#ive had this done for the longest time and forgot to post

[sacklumi]

gouache aj wiping blood. Blood!, from where? idk i didnt think that far ahead. consider this my contribution to the infection au craze if thats ur thing

#art #my little pony #artists on tumblr #mlp fim #applejack #mlp g4 #mlp #traditional art #mlp infection au #mlp humanized #mlp human au #mlp art #mlp fanart #gouache #colored pencil #equestria girls #mlp eqg #ive had this done for the longest time and forgot to post

[treatbuckywkisses]

Blood Sweat and Tears

Boxer!Bucky × Reader

Summary: In which Bucky has a questionable hobby

Warnings: 18+ (it's my blog so fuck off that's why) Cursing

Word Count: 984 (i can only write so much you guys)

A/N: okayyy this has been sitting with me for the absolute longest time ever! it's currently after 1am here, and ive been completely mia for way too long, sooo I'm deciding to post this right now😭 there is no way in hell I could be doing any of this without any of my sweet friends on here but I want to especially shout out @sweetdreamsbuck and @writing-for-marvel for inspiring me and encouraging me through this🥹 i love you guys so much and I can never thank you enough for all you've done for me since i joined this place<3 (yall already know the moodboard was made by me)

God you hate time. You hate looking at the clock, what feels like every five minutes, only to find it's been maybe two at the most. Especially on days like today; the days Bucky fought.

Bucky.

Your stomach aches thinking about him being in the ring later.

He is such an incredible boxer, one of the best in the city actually. But that knowledge did very little to ease your nerves about his hobby.

You've seen what he can do, and you love watching him practice. The way every muscle in his body flexes when he throws a hit, sweat running down every inch and crevice, flying off him like rain drops. The sounds he makes when he lifts weights and the pants he lets out when he hits a punching bag—everything about it - about him is mesmerizing.

You loved it just as much as you hated it. You knew Bucky could handle himself, especially in the ring, but you worried anyway. You always worry. Anything could happen up there and you couldn't stand the thought of him being seriously injured. Your over-thinking got the better of you and nothing could make you feel better. Nothing except seeing him yourself after the fight.

Most fight days, you're torn–constant anxiety looming over you. You think only the worst first, every little (and not so little) way he could be hurt. The bad outcomes are endless if you really let yourself think about them. Bucky never lets you get too far down that rabbit hole though, always reminding you he loves what he does and that helps him to be the best.

Interrupting your thoughts, Bucky starts coming down a hallway–which you know leads to the locker room. Where he's been hiding and getting himself ready for tonight; doing some warm-ups and wrapping his knuckles, and whatever else his pre-fight routine entails.

When he steps in the light of the gym people immediately start to cheer for him and he breaks out in a grin, his nose scrunching up in the most adorable way, raising his gloved fist in the air.

He really does love this. And you'd never underestimate how much he does again. You only had the one time, you were just upset really, but after a broken nose, mild concussion and many scrapes and bruises, you'd say you were allowed to be. Even after all that you'll never forget what he had told you when you asked him why he chooses to do this to himself.

"Well.. I like it. I like the way it makes me feel, you know? It's freeing in a sense, like how some people meditate? When I'm up there, it's like nothing out of that ring matters just for a moment, and I don't have anything to worry or think about. It's just me, and it feels good. It's exhilarating. It's like this good insane feeling I can't really describe, but I love it. I can't imagine not doing it." He spoke with so much emotion that you almost forgot about his many injuries that night.

You can't help but smile at the sight of him, no matter how many times you see his introduction. He's wearing his robe, a livid blue-gray color with 'Barnes' in black across his upper back. It's a shiny material–not a glittery one, and he's got his hood up on his head.

He hoists himself up on the platform and splits some of the ropes to duck between and step over, and finally he's on the canvas mat.

His hood is off now and you can tell he's scanning the room for you. A smile of endearment is on your face and it only grows bigger when he finds you and shoots you a wink.

Buckys opponent for todays match enters as he did previously. Once they're introduced to the gym, they bump gloved fists for a show of good sportsmanship before they start.

When Bucky's up on the platform he’s the only thing in the world that matters. Your eyes never leave him for a moment. He's enchanting.

Once the fight begins though, a slight grimace stays on your face. Your brows are furrowed and your lips are parted the smallest bit, hands grasping and fidgeting with his dog tags that dangle from around your neck. You wear them for Bucky on fight days, "safe keeping," he said once.

When he fights, you don't watch quite the same way as when he's practicing. Your focus is on holding your breath every time a hit is thrown his way. It's a sigh of relief when he dodges or blocks but a distressed sigh when he takes the hit with all the force it's been given to him.

Bucky is damn good at what he does but you can't help but fret. You're not always sitting but you're at the edge of your seat for the whole match watching Bucky and whoever he's fighting dance around the ring. You can never tell how long the matches last, supposedly it's different each fight with each opponent, but to you they were all the same.

You felt like time wasn't moving and like it was speeding around you at the same time. This could be torture if Bucky didn't look so good. Truthfully though, sometimes you didn't even pay attention. You only found yourself thinking about what nasty cuts you'd be cleaning up and how many bruises he would have later, staining his skin for weeks at a time.

You shiver at your own thoughts and blink your focus back on Bucky in time to see him land a punch on his opponent. A soft smile makes its way onto your face as you admire the pure and genuine excitement on Bucky’s beautiful face when he's announced the winner of the match. And come on, how could you argue with that?

He makes the worry worth it.

#fayth writes? #fayths moodboard #sebastian stan #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #boxer!bucky #kisses if u see this

[rhapsoddity]

I posted 186 times in 2022

That's 39 more posts than 2021!

156 posts created (84%)

30 posts reblogged (16%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 180 of my posts in 2022

Only 3% of my posts had no tags

#ask - 43 posts

#empires smp - 42 posts

#vigilante sheriff au - 42 posts

#be more chill - 30 posts

#empiresblr - 30 posts

#empires fanart - 29 posts

#bmc - 29 posts

#hermitcraft - 26 posts

#anon - 25 posts

#hermitblr - 24 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#bdubs and grian and all the stuff ive done before are still canon and there in the au..im just starting again from a different pov cause

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

so Grian added more to the Entity, huh-

296 notes - Posted March 23, 2022

#4

PIRATE HOURS YALL

359 notes - Posted November 26, 2022

#3

kinda old art that i forgot to post

the whole gang is together!!

513 notes - Posted December 19, 2022

#2

I've avoided this for long enough- 

Empires S2 Superhero AU anyone? 

As tempting to make him a wholeass hero, I think it's more fun if The Law... wasn't legally a hero-

556 notes - Posted August 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

🌼Chromia; it's the place to dye for!🌼

1,033 notes - Posted July 27, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #HOLY SHIT why does my first ever scott drawing have 1k notes wtf/pos #long post

[astranauticus]

ok one last post about the Project to truly exorcise it from my brain. just some process/design thoughts (also now that it's done if you want to read my liveblogged whinging for whatever reason here it is)

first off some stats because i kept stats like the nerd that i am:

time wise making this animatic took about 93.5 hours give or take (thanks procreate process replay) spread across exactly 2 months

anyway when i said i finished this project mostly through stubbornness and sunk cost fallacy this is what i meant lol like a lot of my thought process through this was just 'no way in hell am i letting some of these drawings disappear into my drafts forever'

on average each frame took about 2 hours 45 minutes but thats a bit of an overestimate since i forgot to count some of the animated bits from the first two lines (so id guess the actual number is more like.. 2 hours 20 minutes?)

btw that line with the starry apparition fading away? 12 hours total

the single longest and most painful frame to draw was the one of the crew walking through tu'narath (5 hours 30 minutes) because a. perspective b. architecture design c. for some reason i put a lot of detail into rendering the armour on all the githyanki i drew why on earth did i do that

(its especially painful bc that frame was one of the ones that didnt... feel like an important enough moment in the actual story of the show to be worth capturing the way the wish or even like, endellion is, i just needed to put that there for the storytelling flow or whatever of the animatic itself and it bothered me so much)

one other interesting little mishap was that i did all of these on canvas size 1080x720px (so that's why the youtube resolution isnt particularly high lmao) which is why procreate let me put an absolutely absurd amount of layers in one canvas (all 8 frames of with memories projected on the astral sea were done on one canvas. 159 layers) because the layer limit for that canvas size is 400 BUT. i accidentally started the starry apparition fade on an A4 canvas (my default canvas size for like all my normal fanart) and i only realised after finishing all the lineart and starting on colouring because i hit layer limit so i had to resize the canvas which did... interesting?? things to the lineart resolution

also if youre wondering how i drew K-LB that many times in something resembling timely fashion the answer is i sacrificed some... amount of sleep to 3d model and rig him in blender which. honestly? i consider it a roaring success

splitting the frames by bar was a Choice and certainly a choice ive.. had doubtsTM about but thats the kind of thing you cant really change without bringing the whole project crashing down so if the frames seem to move a bit too fast im so sorry there was really not much i could do there

idk if people actually noticed the very very tiny drawings of the crew moving around on the ship in the 4th line especially since they sometimes get obscured by the subtitles but the REASON for that is in my original drawings the subtitles went in the top left corner but they kept conflicting with other stuff so i just gave up and threw them to the bottom (also i originally included the chinese lyrics but then i got lazy lmao)

anyway that little detail like VR-LA angstily looking at the sea reminiscing about the JourneyTM and the crew sort of appearing along with the memories of their adventures together was one of those things that seemed SO COOL in my head but once i actually execute it its like. hmmmm not sure if that worked out the way you thought it would buddy. also the tiny crew was EXTREMELY hard to draw so put that down as another point in 'me subjecting myself to deeply painful and out there compositions for no good reason'

anyway i called this my magnum opus but i do actually have some thoughts about another one (a companion piece, if you will) for another song by the same band because now that i know what capcut can do im.. really itching to try something a little different because this like powerpoint presentation style? fully a product of me using iMovie as my only available video editing software for the past like 7 years of my life

#rwd #asto speaks #re: the projectTM #one last time using this dumbass tag lmao #honestly? also put another point in 'i worked on a project for so long it became just a Project to me and proceeded to get #absolutely blindsided by the emotional affect it has on people' #2 months. 2. months. #whatever actual emotion this idea was originally trying to draw from is long fucking gone buddy #like i did manage to re-experience some of it looking at the finished product but #i appreciate yalls screaming a lot i just truly did not anticipate it LMAO

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

2, 14, 23, 25? <3

2. Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project

oh honestly im mostly looking forward to being done with writing rn hfjhjg ive been doing nothing but thasmissy for 2 months straight at this point and i need to finish like 2 more scenes. so i suppose the technobabble im doing in one of those scenes bc it's really fun to find words to put in it. even though it takes forever. and then i wanna take a little break. ive still got a series of like weird sex fics somewhere on the backburner i might go do that (it's like, 13/tardis, yaz getting off to gallifreyan anatomy textbooks, yaz with the hologram in 13x5, and another one i cant remember rn, oh yeah something with the robot master and shalka doctor, but i cant write them so idk. i think it would be fun to write robot sex though)

14. At what point in writing do you come up with a title?

either when i hit post and ao3 tells me i forgot the title (bad titles). or else it just ✨Comes To Me✨ at some point during writing (better titles). not the question but these are my favourite titles: kerblam it!, wondering about the perspective of the person who confuses interbellum with no man’s land, auto-tromperie à deux, or: the double-slit experiment, and the thasmissy one which will be called playing doctor <3

23. What’s the story idea you’ve had in your head for the longest?

s12 fic where yaz gets basically seduced by the master because the master is willing to give her answers the doctor wont. she finds the doctor's phone and they start texting. they both find something in each other that the doctor is unable to give them. the doctor when she finds out is So Mad. shes like hes dangerous!!!!1! but theres this possessive undertone you know? ive had scenes of that on my computer since like summer 2020. it's never gonna get finished but thats okay because i think most of what i thought was interesting about that fic i incorporated into thasmissy in some way. also i think it ended by yaz getting killed by a cyberman and the doctor beating the master to death for it so fkjghjkghgfjh too sad to finish tbh. it wasnt even the master's fault it was both their faults she was angry at herself so she killed him. and then sat with him until he regenerated. while yaz i think, stood there as a cyberman. anyway! fucked up! not my style

25. What part of writing is the most fun?

when im writing some weird gross visceral time stuff and looking in thesauruses and going on etymology dives and finding fun connections between words that i can use to make more subtext. and making up new ways to use words and sentences so i can make them hold more connections. increase the meaning/word ratio you know? thats the most fun

okay bonus found that fic. i had 2000 words. heres how it starts:

It starts with dying.

An endless dark. Without direction or sound or exit. Where air isn’t air and she doesn’t know how she’s still breathing. Where she can’t be alive because she can’t feel her heart beating.

“Okay, PC Khan. Nothing to worry about.”

It starts with dying.

It doesn’t end with it.

The Doctor pulls her out.

Its warm in australia. The heat crowds around her when she steps out of the glass cage, lapping at her hands, her face, curious, tentative, playful.

A Soft grip on her arms guides her to a chair, to reality, to being alive.

Someone presses a cup of tea into her hands. Large brown concerned eyes ask her if she's hurt.

She later learns his name is o. She later learns it isnt.

and this is how it ends:

His eyes switch to her as soon as he realises what this result of their actions is. Eyes big and hungry, apprehensive on the edges, mouth twitching but never reching a grin. Both stock still her eyes are still on the cyberman. One breath. Two breaths.

His eyes widen slightly when her attention shifts to him. Eyes dark and pushed too far like the chasm beyond the cliff. When she steps forward theres no delay in his step back.

Silence as the only witness of the last two children of gallifrey. The physical sounds of a body breaking and abody being broken.

Sound of breath and fists and one scream when she breaks his arm.

When she stumbles off of him, sitting where she lands, stopping moving further rather than sitting, silence still her only witness, he hasnt moved in a while, hasnt made a sound in a while. She watches until he starts glowing. Then she gets up and and without looking back walks away.

She finds the cyberman who was yasmin khan and says with a voice that is the oppoiste of what her hands just did, tender and regretful and soft, "yaz" because they were friends. And because no other words she will ever string together will be enough to make okay what she did to her. But the words press to her lips anyway. sorry doesnt change what she did. Sorry would be an insult.

"Your family will know"

Im sorry

"You wont be forgotten"

Im sorry

"You deserved better than you got"

Than i did to you. Im sorry

"Thank you yaz."

Im sorry

"Goodbye"

Im sorry

"And im sorry"

She zaps her sonic and the cyberman falls.

#thank you for the questions <333

[whompwhompwah]

Riddle, and Leona, with an Bubbly, Carefree S/O!

you are the sun in this darkened world 🌙!!

s/o is gender neutral, second person. spoilers up to ch.3

idk how it happened but leonas is sad lol

pt.2 with Azul, Vil, and Kalim will come out soon :)

//

probably did not like you at first, so carefree and bubbly all the time, you did not follow his mothers advice!

despite you not being in heartslabyul, nothing is stopping him from lecturing you when you have something on your uniform out of place. he dutifully takes it upon himself to fix your outfit while getting you stuck in 20 minutes full of rambling.

let’s just say.. not the best relationship has come from this. while you sorta didn’t mind, almost found him endearing, he didn’t like how casual you were.

post-overblot ? well, he still fusses, but for a different reason.

in reflection, he thought it was very sweet how you went through his relatively aggressive doting with a smile and occasional embarrassed giggle.

it took a while, but he found it in himself to apologize for his actions, before being told by you that you knew it was because he cared, so it’s okay! you constantly forgot to fix your outfit sometime, so it was quite a relief when he came around and did it for you!

THATS when it develops. the abnormal heart palpitations. the heating of his face, his whole body burning as if he’s on fire. the jittery attitude that occurs when he’s around you. the stuttering. the stuttering.

he’s never done that! have you cursed him?? is this a hex ??

not one to immediately jump to conclusions, he confides in trey. who laughs. in his face.

what’s so funny ??? his life could be in danger !!!

he blows up a little in embarrassment, before being calmed down by the lovely vice-dormhead, who sits him down before telling him.

he. can’t believe it. it takes a while to process what his friends words mean. he’s in LOVE with you ?? that’s crazy talk !!! but all the puzzle pieces are in place. it’s logically the only explanation. how could you have cursed him anyways, you don’t even have magic!

after he’s accepted the news, he prepares himself. what could he do to make you like him back? well.. in the most riddle way, he spends most of his time helping you academically. he’s not the best at emotions, so be patient with him!

whether it’s tutoring, letting you copy his notes (it hurts), or gifting you stationary, it’s his way of showing you love and he is doing his best.

what he doesn’t know is you’ve already caught on- and you think it’s adorable! very endearing, what a lovely sweetheart you know. but after a few weeks it occurs to you that he is probably too nervous to confess to you.

no shame, you can do it yourself! you go all out for him!

inviting him to the garden, sprinkling little rose petals onto the floor, all leading to a little gazebo.

his face is brilliantly flushed when he gets to the platform, and you’re similar, with heat radiating off of your skin. you build up the courage and ask him out quickly.

“riddle, ive had the biggest crush on you for the longest time. you’ve sucked me in with how wonderful you are, with how attentive and sweet you tend to be. you’re so caring, it’s really adorable. please, please go out with me!”

his face is all red, but for once it’s not because he’s mad. he stares for a while before nodding his head enthusiastically, not trusting himself to speak.

you audibly let out a sigh of relief, before grinning and hugging him excitedly. he squeaks a little, before hugging back with a soft smile on his face.

you truly are a thornless rose. the most beautiful in the patch.

you are the most annoying herbivore he’s ever met. period.

ever since you stepped on his tail he hasn’t stopped hearing about you. after the heartslabyuls dormheads overblot, you’re the talk of the school, along with three other idiots.

GOD he wishes you would shut up.

essentially, he hates you.

and then hates you even more for messing up his foolproof plan.

his feelings for you after his overblot..? complicated. he’s grateful you saved him (not that he would say it), but he’s also pissed you interfered in the first place.

your bond starts when you get kicked out of your own dorm by the leech twins and the damn octopus. forced to stay in savanaclaw, you two are forced to get along, much to leonas chagrin.

what he doesn’t expect is how.. utterly charming you are. you were so sweet and accepting it was honestly disgusting.

and after years of neglect, it was exactly what he needed.

he could feel himself falling, with no way to stop it. you were so kind, so understanding of his past. you empathized with how he felt, and comforted him despite his many flaws. while he initially was against it, he knew that even if he didn’t end up being your first choice, as he commonly wasn’t, he trusted you enough to not hurt him too bad.

although he manages to keep the friendship a friendship, he can gradually feel himself feeling almost pained with the secret he kept. it burned.

so, he decides to just deal with it and confess to you. he knew you wouldn’t hurt him intentionally.

inviting you to savanaclaw like most days, he lead you to his room awkwardly. noticing his fidgeting, you asked him what’s wrong, in a soft worried tone. his heart clenched.

he sat on his bed, silent, before letting out a rugged puff of air.

“.. i think im in love with you.” he knew he was in love with you. he hoped his word choice would soften the blow. “you’re, very very important to me. I’ve trusted you quicker then I’ve trusted anyone else in my whole life. youre the most special person in my life right now.”

he shifted at your blank expression (not knowing you were just processing- you felt the same, you felt just as passionately, you just didn’t expect it! with all the teasing and banter you two have, you hadn’t expected your feelings to be returned!)

he continued, with a soft voice, reduced to a timid whisper, unseen of him by anyone but you. “please tell me you love me too. or leave, I don’t want to hear you say you don’t.”

you stared, before your eyes softened, your tense figure relaxing. you embraced him in a tight hug.

“I love you too, leona. how could I not?”

with that, the waterworks began. he did not try to stop it, finally letting a positive emotion fill his body with no rejection,

no words were exchanged after that. just soft, domestic love.

you truly were like a spring in the desert. too good to be true, unbelievable. but fortunately, for him, not a mirage.

//

i don’t know how leonas got so sad haha.. im sorry

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland hc #twisted wonderland headcanon #twisted wonderland headcanons #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #twst #twst leona #twst riddle #headcanon

[fragglez]

30 Days of Autism Acceptance 2023

- I completely forgot to do this that so here's day 1-11 in one very long post

1 April: The typical introduction question! Tell us something about yourself. If you can't think of anything, try these: What do you enjoy to do in your free time? What music or series/show do you like? Are you happy with your current living situation/the people you live with? What's one of your favourite foods?

My name is Robin and I'm from Denmark.

i love watching movies, my current faves are Cars 1+2+3, Sonic1+2 and the Jurassic Park movies

i live with my mom and my brother which is very nice, i visit my grandparents very often too

and my favourite food is Soup. any soup (without mushrooms).

2 April: When were you diagnosed and when did you know that you're autistic? If you're self-diagnosed, when did you first suspect that you're autistic and when were you sure?

i was diagnosed at 15 after a very long time of trying to convince my parents I was autistic. i found out very early in my life as all my friends and the people I got along with my age were also autistic (they were diagnosed at a young age). i also got bullied and called "autistic" as an insult which made me realise I might be

3 April: How good or bad is your memory for things people say? For example verbal instructions. If you're deaf: Can you lip read? Do you think your autism influences your ability to lip read?

i very quickly forget what people tell me and I often get the instructions then go "okay." and then not even two seconds later go "can you repeat"

4 April: Were/are you in special education? Regular school? Home schooled? A private school? Did it change over time? Did/do you like it?

ive done a bit of everything. I went to regular school the whole time, but i also did special education in some subjects like spelling/reading and maths. i was homeschooled in English because younger me wasn't satisfied with my teachers. i liked it but I wish I could've stayed in special education for a while as I got older and not just when I was little (7-10).

5 April: Did/do you have accommodations at school/IEP? If not, do you think it would help/have helped you?

right now I have a school assigned pedagogue who helps me keep track of my assignments and helps me with other things I might need help with. it's very helpful. i also have special rules like am allowed to have my phone in class + wear headphones

6 April: Can you understand what people say when they talk fast, or do you lose track after a while? Was it different when you were younger? Additional question if your hearing is aided: If your hearing is aided, does that trigger sensory overloads sometimes?

i dont understand when people talk fast, i take a while to understand words when they talk normally as well

7 April: Do you have other diagnoses? What are they? Do you think that some could be incorrect?

i am dyslexic which I agree with I've always had a lot of trouble with reading/spelling and grammar etc. i also have anxiety which yes agree as well

8 April: Do you struggle to read long texts or are you one of those people who can read everything with ease (Braille counts too of course)? If you're blind, do you struggle to pay attention when a screen reader reads a long text, or is it ok?

I struggle with reading long texts and especially when they have a lot of scientific words.

9 April: Did an interest ever turn into an "obsession" for you? If not, do you regularly experience hyperfocus when you engage in your special interest? If nothing applies, tell us about your longest interest, no matter if it's a special interest or not!

yes, when I was younger my interests were very intense but now I'm a bit more collected and can usually find time for interests *and* important stuff. i often hyperfocus and i find it difficult to think about other stuff.

also longest interest has been movies

10 April: Can you understand speech when there is background noise? If you're deaf: Could you understand speech when you were younger? If your hearing is aided: Does the sound make listening to speech uncomfortable to you?

not really, maybe if its very quiet noises I might understand. but if other people are loudly having conversations I can't understand

11 April: If you learned to speak as a child (definition for this post: the ability to use spontaneous speech (mouth words) to communicate in at least two-word sentences), did your ability to speak improve after that, stayed the same, decrease, or did something happen that you can't speak at all anymore now?

As a child i used to talk A LOT but it was only about very specific topics, most of my "conversations" would be reciting whole movies word for word

I have always had a stutter and other speech impediments which makes talking rather difficult and it's exhausting, but overall it stayed the same but i start to struggle with finding the correct words now when I talk

#30daysofautismacceptance #2023 #ableism #a very quick mention not anything graphic #long post #incase the read more dont work

[ultipoter]

I posted 1,182 times in 2022

That's 295 more posts than 2021!

33 posts created (3%)

1,149 posts reblogged (97%)

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@ultipoter

@frivilosity

@zpizdzilo

@kyuupi

@lakanakana

I tagged 787 of my posts in 2022

Only 33% of my posts had no tags

#disco elysium - 108 posts

#video - 58 posts

#fave - 57 posts

#kawaii animals - 57 posts

#reblogging my own stuff - 50 posts

#pokemon - 33 posts

#friend art - 26 posts

#deltarune - 16 posts

#tma - 15 posts

#mine - 13 posts

Longest Tag: 126 characters

#and for almost two years ive been in the belief that yeah people in croatia have a 5kg bucket of toothpaste in their bathrooms

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Harry Du Bois getting a reality lowdown, one wall standing at a time

Disco Elysium is such a good game that it got me (who only draws anime girls) drawing this mustachioed man like 30 or so times

845 notes - Posted April 25, 2022

#4

Selfie time with the Fun Gang✨️

I'm a day late to undertale/deltarune ch2 anniversary but I'm glad I got something done anyway!!

848 notes - Posted September 16, 2022

#3

Playing new pokemon and imagining an immortal Volo in Paldea, exploring its secrets as a ruin maniac

1,008 notes - Posted November 21, 2022

#2

See the full post

1,046 notes - Posted March 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Completely forgot about The Rat Post and I thought “wow that battery sure did a number on the post below” as I scrolled down

23,697 notes - Posted March 18, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #My longest tag is so funny #what a surprise my most reblogged from is myself #that life tag #kinda

[phorbb]

I havent done a real life update in a while now so ill give you a quick summary

Im 18 now (shock horror) and im in my second month of my first job, i love it, at first i was scared id be weird and they’d hate me but as it turns out they love me! I think overall my life has gotten progressively better. I go to the gym now, getting buff you know that, i also cut off the friend id compare myself to in earlier posts, its too long to explain but sometimes platonic love blinds you too, but they were heading down a lonely, bad path and i just couldnt follow them anymore, for my own health.

Im in a steady relationship of around 9 months now, the longest so far, and the happiest, I know people say we must be content alone before we get into a relationship but i have, and having a partner there to help through tough times is really beautiful to me. Ny boyfriend and i have had ups and downs but i really hope this one lasts, i really do love him, but this time he loves me just as much.

Ive started contacting other friends, my kpop loving forever bff since babies, and more, but i just thought its time to stop feeling so alone, even in work i feel like my co workers are my friends. Im going as Chun Li from street fighter for Halloween, me and my friends are heading out to town for it :)

Im not sure if i want to go to university or not it’s still up for debate but im trying my hardest to figure it out. I still get stressed alot and i still haven’t been tested for autism despite me thinking I have it, I also forgot to mention my trichtolomania that ive had sine i was around 15-16 , im 18 and its still going strong unfortunately, im slowly getting there, i was even allowed to dye my hair red!!.

But as if recently my grandad has fallen ill and we are fearing the worst this time significantly, i keep his smoke smelling jacket with me now, just for safe keeping for when he comes home obviously, i love that man so much hes such a fighter, and i will pray for him every single night if thats what it takes.

But other than that not much has happened in my silly little life, oh i got a new puppy his name is teddy, he looks like a piece of fried chicken hahaha, ill add a photo at the end. But regardless, im doing better, im growing up and as much as I may hate it, im doing it my way.

[oworiio]

CHECKMATE — NAHOYA KAWATA.

'You wanted him to fuck you silly in front of her and make her cry about the dick she couldn’t ever fathom getting.'

or my elaboration of this post— toxic!nahoya makes you jealous just to have make up sex.

word count: 2.7k

cw: 🔞! angst (?) not rlly, manipulation, (1) mention of weight, fighting, slapping (in and out of sex), fear play kind of, mating press, breeding.... i forgot.

note: why did this take me days and why is this the longest one shot ive ever written.. it's not even good.

tagging: @nahoyaa @waskasa @tooweirdforyou

Disgust. It’s the only feeling you can only think of when you see them together.

“‘Hoya! Stop it!” She huffs a fake high pitched giggle as your boyfriend, Nahoya tickles her. The repeated laughs and false pleads of ‘Stop!’ and ‘Hoya’ leaving her filthy mouth turns muffled to your ears.

You’re so damned at this moment. Staring, darting and following every little movement he seems to do to her. The only thing saving you from hurling everything you’ve had for lunch, which wasn’t much since his best friend made a comment on your weight, telling you ‘It wouldn’t kill to have a smaller portion.’— is the large lump in your throat.

It feels like a crater is in your esophagus as the overly-friendly interactions shifted into something that looks and is way more intimate than some ‘play fighting.’ Eyes squint in disbelief at your boyfriend's friendly behavior hits an all time high, one hand on her waist, the other on her thigh, hugging with his infamous sneering grin plastered all over his face.

That fucking smile. The smile that would usually make you feel so giddy and warm— that fucking smile that now only makes you want to do put every force and power your body can produce to punch it away.

He knows. Oh he definitely knows he’s pushing your boundary. There’s no logical reasoning as to why his girl best friend is sitting on his lap. And why his hands were so happy to be around her like that, you don’t even remember last he did that to you.

The heat radiating on your head is unmatched. You can’t tell if it’s from the overwhelming jealousy or rage filling your mind and heart as all you do is watch with wide eyes as you have the best front row seated tickets to watch your boyfriend blatantly fuck his best friend in front of you.

Now that you’re thinking of it, it’s both. It’s most definitely both. The desire to punch this bitch is astronomical, you want to do so, so badly, but you can’t. You couldn’t bring yourself to do that, even if it’d bring you soul quenching satisfaction.

You know the consequences if you were to. The neglect and treatment you’d get after, isn’t something new.

It’s the only thing you argue about actually. Frequent talks about how he’s pushing your buttons and how much you despise her, just thinking of her brings you into a pit of anger. Everytime is the same, you spill your honest to god feelings and how much you’re trying to understand his side but being met with a wall, every, single, goddamn time. A large soundproof brick wall, that has you crumbling with his ending words being—

“I get it already, are you done?”

Those 7 words would shatter you, turning you into more of a crying mess. ‘He doesn’t care.’ You try to tell yourself. But you could never leave him, you’re so fucking whipped. The pure thought of being without him breaks your heart, threatening it to go into cardiac arrest.

So you let him go tax free. A loud scoff escaping him as he watches your broken down form afterwards; telling you that you’re so insecure, and that you’re lucky that you’re the one he picked so, be grateful.

But you are, you’re so fucking grateful.

So grateful that you let him do this to you, breaking you down just because he can. He knows how much of an effect he has over you, sliding his fat cock inside of your cunt so kindly enough to pass by anything that he’s ever done as you ride up into another orgasm.

“Screw you, Nahoya!” The images of you screaming at his nothing but calm, unfazed face pisses you off even harder, “Why do you keep doing this to me!?”

And he accepts your apology with open arms, kissing and hugging you, fucking you back to who you are. “You’re all mine right, baby?” You shake and shudder under him, nodding so passionately. “I’m all yours, only yours! Hah— everything is yours, ‘Hoya!”

The laugh that leaves his lips is almost cynical, breathtaking, eyes never leaving your star filled ones.

“Never forget that.”

You finally stood from your seat, face tinted with an angry red as you marched and towered over the two who were the origin of your now spurred rage. The playful aura that they created was now shriveled up and dead in your palm as you pushed the skank off of your boyfriend, who was more than amused— smile more cynical than happy or even upset.

“Hey!”

“Get the fuck out.” You huffed, willingly trying to strain yourself before the circuits in your brain get cut off. “What? Hoya help! They’re scaring me!” Your eyes flickered to your boyfriend who wasn’t even trying to interrupt your actions. He was smirking, egging you on almost.

“Fuck’er you scared for?” Nahoya asks, pupils dilated as he eyes your body up and down, watching what’s going down. “They’re not gonna hurt you.”

You can’t tell if he’s trying to tease and provoke some kind of reaction out of you, or trying to comfort her in some sort of way that makes you want to bring your fist to him instead of her. “You heard me, bitch. Get the fuck out of here before I slap the dog shit out of you and drag your ass out of here myself.”

Something that was aparent to Nahoya is his now growing boner, hardening in his pants as you mouth your anger out on his poor best friend, who he really couldn’t give a fuck about in all honesty.

All of those arguments were something that was planned. And he was just so happy one of his pawns finally got him to where he wanted you to be, checkmate.

Never once did he bluff you as he watched as your hand moved on its own accord, striking the poor girl's cheek with a stinging ‘BAP!’ echoing and bouncing against his walls; you’re sure her ears are ringing right now, face now pink on one side with painful tears escaping as she runs out of the house.

Your breathing was now labored, finally realizing what you have done and how majorly you might’ve fucked yourself over, slowly turning back to your boyfriend anticipating what he would respond to your actions.

But once again, you were confused as to what Nahoya is feeling as he looks calm, neutral even. You’re scared to find out if he’s upset and brewing up something extremely hurtful to spew at you, but you’re caught even more off guard as he hauls your body on top of him, friendly hands gripping your hips.

“Fuck— you sure do know how to get my attention. Don’t you? You poor thing.” His tone is agonizing, every word is so slow and mean, but he doesn’t seem one bit upset at you. Actually, he dissipated, clearly hard over what you just did just now. “If you wanted me to fuck you so bad, you could’ve just told me from the get go, baby.”

Your ability to speak out or defend your intentions left. It left after how unimaginably wet you were getting, so quickly you were turned into putty under his fingers. Suddenly his words warped your interpretation because yes, you wanted your boyfriend so badly.

You wanted him to fuck you silly in front of her and make her cry about the dick she couldn’t ever fathom getting.

How badly you wish that was happening, but settling for this was okay. It was better than okay, it’s great actually, because you knew, deep in your soul you were the only one getting penetrated by Nahoya Kawata, not her.

“‘Want you…” you replied breathy, borderline moaning at the way your crotch was getting merely teased by his rock hard cock directly under you. “‘Want you to punish me, ‘Hoya.”

Nahoya smirks, “Slap me then.” His response catches you off guard yet again. “Slap me, and I’ll give you what you’ve been begging for.” and with that extra confirmation, he ruts his hips into you, causing you to whimper pathetically.

Even when clothed, Nahoya’s cock never fails to disappoint you— adorning your cunt with a friction you didn’t even recognize until now that you so desperately needed. After a few seconds without a second thrust or another way for friction, you were brought back with the ultimatum he presented to you.

Surely he was bluffing, no way and no how was he actually serious about wanting you to slap him like you did to his best friend.. Is this a trick questio— “Do it. Don’t be a fucking square, slap me.”

He sounds so serious, demanding voice making your nipples perk up under your bra as you got goosebumps. You could never disobey him, never ever; bringing your palm up to repeat your past actions, slapping the lazy smirk off your boyfriend's face.

After a few seconds of complete utter silence Nahoya turns back to you, staring at your now fearful expression as you can’t tell if you made him proud or completely mad.

“Fuck!” He finally rasped, flipping you over on your back, grabbing you with a forceful grip on your jaw, making you look deep into his eyes. You’re pissing yourself, he’s so fucking scary at times, but his animalistic demeanor is oddly turning you on even more.

“You’re so pretty when you’re all possessive over me, like a goddamn puppy.” Nahoya growls, smirk suddenly returning as he pulls you close to him. “But you’re even prettier when you’re all scared of me.”

He’s even more amused than before, laughing slowly at you as your pupils are small and full of fear of what’s to happen. Is he mad? Is he happy? Is he turned on by the slap? You can’t really ever figure out what’s happening in his brain but he’s so seductive that you don’t really care.

You’re like a fat kid that finds cake, watching him with lust as he practically rips off anything that obscures his view and access to your body, rough hands trailing across your body hungrily.

“I felt filthy touching that bitch.” He confesses, “Need to touch you to forget all about it.”

Your eyes soften up with his words, ‘How sweet..’ you’re starting to space out, staring as his hands reach your face you assume to cup your cheek and give you a kiss, but what you’re met with is the complete opposite of what you expected.

His hand raises only to fall back in full force it seems, striking you across the face and making you let out a strangled weep you had no idea you were holding in.

It’s hard and blunt, you could feel it leaving a mark as it burns the left side of your face; red and flaming with ringing ears. It’s even more odd that it turns you on, it’s hot, possibly even hotter than how your injury feels.

You’re so turned on, more than you possibly have ever been. So much so, your arousal moves you on it’s own, lounging to attack Nahoya with a sloppy kiss. It’s disgusting but he understands the assignment, tongue feeding into your mouth as you mouth drool and moan into each other.

Nahoya’s quick with it, tasting you for mere, possibly tickling a minute before he removes himself from you. He’s looking down on you like you’re some sick little prey, swearing you could see an assortment of red beaming in his eyes as she shoves his pants down, cock springing eagerly with a red tint on his tip, the beading precum beginning to leak from his slit.

His dick isn’t something you haven’t met before but right now it looks as if it’s grown twice it’s size since your last fuck, and you’re real sure it feels twice as bigger as Nahoya isn’t a patient man as he usually is; shoving his oversized cock into you with a harsh slam.

The overwhelming feeling of pleasure mixed with the pain of his dick making your walls effortlessly stretch around him forces you to grip the duvet under you, head following down with a silent moan escaping your agape mouth.

“Shit—That face of yours..” Nahoya pauses, seemingly slamming the wind out of himself too. “Haven’t even fucked you, yet you’re already going crazy.”

His smirk is so quick to return. He knows how much control he has over you, yet it always surprises him when you act this way for him, it���s just outlandish how a pretty little thing like you is getting all worked up over nothing, it truly is a game of chess.

And making you cum is his next checkmate.

“‘S been so long, ‘Hoya..” You reach out to him, all breathy and desperate. In all honesty it has been, too long, way too fucking long since you’ve felt this way.

“Now, now.” Nahoya hands find their way to trail down to the underside of your thigh, peeling you from his mattress as he folds them past your chest. “Easy, have I ever left you unsatisfied?” He asks, knowing full well he’s never left you unhappy, what kind of man leaves his partner begging is a man he can’t see eye to eye with.

He’s so huge as towering over you, holding you closely as he shoves more of his length inside of you, shushing you so lovingly as you whimper to him about how he’s about to split you in half.

It’s so much, too much almost, he knows that you want to tap out but you can’t. There’s no way in hell you could tap out from this when he’s making you feel so good, one harsh thrust could have you sending into an immediate orgasm.

In the inside, Nahoya’s same as you, possibly even more needy than you are but he’s so well at hiding it until now. Oh no, ‘cause right now you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever set his eyes on, making you feel empty just to fill you right back up again with each calculated stroke into your cunt. Flushed face with a semi-swollen pinkish red cheek with a matte black tear of your mascara falling from your temple and cheek.

This is the state you’re most prettiest.

You even have him moaning with each thrust, your pussy engulfing him so well, it leaves him shaking every time his tip massages through your gummy walls. “Fuckin’ pussy’so good!”

The hot air of sex that filled the room was thick, and so apparent even if you were outside of his bedroom you’re sure you could tell what was happening. He’s so rough now, the repeating sounds of your sopping cunt being abused by his cock, balls slapping against your ass is so sinful, so sinfully good.

He doesn’t even care that his desperation is showing now, growling and groaning with each grunting rut inside of your pussy, he’s close. “‘M Gonna cum in this pussy! You’re so fuckin’ good for me, fuck—”

“Yesyes! Please—fuck! Make me yours, ‘Hoya! Gonna cum for you, gonna cum all over your cock!” You’re crying out for dear life, clutching onto his shoulders as you’re reaching your own climax with him— it’s so good, his cock is so good, it’s no wonder why you go stupid for it.

“Shit—so fuckin hot.. Cream all over my dick baby, fuck—” He’s stumbling to even finish his babbling moans, slamming with all he’s got, pumping and pulsating inside of you.

“Y’want my cum, huh?” He doesn’t even register that you’re screaming and begging for it, even if you didn’t want it he doesn’t care either way, there’s no humanly way to stop this man from doing what he desires.

“Breeding this cunt, fuck— gonna fill you up and make you mine.” Nahoya growls as he begins to empty his load inside of you, grunting. “No one’s getting fucked like you baby—” He gulps, both your eyes and his roll back with the overstimulating feeling of his cum filling you up to the brim, “No one’s getting filled like you.” He somehow assures you as the last of his sperm paints your walls.

It’s so thick, it’s so gross the way it beads out when he withdraws himself from you, but at the same time it’s amazing, it’s hot the way he marks you from the inside.

Because you’re his and his only.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #smiley smut #smiley x reader #nahoya x reader #nahoya smut #nahoya kawata x reader #nahoya kawata smut #smiley thirst

[jung-koook]

omg i stalked the hell out of you just now (sorry for that) and i am in shock. you've been here for the longest time??? you have posts from june, 2013. that's insane. i really want to ask you how does it feel, being part of this for more than half a decade. they've changed so much and it's hard to process as someone new, can't imagine seeing that happen real time. they used to be so dark and now they're not, plus they're heading the industry by far. it's so mind-blowing. what was what sparkled your interest in the first place? they look/sound nothing like they did during debut, it's like two different groups. omg. anyway this a weird ask ik, sorry again. and thank you for all your edits/gifs! thank you for still creating stuff for the fandom ♡

first of all i already want to apologize for the bad english ♡

every time someone says they stalked my old posts i want the floor to swallow me LMAO there are so many cringe posts there. please dont do that to your eyes laksaksk ok, lets start by answering what sparkled my interest in this amazing group. ive been listening to kpop practically since i was born and ive always been interested in new groups. there was a forum that talks about rumors of new groups and stuff, there i learned about namjoon and the group he would be part of. at that time there was rumored to have other rappers who would be part of bangtan, before their debut time, bangtan already ~sounded~ different from what they were when they debuted. then after that i learned more about namjoon, the group and listened to some of namjoon predebut songs and started to like him. the one who sparked my interest in bangtan was namjoon but the one who made me stay until they debuted was jeongguk. before they even debuted i was crazy about jeongguk laksakls. i lost count how many times i watch their predebut logs and videos. before they debuted i met other people who liked them and these people wanted to make a gif bfor bangtan, then this blog happened. before it was supposed to be a blog with 4 people but they didnt have time to make gifs :/ so it was just me who made gifs here. me, who never had a tumblr and never made gifs in my life ALSKASK. so thats why this is a sideblog ); being in this fandom since the beginning is something really special and important for me. i have experienced many things and emotions here. i had a lot of friends who also started to like bangtan since their debut time but they stopped liking them for those reasons that you are talking about. these friends talk about feeling distant, feeling that bangtan has changed. it is obvious that these changes happen and were not expected but i never saw these changes as negative. i still dont feel this distance feeling. in fact, i feel more and more close to them and at the same time far away. i know its confunsing but its not bad feeling. its just, bangtan and their songs helped me a lot in my life. i always say that id be a totally different sky if i didnt meet them. but i put bangtan in a dangerous place in my life. i depend a lot on bangtan emotionally and physically. and for me that feeling did not do well. and that feeling didnt do me any good. i'm the same age as jeongguk, so i feel like i grew up with them. i was a kid who was 10 years old diagnosed with depression and saw no reason to smile. when i found bangtan they transformed my life. when i was sad i just watched their videos and listen to their song i forgot my personal life. many times that i thought that there was no reason for me to exist in this world but in bangtan i found a ~cover~ for my empty feeling. before i wanted to look for real help, bangtan was that help for me. bangtan still makes a huge difference in my life, just thinking about being without them i feel like crying! i'm not even exaggerating here. i think it was for these reasons that i didnt care much about their changes like my friends did, even though some made me wonder "why is bangtan doing this". like, boy with luv LAKSAKSK i dont hate this song but i never imagined this boy with luv bangtan 😆. so this was my short story of how i'm still here all this time and i know i'll never leave it here. one of the things that is so special about stan bangtan that many fans have a very similar story of how they became a fan. there are many fans who met bangtan at a time in their lives that they really needed them. and it makes me so emotional! i know a lot of the new armys wanted to be here from the beginning but the most important thing is that they came into your life when you really needed it. i dont like to be too personal here so i'm sorry. and idk why but my dyslexia seems to have gotten worse these days so maybe my text looks more confusing than it used to be. i feel we are very lucky to be an army, and to love this group that has an incredible history and that has done and does things that no one ever imagined they were capable of. i will love it if you tell me your story and how your interest in bangtan started. pleaseeeeee~ and please, you dont need to thank me sweetheart ok 😭

#Anonymous #reply #i’ll probably put this ask in private in a while because i dont like to leave personal things about me here :/

[chibiskittles]

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#5

made my wife another Cthulhu. Trans-thulhu! (lol i just realized ive been spelling it wrong >>)

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ITS DONE :D  its like 3 x 5 feet big xD  its meant for a baby girl, whos got a woodland theme nursery xD

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#3

Pink Penguin Blanket!

The long and the short of it:  I miss my security blanket (he had to be retired), and finding a replacement is hell on earth.  So I decided to make one!

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Oh. I forgot.

No one cares.

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Another hat

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[mbti-sorted]

#GetSorted Round-up

The #GetSorted Challenge is over, and I’m still kind of absorbing everything.  Here’s some of what’s been going on from my perspective:

i) I had 19 participants, 14 women and 5 men.  Only 3 were NJs, only 3 were TJs, and only 4 were introverts.  I said before that I thought introverts would be unlikely to enter, and I guess I can stand by that.  If my typings were right, no INFP, INFJ, ISTJ, ISFP.  If wrong… missing an ENFJ, and got an INFJ?  Other than that, there was nothing particularly noticeable, demographically, by mbti.

ii) Sometimes I get the feeling some of you still don’t have a great idea of how my ‘process’ works, such as it is.  Hopefully this gives you a better idea.  Bold is when I settled on a type.  Red is for mistakes.  Purple italics is for partial typing.  (Typings subject to change upon future waffling, but probably only the less than 100% ones in this case).

I had 14 people typed in the first 5 seconds (73%), although one was wrong, and I had the remaining 5 narrowed down to either two or four types.  By end of video I had 15 typed (84%), with four narrowed down to 2-3 types.   After waffling post video and/or talking to my typing team of sisters I had 18 typed  (94%), with one wrong.  After time to reflect (and more consulting), I cleared up the two I’d gotten wrong, so now I’m pretty sure about 17 of the typings (89%). The two left are one of two types.

iii) What made me unsure about types?  Not having good examples for comparison, primarily.  There was only one first impression I had (complete or partial) that felt wrong by the end.  Having a team with other experiences and examples mostly helped fill in the gaps.  Also defending my typings makes me defensive and less objective, which I’m aware of, so I’m willing to give the two in question the benefit of the doubt.

iv) Were the questions effective?  I generally type people with media training who give canned answers, so content is helpful, but secondary for me if things are going well.  I had very few expectations for the content going in - I was mostly trying to give people something to talk about that was not specifically about mbti.  Watching the questions be chosen and interpreted was the interesting part, more so than the actual content of the answers.

Intro questions: for context, what are you up to?

    1. Teacher - a lot of people answered, which was good.

    2. Subject - This one was good for context, but I would combine it with #10 and 16.

    10. Job Passion - mostly ENs said yes!

    16. Other paths - combine with #2

    7. Language - This did what it was supposed to - establish a baseline for non-English speakers, which was great, because there were 7!  Also interesting to hear about all the polyglots.

Personal:

   5. Conflicts - If you were willing to answer this, how personal were you willing to get?  Mostly EFs and then ETJs shared personal strife in remotely any detail.

   8. Younger self - not specifically useful (tended to confirm whatever I was thinking already, but not divulge anything new), but a lot of people answered

Fun:

   4.Supernatural - this was the most answered question (everyone but the ITPs), and I can say that so far there’s not much of a pattern to people’s beliefs.

   6.Character - this turned out to be super useful! People identify with characters who share either 2 or 4 functions and/or 2+ (mostly 3+) letters.

Negative: had the idea that the questions I was asking were mostly positive and I should flip the ‘What’s your favourite-’ thing on it’s head.

   (5. Conflicts)

   11. Holidays - This turned out to be not very useful and kind of a downer.  People who want to be negative are capable of doing so without prompting!

Random:

   3. Sports injury - useless!  Tumblr mbti people are apparently not into sports (go figure!), and all it did was make @enfjpuppettheatre want to hunt down a coach and give them a talking-to.  If I actually wanted to look at this, I’d have to pair up with a physio.

   14. Broke or $$ - nothing conclusive.

   19. Unanswered ?s - not the most interesting, but sort of useful for context, again.

Aimed: trying to see if I could get some specific reactions.

   9. Collect/gather people (E/I, ENTJ, ESFs) - I forgot that ENTJs collect people!  I have a lot of ESFs in person I know who collect people and wouldn’t consider that that’s what they’re doing, which seems to pan out.  (Although not every ESF does).

   12. Heartbreak (ESFP) - I was thinking of my friend who reminds me of CuppaJasmineTea when I put this in, and she was the one most excited to answer, so that was cool!

   13. Cars & tech (T-types) - A lot of these were personal or feelings oriented, so this one was just about the shiny objects.  4/8 T types answered it. Two ESTs and an ESFP picked out a car.  The ESTP’s choice was for story reasons!

   15. Collect Things (Si?) - interesting what people considered collections!  I don’t think this worked as expected, but it was interesting.

   17. Direction & time (Si vs Se) - Si tends to navigate by steps/landmarks/street signs.  Se tends to orient themselves to a landmark/other that I don’t entirely understand.  This is a fascinating question to me that I wish I could ask more about in follow up.  I once spent about an hour quizzing @enfjpuppettheatre on which direction she thought things were.

   18. Steeple (Se vs Si) - Se tended to have more 3d, or cinematic experiences, happening over time.  Si tended to have more 2d, postcard image experiences. STPs were the anomaly, having story/symbolism/metaphor associations.

Exit questions

   1. Prep - more context.  Most of you put a lot more work into these than I was expecting!

   2. Mbti type - the only people who said they were the type I thought they were gave me a couple of types to work from.  My opinion of the mbti test continues to be low...

   3. Description - tended to work as confirmation rather than anything revelatory.

v) Are there any patterns by type as far as content goes?  There were not enough people entering to really make much of this.  Some things were interesting, particularly the STPs leaning into story associations.

vi) Are there any patterns that were not content-oriented?  The time limit gave some interesting results.  Three quarters of the shortest videos were by TPs, but the remaining TP had the longest video.  Also the number of questions answered fell into a pattern:

vii) Would I revise the challenge in any way? 

-As far as content of questions, I would remove the sports injury, joyless holidays, broke or $$ questions, and combine subject/job into one question. Changing the order of questions might lead to different results since most people answered in order and a lot people didn’t have time for some of the ones at the end (I just posted them in the order I came up with them).  I would maybe add some that aimed at functions other than Si-Se.  I would also rewrite the direction question, the people gathering and the steeple questions for clarity.

-Ask about which hand and foot are dominant... I have a theory in progress.

-As far as format of responses, I think I was well-intentioned in replying to everyone as their videos came out, but I would be better off replying in a chart like the one at the top of this post.  Partly it’s easier to keep objectivity and partly because it takes me a while to write out responses, and if there had been greater volume of videos, I might have been in trouble.  The volume was pretty low, though, overall, so I think I’d make it a 2 or 3 week challenge... 2 weeks for video, one for responses?

-I would also ask to keep videos up for however long the challenge is open.  As you can see, the waffling is an ongoing thing, and it helps to refer to the source material!

viii) Anything happen I wasn’t expecting?  Some of the most interesting aspects turned out to be watching people deal with all the instructions (only 9 people out of 19 managed to follow them to the letter) and the time limit.  Everyone was incredibly earnest about the project which was very sweet!  I had a really great time watching them all.  I think the general age and experience of the people typed was a little more varied than I expected, but it seemed to work ok, anyway.

Your questions:

Anonymous said to mbti-sorted: Will you open another video challenge!

Maybe as an annual or bi-annual thing.  We’ll see.

Anonymous said to mbti-sorted: Have you been able to notice any differences in muscle tension in the #getsorted challenge? Was 10 minutes enough to type people using that method?

Yes, for 66%, it was instant recognition, so 9:55 too long!  For the remaining 33%, it was ok.

Anonymous said to mbti-sorted: From the top of your head, which type has the most 100% tag?

Not really a #GetSorted question, but I started re-watching everyone in the tags and giving them about 10 seconds apiece, and if I could tell they were right immediately, they got tagged as 100%.  Working through ENTP, ENFP and INFP still, but the other N types are done.  ISTJ is also done. 

(It’s gonna take me a while...)

Thanks to everyone who submitted videos!  You’re amazing, and this couldn’t have happened without you!

#GetSorted #ask mbti sorted #not a typing post #typing process

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Six (1/6)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Chapter Warnings: Angst, Violence, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (Bucky), Eating Disorder (Reader), Slow Burn, 18+

Summary: Bucky knew that there were more important things for him to worry about. Of course he did. He still had to work through the horrors of his past, never mind his present, which was the exact reason why he honed right in on your petty bullshit. You distracted him from the things he didn’t want to think about. You also drove him up a fucking wall.

Written for @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan​‘s Multi-Fandom Followers Challenge - ‘enemies to lovers’ trope.

James Buchanan Barnes couldn’t stand you. Or your generation.

‘Millennials’ they were called, ranging anywhere from 25 to 40, give or take a couple years. Boy, were they wasteful, entitled, and disrespectful – spoiled rotten by the children of his generation. Where all of their parenting had gone wrong, he wasn’t sure, but it explained a hell of a lot about the world’s current state of affairs.

He knew that Steve didn’t like any of it either, but Steve wasn’t vocal about it; not that Bucky was vocal, of course, because he wasn’t.

Except for when you were involved.

The shitty attitude, he could handle. You griped constantly, so much that it grated on his last nerve after every mission. ‘Broke a nail’ this and ‘bled all over my new shirt’ that. No matter how good you were in the field, he loathed having to deal with you longer than necessary. You whined like a spoiled brat and it was exhausting.

He could also deal with the disrespect. Because your face was buried in your phone 24/7, you’d stumbled into him more than once in the hallway without offering so much as an apology – never mind the time that you very nearly got him shot because you forgot to put the stupid device on silent while the two of you were doing covert ops, or all the other times you interrupted him while he was talking to send off a text. Sometimes he thought you did it on purpose just to piss him off, but he let it slide.

What Bucky couldn’t stand was the wastefulness. Growing up during the Great Depression had taught him not let a single thing go to waste. In fact, he’d say it was downright shameful to do so. His outdated mentality on the subject was just as hard to grow out of as it was for him not to comment on it, and needless to say, he commented. A lot.

Shortly after Bucky moved into the compound, he went to the kitchen for some orange juice one morning and found you throwing away some wilted but perfectly edible produce. An argument ensued. He used up the remnants for breakfast, while you stormed out of the room.

That particular incident was what set the tone for your tumultuous relationship, if you could even call it that. You’d only met a week or two prior, and neither of you left a good impression on the other. He was still keyed up from his return to civilization. You were a victim of circumstance. In retrospect, he knew he shouldn’t have picked the fight, but he didn’t regret it in the least because your bad habits just continued on from there.

One afternoon, he found you stuffing your face with candy instead of eating the tub of yogurt you’d bought a month ago. Bucky knew it was about to go off because it sat there every day at eye level, unopened, with your name written on it in curly black marker, taunting him whenever he opened the fridge. As the expiration date neared, he told you more than once that he’d eat it if you weren’t going to. He’d quickly noticed what a picky eater you were – even though no one from his generation was picky like that – and in some way, he might have been trying to be nice.

More than that, though, it was his attempt at controlling the situation and with it, your wasteful behaviour. You saw right through it and another argument ensued, during which you told him to just eat the fucking thing and stop riding your ass about it. He ate the entire tub by the next morning. You never bought yogurt again.

After dinner one night, he caught you scraping most of your meal off your plate into the trash. He’d seen you pushing it around from the corner of his eye, picking at it like you didn’t have an appetite and maybe you didn’t. He assumed you’d pack it away for later like a normal person, but instead you threw it out. It resulted in yet another argument, and this one ended with hot, angry tears spilling down your cheeks right before you told him to go fuck himself for constantly hassling you about your eating habits.

That was about two weeks ago, and the two of you hadn’t talked since. It was the longest you’d gone without talking to each other over the six months or so since you met, during which you’d argued more times than he could count. Lately, though, you weren’t around much and neither was he. Too many missions. A blessing in disguise.

Bucky knew there were more important things for him to worry about. Of course he did. He still got nightmares, despite the weekly therapy he’d begrudgingly started to attend at Steve’s suggestion and Sam’s prodding. He still had to unpack and work through the horrors of his past, never mind his present.

Yes, there were more important things for him to worry about, which was the exact reason why he honed right in on the petty bullshit. It distracted him from the things he didn’t want to think about.

In some ways, you became his distraction.

When he first met you, he thought you were attractive – and to him, your body still was but Christ, did your personality drive him up a wall. There was never a shred of sexual tension between you and him because all that existed was just plain tension. The air was thick with it whenever you were in the same room, and your teammates were always prepared to break up whatever argument arose from the two of you being together for more than a minute.

While you picked a fight every now and then, it was usually him and, truth be told, Bucky didn’t really blame you for not liking him. He didn’t like himself much, either. He’d done more than enough terrible things for a lifetime or two. That was one reason why he was in therapy.

By comparison, this was minor. It was stupid. It was petty, but whenever you were around, every word out of his mouth was a criticism. He blamed it on the fact that out of everyone he worked with, you were by far the most obnoxious and you made no secret of your disdain for him. It was annoying. You were annoying.

That said, the two of you somehow worked well together. On the battlefield, you listened to his orders without question. You respected him as a soldier, an ally. You did the job, and you did it well – usually. In the thick of it all, he actually liked to be with you and if he was honest, he’d admit that liked the fire in your eyes when you covered him or returned fire. Unfortunately, he just couldn’t afford to be so honest. Not anymore.

The problem was that as soon as the fight was over, you were at each other’s throats all over again. All the excess adrenaline coursing through his veins and yours after a mission certainly didn’t help matters any, especially on the plane ride home, when tensions were high and him just looking at you wrong set you off. Or vice versa.  

It was only by pure luck that you hadn’t been paired up over the last two weeks.

He quickly discovered that that was a bad thing. A very bad thing. When you were finally paired up together for a mission, it went south very quickly due to your lack of communication. He wasn’t paying as much attention as he should have been and neither were you. Instead, you wound up being thrown against a wall where you smacked your head against brick and concrete and, for a moment, he thought the worst.

You didn’t regain consciousness for almost a week.

It wasn’t a pleasant time for Bucky. No, his nightmares were worse than ever because now he had you to add to his always-growing list of mistakes: his failure to protect you, to watch your six like you had his. He blamed himself for not trying to fix things sooner.  He blamed himself for a lot of things. That was another reason why he was in therapy.

He wasn’t there when you woke up, but he arrived just in time to watch you yank the IV from your arm, snarling at the nurse not to touch you again. When the nurse saw him walk in, she looked relieved to see him, almost, like he’d be able to talk some sense into you.

Yeah, right.

You quickly pulled the bag of fluids hanging beside your bed and scanned it with frantic eyes, searching for something – he didn’t know what. All he knew was that it was unsettling to see you like this, so frazzled, so upset. Something was wrong.

“Hey, doll,” he said, taking a couple of cautious steps into the room, but you didn’t even seem to hear him. Normally you would have snapped at him over the casual address, but instead, you were talking to yourself.

“Six days,” you muttered, trying to do the math on your fingers, but it didn’t quite click. Your brain was a hazy mess, and unfortunately, you couldn’t remember much – just that you’d been knocked back into a wall and then – nothing. “Ten thousand?”

It wasn’t until you swore loudly that you realized Bucky was in the room. He was just the person you needed to see right now. Perfect.

“What do you want?” you asked, dropping the bag down onto the bed. Next to it lay the feeding tube the nurse had just very uncomfortably removed.

“You wanna tell me what all this,” he gestured to the bloody IV on the floor, “is about?”

“Not particularly,” you snarked. “I’m being discharged. Out of my way, Barnes.”  

As always, you drove him up a wall, but he was a little more forgiving this time. You’d just woken up from a coma. That was probably why your behaviour was so off. It made sense.

Instead of dignifying your attitude with a response, he just stepped aside and let you storm out into the hallway.

Still, he found himself trailing behind you – giving you your distance, but he also wanted to keep an eye on you for any other erratic behaviour. If you noticed that he was following you, you didn’t say anything. Instead, you signed some discharge papers at the nurse’s station, accepted a small pile of folded clothing – your torn uniform – and made your way to the elevator.

Bucky got in with you almost automatically. In fact, he hardly even realized it until his feet had already taken him there. He didn’t know why.

You eyed him suspiciously as he pressed the button to the ground floor, but he ignored you. The ride downstairs was silent and uncomfortable – tense as always – but your racing thoughts distracted you from it, fingernails tapping anxiously against the handrail in the elevator as it made its descent.

As terrible as you felt, you had to go to the gym. You had to burn off the ten thousand calories that had been pumped into your body over the last week. Needed to.  It wasn’t optional.

“Sorry,” he said then, and you glanced over at him. He didn’t apologize often.

“For what?”

“I wasn’t covering you,” he responded, meeting your eyes for a moment before he looked away. There was a hint of shame there that you didn’t miss. “I should’ve had your six. You got hurt because I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Shit happens,” you told him, tone neutral, but some small part of you appreciated his apology – his honesty, even though it wasn’t his fault. You were the one who should have been paying more attention, but all you were focused on during the mission was burning off the calories you’d had at lunch. The fact that you and Bucky were in the middle of a rough patch at the time was the furthest thing on your mind.

Just like now.

Bucky didn’t say anything at that, and the conversation died out. Thankfully, the elevator finally reached the bottom floor just in time with a quiet ‘ding’.

You didn’t even look in his direction as you exited the elevator, planning to make a beeline for your room to get changed into more suitable clothing. The nightgown you were wearing – courtesy of medical – was comfortable, but not exactly good for exercising.

“You got someplace to be?”

You shot Bucky an irritated look and said like it was obvious, “The gym.”

“You just got out of medical—”

“Let it go, Barnes,” you called over your shoulder.

Thankfully, he did let it go.

You made it to your room in the neighbouring building just fine, but the moment you shut the door behind you, your calm demeanour was replaced with panic. How the hell were you supposed to burn off ten thousand calories? You were going to be at the gym all night.

And you were.

In the end, you were at the gym for hours. The sun was shining high in the sky when you were released from the medical ward, and now it was dark. A quick check of your watch showed that it was a little after eight o’clock.

By this point, you’d done a half hour on every single cardio machine in the gym: treadmills, ellipticals, a random stair climber that never got used, then spin bikes when your back started to hurt from being on your feet for so long.

Now that your legs were thoroughly fatigued, you were putting your arms to work with a punching bag. Boxing still required some leg work, of course, but your wrapped knuckles were catching the brunt of it.

In between the bursts of cardio, you were going to the bathroom and weighing yourself after, not that it made much of a difference – not even half a pound. With all the exercise, you wound up drinking far too much water, so now you were peeing out the difference. As soon as you finished pulling your sweaty leggings back up, you already felt like you had to go again. It was a special brand of hell.

You’d just returned to the heavy bag and landed a couple of unsteady punches when you realized you weren’t alone. Bucky was here, now. Of course he was.

Over the past few hours, some of your teammates had come through. Steve and Sam came in to train together, and were pleasantly surprised to find that you were finally up and at ‘em again. Clint grinned at you and gave you a thumbs-up. Natasha was glad to see that you were already feeling well enough for some cardio.

Except you weren’t feeling well enough at all. You were ready to puke. Truth be told, you’d been feeling like that for a while, but you held it back because you needed to burn off the calories. With a conservative estimate, you’d maybe only burned a third of the ten thousand.

Just a third.

“You feeling alright?”

Bucky’s hand was gentle on your sweaty shoulder and you jumped, very nearly losing your footing. You knew your body was a bit more sluggish, now, but your reaction time was embarrassingly slow.

You shrugged off his hand. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine,” he told you.

“So what?” you snapped at him. “Why do you even care? You didn’t during the mission.”

That was a low blow, and you knew it. He’d already apologized, for one, and for two, it wasn’t his fault to begin with. It was yours.

When Bucky’s jaw tensed, you turned back to the heavy bag in front of you, refusing to meet his eyes again.

You hated always being so nasty to him, but only he could inspire such a rise out of you. You weren’t sure why. The two of you got on like water and oil, constantly arguing about stupid, petty bullshit. The arguments usually happened when you were at your worst: cranky from a lack of food or angry with yourself for an abundance of it. Sometimes, he got a bug up his ass about your eating habits, and that was what really set you off. It was a sensitive topic. You despised talking about it because that just stressed you out even more, so much that every now and then it made you cry.

Of course, he’d never seen any of that until a couple of weeks ago.

The punches you landed were weak and pathetic, let alone not where you’d been aiming at all. That may have had something to do with how spotty your vision was – like a runner’s high times a thousand. You blamed it on your own lack of focus and discipline, but you knew deep down that it was because your body desperately needed to rest. Either that, or it needed some real sustenance, not liquid calories from a feeding tube.

You leaned a hand against the heavy bag to steady yourself from the sudden dizzy spell, but it didn’t help much. Your body pitched forward anyway.

“Hey,” came Bucky’s voice, then – soft and soothing. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”

His arms were around you, one hard and unyielding under the sleeve of his sweatshirt, but he was warm – so warm and gentle and you found yourself leaning into him, dazed and half-conscious. Your vision was spottier than ever, almost black. You weren’t sure if it was because your eyes were closed or you were dreaming. Maybe a mixture of both.

Then, a split second later, you were blinking up at your bedroom ceiling.

Bucky was there; he’d pulled your desk chair over to your bedside and was sitting in it, thumbing through one of your books. When you shifted, he looked up from the novel to you.

“What the hell,” you muttered under your breath, slowly pulling yourself up to a seated position. When had you made it back to your bedroom? And for that matter, what was he doing here? With one of your favourite books, no less.

“You fainted,” he explained so simply that it set you off.

“I didn’t faint,” you argued, more for the sake of arguing than anything else. You didn’t faint like a pathetic damsel in distress. That wasn’t something that you did. “I was doing cardio, and then…”

His brows raised expectantly.

You crossed your arms in a huff. “And then I ended up here.”

“Sounds like you fainted to me, but what do I know,” he said dryly – teasing, almost, but you weren’t on good enough terms for that. “I mean, you sure were dead weight for someone who was still conscious.”

“What?” you asked stupidly.

He carried you here? That was bad enough, but what’s worse was that he said you were heavy. He was a super soldier; you definitely shouldn’t have been too heavy, but you had been eating worse than usual lately and you probably put on an extra few pounds whilst in medical—

“Christ, would you calm down? I’m kidding,” he interrupted your anxious thoughts and you realized, then, that they must have shown on your face.

When you met his eyes and saw that gorgeous pale blue so up close, you briefly forgot what you were panicking about to begin with. You’d always loved his eyes, despite how often the two of you were at each other’s throats. They were just about the only thing you liked about him.

Whatever fleeting appreciation you may have had disappeared in an instant when he added, “You know I’m gonna have to take you back to medical if you push yourself too hard again.”

You frowned. “I didn’t push myself too hard, I was working off—”

Then you cut yourself off and chewed your lip. You almost said too much. He wouldn’t get why your head was so fucked up because, honestly, even you didn’t get it. How could you expect someone else to?

“You were working off what?”

You glanced at him and found that he genuinely seemed like he wanted to know. Actual curiosity, and possibly a hint of concern played out on his features as he studied your face.

Well, if he wanted to know so badly, then you’d tell him. Maybe then he’d finally leave you alone. Good riddance.

“The calories,” you mumbled, feeling even stupider after saying it out loud.

His brows furrowed in confusion. “What?”

“The calories,” you repeated a bit more clearly. “Medical force-fed me while I was out.”

“Why does that matter?” he asked far too seriously for your liking. “You’re lucky you’re not brain dead.”

You bristled at the way he brushed off your concerns so casually. “What, like you?”

Bucky exhaled slowly, offering a glimpse of exactly how patient he was trying to be with you. “Look, I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. You’re obviously just fine,” there was a little bite to his tone as he got to his feet, then, “so I’m gonna go.”

Well, now you felt bad.

“Shit, Barnes, wait—”

You didn’t realize you’d actually reached out for him until your fingers embedded in the thick fabric of his shirt sleeve. He stared at your hand on his metal forearm for a moment before he turned his eyes up to yours, looking every bit as unsettled as you felt.  

You immediately let him go and started picking at a very interesting piece of lint on your duvet, doing your best to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks. “Sorry. Thanks for, you know, caring.”

He scoffed a little at that, to which you hesitantly looked over at him again only to find that he’d flopped right back down into the chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “Someone has to. You look like hell.”

“Gee, thanks,” you sassed. “I can really feel the love.”

Despite your bristly demeanour, and his, you felt the corners of your lips turn up all the same.

Part Two / Master List

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #captain america #avengers #mcu #star’s multi fandom follower celebration #six

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it’s nothing funny just to talk (p. 1)

What happens when you text that random number graffitied on a bathroom stall in your favorite bar? Jo Wilson is about to find out. - In which Bar Princess and Doctor Evil Spawn meet via text.

More Jolex on your timeline because y’all seemed to love what I posted before! Also I’ve posted this whole piece on AO3 as well so it might look familiar.  

this idea came to me in a fever dream and i am not sorry that y'all have to deal with it. 99% of this fic will be in "texting" format, so be prepared for that. 

Jo is regular Alex is italics

Saturday 11:04 PM

heeeeey is thiss doctor evil?

I gotta say ur phone sex namee needs sum weerk

u soud like a comic book village 

fuck

village

VILLAIN

Who the hell is this? And how did you get my number? 

i’m just a girl at thee bar!!!! 

Joe’s Bar?

noooooo

i’m at enerlad city bar

You didn’t answer my question. 

u asked a quesitoon?

whata was it?

i’m goos at takifjg tests 

How’d you get my number?

it qas in the bathrooom!!!

it said “for a good tiem txt dr evil spawne” 

so I did

I am ready to havee fun

You’re drunk, obviously, and I’m going to have to kill Cristina for putting my number up. 

ooooooh is thatt ur girleifnd?

hirlefiend 

girlfriend**

Wow you’re really gone. And hell no, she’s my roommate. One of them. 

ooooh how many do u hav

roomees not girlfriends 

Three. Two girls and a dude. 

intereeesting...

well it’s tome for fireball shoots

steph is yeeling at me 4 txting too much

goodbey doctor eviel apawn!!

Oh lord. Tell Steph you need water. Or an IV. 

I’ve got her. she’s throwing up on her shoes. thanks doctor. - steph

  Sunday 10:11 AM

You know you’re pretty funny, Bar Girl. 

jesus christ what fucking time is it?! 

10 AM

I’m assuming you have a massive hangover. 

hold on I can’t hear you over the sound of me vomiting

TMI as the kids say these days. 

what’re you a grandpa or something?? 

No I just don’t know how to use text lingo. Except WTF. I know that one very well. 

quick question

who the fuck are you?

Dr. Evil Spawn. You found my name graffitied in the bathroom of Emerald City Bar. 

holy shit

I thought I dreamed that... WHAT THE FUCK

Nope. I’m real. 

holy shit i’m so sorry

my texts were so annoying

Who hurt you? I mean you were shitfaced, I’m assuming someone broke your heart into tiny pieces. 

the opposite actually, I was at a bachelorette party

not mine, i’m so single it hurts

Ahhh that makes sense. So you got shitfaced in solidarity? 

exactly you get it

you seem like you’d be the DD at a bachelorette party

Well seeing as I’m a dude I don’t do Bachelorette parties. 

Well I did go to one, but that’s a different story.  

hmmm you seem like a very interesting man doctor evil spawn 

going to bachelorette parties, living with women who aren’t your girlfriend 

OMG ARE YOU DATING THE GUY YOU LIVE WITH?!

George? No absolutely not. And before you ask, my other girl roommate is gay. 

so you’re single?

i’m only asking so when you murder me the police have as much information as possible

Haha very funny. I would be a terrible murderer. 

you didn’t answer my question

Fine. Yes I’m single. 

i’ll note that in the “serial killer file” i’m building 

gotta go, I have to do work :/

Have fun, don’t die. 

  Sunday 8:38 PM

Arizona is trying to set me up on a blind date. 

who’s arizona?

My gay roommate. She wants me to meet this “bubbly blonde” she knows from her pilates class. 

ahhhh. why don’t you go?

Bubbly blonde is not my type. Sounds like she’ll spend the whole date talking about how much she loves dogs or her knitting hobby. 

Plus she does pilates, that tells me more than enough. 

you’re making some good points. I don’t pity you. 

You better not. How was work?

the longest day of my life

it was just paperwork, I don’t actually work on the weekends

What do you do?

hmmmm that’s exactly what a serial killer would say

i’m an elementary school teacher

Oh so you sing and dance and paint pictures all day?

what school did you go to?

were working on multiplication tables and basic photosynthesis tomorrow

Wow that sounds like a lot.

it’s may, ive got three weeks of school left so I have to cram all the crap we didn’t cover into these last few weeks 

Ahhh that sounds more accurate.

and what do you do? 

besides text strangers that you don’t know

I’m a pediatrician. 

oh so you make kids cry and wipe snotty noses all day? two can play at that game

Well we both have to deal with snotty noses sooo...

I GET IT!! Doctor Evil Spawn!! 

why evil spawn though? 

I wasn’t this nice when I started med school. My personality is an acquired taste. 

ha! that’s a funny joke. 

so if you’re a fancy schmancy doctor why do you live with three other people?

I’m only a resident, not making the big bucks yet. Everyone else is a doctor too. 

are they all pediatricians?

No. Arizona is too but Cristina is a cardiologist and George is a trauma specialist. 

interesting!! I too live with my coworkers. it’s not fun. 

the table is always covered in craft supplies. 

Well I can never read the grocery list on the fridge. Stupid doctors script...

oh that’s a classic. you’re pretty funny Dr. Evil Spawn

Thanks Bar Girl. 

I gotta go. monday tomorrow and you know how fourth graders can be. night!! 

Night . 

  Monday 9:47 AM

there’s not enough coffee in the world for monday mornings. 

  Monday 10:52 AM 

Sorry I was yelling at the interns. We have a decent coffee cart here. Keeps me alive. Are you texting in class?

no it was recess

now they’re at spanish class

i’m not totally irresponsible 

Oh good to know the future of America is in good hands. Teacher Princess is “not totally irresponsible”

teacher princess?

Well, Cinderella lost her shoe, you puked on yours. Same thing. 

wooooooooow

that was so uncalled for...

I thought it was funny. Gotta go set a broken arm. 

broken arm vs. adverbs... can we switch? have fun lol

  Monday 3:26 PM

I don’t even think I know what an adverb is. 

how did you become a doctor??

Don’t need to know adverbs to fix a couple broken bones and snuffy noses. 

oh darn I should’ve gone to school for seven more years then

Haha. How were the adverbs?

better than expected, grading papers while I wait for my roomies to be done

we carpool, saving the environment and shit

Okay Eco Warrior.

you text like a 60 year old man

you’re not a 60 year old man are you?

No I’m a 28 year old man though

28 a doctor and you’re single? your personality must be worse than you described 

I’m a busy man, I don’t have time to settle down. And I have no desire to. 

yet you have time to text a complete stranger? 

hmmmm interesting...

Ouch, that one hurt Princess. 

steph is making me socialize with the other teachers

if I don’t respond, they killed me or dragged me to an essential oil party

Hahahaha

  Monday 5:18 PM

Did you get roped into a pyramid scheme?

nooo but therew as wine

I should sotp drunk texting you so often 

It makes your presence that much more entertaining. And bearable. 

woah woah dude

i’m a gem 

I can tell. Elementary school teacher with a heart of gold. 

awwww your too sweet tome

It’s a Monday. Who the hell gets drunk on a Monday?

teachers

we deserve it

You’re a teacher and you’re single and still going to Bachelorette parties. You’re what, 23? 

i’m 25 and i’m doing greta thanks you very nuch 

cnat believe that i’m supplying my perosnal info to a serial killer

What makes you so sure that I’m a mass murderer? 

ur weird nickname and ur intimate knowledge of the himan body

Mmm yes well a good amount of women do find themselves screaming around me often. Or under me. On top of me...

omg are you sending me dirty jokes

you’re crazy 

What can I say. 

Gotta go, I’m on call tonight. Get to bed safe, Bar Princess. 

mmmkay thanks Doc

  Wednesday 11:29 AM

What do you think is worse: School lunch or hospital food?

hospital food, no doubt

thursday is mac and cheese day here... I could bathe in that stuff

We have Spaghetti Wednesday but that’s the only good thing here. 

mmm how depressing

the teachers do a pot luck once a month and that’s always good

the art teacher next door to me makes the BEST blueberry muffins. 

Lucky. All I get here is vending machine cookies. Anything interesting happening in the elementary world? 

a first grader got lice last week so naturally we all have it now

I had to chop off six inches of my hair

Holy crap. Lice can be vicious, be thankful you didn’t have to shave your head. 

it feels like I did, my hair hasn’t been above my shoulders since the backstreet boys were still touring

Wow. I’m glad to know you’re well cultured. 

of course I am

gotta go, kids are back from music class

Don’t be too hard on them, they deserve a break every once in awhile. 

  Thursday 3:06 PM

Incoming Voice Call

“Jenna you forgot your lunch pail. Have a good day!”

“Hello?”

“Hi Mrs. Peters. I didn’t grade Henry’s test yet, I’ll have it tomorrow. Thanks bye!”

“Helloooo?”

“Steph I gotta grab my things, I’ll be there in a seco- oh shit. Hello?”

“Bar Princess?”

“Doctor Evil Spawn? I must’ve butt dialed you, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay I... I don’t mind the interruption. Are you leaving work?”

“Just about, we’re wrapping up the solar system and I have to bring home the diorama.”

“I was never good at the models, I prefer working with the real thing.”

“Oh ho, a man that works with his hands. I can appreciate that.”

“You know now we’re officially talking and we still don’t know each other’s names.”

“Well around here I’m Miss Wilson, but you can call me Jo.”

“Jo. Hmm I like chicks with dudes names. I’m Dr. Karev but you can call me Alex.”

“Well nice to kinda meet you Alex. I’ll talk to you soon, I gotta get out of here.”

“Talk to you later.”  

  Thursday 4:34 PM

I wouldn’t mind if you were my teacher.

how did I know you’d send me something along those lines

I’m predictable. I’m still calling you Bar Princess. 

as you wish doctor evil spawn

I get to assist on a surgery today. Tonsillectomy. 

like removing tonsils? that’s awesome

for you, not for the kid

Oh she’ll be fine, she gets ice cream and jello for a week.  

okay yeah I might be jealous of her now

id love to be off work for a week and have you waiting on me hand and foot

the ice cream is a nice bonus

You think that’s my job?

well you said you aren’t making the big bucks yet so.... yeah 

Keep dreaming. I’ll talk to you later, gotta scrub in. 

have fun!!!!

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Offstage

A/n: y'all about to get on me for doing another Jisung imagine………..shut up he is my soulmate okay.💕💕💕 if I got request for other people I wouldnt do him as much😂😂 also this is probably one of the longest imagines ive ever written holy crap

Member: Han Jisung ft Bangchan, Felix, Changbin, and Seungmin

WARNINGS: Swearing (it’s me guys come on, also tumblr I put it in the warnings stop flagging my posts), Jisung being the cocky bitch he is.

Summary: The Dance Dept. and Theatre Dept. have never gotten along. It’s just the stereotype of the arts. However, the teachers are done with that and have decided to include the Dance Dept in the school’s musical this year. What happens when the Queen of the Thespians and the King of the Dancers are forced to cooperate?

Genre: fluff, comedy, romance, enemies to lovers, highschool au, theatre au

“WE’RE WHAT?” I screamed at my closest friend, Bangchan. He took a deep breath before putting his hands on my shoulders. “Y/n, it’s not the end of the world.” No. This was the end of the world.

“Chan, we aren’t seriously letting those cocky small-brained dancers into the show are we?” He nodded and placed a stack of papers on the table. “I just got the notice from Mrs.Kwon.” Fuming, I flopped down in one of the auditorium chairs. I had worked my ass off to get to the status I had in the theatre department. This was my third lead and I wasn’t about to let some dancers ruin the show I cared about.

“Think about it this way. Legally Blonde is a huge dance show. Now some of the pressure for choreography is off. I talked to this guy Felix and he said he would choreograph.” Chan was my best friend and he was graduating this year. This was his last chance to direct one of our shows before he left. If he had to compromise….then I guess I could. “How does Seungmin feel about this?” A crash was heard from the wings.

“MINHO! I NEED YOU TO NOT DROP THE $300 SET PIECE! PLEASE!”

We both flinched at Seungmin’s loud voice. “He’ll be fine……probably. He’s the Stage Manager he is used to problems popping up.”

“MINHO! I SWEAR TO GOD!”

He sighed and shifted through the papers on the director’s table. He looked stressed. This was obviously not how he wanted his show to go. “You want me to stay with you for the extra auditions?” Running a hand through his hair, he turned to me with a tired smile. “No, it’s okay. Woojin wanted to go wig shopping with you anyway. We can’t have a brunette, Elle.” Playfully he shoved me up the aisle.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah! List will be posted outside.”

My eyes bore holes into the clock on the wall. I tried to drown out the loud boys next to me. Felix and Hyunjin were part of the dance department and had too much energy in my opinion. The second the bell rang I sprinted out of my seat and raced to the auditorium. Seungmin and Woojin stood in front of the call board when I arrived.

“What’s up?” Seungmin turned to me with a look that could kill. “Why are there dancers in my show?” Shrugging I turned my eyes to the list and scanned through the names.

“Technically it’s Chan’s show-”

“IT’S MY GOD DAMN SHOW TOO!”

“Ah Fuck.”

The two boys turned to me and asked what was wrong. Without another word I pointed to a name next to the male lead spot. “Han Jisung,” Woojin read aloud. A loud laugh could be heard coming down the hall. We all turned to find Jisung, Felix, and Hyunjin strolling down the hall towards the theatre. They stopped when they saw us.

“L/n.”

“Han.”

“Tightass.”

“Douchebag.”

“You want me.”

“To jump of a cliff? Yes.”

Smirking he ran a hand through his brown hair. “See you in there.” If only real daggers ended up in his back instead of my glare. “Can he even sing? How could Bangchan give Emmett to that……asshole.” Sharing a look the two of them shrugged before opening the door of the auditorium and entering.

The house lights were on and Chan was standing at the edge of a stage with a clipboard. I took a seat in the front row next to my friends Irene and Changbin. Seungmin and Jeongin joined Chan on stage and waited for everyone to quiet down.

“Welcome guys and congratulations for making it onto the Legally Blonde cast and crew!” Everyone clapped and cheered as Chan smiled broadly. “I’m Bangchan your director. This is Seungmin, your Stage Manager. And that is Jeongin our Assistant Director. Cast if you have any problems come to me or Jeongin, and crew you can go to Seungmin.”

Chan hesitated before speaking again. “Just make sure it is a real problem before going to Seungmin. We can’t have another Little Mermaid fiasco again.” The theatre kids laughed, but an obvious silence came from the dance crew.

“Okay. Y/n once again is our amazing lead!” I smiled and waved to my friends who were cheering. “And we have a new addition to the cast! Han Jisung will be playing Emmett, and Hwang Hyunjin will be playing Warner.” I felt eyes on me and turned to find Han smirking a few rows back. Rolling my eyes, I turned back around to listen to the rest of the cast being read off. I congratulated Changbin for getting Callahan and continued half-listening to the rest of the speech.

After the welcoming speech, Chan handed out the scripts and wanted to go directly into blocking. He told us the scene number and the characters needed jumped on stage. Chan amazingly lead and directed us through starting positions for the scene while answering Felix’s many questions about choreography.

Han was polite enough. He took Chan’s coaching well and did okay for his first day. I almost forgot that he was a major dickhead for a moment. Bangchan decided to not do musical numbers on the first day but told us to go home and practice for tomorrow’s first Saturday rehearsal where we would start doing choreography and songs.

 My old car sputtered to a stop in the school parking lot. I was maybe an hour early to rehearsal, but that never hurt. I pulled my crop top down and adjusted my leggings and flannel. Reluctantly, I came ready to dance today.

On my way to the auditorium, I passed the dance and stopped when I heard a voice.

She was so close she could taste it

She’s gotta chip on her shoulder

Guess you never can tell

With little Miss Woods comma Elle

Hesitantly I entered the dance studio with my duffle on my shoulder. I was shocked to see Jisung standing in front of the mirror focused on adjusting to the high note, repeating the last few bars over and over again.

“Maybe try singing from your diaphragm.” He jumped at my voice and turned, shocked to see me leaning against the wall. “I mean, you aren’t bad. You just need a little coaching.” I threw my duffle on the ground and walked over to him. It was then I noticed something different about him. That cocky, confident, headass air he had was gone. He looked almost nervous as I came to stand in front of him.

Grabbing his wrist I placed his hand on the upper part of my stomach. “With little Miss Woods comma Elle,” His eyes widened and stared straight into mine. “See. It’s a completely different muscle.” He nodded and continued looking into my eyes.

“Now you.” Placing my hand on top of his I moved it to his own stomach above his diaphragm. “Go on. Try the last stanza.” He looked down at his stomach and took a breath of hair before looking back at me. “Guess you never can tell, with little Miss Woods comma Elle,”

“Yeah! That was great!” I didn’t seem to notice the smile that spread across my face. “Feel better doesn’t it?” He nodded, shocked at his own voice. “That’s actually really cool. Thank you.” He grabbed a water bottle near his bag and handed it to me.

“No problem. You aren’t as bad as I thought you were going to be, Han.”

“Just because I’m a dancer doesn’t mean I can’t sing.”

I shrugged and took a small sip of his water before handing it back to Jisung. “So what is this show actually about?” I laughed and took his script which was sticking out of his bag. Surprisingly it was marked up with notes, and question marks, and highlighted to all hell. “So there is this girl, Elle, that’s me. And after a terrible breakup with her boyfriend, Warner, ‘Hyunjin’, she decides to follow him to Harvard law school so she can win him back.”

“Okay. But he broke up with her?”

“She’s not very smart.”

"Anyway, she goes and she realizes she sucks at law school. So she meets you, Emmett, who is like a Teacher's Assistant who grows a soft spot for her. He helps her study and she actually gets really good at law. So the whole story is about overcoming adversity and stereotype and self-worth and strength. And Elle actually ends up telling Warner off and ends up with Emmett."

Jisung nods along and listens intently the whole time I speak. "This must be your favorite show if you know so much about it." I shook my head and sat down against the mirror. To my surprise, Han sat in front of me. “No. My favorite show is a little more morbid than this.” He scoffed and took a swig of water.

“Aren’t musicals like all happy and we love life and let’s all sing a song!”

“What is it that you think we do?”

“That.”

I sighed, seeing the stubborn personality he had start to shine through. “Listen if you are going to be in this show you have to understand that theatre is a way of expression.” He looked down at the floor. “Like...dance?” My eyes shot up to his face. “Yeah, actually. It’s not enough to just act the character’s feelings. You have to think of them as a real person and find a moment that you can connect to their feelings.”

He seemed kind of spaced and simply stared at me. “Well- um...my friend is in a show next weekend and I think it is a show you might really connect with. Would you maybe want to go? I mean, to see what theatre is actually like.” Why was I offering this to him? I didn’t care. Well, I care about the show.

“With you?”

“It could be like a bonding thing. I’d rather not hate my co-star.”

“Okay. I’ll see you next weekend.”

Looking at the time, we both scrambled to get our things and race to the theater. I couldn’t help but smile at Jisung as we both sat in the back row listening to the schedule being called out.

Nervously I twisted the ring on my right hand. Since when did I become nervous to see Jisung. It had only been a week of rehearsals, but somehow I had grown to like him. He was nice and cracked jokes with me in between scenes. Jisung had also stayed behind several times to help me with choreography.

I smoothed out the dark green dress I had chosen to wear. Was it too tight? Irene did tend to call it my ‘Ass for Days’ dress. The heels I was wearing were also starting to hurt. I stood outside the theater waiting for Jisung. The sun had just started to set and my friend Rocky sent me a text that the show was starting soon and he reserved my seats.

“Holy shit...”

Looking up I saw Jisung stop in his tracks. His eyes looked me up and down, but not in a lustful way. More like a surprised way. I couldn’t help but look at him the same way. He wore a casual fitted black suit and a white dress shirt underneath without a tie. His brown hair which was usually fluffy and tousled was now purposely parted on the side and combed through.

“Hi...”

“Hi...”

“You look grea-” “You look beautiful-”

“Sorry...”

Holy fuck. He only looks hot because he is in a suit. That’s just science. All guys are hot in suits. It’s totally not because his hair looks great and I could see how slim his waist was compared to his chest. Oh fuck. He is in suits for the entire second act. Am I going to think like this every time I see him in a suit?

“We should go in!” I said interrupting my own less than pure thoughts. He cleared his throat and nodded, closing the gap between us as I turned to go inside. I mentally scolded myself for blushing when I felt his slender fingers grazing my lower back.

Once we (mostly me) were emotionally and hormonally safe in our seats, the two of us started talking. “So L/n, what is the show called?” He turned to me with a nervous smile. It’s not cute Y/n. It’s the suit. I swear to god it’s the suit. “It’s called A Chorus Line. It is a very dance-heavy show and the actors don’t leave the stage unless it’s intermission.”He nodded and looked around the auditorium for a moment before turning back to me.

“What’s it about?”

“Oh. Um. Well, it is about an audition for the ensemble of a Broadway show. And it talks about the lives and trials each person has had to go through just to be on stage. It’s a really great show.”

Just as he was about to speak the lights dimmed and the orchestra picked up. Throughout the show, I tried to focus on Rocky as he played Paul San Marco, but I couldn’t keep from glancing at Jisung. I couldn’t help but be fascinated by his reaction. He listened intently to the stories and monologues and when intermission came around he asked me all sorts of questions about the show and which character my friend was.

The lights dimmed once more and I couldn’t help but notice that Jisung’s hand gripped the chair tightly during the scene where Paul fell and injured his knee. Worried I looked up to see slow quiet tears on his cheeks. I turned back to the stage and looked up as the scene progressed. Carefully, I let my hand graze over his and I held it lightly. I heard him take a breath and glance over at me, and I hoped my face still seemed intent on the performance.

I tried to ignore the way my heart started beating faster when he moved his hand to lace his fingers with mine.

“I really do appreciate this opportunity to work with you.” My fingers pushed a piece of blonde hair behind my ear as I sat down on the desk near Changbin. We were running the assault scene in the wig and with full set today for the dress rehearsal. Usually I would have met up with Jisung and worked on lines together, but his call time was later than mine. “I have learned so much.” I could see Changbin give me the signal with his eyebrow. An almost ‘are you ready’ secret message that we had between us.

“No, what you’ve learned isn’t the point. You have instincts...and instincts, legal instincts or otherwise can’t be taught.”

His fingers tapped on the desk while he sustained eye contact. If I hadn’t known it was fake, a shudder would go down my spine. My ears picked up the auditorium door opening and closing, but I remained in character, waiting for Changbin to act on his cue.

“Trust... your instincts.”

There was a pause and I continued acting oblivious. ‘Suddenly’ Changbin’s lips were crashing against mine and his hands were groping at my ass. After waiting for my cue from Hyori, I pushed Bin away and did the slap we practiced. Bin laughed quite sleazily and touched his cheek. “I thought you were smarter than that.”

“Awesome! Let's change the set for Elle and Emmett.” Bangchan called from the director’s desk.

Turning I saw Jisung standing in the middle of the aisle, his grip tight on his backpack. He wore the tank top and sweats he always wore after coming from dance practice and a backwards white cap. Even from the audience I could see a mix of emotions on his face, and none were good. Things between Jisung and I had become more flowing. It turns out it wasn’t just the suit. However, I didn’t want to get into anything serious with my castmate. I didn’t even know if he liked me.

I jumped off of the stage to let Seungmin yell at the underclassmen to move sets. Running up to Jisung I greeted him with a smile. “Hi!” His face still looked sad, but he tried to cover it with a small smile. “Hi...I saw your scene. You were great. I almost couldn’t tell you were acting.”

“Thanks! You look cute in hats.” Playfully I grabbed it, letting his fluffy hair loose and placing the white hat over my blonde wig. “Yeah well, I like your natural hair better.” That same sad smile came over his face. It didn’t quite reach his eyes and I was surprised I took notice of a detail so small.

“Hey...you look nervous. Are you okay?” My hand reached out for his arm and he looked down at the touch. “Yeah. I’m fine, Y/n.” I smirked and looked up at the boy before putting the hat back on his head. “What? No more L/n?” He shrugged, but I saw a flash of a smile. “Will you help me with choreo after rehearsal?” He nodded and tossed his stuff in a chair next to Hyunjin. With a smile I thanked him and walked over to Bangchan who gave me notes on the next scene.

Three hours later Jisung and I were in the dance studio running over the biggest number I had. “And mark the lift, 1 2 3 4. Good!” He smiled and turned off the music.

“I mean, you aren’t bad. You just need a little coaching.”

I couldn’t help but laugh as Jisung used the same thing I said to him on me. “Well what have you been doing the last four weeks, huh? Should I ask Hyunjin to help me instead!” Laughing I jumped onto him and playfully pulled him down to the floor. He rolled me off of his chest and propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at me.

“Nah. I’m much better than him.”

“Really. Should I tell him that?”

“.......Since when are you so close anyway!”

He jokingly yelled. That bright smile beamed on his face and ran all the way up to his eyes. There was a moment of comfortable silence and we just lay looking at each other. In that moment, I started to question if he didn’t have feelings for me. Then he broke the silence.

“So, how do you do that thing?” He looked down at the hardwood floor. “What thing?” “You know...you and Changbin. It wasn’t real.....right?” He looked up at me, almost hopeful. Pushing my self up, I sat cross-legged and looked down at him. “What? The stage kiss. No. Bin is gay. Trust me.”

“Wait what?”

“You haven’t seen Felix and him making out in the light booth?”

“WHAT?”

I laughed at the shocked look on his face and slightly pushed his shoulder. “You’re oblivious.” He shrugged and looked back up at me. “So, how do you do it?” He started playing with the ring on my right hand. “Are you nervous about our kiss--Oh- Have you never kissed anyone!!?” Jisung shot upright.

“I have kissed lots of girls!”

“Oh, okay.”

“I HAVE!”

“Yet, you are still nervous for our kiss.”

He brought his knees up and rested his arms on them. It took every inch of my self control not to stare at his arms. “Well, it’s gonna be in front of hundreds of people so yeah. A little.”

“It’s easy. Ours especially.” I snatched his white hat from him again and he chuckled when it was a little too big for me without my wig. “Explain, good madam.” “Both are at the end of the show,” I said have laughing and him nodding along.

“The first lasts exactly one eight count and then we do the rest of the song. The second is the cue for the blackout. Not long at all.” He nodded again, yet I didn’t think I had put him at rest. “Would it help set you at ease if we rehearsed it? That way you’ve done it when it is just you and me and not six hundred and eighty four people.”

Thinking about it, he nodded and followed my lead when I stood up and cued up the music. “Okay, so I’ve just proposed,” I stated getting done on one knee. I looked up to find him smirking.

“Having fun done there?”

“I will punch you in the nuts and not regret it. You really will be singing tenor then.”

“Okay moving on.”

He laughed and looked down at me slipping the pretend ring on his finger. He sang his line with the track. A real laugh left my lips when he picked me up in a hug and spun me around. The note sounded loud and clear in the dance studio and ended when my feet touched the ground. He looked into my eyes and his hand came up to my cheek before he kissed me.

I tried to ignore the tingling sensation that ran through my body as soon as his lips touched mine. I tried to ignore how even though he had been dancing for hours he still smelled like vanilla and the grass after a storm. I tried to focus on measuring the eight count, but my mind went foggy when I felt his hand bury itself in my hair. Well if I’m not counting he is, so it’s fine. It’s fine.

Jisung subconsciously took the control I gave him. He slowed the kiss from its original pace. Every time I thought he was pulling away he came back to my lips and I thought I could feel him smiling. After a moment he pulled away and looked into my eyes. At that moment I snapped out of it, realizing the song had already ended. He was still looking at me with his big brown eyes.

“The song is over...” His voice was low and almost a whisper. “Yeah...we kinda missed our cue.” What should I do? For once in my life....my mind was blank. “Uh...I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess?” He said with the corner of his lips quirking up. After a nod, he smiled and pulled away from me. Jisung stole glances back at me frozen in place as he picked up his bag and left.

The next day I walked into the auditorium in a crop and shorts. Immediately my eyes found Jisung and a wide smile spread across my face. Slowly it fell when I saw him talking to Hyori, a smirk evident on her small face. Her eyes met mine for a second before she reached out to Han’s arm. Suddenly he turned and saw me. A cold expression resonated over his sharp features.

After saying something to her, Han looked away and headed backstage. While my heart screamed to storm over to Hyori and ask what kind of game she was playing with Han, but my head told me to let it go and focus on tonight’s show.

Woojin caught up with me and helped me get in costume and makeup for the show. Every time I tried to talk to Jisung he would just avoid me and tell me some random excuse. Even Hyunjin came up to ask me what was wrong with his friend. Soon the wig came on and it was time for the start of the show.

The laughs and cheers sounded from the crowd but in the back of my mind and in the corner of my eye I could see Han in the wings, watching me with that cold expression. 

I feel so much better...

Than before

My throat burned and my stomach clenched as I held out the last note. If I couldn’t know what was going on with Jisung, I was damn sure going to give the best show I’ve ever done. Even if it destroyed my vocal cords and my body. My voice was the thing I could control right now, and it would do what I told it to. So, I told it to keep the note strong and not take the second breath.

With the conductor’s cue, I stopped and smiled brightly at the audience before the stage went black for intermission. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bangchan bolted from his front-row seat in the audience and sprinted backstage. Seungmin and Changbin both rushed up and gave me a bottle of water.

“God damn Y/n! I knew you had pipes but I thought fossil fuel was the reason we were running out of oxygen.”

“Y/n!”

Chan rushed up to me and threw me over his shoulder. “I love you. I love you. I love you, but please save your voice. We kinda need it for the second act.” I smiled and nodded, my eyes looking everywhere for Jisung. I had ten minutes to change costumes, wigs, makeup check, and somehow get him to talk to me.

“Where’s Jisung? I need to-umm...ask him about the costume change for ‘Take it Like a Man’“. I asked as calmly as possible after I had changed. Woojin told me that he was in the guy’s dressing room changing suits. Charging down the dark cramped backstage hall I opened the door to find Changbin and Jisung. With look towards Changbin he scurried out the door leaving me and Jisung alone. 

“We have three minutes until curtain. You better tell me what the fuck is going on, Han.”

“Why don’t you tell me, huh?”

His brows furrowed as he raised his voice. His outburst stunned me for a moment. “Is this just this thing you do? Messing with your co-stars? Huh, L/n?” I could see in his eyes he was truly hurt. “Where the hell did you get that from!” He scoffed and finished doing his tie. “Hyori told me all about you and Jungkook.” 

“Hyori?” 

“Yes.”

“Hyori? The girl who Jungkook cheated on me with? Only so I would so devastated to miss the opening night and she could fill in for me.”

His expression changed drastically. “She lied?” He sank down in one of the cheap metal chairs. “Yeah it’s kind of her shtick.” He ran a hand through his hair before looking up at me again. “Y/n I am so sorry-” “I just can’t believe you trusted her word over anything I would have told you.” A heavy silence came between us and all I could do was stare at him in disbelief.

“Come on people! WARNING is NOT a suggestion! PLACES is NOT a category on jeopardy! GO is NOT A FUCKING OPTION!”

Seungmin yelled down the hall and Jisung sighed and got up from the chair. “Y/n, I-” He stopped when I put up my hand. “Listen...we’ll talk after the show.” I just had to get out of there. 

Han grabbed my arm and blocked the set door. “Hey. Hey. We’ll fix it. We’ll fight it.” Something in his eyes told me the emotion was real. “Emmett. There is no reason for me to stay.” I opened the door and closed it walking onto the other side and closing it. The music started to swell and I could feel all this pent up emotion in my chest. “What about love? You never mentioned love.” 

I could hear the crack in Jisung’s voice that wasn’t usually there. “You never mentioned love. The timing’s bad, I know. But perhaps if I’d made it more clear, that you belong right here, then you wouldn’t have to go.” My throat started to close up but I pushed through it and took a breath for my part of the song where we sang over each other. “Because you know that I’m so much in love-”

Back to the sun

Back to the shore

Back to what I was before

Lie on the beach, dream within reach

Don’t stray beyond

I felt real tears come down my cheeks as I moved downstage to face the lights. In my side vision I saw Jisung do the same. I had thought that I could be different. That he was different. That maybe we could put this unspoken rivalry behind us.

If you can hear, can I just say

How much I want you to stay

We returned to the door, but this time something felt different when I pressed my hand to the door.

It’s not up to me just let me be legally blonde

Seungmin pushed everyone on stage for the final scene and Woojin tugged the graduation camp over my wig and hurriedly covered the curtain call dress with the robe. Throughout the scene I couldn’t help but steal glances at Jisung. It wasn’t his fault. He had no way of knowing about Jungkook and Hyori. 

Walking over to Han, I gave him a genuine smile and got down on one knee. “Emmett Forest please make me the happiest woman I know!” I sang with sureness. He spun me around like once before and took my face in his slender fingers. 

And kissed me.

The grin on my lips was so big that it hurt my cheeks. I had to tap him on the shoulder when we needed to sing, but pulling away his smile was so big and genuine. He knew I had forgiven him. It felt so hard not to just stop singing and just jump into his arms. We both rushed up to the platform upstage and stood in the center.

Jisung smiled down at me and moved the tassel onto the other side of my cap, like he was supposed to. With the final cue of music, I couldn’t take it anymore and I tangled my fingers into his soft brown hair and crashed my lips onto his. I heard the roaring applause which meant the stage lights were in blackout for curtain call, but he was still kissing me. “Curtain call?” I whispered against his lips, in case my mic was still on. I felt him nod and pushed me further back on the platform and behind the center curtain without parting from my lips.

I laughed as he tried to help me pry of the robe for curtain call. “Take a break for a sec,” I said laughing and he joined me. He and I both fumbled with the buttons and tossed the hat and robe off stage to reveal the bright pink and sparkly dress for the closing of show. 

“I’m impatient. Come back here.”

His hands pulled me back by my waist and pressed a heated kiss on my lips once more. Kissing him felt like time stopping. At first, I didn’t notice the cheering audience as the curtain rose again, and I honestly didn’t care. Han pulled away and smiled at me  before doing his bow and then he motioned to me and the audience cheered. We clapped as Bangchan and Seungmin did their bows.

“There’s a party later. Are you going, L/n?”

“Duh. Cast party.”

“You gonna wear that green dress from last time?”

“You gonna wear that suit from last time?”

The entire cast did another bow and the curtain closed fully. When the red fabric touched the floor of the stage the cast and crew went crazy and Jisung wrapped me up in another kiss.

“HEY! NO MAKING OUT ON MY SET!”

“Sorry, Seungmin.”

“THAT DOESN”T MEAN DO IT AGAIN!”

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