. Her eyes crinkled in a shit-eating grin as she grabbed her things to leave.
“So wanna go over your little stumble in the last steps?”
You level a glare at her, half tempted to throw your sweat-rag at her, but you resist. Rather, rubbing it along your neck and face, sighing softly as you dry yourself. While you loved dancing, you hated the sweat that came with it.
“I tripped, I do that all the time–” she snickers, leaning close enough that the others packing up don’t hear her.
“I saw the way you were eating him up, not that I don’t blame you–” now the sweat-rag comes out, as you shove the offending thing at her, Kae-in lets out a squeak falling on her butt.
You glare down at her. She has the audacity to pout, like she’s the victim of this!
“I was not, I tripped, and that is all you need to know,” you respond with a mocking pout of your own.
She gets back up and hits your shoulder. You turn to continue the fight sweat-rag at the ready, but she holds up her hands in mock defeat.
“It’s not like you're the first girl to do it, certainly not the last. I mean, look, he’s still being swarmed and I know he’s answered their questions 20 times.”
She smirks as she glances over to the far corner where Hoseok still stands with his gaggle, smiling and laughing.
“I didn’t–” she hushes you and winks.
“You didn’t look, I know, you’ll have plenty of time to do that in the next hour–” you clap a hand over her mouth.
“Kae-in, I love you, but you are a pain in the ass, you know that?”
She smiles that squinted eye smile that makes you laugh. You give her one back before standing, removing your hand from her mouth, taking another few drinks of your water before glancing at your phone.
A couple of messages, both from…Hoseok.
How the hell did he send the texts while dealing with all the questions? But you’re checking them before you think to stop yourself.
I’m undecided on food, stuck between bulgogi or jajangmyeon 😛…do you have a preference?
Also if you’ve already eaten no worries. :3
You can’t help the small smile that lifts the corner of your mouth.
“Ohhhh dinner and a show–”
“Kae-in, I swear if you don’t leave I’m shoving my sweat rag in your mouth and Jin Ho can help you fish it out,” she laughs as she skips just out of your reach.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep!”
She’s gone with the last few stragglers from class. The flock has left with Hobi, probably to get food. You type a quick reply.
I will love you forever if you get me some jajangmyeon <3
As you glance around the studio and check the windows to make sure everyone is gone your phone buzzes in response.
If I knew getting your love was that easy I’d have offered sooner ;)
His texts always make you laugh, and while some small, tiny, insignificant part of you hopes he’s actually flirting you know he isn’t.
He’s your teacher, and yes, you’d consider him a friend at this point. After all, you'd been coming to the studio for a little over a year.
You’d run into him hanging a flier at the local rec center and after a short conversation, he’d handed you a neon pink flier and given you a wide heart-shaped smile before going on his way.
You’d signed up the next week for a beginners class, needing another outlet besides working out on a treadmill.
It’d been a year, discovering a love for dancing you’d never known you had. Also…getting the last hour of the studio all to yourself for a private session didn't hurt.
Especially when Hoseok had offered it to you when you’d mentioned wanting more time to dance besides just doing group work.
“I think you have a talent, and I think if you went out for some competitions you’d surprise yourself,” you’d almost choked on your coffee when he’d mentioned competing. He’d laughed as you coughed.
Hoseok was kind, it was one of the many reasons you’d stayed on with dance, even after being so self conscious about everything. The way you moved for a start, in the beginning the beat just seemed out of reach.
It seemed like your brain would command your limbs to move and it would be just a step off from everyone else. You liked to joke, you had two left feet, but through Hoseok’s diligent, and patient work you’d bloomed…At least you’d like to think you have.
The buzz of your phone pulls you from your thoughts.
At the restaurant, jajangmyeon is gonna be a bit D:
You smile again at his use of emoticons. He texts like a teenager. But you’re quick to reply, so that you can work on your set.
No worries, you know how long I’m here till, also I’m not leaving till I get my promised food ;)
You stand taking your water to the front of the class, the mirrored wall reflects your tired self back at you. You don’t look too long, putting your water down to go to the stereo cabinet.
Phone in hand you find the aux cord, hooking up the device the speakers connect with a loud pop.
Getting into your music app you ponder on what to dance to first, it doesn’t take long before you’re settling on some low and slow music. The songs are just mixes, without vocals.
Just music and beats to focus on, rather than lyrics to muddle your mind, thinking about what steps would go best with them. A deep bass pounds through the amps, vibrating the room with their depths before the subtle electronic chords join the hum.
A cooldown from Hoseok’s fast-paced, hyped music is a welcome change your muscles need. Your movements are slow and languid, letting your body stretch into each move rather than a quick jab and jolt to the next.
You loved Hoseok’s dances.
They lit up something inside you, got your heart pumping. His dances were a mixture of a work out and sex as Kae-in loved to joke. Hoseok put everything into his routines and asked his students to do the same.
You tried hard not to think about all your recent classes with him, in the last few sessions when he’d done an observation he’d come so close to you, watching your every movement.
No matter how many times you’d danced in front of him you felt like a beginner all over again.
Could feel the way his eyes assessed every maneuver. How his hand was quick to correct a move. Quick to straighten your posture, his fingers lingering against the swell of your hip as he demonstrated how to move your hips in the choreo.
Your skin tingled from the touch, your cheeks warm at the thought, the wish that his fingers had stayed on your skin, that they’d moved lower.
You attempt to shake off the thoughts, trying to focus on your dance, matching your made-up choreo to the music. Your hands start at your hips, legs spread wide as you lower into a squat.
Palms cupping your thighs as you spread them for the imaginary audience, or just a singular audience member. A quick bounce and your back up hands trail up your body again, fingers card through your sweat-soaked hair.
Pulling the strands out of the messy bun, slipping the hairband onto your wrist.
You risk a glance to your form in the mirror, again a wave of insecurity takes over. Even as you try to avoid making eye contact. Rather just watching your body move in time with the bass, a roll of your hips that follows the line of your leg to the tips of your toes.
Your body is like water, let the music flow from it.
Another memory, when you first started dancing, and Hobi had started letting you use the last open hour of the studio.
The one-on-one time helped immensely, but also made everything so much worse. From Hobi’s unwavering attention, to his many assisting touches.
How easily he’d stop you during a session to maneuver you, how he’d demonstrate a move you just couldn’t get the hang of.
The heat from his hands all but burning through the loose clothing you wore normally to practice. How you refused to look him in the eye when he had you practice a move in the mirror.
Just watch yourself, that will help.
Sure you try watching yourself in the mirror–
I do it all the time.
You’d made the mistake of looking him in the eye at that moment, in the low green light of the background LEDs they were shadowed and intense.
The way you felt pinned and devoured in that moment, the tension rose and for a moment something stirred inside of you. Your knees shook, stomach swooping, mouth going dry.
The moment broke when Hobi’s lips pulled into his signature smile that didn’t reach his eyes. But that instance had you refusing to look him in the eye for a month.
The remembered conversation heats your cheeks as you try focusing on the last steps of your sultry choreo. Twisting your arms in a spin that ripples down through your body.
Muscles tense and release, the ache from the previous rehearsal is gone. Replaced by the heat of wanting to get started on another.
The song comes to a soft close and your cool down has done nothing to lessen the heat you feel beneath the oversized t-shirt you liked to wear to practice.
As you stretch you consider the time on the wall clock, the cool down took a couple of minutes. Hobi would still be out getting food. And you really hadn’t accomplished much in your session, besides frustrating yourself further.
You huff as your body throbs, in both exhaustion and restlessness.
Like it can’t settle on one feeling over the other, and that adds to your mounting frustration. Walking over to the soundbooth you stop the next track.
Phone in hand you pause over the playlist, not really sure what to dance to next. The usual playlist for you is slow and steady. It helps loosen you up after a hard class and sets you up to relax when you get home.
But tonight none of the songs on the playlist are calling to you, so you leave the usual and venture out into the ever changing mood of your music library. You don’t know what starts it, but there is a song you’ve had in mind for a while now. A few flicks of your thumb brings you to the album.
Another tap and flick, and there it sits. Eat Your Young by Hozier had taken vicious root in your mind ever since you’d heard the beginning scat. The sinful chord riffs and the melodic mournful husk of Hozier’s voice had awakened something, primal, in you.
The lyrics certainly hadn’t helped, the grit and grime to them. Hozier’s music hit all the places in your brain that you needed while dancing. And you just wanted to dance. Not focus on how you are dancing and certainly not focusing on someone else watching you dance.
“Let’s see if you can get me out of my head,” mumbled to yourself, setting the song on loop. You pause though considering the brightness of the dance studio, intent on getting the mood for this song.
Remember Hobi mentioning that sometimes all it takes is a change in lighting for inspiration to strike. This song called for something dark, something carnal.
Taking the remote you turn off the main lights, the fluorescent bulbs flicker off, and with another push of a button the LEDs glow to life.
Hobi was quite proud of his LEDs; he'd spent an entire weekend sticking them to every inch of the ceiling, making sure they were perfectly aligned so that the room would be filled with the glow of the multicolor lights. He’d left them on a cool blue, probably when he was setting up for class earlier. A few clicks and blue bleeds into a deep red.
Basking in the lights for a moment, your fingers toy with the hem of your oversized shirt wanting to just throw the thing off. Overheated from class, and relief seems like it’ll only come from losing the garment.
You consider for a moment, Hobi won’t be back for a bit. You get the dancing out of your system, and the heat off of your skin. Before you can talk yourself out of it you're shucking the sweat coated fabric off.
Your skin cries in relief as it’s exposed to the chill of the studio, in only your sports bra and loose sweats you let the music overtake you.
You let the first bangs of the drum move you, your shoulders jolting with the bass. Rolling into a leisure sway as Hozier's voice echoes in the small studio. The bass ripples through your body, you feel your heart matching its hypnotizing beat.
I’m starving, darling, let me put my lips to something
Let me wrap my teeth around the world
Your fingers trace the edge of your lips. You take a soft bite of your fingertip, before tracing it down your chin, throat, between your sport bra covered breasts to wrap around your abdomen where your hips sway in a lazy pattern.
Start carving, darling, I wanna smell the dinner cooking
Wanna feel the edge start burn
You keep more to the middle of the room, exploring the small space around you. Your legs widen their stance as you dip down from your waist dragging your clawed hands over your legs back up your body to your throat.
Honey, I wanna race you to the table
If you hesitate the gettin’ is gone
You close your eyes, just enjoying the movement of your body and the intensity of the song. As the violins pitch higher and their notes grow frantic your breath pants as you meet their dissonant call.
Get some
Pull up the ladder when the flood comes
Throw enough rope until their legs have swung
Seven new ways that you can eat your young
Moves become more turbulent but there is still that underlying calm and control to your dance. Hobi is about precision in his seemingly erratic movements, yours have a much less practiced feel to them, even as you lull from one move to the next.
You’re so close to losing focus, letting Hoizer’s honeyed voice wash over your mind, the tickle of his falsetto sending a shiver down your spine. So close to losing inhibition, be free of the cage that is your mind, just dancing, instead of judging and stalling.
But you stumble a move not hitting at the time you’d hoped it would, and then like a line of dominos one move then another starts to crumble your resolve.
You huff, eyes scrunching in frustration as you attempt the movement again, a simple move, you’ve done it a thousand times in class, but your muscles won’t obey and your hips feel off, like they’ve slipped out of joint for a moment. And again while your brain signals to your body to move, nothing listens.
You growl in annoyance, sweat dripping from your scalp, drops slithering their way down your neck, pooling uncomfortably in your bra. As you miss one beat then the next and now you’re behind in the music.
Left foot forward, sway your hip, let the movement flow from your hip to your knee to your ankle. But fail again as your joints lock and refuse to flow as they once did, your fingernails dig into the palm of your hands, wanting so badly for this stupid move to hit.
For muscles to relax and just get this dance done.
Hands settle easily on your hips, and everything halts, a soft gasp leaves you. Music fading to the background as all you can hear is a high pitched chime in your ears. Your hands come up out of reaction, nails dig into the soft flesh of his hands in a panic.
Hobi grunts softly at the sudden pain of your blunted nails in his skin. But the panic ebbs as you recognize those long fingers beneath your own. He wasn’t supposed to be back yet, you had time, your mind races.
“Come on,” his voice is soft in the shell of your ear, “you know this move.”
Hobi’s hands are solid as they keep your hips trapped between his palms. His thumbs settle just above the band of your sweats, the heat of him sparks across sensitive flesh. He maneuvers you with ease, rolling your left hip forward and letting the right follow.
The grip of his fingers as they press into the fat sends a shock of pleasure coiling up your spine.
“Yeah, just like that,” he mumbles again, his breath is warm as it fans over your ear, cheek and neck. Skin prickling as goosebumps rise in its wake. The smell of him overwhelms, the sweet spice of a cologne you can’t name.
You finally muster the courage to open your eyes. Glancing down at Hobi’s hands still there on your hips. The pounding of your heart fills your ears, as you look down then up. Meeting his eyes in the red glow, your breath hitches, and your gaze drops again.
“Oh no,” like lightning, he strikes, hand leaving your hip to grasp your chin between thumb and forefinger. His grip forces your face up, body tensing as he presses himself against you.
Your hand chases his grasping at his wrist. Your fingers find purchase on the multitude of bracelets there. Fingernail catching on the beads of a bracelet you know one of his younger students made for him.
“Hobi–”
The fabric of his t-shirt does little to defend against the heat of his body, the hard line of his chest contouring to the curves of your back. Your mind can’t ignore the way he so effortlessly molds into you. Two puzzle pieces connecting together so easily, but while your bodies contour so easily, you feel trapped beneath his steely gaze.
You refuse to look at him; you feel exposed, judged and assessed by those eyes.
“Look at me.”
The order is spoken low in his chest, feel the vibration of his voice against your shoulder blades. The tone makes you shiver, another bolt of warm pleasure strikes you. Warming your cheeks, and sending your mind reeling.
You follow his command slow, and unwilling, your heart beats against your ribcage, a wild indeterminable pattern. His fingers clench, digging into the soft skin of your cheeks. You wince a bit at the pain, but finally you meet his eyes again.
In the red light they look black, taking you in, those dark eyes burning a trail from your toes up your left leg, pausing at your hip, the hand there clenching for a moment. Thumb brushing along your skin above your hip bone sending a new wave of goosebumps along your skin.
Tracing the curve of your waist, pausing at the swell of your breasts, covered by your sports bra. Up to the dip of your collarbone, you watch as he leans forward his lips so close to your skin. His breath warm before he presses a soft kiss to your shoulder.
A weak gasp leaves you as the touch of his lips sends a throb through you. A heat grows in your innards, muscles clench, breath hitching as he meets your gaze.
“Hobi, what–”
“No hiding from me tonight.”
Mouth agape as you struggle to find your voice, Hobi smiles. It’s a slow pull of lips over teeth, the glint in his eyes as he holds your gaze. His thumb rubs along the edge of your jaw.
The touch sparking a new sensation with every stroke against your skin, his breath warm over your cheek. You’re aware of every touch, every atom of him that’s against you beside you. You’re greedy for more.
“’m not hiding,” you finally mumble and he chuckles, another warm huff of breath over your skin, his lips brush against your neck.
“You’ve been hiding every class,” he mumbles as he presses closer, the hand on your hip sliding along the edge of your sweats, slipping from under your hand, though you don’t stop it, coming to a stop over your abdomen.
You swear your heart stops as you feel the heat of his palm just beneath your belly button. Fingertips toying at the hem of your sweats, so close to slipping beneath the fabric.
“Thinking I don’t know you’re watching my every move, where your eyes linger a bit too long.”
He chuckles into your neck the tip of his nose traces along the length of skin. His lips find your pulse and he laughs softly as you whine, distantly you catch that the song has looped. The deep bass starting again. “Not that I mind.”
“Who wouldn’t watch you,” a breathless retort as Hobi smiles, considering you in the mirror for a moment.
His eyes shine and then his smile turns sinister, his nuzzle pauses and then he’s biting your neck. A shriek of pain leaves you and you leap from his grip. He lets you get away, though by the clench of his fingers you sense he didn’t want to let you go that easily.
The distance helps, your mind clearing as you turn backing up into the studio mirror wall. Pressing yourself against the cool surface, fingers finding the bite mark on your neck. Pulse hammering against your fingertips.
The jolt of pain ebbs into a lingering throb. One that doesn’t help the pulse between your legs. It makes you want to tense your thighs to relieve the ache there.
Leveling a look at Hoseok trying to get your bearings. He’s quiet, those eyes shadowed by his long bangs, you see his jaw shift as he considers you. You're teetering on the edge of something. Backed up to the cliff's edge and you're not sure if you’re ready to plunge off.
“Hoseok–”
“If you don’t want this, I’ll stop.”
His voice is soft, beneath the croon of Hozier’s voice, for a moment he looks like the Hobi you’re used to. The one you can handle. The friend who is always eager to laugh, the one you fall into easy conversation with, the one you figured would never consider you like he is now.
“I–” your voice hitches, confusion clouding your mind as your fingers trace the mark of his teeth in your flesh.
You lean your head back, your head meets the mirror with a soft thud, the music swells again, eyes closed as you consider for a moment what continuing this means.
I won’t lie, if there’s something still to take
There is ground to break, whatever’s still to come
You don’t hear him move over the thrumming bass. He cages you in, his hands rest above your shoulders as he encompasses you. His breath is warm as it glides over your face.
Your eyes flutter open and take in the man before you. The chiseled perfection that is his face, the sharp jut of his chin, the soft rounded apples of his cheeks.
His lips, usually pulled in that sweet heart-shaped smile are drawn together in a firm line as those dark eyes watch you from under the curled mess that is his bangs. He’s still in his practice outfit, the same baggy t-shirt, and even baggier sweats. They overwhelm the lithe frame that you’ve so badly wanted a chance to see.
It makes you want to squirm away to avoid his gaze as you’ve always done, he leans down nose brushing against yours.
“Don’t hide away from me, I’m tired of trying to make you look.”
His voice is soft and your heart stutters. As you look at him, truly look at him. The longing in those dark eyes, the downturn of his lips. The little freckle on his cupid’s bow. You want him, hell you’ve wanted him since the day you took the neon pink flier from his painted fingers.
“Hoseok, I–I want you–”
It’s like you’ve opened the floodgates, he’s dropping down lips finding yours in the dim red glow of the lights. At first the kiss is soft, like he’s worried you’ll change your mind, pull away that you spoke before you could voice what you really wanted to say.
But no, you press into the kiss. Slot your lips against his with a fervor you haven’t felt for someone in years. Your fingers thread through the curled locks of his hair, pulling him closer.
He groans into your lips, tongue slipping out to trace the bottom, asking entrance which you easily grant. The way his tongue swirls into your mouth has you whining, knees locking as your mind thinks for a moment how that tongue would feel against your clit. Which gives a painful throb in response.
His tongue dances with your own, easily slipping along the appendage with ease, he chuckles as your tongue chases him as he pulls back. He presses closer, body molding to yours as you press back against the mirror.
He huffs softly into the curve of your neck, where he bit you only moments before. He chuckles and presses a kiss into the mark.
“Sorry, heard the lyrics and, well, I couldn’t help myself–”
Your fingers pull on his locks still trapped in their grip, the groan that leaves his chest makes you shiver. His eyes roll in their sockets as they look up at you, with his jaw dropping you whine seeing the tip of his tongue trace the path along his bottom lip.
“Hobi, please–”
“Please what?” He teases, his hands sliding down the mirror back to your hips where he presses you against the wall.
His thumbs sweep against the joint where hip and thigh meet. His mouth goes back to press kisses against your neck. Finding where you pulse beats and sucking another mark there.
You feel him smile against your skin as you whine, hands leaving his hair to grasp his shoulders. To move him to do something, because your cunt is empty and aching, and only getting words as his mouth makes new marks along your collarbone and neck. You need something more than just the teasing he’s giving you.
“Hobi–”
“Use your words baby, I need to hear what you want.”
His voice is a muttered groan against your throat as he kisses his way up to your ear. Taking the lobe between his teeth, he huffs a laugh as your nails dig impatiently into his shoulders.
“Want to feel you, need to feel you–fuck,” you don’t know what you want to say, though your hips pressing into the palms of his hands are an indication that you need friction.
He sucks on the shell of your ear, nipping the cartilage and smirking when you moan softly.
“Then be a good girl, and listen,” his voice is soft, and your eyes meet his as he pulls back. Hobi is gone, back is the Hoseok who makes every muscle in your body tremble after a hard dance practice. The one that makes you shiver. “Turn around, face the mirror.”
He pulls back, his warmth leaving your skin makes you tremble, but you’re quick to comply. Turning and pressing yourself to the mirror, hands level with your shoulders. Your legs spread shoulder width apart. You risk a glance up in the mirror.
Hoseok stands back observing you, eyes traveling down the exposed flesh of your back, eyes lingering on the curve of your hip, that disappears into the baggy expanse of your sweats. Before they drag back up and meet your gaze in the mirror. You’re quick to look away.
“Uh uh, no looking away tonight baby, eyes on me.”
You know he means it, the threat is clear in his voice, and all you want is for Hobi to touch you, to do something. So with reluctance your eyes come back up, meeting his gaze even as it makes you squirm.
“Good girl, listening so well.”
You preen at his praise, half tempted to spread your legs wider, but you resist as he returns to press against you. His lithe body molds, again so perfectly, into the curves of your own.
His hands find purchase on your hips, slipping forward to a stop over the ties of your sweats. His index finger curls the tie around toying with the simple knot.
Your gaze is still locked with Hoseok's in the mirror, watching his lips pull into another smirk as he leans forward pressing a kiss to your shoulder. Eyes never leaving yours as your hips press back into his, feeling the weight of a bulge between the globes of your ass. He lets out a grunt, grinding himself into you.
A breathy laugh leaves him.
“So eager, aren’t you?”
He whispers into your ear the hand not toying with your sweats, drifts higher. Fingers trace patterns along the curve of your waist stopping to tease the edge of your sports bra. The material is thin, you can’t stop the moan that leaves you as his finger traces up the swell of your breast.
The tip of his finger finding your nipple and swirling around the bud. He groans into your neck as he feels the flesh pebble beneath his touch. His lips and teeth attack your neck and shoulder. Marking the skin with nips, and then soothing the sting with his tongue and lips.
His hand gropes at your breast enjoying the softness of your flesh as it molds to his hand.
“Hoseok,” your voice is soft, a needy whine as your fingers flex against the mirror surface and your eyes watch his hands. Wanting so badly for him to loosen the tie, to slip beneath the waistband and delve lower.
“What baby?” He mumbles into your ear giving the lobe another nip which you gasp at the pain of, your hips press back and you smile as he moans into your hair the bulge growing as he toys with you. “What do you want?”
“Please, fuck, your fingers–” your plea is silenced by another bite, this one sinking into the meat of your shoulder. A wispy whine leaves you, and Hoseok soothes the mark with another kiss.
“What do you want, baby? Use your words.”
Another command and you obey.
“Need to feel your fingers on my cunt, or just fuck - in my cunt, please,” the noise he makes has your knees locking, fingers curling, nails scraping against glass.
It’s like lighting a match, his fingers yank the tie, the hem of your sweats sag, loose enough he’s able to slip under the fabric.
He cups your mound, the moan that leaves you is guttural, your body humming with need. Gasping as he cups you through your panties. The thin fabric soaked, his finger easily toying with your clit through the cotton barrier.
“Fuck, if I’d known you were this wet, wouldn’t have taken my time.”
He breaths into your ear, the tip of his finger swirling in indiscernible patterns around your clit. The friction is nice, but his touches are soft, delicate.
Not what you need even as you whine and attempt to grind into his hand. The hand at your breast teases and pinches your nipple. The pleasure and pain mingle in your mind. Your eyelids flutter closed as your fingers curl against the mirror.
“Eyes,” he whispers against the shell of your ear. Ever obedient you obey, eyes peeling open, finding his dark hazel gaze. Your innards stir, cunt clenching as you take in Hoseok’s appearance.
His hair is disheveled, the brown locks curling around his face, the bangs sweeping over his brow, giving him a shadowed look.
Darkening his eyes, sending another throb of need through you, as his intense gaze burns every inch of you.
His tongue flicks out every now and again wetting his bottom lip as he presses more kisses along the expanse of your shoulders. He leaves marks in his wake, the spots sting, but Hoseok is always quick to soothe them with a soft kiss or a kitten lick of his tongue.
You know you’ll be covered in his marks by the time he’s done. It makes your cunt flutter at the thought and you moan, pressing your forehead to the mirror.
You find Hoseok again, his gaze still locked onto yours. In the red glow of the lights he looks otherworldly, the shadows of his face almost black against the blood red of the highlights.
A demon you’d happily sell your soul to for nothing if only to gaze at his face a bit longer.
You're pulled out of your musings when Hoseok’s fingers with a quick flick push aside the barrier of your panties to finally touch your clit. The soft stroke of his finger along the neglected bud has you keening. The sudden spike of pleasure makes you jolt away from the sudden onslaught.
But Hoseok’s prepared for your retreat pressing you up against the mirror, he traps your hips with his own. The hand at your breast moves to grasp at your hip, pinning you to him. Huffing a laugh into the column of your throat giving the skin there another bite.
“No running away either,” he growls, his finger traces along the hood of your clit, before delving lower and pressing against the bud. The pleasure zaps through you, your cunt gushes, your knees quiver as you buck into his hand with another yelp of pleasure.
“Fuck, Hoseok–”
“Feel good?” He asks, watching his lips pull into a wicked smile as you mewl and pant against the mirror. Breath fogging over the smooth surface. The chill of it helps to alleviate some of the heat coming from both of you.
His pattern changes again, pressing again on your clit as your cunt throbs and your breath comes out in a quivering pant.
“Yes–fuck yes, feels so good–”
Hoseok presses more against you, rutting his hips into your ass, the hard length of his shaft nestled perfectly between the globes of your ass. He pants softly into your ear nuzzling another kiss into the corner of your jaw. Groaning as you press back into him meeting his every movement.
“Fuck baby, feel so good and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”
You whine in reply as his fingers venture lower, the feeling of his finger slipping into your folds teasing your wet opening. He chuckles into your neck.
“So fucking wet,” he whispers and you feel his lips sucking another mark onto your neck. Another gush of slick and Hoseok groans.
“What do you want?”
“Please–”
“Words, baby, I need to hear you say it.”
“Need your fingers in me, please, please stop teasing–”
He doesn’t wait for your plea to finish thrusting one long finger into you, your plea dies with a soft whine. He starts a slow steady pace, your cunt fluttering around his finger.
Just when you think you’re used to the first finger he adds another, your hips grind into his hand and his hips. All of his focus on fucking you open with his fingers.
“F–fuck, so tight,” the whisper of his voice makes your cunt clench, the twitch of his cock against your ass makes you moan. Your eyes struggle to stay open, as Hoseok’s own bore into you, watching the way your jaw drops open your eyes roll back as the tip of his finger rubs just right against that spongy spot deep in your cunt again and again and again.
The heel of his palm grinds against your clit with every thrust.
“Fuck Hoseok, fuck your fingers feel so good–” You babble, every thrust of his fingers pushing you closer and closer to the edge. The one you’ve been hanging on to for the last hour.
Hoseok presses closer, feeling the way your body tenses, the way your walls tighten around his fingers, and feels the warm slick dripping down his fingers, and your thighs, soaking your sweats.
“You gonna come, huh?”
He rasps against your ear pressing a kiss to the shell, the sounds of his voice makes your cunt flutter again. As his fingers thrust in again, he scissors the digits, there's a hint of pain cutting through the pleasure, but it only serves to push you closer.
As you gasp, fingers scramble against the mirrored wall. You whine, pressing desperately against him, he responds in kind, rutting his clothed cock against you harder.
“I’m so close, please,” your voice is a soft mewl as your hips grind desperately into his hand. Hoseok’s voice is breathless as he speeds up his hand. The wet noise of his fingers fucking you open mingle with the song still looping, again and again.
“Come for me,” he growls, fingers flexing into your hip, and his teeth find the meat of your shoulder again.
The sound of his command, the tension breaks, your body stills mouth dropping open in a silent cry as your body twitches. Cunt quivering around his fingers as he fucks you through your release. He groans, fingers slowing, the heel of his palm coming to rest against your oversensitive clit.
You let out a soft whine, as his palm grinds against you, fingers curling and rubbing against your walls. You pant, coming down from your high, finding Hoseok watching you in the mirror.
“Fuck, so pretty when you come.”
His praise makes you embarrassed, you go to hide from him again. The hand on your hip is quick grasping your chin and keeping you pinned beneath his gaze.
“No hiding,” his fingers flex against your neck. You shiver finding his dark gaze, those deep pits devouring you whole. As you greedily do the same.
“Hoseok,” you whisper his name, and he groans softly pressing into you. His fingers still buried in your cunt, the movement makes you gasp. Still sensitive from your first climax. “Hoseok, fuck me, need to feel you–”
He doesn’t let you finish, his fingers turn your head enough that he’s able to press a messy kiss to the corner of your lips. You follow his lead, pressing messy, needy kisses to his lips, wanting badly to reach more of him. But he only allows so much movement from your prone position against the mirror.
You jolt as his fingers slip from you, how empty your cunt feels without them. His hand leaves your neck, slipping down your back to grasp at the hem of your sweats, the other hand still wet with your slick goes to your other hip.
With a quick jerk your sweats and panties are pulled down, you gasp into Hoseok’s kiss as your cunt is exposed to the cool of the room. His foot slips between yours and with a soft nudge he coaxes your legs further apart.
You try to ignore that you can feel the slick clinging to your folds, and trails of it dripping down your thighs, you're still soaked and quivering for more.
Hoseok’s hands leave you for a moment, the soft rush of fabric, and then the heat of his cock settles between your ass cheeks again. He’s big and your eyes flutter at the thought of him filling you, Hoseok chuckles against your lips.
“What’s going on in that mind baby?”
You whine, pressing another messy kiss into his lips, as his hands find their way back to your hips, one slipping forward and finding your clit again to trace soft patterns into the bud.
“Need your cock, fuck, need it so bad Hoseok,” you gasp into his mouth, tongue slipping out to trace along his bottom lip, his own slips out to tangle with yours. He doesn’t reply, instead he maneuvers you both.
Backing up he pulls at your hips. Your front still pressed to the mirror, this new position forces your back to bow, and your legs spread, cunt all but on display for him.
Hoseok makes a noise low in his throat, a groan of appreciation as his hands wander over the curve of your ass, and his fingers toy again with your weeping folds. You whine and buck into his hands. Wanting so badly to be filled again.
Hoseok chuckles before sliding behind you again.
Your eyes flutter closed as you feel the head of his cock press between your folds. A sharp smack to your ass has you jolting, a pained grunt leaving you as your eyes snap open to glare at Hoseok, who gives you a wide smirk back.
“How many times do I have to tell you? Eyes. On. Me.”
He gives a smack to your ass, punctuating every word, your ass cheeks sting from his strikes, soft needy whimpers leave you. Hoseok groans as he feels more slick drip onto his cock.
“Gonna fuckin wreck you, baby,” he huffs and you nod, he presses in, the head of his cock stretches you like his fingers couldn’t.
A moan catches in your throat has he takes his time, fucking into you inch by slow inch. Feeling every quiver, throb and flutter of your cunt around him. Hoseok is panting above you as he finally bottoms out. He’s thick, his cock filling you deliciously full.
Your eyelids flutter, but you refuse to look away, watching as Hoseok’s jaw drops, the groan that leaves him as he fucks fully into you. The delicious sensations overwhelming him for a moment as your cunt clenches around him.
“Fuck, baby, fuck you feel so good,” he pauses, whether to let you adjust to him or to just feel you.
You don’t know, his fingers flex, fingers digging into the fat of your hips as he presses himself into you.
“Fuck–wanted this for so long.”
His mumble has you jolting, but before you can ask him what he means, his hands grasp your hips, fingertips digging into soft fat, finding purchase as he pulls out. Slow again, you both groan as the wet sounds of your coupling fill the room.
Your cunt clenches around him, needing him to fill you again. He pulls out till only the head remains inside, before fucking back in. Faster now that you're used to him. The slap of his hips against your ass echoes in the practice room.
“Fuck, Hoseok, please, faster–need you to fuck me,” you beg him, tired of the foreplay. You need him to destroy your cunt. Need to feel that unhinged energy you’d witnessed so many times in class, been so close to tasting in the year you’d been dancing with him.
“Don’t have to tell me twice baby,” he growls, and it’s all he needs.
His grip tightens on your hips and his lips bare his teeth in a feral snarl as his hips set a fast, rough pace.
He fucks into you with the abandon you’ve seen him dance with.
Taking his lower lip between his teeth as he thrusts hard and fast. Jolting you against the mirror, Hoseok pants and grunts with every thrust.
“Fuck look at you,” he mutters, voice a panted growl as he fucks harder into you. The length of his cock fills you again and again. The head of his cock grinding just right against your soaked walls.
“Look so good up against the mirror creaming all over my cock, fuck knew you’d look so pretty getting fucked on my cock.”
His words has your cunt gushing, and you answer his praise with little mewls and moans as he fucks you stupid against the mirror. His cock strokes against every part of your cunt, as he fucks you full.
The slap of his hips against your ass punctuate between lulls in the music. Your skin glows with sweat, your back arches as you press your hips back to meet his thrusts.
Moaning, and crying as he fucks you. Hoseok answers your noises with grunts and growls of his own. Gasping when your cunt flutters around him, signaling you're close again. Hoseok wants to bring you there again, to watch your body give everything to him.
“You close baby?” He growls between thrusts as his fingernails bite halfmoon marks into your skin. The pain only serves to pull you deeper into pleasure.
“Yes, fuck, yes–I’m soclose–”
He leans over your form one arm wrapping around your waist, the other placing a hand above you on the mirror, and with another quick kiss to your shoulder he ups his pace. Fucking into you with a speed none of your previous partners had ever reached.
Your climax hits you suddenly, as his hips piston in and out of you, you come around his cock with a sudden broken cry. Your cunt convulsing around his cock as he fucks you through your second orgasm of the night, his hand slithers down between your legs finding your clit.
Rubbing the little bundle of nerves you keen.
“Fuck! Hoseok!” Your body writhes attempting to get away from the sudden onslaught of pleasure as he keeps pistoning into your abused cunt. The pleasure rises again suddenly as your knees lock, and Hoseok’s cock throbs in your still pulsing cunt.
He gasps, as your cum again, sudden and blinding, white flashing before your eyes as you writhe in the prison that is his body. Warmth drips down your legs, and onto his.
“Fuck–” Hoseok groans as his cock twitches in your cunt, the warmth of his release painting your walls. He buries himself inside of you, both of you softly moaning as you feel his come fill you.
Your body shudders as you both remain there, your legs quivering, the only thing keeping you up at the moment is Hoseok’s solid arm around your waist. Muscles screaming for rest. Your mind rebooting as you process what the fuck just happened.
Hoseok’s breath is warm as he remains hunched over you. His cock softening, as it weeps the last few drops of his release into you. When he pulls out you both gasp, you shiver as you feel the mixture of your releases leak from your abused cunt.
Hoseok pulls back from you.
There’s the rustle of fabric, Hoseok tucking himself back into his own sweats. You linger for a moment, your body unwilling to move just yet. Also, unwilling to look at Hoseok head on.
The sounds of his footsteps going to the cabinet. The bass of the song interrupted as he pauses your phone. He’s brought the original lights back on as the darkness behind your eyelids brightened.
You know you need to address whatever the hell just happened, but another part of you just wants to bury your head in the sand. Not think about this, maybe move to an entirely new town.
You jolt as you feel Hoseok’s hands on your sweats, pulling them up and covering you from the chill of the room. You don’t mind that your panties will be ruined…hell your sweats probably are too.
“Come on, you gotta open your eyes at some point.”
He speaks softly as he finishes getting your sweats back to their original position, you almost want to play dumb. You can keep your eyes closed as long as you want. But you also just want to get this over with.
Opening them you finally look at Hoseok in the mirror.
He’s watching you, though this time not like before. Those soft hazel eyes looking at you like he’s waiting for the worst to happen.
You blink before turning around to actually look at him, he’s standing a bit back from you. Hands twisting behind him, so different from the Hoseok you’d very much just enjoyed fucking moments before.
“Listen–”
“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” Hoseok shuts you up before you could even formulate a sentence. You blink at him, speaking before thinking.
“What do you mean you’ve–”
“Since I handed you the flier and you started coming to class.”
He looks guilty, like he just pressured you into something, for a second your mind stalls, because you are a grown adult and you wholeheartedly consented to what just happened.
You don’t think as you step forward to press a kiss to his mouth, one he is quick in reciprocating. His hands find their way back to your hips as his tongue swirls with yours. You pull back your mind going fuzzy again. Your cunt is already wet at the thought of another round.
“I wanted to do that too, but fuck Hobi, you could have been a bit more obvious–”
“Obvious!? I was all over you in class, my dances got a lot more risque when I knew you were watching.”
You jolt, blinking up at him with something akin to the surprise Pikachu face. Hobi can’t stop the sudden laugh at your expression. But you’re melting into his hands as his thumbs rub circles into your hip bones. Your fingers clutch onto his arms as you blink owl-like in your confusion.
“You…were?”
“Oh my gosh girl,” he laughs leaning forward and pressing his forehead to yours. “I was trying so hard for you to see me.”
“Hobi I see you, you’re all I see, your dancing, your laugh…everything.”
Both of you standing in the middle of the dancefloor. Just ruminating on what’s been spoken. His hands are warm, as he pulls you closer nuzzling his nose into the crown of your head. Your arms wrap around his waist.
“So…where do we go from here?” You mumble into the warmth of his chest.
He smells wonderful, the musk of his sweat mixed with the heady spice of his cologne. You would stay here forever if you could. You sense he’s about to answer, but the loud gurgle of your stomach interrupts.
The laugh that leaves both of you echoes in the dance studio. You look up and meet those hazel eyes again, as he shoots you a wide heart-shaped smile and gives you a soft peck on the forehead.
“Let’s eat first and then we can figure out the heavy stuff, though I recall you stating your undying love to me if I got you jajangmyeon.”
His smile somehow widens as you laugh, fully intent on showing him how appreciative you are for the jajangmyeon, and for everything else.
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BTS Reaction | They Think You’re Friends With Them for the Fame
Pairing: BTS Memebers x Reader
Requested by anon: Can I pls request a BTS headcanons? They have a crush on their female friend who is not a celebrity, so they can't confess to her because of their reputation/job, but they are really close. One day someone from their company revealed a sensitive information about them. So, the members and the company accused her of it because they thought that she was only with them to become famous. They also told her many hurtful things. But later it was revealed that it was not her and they try to reconcile with her but it was too late. Can you please make it as angst?
Genre: angst
A/n: currently listening to bts for the week on my commute to uni!
Tunes: no music, watching Kim of Queens
Jin:
In all honestly the damage that was dealt was hard to look past
Seokjin when overboard in his accusation
He was nothing short of vile and horrible you
But you can’t really blame him
I mean this is livelihood and you’re
Or rather were
His best friend
So a betrayal from you would’ve been by far the worst
His one friend
So close to him who never seemed to care about his celebrity status
And this happened?
The pain that comes with it once he realizes he’s screwed up
And that nothing he does will fix that is a tough pill to swallow
Suga:
Kinda hard here for me
Cause Yoongi is already a quiet one
But when it comes to you, he’s never quiet
So the fact that it’s radio silent from the time the leak occurs
To when he end up confronting you about it
Shouldn’t come as a shock
And the amount of calm and distance he sets once he does confront you is honestly terrifying
Getting his trust back is tough
But him earning yours back one he realizes he’s made a horrible mistake is even harder
But he tries to make things right
If there’s one thing I say with confidence is that
J-Hope:
Hobi’s the one who’s the scariest when mad?
I’m making that up?
Well, if I am….
Just roll with it
Hoseok is so serious and stoic that it’s genuinely scary to be on the receiving end of that coldness
And he gets heated when he brings up the issue
Voice raise, eyes on fire
If fear doesn’t strike you at that moment….
Well, idk what to tell ya
He says some pretty vile things to you too
And when he realizes his mistake
The shame that he feels is immense
So much so that he can barely look you in the eye as he begs on his knees for your forgiveness
RM:
Similar to Suga in that’s Namjoon’s on the quiet side when it comes to the issue
He doesn’t bring it up immediately though
He takes some time and is much more silent than usual as he takes some time to think
He doesn’t want to do something rash
But he also can’t help but think that you would do something like this
In mind, as much as he may think he knows you
He really feels as though he doesn’t know a damn thing about you
When he finally approaches the subject with you
It gets fired up pretty quickly and ends with a mutual loss of trust
For many reasons
When the truth comes out that it wasn’t you
Guilt
Just pure guilt
And he doesn’t have the heart to tell you everything to your face
So he writes a letter
Voices everything there and prays you will at least read it
Jimin:
Heartbroken
Betrayed
Hurt
Confused
So many emotions are going through Jimin’s mind as he processes this information
I wouldn’t be surprised if he started crying when he asks you about it
But he’s also so frustrated with the situation that he can’t really listen to you
He’s heartbroken and angry and gosh it’s hard
In his feelings he accuses you and it doesn’t well
When he does realize that he’s in the wrong
He on your front step
Tears streaming down his face again as he apologizes for not trusting you
For being so quick to jump ship
And that he understands if he’s already lost your friendship
Because even he would struggle to forgive himself
He does struggle to forgive himself
V:
You can’t tell me he would go to the Wooga Squad for help
And the members
As much as he would want to keep it between the two of you
Taehyung needs some advice from people he can trust to make sure he’s not going overboard
And ultimately they can’t give him much
It’s best for them to stay out of it and let you two handle it
The initial conversation starts off quite mature
But it goes down south as you both struggle to see eye to eye and understand one another
Emotions run high, but you both stop the conversation before it gets too bad
But damage has already been dealt
But compared to the rest probably on the less serious side?
When he does apologize, it’s rough
You can’t undo what’s been done, but ultimately here
You guys are a thousand steps ahead of the game
Jungkook:
Sweet little Jeongguk
The tears this man will shed
It breaks my heart thinking about it tbh
He’s a stubborn one too though
He won’t budge even while in tears as he confronts you about it
You cry seen him hurt and not trust you being his friend for the sake of having a friend
Nothing is said other than the whole trust thing and a word or two that was said in the moment
And upon the realization of his screw up
He’s still stubborn about it, but not for long
(5 minutes)
He’s apologizing and recognizing his mistakes
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Welcome to Your Fave Album Is Gender
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Girls/Girls/Boys - Panic! At The Disco single
Death Of A Bachelor - Panic! At The Disco album
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Hi guys! Since it won the poll here's my REAL first ever Pizza tower au! It's more of a fan project since they don't really look like their Pizza Tower counterparts but :3c
Let me introduce you to.........
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PUREE PILLAR!!
I've waited so long to show this AU to you guys I'm so excited!!!!!
Puree Pillar goes along with the usual pizza tower lore, owner of a business gets threatened by a giant sentient piece of food that wants to blow up their building yada yada yada....
BUT‼️‼️
The main character ain't no ordinary peppino no siree
Instead, they're basically entirely different!! They look... Nothing alike probably.
Let me introduce you to the characters!!
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Susie! (Peppino) : Susie is a not-so-young (he's old as shit) woman running a small beverage shop called Susie's Smoothies! (You will never guess what she sells. /j) Yeah, he has a smoking addiction she can't get rid of, but that doesn't stop her from kicking ass!!!!! (He is very depressed) AND on top of that!! She's a war veteran!! Crazy right!! She had a group of 3 other friends that had passed away during the war. Poor Susie can't catch a break... But on a lighter note, she rides a motorcycle! Woah!!
Next up we have..
Mia!! (Gustavo) : Mia is Susie's best friend and has been since they were wee little children! How adorable!! They've been with Susie through thick and thin, always helping each other out! (But Mia is not in fact, a war veteran like Susie.) She works with Susie and helps her run the shop. They care a lot about each other!! And her giant pet hedgehog Pebble!! :3c
(God this is getting long)
Berry! (The Noise) : Berry is a circus performer along with his girlfriend Drupe! Him and Susie are rivals, always getting into fights those two.. Berry is his stage name! What's his real name you say? I have no fucking clue
Drupe! (Noisette) : As stated before, Drupe is Berry's girlfriend! She runs her own little bakery somewhere in the pillar! (Or well, tower)
The Assailant. (The Vigilante) : He's a sentient glop of smoothie that anyone who dares to break the law must answer to! He's quite a fancy fella, but if you break a law.. Pray! Cause your ass MIGHT die!!! And he thinks he's a real human being! What a weirdo (/j)!!
DJ Apple! (Pepperman): DJ here is quite a cool guy! He makes sick beats that everyone enjoys! So much so they might break a hip from dancing too hard! Where did he get that chunk bit out of him? Why is his hand missing? ..... Who knows! But he still manages to make some good music!
Fake Susie! (Fake Peppino) : Whatever this thing is, it's creepy! How did it get in here! Why does she look so much like Susie? It's weird!! It's entirely made of smoothie, kinda like The Assilent! But why is she not as intelligent as him? Sometimes she can be found in vents! How the fuck did he get in there get him out
(I'm pretty sure you know what the purpose of the ingredients ((toppins)) are so I won't write about them)
Mr Trick! (Mr Stick) : Mr Trick here is a scammer!! Watch out!! He's very greedy, and would choose money over anything!
Nate! (Snick) : It's him!!
Orange Head... (Pizza Head) : He's the big bad of the pillar! The one who started it all! Boy I hate this guy! He knows... Strangely a lot about Susie... I wonder why!
Orange Face... (Pizza face) : He's a giant floating hunk of junk made by Orange Head! It's only that big so he can fit his fat ass inside!! Orange face chases Susie out of the levels once the timer reaches 0 so she can't get out! But Susie is usually too fast for him.
And last but not least...
Jerald! (Gerome) : He's the janitor/plumber of the pillar, the only one that has the key to special rooms!
GOD THAT WAS A LOT
anywaysss I hope you guys will enjoy this au as much as I do! Which is a lot!! This is basically my main au since I've been focusing on it a lot lately
But yeah!!! Holy shit!!! I can finally share this!!
#pizza tower au#puree pillar#puree pillar au#susie#mia#pebble#berry#drupe#DJ Apple#fake susie#the ingredients#orange head#orange face#jerald#nate#mr trick#my art#pizza tower#the assailant
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Gone in the Sky 2
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Second part of the muse inspired by @queep1
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The days drift by. Every morning, before the sun has risen, Elesa jolts awake and scrambles for her phone. Blinking against the brightness, Elesa scrolls through every news outlet and website, every message, every text, her heart aching.
Nothing.
The spark's gone. When Elesa's on the catwalk, she finds the lights are too bright, the music too loud.When she looks into the crowd, every hint of blue or red makes her gut twist. All Elesa can think about is her, and it hurts too much. The crowd doesn't cheer like they used to. Her manager complains, her fellow models protest, but Elesa doesn't hear them. It's destructive, she knows, and it isn't what she would have wanted, but Elesa can't help it.
Every day, she's tormented by how she never told her. When it mattered most, she'd lost her nerve, and nothing hurts more than knowing she had left seeing Elesa as a coward.
Nimbasa's too much now. The articles constantly remind Elesa how far her reputation has fallen. The entertainments only remind her of those precious days with her, all those missed opportunities. Nimbasa's too bright, too loud, and Elesa can't stomach it.
So, she'll leave.
Elesa withdraws from the agency, the gym, and sells the house. When Elesa packs her bags the day before departure, she lingers on a picture. The two of them together. She looked so happy with her arm around Elesa's waist, resting her head on Elesa's shoulder. When was this taken? Elesa's appalled to find she can't remember. Her stomach twists, and she sobs as she tosses it away.
Of all people, it's Lacey who watches as Elesa climbs into a taxi close to midnight. Elesa's done well to hide her intentions from the rest, but Lacey always knows when someone's heart drifts. She gently wishes the best for Elesa and asks if she'll come back before Lacey leaves for the academy.
Elesa doesn't answer. She doesn't have the nerve.
She has nerve enough to settle in her town. Mistralton is Nimbasa's opposite, open and airy. No glamour, but sincere. The planes come and go, and Elesa always watches them. She remembers how she would chatter about planes, occupying whole afternoons with facts and praise about them. Elesa clings to those memories. They're all she has left.
She takes work at the airport, handling baggage. The routine keeps her calm. Elesa can even smile sometimes, thinking about how she would joke about the supermodel stepping down from up high to mingle with the commoners. She treasures every memory of her laugh, her smile.
Elesa walks past her house sometimes. The emptiness clenches in her gut every time. Miles hasn't had been able to bring himself to sell it, but if he does, Elesa will be there, check in hand. She couldn't live with anything of hers going to anyone else.
Sometimes she gets a text, a call, and Elesa dares to hope, but in the end it's only one of the others. They reach out, offering help, therapy, anything she needs. Elesa knows she should accept. It's what she would want. But she can't. Not yet. She doesn't have the nerve.
Sometimes Elesa walks through Mistralton, tracing the routes she had always loved to guide Elesa around. Sometimes she finds herself at the top of Celestial Tower. It's quiet there. Nothing but wind and spirits. She had always loved it here.
They say if the bell rings, comfort comes to the lost. Elesa prays for it to be so, but when she rings the bell, her heart is still adrift and tormented. As the bell slowly sways, Elesa whimpers.
"Please, tell me. Tell me how I can find her."
She pushes the bell again. It rings. No answer. Elesa's tears run hot down her cheeks.
"J-Just tell me what to do. How do I find her?!"
She shoves the bell. The ringing hurts her ears. No answer. She wants to scream.
"Tell me, please! Tell me where she is! Tell me how to find her!"
She punches the bell. Something cracks, hot pain flaring through her arm, but Elesa can't care. She slumps down before the bell, the ringing echoing in her ears, and sobs.
#pokemon#airplaneshipping#gym leader elesa#skyla#elesa#pokemon elesa#pokemon skyla#gym leader skyla#pokemon black and white#pokemon gym leader#au
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I did a thing.
An Inexorable Fate by Helholden
Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power (TV 2022), The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types
Warnings: Teen And Up Audiences | No Archive Warnings Apply | F/M | Complete Work
Relationship(s): Galadriel/Halbrand (The Rings of Power)
Tags: Galadriel, Halbrand (The Rings of Power), Elf/Human Relationship(s), Denial of Feelings, Nature Versus Nurture, Fluff and Angst, Romantic Fluff, Unresolved Tension, Declarations Of Love, Late Night Conversations, Existential Angst, Existentialism, Good and Evil, Good versus Evil, Hints of Sauron!Halbrand, But Can Be Read As Just Halbrand, If You're Not Down With That Train, I Wrote This While Listening to Hozier's Music, OTP: Keep It With Me Always, OTP: Bind It to My Very Being, Post-Episode 6: Udûn
A/N: Many, many hints of Sauron!Halbrand, but barely beneath the surface and never explicitly spoken, so if that's not your thing, fear not. Can be totally read without all of that subtext. But the subtext was intentional. Oh so intentional. If you like it, love it, let me know! I might write more if y'all want it.
Summary:
“Pray tell,” she whispered back, “what is this, then?”
There were many words for what this was, and yet none of them seemed to do it justice. He sought for moments trying to grasp at it until he found himself speaking outside of himself by a voice that seemed hardly of his own accord. “We seek acceptance, do we not?” Halbrand reasoned, meeting Galadriel’s eyes. “You and me, we are the outsiders amongst our own people, but together, we are a unified front. We could send a message together. Show them it’s possible. Not just hope, but goodness. Altruism in its purest form . . . ” His hand had found its way back to her cheek, flushed pink and so, so warm to the touch.
Love, came the thought, but he banished it as soon as it reared its head from the depths.
* * *
The overlook swirled with snow, a light fall that shrouded the sky in a grey mist. It was on the edge of the world above a vast mountain range of white-tipped peaks. Each one shot upwards into the sky like spikes, and it gave the view an eerie feeling. She stepped up beside him, cloaked in white and beaten grey leathers, wisps of loose blonde hair flowing freely from her braid in the wind. Her face was no longer covered in blood and ashes, and the color was strong on her cheeks. She was healing from the beating she took almost as good as he was recovering from his own, and she stood straighter than him. It made him smirk to think of it.
He took her hand, cold and icy despite the leather that wrapped his palms for protection. She seemed taken aback by the gesture, but only the look in her eyes gave it away. Her body did not move. She reckoned she could flip him if needed, he calculated, but she didn’t believe it would be necessary.
She was right about that.
A fire crackled on the logs behind them within an alcove wrought from weather and time. He had soaked the wood in liquor to burn it quickly. Up this high, it was warmth or death for most. Luckily, despite that or because of it, they were spared an audience for once. No need to whisper. It reminded him of that brief time right after the first battle when they had sat alone together in the woods. He had told her something then he was not so sure he had intended to say out loud, but a part of him deep down longed for nothing more, and so he did.
It seemed his emotions regarding her would send him to many unnamed places.
“Do you trust me?” he asked, staring at the dangerous view before them. A silly question. Neither of them would be here on this mountain if it weren’t for the other. They had followed each other up here, and fought through the peril side by side. There was blood on her blade as real as the blood on his own sword. They were in this together, blood for blood.
“Haven’t decided yet,” she mused aloud, a soft smile on her lips. Gods, he loved her smile. It caused the corner of his mouth to crinkle up. She never gave a damn about propriety most of the time. It was one of the most charming things about her.
“Good,” Halbrand quipped. “You shouldn’t place your trust in people so easily. We are more fickle than elven folk.”
The slightest of smiles tugged at Galadriel’s lips. “Are you trying to warn me, Lord Halbrand?”
“Hardly,” he said, the humor falling away from his voice. His eyes scanned the horizon. “Did we come here for nothing?” he finally asked.
His question dropped them into deep silence. The ash and soot had spread wide in the eruption, covering everything within sight. The mountain was bright and bloody, flowing ever freely each moment. He knew what this was without having to ask questions, and a part of her already knew as well or had discovered it in Númenor. The solemn acceptance with which she faced it spoke volumes to him.
Her hand slipped away from his, causing him to look down before looking up again. She was walking towards the edge, surveying the wide world below.
“Not nothing, no,” Galadriel told him. “Our efforts are not in vain. We can still stop this. Together, we can stop this. I have every faith in that, Lord Halbrand.”
It hurt to hear her say that, but it wasn’t the type of pain he was used to. It was different. Halbrand didn’t know what to call it. He had never felt it before. He had never seen a single being before possess as much self-assurance in their convictions outside of her. Galadriel was one of a kind. She was special.
That much he knew, even if he did not understand the feeling it had stirred within him.
The backdrop of nightfall was approaching fast, shrouding her visage in blue and silver. The pieces of metal in her clothing and hair caught the moonlight and starlight and set her ablaze in light. Galadriel almost glowed against the sky, and Halbrand found himself walking toward her to join her by the cliff’s edge. He glanced over her shoulder from behind, the sight dizzying to say the least. They were sequestered against the wall, an overhang of rock and roof above their heads—a crumbled vestige of the fortress it once was. The whole wall ahead of them had fallen off the edge of the mountain. Its boulders lay broken on the empty and abandoned roads far, far below. Empty and abandoned like this place.
Except for them.
“If you believe it, then so do I,” he whispered next to her ear, causing Galadriel to lean against him in a moment of lessened inhibition. A little sigh wracked her lungs. He felt her hand reach back and grip his, layers and layers of leathers between them. It was too cold for what he wanted to do to her. Thank the gods, because he didn’t know if she would kill him for even thinking about it.
“I believe it,” she murmured, and he found himself yet again possessed by something he didn’t quite understand yet. He moved closer until they were no more than an inch apart from each other. A risk, yes, but a calculated risk with heavy payoff and reward.
For some reason, she stuck around unlike the rest, so maybe—just maybe—the feelings were mutual.
“Come back to the fire with me,” he murmured. “It will keep you warm. It’s freezing up here.”
She turned around as if space wasn’t an issue, staring up at him with a smile. Her eyes twinkled with mischief. “Lord Halbrand, I do not feel the cold as you do. If you wish to return to the fire to keep warm, all you need do is ask.”
A jest. He felt his mouth fall open a little. She was brazen sometimes with her choice of words. He had never met an Elf with her fire before. They were all so demure. Not her. His eyes fell to her lips. She was so close. All he had to do was lean forward to close the space between them.
“ . . . Lord Halbrand?”
He looked up. Galadriel’s brow was furrowed, her expression one of worry. Like she was worried about him. If only she knew his thoughts. He was surprised she couldn’t read them outright. It seemed like a gift she ought to possess.
“Are you all right?” Galadriel asked. It was firmer this time. Her free hand came to touch his cheek. Her palm, it was so warm; it caused his eyes to drift nearly shut. He felt his body move forward of its own accord, possessed by this feeling utterly.
She disappeared like a breeze from his touch. Halbrand’s eyes shot open, finding her before him still but distant, having released his hand and cheek and pulled away from him. There was a foot or two between them now, and his body felt cold without her next to him. His breathing deepened, a nervousness overtook his movements.
“Have I offended you?” he asked quietly. “I thought . . . I thought you felt the same as me. As what I spoke to you by the stream’s edge. You said—”
Galadriel’s lips thinned slightly. She tilted her chin up. “—I felt it, too,” she finished for him. “I remember it well, Lord Halbrand.”
Unsure, he took a step forward. Galadriel countered it with one step back. He stopped. This was a dance. A very old one.
“Why do you step back from me, Galadriel?” He spoke her name with its Elvish enunciation, which caused her eyes to widen somewhat as if in surprise. “Have I shown you harm, or hate? Or anything else unsavory in nature?” Her nostrils flared a little almost in anger at what he suggested.
“Lord Halbrand,” Galadriel stated firmly, “I don’t understand your mea—”
“Oh, don’t be so obtuse,” Halbrand shot back, emotion taking him over. “You’ve pushed at me since day one. Do you think I’m going to fall for the innocent woman routine now?”
Her eyes grew fiery. “How dare you—”
Halbrand held up his hand in an attempt to quell what he had accidentally started in haste. “I meant only that you pretend to not understand my meaning,” he rectified. “It is not a judgment on the pureness of your character, but that I know—” he looked her directly in the eyes, “—that you understand me.”
Galadriel looked furious. Her cheeks were flushed, and he wanted to kiss them. That was the wrong thought to have right now. “What if I did?” she threw back at him. “What if I did understand you? What would it change, Lord Halbrand? I am an Elf, you are a Ma—”
Halbrand held up a single finger to his own lips, slowly shaking his head. He did not interrupt her this time. She just stopped speaking. She looked like she would burst from the effort alone, staring at him in earnest now. Lost herself, for once. He took the moment to close the distance she had put between them. Halbrand gently took her hand in his grip again, covering it with the other. “What does it matter? What we are?” He shook his head. “Does it not matter more ‘who’ we are?” Galadriel’s bottom lip shook ever so slightly. “Who are we, Galadriel?”
She shook her head softly. “I don’t know,” she whispered in response.
“Are we at war with one another, Galadriel?”
“No,” she answered quickly, “of course not.”
He took the hand laid upon hers and put it above her heart just below the collarbone. “Is this war, what we feel?”
She trembled beneath his hand. She was looking him in the eyes at least. “No . . . ”
“We are not enemies,” he murmured, leaning ever closer to her face. “We are friends, are we not?”
“Yes . . . ”
He leaned closer, inches away from her lips. He could feel her soft breath touch his skin. “There is no hate between us, no strife . . . ”
“Lord Halbrand—”
“Halbrand, please,” he corrected her in a whisper, and she shuddered enough he could feel that, too. “Galadriel, this is not war you feel—”
“What is it, then?” she interrupted, and he knew it right then.
This was the moment that would damn him forever.
“Can I show you?” he suggested ever so slightly, brushing her chin with his fingers. Only at her behest would he make so bold a move. She faltered. It was such a small quiver. He barely saw it, but he felt it beneath his fingertips, and it caused him to lean ever closer to her. Her breath washed over his lips, and he forgot himself.
There were no great words to describe what happened next. It was primal, instinctual, but mingled with love and respect and the smallest twinge of fear. Her lips tasted of no fruit, but they were sweet, and soft, and she kissed him back with an effort that was just barely there. His mouth parted, and so did hers; a dance both their kind knew from the beginning of the world to the end of it.
Her fingers found a way to snake into his hair, gripping it with enough force it hurt just a little, and he kissed her back more fervently. She knew what this was; he had no need of telling her, but it wasn’t that he wanted most of her. There were other things, deeper and more primal than lust alone, and they could have that one day, if . . .
“ . . . Halbrand?”
He sighed softly, pausing and laying his forehead against hers. “Yes, Galadriel?”
“This cannot go futher than it already has.”
He raised her hand to his mouth, kissed the top of her knuckles. They had healed already from their war wounds, and the blood had been washed away. Her skin was pure and clean.
“I do not seek to besmirch your honor in that way,” he finally murmured, staring at her skin. It was so white, he could see the blue beneath it.
“Pray tell,” she whispered back, “what is this, then?”
There were many words for what this was, and yet none of them seemed to do it justice. He sought for moments trying to grasp at it until he found himself speaking outside of himself by a voice that seemed hardly of his own accord. “We seek acceptance, do we not?” Halbrand reasoned, meeting Galadriel’s eyes. “You and me, we are the outsiders amongst our own people, but together, we are a unified front. We could send a message together. Show them it’s possible. Not just hope, but goodness. Altruism in its purest form . . . ” His hand had found its way back to her cheek, flushed pink and so, so warm to the touch. Love, came the thought, but he banished it as soon as it reared its head from the depths.
Galadriel’s eyes darkened ever so slightly. “What does goodness have to do with what is between us, Halbrand?”
He swallowed. Too much, he thought. Too much. “I . . . ” His voice caught in his throat. How could he fix this before it spiraled away from him forever? His fingers laced with hers, clutching them tightly. “I don’t know, but I know together we can do anything. I am more myself with you than I have been in a very long time, Galadriel . . . ”
When he said her name like that, her eyelids fluttered almost to a close. Halbrand clasped her neck and pulled her to his lips; he couldn’t help it this time. The feeling overpowered him, and the light touch of her fingers dancing across the back of his own neck sent his hairs on end and a tingle all the way down his spine. He kissed her in earnest, parting lips and sliding his tongue forward between hers. A little moan escaped her, and his other hand found its way to her waist, gripping her closely to his body. Leathers and layers between them, but his skin was on fire.
She dug her nails into his flesh at the nape, leapt easily into his arms with a litheness he had seen her use only in battle; her legs were wrapped around his waist, and she held onto him tightly. The move took him by surprise, but the shock of it wore off into fiercer kisses that took them over to the fire, and then to the blankets thrown down into a makeshift bed he had put together earlier for his watch. This would not go too far, he knew, but he also didn’t want it to stop just yet.
She fit beneath him easily, but she had slithered into a less compromising position where he did not lay between her legs yet still remained on top of her. Their kisses had slowed down to something of a smolder like the embers in the deepest part of the fire. He touched her face, and she, his; his lips strayed to her cheeks. One by one, he kissed them, before turning upward to her forehead. His hand cupped her face, and he placed the lightest brush of his lips against her brow.
Galadriel held onto his wrist, her thumb sliding back and forth against his skin. It burned him.
He pulled back, wanting to see her eyes. They were so blue; they sparkled lively against the backdrop of stone and snow. Halbrand found himself brushing a stray piece of hair from her forehead, tucking it behind her ear. Their eyes met between his wandering gaze as it drank her in, and her voice cut through the silence as her hand slid up his arm to touch his cheek.
“You are a good man,” Galadriel assured him. Her voice was not weak. Always firm, even in its whispers.
The bottom of his stomach dropped out. It felt hollow in his throat. He swallowed. His mouth suddenly felt dry. “Do you mean that?” He could feel the disbelief on his face, and he couldn’t hide the incredulous tone in his voice. “Do you really believe that, or are you just saying it because it feels like the right thing to say?”
When she looked up at him, her gaze felt warmer than the fire. “You are a good man, Halbrand,” she repeated. “You don’t give yourself enough credit.”
Halbrand shook his head. “I don’t know that I’d call myself good . . . ”
“Bad, then?” Galadriel ventured, her fingers falling from his cheek to caress his neck. He closed his eyes hard, trying to will away the desire to own her completely and utterly, a pull in his nature he felt always and yet he was trying so hard to be something other than that. For once.
“No . . . ” he whispered.
“Well, in that case, somewhere in the middle. Just like the rest of us,” she finished up for him.
There was an assurance to her tone that even the gods would fear. It sent tingles up his spine. Made his hair stand on end. She was on point about all things, about all people. She would throw herself away for others, and it meant little else to her what the other person thought about it. She did it for nothing else but that she cared for the well-being of others above her own. No ulterior motive. It was terrifying—when he really thought about it. Survival instincts being so high in their natures, to cut that tie, it took a lot of brass.
More brass than most people had in their entire lifetimes.
“You don’t think we have all made decisions that haunt us at night sometimes, even though it kept us alive?” she asked softly. It was more than a question of whether it was done. Why did we do it, and was it even worth it? he heard her ask, but the words weren’t spoken. He felt them like a current beneath the water, warm and true.
Then the cold snuck beneath his furs like the icy speared tips of the truth hidden behind her words, and it made him shiver.
She wrapped her arms around his neck as if to shield him, easily lifting a loose fur blanket over them to keep him warm. He opened his eyes at last, seeing her sparkling eyes meet his across the short space between them. She was the main source of heat aside from the fire. Life, he thought, wanting to keep her in his arms always. The urge was so overpowering. He couldn’t understand the intensity of it.
“Not everyone has your commitment and courage,” Halbrand ventured. Ever since he had grabbed her hand on that raft, he had never regretted it. She had been by his side through thick and thin. When all others had fled, he was always there to grab her hand, and her, she was always there to grab his.
He couldn’t ruin this. Not this, so pure of all things.
His thumb grazed her bottom lip. Her body froze, the tension running deep. His fingers fell down, caressing her jaw. Her chest heaved with the first breath she took, loosening suddenly with a shudder. She closed her eyes, opening them again just a moment later.
He felt Galadriel tremble at her own words. “You are not making this easy.”
He shook his head. “I’m not trying to make it hard either,” he admitted softly. “I just needed to tell you.”
“Why here? Why now?”
It was a good question. “Because it’s just you and me,” he said. “The whole world is gone, and it’s just you and me here, and I’ve never felt more at home.”
A shuddered breath left her lungs.
“But,” he said softly, “at least then I can say I once loved this lady, and maybe . . . maybe she loved me, too. And maybe it didn’t last in the end, but what does? Life is ephemeral, and so are the things within it. We still eat good food. We still drink fine wine. We still sleep on feather pillows, don’t we?” The tension left Galadriel’s body as she looked up at him, but her breaths deepened. “May I?” he asked, laying a hand on her waist. She nodded in an uneven manner, the first hint of real timidity he had ever seen in her. He wrapped his arm around her waist, moving off of her and pulling her back close to his chest under the blanket of fur. Halbrand rested his chin on her shoulder. She fell easily into the embrace, and he sighed into her hair. It smelled both earthy and floral, and he just wanted to lay like this until the world fell away around them. “If it’s frightening,” he said, “let me be a shield for you.”
“That is a lot to trust you with . . . ”
“You already do.”
Her silence was the only answer he needed to hear. He had saved her life twice. He had given her free reign as she had done with him, and they had already shared so much together. This was just the next step, wasn’t it? If she wanted it, which he didn’t know if she did, to be honest, but it felt right.
She stayed there, in his arms that night, and maybe it was all she needed to say.
#galadriel x halbrand#halbrand x galadriel#galadriel#halbrand#sauron!halbrand#rings of power#my fic#otp: keep it with me always#otp: bind it to my very being
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Scream- Chapter Seven
Ruby jiggled the door handle then banged on the door, “ hey! JJ!” She shouted but it was no use, the music from the party was too loud, drowning out any noise she made.
With a sigh she turned and went back down the steps, pressing the garage door button and walking over as it began to open.
Only after a couple seconds it started to go back down, “ oh c’mon seriously?” Ruby muttered to herself, turning around and preparing to press the button again.
Only she paused, seeing someone dressed as ghostface on the top of the stairs, she took a nervous breath and swallowed hard.
“ funny costume Pope..” she said quietly, an uncomfortable feeling settling in her stomach as she was met with silence.
She took a nervous breath and slowly went up the steps, trying to open the door again but the the person stopped her.
“Pope c’mon, it was a funny joke but I need to get these beers to JJ..” she said, looking up at the person.
But they shook their head no, making her heart pound in fear, “ You wanna play psycho killer?” She asked, backing up as the person nodded.
She took another deep breath, praying that maybe this could buy her some time if she just played along, “ can I be the helpless victim?” She asked, her heart sinking as the person nodded once more.
Her eyes narrowed, “ hm.. I see..” she said and adjusted the beers in her arm, “ please don’t kill me mr. ghostface. I wanna be in the sequel” she said in mock terror before trying to shove past the person.
They shook their head no again, shoving her back and making her stumble, sending the beers crashing to the floor.
“Pope what the hell!” She yelled, fear finally showing as they pulled out their knife, making her try to back away.
She cringed as they backed her against the fridge, holding the knife against her throat- only she recognized that cologne, it overwhelming her senses.
She prayed for it to not be true as she ducked and opened the freezer door, hitting them with it before running up the steps.
She punched and kicked at the door, slamming her shoulder against it and desperately jiggling the door handle, praying it would just open.
“ JJ! Sage! God anyone please!” She cried, scared tears streaming down her face, she took a shaky breath, watching as the person made their way over to her again.
She reached down and grabbed a beer bottle, throwing it, grabbing any useable ones she could, throwing desperately.
They lunged for her and she tackled them down the stairs before crawling towards the garage door, her breaths coming out in petrified wheezes.
She crawled through the kitty door, yelling in horror as she realized her boobs had gotten stuck, she tried squirming, desperately trying to get out.
She let out a terrified whimper, she couldn’t hear the person anymore and she was stuck, a feeling of dread overtaking her.
“ no! No no no no!” She cried, her legs flailing as the garage door started to go up, she screamed, tears streaming down her face as she squeezed her eyes shut.
But suddenly the safety feature kicked in, forcing the garage door to stop- she’d never been more thankful that she forced JJ to get it than in this moment.
She felt the person behind her, kicking her legs out in hopes to make contact- a blood curdling scream escaped her lips as they stabbed her in the leg, slowly dragging it up.
Her other leg began to kick, desperately trying to save herself- but that leg also got the same treatment as the other.
The garage door went back down and she once again tried to get free, the blood from her legs making it too slippery.
She shrieked as the person pulled her out, she went to hit at them but they stabbed her right in the stomach.
Her eyes widened in horror as she looked down at the knife, dropping to ground as they released- only she was able to grab ahold of the mask.
Standing above her was none other than her twin brother, looking at her with so much hatred in his eyes.
“J-John B…?” She choked out, blood seeped out of her mouth, he crouched down in front of her, “ it had to happen.. sorry sis..” he said, watching as her body went limp, the mask dropping from her hand.
John B grabbed the mask and stood up, wiping off his knife and turned leave.
Mission accomplished..
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𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃! 𝐑𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐨, 𝒜𝓁𝓁 ℐ ℰ𝓋ℯ𝓇 𝒩ℯℯ𝒹ℯ𝒹
Aired 02.16.23
A journey to Egypt, through the sounds of Beach House, Spelling, Marvin Gaye, and more.
Listen in Spotify and Apple Music.
A special episode hosted and blog written by Alonso Bueno
When will I learn?
My post-high school grad existential crisis was in full swing in the fall of 2021. After arguably one of the best summers of my life, I found myself conflicted. My friend group broke into a civil war over the prettiest of things. The girl I fancied no longer found my fear of making the first move charming. Oh, and God? Well, let's just say we aren't on speaking terms.
November 2021 rolled around and so did my trip abroad. Months earlier, a dear friend of mine invited me to see him run a marathon in Istanbul. To make our trip worthwhile, we added Egypt to the itinerary and invited other friends. Istanbul was amazing; I could literally write a book on how much I love that city. My trip to Egypt on the other hand was much more... thought-provoking. The sight of extreme poverty combined with my already ongoing existential crisis made me question everything. Whatever little clarity I had, was completely wiped away on this leg of my trip. Only the music buzzing through my AirPods could preserve any sense of sanity.
The set kicks off with “On the Sea” by Beach House. The slow fade-in of the piano is almost soothing. But the lyrics quickly turn the mood somber.
“Out on the sea, we’d be forgiven
Our bodies stopped the spirit leavin’”
As I flew over the Mediterranean I thought about how easy it’d be to leave it all behind. Maybe if I never went back home I could just forget all my anxieties. Live free.
Just like J. Cole expresses the difficulty of leaving behind his anxiety in “St. Tropez”, I too couldn’t abandon mine by traveling across the globe. They were embedded in my psyche.
I discovered Spelling through Anthony Fantano, unfortunately. Nevertheless, “Turning wheel” is a great tune. That song along with “Finally Alone” by Mac DeMarco embodied what I felt when I stepped out of the Cairo International Airport for the first time. A sense of optimism rushed through me. I was ready to shed my boring suburban life and immerse myself in a setting entirely out of my element.
“Cien Años” by Pedro Infante is a love song, the only one on the set. We ended our first night on a boat, floating along the Nile River, eating Koshary. I was feeling romantic, oddly enough. I reminisced on the women in my life. Something that would typically torment me, ended up evoking a sense of happiness. I felt grateful to have had them in my life.
“Y sin embargo sigues
Unida a mi existencia
Y si vivo cien años
Cien años pienso en ti”
The set takes on a more melancholic tone with “Crown” by Kendrick Lamar and “Weight of the World” by Jordana. Our road trip to Alexandria was mostly made up of me reflecting. As I sat in the van for hours I pondered on the meaning of life. What is there to do about all this suffering? I felt powerless. I wanted to pray, but like I said, me and the big guy aren’t on speaking terms.
The next two songs on this set are sort of juxtaposing in a way. “How Great” by Chance the Rapper shows the side of me that wanted close my eyes, cross my fingers, and hope that God will solve all my problems. Marvin Gaye’s “Mercy Mercy Me” shows the side of me that was forced to recognize the problems in the world for what they were. We can tackle them head-on, and make tangible decisions. But hope alone won’t be enough.
“What about this overcrowded land
How much more abuse from man can she stand?”
“Waves” by Calpurnia | “Bubba” by Jack Larsen | “Blooming” by Amulets
My last day in Egypt was spent Jeep-ing through the desert of Faiyum. I don’t know if the other group members could tell that I was mainly in a dissociative state that day. I stared at the slightly yellow-tinted sands and thought nothing. It was scary and yet kinda nice to have no critical thoughts. I almost felt like I was one with the desert.
I discovered Willie Nelson when I was in middle school and have been a fan ever since. “A Wonderful Yesterday” nicely reflects the feeling I felt at the Cairo International airport on the way back home. Despite hitting my lowest point mentally while in Egypt, I felt a sense of gratitude for the experience. It’s odd really.
Current Joys has gotten me through some tough times. In "Home (Pt. 1 & 2)" Nick Rattigan sings of him being lost in the world. Reality began to sink back in as I sat in the car on the way home from the airport. I wasn't sure where to go from there. What even is the next step after an experience like that?
"I don't know where I'll go
Don't worry about tomorrow
We'll find our way home"
When I got home I threw off my backpack and free-fell onto my bed. My cat followed behind, curling up into a ball on my chest. Suddenly, I felt a wave of relief through my body. Maybe this is all I ever needed.
#beach house#music#radio#college radio#radio station#uic#university#design#blog#egypt#current joys#marvin gaye#j. cole#spotify#playlist#apple music
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Kit Tanthalos x OC
Big Masterlist
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Chapter 21
He turns around. I see Kit.
K: Jane.
J: Kit.
I quickly walk to her and pull her into my Arms.
J: Are you ok ?
She nods in my shoulder. She looks at me and gives me a Kiss. I look and see Boorman fighting another guy.
J: Who’s that ?
K: Allagash. An Old friend of my Father.
W: Where is the wand ?
E: Look I may or may not have, well, kind of , like ,dropped it.
W: What.
Ja: She only dropped because she was saving …
W: Shhh
He points his finger at Jade.
W: And the staff ? What, you drop that too ?
E: No graydon has that.
W: And where’s Graydon ?
E: Supervising a spill on Triton level Probably.
J: And very Happy he’s still alive.
I look at Kit.
J: Nearly got himself killed.
K: Again ?
I nod
W: You are in serious trouble, young lady.
E: Yeah, I know.
Allagash and Boorman are still fighting.
B: Not the Hair.
E: I Kinda missed you.
A: Who cares about your Hair ?
W: Yeah ?
E: Yeah.
W: Missed you too … in a way.
B: Stop it ! Stop it ! You puckered old bergencoif !
A: You spineless little zudcudder.
W: Come on guys. Language.
A: Sorry.
B: Sorry.
A: Sorry Ladies.
I raise my eyebrows.
B: I’d prayed you’d still be alive so I would have the pleasure of killing you myself.
A: I’m right here. Buffets open. Beanpole. Grab a Tray.
Kit walks to them and since I’m not letting her go she pulls me with her.
B: Beanpole ? Yeah well I’v actually put on quite a lotta bulk.
A: You know what, you have. You’ve gotten bigger, you look good.
B: Well, thanks. It’s Diet mainly actually a little bit of Torture endurance …
Allagsh tries to attack him. Boorman pushes him away, grabs his Sword and crosses it with Kit who's holding a Hammer with spikes. I hold my Dagger under his Chin.
J: Step away from my Wife.
He lowers his sword. Then he looks at Kit.
B: Whatever he told you,it’s a lie
K: You stole the Lux arcana.
B: Back from him. He got Blaylock and Mookie killed. He betrayed us, he … He betrayed Madmartigan.
A: Oh come on this guy will say anything. That was you huh ? That was him.
He steps a little bit too close to Kit. I give him a sharp look and he steps a step away from her.
A: You think I’ve been down here for ten years ‘cause I like it balmy, huh ?
K: You were his squire and you left him to die.
B: I know.
Kit lowers her weapon. I grab her hand.
B: I would’ve stayed with him till the end. I should’ve. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
E: I think there is someone coming.
W: Trolls.
A: This is were they caught me last time. They must#ve known I ‘d come back here. They’re so smart. Damn it.
Ja: What’s the quickest way out of here ?
Allagash walks to a wall.
K: The doorway.
A: Yeah.
He grabs into a wall and pulls out an Arm.
A: Put your arm in here.
He points at Kit.
J: Definitely not.
I go to him and push my arm into the Hole.
J: And now ?
A: Pull the lever.
J: If I lose my arm I will kill you.
A: Understood. But you will not.
I take a breath and pull on it. Something rattles.
A: Good, stay put.
He starts running.
A: Herewe go, solving elaborate booby traps.
He sticks his hand in another one. Something sounds like it’s opening. But nothing appears.
Ja: Yeah I don’t see a secret door.
A: That’s because you don’t know how to look.
We follow him. It’s a Giant stone head.
J: What the hell ?
B: Ah big head. Great, where's the treasure ?
Some weird music starts playing.
Wiggleheim: Through the Ages and remember I have tested those who entered. Seeking fortune, fame and Glory. Hoping those might change their story. But the greatest Treasure I ever found was the Love and laughter all around.
A: Ah, what a lovely sentiment, huh ?
Wiggleheim: Though should Riches be your heart's desire, the answers I shall now Require. And If by chance you don’t reply in my tomb you all shall die.
E: Wait hang on did he just say we all would ie.
B: He did.
The secret Door closes.
J: Wait what ?!
Wiggleheim: So I pass for sire to heir and each of brothers takes his share. A gift or curse I may be, used by others more than thee.
A: Anybody ?
W: It’s a riddle, I’m good at these.
A: Good, you got the answer ?
W: Wait, wait, wait.
Ja: A name.
A: What ?
Ja: That’s the answer.
A: We’re going with “A name ?”
Wiggleheim: Congratulations.
A: We’re in. We did it !
Wiggleheim: If Once more you do succeed, my vault of treasures is yours indeed.
A: Oh.
Wiggleheim: Where whatever by your hearts appeal, awaits you beyond it’s seal.
I look at Kit.
J: Didn’t know you were in there.
She pushes her elbow in my ribs.
J: Sorry.
A: Come on, Come on. Team Allagash. We got this. all right Wiggleheim, give us your best shot.
Wiggleheim: Beggars have what wise men crave. But both shall take it to their grave.
Noone has a clue.
Wiggleheim: Seems perhaps you need more Time, Or if you wish, I’ll repeat my Rhyme.
We are stuck here. And he continues repeating the same words over and over again. It feels like we’ve been here for hours.
J: This leads us to nothing, we're all going to die. Great. Just what I want. You know. Growing up, meeting the love of my life, marrying her and then dying with her locked in a cave, not even a day after. Fairytale ending.
Ja: Can you stop being sarcastic ?
J: In a situation like this ? No.
She gals at me.
E: Wait, say that again.
I look at her.
J: No ?
E: The first thing you said.
J: This all leads to nothing ?
E: That’s it. The answer is Nothing.
The doors open again. Boorman and Allagash run in. They search everything. Allagash finds it in the end and runs out with it. Kit walks inside the vault. Everything starts to Rumble.
J: My Love ?
I walk to her.
#kit tanthalos#kit tanthalos x reader#kit tanthalos x oc#willow#jade claymore#aryk tanthalos#elora danan#thraxus boorman#graydon hastur
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At this point, I'm just used to your jokes now. Still doesn't mean that I cringe whenever I hear them /j
Indeed, I suppose I could become novice musicians along with Lippmann. Do you want to join us? It might even be cheap because of a two-in-one deal. I'll keep on learning the piano while you two can learn the violin. Maybe learn some musician pickup lines to impress Lippmann later on.
And for the Chopin? I thought about it again, but I think that it isn't considered sacrilegious. It still sounds nice afterall, and I'm pretty sure Chopin wouldn't mind. But I prefer the piano version as it sounds more clear.
Please don't give your jokes to Lippmann or anybody else. I can put up with it as I'm your brother, but other people will simply die of the cringiness of your corny jokes lmaoo /j. And afterwards I'll actually decapacitate myself because of the amount of terrible jokes I've had to hear. Pianoman don't you dare xD
An old couple, you say? Well, I don't know how to feel about that; we aren't even together. I convinced Silver to finally take a nap, but she just couldn't sleep. So in the end I had to literally hug her and stroke her hair to help her fall asleep... my heart has never pounded so quickly and loudly before.
Oh, my dear sister, how you make me laugh. I just wonder how you haven't thought up of such an easy reply, but I guess I am a genius. And do not worry, your secret is safe with me, because I definitely do not want to be strangled by those wires while being bombarded with your corny jokes.
Really? Is that what you know him for? Well, that Dazai definitely is cunning and mischievous. I'd have you know that he went head-to-head with Iceman, and Iceman even failed to assassinate him, so he isn't a 'poor guy'. And please don't try your jokes on him. He'd quite frankly punch you.
-🎹
P.S. At least you think so? Well, pray tell, what happens in those 'romance novels' that you read? And as for the date? I think it's still too early... however I think I know what Silver feels for me
ahh this is exactly why i love you <3 finee, i'll tone it down with the "cringy" jokes, at least in your presence.
see? i was right when i said you should change your name to "genius man." do you need to ask? i'm definitely down for it. finally, i'll get another chance. this time with the musician pickup lines. there's really no going back if i mess up again. i just hope i won't embarrass myself in either that or my violin learning process. thanks, genius man!
hm. by the way, do you think lippmann is "lippmann" because he has pretty-looking lips? /lmaoooo plss im cryinf asdfjkl anyway-
ooh, i'm glad it isn't some form of artistic sacrilege. i sometimes listen to orchestra performances, but you're right. having a single musical instrument-say, a piano- dedicated to a single piece will make the performance much clearer.
ha! bet! maybe i'll start saying it to someone i probably won't meet again. like the barista i buy my morning coffee from! or the newspaper guy, or the old lady walking her dog down the street-okay that may be a bit too cruel. i'll probably still say one or two things to the men you stationed near our house though. to alleviate their stress and tension for a bit./lmao the saga continues
you.. you what?? brother, you don't even hold me and stroke my hair to sleep when we were toddlers. i think i'm missing something. oooh boy, when's the wedding day? i can't wait to be an aunt. i wonder if it's gonna be a boy? or a girl? or twins! everyone should be invited. we'll have the grandest celebration ever.
aww this is why i love youu (2nd edition). seriously though. err, does this 'nakahara chuuya' has bright orange hair and uh, quite petite in stature? i bumped into him when i was on my way to see you, and he looked quite.. severe. my tongue just acted on its own, and that "axolotl joke" came out. he did give me a nasty sting eye, but i didn't get punched! i guess that's a good thing..? ahaha..
p.s. you know of her feelings?? excellent. this is all according to plan. i'm just a little worried a possible misunderstanding might breach you apart, though. you know, what if she thinks you're feeling attraction to someone else after you asked her about that "crush"? that sounds like a recipe for disaster.
#lmaooo i live for pianoman's headache and distress#i let everything loose in this rp sksks pls tell me if i went too far/made you uncomfy#[rp with silver]
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Instead of get into a negative headspace about western collabs out performing j-hope’s solo album I’m instead going to focus that negativity into positive praise for j-hope. Because I am just very proud of him as a fan, his music, his dance, his personality, his drive and commitment, and his passion.
It’s been made very clear that JITB was a mixtape set to be released back at the beginning of the year, but due to very last minute changes in the company it was slated to become his first solo album. But not just his, but he himself being the first member of BTS in this new era to release solo music with seemingly more support from their company than their (rap line’s) mixtapes got. That was clearly an overwhelming venture, one that came with a lot of trial and tribulation, so much so he told us he lost sleep, could barely eat, lost a lot of weight, and was just generally very anxious and nervous. But he pushed through regardless because he LOVES to perform, he loves his music, his passion as a performer shined through.
And even though I as a fan don’t feel as though he got the promotion and support he deserved, to him it was more about just doing what he wanted and saying what he needed and hoping people hear what he had to say. And to that I did, I did hear him. JITB isn’t just an album with songs I like, it’s an album with a story that further let’s me understand j-hope the artist, and Jung Hoseok the person who is behind and creates the ‘persona’ of j-hope, and trying to balance who those people are at the crazy insane level of global fame BTS has reached and what the future holds.
He didn’t set out to create summer pop hits or a #1 dance song that could go viral on tiktok, he experimented with sounds we didn’t even hear on Hope World, a sound that not even loyal ARMY like or support as shown by the stats surrounding both singles and the album as a whole. It even turned some diehard Hope World j-hope fans against him, because suddenly it wasn’t the sound they came to know and love and just wanted more of. He really did, truly, want to challenge himself as an artist, and all I can truly hope is that he feels as proud of himself now as I do after everything.
Because on top of the album Lollapalooza just can’t be ignored, nor has it within the industry (at least here in the US). It was such a resounding success, he came here and blew everyone away! Even I heard and saw general Lolla goers come and listen to him, vibe with his music, dance to his music, and just generally had good things to say about him. I saw more white dudes around me coming to check him out than I thought I would, but it just goes to show that they were interested, and what they saw impressed them enough to leave a good impression even as some of them left to go watch Green Day to later talk about it online.
He also said that was stressful, and his vlive with Jimin made that acutely apparent. But he was, and frankly always has been, a performer to see live because he always brings his utmost passion to a stage. Not just vocally solid but of course who is j-hope if not also a dancer, who moves the way he knows best to any song, whether it be headbanging and rocking to Arson, What If..., or More, getting completely overtaken by the feelings of Blue Side or Future, P.O.P. or = (Equal Sign), to full choreo performances for Hope World, Ego, Dynamite, and CNS. Mixing his old Hope World sound and his new JITB sound to create a very unique, cool, and fun experience.
This was not only something that only he could do, but it sets the starting line going forward into this new chapter. We have no idea who or how the next solo album will be or the rollout for that project, but we know already that it can’t nor won’t be identical to what j-hope just did, because everything about this was for him, through him. I can only pray that it’s not the last time we get to experience j-hope as a solo artist because he still has more to say, more to show, and this was just a beginning, jack is now out of the box, now where will he go? What will he do? I can only wait to see.
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Yearly Drama Recap 2023
Count for this year:
Cdrama: 13
Jdrama: 13
Kdrama: 5
Short dramas/movies:
japanese: 5
chinese: 2
korean: 1
Currently watching/waiting for sub:
K-drama: 2
J-drama: 2
Meet Yourself and When I Fly Towards you are probably the Chinese drama standouts that will stay with me for a long time. Even their OSTs were my 1st and 3rd most listened to songs this year according to youtube music 😅 but it's a bit sad because they're not really dramas that I can convince my friends to watch and talk about so I ended up just crying by myself.
I don't know if I consider Animals a "healing" drama but I felt so touched by the first episode I remember calling my sister crying my eyes out. The playful chemistry and care that everyone in the show had for each other really got me and I hope this drama gets a ton of love now that it's on Netflix (in asia only so far). Thinking about it more, I think this drama really got the couple dynamic right compared to similar dramas and they were so sweet and comfy.
My Second Aoharu falls into that "younger successful guy + woman in a rough spot" bucket too but I think rather than the romance what it did right was the feeling of living with your friends and classmates that you really only experience in college. I still don't understand why there are so few college dramas out there (maybe because the experience is less universal?) but every single one that I've found holds such a special place in my heart. Please drama gods give me more college dramas :pray: :pray: I'm tired of getting my fix from crappy youtube dramas.
I think Love Me Love My Voice is, like many have said, barely a drama but it was so peaceful and relaxing. I love the cast's chemistry and it was so nice to wake up in the morning and have something to look forward to. It brought me a lot of joy in December. :)
I went back and read my post from last year where I said that "maybe Silent would save 2022 jdramas for me" and I think I liked it but I watched it right after I watched Animals which I think was a hurdle impossible to pass.
I didn't finish a single "full length" Korean drama this year which I think is understandable given the trends from the past couple years. Why does every romantic story need cheating or murder? Where are my actual romcoms? Didn't Netflix see how well Business Proposal did?? We'll see if My Demon pushes through but I don't have high hopes for finishing "A Good Day to be a Dog". The closest one to full length that I finished was Perfect Marriage Revenge which was a fun 12 episode ride. I think if it went any longer I might have given up so I'm very thankful to the team who decided to keep it at 12 episodes.
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I'm being mildly facetious but I also just have been thinking abt this so I'm gonna ramble, this is also gonna mostly be abt drake's verse bc (stares at a wall)
who told you badman don't dance? / who told you gangsters don't dance? even with a weap on my hip, I dance
this lyric is saying how men who are typically viewed as "tough" are still able to indulge in lightness and joy. when hus says "even with a weap on my hip, I dance" he's contrasting the image of the violent, fighting man with the levity of dancing
touch my forehead, chest, left shoulder, then right side / praying my brothers are good outside / I know the vibes, I know the vibes
aside from the fact that drake is jewish and will more often than not don islamic aesthetics (affectionate. literally he should do it more. I want him to say wallahi on the next album) yet is doing the holy cross prayer (? what is the term for this), this part could (in my analogy) relate to praying your comrades are still safe through the revolutionary struggle
you're the one, girl, stop rolling eyes / I find love and it slowly dies
this is like. I really like songs that have this sharp lyrical contrast between love/pursuit/romance and the internal/existential dread, anik does this a lot in his music too. like through all the pain they're still trying to find love and flirt and impress but this little voice in the back of their minds says "I find love and it slowly dies" this also relates to the fact that during armed struggle your lover could literally die. like killed by the colonizer.
trouble is there, trouble is there / trouble been right there, trouble is there / trouble gon' find me anywhere, trouble gon' find me, bubble and wine-y
this part is so resigned, like accepting one's circumstances (see next pull-quote too) and yet drake switches it with "yeah anyways, bubble and winey" I could connect this to constant/hyper-surveillance, deliberate targeting by the state, or just plain bad luck no matter what you do to resist it, but also this is an afrobeats song with drake
they want me dead, but, don't remind me / both hands around you, it's not tiny
we've gone from accepting one's suboptimal/grim circumstances to accepting one's mortality, potentially premature mortality. and yet he pushes it to the back of his brain to focus on the present and his lover. like is that not revolutionary or what (my internet disconnects
if you read to the end of this post I am so sorry for subjecting you to my psychic damage. hope you enjoyed. this is what happens when you let leftists listen to drake
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ITS AMAZING IT DEFINITELY BECAME MY FAV ALBUM FROM THEM!!!! SO I HOPE U WILL ENJOY IT WHEN U LISTEN TO IT ONCE!!!!🥳🥳
i would be devastated if he stopped thats for sure but i think he said before that he still enjoys streaming very much so he definitely isn't planning on stopping in the near future 🥳we shall fear not🥳🥳🥳
IT DOES LOOK AMAZING i'm praying so hard that nothing will ruin this they have to have good music with this concept🫡
ERIC WENT OFF WITH THAT SO I SHOULD HAVE FIGURED THAT U MEANT THAT PART😵💫IT GOT ME QUAKING WHEN I FIRST LISTENED TO IT SO I FULL ON UNDERSTAND🤭 i laughed so hard at what u wrote about sunwoo i feel that on another level🫡 OOOO🥳🥳🥳I HOPE U LIKE IT AND THAT YOUNGHOON IS GREAT IN IT!!!🥳🥳
oooo☹️☹️☹️ i hope u will feel better soon!!!!☹️☹️☹️☹️ and do not worry about replying late/replying on rrxnjun it's fine ur mental health is more important!!!!💕💕💖
OOO I HOPE IT WORKS OUT OH MY!!! WAITING FOR UR FREAK OUT MANIFESTING IT FOR U ACTUALLY!!!!!!!! (LIEBESTRAUM ANON SENDING U ALL THE LOVE AND SUPPORT!!!🥳🥳💗🩷🩷)
(btw i cant believe ur post about intak is the way i found out he has a gf and that's why his club video was released oh my lord💀)
I ENTERED PIWON BRAINROT TODAY SO I WILL LISTEN TO IT TONIGHT AND GIVE YOU (AND MOST LIKELY EVERYONE) MY THOUGHTS AHAHA
literally also i was watching the vid and one of the guys had a very nice talking voice but. i literally do not know who it was so LMAO😭😭 only a few more days and the debut is here 🤞
bro....whatever they fed eric before he spit out that verse.... they should do it more often i feel like im levitating whenever i hear that part like you dont get it i GASPED. also we dont talk about sunwoo every time a tbz member catches my eye its him i refuse to talk abt it. younghoon was great in it!! the actual drama was shit and i wouldve dropped it after ep 1 if i wasnt in park jihoon the soloist/actor brainrot LMAO (he was the main cast and his character made me cringe approx every 4 seconds)) but the last few eps were good 😭😭 but younghoon had a very charming character and the acting was decent no bad word here
thank u for understanding! 🥺
THANK U THANK U we gotta meet when (and if) im in budapest (im half joking half serious) AHAHA. im gonna ask for ur number in case we get lost and nobody wants to speak english w us /j
BRO I DIDNT KNOW EITHER I FOUND OUT ONLY TODAY AHAHAHA i knew abt the club thing bc ppl joked that it was dry as fuck (correct) but then i saw something abt the girlfriend on tiktok and i was like wait what 😭 so i looked it up on twitter and i was like oh lord. anyways good for him apparently she's a model and super pretty so i am glad my man is getting his d sucked like he deserves ❤
#somebody said 'intak stans have been real quiet since the girlfriend news came out'#not me fellas not me#liebestraum anon#edit: i am SO sorry about the last sentence. so sorrym#ALSO ANOTHER EDIT DID U LISTEN TO T5 MOVE#THOUGHTS 🎤
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Stuff I noticed genshin impact has in common with (mostly) breath of the wild, unsorted and in varying degrees of /srs and /j
Cell-shaded open world with burnable grass (mind you dendro only came out like 2 days ago while this was a thing since the very beginning)
Starting with a shot from a cliff overlooking the world and focusing on the big building in the distance (though that might be a general open world trope? I‘m not sure)
The hilichurl huts originally looked like the stone skulls bokoblins reside in
Hilichurls in general pretty much just being bokoblins minus the oni-based color coding (but + screwed up lore, wth hoyo)
Random instances of coming across NPC’s who have to be saved from monsters (something that, like most similarities, primarily applies to Mondstadt)
You can’t pet the dogs aside from feeding them but they still adorably look at you with their hopeful gaze, showering you with love you know you can never give back ;-;
Why fishing rod when jump in good for catch too
Ancient but advanced civilization that became ruined and forgotten prior to the events of the game due to a calamity, but you still find remnants of, also the mc is somehow connected to it but barely remembers anything aside from a few flashbacks
Protag and the other short blonde with super special powers get separated by the catastrophic event that made the world the way it currently is, protag‘s goal is to find them again and travels though the whole world to do so
Protag and the other short blonde with super special powers get completely screwed over by a deity (you choose if it’s Demise or Hylia seriously I know Zelda not awakening her powers early enough had nothing to do with Hylia but she could at least talk to the girl smh)
Giant ancient robot with a single glowing eye from said ruined civilization roaming the lands and exclusively targeting people to kill (also, ruin guards originally aimed at you with a beam before shooting lasers)
The ancient lost civilization has its own even more ancient lost civilization
Floating elemental wizard monster with a wand that can teleport around and has way too much fun messing with you (and Abyss mages sound similar to wizzrobes too)
The world may or may not be stuck in some sort of time loop
Balloon-like enemy that hides in the ground and pretends to be a plant only to jump out and attack you
Round elemental enemy slime that uses its own element as a semi-shield and basically just attacks by jumping at you (fire/water/ice/electro slimes = red/blue/light blue/green chu) yea I got nothing for anemo slimes
Blue dragon that used to be chill but got corrupted by weird poison goo blood from the monsters, said poison goo leaving the dragon discolored, your goal being to cleanse it from them
Snowy mountain area near start point where everything is super cold and you can practically only survive by lighting fires, drinkeating spicy soup, or eating all your dishes to keep the hp up
Look at Noelle‘s shield, now at Daruk‘s protection, now back to Noelle‘s shield. Her design themes are maid- knight - roses, why does it look like that
Cooking makes you indestructible and is (hilariously) usable mid-fight. Also mc is a cooking god for no reason
They tweaked the cooking animation by the time it launched but the beta one gave off major 2D botw cooking vibes
Monsters wanna kill you but so does the evil organisation from another country with pretty extreme weather, except half of them are kinda dorky when they’re not trying to murder you
The battle music is fire
Mineral that glows turquoise (granted it’s different shades but still-), is considered pretty rare, and is said to have obtained their glow though influences from the world (elements/souls)
Ghosts are real and sometimes they glow blue. The same shade of blue as the spooky glow mineral, no less
The ancient glowy eye robots drop their core as loot (they look a bit similar too)
Praying to statues of deities = upgrading your stamina by giving them enough of a certain collectible
Tiny cute magical wood forest creatures that can‘t be seen by most people who can be randomly found across the land and you get stuff for doing their mini quests
Said forest creatures living in a village in their magical forest that usually can’t be accessed to begin with because magic prevents that (granted the village gives off more Kokiri vibes than Korok but they’re just evolved kokiri anyways so-)
The original animation for climbing was pretty much just Link‘s
Land southwest of the starting area has a (seemingly) bottomless hole that leads into the abyss, literally, in both cases
Lamp grass = Blue nightshade, they look the same and even glow blue at night
Glaze lily = silent princess, white-blue lilies from ancient times that became incredibly rare over time and are now considered practically extinct in canon (but are pretty easy to find in-game)
Ancient structures that have been inaccessible and glowing in warm colors for centuries only turn blue though activation by the protag; they also function as teleport points
ancient structures incorporating star constellations
Ancient instrument used throughout the world to play Magic Songs learned across the land that each interact with designated objects/places in different ways; usually needing around 5-8 notes to play
Playable short king used to be part of a group of 5 with colorcoded powers but all his friends died a long time ago because of evil stuff and he‘s the only survivor ok this one‘s obviously not serious lmao
It ain’t botw but. Small travel companion who does all the talking to fill up the void by the gameplay- silent protag (genshin give Traveler a voice more often smh) and is also probably linked to the major story in some way (really tho, except for Navi every single companion has major ties to the plot in some way). Also I‘m pretty sure Paimon gets called a fairy at least once at one point?
More stuff probably
Interestingly enough, the most noticeably direct similarities can be found in Mondstadt (and Liyue) , aka the region that‘s been here since the very start of the game, and more importantly, before the game was launched.
TLDR it’s doing it’s own thing now for the most part but there’s no way this game didn’t start off "heavily influenced“ at the beginning lol
#genshin impact#breath of the wild#legend of zelda#tbf most of this is probably a bit far fetched but yknow#it’s not supposed to be taken seriously anyways XD#so please don’t
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TGIF: Roundup for February 17, 2023
Tim Challies wrote a new article for us this week, imagining If God Would Outsource His Sovereignty. You can also read Everlasting Joy, my review of his beautiful book Seasons of Sorrow. We also reshared Roy Kim’s explanation on Why Pre-Engagement Counseling Is Better Than Pre-Marital Counseling, as well as The Light of the World: How Jesus is Reaching International Students by Karisa You.
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Abe Cho: A Portal to Another World
“Because if the Gospel of Jesus Christ is true, and if Jesus is who he claims to be, then the invisible kingdom of God has erupted into the time and space of our current reality. And for the Christian, this upside down kingdom of God’s grace is far more real to them than the social-material kingdoms we live in today.”
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“Every psalm I read that year in Korea reminded me of the children I lived with. Every night as I journaled my prayers, I sowed many tears on their behalf, praying for a reaping of joy, a bending of destiny.”
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Karisa You: The Light of the World: How Jesus is Reaching International Students
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Aaron Lee: Everlasting Joy: A Book Review of “Seasons of Sorrow”
“What can you say when you’ve lost a son? In Seasons of Sorrow, Tim Challies tells of both the pain of loss and the comfort of God.”
Roy Kim: Why Pre-Engagement Counseling Is Better Than Pre-Marital Counseling
“Suppose during the course of pre-marital counseling, your therapist told you that the history and trajectory of your interactions with your fiancee indicate an 85% probability of divorce. What would you do?”
Tim Challies: If God Would Outsource His Sovereignty
“In the life of the Christian, there are not two classes of providence, one good and one bad. No, though some may be easy and some hard, all are good because all in some way flow from his good, Fatherly hand, and all in some way can be consecrated to his service.”
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