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bits-and-babs · 2 years ago

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ok i know it's a very specific request but can you PLEASE do a softish joel x reader where they've been partners for a while and they have a lil soft slow dance moment to Fooled Around and Fell In Love and then like.. smut. but like a softish, needy, primal sort of smut iykwim.. i just love soft joel and need more. thank you 🫡

𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 || 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Previous Joel Fics: Mule [5.1K], Atta Girl [10.2K], PlayBoy [3K], Animal [4K]

Summary: Joel’s birthday is coming up, but it isn’t something to celebrate.

Word Count: 3K.

CW: Sad, made me tear up at some points. Touches on trauma, references to gore and violence. A little artsy again. Joel feels guilty, oral (f receiving).

Tease: “Christ- I’ve been neglectin’ you, Darlin’. How could I neglect such a pretty thing?”

Brass clatters against the small wooden table beside the front door to your shared apartment, jolting you from your sleep. It's Joel's keys, and he hasn't set them down quietly to not disturb you– instead, choosing to discard them with the toss despite knowing it would make a racket.

Even in your hazy consciousness between the dreamworld and whatever the fuck this was, you had enough of an idea to understand that this was Joel's attempt to ask for help. His lack of improper communication was less about pride than stubbornness, refusing to share his pain, especially after the raging argument that had preceded him leaving the house without you.

“No, you will be staying here this time,” Joel ended his speech, explaining his next smuggling run with an admittance you hadn't heard him utter or even considered that you might hear.

"Wait-your going without me?" You ask with a scoff, expecting Joel to drop the funny joke. He's not laughing.

"I need to do this one alone," Joel insists, his voice forceful as though his decision wasn't up for debate.

You had fought with him quite loudly but not unnecessarily. You presented to him all the logical questions of what if. What if someone attacked him? What if he got hurt in the smuggling tunnels, and a stray quicker had wandered in? What if Robert and his lackeys attempted some payback for the deal that had gone wrong last week?

It had all fallen on deaf ears, Joel shouldering through the door and ignoring your yells of protest.

The shuffling of Joel's leather boots against the kitchen floor is a relief to you, indicating his safety. It also sparks an unpalatable feeling of guilt, one that settles in your stomach and curdles when you consider the reason Joel had been particularly standoffish recently.

While Joel fixes himself a whiskey, you rise from the sofa slowly in an attempt to avoid detection. You sneak a glimpse of him and find him invested in pouring the amber liquid into a chipped crystal glass. Hurrying, you use the moment of distraction to slink into your shared bedroom and make a point to avoid his gaze.

Calendars were a long-forgotten relic of the past in the Apocalypse. Who would waste precious paper that they could use for a map on something to track what day it was? Regardless, without knowing the date or even what month it was, you always know when Joel's birthday is coming up.

The days would get shorter, and the dying light of the sunset painted the clouds orange much earlier in the day. Leaves would begin their metamorphosis and fade from a vibrant evergreen to a muted, pale rust colour. They’d be littered with cracks and holes as if they were the bodies that lay slumped on the streets outside the QZ, chunks of flesh ripped from their muscles by the jaws of the infected. You were sure that the caterpillars that had no doubt left the shark-bite-like indentations in the green membrane were much less brutal.

And then there was Joel, his mood taking a brutal hit as the memories came flooding back of how he spent the final seconds of his twenty-sixth birthday clinging to his limp daughter's body and screaming into the blackness. He'd washed his hands of Sarah's blood almost two decades ago, but when he looked at his palms, they were still stained crimson.

See, Joel’s birthday was marred with death, so much so that it reeked of decay. How could it be a celebration of his life, of surviving another year, when the whole world, including his daughter, was slaughtered in the time it would have taken for the wax candles on his birthday cake to melt—had he remembered to buy it?

Of course, his forgetfulness had saved his life. The cake’s contents would have turned him into one of those things, scratching at the mossy walls of the quarantine zone with their long nails. However, you are confident that the regret of not picking up the cake box after work kept Joel awake at night as summer gave way to autumn, wondering if it would have been so much easier to succumb to the spores.

Sinking to your knees at the foot of the double bed, its threadbare sheets crumpled and pushed to one side, you duck your head beneath the wooden frame to search for an old cardboard box. So worn now, the seams were practically disintegrating. You take care as you pull it across the floorboards and dig around inside for something in particular.

It's a box of mementoes shared by you and Joel to protect the items that matter most to you. There were little pictures in frames of loved ones, items of great significance. If Joel worried he might lose his precious watch on a mission, he would often leave it here.

Gently fishing around, you finally find what you're looking for. With a delicate touch, you pull out a black cassette tape. It's dusty and unplayed for years. Across its surface lay small, holographic stickers that glint rainbow under the warm light of the bedroom. Their shapes consist of unicorns, clouds and tiny hearts, all strewn haphazardly across the black plastic surface.

The ink on the centre label is written in scratchy child's writing, the lettering large and bold until the opposite end, the letters trailing and squished to fit: To Daddy. Lots of love, Sarah and uncle Tommy xoxoxox.

Rising to your feet, you make your way into the living room. Joel has settled into the couch; his skull set back against the headrest with his whiskey resting in his lap. He opens one squinty eye when he hears your footfalls, watching you cross the living room floor to the window.

“What’re you doin’?” He mumbles, voice gruff and hoarse.

“It’s too quiet in here,” you admit, avoiding his question as you open the cassette player that lay beside the radio that Joel spent all day listening out for. You’d found the little player on a smuggling run in the city and had nearly been chomped on the arm by a runner for it. You were gonna damn well use it!

Joel's eyes burn into your shoulder blades as you swap the cassette tape inside the machine. You can hear whispers of his thoughts in the stagnant air. What is she doing? Why can't she leave me alone? Do I want her to leave me alone?

The tape feeds into the player and settles into its lot with a click. It rings out in the silent room, and it sounds like the safety catch of a gun switching off. You can almost feel how Joel tenses, his muscles primed for war.

Instead of a bullet ripping through the air, a light drumbeat trickles from the player's speakers. You carefully twist the sound dial, raising the volume so Joel can hear the percussion bleed into the guitar.

When you turn to face him, there’s this crack in the carefully cultivated mask your partner wears. A devastating pain flashes across Joel’s features and almost has you backpedalling, reaching across to the button that would cease the agonising sound of his past.

“No-“ Joel speaks up, his voice uncharacteristically emotional. You swear you hear a tremor in it, freezing your body in place when he clears his throat awkwardly as if to hide the ruin that the earthquake of emotions had surfaced. “No… I wanna hear it.”

You swallow thickly, making your way over to the slumped body of your partner as the honey-sweet voice of Elvin Bishop floats across the room. Joel’s emotions had rid him of what little energy he had left, his muscles slumped and body almost curling inwards to suppress whatever reaction threatened to spill out of him.

Taking a leap, a terrifying guess, you slowly pry the whiskey tumbler from his hand, the bronze-syrup liquid appearing as a thin film of gold in the bottom of the crystal glass. Gently, you set it aside, the quiet ‘tnk’ of the cup causing Joel’s body to jolt slightly. Always on red alert, even amid grief.

Your fingertips press into his pulse as your hands wrap around Joel’s sinewy wrists. He’s ageing, his hair greying and the skin above his veins lightly leathery to the touch, but his heartbeat is strong. It pulses heavily against your prints, screaming out just how alive he is when you drag him off the sofa.

Joel defies expectations. He doesn’t complain, doesn’t even groan in protest at the ache in his bones at having to stand again. Instead, he settles his head against your shoulder, wrapping his strong arms around you. He holds you so tight that your lungs wheeze in objection- but you don’t have it in you to complain because Joel sighs against your jugular, and it’s like the relief unwinds every rigid muscle in his body.

It can hardly be called dancing, but your body sways to the beat of the music like a pendulum. Back and forth, back and forth. Joel seems to lose himself in the hypnotic oscillation, pressing delicate kisses across the skin of your throat and inhaling the gritty cologne of apocalyptic life that you wear. You can almost hear the infomercial; “Top notes of sweat-musk and smoke from burnt corpses, base notes containing earthy soil and the metallic tang of blood. Heart notes contain devastating grief and an underlying desire to curl in a ball and die to escape this hellscape.”

Slowly, you slide your fingers into the roots of Joel’s silvering hair. He leans into your touch, groaning softly at the comfort he finds in the swirl of your fingerprints, massaging his scalp. He’s so at peace that you barely even notice him whisper the lyrics into your skin, enchanting it with the baritone of his husky voice.

“Free on my own; that's the way I used to be. But since I met you, baby, love's got a hold on me,” he murmurs, barely following the tune with how quietly he hums each syllable. You cling to him, casting your eyes to the mossy ceiling and revelling in a moment of vulnerability that Joel hadn’t afforded you in months.

“That how it happened?” You ask him with a slight teasing lilt to your voice. You may imagine the feeling of a smile against your throat, the smooth enamel of his teeth brushing the thin flesh.

“Somethin’ like that,” he mumbles, pressing another kiss to your pulse point. You’re sure he feels it flutter. Joel was never a man of many words, and knowing him as long as you have, you could be certain he would rather blow his own brains out than admit to a fairytale ‘love at first sight’ moment. His answer was the closest thing you would get to a confirmation of guilt.

You can’t help but giggle at his refusal to expose the inside of his heart to you, yet simultaneously unable to conceal his obvious adoration. His breath tickles your cheek as he exhales the carbon dioxide from his lungs. You’d breathe it in, if you could, even if you suffocated on it. A piece of you wanted every part of Joel in a desperate attempt to fill the hole in your heart left behind by your losses. By your Sarah.

Perhaps he could feel that in you because Joel pulled away from your neck for a moment, pressing his forehead to yours in the closest thing to ‘affection’ that the brutal smuggler could muster. The tip of his aquiline nose brushes up the sloping bridge of your own before pressing a kiss to your lips. Tender at first, an inevitable hunger quickly surpasses Joel’s desire to ease you with delicate kisses and sweet nothings as Elvin Bishop croons the confession that you cannot pry from your partner.

“I fooled around and fell in love….”

-✩-

It’s miserable at first. Joel’s kissing you like he needs to swallow you down to numb the pain, like those little white pills he knocks back with a shot of whiskey when he thinks you’re not looking. You find him sprawled on the sofa some days, mumbling Sarah’s name in his sleep as tears stream down his cheekbones and into the sparse hair of his beard.

It takes you both a moment, but when your back hits the mattress, something sparks up inside Joel. He abandons his distress in the bedroom doorway, planting kisses up the length of your stomach and sternum as he slots his hips between your thighs.

“Fuck, Joel-!”

“I know,” he mumbles, licking a stripe across your bare chest and swirling the tip of his tongue around your hardening nipple. “I ain’t been as attentive to my Darlin as I shoulda been.”

You attempt to ease him down from his deprecation, to remind him he’s been suffering, but he grinds the length of his clothed cock against your weeping cunt, and it’s as though your mind stalls, your protests overridden by a sigh of relief.

“Mhmm, that’s it,” he whispers, feverish with a kind of emotional need that you rarely see in your usually animalistic sexual encounters. “That’s it.”

Joel yanks your cargo pants off your hips, hooking his thumbs beneath the waistband of the dirtied beige material to slip down your underwear too. He groans at the sight of your glistening pussy in the candlelight, sweeping his thumb through the slick mess between your folds and listening to the wet noise you make for him.

“Fuck,” he rasps, dragging the pad of his thumb over your clit and listening to you meek, watching your toes curl, “Christ, I’ve been neglectin’ you, Darlin’. How could I neglect such a pretty thing?”

“Joel, you’re hurti- Aghh-!”

You let out a strangled moan because Joel dips his face down and licks a hot stripe across the length of your cunt. It’s sloppy and desperate, and you feel the warmth of his exhale waft across your clit and spark hot embers deep in your abdomen.

Locks of Joel’s hair are wrapped tight around your trembling fingers, but Joel doesn’t relent. He drags his tongue against your throbbing clit, relishing how you taste and enjoying how the meat of your thighs muffle the music when they squeeze against his ears.

“Joel,” you beg him, voice needy and back arching against his ministrations. You want to touch him too, want to ease his own frustrations, but Joel approaches this like a punishment. He is serving time for abusing you like this, leaving you wanting beside him in bed due to what he believes is his own selfish actions in wallowing in his grief.

He lazily sinks his tongue into your entrance for a moment, lapping up more of the mess you leak across his face and groaning in delight at how your taste smothers him. He’d drown in it if you’d let him.

It takes you a moment, given he’s working you up into a frenzy, to note that Joel’s rutting his hips into the mattress in a feeble attempt to pleasure himself. He groans softly against your cunt, the vibrations stimulating you and tightening the coil settled deep in the pit of your stomach.

“Fu-uuuck, Joel-!” You keen his name, thighs thrown over his shoulders. The tip of his tongue dances slowly around the circumference of your clit once, twice, three times before swiping back and forth over it. Tears well in your eyes as he repeats the process, and you watch as the wetness on your lashes causes the image of his head between your thighs to reflect back at you like a kaleidoscope, fractured and duplicated and oh-so-beautiful.

“Mhmm,” Joel hums, his hands sliding up your ribs and squeezing at your breasts with his paws. His thumbs trace your nipples, and again your back is arching, your hips rutting against his chin and pushing your abused clit against his nose.

“Oh God, Oh God, that’s it-“ you’re telling him it feels good, but it sounds like you’re begging him to keep going, heels pushing into his back and dragging him impossibly closer to you. The aged, rotten, wooden frame of the bed creaks at your sloppy attempts to thrust against his mouth. You’re so tight, all wound up with the threat of an orgasm, and Joel is whispering against your cunt.

“Baby, come on,” he murmurs, using his thumb to swipe back and forth a little more rapidly against your clit as he eats you out, smearing your wetness over his lips and beard, “That’s it, Darlin’, that’s it.”

You wheeze out a version of his name that sounds foreign to your ears, slurring the single syllable as your orgasm blooms through you. It’s slow at first, creeping, but then it burns through you. It detonates like the bombs they dropped on Outbreak Day, devastating your nerve endings and crushing your body inwards. Joel continues to coax you through it with his tongue, and you’re feebly pushing his head away as it grows and grows, the peak seemingly nowhere in sight.

Finally, it subsides, Joel groaning loudly as he settles his head on your lower abdomen, still grinding his hips into the mattress like a schoolboy. You’re giggling through your heaving breaths, delirious thanks to the liquid warmth that settles in your bones.

“Oh fuck-“ you whisper, voice hoarse and broken from yelling out Joel’s name. He offers no vocal response, instead kissing at the junction where your thighs meet your pelvis.

The action means just as much as those three unspoken words.

END

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howlingday · 6 months ago

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Ok but imagine what would happen if Loid and Perry teamed up? No one could stop them.

Okay... Time for something new...

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AGENT T

A Phineas and Ferb/Spy X Family One-Shot

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"An extended conference overseas?"

"Yes, it's a sort of outreach programs between different countries to share different psychiatric methods." Loid explained to Yor. "I'm sorry this is so last minute. I will try to call you as soon as I get back."

Lying to Yor felt wrong, but it was a necessary evil in his life as a spy. The truth was that he was assisting in a joint operation with a foreign intelligence agency, though the whole thing felt like a bad joke to him. Whoever heard of a spy agency under the title of "The Organization Without a Cool Acronym"? Regardless of his feelings, his mission was clear. He was to rendezvous with the agent known as "The Platypus" and provide backup as required.

"Papa?" Anya, his daughter, pointed to picture in her book. Coincidentally, it was a platypus. "Is this a plassapess?"

"No, it isn't." Loid shook his head. "Just because I'll be gone for a little bit doesn't mean you're allowed to shirk on your studies. I expect nothing less than perfect marks when I return home."

"Aw..." Anya groaned.

"Loid, where is this conference being held?" Yor asked.

"I wasn't given the exact details myself, but it's in a region known as the 'Tri-State Area'."

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"And that's about the gist of the assignment, Agent P." Major Monogram said through the video screen. "Find out what Dr. Doofenshmirtz is up to and put a stop to it!"

"If it's evil, sir." Carl's voice said off-screen.

"Yes, yes, if it's evil, put a stop to it." Major Monogram rolled his eyes. "We're counting on you, Agent P."

Perry the Platypus gave a salute and left the briefing room.

"I thought the evil thing was implied, Carl." Major Monogram grumbled.

"It doesn't hurt to be sure, sir. Words can be confusing."

"Not as confusing as this finger trap." The major lifted his hands to reveal his fingers had been locked in a threaded snare trap for fingers"

"Did you put your fingers in that trap again, sir?"

"Carl, we've been over this; if I don't do it myself, then how will I learn when I need it most?"

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Meanwhile, in the middle of a city in the tri-state area, at an oddly designed building with the logo, Doofenshmirtz Evil Inc.~, Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz heard a knock at his door.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" He opened the door to an elderly man delivering the mail. He was fragile and hunched over. In his hands was a clipboard and a large parcel behind him. "Oh, look at you! You're so old! Why aren't you retired yet? Here, come inside and rest for a bit. I can show you what you're delivering is being used for."

The elderly man hobbled in, his left leg limping with every step. He mumbled something alike to a thank you before being seated on a large loveseat inside a laboratory. Unknown to the oddly kind-hearted doctor, the old man was actual the legendary Agent Twilight in perfect disguise. In front of him was a massive ray-gun of sorts, like in the cartoons Anya watched, with a scope and a trigger beneath. At the tip of the barrel was a missing component.

"So, you're probably wondering what it is I'm building with a mind-tapping helmet." He held out his hands. "Oh, I'm a little rusty. I usually save these backstories for my nemesis, Perry the Platypus, but here goes." Through Agent Twilight's perfect mental imagery, every word spoken became a clear picture of the very sad and tragic backstory of the target. "You see, back when I was growing up in Gimmelshtump, it's a town in Drusselstein if you didn't know, my grandparents would always say something, but mean something else. Like, they would tell me to wash the ham, but what they really meant was marinate it, but it was one of those old sayings that grandparents use and, me being a child, I didn't know what they really meant because I'd only heard it said once." He ripped open the parcel, was handed the mind-tapping helmet, and held it to the device. "And that's when I came up with this! BEHOLD, THE SAYWHAT'SONYOURMIND-INATOR!" He then climbed his way to the apex of the machine. "With this inator, people will say what's on their mind and mean what they really say! Like, say your friends want to hang out and, I don't know, do old person things, like play cards, but the way they say it makes it sound like they want to sleep all day, so they'll say what's on their mind! Here, let me try it on you!"

Faster than Agent Twilight can react, the nefarious doctor was already on the ground and using his weapon on him. He was then hit with the powerful radio waves the machine emitted. He blinked.

"I don't feel any different." He said aloud. "Did this mad scientist's machine really work-" His eyes widened as the doctor laughed for a moment.

"Hey, who are you calling a mad scientist? I'm not mad. I mean, I'm mad now, but I'm not always mad." He looked to the platypus climbing out of the parcel package. "Perry the Platypus, tell him I'm not always mad." The platypus in the fedora chittered. "See? He gets it." At this, he gasped. "PERRY THE PLATYPUS?! Wait, were you able to hear my backstory while I you were inside the- OOF!"

Perry punched Dr. Doofenshmirtz, sending him stumbling backwards into his machine. The machine fired off in a random direction before being taken into the hands of its creator.

"There's no need to fight me, Perry the Platypus. Why don't you just-" He fired the inator on Perry. "USE YOUR WORDS! AHAHAHAHA~!"

Perry winced at the sudden radio waves bombarding him. He blinked a few times. He was looked at expectantly by his nemesis.

"Chkchkchkchkt."

"Oh, right. You're a platypus." He then pressed a button on his inator and a net flew out and ensnared Perry. "But I planned for that!" A punch flew in from out of nowhere, knocking the doctor over with his inator. Standing not far away was the old man from before. "What are you doing, Old Man?"

"My name," the mask ripped, revealing the spy, "is Agent Twilight, and on behalf of the good people of Westalis, I order you to surrender your weapon."

"Westalis? Where is that? Is he with you, Perry the Platypus?"

"Chkchkchkchkt."

"I won't allow you to threaten the good people of the world with this strange contraption." Agent Twilight said, fully removing his disguise. "Especially while I am assigned to this joint operation."

"Well, I didn't really have anything planned for someone bigger than Perry the Platypus, but I did have this in case he escaped!" With a push of a button, another net of ribbon spewed forth. Unfortunately, the new agent was too fast to be caught and rolled his way over to Agent P, where he easily ripped apart his bindings. "No, no, don't do that! That is so unfair, fighting two against one!" He groaned. "Of all the days for Norm to take one of his 'mandatory vacation days'."

This vacation day in question included going to the mechanic for a semi-spa treatment involving oil, rags, and oily rags. Back to the fight, Agent Twilight kept the doctor on his toes, swinging fist after fist, easily overpowering his opponent. Meanwhile, Agent P was altering the inator by turning the mind-control helmet around so that the machine would reverse its effects.

"I cannot fail here. I cannot allow my emotions to get the better of me. I must keep on my toes. I need to keep applying pressure and overwhelm my opponent with quick, but meaningful strikes."

"Ugh! I regret hitting you with my inator." Dr. Doofenshmirtz groused amidst his thrashings. "Why can't you be more quiet like Perry the Platypus?"

"Chkchkchkchkt." The OWCA agent chittered from atop before swinging the inator around and firing it on himself Agent Twilight. Agent P patted himself down before giving a thumbs up to his fellow agent from afar.

"Oh, finally! I didn't think you would ever stop talking!" Dr. Doofenshmirtz groused even more.

Agent Twilight was about to go in for another punch when he was dragged away by Agent P. Looking back to the inator, he saw that there was a self-destruct device placed at the device's weak point. Jumping over the balcony, Agent P held tight to Agent Twilight, the two silently gliding through the air to a safe location. On the winds, they could hear the defeated shouting of their shared nemesis for the day.

"YOU DON'T NEED AN INATOR TO KNOW THIS, BUT CURSE YOU, STRANGE OLD MAN, AND CURSE YOU, PERRY THE PLATYPUS!"

A GENT P~!.

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"Excuse me, is this your platypus?"

"Huh?" Phineas turned around to see a man standing in their yard, holding Perry in his hands. "Oh, there you are, Perry!"

"I found him wandering around in your front yard, and I thought it was odd to see an animal so far from their home."

"He's not far from his home, he's simply living in a new home away from his natural habitat. We feed him four meals a day, plus treats, and give him as much comfort as possible." Ferb explained in excess.

"Oh, I... see..."

"Yeah, sorry about Ferb." Phineas explained. "He's been a lot more talkative than usual today. It's almost like some kind of radio wave went off and made him say everything that was on his mind."

"That's... quite an imaginative explanation." The man said. "But maybe this will help. I specialize in psychiatric help and this device helps ease those affected by 'radio wave' abnormalities in humans."

"Oh, you mean like brain stimulation therapy?" Phineas asked. "Isn't that controversial?"

"Yes, yes, it is." The man quirked his brow. "But I believe it may be the best way to help your friend."

"Oh, Ferb's not my friend. He's my brother!"

"Ah, excuse me. Now, may I use my device. I promise no harm will come to your brother."

"Well, okay, if you say so." Phineas stepped aside and let the man hold the device up to Ferb before pressing a button. Ferb blinked a few times before the man placed the device in his pocket. "How you feelin', Ferb?"

Ferb gave a thumbs up.

"Hey, it looks like it worked! Thank you, Mr... Huh? Where'd he go?"

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"Papa! You're home~!" Anya cheered, running to the door.

"You're back already?" Yor asked. "I thought you'd be gone a lot longer, considering how far you were traveling."

"I was offered a trip on a much fast return flight than the one prior." Reaching into his doctor's bag, he pulled free a plush doll in the shape of a strange creature with a duck bill, a beaver tail and feet, and a strange greenish-blur fur color. "Anya, I found this on the way home. I remember you being curious about platypus before leaving, so I thought you'd enjoy this."

"Thank you, Papa!"

"Oh, that is so cute~! What are you going to name him?"

Anya thought for a moment, then noticed a certain look in his eyes. It was the same look he held when he was in thought of something. Focusing on him, she heard a name said over and over again.

"Percy the Plassypess?" Anya smiled, tossing her plush in the air. "Yeah! Agent Percy the Plassypess~!"

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daisyblog · 2 years ago

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Baby

When We Were Young Masterlist Summary: Louis tells YN that he is going to be a Dad.

"I'm gonna be a Dad...she's having my baby"

YN wasn't sure if the words that stumbled out of Louis's mouth were a joke or if this was just extra confirmation that there was no future for them. She knew she was the one who ended their relationship a couple of months ago, but being together for four years she never expected him to move on so quickly, she couldn't even do the math - it was all too much. Sure, she had seen some photos of them together, leaving parties and on nights out, but she wasn't expecting him to have a baby with another woman.

She could feel the lump in her throat rise and the tears threaten to spill, but she fought hard against them and instead smiled brightly at the boy she loved in front of her "I..um..I'm sure you'll be an amazing Dad..congratulations Lou..I wish you both all the best with your little family" the words made her feel queazy, sure she meant them but that did that make it hurt any less? No.

"YN..you don't need to pretend you're not angry at me..in fact, I want you to shout and scream at me telling me how much of an idiot I am" Louis pleaded, rubbing his face in stress.

YN shrugged her shoulders "What's the point in doing that?...It's not going to change anything...you're going to be a Dad and have a family regardless of how I react"

"You..I..uh.." Louis stuttered before he tried again "Me and Briana..we're not together..we never were-"

"Lou..look it's none of my business"

"But you deserve to know...it was just a drunken thing..you know it was never meant to be more than that...we're not gonna be a family...we'll co-parent when the baby is here" Louis explained.

"Sounds like you've got it all planned" YN politely smiled, before she stood from where she sat and made her way towards the door.

"YN..wait" Louis called after her, making her freeze when he spoke the next few words "I love you..you know that"

She wanted to turn around her and run into his arms like a fairytale but it just wasn't the case. So she took a deep breath and turned to face Louis with a sad smile "I'll always love you Lou...but I just don't think we're meant to be any more"

Before Louis had the chance to respond, YN left the room heading towards her dressing room where she could let her tears flow freely. As she opened the door, she was taken back when she saw Harry pacing up and down, almost like he was waiting for her.

"Harry what are you doing..you knew he was going to tell me?" YN asked as she saw his sympathetic smile.

"Thought you could do with a cuddle" Harry spoke, opening his arms for her. That's what YN loved about Harry, he always knew when someone needed a shoulder to cry on. She was so grateful to have another brother.

After YN had cried into arms and had now calmed down slightly "There was so much I wanted to say in there"

"How about you tell me instead..you know so you get it all out" Harry suggested.

"He said she was having his baby..and then rambled on about how they're not together..I told him it's none of my business" YN shook her head as she thought about their conversation "What did he expect..me to magically jump back into his arms..I don't think so...I bet she faked her orgasm" YN said so bluntly, making Harry choke on his breath.

"Fucking e'll YN" Harry laughed.

"Sorry..I shouldn't have said that..I don't want to be mean but Louis a prick"

"Hey..you're just hurt and angry right now...which is understandable...we all say things in the moment"

"Could be a good song you know" YN changed her whole mood.

Harry raised his eyebrows "How?"

"I don't know" YN thought for a moment, before she spoke again "What about something like...She's having my baby..It's none of my business..She's having my baby..It's none of my, it's none of my...It's New York, baby, always jacked up...Holland Tunnel for a nose, it's always backed up...When she's alone, she goes home to a cactus..In a black dress, she's such an actress"

"I like it...maybe it could be one for next album" Harry said with a sarcastic smile.

"Uh..yeah not going to happen..I think it would be pretty obvious" YN laughed, until she thought of an idea "It's all yours though..if you ever want to use it"

"Oh thanks" Harry sarcastically laughed at her suggestion "Not sure what I'm gonna do with a verse about you calling Louis and his baby mama out"

"Just don't forget to put me in the credits" YN joked.

Tag List: (let me know if you would like to be added) @peterholland04 @werewolfbansheelove

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ghostclowning · 2 years ago

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another day of zhushen agenda BUT it's ZZL being unreasonably hot when SQQ least expects him to. Like when he's talking to SQQ politely and calmly, then some demon tries to approach them and he gives them such a death glare that the poor thing perishes immediately regardless of its intentions. Then he turns back to SQQ and he's now absolutely normal. But SQQ isn't normal at all. He's never been hornier in his life. Gentle ZZL is cool but /srs ZZL???maybe even mad ZZL?? Fuck yes. Although perhaps he's feeling so safe thinking about such things only bc he knows for sure his husband won't ever intentionally hurt him. He really wants to hear ZZL call him a "bad boy" now though, whew.

And SQQ also likes to randomly touch ZZL muscles(if it doesn't distract him, of course...but sometimes even if it distracts him. After all, so far he never objected). Pure amazement. He wonders if ZZL could beat LQG if they had no swords(of course he wouldn't let these two fight, this sure would end up traumatic for both...but just for the sake of mental experiment? It's never wrong to imagine hot men in blood-). And he also thinks how he can do whatever with ZZL only bc ZZL chooses to allow him. Like "I braid his hair but he could easily braid my limbs! Sheesh!" But ZZL is just ready to tolerate any shit he does, even when he goes drinking with SQH(it never ends well)(ZZL gives him the /srs stare afterwards which SQQ a little bit enjoys ... secretly....).

[The truth is, he probably considers literally anything still better than standing lines for lewd fanfics]

Sometimes SQQ purposely tries to tease ZZL, but it often leads to an outcome he didn't expect, even if at first things go smoothly...He once tried to make his snake husband a little jealous, joke-flirting with soemone, but ZZL was just keeping silent, although he clearly was upset. Once they were left alone, he said he thought what he and master Shen had was just between them. SQQ was just heartbroken cuz his boy seemed so sad about it<3 He tries to reassure ZZL he was just fucking around but then ZZL pins him to the wall, grabs both his hands, immobilizing him with ease, his glance calm as ever but unusually stern.

"Master Shen has spoken enough today. But I see that I don't satisfy master Shen enough."

"Not at all, Xizhi-lang..."

"I have a name."

"...Ah? Sorry, Zhuzhi-lang...You really satisfy me! I was just being silly..."

"No need to pretend now. I understand," Zhuzhi-lang leans in and shuts him up with a kiss. Oh no. Practice shows that his 'understanding' of things is often different from normal... "If so, I'm afraid I have to fix my mistakes."

His firm tone makes SQQ feel things. God damn it, maybe he actually doesn't mind whatever is going to happen now. Although it wouldn't be so sweet if ZZL gave him a dose of blood parasites to control him. Yeah that would be less hot.

"I will make love to you all night. For every sound that you make, I will keep going."

SQQ had no idea how vocal he was in bed until now, and he cursed this trait of his now, because he also had no idea how long demons can go on. ZZL only let him go when he started literally begging for mercy. This really was enjoyable until SQQ got completely exhausted, and when he realized ZZL still stops when he asks properly, he thought that he certainly will do this again... sometime. When he's able to walk again, probably. Maybe.

SQQ also grew used to the snakes, even the demonic ones. When ZZL is not home, he talks to them instead. Keeps a little bowl of water for them even. Unexpectedly, him befriending the snakes actually helped to get them out of his bed... When ZZL saw how friendly he got with them, he gave him a strange look, but he hasn't found a single snake in his bed or in his clothes since. They still were everywhere else around the house, but, apparently, have learned that some things are not to be touched. They still touch master Shen himself though, but they, apparently, also were taught not to do so if master Shen minds...and this man once said he can't do anything about his snakes, huh?

And also SQQ collected a piece of snake skin ZZL shed. When ZZL found out, he was a little...repulsed. "Why would one collect something that came off their body? You don't collect fallen off hair..."

"But it's not hair! It's a piece of snake skin. It looked cool."

"...Should I start collecting master Shen's dead skin..."

"...uhm, alright, alright, you have a point. Please don't-"

"If master Shen likes such things, I could-"

"Please don't"

SQQ had no doubt ZZL could make all the snakes shed right in their house, and he clearly didn't need that. Did SQQ get rid of that one piece of snake skin though? Absolutely not.

#svsss #zhuzhi-lang #shen qingqiu #zhushen #i swear i dont know how did it turn unto a poorly written fic in the end i have no control over myself #delusional

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pinkobsessedfreak · 2 years ago

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the poets and their pet of choice (aka: dog or cat people?)

(there's ship stuff under the "keep reading" tag and i wrote for whatever ship i could think of hcs for)

neil: dog person. c'mon, neil perry is a walking golden retriever, of course he loves dogs.

todd: controversially, a dog person. he loves cats, but there is nothing like a dog jumping up on you to give you kisses. he seems to like their company more than some humans, occasionally. they're easier to talk to. (todd + therapy dog?)

charlie: also controversially, a cat person. charlie loves dogs, yes he does, but he embodies cat energy. specifically a jaguar. he just loves cats (and wearing cat-based animal prints [like cheetah, tiger]).

knox: dog person. there are no thoughts behind his doe eyes and though dogs can be smart as hell, they can also be dumb as hell, and they just work so well with him. also, imagine him holding a puppy. done.

meeks: cat person. he may be a talkative person, compared to other... nerds, i said it, but the silent solitude a cat provides is perfect for him. he loves that they can curl on his lap when he studies and also try to interupt the studying for his attention but in less distracting ways than a dog.

pitts: dog person. it feels like i can make a "tall person" joke here but just, dogs. actually, i think pitts is allergic to dogs and is so sad that he can be toppled over by a sneeze because of dogs but not by the dogs themselves.

cam: cat person. do i really need to explain? i will regardless. he genuinely thinks any animal would hate him but cats come up to him and he is so confused, but they are also a lot less energetic than dogs, so he can deal with them and their affections easier. he, like meeks, also likes their habits during your own studying.

multishipper madness:

anderperry: as two dog lovers, they would get their first dog within a few months of moving in together. neil knows that todd is it for him, and todd knows the reverse is true, and though the latter struggles with saying it, the dog exemplifies it in ways todd cannot put into audible words. it's a golden retriever, and it serves as the biggest source of comfort for the two of them when things get hard. nights spend cuddling with a pooch hopping onto the couch and subsequently their legs are the best nights for them. todd writes a poetry book about the dog (as todd writes a poetry book about everything, the words never stop spewing from his mind, especially with the infusion of love he feels everyday) and publishes it. dog lovers everywhere adore it.

knarlie: charlie comes home one day with an armful of cats (not kittens, as one would expect. charlie went into the shelter and adopted six of the oldest cats without ever asking a question about kittens). knox cannot say no to him. they baby these cats for as long as they live. charlie does the same thing with two dogs later on in their lives together, and knox is so in love with him it hurts is just as happy to baby these babies until they pass on. knox and charlie and their kids would be the family always surrounded by a thousand pets of different kinds, i wouldn't doubt. there is so much love in that household that it could suffocate you if you weren't careful.

mittsie: because of pitts' unfortunate allergy to dogs, they get a cat, and pitts cannot think of anything prettier than meeks, asleep on their bed, with their cat laying on his hip and purring louder than he believed possible. there's also nothing prettier than meeks laughing as he tries to move their cat off of his arms so he could keep writing whatever paper he was fixing up at the moment. there's truly not much of anything prettier than meeks, in pitts' eyes, and it is only bettered by the presence of a cat with fur a familiar shade of orange. meeks also insists on feeding their cat the healthiest food they can manage, but since meeks cannot be allowed into the kitchen as he can burn water, pitts prepares cute little healthy meals for the cat. they're so in love with each other it hurts.

cherry: neil will walk into their apartment with a puppy in hand the same day charlie gets a cat, but there is no argument over which one they keep. "you got a cat without asking me?" "you got a dog without asking me?" "fair... so we're keeping both?" "char." "yeah, why did i even ask." the cat and dog don't get along the best and neil and charlie both have different ways of getting them to befriend each other. they never figure it out, but one night, something clicks, and the cat and dog become cool as cucumbers. charlie nicknames them the most ridiculous things, and neil thinks it's adorable. neil thinks all of charlie is adorable, even though the boy couldn't take a genuine compliment to save his life, but it works.

chadd: todd and charlie go to the shelter together to adopt an animal and somehow end up with an old therapy dog and two cats, thanks to charlie's pleading and todd's pure love and inability to resist him. todd swore up and down they only had the means for one pet, with their lease and all, but he did not complain at all about the two carriers and one leash they ended up putting into their car and driving home. charlie thinks the therapy dog would be most useful for todd, since he can't always be there for him when he has some of his worse panics, but charlie finds a lot of use in the dog too. their relationship is a lot of healing and these animals only serve to help that. the cats are twins and serve their own platter of chaos. todd writes many a poem about their similarities to his boyfriend: no wonder he picked them out.

camtodd: there's a sale at the shelter, and neither of them plan to get a cat, but by some random chance, they both have a break in their day just long enough to go. the shelter is crowded with families who were waiting on a chance to see the animals, and cam almost leaves because he doubts they'll get to, but they do, and when he sits down on a floor, todd scooting against his side, in a room swarming with kittens, he expects all of them to crawl into his boyfriend's lap. and they do. but then one falls into his own lap and pads around, mewing. then another. and another. and then he's swarmed with cats, something he never believed could happen. he doesn't call it crying, but tears do fall down his cheeks. they adopt the first two cats that crawled into both of their touches. cameron cannot believe he managed to get this lucky, he has no idea how. todd doesn't really know, either, but they are so happy together that it frankly doesn't matter.

kitts: pitts goes to visit knox's family, who are all too excited to meet him: of course, knox's family includes their adorable bernese mountain dog, skipper. pitts is not deathly allergic to dogs, but he came prepared with enough allergy medication to drown a horse. he takes one in the morning, one in the afternoon, and one in the evening: thankfully they only make him lightly drowsy and not entirely delirious. knox, who had completely forgotten his boyfriend was allergic to dogs, sees him taking the pills and asks, only to be brutally reminded the man he loves can never be a dog owner: he feels terrible, and offers to go home early, but pitts would never end this trip prematurely for the world. when it does end, though, knox suggests they look for a hypoallergenic dog. pitts laughs. they adopt one a few years later.

kneil: knox is one for big romantic gestures, so he figures, after he and neil had been together for three years, he'd celebrate their anniversary by getting a dog. neil had mentioned wanting to get a pet far more in those past few months than he had the first two years of their relationship, so knox took the logical leap. when he comes home on their anniversary with the cutest dog he could find, neil is just... totally in love with him and the dog and he can't believe it. his boyfriend knew how to take hints, but he did so in the dorkiest ways, sometimes, especially since neil thought his disappearance the entire day meant last-minute anniversary preparations (it did. the dinner neil was expecting would come later that night. along with the proposal, but adopting a dog, for the two of them, was likened to a marriage proposal, so neil sees it coming before knox even has the chance to ask.)

carry: cam is the one to surprise neil, this time around. sort of. though everyone else is great at surprises, cam is constantly worried that the other person won't like it, so the moment he seriously considers getting a pet to try and bring more comfort into their lives, he asks neil. neil is all too quick to agree, and they have a cat by the next week. cam made sure, time and time again, that neil was okay settling for a cat instead of a dog, because he could handle a dog, he could, but neil did not think he could handle a dog (and the sharp cacophony of their barks) all too well, so they take home the large white cat that curled up in the brunet's lap and fell asleep while cam was sifting through paperwork at the shelter. this cat brings them comfort at their roughest times, when human touch and words are too much for the mind, as well as many happy memories.

parlie: pitts' allergy stikes again, though not to his boyfriend's dismay, and after much deliberation over whether they could handle a pet together, their question is answered for them when a kitten appears on their doorstep and they immediately take her in. watching your partner nurse a little kitten back to help is the most adorable thing to watch, they'd both agree. it makes them think about the impossible. once the kitten is healthy and older, they love having cooking competitions to see whose food the cat likes more: it's an even split, since pitts can cook amazingly and with heart while charlie creates on instinct without any semblance of intent and yet still produces beauty. the cat doesn't mind and lives heartily on both of their delicious productions.c

gingersnaps: they are totally the couple to get a dog that is almost as tall as the both of them and take them for walks all around town. they are both cat people, a fact that cameron mentions the moment meeks sees the puppy and cameron knows they are going home with a dog. the worker at the shelter warns that the dog is going to grow tall, sending cautious glances at their nowhere-near-six-foot selves, but they shrug it off. the dog does grow quite big, and they just barely manage to keep them adequately contained and healthy on top of maintaining their own health, sanity, and savings, but they make do. meeks tends to get attacked with kisses by their very tall dog often while he's trying to relax on the couch, and cameron tries to help him, only to get "attacked" as well. their rest only comes when their puppy tires out and falls asleep and they can curl up in each other's arms, notably covered in dog slobber as they do.

meekx: to combat knox's usual big romantic gestures, meeks is the one this time to surprise knox with an animal. he gets a puppy with eyes the same shade of brown that he's seen in the eyes he's come to fall in love with. knox is almost moved to tears, and he hugs his boyfriend and their dog close to his chest when he first sees them together. there's something so endearing to him about seeing meeks attempt to hold a squirming puppy in his arms, and knox presses several kisses to his curls and to the puppy's adorable head once he pulls away from the hug. this new love is fast and immediate, kind of like how the two of them fell in love in the first place.

a bundle of nerds: their dog, because even with two cat people, they end up with a dog, has bronze fur, increasing the number of orange-haired dorks in this grouping to three and leaving the sole brunette outnumbered even further. they let the dog onto the bed at night with the three of them, though it was already a squeeze before, since pitts tends to be colder than the cam or meeks and they need to supply for the lost heat. pitts finds it easiest to play with and "wrangle" the dog when they're being a tad too energetic, but meeks has a way with training them, and cam has a way with soothing them, that perfectly balances their care and love between all of them. pitts buys a gross variety of different toys for the dog, and cam and meeks love watching their boyfriend play with the dog from their porch/balcony, while simultaneously falling even more in love with him, if that were possible.

mittsiedd: college and career life is tough, and as everyone starts working later hours to try and provide in the grueling and failing economy, they start spending less time together, and todd's and pitts' anxiety starts to worsen. they're typically together for the hard nights, pitts silently holding todd as he gets him to mimic what he can remember from his own therapy sessions while he does it for himself, with meeks trying his best to provide comfort from his graveyard shift with whatever he can think of. when his coworker tells him that her cat had a litter and she needs to rehome the kittens, the answer to his problem bursts into his head as if it had been obvious the entire time. he does ask first, though, and todd, who had a calm night, easily agrees, as does pitts, with the little convincing it took of meeks saying "studies show that petting an animal can lower your blood pressure." cuddles with a kitten do not supplement cuddles with your lovers, but the cat really does help them make it through this tough stretch of their lives.

camderperry: cameron has always been afraid of getting a pet with neil and todd, because he thinks their mishmash of a relationship will not last as long as the animal's life. todd and neil disagree. enter: mx. whiskers (charlie, a part of the entire plan to get cameron out of his goddamn head, c'mon, didn't he see how annoying it was in school, was responsible for the name). cameron admits to breaking out in a stupid sob when he comes home form work to a text saying "surprise!" and a cat bundled in todd's arms, because its there, its real, it means something. neil pulls him into his arms before he can start bawling, which he still does, and todd immediately supplies him with the kitty, and suddenly, for a moment, a long and dear moment, everything is right in the world. the cat snuggles into cam's arms, and he rests his head atop of their warm head, and todd presses a soft kiss to his cheek, followed by neil planting a kiss to the both of his partners' foreheads, and everything is good. everything is right.

polypoets: it is hard enough to coordinate anything when seven people are all dating each other, let alone attempt to decide if they should get a pet, as it involves feeding, grooming, play, and vet schedules which are tough to dictate between two people as is, but somehow, the poets manage. at first, when they decide to try and see if they should get a pet, they cannot agree on what type of animal to get ("four to three. we win!" "we can't get a dog, knox! what about ger's allergies?" "i'll be fine, but i don't think we should get an animal until we have our own place together." "this three bedroom apartment isn't enough?" "we can barely afford rent without the pet fees." "oh fuck, i forgot about those." "we can afford rent just fine." "not with pet fees.") they get a fish for their first attempt at pet parenting while still in that apartment. it goes... about as expected: chaotic but surprisingly well. cam and todd are in charge of creating the schedules, neil cleans the tank, meeks is in charge of health, knox and charlie make the fish do dorky tricks while they do their feedings, and pitts keeps track of their supplies. when they do get their own place, a house with a huge primary bedroom that seems as big as the average studio apartment but with enough space for all of them plus some, they get a cat. and then a dog. and another fish, for old time's sake. the schedule is pretty much the same, give or take some semantics. they all grow old together, happy and in love with each other and with these dorky pet additions to their family, okay?

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llamamonger · 1 year ago

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awkward friendship

Been having a lot of hard talks with my dear friend this summer, but they’ve been necessary. Suffice it to say, this one actually seemed to get down to the meat of the matter. After a couple other hard talks about their reasoning for getting married so fast (ultimately I just wanted to know if this wasn’t masking something they’re not wanting to process), I asked them directly about whether it bothered them when people assumed we were best friends. They said they were afraid to talk about this because I might get mad, which was strange since I told them before that they have a right to ask or tell me anything, but I was like, there’s nothing you could say to me that would be worse than all the things I’ve already imagined. They said they feel awkward about my professions of love, and that they did get my letter, and it made them feel awkward—they weren’t much more eloquent than that. When people assume we’re really close it triggers that same awkwardness for them. Of course I’m fully understanding all this—I literally said in the letter, this is awkward, and if it’s too weird, just pretend you never got the letter, which was the option they chose. So why would they assume I’d be angry? I asked why it’s awkward to them, and ultimately they said it’s because they don’t understand it. And that’s fair. I didn’t expect them to—I really just wanted to give clarity & maybe get benefit of the doubt, if not understanding. They’ve never had deep friendships until the last 4 years, and they have no experience with deep platonic/friend love. I told them about how I view it, from the Platonic perspective, about being able to admire how a person expresses Goodness in their own unique way. C.S. Lewis mentions how friends’ eyes can be opened to see each other’s “glory,” so the same kind of thing. I told them how I first knew I loved them, at a time when I was mad and feeling slighted and wondering if I was just being used and questioning whether I should help them out the next day with something. I realized that regardless of what I was feeling, I hated the idea of them struggling & being miserable & stressed if I didn’t come help them, and that’s when I knew I loved them, regardless of whatever emotion I was feeling, and that I would forever.

They didn’t really say anything to this, though the did say they were trying to get deeper about friendships in the past 4 years. I think part of why they overvalue romantic attention/relationships is because of how limited their capacity for friendship has been, from 26 years of shallow & easily discarded friendships. I can’t blame them. I hope they don’t think I think less of them. I mentioned that Lewis says some people have never experienced true Friendship, only Affection or Companionship. There’s a much bigger world out here to explore than they’ve realized. I hope they get curious and go deeper. If not with me then with someone else they trust.

They did say they felt I was holding on too tight, and that this started a push-pull dynamic that I definitely felt & got confused by. I asked them what they want from me, from this friendship, and all they could really say is that they didn’t want to feel parented or distrusted or suffocated, which hopefully my being able to clarify my motives (and autistic mindset) has helped take care of. I can of course do better—I didn’t make it easy to assume the best. I hated hearing that they felt dread right after their proposal at the thought having to tell me about it. I had literally predicted the proposal the night before, partly as a joke, but they still thought I’d have a problem & even doubted the sincerity of my response when they told me. But they decided our friendship was worth telling me even if there were negative results. As sad as I feel that they don’t (and may never) understand my love for them, I can’t discount that I have been important enough to them that they would be willing to face painful situations for the sake of our friendship. My friend is not a very introspective person, so maybe there’s more feeling for me there than they can admit. I can’t hang my hat on this, but I do need to remember that I was at least this important to them.

#live blog of my stupid little life

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sighingsiren-tales · 2 years ago

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4 hours later...

Trying to stick to my word.

Should I make Freaky Friday a thing? (Story themed day)

Word Count: 5.6k

“Where in fucks name do you think you’re going?” Jin questions with no real malice.

You turn around slightly, barely looking over your shoulder before you scoff and pour another glass of wine for yourself.

“Nowhere” you mumble sourly.

Seokjin walks around to face you, leaning down, so that his face was but a hair away from you. He scans your expression and your outfit; As his eyes pass over you, you suddenly feel so silly.

“Your makeup and dress say otherwise”.

You shoot him a glare. Pushing off the barstool, slightly annoyed, you go to the fridge to grab something to munch on angrily. You hope the vigorous hewing will curb your anger; You grab a green apple, tossing it in the air once before closing the fridge and looking up at Jin with the most nonchalant expression that you could muster.

“I got stood up” Your words were as dry as the evening.

His eyes narrow.

“Stood up?” He questions.

The words sound foreign on his tongue but you are sure he knows the meaning.

You nod your head once, curtly, before taking another angry bite out of the apple.

“Do you not know what ‘I got stood-up’ means?” You must say, that was quite bitchy.

Seokjin does not flinch.

“Look at my face, look at its perfection, contemplate its beauty” He poses.

You roll your eyes.

“Are we nearing the point?”.

“Ignoring that. Given my” He strikes another pose.

“Assets. Do you really think I know the meaning of such words?”.

You glare at him ready to fire back but, upon further reflection, what could you truly say to that? Jin was gorgeous, even to the blind. You visibly sag, dropping the bitchy exterior.

Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“It’s been two hours and he hasn’t even attempted to contact me” You mumble the words, as if they’re a shame to get out.

Embarrassing doesn’t even begin to cover it.

Seokjin pulls up a stool to sit by you.

“Not that now is the right time, but did you seriously cut ties with me for a guy who didn’t even show up?”.

Ah, Seokjin and his brutal honesty; Even if the timing was terrible, he’s right.

“I cut ties with you because I wanted more than just sex”.

To that, Seokjin was absolutely quiet and truth be told, you expected it. You didn’t think he would answer you nor did you think he would jump to your defense at the first sight of your sadness. It wasn't necessarily uncomfortable silence that followed, more like a welcome break from words.

After a few moments of quiet, Seokjin spoke up.

“Question, what kind of bear is best?” He spoke in his best Jim impersonating Dwight from the office impression.

It was your favorite sitcom and you looked up at him with a hint of a smile on your features. He could see your eyes twinkle, for only a half a second, but that alone was enough to keep up the bit. He kept a straight face, speaking before you could even answer.

“False, black bear”.

You giggle, pushing at his shoulder which caused his facade to crack for just a moment, a hint of a smile peaking through.

“Fact: bears eat beets” He spoke, annunciating obnoxiously.

You both look at each other for a moment, fighting smiles.

“Bears, Beets, Battle star galactica” You both finished together, earning him a hearty laugh from you.

He smiles at the sound. That was one reason why you always loved being around Jin, sex or not; He always knew how to make you laugh regardless of the situation. The two of you sat there for God knows how long, watching random episodes of the office and giggling at every joke that was made. Slowly but surely, the air was changing to a much less sad and pathetic vibe the longer you sat there watching videos with Jin on his phone. The longer you stay there with him, the more that you seem to relax and revert back to a state of happiness. Your stress seems to melt away and whenever he felt you devolved back into unwelcome seriousness, his finger tickled you back into happy submission. In those moments filled with fits of laughter, you remembered with a fierce vengeance why you adored Seokjin as you did; His smile and mannerisms could light up a room like nothing else. A part of you selfishly wanted that smile and happiness to belong solely to you. Now, would you make that known? Probably not but in these few moments of bliss You allow yourself a few seconds to believe your deepest desire is true; You were almost lost to it.

That was until the doorbell rang.

Your head turns towards the door, your stomach bubbling in both anger and anxiety at the thought of it being Hyungmin. Hell, what would you do if it was Hyungmin? Jin looked at you for a split second and the look you shared means you both know who was behind that door. He does not allow you the chance; He rises quickly, going to the door, shirtless nonetheless. He grabbed the doorknob and threw the door open ,giving you no time to mentally prepare yourself as he revealed Hyungmin. The aforementioned stood there looking as cool as a cucumber; By his lack of remorse, he doesn’t even appear to care about the time of night it was .

“Hi!” Seokjin’s tone is overly cheery.

You’re almost concerned about what he would do. Almost.

Before Hyungmin could get a word out, Jin starts speaking again:

“Yeah, so sorry, but she’s busy” His words drip with mock sympathy.

You hide a chuckle at the fake sympathy that Jin was trying to conjure up. The not as handsome guy in front of him furrows his eyebrows in confusion as your stomach did the most complicated gymnastics routine your brain could think of; He was nearly four hours late and still had the gaul to show up at your doorstep? Was this even a real attempt to take you out or was he just trying to get in your pants? Who did he think he was?

“Doing what?” He deadpanned, obviously not buying it.

Jin turns around quickly, giving you a glance over his shoulder with a quick smirk.

“Nosey one isn’t he?” The glint in his eye is dangerous and playful, jabbing his thumb over his shoulder at the audacious intruder.

Even through his playful exterior, you had been around and been with Seokjin long enough that you could sense the hint of jealousy masked in his words.

Jin does not give you the time to respond, not that you planned on adding to the encounter. The wine was making its presence known quite fiercely, your head swims and you can not bring yourself to keep your composure. The name of the game? Try not to laugh. Only half of his name left your lips, a half-assed attempt at speech before Jin turned back around to face the date that had stood you up; Just like that, Jin was in control of the convo. He was the elder here, of us all.

“I said she’s busy” His true annoyance interlocks with his tone.

“Look, I don’t know who the fuck you think you are-”

“Lovely, then allow me to introduce myself ” Jin straightens his spine; He is easily looking down on the man in front of him. The bass returns to his voice.

“Hello there! I’m a decent guy who doesn’t make a woman wait for four hours for a lousy date which, in your case, is code for a half-assed attempt at pussy”.

No one speaks.

Hyung-Min’s face is unreadable. After another moment or two you decide to pipe up.

“You were supposed to be here at 7, Hyung-Min”.

Hyungmin is quiet at first, looking to you and then back to Seokjin. Something in Jim’s expression causes him to bristle, scoffing before chuckling slightly in disbelief. Before he can compose himself enough to speak, Jin is on the attack again.

“If you truly knew how late you were, almost 4 hours in case you forgot, you would not offer any sorry ass arguments. Come to think of it, I see the cowardly lack of an apology”.

His tone was final and left absolutely no room for argument; His insults were calculated and all were true.

“And worse, the audacity of still showing up with the expectation of something”.

The finality in his voice and the way he was standing up for your honor was an absolute turn on; It wasn’t kosher but the fact that Jin was outraged at someone mistreating you was sweet. The fact that he stood up for you in spite of the fact that he liked you. This all confirms what you already had a sneaking suspicion of: Jin has a permanent place in your heart. Some part of you would always adore him, forever. You had only wished he did this all the time and not just at spotty moments of emotion; You love the passion, but you love consistency more. If Jin was going to be there for you, you wanted the consistency, the commitment.

While you’re chewing on that, Hyungmin remains absolutely silent, not responding to the obvious and just staring at Jin. Your knight, who has proven himself to be rather merciless when called for, seems emboldened.

“Also, who picks someone up for a date at” Seokjin pauses to turn around, asking you for the time sweetly; His demeanor changes completely when he looks at you. He’s smiling, genuinely and his eyes hold a certain tenderness.

“Time check beautiful?” That beautiful and all knowing smirk on his face.

You look him over once quickly, or so you thought; The alcohol definitely slows your reaction time. Your lips turn upwards at his soft handling of you or from the beautiful view of a shirtless Seokjin. When you finally come to and open your phone to check the time, Seokjin notes his observations:

"Don’t look at me like that while the bozo is still here, it isn’t polite”.

You bit back a smile at his antics, keeping yourself in check the best you could. But truthfully, you were giddy. He was standing up for you in such a profound way; To see how he stepped up to try to lighten your mood was heartwarming. Seokjin, forever the charmer. Remembering reality, you tell him it was nearly 11pm and he gives you a quick wink.

“Thanks sweetheart” With that he turns away from you, his voice lowering as he speaks to the man in front of him.

“At 11pm? If you just want your dick wet, go elsewhere” Jin’s words didn’t shock you, he’s always been a smartass, but his tone was not one for joking. You could tell that he was dead serious about every word that left his mouth.

Hyung-Min begins to look uncomfortable and at this, Jin makes a smug sound, emanating from deep within his chest as if he had gotten confirmation on who the alpha male was. Truth be told, everyone in the vicinity knew who the alpha male was, including you.

“Before I tell you about yourself, accept the excuse of ‘she’s busy’ and leave” Jin’s voice lowered back down to his normal, melodic octave, though with a rough edge to it, an edge that made you shiver.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, tracing over the muscles of his back and the proportions of his broad shoulders. His smooth unblemished skin, toned arms with a face sculpted by the Goddess. Did you just lick your lips in front of Hyungmin?

What was the name of that wine, again?

Hyung-Min’s spine begins to straighten, as if he’s had enough of his manhood being invalidated by Jin talking down to him.

“If she doesn’t want to see me, say that. Don’t tell me she’s busy when she’s clearly not. I’m not fucking blind” Hyungmin counters, his tone does nothing to hide his irritation.

Jin lets out a harsh laugh, a bark almost.

“Amazing, I almost believed you gave a fuck about her. You’re a theater major aren’t you?” The sentence is accompanied by a breathy laugh.

“Accounting, actually”.

Jin waves his hand in the air.

“Who really gives a shit. Why are you still here? Go on” He clicks his tongue and tilts his chin upwards.

“Off you trot”.

Hyung-Min’s hands balled into fists at his side.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?”.

Jin takes a step forward; They’re chest to chest.

“The guy who’s to show her the difference between a boy and a man. I’d return the question if I cared”.

"Fuck that, Babygirl c'mon. We have better things to do then stay here".

You raise a brow. Who the fuck was Babygirl? Not I, said the cat. (Hint, YOU'RE the cat): Before oyu can respond Jin beats you to the punch

“I said she’s busy” He growls.

You felt your entire being shift when you heard that sound come from Jin. Did he just growl? Jin rarely shows anger so that growl was palpable.

“Accept the excuse before I hurt your feelings”.

“I can see her right the fuck there, I know she’s not busy” Hyung-Min counters, his voice louder than before.

“You can not be this deft” Jin mumbles before he huffs out a laugh.

“Trust me, after this I’m going to get on her ass in more ways than one about her dating standards. Men like you are unacceptable”.

Hyung-Min rolls his eyes and his jaw clenches before he’s looking over at you, past Jin’s shoulder. You barely feel the need to make eye contact with him. All you can think of is the shirtless Adonis who was standing up for you. You don’t even meet his eyes; Your gaze is fixated on Seokjin.

“Your parents ever taught you to look someone in the eye when they’re talking to you?”.

Hyungmin grits his teeth, nearing his limit as his ears flare red. As if he realizes how childish he’s being, he laughs, though you can tell it is out of frustration.

“I’m sure she had nothing better planned than our date this evening” Hyungmin shot back, turning up his nose in annoyance and slight disgust as he let out a humorless laugh.

His arrogance was repulsive; He hadn’t apologized once, didn't even showed remorse and he still expected you to go out with him. What a fucking prick. He originally was going to be a quick fuck and nothing more, but no dick could champion this behavior.

“That’s where you’re wrong” Jin pauses to look back at you and the heat of his gaze is familiar.

And, though the night proves to be full of surprises, nothing in the world could prepare you for the words that came out of Seokjin's mouth next.

“I have a few inches of something that’ll keep her busy for the next few hours. Enjoy your night!”.

You barely saw the look of absolute disbelief on Hyung-Min’s face before Jin slammed the door in it and power walked back over to the kitchen, making a beeline for the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water.

“Whew, all that bullshit made me thirsty”.

“Jin, what in fucks name did you just do?” You asked quite confused and even a bit scared, though the chuckle between your statement did not make it seem so.

Maybe it was because Hyung-Min was popular at college as you didn’t need people labeling you as a slut because of this or worse. But then again, Hyung-Min was a notorious man whore so, it could technically cancel out any rumor that started about you, right? Jin walks over to you slowly, taking a few gulps of the water before capping it and setting it down on the table next to you. Stalking up to you with the determination of a man on a mission, he grabs your face in his hands. He scans your face once, then twice before his gaze drops to your lips. His thumb brushes your cheek, then your lips before he brings his lips closer to yours.

Your noses brush against each other.

“This okay?”.

You didn’t need to think about it; You nod.

With that, He kisses you passionately, letting his lips meet yours over and over again. You smile against his lips; He was always in a hurry to kiss you. As his hands smoothed down the side of your neck, his thumbs brushed over your jaw; You never knew that Jin held that much passion underneath that goofy exterior of his but the proof was there in the swipes of his tongue against your own, the soft feel of his lips. You feel his length digging into your stomach and it takes all you have to swallow your moans. Could you ever resist Jin? Truly?

You let your hands enclose around his wrist as you stand up, letting the kiss overtake you in ways that you hadn’t felt in months. You pull yourself closer to him, able to feel the heat emanating off of him through the thin material of your dress. Your nipples seem to slide against his chest in ways that make your brain fog.

“Did you hear what I told him?” He asks once he’s able to pull himself away, slightly out of breath.

The kiss left you with absolutely words; You were only able to nod weakly with his coaxing.

“Speak” he commands firmly but gently, pulling you closer to him with a large hand tugging on your hips.

“Yes, I did” Your voice is barely a whisper.

His eyes pass over you once, then twice before a hand snuck down, underneath your ass. You gasp but he only pulls you closer by the handful; His lips go straight for yours again. All too soon, his tongue disappears.

“Repeat it back to me, I need to be sure you heard me” His voice is lower than you’ve ever heard it.

You immediately feel your skin and cheeks heat up; You knew what it was that Jin wanted. He wanted you to say it.

It was a few times before that he got like that, wanting to hear every single moment of him driving you crazy. He wanted you to say the dirtiest things, he loved to hear it in your voice.

But what he loved even more to make you watch it happen.

Bottomline, the sex was always amazing when he got riled up and so, you did as he commanded and complained very little.

Of course, nothing is so easy with Seokjin.

“Oh, now you don’t have bass in your voice?” His expression is nothing short of a mix of amused and aroused.

You let your fingers dance up his arms, admiring the veins that trail down the sides of his forearms before letting your hands rest on his broad shoulders. Gripping the back of your neck, he let his gaze flutter down to your lips before locking your gaze again.

“What did I say?” He asks again, this time while he was much closer to your lips.

You felt yourself consciously raising on your tiptoes as you let your arm hook around his neck, your gaze fixated on his lips. He pulls back a bit, just out of reach. It’s a distance you know he’ll willingly close if you say it. Now or never, right?

“Well, if I remember correctly, you told me that you have a few inches of something that could keep me busy” You whisper as you drop your head to his chest, hiding there for a moment as you contemplate your next move.

Your palm hovers over his print before you get the confidence to grab it.

Looking up at him from underneath pretty lashes you say:

“I could only imagine this was what you meant”.

“Hmm” he sounds, using a single finger to trace underneath your chin; Your lips are easily accessible and your gaze was firmly on him.

“You gonna make a liar out of me?” He asks softly, his lips now only a hair away from your own.

You shook your head moving to close the distance between you two, though Jin resisted. With a slight smile on his face he confirms“no?” and you parrot the monosyllable before finally closing the distance between you two; He lets you.

Seokjin knows what to do with you before you even get the chance for the words to pass your lips. The second that you let your fingers skim across his chest, Seokjin lets out a dark growl from deep in his chest, grabbing at your hips and pulling them into his.

You whine when you meet his hardness poking right into your stomach. The only reason you pull away, is to sigh pleasurably as Jin’s kisses move down your neck at the slowest possible pace. He lets out a low sound when you move against him, gripping at the biceps of his arm and silently begging him to continue.

“Grind on it”.

His gruff voice and large hand palming your ass, makes you liable to do whatever he wishes; Not that you were complaining. You roll your hips, and he lets out a low curse, bucking up into you for just a moment before he composes himself.

He pulls away from your neck with a wet sound and, with a dark look in his eyes, pulls you down on the nearby couch, situating you in his lap. His hands went to your waist almost immediately, smoothing their way down your hips and thighs.

“I love when you touch me” your voice is barely above a whisper as you lean back, giving him a perfect view of your figure.

“I want to remind you why no one can fuck you like I can”.

Your fingers dance across his thighs.

“Well, I suppose the outfit won’t be a waste then”.

It took all of a few minutes for Jin’s hands to reach your upper thighs, the hem of your dress. His hands rest on your thighs before moving up your body, pushing the dress upwards and along with it. You can barely protest, letting him raise the dress to right above your navel. Bare, looking absolutely pathetic and desperate while you dripped onto Jin’s sweats.

A finger slides in, slow and gentle; He barely feels the need to take off your panties and just pushes them aside instead. You gush around him greedily and make the most lewd noises around his fingers. You squirm in his lap, his erection pressing into your backside. Another finger comes to circle your clit and your head falls back onto his shoulder; Jin had the most magical fingers. You roll your hips in tandem with his fingers.

“I want to see your pretty face when you cum”.

No time is wasted; His fingers slow to a stop and you turn to face him. The way he was looking at you at this moment? You were beyond elated that Hyungmin wasn’t the one between your legs tonight.

You look down at him with what you were sure was a heavy lidded gaze, filled with lust. Jin gladly returns your fervor, matching its intensity easily.

“Any reason why you’re staring me down?” He whispers as he leaned up to kiss the slope of your neck while his hand caressed your waist, encouraging and working you to roll your hips in his lap.

“Mm” You sound, allowing yourself to relax so you could better feel his lips against your neck.

The second you let out a moan that sounds dangerously close to his name, Jin presses a hand to the slight arch of your back, pulling you closer as he kisses your neck feverishly. He tugs at the waistband of your thong, letting his lips leave your neck so that he could whisper in your ear.

“As sexy as these are, I want them off”.

You make a move to get up but his hand on your ass stops you. Jin looks you straight in the eyes. You can read his mischievous gaze and, in a moment, he tugs hard enough that the material snaps in two.

A smug smirk of victory.

The sting of getting your panties ripped off your body was more than overshadowed by the overpowering lust you felt capsize your boat. You lean forward eagerly and meet Jin’s lips, kissing him with every ounce of passion you have. You let your hand trail down his chest and abs, manicured nails trailing down the flexing muscles before reaching the outline of his dick. You grab him, slowly letting your hand glide across the print. You moan deeply at the feeling; He was hard as a rock for you. He pulls away from your kiss to hiss his pleasure and you take that as your opportunity, sucking and kissing on his neck as you let your hands slip underneath the waistband of his sweatpants. You could hear his breathing become heavy as you let your hand glide up and down his length, spreading the pre cum generously across his tip. He felt so hot and heavy in your hand. Your fingertips and palm are sticky, but you couldn't care less.

“I swear to God, if you don’t stop fucking with me and just ride me”.

His voice was so deliciously low, so melodious, so sexy; You could barely contain your moan.

“I can not believe you were going to fuck that boy” He accentuated the last of his words with a firm grab of your bare ass.

His fingers dance over your clit, alternating the pressure as he relishes in how quickly you wet his palm, how sticky his fingers are.

When your thumb swipes over the head of his dick, Jin hisses once more before shoving his pants down his thighs and letting you hover over him. You pull away from the crook of his neck, admiring the marks that you had made. Seokjin let a single eyebrow raise as he looks you over.

“I need anything?” He asks darkly and you immediately know what he was asking.

You shook your head, telling him no. Unplanned kids are a super big no-no for you. An amused smirk crosses his lips as he leans up, his hands feeling their way up your waist before caressing your back.

“You want me to go in raw?” He husks in your ear.

You could only pull him closer, too aroused to even create sentences. You only grind on him, allowing your slick to drip out onto his length as you grind yourself against him. It feels like forever before you finally sink down on Seokjin, easily sliding down his length and landing comfortably in his lap. He lets out a shuddering moan, muttering something about how wet you were before letting both hands caress the flesh of your ass, lifting you slightly so he could settle himself properly. He swears under his breath before he grabs your ass. He bucks up for a moment and your head drops to his shoulder as you whine out your pleasure. You unconsciously spread your legs, letting him in deeper as you turn his lap into a slip and slide. You move your hips slowly, taking your time rolling them before grinding down on Jin. You felt Jin set his thrusts in time with your hips, pushing in as deep as he could go and letting out low, subtle moans as he enjoys the way he slides against your walls, hugged on all sides. Bracing your hands on his chest, you let yourself raise and fall on him as slowly as you can possibly handle. His lower lip was now caught between his teeth as he worked on matching your intensity; You could see his abs clench with every single movement and the way that he would look at you when he pushed in deep just to see the response that you gave was absolutely lethal. He watches you gush and whine over his cock, letting one hand brush across your navel as you moan his name. That same hand travels downward, its intention clear. He lets his fingers dance up, down and all around your clit, making a mess of you almost immediately. You were letting out loud whines of his name as he continued to move his fingers against your clit. You buck and whine to no use; Seokjin doesn’t care about overstimulation; he’s focused on making you cum harder than he ever has.

“Seokjin” You call for him, hoping that he knows what you need from him without you saying it.

Pressing a hand to the small of your back, he cleverly maneuvers you so that your upper half is pressed against him fully with his arm sandwiched between you too.

“Easy baby, let me work”.

He thrusts into you easily, his thrusts hitting exactly where you needed them to, over and over and over again. You let out low moans of his name in quick succession, as if you could say anything else. His pace was picking up in speed and intensity, his skin slapping against yours as loud as ever. Had you been less lust-stricken, you’d care about the lewd sounds. You widen your legs more, hoping to take all that Seokjin was willing to give you.

“If I ever find out that you go to guys like that for dick when you have me right here, you’re not leaving my room for days” His words were a promise that you knew he would uphold and you knew that without him having to say any more on the topic.

“No more of that shit, alright?” His voice was softer now, diluted by his lust but tender and mixed with another emotion you couldn’t quite place.

“No more” You readily agreed, your voice low and breathy.

In a moment, you’re flipped onto your back against the cushions of the couch. His hips piston in and out of you at a pace you almost can’t comprehend. Your legs hook around his hips and lock at the ankles. He lets his moans flow freely and you can do nothing but hang on and moan his praises in his ear. For a second, he pulls back and stills. His eyes soften for just a moment as he looks you over and the sight softens your heart; Your hand comes up to his cheek, fingertips brush across his God-like features, his jawline before stopping at his lips. He holds your gaze before kissing your fingertips.

“Hi” The monosyllabic word is shy, soft.

Jin smiles leaning down to connect your lips once more before returning the greeting. He hooks his arms underneath your thighs so that he could stand with him still inside of you.

You let out a surprised yelp followed by a short laugh as he walked with you to his room. He was still inside of you, emphasized by the slow purposeful steps he took. Since you couldn’t resist, you let your arms hang loosely around his shoulders as you grind against him. He let out a giggle just as you both made it to his room.

“You always get needy before you come” he teases before setting you down against the soft pillows of his bed and he, reluctantly, slips out. You whine about your discontent but he shushes you.

“I got you baby” He assures.

And, he does. With that, he was hovering over you and sliding in between your thighs with slippery ease once again.

His thrusts were slow and lazy, but so deep and calculated that you knew you weren’t going to last long at all. Pushing your head back against the pillows, your nails pushing into the skin of his upper back, you let Jin do as he pleased; You knew that he knew you well enough that even while doing as he liked, you would still cum. Grabbing your leg, you lifted it to drape over his shoulder, holding onto it as he drove in deeper and deeper.

“Jin, deeper” You moaned darkly.

He chuckled, kissing the skin of your breast quickly before moving over to your ear.

“How much deeper do you want me angel?” He asked, knowing full well that you couldn’t answer with the way he was working you.

You could feel the coil turning in your lower stomach and you needed nothing more than for Seokjin to keep going. You let your other leg raise slightly, spreading them so that you could feel absolutely everything. Jin let out a low sound at that action.

“Keep them just like that” He commanded.

Holding onto the skin of your thighs, he drives himself deeper and harder, the skin of his pelvis brushing your clit every time he dove back in. You were a whining, moaning mess, saying anything that came to mind as Seokjin used you as he pleased. He was getting louder, full moans escaping his throat now. You let out a mantra of his name, calling to him over and over again as you felt your body about to cum. Jin let his head drop to your shoulder, a single arm going under you and curling around your waist as he began to stroke faster and harder. You were barely able to tell him anything before you came, the sensation hitting you like a freight train. Jin didn’t let up though; He continued, letting out a few more much less subtle moans before he pushed in as deep as he could go, riding out his high as well. You felt as if you were walking on clouds at the moment, Jin laying on top of you comfortably as you both just let the world fade away for a bit, heavy breathing mingling with the others.

“Do you wanna, maybe, do this with, like, only each other?” He asked almost shyly.

You looked down at Jin, a shy smile on his face as he awaited your answer.

“Like, boyfriend and girlfriend?” You ask skeptically, unable to contain the smile on your face.

He leans up and kiss your lips quickly before responding.

“As long as I get to be the girlfriend”.

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22. Sodapop Curtis - Clear Skies

*This is the second part of “A Love Too Real.” Enjoy!*

*Anni’s p.o.v*

For as long as I could remember, I’ve never been a light sleeper yet somehow I managed to sleep through a bunch of loud ass group of men. And even still I didn’t fully wake up because I thought I was dreaming when I heard the sound of their laughter. All I did was grip the blanket tightly against my naked form when I felt a cold breeze wash over me. There was a part of me that knew Soda and I had been caught but that same part of me couldn’t be bothered enough to yell at them or even wake up. What finally did wake me up was the sound of Sodapop’s voice telling them to leave; along with the unmistakable voice of Darry scolding his younger brother.

“How was she?” Dally’s voice intruded, “a hot piece ain’t she?”

“Shut up, Dally,” Soda defended.

I could hear that jackass snickering and making jokes about the two of us sleeping together, calling me a hot tail or whatever snarky comment he had left in him. My eyes opened, a small sigh escaping my lips as I stared at the door in front of me. I was facing the opposite way so they hadn’t noticed I was awake yet.

“Wake her up Soda,” Darry ordered, “and once the two of you are dressed, come inside. We need to have a talk.”

I started sitting up, my hair falling against my bare shoulders while I held the blanket against my naked chest. My eyes shifted to them and I noticed that they were all staring at me now. Ponyboy and Johnny were blushing like some middle schoolers who were just learning about the female body. Annoyingly enough, the other boys, besides Darry, were looking me up and down like I was a slice of cake.

“Enough with the staring,” I muttered, rolling my eyes, “haven’t you guys seen a naked girl before?”

“Not one as beautiful as you,” Dally flirted.

“Please,” I huffed, “if you spent less time chasing away the few girls who did look your way maybe you’d have someone to touch that sad, lonely little cock of yours. And if you’re expecting to get the same taste of what Soda had, you’re barking up the wrong tree because I’m not interested in some wannabe gangster who can’t even last longer than a pubescent middle schooler.”

Every single guy watching the encounter burst into fits of laughter and were now teasing Dally, who had stormed off shouting a list of profanities. Darry informed the both of us to get dressed and meet him inside when we were finished before heading with the others. They were still laughing at Dally once inside. When the two of us were left alone, we started putting our clothes on. Soda looked over at me and smiled sheepishly.

“Sorry,” he said, “I completely forgot about wakin’ up before Darry came out.”

“It’s alright,” I replied, slipping my shirt over my naked body, “I slept great regardless.”

Sodapop chuckled before leaning over to me and planting a sweet kiss against my lips. My tired eyes widened at the sudden gesture of affection. When Soda pulled away from me to continue getting ready, I almost craved for him to come back and continue kissing me.

Once the two of us were finished putting our clothing back on, the two of us headed inside ready to receive a chewing out from Darry. Darry was standing in the living room when we came in, the others could be heard in the kitchen where Darry had probably sent them. I plopped down on the sofa, crossing my arms over my chest and then my left leg over my right. Sodapop sat down next to me, keeping a little distance. Darry was having a hard time finding the right words to form before confronting the two of us.

“Look Darry,” Soda started, “I’m sorry we did, you know, in your truck.”

Darry was looking at his kid brother, his arms crossed over his chest. Finally, he sighed and rubbed his temple.

“I know you guys are goin’ to do stuff like this a lot,” he muttered, “and I know that there isn’t anythin’ I can say to stop you or stuff but I do want to talk to y’all about bein’ safe.”

Both of our eyes widened. I threw my arms down next to me and pushed myself forward. The others had taken a break from taunting Dally and turned their attention towards Darry’s talk.

“There’s no way I’m sitting here listening to you give us the talk!” I snapped out.

“Someone needs to give it to you,” Darry said, “I didn't see a condom in the truck.”

“Come on, Darry,” Soda said.

I slammed the palm of my hand into my face. This was not how I expected my morning to go and though I liked what happened last night, I was starting to regret it. And from the look on Soda’s face, he was too. So for the next thirty minutes, Darry gave Soda and us “the talk” with our friends standing there laughing. We had to endear his talk about the proper use of a condom, when to use a condom, how effective a condom was and what other ways we could stay safe, and most importantly we were told never to fuck in his truck again. Once Darry was convinced he’d given us a proper talking to, he said goodbye and headed off to work. Sodapop was sitting there silently while I was sitting there with widened eyes, still shocked that I had just sat there listening. Why didn’t I get up and leave? It’s not like it would have been the first time.

Two-Bit walked in with Steve hot on his tail. Two-Bit dropped down on the chair and started flipping to the channel that normally had Mickey Mouse on.

“Well that was definitely awkward, huh?” Steve snickered.

“That was brutal,” Sodapop said.

��I think Darry traumatized Anni,” Two-Bit laughed.

I rolled my eyes. Ponyboy walked in with the others, he was carrying a bowl of cereal in his hands as he sat down.

“I thought you were still in love with Sandy?” He questioned, taking a bite of his breakfast.

That caused another wave of looks at Soda and then at me. My eyes shifted to Soda as I remembered what he had told me last night. I was waiting for my earlier previous assumption to be right, that the only reason he said that to me was to get in my pants. He didn’t really mean them. I was some used up, battered bitch who people typically forgot about when they got what they wanted.

“I’m not anymore, Pony,” Soda confirmed.

“But what if she comes back?”

“Come on, Ponyboy,” Two-Bit said, “why are you asking about her? She’s gone.”

“I’m just curious, that's all. She could pop up at any-”

“Fuck Sandy,” I sneered.

I pulled myself up from my seat and grabbed my bag which I had brought in with me. Soda looked at me. Taking a deep breath, I walked out of the house and slammed the door behind me. I don’t know why Pony’s question bothered me so much. Or maybe what bothered me the most was thinking that Soda would still be in love with her after he told me that he loved me. All I knew was I didn’t want to hear her name again. I didn’t even want to see her face.

“Anni, wait!”

I turned around and saw Soda running out of the house after me. I crossed my arms and watched him come up to me.

“What?” I grumbled.

“Hey, look, don’t mind Ponyboy,” he replied calmly, “he’s just a kid. He’s completely clueless about things sometimes.”

“Well is he right?” I muttered.

That seemed to shock him a little.

“I mean do I need to worry about this cunt coming back and you forgetting all about me?”

“Of course not, Anni. I told you last night that I was in love with you. I told you I’d even wait for you to be ready to love me back. Sandy and I are through.”

“Stop worrying Anni!”

Soda and I turned our heads. Steve, Two-Bit, Dally, Johnny, and Ponyboy were walking towards us.

“Soda’s been in love with you the moment you came into the DX shop to hide from those Socs,” Two-Bit laughed.

“She’s so beautiful, Steve. I can’t stop looking at her. I have to ask her out.”

“Ponyboy, don’t even think about goin’ off alone with her. She’s mine.”

“I bet our children would be cute.”

All of them were teasing Sodapop for having a massive crush on me. I could see Sodapop’s face turn a faint red from blushing but he tried to hide it by attacking Steve and Two-Bit playfully. The six of them start roughhousing right in front of me. Watching them, I couldn’t help but smile at the sight before me. Despite everything, I loved my time with them. They treated me like family and took care of me. And if Sodapop really was over Sandy and was only head over heels in love with me then maybe I could let my guard down and enjoy being wanted for once. I couldn’t hide from my feelings forever and if I was going to put my trust and love into anything it was these guys.

A small laugh came from my lips causing them to look at me. Their smiles grew bigger as they saw me laughing.

“You guys are absolutely crazy,” I laughed.

Sodapop removed himself from his friends and came over to me, wrapping his muscular arm around my shoulder.

“How about we all go get somethin’ to eat?” He questioned, “I’m starvin’.”

“Wooo!” Two-Bit cheered, “Dairy Queen!”

Something was said by Steve about how Dally was paying and we should order whatever we wanted. This prompted Dally to put Steve in a headlock for the majority of the walk. I looked up at Soda thinking he’d be watching his friend's roughhouse but he wasn’t. He was staring at me, a loving smile placed on his lips.

“What?” I asked skeptically.

But he didn’t answer me, instead he pressed a gentle kiss to my lips, keeping his arm around my shoulders. When he pulled away, he didn’t say anything and neither did I. We just followed the others to Dairy Queen but I couldn’t help but think about how much I was falling in love with him, with my new life, with everything. I never wanted this feeling to end.

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artsninspo · 3 years ago

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Hi babe can I request Jamie with a crybaby reader? Say she’s clingy ( but in a cute way) and always wants to be all over him. He lowkey likes it but doesn’t say or show it

Author's Note: This was a fun one, she's not a super crybaby, just a little over emotional by ‘normal’ standards. Hope you enjoy it.

Pairing: Jamie (Topboy) x Reader

Wordcount: 1387

Warnings: Fluff 💕

Jamie could always count on you to pick him up, no matter what you always greeted him like you were seeing him for the first time. He’d never met anyone so affectionate.

It was odd at first, he’d never known anyone to wear their heart on their sleeve so openly. If he didnt check in at night he’d have missed calls and when he did he’d have to deal with emotional pleas to keep you looped in because of how much you cared. It puzzled him.

When things were good they were great. He’d also never met someone with such a sunny disposition. He noted you only had two settings, happy and sad. In his view both were a little more than the average person. You needed to be close to him regardless of your mood. In your best moods he’d have little to no personal space, sitting beside him or on his lap. Standing at his side while he’s making breakfast and dinner. Holding his hand whilst you both sit in traffic. Giving him quick kisses for no apparent reason, snuggling against him as you sleep.

It was all foreign and made him uncomfortable, he’d voice it often asking you for more space but somewhere along the line they’d become more ceremonious and less sincere. He’d grown to like your constant need for physical touch in his presence, he’d come to expect and accept it. He enjoyed how good it felt to be needed and on the odd occasion found himself being a dick and checking in a little late to hear the sincere worry in your voice.

The tears that followed the news reports of violence in the city made him more compassionate towards you. He’d take his time explaining the level of precaution he’d employ to ensure his safety. He’d wipe the tears away, replacing them with kisses. He’d mock you mercilessly for your emotional outbursts when he’d return home safely.

It’d tickle him how you and Stef seemed to be in silent competition for his attention. He’d often have an arm around either of you while he watched Saturday morning football - when he knows you're not the least bit interested in sports. He’d lost count of how many times he’s had to ask you to tone down the PDA in front of his friends, family and the general public.

He had no idea how much those arguments hurt you, you tried hard to hide those tears from him. Your love means you are proud to be with him, affection is only a by-product not a big proclamation.

You wake up with puffy eyes after a night of tears. Jamie had called to check in last night proclaiming Kit dropped him home because he was drunk. He’d called without apologising for his villany. He had refused to kiss you goodbye as he dropped you to work yesterday morning. He’d acted like people could see through his tints and kissing you goodbye was somehow wholly inappropriate and not going to happen. You thought he was joking but his eyes held yours through the honking horns. You smiled through the hurt and anger getting your bag. He’d said I love you and you repeated it back heading in.

You return from your lunch run to Jamie looking like he’s nursing a hangover.

“Hey babe” you smile, setting your sandwich down on the counter and washing your hands.

“Hey” Jamie frowns curiously looking at your back.

“I got a breakfast bagel with avocado, want some?” you ask.

“No, it's alright” he mutters, looking you over as you turn to face him.

Jamie watches you closely, unsure of what's happening. He watches as you plate your food and sit in front of him at the dining room table. He waits for you to lean in for a kiss or reach across the table to tickle his chin endearingly but nothing happens.

“How was your night out?” you ask instead.

“Went a little overboard with the drinks” he admits trying to provoke a response but you swallow that instinct trying to be less smothering.

“You take care of everyone, it's okay that you let loose and have fun sometimes” you reason. It's not what he expects. So much so that he gets up to pour himself a glass of water to try and centre his thoughts.

“Want to watch something?” he asks knowing how much you like all versions of netflix and chill.

“Sure, put on our show - i’m coming” you smile finished with the sandwich. He watches you wash your plate as he waits for the TV to start up. He hears you pouring yourself some water as he goes to the continue watching list and puts it onto your show. When you're alone his lap is your preferred seat but you come into the living room and sit beside him with a hands' space between you - it might as well be a mile.

“No, what’s going on. Who are you, have you been abducted by aliens - is something wrong?” Jamie snaps at wits end.

“What?” you question completely lost.

“Why are you sitting over there?” Jamie snaps motioning at the space between you like it's a mile away. It's puzzling your brows furrow as you try to make sense of his frustration. “I come in you don't greet me”

“I did Jamie, I said hello!” you defend.

“You smiled and went straight to eating. You never do that. You walk in, and I’m here you're in my arms, kissing me, hugging me, telling me you’ve missed me even if it's been a few hours.” He snaps, timed out of his patience.

It takes a moment for realisation to settle in. “I’m not upset, nothing’s wrong” you lie still a bit hurt by his harsh rejection but willing to give him his space.

“So what, you're just going to sit there the whole time?” he asks and the frustration in his tone causes your heart to skip a beat. His frustration isn't him being critical. You realise he’s upset because he wants you to be all over him. Huh?

“Jamie, do you want me to be all over you?” you ask just to be sure of this twilight moment. Hell must be freezing over.

“You’ve never asked for permission before, nothing has stopped you” he states.

“I don't understand, you're always telling me to tone it down”

“Now, you decide to listen?!” he snaps and you pull in your bottom lip to hide your amusement. “So this is amusing to you, you're having a go are you?” he continues. “You’re overly affectionate and I complain about it. I may go on about it but you continue because it’s who you are and that's us” he explains

“But yesterday you wouldn't kiss me and you told me to tone it down.” you reason and his brows bunch like he forgot. “You were upset so I told myself I’d work on it” you reason and his eyes close. Jamie reopens them looking in your eyes only to find sincerity. Letting out a deep sigh he takes your hand initiating the contact he looks forward to.

“I had a lot going on yesterday, needed to keep a certain energy kissing you would take me out of that”

“No Jamie, you were harsh”

“Whatever I said, I didn’t mean it and I’m sorry” he says kissing your hand as he holds it in his lap. You scoot over to him so your arm isn't being held out and lean on his shoulder.

“So when were you going to tell me you like the affection?” you ask looking up at him. Jamie snickers craning his head back and you sit on his lap. He holds you in place instinctively kissing your neck and then you turn to kiss him like you wanted to yesterday.

“I didn't say I liked it. '' he mutters and you go to get up only for him to hold you in place. He laughs, smothering you in kisses.

“Alright, fucking hell! You’ve turned me into you, I like it” he caves and your cheeks burn as your smile grows. You can feel the water welling in your eyes and he laughs smothering you some more.

“Crybaby” he teases, wiping away your tears as he cradles you in his arms.

Thanks for Reading 💕

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kyuuppi · 4 years ago

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“You lie to your best friend/crush that you have an OnlyFans just to see their reaction”

Ft. Sugawara; Nishinoya; Tsukishima; Oikawa; Kenma

Pt. 2

A/N: My bias is so obvious here LOL

KARASUNO

↳ Sugawara

➣ You are over at his house, the two of you idly watching a sitcom while browsing your phones and chatting in between; it’s comfortable, as times with Sugawara usually are.

➣ Every time Suga leans in to show you a funny meme on his phone or throws his head back in laughter at a joke from the show, you find your heart skipping a beat.

➣ He is beautiful, basically an angel in your eyes, but he is also your best friend and you don’t think he has any interest in you like that. Not in the way you do.

➣ That’s how you get the idea to test his feelings.

➣ Being the troublemaker you are (how else would you and Suga get along so well?) you decide to shake things up by casually mentioning you’re interested in starting an OnlyFans and asking if he thinks its a good idea.

➣ You expect either of two reactions: either he’ll be as supportive as usual, possibly advising you to be cautious with strangers online like the mother hen he is, proving he only sees you as a friend—or he’ll tell you not to, possible evidence that likes you.

➣ The response you receive is not quite what you were expecting...

➣ Once the words leave your lips his head immediately whips around in your direction, light brown eyes looking at you with a serious expression on his face, something you’d never really seen before. It makes you uncomfortable and you begin to regret all of your life decisions.

➣ Suddenly though, he is leaning into you, his arms coming up to trap you against the couch as you try to back away. Your eyes are as wide as saucers and face completely flushed as he continues to stare you down before speaking.

➣ “Even though I’m your best friend, I’m still a man, you know. You’re being awfully cruel right now.”

➣ You audibly gulp, suddenly feeling light-headed but he keeps speaking, close enough that you can feel his hot breath fan across your cheeks.

➣ “Asking me to watch the person I like show off in front of thousands of other men? Even I have my limits.”

➣ And that marks the day of you and Sugawara’s first kiss. ♡

↳ Nishinoya

➣ Your best friend, Nishinoya Yuu, is notoriously unabashed with his affections.

➣ The two of you have an interesting relationship—Noya has no qualms with expressing how pretty he thinks you are, borderline flirting with you at times, and you frequently return the favor.

➣ But you don’t take any of it seriously, of course, regardless of how much you secretly wish it were real. Everyone at Karasuno knows about Noya’s undying dedication to the volleyball club manager, Shimizu Kiyoko, and he confesses his love to her at least twice a day.

➣ Unbeknownst to you those professions became less and less frequent after he met you and now most of Karasuno thinks the two of you are basically dating

➣ The two of you are at the mall, a frequent hang out place where Noya can look at volleyball gear and you can browse manga at the bookstore, when you get the idea to prank your friend.

➣ “Hey, Noya? I’ve been thinking about finding a way to make more money but I don’t have time for a part-time job so I decided to make an OnlyFans—I already have a few subscribers.”

➣ Nishinoya nearly trips and falls flat on his face. You would have laughed if it weren’t for how he immediately grabs at your shoulders, staring at you with a mix of anger and fear.

➣ “Absolutely not! No one should be allowed to see your beautiful body like that but me!”

➣ You immediately fluster at his loud declaration, acutely aware of how other customers in the mall are giving the two of your strange looks as they walk by.

➣ “B-but Noya, we aren’t even dating—”

➣ “Then let’s start dating!”

➣ And what are you gonna do? Say no?

↳ Tsukishima

➣ Being friends with Tsukishima could be frustrating at times—a sentiment you and Yamaguchi frequently discuss when the blond isn’t around.

➣ Tsukishima likes to think most things are beneath him and he’s too cool to find enjoyment in activities most other friends enjoy, ranging from mini golf to video games. The man seems content to waste his life away studying and listening to music if it weren’t for you and Yamaguchi forcing him out of his room.

➣ Naturally, something like a prank war would be something Tsukishima would want no part of—not that that has ever stopped you.

➣ Usually, your pranks are failures. Either Tsukishima easily figures out what you’re doing before it can happen or he doesn’t give you the satisfaction of a reaction, chastising you for wasting your time pulling pranks when you have a failing grade in mathematics you’ll later beg him to help you study for.

➣ He still helps you though, he’s whipped

➣ Your newest prank however, you feel exceptionally confident in. Not only is it simple to pull off, only relying on your acting kills, but it also might answer your curiosity on whether you have a chance in getting your dearest Tsukki to see you as more than just a friend.

➣ The day you decide to do it the three of you are hanging out in Tsukishima’s bedroom as usual, you working on the math homework Tsukishima forced you to study while he reads a book and Yamaguchi sits in the corner reading a book.

➣ You had already discussed your plans with Yama beforehand, to which his expression looked suspiciously devious, like he knew something you didn’t know, as he proclaimed his support.

➣ You hear Tsukishima turning a page and decide to speak up.

➣ “Hey, Tsukki, have you heard of OnlyFans?”

➣ You hold back a snicker as you see Tsukishima visibly tense, his eyes widening behind his glasses for a moment before he relaxes. From the corner of your eyes you can see Yamaguchi smirking behind his comic, watching the blond closely.

➣ “...yeah, I’ve heard of it,” Tsukishima simply replies.

➣ “I’ve been thinking about making more money but I don’t have time for a part-time job so my friend suggested it. She said I could make over ten thousand yen a month.”

➣ “I think only the really attractive ones make that much.”

➣ You gasp, thoroughly offended, and Yamaguchi looks mildly annoyed by his friend’s response, already opening his mouth to chastise him for being so mean—but before he can say anything, Tsukishima is speaking again, still looking down at the book in his lap.

➣ “Don’t do it though.”

➣ “Why not?” You pout, refusing to look up at him when you speak.

➣ “...I don’t want the person I like to do those types of things.”

➣ You nearly choke on your own saliva, head darting up to stare at him in disbelief. Yamaguchi, for some reason, only smiles softly, looking unsurprised by the admission.

➣ “W-what? You...like me?”

➣ “Oi, shouldn’t you be studying? One more F and you’re gonna flunk out of the class, dummy.”

➣ You’re slightly disappointed by the change of subject but when you notice the soft pink on Tsukishima’s cheeks you can’t help but to smile the whole time you finish your homework.

AOBA JOUSAI

↳ Oikawa

➣ Oikawa is a busy guy.

➣ You were well aware of that before the two of you happened to be paired up for an assignment and got to know each other, eventually becoming close friends.

➣ Between volleyball practices, tournaments, magazine interviews, and appeasing a passionate fan club, Oikawa rarely has time for himself, let alone another person.

➣ Despite all of that, you could tell he always made sure to spend time with you, dedicating a few weekends a month to hanging out, just the two of you, and constantly texting you in the times the two of you couldn’t physically be together.

➣ From an outsider’s perspective, it was almost like the two of you were dating.

➣ But alas, you know the sad reality is that Oikawa is most certainly not your boyfriend and you have no idea if he has any interest in your like that…

➣ ...Which is why you decide to try to make him jealous one day to push him towards confessing his feelings, if they exist.

➣ The two of you are at a café, sipping lattes and gossiping about other students when you bring it up.

➣ “Y’know...I’ve been thinking of making an OnlyFans.”

➣ To your surprise, Oikawa’s eyes seem to light up, his lips curving into a smile of excitement.

➣ “Wow, really? Maybe I should make one too!”

➣ Oikawa immediately pulls out his cell phone and the color drains from your face as you realize your plan has completely backfired.

➣ “My fans are going to love this—hey do you think we can do a collab? The two of us in one pic would make us top creators for sure.”

➣ You can only nod numbly with a fake smile at Oikawa’s enthusiasm.

➣ Oh god, you’ve created a monster…

NEKOMA

↳ Kozume

➣ Unless you’re Kuroo, becoming friends with Kenma is a nearly impossible feat. Actually making him want to spend time with you alone, even more so.

➣ But somehow, you managed to work your way into Kenma’s tightly knit social circle more like a two point line segment of him and Kuroo and your evenings after his volleyball practice are usually spent in one of your bedrooms, playing Splatoon and Animal Crossing until your Switches die or your parents force you to come home for dinner—whichever comes first.

➣ You love spending time with Kenma, his quiet presence somehow making you feel comfortable—but over time those feelings of ease have shifted into something more akin to nervousness and excitement as you’ve come to develop a crush on the setter.

➣ Every moment with him, watching the small smiles tug at his lips when he wins a match or his cute, frustrated pout when he can’t figure out how to defeat a boss makes your heart flutter and it’s becoming more and more painful to idly sit by without expressing your feelings.

➣ A direct confession, especially to a boy with nearly 0 social skills, is scary, so you want to be sure your feelings are returned before you even attempt to share them.

➣ Thus, you’ve decided to take Kuroo’s advice.

➣ “Push him into a corner. Kenma will only act when he thinks he has to.”

➣ You take a deep breath to steel your nerves before you speak, eying him sneakily from behind your Switch.

➣ “Gamer girls and boys are kind of trendy these days; I’m thinking about starting an OnlyFans to make money to buy more games.”

➣ The only visible response you receive is a slow blink as Kenma continues to play his game, fingers tapping furiously on the keys.

➣ “Ah...I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

➣ “Why not?”

➣ There are a few moments of silence between you two, the room only filled with the SFX of your games as Kenma seems to finish his round. You recognize the victory music as Kenma pauses to finally raise his gaze to meet your own.

�� “It's your body so I can’t tell you what to do but...I would feel really jealous of all your subscribers.”

➣ And just like that, Kenma returns his attention to the video game, unpausing and starting a new match, blissfully unaware of you struggling to calm your racing heart and flushed cheeks.

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dreamcatcherrs · 4 years ago

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can u do streamers with a plus size reader? ty i love ur fics ♡

+ reminder! every body type is beautiful in its own way, and I’m sure that all of the mcyts would want to date a person of any size! hope you enjoy<3

++ I also added a couple of insecurities that are common for a lot of people cause I felt like it ^-^

dating a plus size reader; mcyt x reader

dream:

dream is an absolute softie for you

he will literally carry you anywhere you go

even if you insist for him not to

he just lifts you up into his arms and runs off with you

as I’ve mentioned before, he loves squishy places of the body

especially the booty ;)

so expect a lot of grabbing whenever he’s near you (with your consent, of course)

always tells you how amazing you look

even if you’re only wearing sweatpants and a basic tee and feel like absolute shit

and he would definitely have you pose for pictures of his merch

georgenotfound:

he loves resting his head on you

uses your chest as his personal pillow

he thinks it’s absolutely crazy how you’re able to make every outfit look good

like, you could wear a plastic bag and still look like a model to him

you two go out to eat fast food at the most random times

some days midnight, some days at 5am

admires your confidence

sapnap:

THIGHS THIGHS THIGHS

he loves your thighs sooo much and always has his hands (or eyes) on them

he almost holds your thigh more than your hand

and he just thinks you’re so gorgeous and can’t believe he can call you his

but when he finds out you don’t think so, his mind is blown

like... what?

are you blind????

he tells you how “you’re so fucking hot” every day until you start thinking so yourself

badboyhalo:

loves baking cakes with you

and makes sure you’re always well fed

he absolutely adores your stretch marks!

he loves just tracing his fingers over the lines

following them around with his fingertips

and gets very focused about it to a point where he stops listening to you talk

he makes sure you never feel down about something as natural as stretch marks

and makes sure to kiss every place you're insecure about

technoblade:

techno literally doesn't care what you look like

he only cares if you're happy, cause he really hates seeing you sad

especially when he can't do anything about it

so when he catches you one day looking at yourself in the mirror with a look of disgust

his heart crumbles in his chest

sits you down to talk about it

and gets more touchy afterwards along with spurring out compliments more often

wilbur soot:

wilby is also a big sucker for thighs

he’s not super grabby, but he gets his point across;

that he absolutely loves every part of your body

to be honest, like techno, I see wilbur as someone who literally does not care what you look like

if he likes you, he’ll love the way you look either way

he is very appreciative of soft, fleshy parts of your body

that he can just cling onto when he wants

jschlatt:

fuck, does schlatt love to have you on his lap

like he might not come across as someone who’s cuddly

but I’m telling you

he is super cuddly

he just wants someone to hold and to be held by

he needs that physical touch and he just can't seem to keep his hands off of you

he’ll tell you “you look so stupid right now”, laugh, and then give you a big ol’ bear hug

jokes aside, he makes sure you know just how dizzyingly beautiful you look 24/7

corpse husband:

fishnets, legs, fishnets, legs

even if you don't like wearing fishnets, he’s just all; legs, grab, thighs, squish

no but seriously he loves your legs so much

they just catch his attention and immediately make him go soft

without you doing anything you’ll just hear him giggle at you

and then realise he’d been looking at you for a hot minute, just taking in how absolutely stunning you look

and he doesn't fail to let you know that :)

karl jacobs:

like wilbur, I think he just genuinely doesn't care and loves you regardless of what you look like

we all know that karl’s way of showing affection is through touch

so he loves cuddling up to you

using your chest as a pillow and engulfing you in his arms

and he’ll be whining within a second if you even a much as try to move away from him

something he doesn't realise he does, but you do, is that he will just randomly hold on tight to a certain part of your body

even if you're just talking

his hands will be on you without him even noticing

and it’s really cute

skeppy:

I’ve mentioned this before, but I think that skeppy really likes the way skirts look on you

or tight-fitting jeans

anything that compliments your body, really

though he does like the way you look without any clothes on

anyways, he fucking loves your body so much

and any person who thinks differently is not his friend

he’s always hugging you

or brushing his knuckles over your arms lovingly

small touches are his forté

fundy:

he can never seem to keep his eyes off of you

no matter how hard he tries, you’re just too gorgeous

isn’t the touchiest of the boys, but when he’s in the need for some physical touch, he’s very obvious about it

will start off by holding your hand

and then maybe move onto hugging you from behind

comes off pretty clingy once he needs that love and affection

he just loves touching you; maybe cause your skin is soft? he’ll never tell you (it’s his little secret)

quackity:

MMMME GUSTAAA

he looooooves loves loves how, and I quote, “thicc you are”

and he gets so clingy, too

makes grabby hands at you if he needs to to catch your attention

and definitely, without a doubt, uses your chest as his personal pillow

he’s also a squisher

your thigh’s kinda become his little stress toy

alex will fully commit to being a complete simp for you - he does not care at this point

can get blushy sometimes when he catches himself looking at you for too long

punz:

if you thought that sapnap would be wild when it comes to thighs, let me introduce you to this man

luke is a massive sucker for some thick thighs

and don't even get me started on the flesh on your hips

he lowkey has an addiction to constantly keeping his hands on there, but it’s not like you mind

it’s like his hands are glued onto you sometimes

holding on tightly or gently, doesn't matter

and sometimes he’ll even get lost in the way his fingers dig into your skin

can't fathom the fact that you're all his

awesamdude:

sam is literally the cutest🥺

gives you compliments all the time

and literally always has a hand on you to gently caress your skin

and he is always gentle with his touches

and I mean always

drawing circles onto your back or arm using his thumb

placing small kisses on your temple

he always posts pictures of you on his instagram and twitter

has like one or two pictures of himself, and the rest are of you :]

slimecicle:

literally smothers you with love and affection

he loves the little dents in your thighs from cellulite

finds it sooo attractive

loves to trace his fingers over the dents

notices immediately if there are changes in your eating habits

and will confront you the second he notices cause he can't bare the thought of you eating less than usual

makes sure it never happens again

eret:

they have a special seat for you right on his lap

if you were comfortable with it she’d love for you to sit with them in his streams

SHOWERS you with compliments

constantly

and leaves trails of kisses everywhere

even if you whine about it being too much or distracting you

he ignores it and continues

can't believe she’s ended up with such a god/dess as you

jack manifold:

jack was completely shocked when he found out you were insecure about your body

what was there to be insecure about?

to his eyes you were completely perfect, and he just couldn’t understand how… you couldn’t see that?

makes sure you now how absolutely stunning you are

can't help but to show you off to everyone (he is a leo after all)

and also let’s his hands roam all over you - with your consent, of course!

adores you so much

tommy:

tommy had seriously never thought of it before you’d said that you didn’t want a piece of cake after he asked

and he goes; why?????

and you’re like; I shouldn't eat it

and he’s even more ???

doesn't know what why or when you decided you “shouldn't” do something as normal as eating

it’s so very obvious how soft he is for you when it’s just the two of you

and even succumbs to his soft side in front of others if he gets too caught up in your beauty

tubbo:

tubbo just… doesn't care

like, at all

but of course he notices the absolute beauty of you, and will simp for you

doesn't shower you with compliments, but gives subtle signs

a common one is squeezing your hand

or calling you cute or adorable

brushing a strand of hair out of your face

simplicity is his thing

ranboo:

lots of hugsss

unintentionally squeezes too hard so you have to tap his shoulder

and he just giggles

he likes resting his head on practically any part of your body

cause you're so comfy

wants to constantly fondle you in his arms

he’s become so used to clinging to you, it’s just by instinct at this point

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nothere-notthere-nowhere · 4 years ago

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Your Wanda

Word count: 1161

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Warning: none? let me know if I should add any

Summary: This is your Wanda, the soft girl with an accent she doesn’t need to hide. Your Wanda, that no one else gets to see. But is she really yours?

A/N: I don’t know about this one. I got an idea and wrote this in less than an hour instead of the piles of biology homework I was supposed to do. It also changed paths about halfway through so, uh, I don’t know if I like this one. Let me know what you think!

You stared at the woman you loved with a small smile. The two of you were sitting on the couch, sharing a blanket, just a little closer than you should be. She was tired. It was times like these, middle of the night over-exhaustion, when Wanda’s guard came down and her accent appeared. It was one of your favorite things about her.

She talked freely, too. Memories of Pietro or her parents slipped into conversation sans sadness or tears. This was your favorite version of Wanda. She seemed…. content. The woman had a rough life and it was clear in the way she presented herself to most people. On the outside, while she wasn’t exactly cold, she was restrained.

It was difficult to explain, you thought. Wanda was amazing. But, very few people got to see this side of her. To the rest of the world, she was barely even an avenger. They viewed her as a foreigner regardless of how many lives she saved or world-ending-events she’d helped stop. So, the woman had naturally become much more reserved.

But in times like this, late at night, just the two of you…. She was your Wanda. She was tired, yawning, and giggly. She was so fucking soft.

It was your favorite.

Except, she wasn’t yours. Regardless of the immense differences in the relationship she shared with you versus the rest of the team, she wasn’t yours. No matter how many times the two of you had been in situations that were clearly pushing the boundaries of what could be considered platonic.

“What are you thinking about?” She asked in her breathtaking accent. It wasn’t quite as thick as when she’d first left Sokovia, but it was there nonetheless.

“You,” you answered simply, gazing up at her with adoration. You were nearing dangerous territory. Just because Wanda let you see this side of her didn’t mean the two of you were exactly ready to address the massive elephant in the room.

“What about me?” She asked, reaching a hand over to yours.

How much I love you, you wanted to blurt out. But, this moment with her, with soft Wanda, was worth more than a love confession.

“Read to me?” You asked gently, nudging just a little closer to the redhead.

“Y/N…” you heard the sigh.

“Please?” you pouted up at her. “Or tell me a story? You know, like the one about the princess and the goats and-”

“Okay, yes, Sokovian fairy tales, I got it.” Wanda never understood why you’d taken such a liking to the stories she’d been told as a kid. To be honest, it wasn’t so much the stories as the way her eyes would get that far off look, corners of her mouth upturned just a little. You knew she enjoyed telling them, and the sweet memories attached, even if she wouldn’t admit it.

Plus, accent! Learning more about Sokovian culture was cool too, and you knew Wanda appreciated the way you stared at her in amazement.

“There was a young shepherd,” Wanda started, beginning to explain some story of a boy who overcame the low expectations set for him at birth through mystical fantasy. It was a standard children’s tale.

As she spoke, you took a chance, closing the short distance between your bodies to lay your head on her shoulder. Her words slowed just a little before her arm wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you flush against her.

“And so, he saved the village and everyone in it with his magic. He saved them despite their judgements, despite how cruel they had been.”

“They shouldn’t have been cruel in the first place.” You tell her.

“No. They shouldn’t have.” Her voice is quiet but her words are heavy.

“The boy is stronger than every single one of them.” You hear her take a breath. “He shouldn't have to hide.”

“Maybe he wants to.” Her words have an edge to them.

“Do you?”

She doesn’t respond for several moments.

“I don’t hide from you.”

You pick your head up from her shoulder, looking into her eyes. “No, you don’t.”

The eye contact is intense. Part of you wants to turn away. There’s something there, in the way she’s looking at you. You’re close enough to her that you could lean in easily. But you don’t.

“I don’t…” Wanda trails off. “It’s terrifying, you know.”

“What is?” You ask her, willing your eyes not to glance down at her lips, again.

“You.”

“Really?” You scrunch your face up, “You do remember that you’re the superhero, right?”

She breathes a laugh at your words before biting her lip.

“You didn’t ask why.”

“What?” You ask with a frown.

“You’ve didn’t ask why.” She repeats, her eyes searching yours. “You’ve never asked why I don’t hide from you.”

“Well, I just thought I was special.” You deadpan. She laughs again, bigger this time. It’s music to you. You could listen to her laugh forever.

“How do you do that?” She asks you.

“Do what? I mean I know I am the funniest person you’ve ever met, but-”

“No, idiot,” She rolls her eyes, pushing your shoulder lightly. “It’s impossible to hide from you. How do you do that?”

You want to joke again, but her eyes tell you she’s serious. You break the eye contact, for a brief glance down at your lap.

“I care, Wanda.” You look back into her eyes. “That’s… That’s how I do it.”

“How much do you care?” She asks. That’s a fucking question, isn’t it?

“I think you know.” Your hand finds hers. “I think you care just the same.”

“And if I do?” Her words are quiet, barely heard. But she’s daring you.

It’s a subtle movement. A slight lean forward. There’s less than two inches between your faces. But you don’t finish closing that distance. You pause.

“If you do…?”

Your eyes fluttered closed as her lips hit yours. It’s soft, almost hesitant. But as your hands move to cup her jaw, you feel her relax into your hold. There’s passion and desire, but no rush in the way your lips connect over and over again. Her hands are on your waist, pulling you to her.

You pull away for air, resting your forehead against hers. But she pulls back, eyes screwed shut to hide the red, hands leaving your side and clenching into fists enveloped in red magic.

“Hey,” You mutter, cupping her jaw again to press a kiss to her forehead before your hands find her fists. Thumbs trace over her knuckles softly until she looks at you.

“I do.” She tells you, the red in her eyes dissipating with the small upturn of your lips. “I do care just the same.”

“Good, because this would be real weird if you didn’t.” And the way she shakes her head and rolls her eyes with a smile… Your heart swells.

She really is your Wanda, isn’t she?

#wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #marvel #scarlet witch

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somebody-909 · 3 years ago

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Stalkyoo - Black and White Formal Romantic Subtext Analysis

The beginning of I Love Yoo up until the Black and White Formal shows the development of Shin-Ae and Yeong-gi's relationship from strangers to reluctant acquaintances and eventually to friends.

Their relationship's development up until the present comic, in my opinion, reaches a peak during the formal arc, where we see both the completed development of their friendship (neither are reluctant) but we also see the fast emergence of new possible romantic feelings. The arc is pivotal in defining and developing their relationship and we continue to see its effects afterwards. So, in order to better understand the two characters' relationship, let's take a look at the key moments in the arc that explore their friendship and romantic tension.

Ep. 49 | Makeup - A Friendly Face and Romantic Tension

Shin-Ae is forced to attend the black and white formal to take care of her father. She is in an incredibly difficult position, with college exams the next day, her father ill, and now having to deal with this incredibly unfamiliar situation and this horrible dress.

When she sees Yeong-gi however, it’s great to see a comforting and familiar presence. We get a chance to see their friendship in this uncomfortable setting when Yeong-gi shows concern for Shin-Ae.

That is not all, however. The makeup panel (which was removed by Quimchee later on, but is included in the mid-season recap), introduces us to the first instance of genuine romantic tension between the two in the arc (and the whole comic up until here, really).

The two are very close together and look at each other softly. Shin-Ae seems to be blushing, as well. This moment is intimate and romantically tense.

This first scene does a great job at introducing the two major dynamics in their relationship that are explored in this arc: their established friendship and new romantic tension. These dynamics lead up to what occurs on the hospital balcony.

Ep. 49-51 | Hands - Distance and Desires

When Yeong-gi gets up to get Shin-Ae food, she reaches for him and grabs onto his sleeve. This panel introduces Shin-Ae's desire to stick with Yeong-gi throughout the night. We understand how comforting she finds it to be near him.

She extends her hand — showing how she is now also "reaching" for him and his companionship.

In Ep. 50, when Yeong-gi is scolded by his father and leaves to wait outside for Alyssa, Shin-Ae notices he seems down from across the floor. And for the first time, she tries to reach him. Up until now, she has been wary of Yeong-gi and his intentions, but now we see that their relationship has truly progressed to real friends. Shin-ae genuinely cares for Yeong-gi. But before she can reach him, she is interrupted by Sang-chul.

In the next episode, we see Yeong-gi respond to her call, reflecting what Shin-Ae did in Ep. 49, and extending his hand back towards her. Both characters' reciprocal desire to connect with each other is shown through their hands.

This scene, where they reach for each other but don't connect, introduces the arc's recurrent motif/theme of DISTANCE. Shin-ae and Yeong-gi want to connect, as they care for each other and find comfort in one another, but because of the circumstances at the party they are torn apart repeatedly.

And despite (literally and figuratively) reaching for each other, neither their hands nor their good intentions (like Shin-ae’s desire to be there for Yeong-gi) actually do reach each other. This repeats a few times in the arc, causing significant tension; due to the obstacles of the events around them, they can’t reach each other despite how much they may want to. As such, readers also feel relief whenever the two characters do manage to get together.

Ep. 55 | The Dance - A Kousuke and Yeong-gi Parallel

Kousuke, while having good intentions, struggles to understand what Shin-Ae wants, and instead goes for what makes sense to him. Yeong-gi, on the other hand, consistently shows an understanding of what would truly help Shin-Ae.

It is certainly true that Kousuke’s method was pragmatic. If the problem is that Shin-Ae feels humiliated and that he is embarrassed by her, what better way to show that he isn’t than by dancing with her in front of everyone? It’s a well-meant gesture that would show that he cares more for her than what others think and regardless of what they think. However, although his intentions were sweet, the outcomes were less so.

Shin-Ae DOES NOT want to dance. A scene that may have been beautiful, is tainted by Shin-Ae's true feelings of discomfort.

The truth is, Shin-Ae doesn’t want to go back in front of them. She doesn’t want to prove something to them. She doesn’t want to dance. But she feels like she has to. She can’t say no. The dance is actually… sad to see. She doesn’t want to be there.

But as she dances and feels terrible, Yeong-gi shows up. She is immediately excited and put at ease but is also worried about him since she hasn't seen him since he left to go outside.

But then Yeong-gi acts a goof. He understands that Shin-Ae doesn’t want to be there, but she has to. Because he understands the feeling of putting on a performance, despite being miserable… he immediately recognizes Shin-Ae's going through that too. So being the lovely friend he is, Yeong-gi goofs around. What better way to make Shin-Ae feel less tense in this too formal environment by reminding her of a friendly presence and doing something hilariously inappropriate? And of course, he knows how to help alleviate some of her discomfort, because they’re friends, after all, right? Yeong-gi shows a deep level of empathy for Shin-Ae.

The scene also develops a contrast between Kousuke and Yeong-gi — and the differences in how they affect Shin-Ae — that is paralleled many times later in the series.

Yeong-gi is the one who gets Shin-Ae to smile. He's the one who turns this scene from something uncomfortable to wholesome. And yet, he's not the one dancing with her. He stays to the side, in the shadows of the crowd, with distance between him and Shin-Ae, and with his head down. It fits his overarching character arc — staying hidden and away, and unable to chase for what he wants because of a quiet sense of shame and low self-worth.

The significance of him not interrupting and staying off to the side is purposefully emphasized in Ep. 57, when Kousuke says:

"I'm surprised you didn't interrupt my dance with Ms. Yoo."

Yeong-gi doesn't respond and simply looks away and slightly frowns. This emphasizes that there is a reason Yeong-gi stays away, and it's likely because his low self-esteem issues cause him to think, "Who am I to interfere?"

Overall, this dance panel achieves a similar effect to the earlier scene when their hands reach for each other, adding to the tension caused by distance — it feels like Shin-Ae and Yeong-gi should be together, but because of the circumstances, they can’t. They are reaching for each other, emotionally, but just can’t close the gap.

Ep. 55 | “We’re (just) friends... right?” - More Romantic Build-up

Although Yeong-gi knew exactly how to cheer up Shin-Ae, what he didn’t expect was her laugh… or rather the way he feels when she does.

Look at Yeong-gi’s expression — his eyes are widened. He has a look of awe and he seems shocked. He felt something unexpected. Maybe his heart skipped a beat... Could it be possible…?

He also has a resigned smile after, choosing to look at their dance from afar.

After the dance, Yeong-gi asks Shin-Ae to confirm their friendship.

But the panel and his tense smile seems… eerie. Faked. Like Yeong-gi might not be asking this question for obvious reasons. Even Shin-Ae notes that he seems uneasy, with a confused look and a nervous sweat drop.

We’ve already seen their completely established friendship. But as soon the two explicitly acknowledge this out-loud, we seem to have something new to deal with. Why does Yeong-gi suddenly want confirmation of their friendship, and in a manner that seems quite… sad? Why does his smile seem faked? We can look just a few panels prior to have a better understanding of what’s occurring internally for Yeong-gi.

Yeong-gi's shocked expression and widened eyes are similar to other moments of romantic tension, namely the hospital balcony scene and the earphones scene (albeit in a more muted manner). This is the second moment in this arc after the makeup scene that adds to the romantic tension leading up to the hospital balcony scene.

I believe Yeong-gi seems sad when he asks, “We’re friends right?” because when Shin-Ae laughs, he subconsciously feels the pangs of possible budding romantic feelings (it isn’t quite there yet, it is slight, but he is feeling something new) and he immediately subconsciously tries to deny those feelings by having Shin-Ae assert their friendship.

He feels dissonance between two facts:

“Shin-Ae is my friend”

“I felt something when she laughed”

This dissonance is uncomfortable, so he seeks to deny what is implied by the second part (that he may feel more for her). Additionally, we understand Yeong-gi struggles with self-worth. With the added pressure of those around him, as well as Shin-ae who has consistently accused him of being too pushy and a player, it is no struggle to understand why he immediately tries to avoid this feeling at even the first slightest hint of it.

But by looking for an affirmation of friendship to refute what he felt when she laughed, he unwittingly makes a link between what he felt to something beyond friendship.

Ep. 57-8 | The Bar - Brief Respite and a Kousuke/Yeong-gi Parallel

Due to the aforementioned tension, moments like the bar where Yeong-gi and Shin-ae are able to interact and joke around (about boobs in this case) feel incredibly refreshing — everything else is uncomfortable, but being with each other is comforting.

Once the others join them, we also get another slight Kousuke and Yeong-gi parallel. When Alyssa mentions Yeong-gi could dance with Shin-Ae, Yeong-gi refuses, likely due to pressure from Kousuke to be faithful to Alyssa. (We don’t quite know what he would’ve said otherwise). Shin-Ae responds to him refusing the dance, thinking:

“It would’ve been awkward anyways like my dance with Kousuke.”

The phrase "it would've been [negative adjective] anyways" usually implies a sense of settling for an outcome and sometimes slight displeasure.

I will admit that is hard to firmly state she’s disappointed that he said no. But the phase most certainly implies that she would’ve gone along with it if he said yes. (If this is hard to understand, Shin-Ae doesn’t think something like, “Good. I didn’t want to dance anyways.”) Her thought is relatively indifferent, especially in contrast to Kousuke whom she explicitly didn’t want to dance with.

Ep. 61 | Yeong-gi Takes a Stand - Relationship-driven Growth

When Yeong-gi learns that Shin-Ae is in trouble, but is yelled at by his father for his behaviour and not being with Alyssa, he is absolutely terrified at first (poor boy).

Randulph: "What are you doing? Fooling around again? It hasn't even been that long since I last reprimanded you!"

*Yeong-gi flinches*

Randulph: "How many times am I going to have to scold you tonight??? How hard is that head of of yours that nothing I say gets through to you! And Alyssa isn't even with you!"

Yeong-gi: *meekly* "Well — my friend was —"

Randulph: "I'm not through talking!

*Yeong-gi flinches*

Randulph continues scolding him, then says, "Forget about your friends."

To which Yeong-gi replies, "No... Castigate me, humiliate me. Do that all you want after I've ensured her safety!"

Upon thinking about the possible danger Shin-Ae is in, we see him, for the first time, advocate for himself and stand up to his father. Yeong-gi's concern for Shin-Ae allows him to stand up to the man who terrifies him. Shin-Ae takes easy precedent over the politics of his family and it shows how far their relationship has come and how it drives Yeong-gi's growth.

Ep. 62-3 | Sang-chul — Anger on behalf of Shin-Ae & a Shin-Ae and Alyssa Comparison

When Yeong-gi sees Sang-chul with Shin-Ae's jacket, he confronts him.

Sang-chul: "Back off bro. I don't want to start any trouble here."

Yeong-gi: "Too late for it now, innit? You asked for trouble as soon as you tried to take advantage of Shin-Ae."

Yeong-gi gets personally angry on behalf of Shin-Ae. It's another example that emphasizes their friendship.

We also see a contrast developed between Shin-Ae and Alyssa by Sang-chul:

"What is this Shin-Ae person to you anyway? You didn't react this way when I mentioned kissing your girlfriend... Where is she anyway? I still need my selfie and my kiss since you're fine with it."

Sang-chul assumes Yeong-gi must be romantically and sexually involved with Shin-Ae partly because he's a disgusting, sexist dirtbag, but also because, frankly, Yeong-gi seems to just generally like Shin-Ae more than his actual girlfriend.

I also want to draw attention to the fact that Sang-chul has mentioned kissing Alyssa three times: once before when they first met, and twice now. All three times, Yeong-gi didn't react.

In Ep. 63, Yeong-gi begins to move away from Sang-chul to get to Shin-Ae.

Sang-chul: "Heh. That's right. Wuss. Go run to your b*tch."

*Yeong-gi stops*

Sang-chul: "I'll go keep Alyssa company while you're at it! I still haven't gotten my kiss! Should be easy. She must be dumb as hell if she's dating you."

*Yeong-gi turns around, glares at him, kisses him, then punches him* "There's your damn kiss, you gobshite!"

Yeong-gi: "Don't you dare call Shin-Ae a b*tch ever again. And stay away from Alyssa."

Why is it, that now, he suddenly becomes agitated after already ignoring three taunts by Sang-chul to kiss Alyssa? Especially when he was in the middle of getting to Shin-Ae? I'm going to argue that Yeong-gi actually decides to punch him as soon as he first stops after Sang-chul insults Shin-Ae. Additionally, after the punch, Yeong-gi's first demand is to never insult Shin-Ae again, placing emphasis on this. It is also said more forcefully then the second: "Don't you dare... ever again" vs "And stay away". Alyssa is added almost like an afterthought.

There is a purposeful comparison here between the way Yeong-gi treats the disrespect towards the two women. Yeong-gi immediately gets angry enough to get violent when Sang-chul insults Shin-Ae, but barely responds at first when he calls Alyssa dumb and threatens to kiss her. He cares more for Shin-Ae than he does for his romantic partner, Alyssa.

Naturally, since the comparison is between his girlfriend and Shin-Ae, it also paints his feelings for Shin-Ae in a romantic light.

Ep. 63 | Yeong-gi Saves Shin-Ae

When Shin-Ae falls in the pool, it is Yeong-gi who saves her. Kousuke does not. This is another narrative parallel meant to contrast the two's relation to Shin-Ae. They both fall into the pool (parallel) but Yeong-gi, not Kousuke, saves Shin-Ae (contrast).

The episode also focuses almost solely on Yeong-gi's response to Shin-Ae's injury. He is absolutely terrified and feels terrible guilt, thinking he did this to her. But he is the one who saved her. He is the one shown to panic, yell for her, and scream for help. (We can also get into the authorial choice to focus on Yeong-gi's reaction and not Kousuke's... At the very least, it emphasizes that this moment is especially significant for Shin-Ae and Yeong-gi.)

Conclusions

The black and white formal arc serves as a climax for development between Shin-Ae and Yeong-gi — we see how in the face of adversity, the two value each other deeply as friends, and are given romantically tense moments.

There are also multiple narrative parallels, where Kousuke and Yeong-gi are put in similar situations, but the way they impact Shin-Ae are contrasted. Despite having multiple moments with Kousuke, Yeong-gi is who impacts her positively and who she wants to spend time with. This is continued in the hospital finale, when despite literally “reaching” Kousuke (he is with her and holds her hands), it is only after chasing Yeong-gi and being with him that she finds cathartic emotional support and finally cries. (Although these parallels jab at YooTip, I want to focus more on how it emphasizes that Shin-Ae and Yeong-gi's bond is beyond that she has with another person she has known for the same amount of time. It shows the difference between the more basic-level bond she has with Kousuke, vs. her bond with Yeong-gi that is surprisingly strong for people who have only known each other for a few weeks.)

Overall, this arc builds a base for when Yeong-gi first feels true romantic feelings for Shin-Ae: when she holds onto him and cries on the hospital balcony (you can see that analysis here). In this scene at the end of this arc, the two who so desperately tried to connect during the gala, finally do (although their hands still do not touch).

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twentytarot · 4 years ago

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hi everyone! i’ve been hard at work with my job this past month but i am finally done and back with a reading. today, we’re doing a reading on marriage in your life in general. pick the tiffiany ring that sets your thoughts off, triggers a memory or invokes a strong emotion and scroll right down for your reading. see you there! 💍

CONTENT WARNING: there are negative piles here. not every pile has a future spouse.

PILE ONE: CUSHION CUT

if you were handed an ultimatum and forced to choose between marriage and work, you’d probably get into your car and go to work the next morning. this makes things a little complicated, because you’re ambitious, you’re feisty, you hate it when your time and attention is used up on something that doesn’t matter to you. if you get married, however, your time will be eroded by many things that don’t matter in hindsight. you see, there will always be ridiculous in-laws, there will always be someone that will want your help so long as it is available. someone is going to want kids, even if that decision is completely irrelevant to them, or something dumb like that. no married couple gets out of having to deal with these things, and no couple gets through it without fighting over it a single time. so, my question to you is: will you have the patience to see this through? or will you fold?

unfortunately, the cards don’t predict the best of outcomes when it comes to your marriage. you probably will decide not to get married in the first place. if you do, you might remarry, or get into a questionable third-party situation. yet, i don’t see this being a huge hindrance on your life as a whole. you seem to me like the kind of person who cares less about having an other half compared to your friends, and i think you are going to have so much going for you in other facets in your life that you won’t be clinging onto this relationship when it goes south. this gives me celebrity vibes, almost, like someone who can never be home and the relationship ends because work is so demanding. so this will be a little sad, but i’m confident you will pick yourself back up quickly.

astrologically, cancer came out very strong, and the interpretation i want to go with is that your most significant relationship will be very cancerian in nature. comforting at first, but ultimately probably not aligned with what you want to do with your life. that’s alright, you’ll be able to afford your own diamond ring anyway.

PILE TWO: SOLITARE

well, pile two, it looks like someone told you “if no one is going to marry you, i will”, and then they took it seriously. i kid, but i do see an element of your future spouse being someone you didn’t expect at all. perhaps you thought they would just be a best friend that knows all your secrets. and yet, this person knows your darkest secrets and then offers you love in its purest form. i get the feeling you’re not quite used to that, pile two. i’m hearing this underlying feeling of “what if i give too much, wait what if i give too little”, and i think this is partly because you haven’t seen first-hand a marriage that is of the kind you want to be in. it feels like you’re not sure if happy marriages exist in your world. well, they do. it just turns out that you give just the right amount when you’re not trying, which is why a best friend finally becomes your spouse.

this person will be with you through thick and thin, you will feel like they are your soulmate. you will always feel balanced in your relationship with this person because they will always be silently watching the scales, tipping it this way and that whenever something is about to swing out of balance. they will help you feel like you have nothing to worry about, they will bring a childlike kind of happiness into your life.

now, onto a little bit of warning. no marriage is only ever happy, and i sense that your source of pain will come from outside influences. money is one, health is another. you will be very much together, but it’s a blessing and a curse because when one goes down, the other follows. the advice to you is to try your best to lift each other up through bad times, and know when you have to detach and go do your thing alone for the good of your future with them. you don’t have to always turn around to make sure they’re following, they’re your forever! they’ll be there.

PILE THREE: ROSE INFINITY

your marriage isn’t going to be a very fast-paced one— when you meet your future person, you’re going to be eons away from being ready to get married, and they will be the same. i almost feel like you will laugh at yourself when you start dating this person. the relationship just isn’t... pretty. this person almost brings out the worst in you: you fight them about the stupidest things and rile them up all the time just because it’s funny. there’s ten separate occasions where you’re pretty sure you should have been dumped or dumped them for some iconic out of left field insults, but for some reason it’s just funny after you’ve both calmed down. so it’s fun, and it’s so 20-something, but you’re preparing yourself for the inevitable breakup. and then... it somehow never comes.

somewhere along the lines, you grew up, and so did they. you didn’t know it then, but this person brings the best out of you as much as they bring out the worst. like a tantrum that just has to be thrown before a little child can settle down, you took your growing pains out on each other, and then somehow managed to fit into each others’ lives forever without even thinking about it. you give each other love naturally, flowing with each other and keeping each other sane. after you get married, there’s a feeling of “i can rest when this person is around” kind of energy because you trust each other to come out with the truth when it needs to be said, but you also trust that the person will be there to pick up the pieces if you break.

so this person isn’t as good-looking as you hoped or imagined. or they’re not the type to show you off, and they’re not really the type that wants to be showed off either. so maybe someone made a joke at their expense and you laughed. the beauty of all of that is, despite all of that, they love you and will for a long time. isn’t that already more than we can ask for, as mere mortals?

PILE FOUR: YELLOW HALO

okay... there are two groups of people in this pile. let’s talk similarities first. your partner is going to be quite eccentric. visual arts came up in particular, so perhaps your partner will be an artist? the last similarity is that marriage is unlikely, but as for why, it depends on which interpretation resonates more with you.

for the first group, this is probably my lgbt+ in a place that hasn’t legalised marriages not between a man and a woman pile. for reasons that seem bigger than yourself, marriage is unlikely in your life. i feel a lot of unwelcome judgement coming from this group. i think you might not get too much support around you; maybe your parents have something against people who are not in “professional degree” jobs, or your family and environment as a whole is very conservative. regardless, you will be with this person, but it might be beyond both of your abilities to get married for real. :( i’m sorry, i wish the world were kinder.

if the first interpretation doesn’t resonate, then it has something more to do with your stubbornness. everyone wants someone that will take them for exactly who they are. that doesn’t change the fact that no two people are completely perfect for each other, though. every couple starts by taking apart their schedule and fitting the other’s in. tolerating strawberry shortcakes on their partner’s birthday even if they hate strawberries. stopping their work short even if it means that coming back to it will be hard because their partner needs something. advice here is to rethink your mindset. you could be very successful in your career, but if you think you won’t be able to go home to an empty bed, or you know that family is what you want in the future, then see how you can be more considerate to the people around you. we don’t always like to hear this, but being considerate and selfish is a never-ending balancing game, so don’t feel too bad. you’re not a bad person! these things just take time. whichever way you choose, i hope it’s the one that makes you the happiest!

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