#Having some coworkers I want to be friends with is dope

[seulira]

Literally drooling thinking about the chinese food buffet I'm going to on Monday. Yes, I have to face the task of Groceries. But I get a treat first.

[magpod-confessions]

I know sexism in fandom is a thing, but I mostly encounter a lot of very vocal love and positivity for female tma characters (not to say that's the case in all forums ofc). Which is good, obviously.

Basira, Georgie and Melanie are important characters, but they all come along later and honestly throughout a lot of Canon kinda feel like an anti-jon wall. If you happen to be a fan who doesn't vibe with that sentiment, its less appealing to engage with a big portion of the female characters. It's not wrong or right to find yourself empathising more with Georgie or Martin etc etc, none of thecharacters are all good or bad so it's personal how a listener is gonna feel. But to me it sort of unfortunately feels like, since the (majority of significant) women are kind of aligned in one group, youre more likely to either into all of them or none of them. I hope that makes sense? Like I'm very much not coming after anyone.

Also some other thoughts on sexism: sasha has less time, less backstory, and is less developed than say Tim. So she has less content. Someone saying "if you do an ao3 search for fics that include sasha but not Tim, there isn't many, so sexism!" doesnt make much sense to me. The workplace is the only context we have for sasha, and Tim is her coworker and friend. A fanfic featuring sasha but NOT Tim (or any other magnus staff!) would have to create a lot of backstory wholecloth, and not everyone wants to do that. I love her in fanon, but we gotta acknowledge it really mostly is fanon.

As for Helen vs Michael. Michael's backstory is more developed, he was played and manipulated, its pretty damn tragic. Helen is dope! But if you want that flavour of angst and tragedy, Michael has more to work with.

I think it comes down to the type of fan you are and what you prefer to engage with! I suspect jonny has tried to make this less of a factor in tmagp and is focusing on giving more background to female characters from the start. Not trying to insinuate anything shitty abt him either.

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[bunkoos-mole-enthusiast]

Weekly Jungkook Fanfic Recs

Some fine JK fics for your reading pleasure. 🔞 Please show your appreciation to all the wonderful authors :) Calling You Cool: After your band finishes a coveted club gig, you’re frustrated that your dope ass night ends with you hiding in a bathroom stall. At least, this is what you figured - until someone comes along to change that.   https://kithtaehyung.tumblr.com/post/714257289848160256/calling-you-cool-m-jjk Of Skin: The sexploits of a man made of skin and bones. https://archiveofourown.org/works/21048614/chapters/50068430 Blackout: You’ve just been laid off, and all you want to do is eat some dinner, curl into bed, and forget. Unfortunately, the neighborhood block party is tonight, and the festivities turn downright chaotic when the entire city loses power. Don’t fret, though. Jungkook will help take your mind off things for a while. https://bonvoyagenoona.tumblr.com/post/686722234680786944/blackout-jjk The Cul-De-Sac Cons: Your two-story Tudor sits at the end of the cul-de-sac, miles away from the life that you used to lead. The life that involved more than a few scrapes here and there. The life that kept you on the run. But here, with your darling husband, you’ve found roots. You’ve found peace. The kind of peace that, unfortunately, could only be ruined by the new neighbors moving in.  https://bonvoyagenoona.tumblr.com/post/644486168112742400/the-cul-de-sac-cons-jjk-jhs Corrupt: You’d be crying out in pain begging me to play my games. I could corrupt you, it would be ugly. Vampire au. https://bratkook.tumblr.com/post/621115500050694145/corrupt-jjk-m Center Of Attention: It was supposed to just be you and your boyfriend tonight but your friends decided to come over for an impromptu slumber party. Of course, he’s not happy about it but he’ll get the attention he wants, one way or another. https://bangtanintotheroom.tumblr.com/post/673832725356134400/center-of-attention-m Show Me Something: He was your first kiss years ago, only to become your first heartbreak the next day. Your life would have been much easier if only you would forget about him and move on. https://yoonia.tumblr.com/post/647238369227702272/show-me-something-m Frost Impressions: Jeongguk is so disgustingly smitten with his new coworker that he ends up making a terrible first impression, and neither of them realize they’ve actually been in love with each other for the better part of a decade.  https://www.tumblr.com/fortunexkookie/190071380261/frost-impressions-m-jjk Little Bean: Nothing has been normal for Jungkook since he moved to Seoul to become a trainee as a boy, and yet noticing a beautiful girl in a coffee shop is the most normal thing a young man can do. Asking her out, super normal. Falling in love, totally normal. Everything about Sasha makes him feel normal and important, and yet nothing can ever be truly normal when your relationship has to be secret. https://archiveofourown.org/works/27237484/chapters/66536458

[princess-of-thebes-1995]

Have you ever wondered why Quaritch always hated Norm Spellman?

Quaritch was typing on his laptop and would sometime look up. He saw you talk to your coworker, Doctor Spellman. Tch. The Colonel rolled his eyes at that.

Spellman was book smart but lacked common sense. You were socially awkward too. But had brains outside of your work and was clumsy in an adorable way.

Quartich smiled at the memory. How you almost killed him by throwing a jar of something on his nose. He was mad and embarrassed you almost creamed him. Almost made him bleed to death.

But, it wasn't your intention. You cried and apologized and he made his move on you.

It's all good now. You're his girlfriend and soon to be his future wife.

He then heard that annoying ass voice grow louder.

"You have to come!" Spellman cried to you.

The fuck is going on? Quaritch raised his brow in wonder as he looked up from his work on the laptop.

Spellman and those other limp dick scientists left you. He watched you turn your head to his direction and smile at him. He knew that look. You would always use your big ass glassy eyes to melt him and get what you wanted.

What did you want now?

Quaritch turned off his laptop and watched you walk over to him. You began to kiss and suck his neck after sitting on his lap. The Colonel decided to go along with it. After some heated lip dancing. You whispered against his lips and begged to go to the Avatar garden.

"No." Quaritch saw your eyes sadden. He sighed. He stroked your long braids. He explained how some sting bats would attack. He doesn't want one of your eyeballs to go missing.

You're no Avatar. You can't make one due to your mutant genetics. It wasn't possible. Much to your disappointment.

You couldn't protect yourself.

You begged him and undid some buttons of his uniform. You touched the bare skin of his chest. He shuddered in pleasure as your warm and soft hands contrasted his cold and hard muscles.

You tried again. Damn you. He sighed and reluctantly nodded. You smiled and kissed him again to thank him. He grabbed the back of your head for one last affection.

You squirmed to leave him and he finally let go. Then you ran off to catch up with Norm.

The Colonel remembered the first time he met that Dope. He wasn't paying attention to his lecture at the orientation room. Like he was off in his own world.

The Colonel reluctantly had to do some shifts in the data room.

While he was working. His camera watchers of the base announced she had a situation.

Quaritch was curious and saw Norm, you, and others were in a restricted area!

Shit! His eyes widened but he kept his cool to not let anyone notice. There were bombs planted on the ground in case for Navi invaders!

The Colonel first used his cellphone to call you. When you confusedly answered. You flinched at his voice. "You idiot! That's a restricted zone. You will be killed. Come back!"

You blinked and saw the sign that warned how there was security traps around and no one not even Marines should come.

Oops.

The Colonel grabbed your hand and pushed you inside his office. His other marine staff were standing around him.

You, Norm and the other scientists were sitting in front of his desk looking scared.

"That area is classified and will dire great consequences." Quaritch declared as he sat on his desk Infront of you and your friends.

You apologized and honestly didn't know. Your boyfriend seemed to calm to down. But Norm had to open his mouth...

"You know what's nobody mentioned, this was supposed to be the greatest army in the entire world." Your eyes widened. Quaritch silently listened. He was surprised Spellman said something. "But you couldn't kill the nine of us."

Quaritch clenched his jaw in annoyance. Scrawny simp.

"I have to say I'm not impressed."

Oh, shit.

The tension in the air was cold and the other marines glared silently at Norm.

Norm got banned from the labs and work for three weeks as punishment without pay. And as for you, the Colonel forbade you from speaking to Norm unless absolute necessary. You couldn't hang out with him. He was too stupid to be around with. He might actually kill you.

And if Spellman did end your life. God forbid. Quartich would have killed him.

[jjsmaybank20]

Bitchy is my Type

Leighton Murray x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader is a motorcycle riding, tattoos, badass type. What happens when there is a new volunteer at the Women's Center who is just her type, but instead of getting along, they become enemies? But what if those hateful feelings turn out to be something more? Or Enemies to friends to lovers.

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1.5k

Pt. 1  Pt. 2

navigation  the sex lives of college girls masterlist

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“Hey, Y/N! Just so you know, we have a new volunteer coming in tomorrow. Her name is… Leighton Murray? She’s a freshman. She got drunk and threw a bottle at a statue, and then ran away from campus police. Seems like just your type.” Alicia, your co-head of volunteering, says to you as you walk towards your motorcycle. 

“She seems fun. I’ll be in tomorrow to help get her settled, but I might be a tiny bit late. My shift at Sips cuts in a little.” You call over your shoulder. She shoots you a thumbs up and you mount your bike. This Leighton sounds familiar. Oh shit! This is your coworker Kimberly’s roommate! You drive off, looking forward to putting a name to a face.

{The next day} 

You approach Lila and Kimberly just in time to hear Lila ask, “So is there something going on between you and the hot French tutor?” You add, “Yeah, the one who is your roommate's brother? I mean, I’m a lesbian, but even I think he’s hot.”

Kimberly splutters back. “No. Why? Did he ask about me or something when he ordered his coffee yesterday?” Lila smirks before replying, “Yeah. He-- He asked me if you were seeing anyone.”

You laugh when you see Kimberly completely falling for it. “Stop. Really?!” Lila cackles. “Nah, he didn't. He couldn't care less. But maybe he will, 'cause he's walking in right now.”

Kimberly shoots her a glare, unknowing that Nico is right behind her. “Oh, ha ha! That's so funny. Yeah, I'm sure he's walking in right now.” She turns around and sees him, quickly covering for herself. “Hey!”

Nico grins before asking, “How's it going?” Kimberly turns bright red. “Uh, I'm just working. Nothing much. Definitely not talking about anything specific.”

Lila stares at him for a second before saying, “You have a face to write songs about. Thank you.” You shove her shoulder before looking back at Nico and saying, “Sorry about her. She kind of says whatever comes into her mind.” You hold out your hand for a handshake. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N. Kimberly’s coworker. And you must be the french tutor.”

Nico laughs before grabbing your hand. “Yeah, that's me. I’m Nico Murray. I’ve seen you around campus. You have that dope ass motorcycle that always somehow has a girl on it.” Now it's your turn to laugh. “Yep. What can I say, ladies dig the vibe.” Nico pulls out his phone. “You seem cool. Could I get your number? Theta is always looking for more people to hang out with.”

You nod and pull out your phone. “Yeah man. As long as you're down for some intense game watching and very long nights partying.” He grins and nods. “Always.”

Kimberly grabs his attention after he finishes putting your number in his phone. “So, what brings you in? Did you want a drink? Or a café au lait?” Nico smiles before saying, “Hey, good pronunciation. But no, I just stopped in to see you. I was thinking, for our next tutoring session, we could watch "Golden Girls" in French, the way I learned with my au pair. Maybe tonight?”

Kimberly nods enthusiastically. “Yeah. Yes. Yeah. I think that sounds both educational and entertaining. You're such a good tutor.” Nico gives her a weird look before shaking it off. “Great. I'll see you tonight.” Kimberly sighs, “Okay.” 

You and Lila share a look before you teasingly say, “You're staring.” Lila adds, “At his butt.” 

“Lila! Y/N! God!” Kimberly exclaims before stomping off. You snort and start wiping down a table. You pause for a second before you say, “Hey, Lila? Do you know where Canaan is? I haven’t seen him all day.” 

Lila glances over at you, and then says in a teasing voice, “Oh my god! You two spent a whole day apart? I never thought I would see the best friends separated from each other.” You roll your eyes at her, and she finally says, “He’s probably just chilling at the KJ house. You know how he is sometimes.” 

You nod in agreement, before looking at the time. “Shit! I have to go. Do you think you can finish up these tables for me?” Lila nods, and you quickly take off your apron and run to your bike.

---

When you pull up to the Women's Center, you see that Alicia had parked her car right where you normally park your bike. You storm inside and start talking, not noticing the new person that you are interrupting. 

“Alicia! How many times do I have to say this! That is my damn parking space. You have one literally two spots down.” You heard a ding from the safe space bell. “Sorry, Ginger. I heard it.”

When you finally look around, you see a new person. “ Well you must be Leighton. I’m Y/N. She, her, hers. I hope everyone has introduced themselves to you.”    

The others quickly scramble to introduce themselves. 

“I'm Ginger. She, her, hers.” 

“Lindsay. She, her, hers.”

“Alicia. She, her, hers.” 

“Tova. They, them, theirs.”

Leighton makes a non-committal noise and states, “Oh, right. Sure. Well, I'm she. Obviously.” You restrain yourself from rolling your eyes. She’s one of those people. Sensing the tension, Alicia pipes up. “Cool. I oversee all the volunteers.”

“So do I. I do scheduling and sign off on hours, while Alicia recruits and organizes events so that volunteers can volunteer.” Leighton sighs and says, “Oh, great. Should we talk about scheduling? Um, I was thinking that I would work mornings from 9:30 to 10:15-ish, and then, you know, round that up to an hour, for timesheet purposes.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes this time. “Yeah, that's not how this works. I'll tell you when we need help, and that's when you'll be here. Like tomorrow from 5:00 to 10:00, you'll be helping with our feminist poetry group.”

Leighton sighs and puts on a fake sympathetic voice. “As tempting as that sounds, I'm kind of busy on Fridays.” You snap back. “Shit, I didn't realize that. Maybe we should just shut down the whole place till you're free.”

Leighton lets out an astonished laugh. “Okay, I am from New York, so I can tell that you're being sarcastic.” Ginger waves to get your attention. “Hey, this is, uh, getting a little tense. I'm gonna hit the Safe Space Bell.” You nod, and she dings the bell.

Leighton looks around, confused. “What? Why does she keep hitting that stupid bell?” This time, Alicia answers her question. “It's a bell that we hit when we think it'd be good to have a safe space.” 

Leighton scoffs. “Uh, isn't this already a safe space? Okay. I'm just saying that maybe we've gotten a little bit too sensitive as a society if even a safe space isn't-- Oh, my God!” Ginger hit the bell again. 

Alicia waves Ginger off. “It's all good, Ginger. What we do here, whether it seems stupid to you or not, really does help people. So we're not looking for your feedback at the moment, okay?”

You add, “Oh, and don't say your pronouns are obvious. That makes you suck. Suggesting that you don't have to use your pronouns when other people do makes you sound like a really dumb, cis bitch.” Ginger hits the bell one more time. “I heard it, Ginger! Welcome to the Women's Center, Leighton. See you at poetry night.”

You watch Leighton storm out before walking into the Women's Center office with Alicia in tow. “Jesus Christ! Could she get any more entitled? I mean, she’s hot as fuck, but my god. You know, I met her brother today during my shift at Sips. He’s a really nice guy. The looks definitely run in the family. If she wasn’t so straight, I would totally go for her.”

“Damn, Y/N. You definitely have a type. You like bitchy girls. But I do agree with you on this one, she is hot.” Alicia exclaims. You sigh and sit down at the desk in the office. You need to figure out how to handle Leighton without blowing up on her. This was going to be harder than you thought.

---

Later that evening, you were helping Alicia get set up for poetry night. Once people started to file in, you put out the sign up list to figure out the order in which people would be going. You hear boots clicking on the floor, and then see a shadow come over you. 

Without looking up you say, “Hey, Leighton.” She lets out a surprised noise and asks, “How did you know it was me?” You roll your eyes and finally look up. “Because you are the only person who comes to this Center wearing Louboutin boots.”

She scoffs and says, “Surprised you know what they are. Didn’t take you for a shoe person.” You laugh at that and state, “I’m not, but I have dated many girls who are. Funny thing is, you are exactly my type. Beautiful, bitchy, stylish. One little problem. I don’t date assholes.”

“Another little problem. I’m straight.” She states in a slightly shaky voice, which she internally curses herself for. 

You smirk at her, not missing the tremor in her voice. “That hasn’t stopped me before.”

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Join my taglist!

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

You seem lovely and wonderful to be around; Do people usually like you?

LOL...st about this wuestion made me laugh.. do people Like me hmm well.. depends on the person xD i ttry to understand my relation to ppl very often but they always surprise me. i think im nice to b aroubd cus im pretty quiet and non imposing, i dnt rly kno how to speak unless spoken to but if u start talking to me i feel very involved in the conversation. i think because of my shyness and trouble initiating things, ppl sometimes assume im a bitch or they find me intimidating. a lot of ppl have told me i have a commanding presence that unnerved them at first. but i try rly hard to make myself more approachable haha..

one thing i struggle w immensely is being a target of projection, i believe this is due to my first house neptune. if u search up other women w that placement u will see wat i mean. There has been many times i think someone likes me until i realize they dont care for my actual personality at all and instead have this predetermined narrative in their mind that i'm meant to fulfill. like "manic pizie dream girl" type delusions. Its been rly difficult to find friends who want me to be Myself, but the ones ive managed to find have stuck w me for years sooo i assume that means im enjoyable to some?

overall despite my accumulated paranoias i rly love people and platonic friendship is like the truest purest form of love to me🤍 wait actually i just realized i am definitely dope to be around cus im alwaus everyones favotite coworker 😌

[junkdyke]

i am homeeeee from Denver (Wheat Ridge) Colorado!! my last trip until next year

tattooed super dope pieces almost every day, ALL of my clients were some form of fem kweer (dykes, enby, and transfems) including one of my fucking COOL ASS MUTUALS @seraphbutch !!!!

my friends are thinking its a potential place to move, but we'll be visiting again soon to really get a feel! idk, its really fucking white tho. speaking of white; so i was making fun of my friend for her Tinder algorithm and finally caved in and remade mine. i have never seen so fucking many granola femmes in my LIFE, amd not like the fun and funky granola either, just kinda beige. I matched with all 10 of the only butch/mascs in a 50 mile radius LMAOOO and then i felt bad bc i exchanged 1 or 2 messages with each of them before just completely not replying to any of them cause i got too busy 💀 a couple of them did, however ,message me again so i answered, they were really cute but it's a shame i am just NOT in place to be doing the app thing rn. Fun to look though!!

i went to a metal show with tattoo crush while we were out there, and I might be going to another one with her later this month!! Both her and Dyke Roomie are down to go to the orchestra with me!! The shop we worked at was SOOO cute with the sweetest artists, one of them wants to get tattooed by me when we come back which is such an honor!! we saw the most gorgeous views during our 16 hour drive, our airbnb host was fucking UNHINGED lmfaooooo, she had us check in late after we had just finished driving for hours, would just NOT leave the room cause she was trying to finish setting it up, had been sick so she had no voice, and then when she finally left, texted Tattoo Crush to say "I'm sorry i'm such a mess. I think I left my vape in the room. jkkkkkkkkk. sorry this is like the worst week of my life, my grandma is sick. the mess is because the other people that live here are going through a nasty divorce. sorry again, im such a mess." just...insanity!!!!! But it was a really fun trip, i love my friends so much!!

We're all agreed that next year we'll be traveling monthly or bi-monthly! Some for sure spots we'll be hitting up are Atlanta, Portland, Seattle, Austin, I'm hoping Vancouver, maybe Boston, San Francisco ofc and maybe spend more time in Oakland, Dyke Roomie wants to go to Salem, another of my coworkers wants me to go to Nashville with her...so excited, so happy, i love life rn and the people in it💖

[snicker-snacc]

I’m starting a new thread due to the length of the last one, but thank you for tagging me @fromtheoatfield!! Seeing this when I woke up was like injecting pure serotonin in my brain <3 

anyway here’s the rest of the thread i got tagged in, jic anyone is nosy

https://at.tumblr.com/fromtheoatfield/oh-and-this-hi-thank-you-for-tagging-me-i/6a059b0k5w9n

1. Three ships: oh god oh no I’m about to out my last like 3 hyperfixations in one go because I have a habit of discarding the fandom but keeping my favorite ships in my heart. ANYWAY we have:

Royai (Roy x Riza) from Fullmetal Alchemist

Klance (Keith x Lance) from Voltron: Legendary Defender 

Davekat (Dave x Karkat) from Homestuck (please don’t crucify me on the spot, they’re just too cute I can’t help it)

2. First ship ever: heuuuuughhdsfksd it was probably from warriors, so probably Sandstorm and Firestar because I’ve just had a soft spot for enemies to lovers for my entire life ig

3. Currently listening to: I’m just gonna throw out the songs that have the heaviest rotation for me rn: 

Raise the Dead by Insane3lik3 & Colordrive 

Kill the Noise by Me Not You

Shockwave by Marshmello

Separate Ways (cover) by Daughtry & Lzzy Hale 

Love From the Other Side (Fall Out Boy) 

(hey fromtheoatfield, wanna make a note real quick that IDKHBTFM is a dope band and I appreciate that you also like them)

4. Last move watched: Guys I don’t watch movies. Not because I hate them but because I never get around to it. I think the last one I saw was Wakanda Forever in theaters with some friends. 

5. Currently reading: HAHAHAH my list of paused books is a mile long lmaoooo but I have to read “Emily Wilde’s Encyclopedia of Faeries” as a bookclub book with my coworkers and I’m reading “How to Murder Your Employer” in the breakroom, which comes out in February I believe! 

6. Currently watching: I am SLOWLY, at the speed of molasses, getting through Made In Abyss Season 2, Jojo Part 4 and the og Trigun, all of which are fantastic and I wish I had more time to watch

7. Currently consuming: My morning coffee <3 the lifeblood of my life and my reason for existing 

8. Currently Craving: I just got ramen last night so I’m only craving the usual --  pasta, breakfast potatoes, and mac n cheese. 

Thank you again for the tag!! <3 I’m tagging @howwnowbrowncoww @the-new-universe-change @lessrthanthree @thegoatsba (if you’re still online lmao) @raekuu and anyone else who wants to who’s tag I might be forgetting. Go nuts! 

[nysocboy]

Glamorous: Be as femme as you wanna be, especially when you are surrounded by mega-hunks

Glamorous, on Netflix: Make-up obsessed Marco gets a dream job at a glamour firm, starts a journey of self-discovery, and falls in love with a man. The episode descriptions use "he/him" pronouns, but Marco is played by  -- and based on the experiences of -- trans actress Miss Benny.  So maybe he'll be coming out as trans at some point.

Scene 1: Marco awakens.  He's a boy with a femme girl hairstyle and a room decorated with pictures of high-heel shoes.  Asking himself if "the struggle to be a grown-up is realer than real," he puts on his frilly pink gown and heads for the makeup table -- well, more like a makeup warehouse, puts on his face, and starts talking to his internet followers: "I am a makeup artist and beauty industry professional who works with all the major brands, including Glamorous by Madolyn."  Looks like he's already pretty self-discovered.

But in real life, he has a part-time job behind the make-up counter at a department store, he has minimal followers, and his Mom, whom he claims "helps with my content," could not be less interested. But does that stop the dynamo make-up artist?  Nope. "We're going places!"

Scene 2: Mom has called in some favors and enrolled Marco in a paralegal training program.  Do you need to call in favors for that?  Can't anyone enroll? "But Mom, I already have a job!"  "It doesn't pay anything.  You're 22 years old: start taking your life seriously, and start paying me rent!"   Settle, dude.  You know how many famous make-up artists there are out there?  

Scene 3: At the mall, Marco sees his idol, Madolyn, looking at a display of her own products. She explains that she's doing important research in her customers' buying habits.  It's not just about the make-up, dude.  "I'm a customer!"  "Ok, let's see what you got.  Give me a makeover."  

Marco goes to work, while criticizing his idol's make-up! Smooth move, dude. It's not selling.  Customers consider it safe and banal.  They want fantasy.  "When I do my makeup in the morning, I want magic!  I want to feel like a star!"  

Madolyn is mesmerized.  No one has criticized her for 20 years. "You have some important things to say about makeup.  Want a job?" 

Scene 4:  Marco going to work in a glass-and-steel skyscraper.  At least he gets to wear his high heels and a totally femme hairstyle.  The first assistant, Venetia, introduces him to Madolyn's son Chad (Zayne Phillips, top photo), who is in a meeting while running on a treadmill....with his shirt off....um, his muscles gleaming....um...does he need a personal assistant?  

"Is this the superstar Mom hired from the mall?" Chad asks. Superstar?  I thought he was just opinionated.  Then he criticized Marco for wearing heels: "I'm gay, but I'm not...gay."  The word you're looking for is "femme," as in the Grindr ads: "No femmes, no fats."

Next on the tour: Product Design, and another gay guy, Ben (Michael Hsu Rosen, left), who trips all over his tongue while trying ineptly to flirt.  "He gets like this when he's excited," his coworker explains.  "I don't get like anything when I'm excited, which I'm not," he stammers.  "But I could be."  Dude, are you talking about your penis?

Next up: Social Media Influencer Alyssa, and her assistant Nowhere, a 1960s hippie.  "I'm an influencer, too!" Marco exclaims.  "Yes, but you just have 1,000 followers, and half of them are bots."

Finally Madolyn's office, with all of her awards, magazine covers, mirrors, and make-up.  I'm getting flashbacks to Wilhemina Slater on Ugly Betty. except Madolyn seems much nicer.  Marco the Dope criticizes her again: "You seem very...comfortable!"  "I beg your pardon?  I take chances!  I'm cutting-edge!"

Scene 5: Marco telling his followers about his first week, sugar-coating the slapstick mishaps that we see in a montage.  The First Assistant Venetia discusses with her friend: "He's flopping like a Katy Perry single."  "Good -- then our jobs are secure. If he were doing a good job, we'd have to sabotage him."

Left: Michael Rosen's rear

Scene 6:Madolyn criticizing Super Hunk Chad's ideas for the new line.  "This is exactly what we send to Sephora every year.  We need to be bold -- take chances." 

Chad: "Or we could just sell the company to World-Famous Make-Up Company and be rich(er).  You could even stay on as Creative Director, and I could do something besides sell...ugh...makeup."  Chad's going to be the Big Bad.

More mega-hunks after the break

Scene 7: Marco has the job of picking up the super-important product prototypes and bringing them to the office for the Big Presentation.  He gets into the wrong Uber, and complains to the real passenger, a very muscular Straight Guy (Graham Parkhurst), who takes an Uber to the gym every day, about his various job mishaps.  Straight Guy consoles him.  

Whoops, he left the very important prototypes in the Uber.  There's no way to track them down, since he got in the wrong Uber. Wait -- wouldn't the Uber driver have turned them in at the company office?   Madolyn wants to forgive him, but Super-muscular Chad insists on firing him. 

Scene 8:  Ben, the coworker with the huge crush on Marco, talks to his friend: "Now that he's fired, I could ask him out, but I won't because it would be weird and creepy.  But just in case, do you have his number?"  This is definitely like Ugly Betty, where every straight guy working in an office full of supermodels fell instantly in love with the "ugly" girl.  Well, not Daniel, but they had a "will they or won't they" thing going on for several years.

Meanwhile, Mom tells Marco to fight to get his job back.  The Straight Guy probably picked up the prototypes.  You know what gym he goes to, and the time of day: go find him!  

Left: Straight Guy butt

Scene 9:  Pretending to be a rich white guy, Marco buys a gym membership, with the proviso that he can back out if he's dissatisfied.   Girl, high heels to the gym?  He pretends to work out forever, but Straight Guy never shows up, so he hits the locker room (actually, a lot of semi-private dressing rooms).  And there he is, dawdling at the mirror, wearing only a towel! 

Straight Guy gazes at Marco like he's a pork chop.  "I...um...left something in the Uber yesterday." "I've got something for you right here."  He fumbles with his towel.  Psych!  He's actually heading to his locker to retrieve the prototypes.

"And, by the way, I'm not straight. And here's my number. Bye."  He takes off his towel, flashes his butt, and heads for the showers. 

Scene 9:  Everyone stares as super-fired Marco marches through the office and into Madolyn's meeting to present the prototypes.  Chad scoffs, but Madolyn wants to hear his speech: "I'm not perfect.  I'm bad at math, the oldest movie I've seen is Titanic, and I don't know who Cher is.  But I can learn.  I can grow.  The question is, can you?"  He then criticizes the prototypes as garbage.  Madolyn is impressed; he's re-hired If you want him to advise you on make-up, hire him as a consultant, not a gopher. 

Chad scoffs.  "Curses! Foiled again!" 

Left: Nick Fink, who appears in the cast list but is not in this episodeScene 10:  His first job: fetching coffee and a Vogue for Madolyn and First Assistant Venetia.  Uh-oh, he's sharing an elevator with Ben, the guy with the major crush on him!  He fumbles and stutters until Marco takes pity and asks him out.  Ben melts in ecstasy, then catches himself: "Um..yeah, I guess that'd be cool.  Hit me up." 

Cut to First Assistant Venetia running into Chad in the bathroom.  Venetia is worried that he'll take her job, and Chad, that he'll tank the company with his newfangled ideas. They come up with a plan to "ruin that twink." The end.

Beefcake:  Chad and Parker (Straight Guy), plus a few gym hunks.

LGBTQ Characters: Marco, Chad, Parker, Ben, and -- well, just about everyone.

Femme: No one is bothered in the least by Marco's femme gender presentation.  In fact, it appears to be something of a turn-on to the more masculine-presenting guys. 

Make-Up:  There are a lot of "make-up is the most important thing in the world" manifestos, but we don't actually learn much about make-up.  Why is Madolyn's brand outdated?  What the heck is a gondola?  At least in Ugly Betty, we were told the difference between bad and good fashion.

My Grade: It's rather fun watching a boy be as femme as he wants to be with no kickback, and the hunks competing for his attention are stunning.  I'm just worried that the office-politics plotlines will be a bit old-fashioned.  A-

[toxickehlani]

𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗔𝗻𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗮𝗿𝘆

║ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛ･* – 𝖲𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌

║ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ･* – 𝖶𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄, 𝖫𝖾𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖪𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗆, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖣𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗂 𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅����, 𝖠𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖺𝗁.

║ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ･* – 𝟤,𝟨𝟫𝟣

║ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ･* – 𝖺𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌.

║ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ/ᴘᴀʀᴛ･* – 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖷𝖷𝖨𝖨💔: 𝖶𝗁𝗈 𝖠𝗋𝖾 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒?

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ .༺ ♥︎ ༻ ࣭ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

Kareem's POV

  𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗣𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗢𝗙 the car; I locked it and walked inside the Skate Park. As I walked to my office, my employees greeted me with a smile.

"Morning, Kareem." A female employee smiled. I notice her eyes look me up and down.

"Hello, Diane." I greeted her back. I know she has a crush on me, but I am already deeply in love with someone else.

  I tossed my backpack on the floor next to my desk as Diane stood in the doorway. "How was your morning so far?"

"It's good, Diane." I mentally rolled my eyes. She's starting to annoy me right now. "Shouldn't you be at your station?"

"Well, no one has arrived yet, so I thought I'd keep you company until then." Diane shrugs, giving me a flirtatious grin.

"It's okay, Diane. I'm fine. Go to work." I nodded, pointing out of my office.

  Diane rolled her eyes, huffing, and walked out of my office. I shook my head at the advances she tried to make at me. Her advances toward me didn't start until about three months after I got with Destini. Of course, I always rejected her politely, but she still proceeded to call herself flirting with me.

  The professional thing would be to fire her, but she's a good employee. She comes to work on time, handles the kids when out on the floor, and gets along with other coworkers, but the flirting with me must stop.

• 2:00 PM •

   I returned to work from lunch, headed to my office, and sat at my desk. Staring at the stack of papers on my desk, I sighed before making financial statements for this month. All this work had me so wrapped up that I didn't even hear someone knocking on the door.

"Come in," I said to the person on the opposite side.

   The door opened, and walking into the office was one of my workers named Savanna. "Kareem, there's two guys up front wanting to speak with you."

"Who are they?" I asked, staring at her in confusion.

"I don't know. The guys didn't say." She replied, shaking her head.

"Okay, I'll be there in a minute," I said, writing down some numbers on paper.

   Setting the pen down, I stood up, walked towards the front entrance, and saw two guys standing with their backs to me. When I cleared my throat, they turned around, and I saw Destini's baby daddy Marcos, who I guess was his friend. Now I know damn well this pussy ass bitch did not show up to my place of business with his friend. Now, what did they expect to do? I don't know, but they're both going to be in for a world of hurt if they try to get violent.

"I'll go work the floor," Savanna said, walking away.

"Thank you," I replied, nodding my head before turning to the two fools in front of me. "What can I help you guys with?"

   Marcos looked around and nodded his head in approval before speaking, "So this is your business?"

"Yea. I've had it for about three years now." I answered, nodding my head as I folded my arms.

"That's dope," Leo replied, shaking his head.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, getting irritated by him not getting straight to why he was at my job.

"You got somewhere we can talk?" Marcos asked, rubbing his chin with his hand.

"Yea, follow me," I replied, nodding my head.

   Marcos and his friend followed me to the bleachers outside of the basketball courts. His friends decided to stand and watch the kids play while Marcos and I sat down.

"Aight, so I'm going to get straight to the point. I don't like you, and you don't like me, but I have a few questions since you're around my daughter." Marcos expressed, scratching the side of his face.

"Ask away." I nodded, clapping my hands together.

"How long have you and Destini been together?" Marcos questioned, crossing his ankle over his knee.

"A year and a half." I grinned, cocking my head to the side. "We met a year after you got yourself locked up in the candy aisle of a grocery store."

"When did you meet Alayah?" Marcos questioned, rubbing the tip of his chin.

"Destini didn't introduce me to her until six months after we were together. She wanted to make sure I wasn't a bad guy." I explained, crossing my arms.

"Are you a bad guy?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at me in suspicion.

"No," I answered, shaking my head.

"When did she ask you to move into the house?" Marcos inquired, cocking his head to the side.

"A week after I met your daughter," I replied casually, shrugging my shoulders.

"Hm, so what are your plans for both of them?" The deadbeat asshole asked me, bouncing his leg up and down.

"Well, I plan on putting a ring on Destini's finger and a baby in her stomach." I bragged, holding my head high in confidence. "And once we're married, I'm going to be Alayah's stepdaddy."

   Marcos sat there staring at me and burst out laughing, and I knew I had hit a soft spot within him. He stood up and started pacing with his hands on his hips, shaking his head.

"Yea, that'll never happen for as long as I'm alive." Marcos sniffled, shaking his head as he looked at me. "And neither will be putting a ring on Destini's finger."

"Why are you worried about me putting a ring on Destini's finger when you have a girlfriend?" I questioned, smirking at his angry expression.

"Destini will always be on my mind for as long as I live. Until the day I fucking die." He explained, rolling his eyes.

"What are you so pressed about? Do you think I'm intimidating?" I amusingly questioned, smirking at him.

"You don't put an ounce of fear in my heart. Not at fucking all." Marcos replied, shaking his head.

"Why are you so pressed, huh? You can't accept the fact that Destini is with someone else?" I asked, standing to my feet and crossing my arms.

   Marcos copied my actions and stood to his feet before saying, "You puffing out your chest like that's supposed to scare me."

"You're delusional, man. First, you think you can do something stupid that costs your family, and you come back after two years like everything's all fine and dandy." I explained, shaking my head. "Well, news flash, bro, it's not. Be happy that you and Destini's daughter are happy."

"You don't fucking know shit," Marcos remarked, raising his voice.

"I know what Destini tells me," I smirked as his friend tried to hold him back. I knew what I was about to say was wrong, but I didn't care. "And I know your mother kicked you out at sixteen, and your dad doesn't want anything to do with you."

Marcos's POV

   As I heard this asshole bring up my past, my ears started ringing, and all I saw was red. I forgot there were children around me and charged at Kareem, wanting to rip his head off, but Leo was quick enough to hold me back. If he didn't, I would've had my hands on him. How the fuck would he know information like that?

"Cool it, man. Not here." Leo replied, pushing me back.

"Nah fuck this bitch man." I cursed, shoving Leo's hands from me.

"Bro, come on. We can get him another time." Leo whispered in my ear as rage coursed through my veins.g

   I knew he was right in my mind, so I huffed and turned away, but before I walked out of that building, I said, "Aye, the next time you put your hands on my baby mama, I gotchu. “

Leo kept pushing me until we made it to the parking lot. "Look, man, I understand your frustration and anger, but you can NOT go to jail again."

"Fuck that nigga man," I remarked, pacing around with my hands on my hips.

"I get that, but going after him isn't the way to go," Leo explained, grabbing my shoulders. Anger coursed through my veins, wanting to get my hands on Destini's boyfriend. "Calm down and breathe."

"How the fuck would he know that?" I questioned, leaning my back against the car.

"I don't know, man," Leo said, shaking his head.

"The only way he could know that is if-" I cut myself off as an idea of how Kareem knew that information.

"Don't accuse her of telling him unless you talk to her," Leo replied, reading my mind.

"Who else could've told him?" I asked as I paced back and forth.

"Talk to Destini first," Leo replied, running his hands down his face.

"Aight, man." I huffed, running my hand down my face.

   Leo and I unlocked the doors to his car and got in the passenger seat. He pulled out of the parking lot and down the street as I buckled my seatbelt. When he arrived at a red light, I heard him sigh and glanced at him.

"That man rubs me the wrong way." Leo sighed, tapping his thumb on the steering wheel.

"Yea, I don't like him. Not one fucking bit." I said, rubbing the side of my jaw.

"We have to ask around about him." He replied, nodding his head.

   Once the light turned green, Leo started driving again. I pulled out my phone and went to my recent calls, and clicked on Destini's name.

Destini❤️🥀🥺 - Hello?

Hey, what are you doing?

Destini❤️🥀🥺 - I'm watching tv. Why?

Can you meet me at Ocean House in twenty minutes?

Destini❤️🥀🥺 - What is this about?

Could you meet me, please? You can bring Alayah too.

Destini❤️🥀🥺 - Whatever, fine.

The stoplight turned green, and Leo drove off. Arriving at the restaurant, Leo parked his car in an empty spot, and we got out.

"Welcome to Ocean House. Table for how many?" The hostess asked, smiling at us but mainly at Leo.

"Table for four, please," I replied, stuffing my hands in my pockets.

"Okay, follow me, please." She smiled, leading us to a table after grabbing the menus.

Following the hostess to a booth, she set the menus down and walked away as we sat at the table.

I sat there staring at the menu, wondering how this conversation with Destini would happen. Will she deny telling that pussy ass bitch my business? Or will she admit to saying something to him? The answer to that is unknown, but depending on the response she tells me will determine if I blow up in this friendly establishment.

   After some time, I saw Destini walking with Erika instead of Alayah. My ex locked eyes with me, and by the expression on her face, I knew she was upset about something. Destini folded her hands on the table before her as they sat down.

"Where's Alayah?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"With my mother." She replied in a calm tone. "Before you say anything, let me say this. So you took it upon yourself to visit my boyfriend at his place of business and fight him?"

Hearing her say that, I laughed because I didn't intentionally go there to fight. I wanted answers, and Kareem started talking out the side of his neck and bringing up my past, so he pissed me off.

"No. I went there for answers, and your boyfriend brought up my past, knowing that would get under my skin." I explained, leaning forward on the table. "But how would he know that if someone had told him."

"What? You're implying that I told Kareem about your past?" Destini questioned, arching an eyebrow at me.

"How else would he know?" I asked, shrugging my shoulders.

"Wow, you think I would do some foul-ass shit like that? Honestly?" Destini crossed her arms and leaned back against the seat, shaking her head.

"Did you tell him?" I inquired, staring into her eyes.

"No, I didn't fucking tell Kareem. He must've heard me talking to my mom on the phone." Destini answered, scratching the side of her face. "Do you honestly think I would do something like that?"

"At first, I did," I replied, folding my hands on the table. "But now I apologize for blaming you."

"Wow, I don't know if I want to say thank you or reach across this table and smack the living shit out of you." Destini truthfully spoke, shaking her head. "Thank you for the apology. I guess."

   My ex-girlfriend scoffed as she got up and walked out of the restaurant. In a way, I knew I had upset Destini, and that wasn't my intention, but I was sorry.

Destini's POV

   Slamming my car door, I scoffed and stuck my key in the ignition. I fastened my seatbelt, pulled out of the parking lot, and drove to my parent's house. Parking behind my dad's vehicle, I got out and used my key to unlock the front.

"Mom!" I called out throughout the silent house.

"We're in the living room!" I hear her voice shout back at me.

Walking into the living room, I found my mom sitting with Alayah on the couch, watching Doc McStuffins on TV. King lay beside my daughter, resting his head on her lap. As I saw them like that, a smile appeared on my face, loving the sight in front of me.

"Hey, you're back already?" My mother asked, glancing at me.

"Yea, I had to meet up with Leo and Marcos," I replied, rubbing my finger on Alayah’s leg.

"What happened?" She questioned, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.

"Those idiots took it upon themselves to go to Kareem's job and question him about his relationship with me," I explained, pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration.

“Why would they do that?” My mother asked, creasing her brows.

“They wanted to ask him about his intentions,” I answered, using my fingers as air quotations. “So I guess as they’re talking, Kareem brings up Marcos’s past, and he flips out trying to fight Kareem.”

“No way.” She gasped, shaking her head.

“Yes, but Leo was there to push Marcos out of the building,” I replied, sighing as I rubbed my forehead.

“Marcos had to know Kareem said that to get under his skin.” My mother commented, nodding her head in agreement.

“That's what I told him,” I stated, clapping my hands. “When I met Marcos, he implied that I told Kareem of his past.“

“You would never do anything like that.” My mother defended, glancing at me.

“I know. When Marcos apologized for blaming me, I said I didn’t know if I should accept that apology or reach over the table and smack him.” I explained, shaking my head.

“Yea, he’s wrong for blaming you.” She said, defending my side of the argument.

“Thank you,” I replied, leaning my head against the back of the couch.

I still couldn’t believe Marcos blamed me for telling Kareem about his past. Does he think of me so low? Did he think I was that shallow?

Later that night, I wanted to stay, so I took Alayah’s sleeping body upstairs to my bedroom and laid her on the bed.

I went to the dresser and changed into an oversized shirt and shorts before climbing into bed beside my daughter. Before I could dose off and go to sleep, my phone started ringing. Groaning, I grabbed it to see that Marcos was calling me, so I answered.

Hello Marcos.

Marcos❌😒 - Are you asleep?

I’m trying.

Marcos❌😒 - Listen, I’m sorry for blaming you earlier. I should’ve known better than to think you would do something like that.

Yea, you should’ve known better. We may not be together, but I would NEVER dog you out like that. I have more respect for you as the father of my child.

Marcos❌😒 - I know, and I’m sorry for blaming you.

I accept your apology.

Marcos❌😒 - Thank you. You can go to sleep now.

Goodbye.

   Sighing, I tossed my phone aside and cuddled with my baby as I slept.

Sighing, I tossed my phone aside and cuddled with my baby as I slept.

[milkboxgalore]

After I quit my delivery job I went through a 6 month patch with my best friend where we were both unemployed and we would skate and bike and go eat Taco Bell, really do whatever we wanted. Then we both got jobs within the same week. I got another job in DC but I was living in Baltimore at the time and she had gotten a job in Baltimore but she was living in DC so we both took advantage of staying at each others for the commute. She was doing cancer research and then I was cooking and packaging gummy bears. Another sick job that paid stupid well. I learned how to make medicated gummy bears, caramels, chocolates, it was fun. My coworker for the first year and a half was really dope then he moved back to NY and I got an awful coworker that made the job somewhat dreadful. I rode that job out until I moved away from the states. I miss it all the time and have to just be thankful I got to experience a really cool city with some really cool people.

[moxiemaemaple]

Dear diary~ 002

I hate change. This force to a new place has left me with little energy. I compare a lot, something I can't help. I'll miss so much but my past is over. A new life, fresh start. I feel stripped though. Empty.

I got a BF bifta given to me as my first vehicle. Dressed it up barbie style. I guess it gets me around and is a bit safer than a scooter which was what I was trying to buy originally. I've already trashed it up a few times trying to take it offroading. Turns out its a dune bungee, just meant for driving on the sand and nothing too crazy.

I made a friend, Tom Tom. He wears a mask always. Its a freaky clown mask but you know, it matters who is deep under it all and he turns up and makes me smile. I've been trying to connect with some of the girls at the UwU cafe. Everything is just overwhelming. Socializing is something I fake being good at but really it drains the fuck out of my energy. I just often feel like falling asleep trying to communicate, even just thinking about it…

I've been pouring into trying to take photos, get back to feeling good about myself. Its insanely hard. This persona of mine is taxing to upkeep. I love Barbie, don't get me wrong, though the bubbly personality with a big bright smile is hard to maintain in all these new social situations. I kinda often don't know what to say, just end up giggling and feeling so awkward. People take it as me just being adorable so suppose the truth of how I feel isn't showing as much as I think. Over analyzing as always.

The fashion here isn't the same. Its ok…not what I'm use to. I miss some of my old possessions. I try not to think about what is gone. Its just gone. Too much lingering on the topic breaks me. So I spend a lot of money on clothes to try to feel a bit more complete. Typical hole to sink into. I don't have any desire to make a savings anymore. With how many cities I've skipped its pointless…fucking just hurts more if you got something to lose.

Its like people get off humbling you when you got something.

Dumping too much angst in here. Have to put it somewhere. This weekend was just rough for me. First week out of jail in a new place. Called homeless. Some bitch wanted to shoot me cause of how my hair looked. Lots of clowns which is slightly triggering considering my last toxic relationship. Weird vibes, no one does dope here. No one fucking parties. Everyone is one that grind. Just feel so disconnect coming back into society. Just trying to make due while dealing with a lot of hurt still.

I'm an alien. How I feel. Beam me up already so I can feel some what sane finally.

Another positive…I have career opportunities I never had before where I had been settled. May have lost a lot but I could open The Hippie Pillow Fort. My own place… No bosses. No getting scolded. No having to try and fit into a box to make my coworkers happy. I should feel some weight lifted off me just typing that…I'll get there.

The music is good here. Someone released a catchy tune about goth chicks and its a bop. I need a, 'Big titty goth bitch, who watches true crime'~ by Thumper, should check it out! Music is one of those things that keeps me going. Life would insanely dark without melodies of all types.

[chaos0pikachu]

Fwiw, The Eclipse was what got me into gmmtv! I will say that it is a highschool setting, but I still enjoyed it nonetheless bc it's got a bit of those "boarding school" vibes even though it's not truly that. Not to mention if you enjoy FK, they're absolutely phenomenal in the show. The plot was great until the last couple eps where it suffered a bit, but the FK chemistry alone CARRIED that show soo well. One look between them had so much. Plus the side pairing was also easy to get invested in!

Pt 2 of The Eclipse rec (sorry for rambling haha) but wanted to add, I watched 2gether & just couldn't get into it bc I struggled with the main characters chemistry and some of the acting. But none of those issues there with Eclipse! F&K are incredible talents and have a lot of awesome range. Plus having seen First in Not Me, it's wild how different his character is in eclipse but he still does so well! Plus the show covers a lot of themes about mental health, grief, class diff, etc.

Babydoll never apologize for rambling my ask box is open for a reason

I'll admit, I'm not a huge~~ fan of GMMTV shows like they're getting better, they're doing more and taking more risks and I'm hella happy for them. I'm def checking out Midnight Museum b/c supernatural horror is my fucking shit that hits every hot point I have I've watched some other GMMTV shows and they just....didn't hit for me.

2Gether was booooooooring it was so boring, the actor who played Sarawat couldn't act lord have mercy I'm sorry to that man but he couldn't he was so stiff I was like somebody lube up his face and joints a bit also the plot broke my brain like Tine just fucking tell Green you don't like him or don't wanna date him and if he keeps pressuring you report his ass to your uni dean like my god you couldn't find ONE girl to pretend to be your girlfriend ugggh so dumb and his friends were so ANNOYING anyways

I did love First in Not Me, and you bring up a reason why I like First in general; he's had a lot of screen partners (romantic ones) and that's only helped his acting imo. To the surprise of no one who's been following my blog for a minute I do not like Acting Pairs (I refuse to call them ships they're coworkers). Don't get me wrong I like different APs like I'm ready to see Nouel and Boss in another series together I freaking loved them as Rain and Payu it'd be dope.

BUT I'd 1000% be down to see Nouel and Peat in a series together as romantic leads too. And Boss/Fort too because why not?? Why not??? They all have great chemistry together let's mix things up! I've said for a while now I'd love to see Apo and Bible in a series together b/c they have awesome chemistry and they're both strong actors so why not?? I find it limiting to both the actors and the audience to constantly restrain them under strict Acting Pairs.

I saw someone on twitter say they thought they could never ship Perth (of SaintPerth fame) with someone else again but now they could and that's just bonkers thinking to me idk idk ANYWAYS

I guess I gotta give The Eclipse a try if only for First and Khao b/c I do like them individually and I just gotta ignore the knee shorts as ridiculous as they look. The show sounds pretty good conceptually ugggh it's on the list but my god high school settings First can't even pass for a high school my god lmao

[bippot]

Clingy

Story Summary -> The Vigilante mobile breaks down and Adrian needs a hand, transport-wise and socially it seems. Once his coworker gives him a hand, it sets him off and there is no going back to the platonic relationship they had before.

A relationship that needs to have clear boundaries because Adrian is known to get far too excited to interact with her at any chance he gets.

Tags -> Co-workers, Brief Homophobia, Codependency, Fluff, Drunkenness, Developing Relationship, Showering Together, Male simp

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One job tends to be enough for one person. Yet, some people have to do more than that. Single mothers. College students. Crime fighters. And Adrian Chase fits into that last category.

Fennel Fields could've merely been a cover. The life insurance payments of his parents and brother were more than enough to live on for a regular person, yet Adrian liked guns. And guns can be expensive. Not to mention, his prescription visor had to be custom built and, even then, he added a few dollars extra for their secrecy. His secret identity being revealled by the guy who makes his fucking fancy glasses was the lamest unmasking he could think of. That would suck so hard.

And then the 11th Street Kids became his third job - sort of. It was like his night time patrol but in the day. It wasn't quite another job, just it amplified his favourite one. It was like 2.5 jobs. Which was cool. Tiring as shit, but dope as hell.

Another super awesome thing about A.R.G.U.S. was that he got to work with his best buddies. His coworkers at Fennel tended to not understand his humour or they thought he was weird or crazy, and just generally were not nice to him. There was no Chris. No Eagly. And definitely no Y/N. He'd fucking know if there was a babe as hot as Y/N at godamned Fennel Fields.

Y/N was a total badass when it came down to it. She was confident and smart and she knew how to take charge of situations and make a plan B before plan A had yet to fail. Plus she wasn't a closed off asshole like Harcourt, Adrian thought. She made jokes, she laughed, and she was always willing to give him a helping hand whether it was on the battlefield or off.

Kindness seemed to be rare these days.

So, there was no doubt what her response was when the Vigilante mobile broke down and he needed a ride. Nowhere in his mind did he think to ask Chris because why, why would he? Y/N would say yes with no hesitation. Chris would bitch and whine, then ultimately forget to give him the ride.

"Get in, sweetheart," she called out through her window as soon as she saw him walking towards her car. Her voice was warm, kind and friendly as ever. As always. Adrian grinned widely as he climbed into the passenger seat and threw down his backpack, causing some of it to spill out into the footwell. "Nice outfit."

Looking down at his stupid busboy uniform, he let out a quick and defensive, "I have nicer clothes than this. You know I do." It was stupid. The words came out a mile a minute. Like he was an over excited puppy that was trying to impress a new friend. "Got a bunch of nice clothes, you see. In my room. That I wear. Sometimes."

He got like this on occasion. If they hadn't seen each other in a couple of days, he would be talking nonstop in such a cute, ramble-ish manner that she couldn't help being totally entertained by it. Often, she'd see people completely shut him down whenever he started talking so she let him say whatever he wanted to. He was a funny guy. Just... a little bit overexcitable sometimes. She wasn't bothered by it, though.

"Yeah, your Vigilante get up is so nice and cool."

"You think?" He chirped happily as he tried to stuff everything that had fallen out of his bag back in whilst his focus was entirely on her. This conversation was going much better than planned, if Adrian was honest with himself.

Sure, he looked kinda dumb in that hat that Fennel forced him to wear, but that didn't matter. Especially when she reached across the gearstick and straightened the hat on his head to adjust it properly. Y/N's hands lingered there for a moment longer than they should've. She was brushing the curls against his forehead, which he found very comforting. He felt all tingly inside.

But then her fingers retracted and she pulled away, leaving Adrian feeling like he'd been kicked in the stomach. He'd hoped she'd stayed or maybe gone further. Who knows, one day he might get super lucky and she will take his face into her hands. Maybe give him a little smooch, maybe more. Hopefully more than a little smooch.

God, he hoped so much. So much that it felt almost painful sometimes. His heart fluttered every time he thought of her - and, oh boy, he thought of her quite a lot.

"Yeah, the visor is genius really. Putting your prescription in the mask so you don't have to wear your glasses underneath, that's creative problem solving, dude," she cheered as she started the car and pulled away from his drive.

"Never been called a genius before," Adrian muttered, mostly to himself. He liked hearing compliments from Y/N. They felt special. She always said the absolute nicest things about him, and he cherished them deeply, well, mostly because he rarely got them. He was used to people being mean or condescending to him since that was expected, after all.

And his mother always tried to get him to pay back a compliment when he was given one. It was a lesson that rarely came up, but he was immediately prepared with aspects of her that he liked. There was a litany of things about her that he liked - her intelligence, her bravery, her honesty, her kindness, her humour, her fucking face, not to mention her rocking bod! - and, if anything, he had a hard time picking between them.

"Your boobs look nice today."

Shit. Oh. Fuck. Not that one. Should not have said that.

A blush began to rise onto his cheeks as he stared forward in embarrassment. Yet, he heard Y/N snort in response. "Oh. Thank you!" She giggled without an ounce of disgust or malice, just pure amusement.

"That was awful, I'm sorry." Adrian groaned and let his face fall into his hands, but soon gestured in the general direction of her cleavage. "Your top is low cut and I'm a man. A warm blooded man. My brain was not ready for that."

Again, she laughed, her voice filling the car with revelry and joy as the wind blew her hair around. Adrian's body relaxed slightly and a small smile came upon his lips as he allowed himself to glance up at her profile and watch as she drove.

"Hey, a cute guy looking at my boobs is a okay with me," she said playfully. And he couldn't tell if it was a joke or sarcasm or something, but she definitely didn't mean it that way. She couldn't. That was impossible. She had to be joking.

Right?

She had the sense to change the subject as he seemed to quieten down, so she assumed he was uncomfortable in some way. Or maybe he was just embarrassed about his compliment.

"What time do I need to pick you up later?"

"Nine," he replied quietly. Then, he cleared his throat and continued, "I could always walk if you want an early night or don't want to drive or something like that."

"Nonsense." Y/N waved it off and gave him a grin that told him that whatever self deprecating things he was thinking, he should throw out the window for good measure.

Before they knew it, they were in the Fennel Fields car park. The conversation had been a smidge stilted as he was attempting to think before he spoke, which was a seriously underdeveloped skill of his. He didn't want to fuck up royally and make her hate him. That would suck. That would really suck.

Here she is, the perfect girl who, for reasons that he had no clue about, was nice and sweet to him - yeah, he didn't want to fuck that up. He didn't want it to all come crashing down because of a few stupid thoughtless comments.

"See you later...Bye Y/N!"

Then he was out of the car as fast as he could without tripping over his own feet. He hadn't gotten a chance to scope out his surroundings and, therefore, failed to notice that both Fred and Colin were on their break. These guys were assholes, he knew that for sure as his high school years had been made hell by those two douchebags.

"Woah, look at him go," Fred scoffed as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned lazily back against the wall. "Fastest gay in the galaxy!"

Adrian stopped in place.

"Guys, how many times have I told you that using the word gay as an insult isn't, like, cool or good. It's offensive to gay people."

Colin had to take the opportunity to tease, "Shit, I think we offended him. Sorry, homo."

"Yeah, sorry bum boy."

Honeslty, these guys had been saying shit like this since high school and it was, not only incredibly childish and homophobic, but so fucking boring. They could've at least kept their insults interesting. Once a teenage girl on the street yelled at him "Bitch, you look like you work at the sperm bank and get paid in exposure," and he thought about it for days on end. It was totally out of pocket, unprompted and, shit, he made sure never to wear that one cardigan ever again.

In fact, he burned it.

"Wish I never told you guys that I'm bi," Adrian sighed tiredly as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration.

From where she was sitting, Y/N could just about hear the conversation and felt awful for him. When he spilled his bag, he'd missed an item. Perfect.

Calling out as she stepped from the car, "Hey sweetheart, you left your..." What the fuck was this in her hand? It was a weird shaped dice. It was more circular than the die she was used to. "This thing!"

A woman, and a pretty one at that, was actually interacting with him in front of his coworkers. That was great. So awesome because then he could claim that Y/N was his girlfriend and all the weird comments would stop. How could he be even a smidgeon bit gay if he had a girlfriend? In their shallow little minds, it was impossible. That was his mission.

"Thanks, b-babe." Adrian sounded so unconvincing as he said it that she rolled her eyes fondly and walked towards him with an amused grin on her lips. "I'll uhmm....Put it away."

As soon as she was beside him, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and he thought he was imagining shit, but then he saw her lips coming in closer and closer and, holy crap, was she actually going to kiss him? Yes, yes she was.

He didn't care if it was a dream because he could feel her soft mouth pressing against his and he kissed her back without hesitation. It felt real, and he could feel her smiling through the kiss. She felt real too, the smooth skin against his hands as he cradled her cheeks seemed to be real too. But, most importantly, she tasted real.

And, boy, did she taste so good. He wanted more, so much more than as she went to pull away, he chased her lips to prolong it as long as he could. They eventually parted as he rested his forehead against hers and breathed heavily.

"You okay?" she whispered.

"Never fucking better."

Detaching herself from his grip - before he wanted her to if he was being honest - she pretended to notice the other men with a faux apologetic, "Oh sorry, couldn't help myself - he's too cute to resist," then turned back to Adrian, "See you tonight?"

"Yeah, yeah...of course. S-see you."

His little dumbfounded heart was racing as he watched her head back into the car, knowing that he was probably blushing a deep red. And that it wasn't only because he just kissed a girl he admired - a girl whose beauty was far superior to any other human's - but also because she'd (whether directly or indirectly, he had no idea) helped him out. It felt nice, actually. Weird and a tad embarrassing, but still nice. Real nice.

"You and her?!?" Both Fred and Colin exclaimed simultaneously as soon as Y/N disappeared into her car.

The so so smug feelings inside Adrian were written all over his face as he attempted to shrug nonchalantly and head inside without replying. He was practically bouncing with each step as he entered the restaurant and tried to act as though nothing happened, that it was a regular occurrence.

Even his boss made a passing remark about how chipper Adrian seemed. The usual work philosophy for just about every member of the Fennel Fields staff was to provide only as much as they needed to. A smile on the way in and if they were taking an order, yet Adrian had a Cheshire grin for the entirety of his shift, which actually was rather distressing to some customers.

Of course they had to be polite but not necessarily kind and he found himself going out of his way to please everyone around him. The second he noticed a customer's water getting empty, he was there in a flash to refill it whether they wanted him to or not, usual information about when the kitchen was thoroughly cleaned last (way too long ago) was given without being prompted, just as which meals he'd recommend (the cheapest) was too. And he was humming a little song to himself the entire time.

After all, he was in love. A love that had been there for a while just lurking under the surface and had finally broken through the barrier to become even more glaringly obvious. It was annoying to everyone else, but at least Y/N kissed him so he didn't really care. And, he desperately needed to experience it again.

Once nine arrived, he was absolutely buzzing to leave and, as she said she would, Y/N was parked outside. She'd gotten out to throw some of her rubbish in the trash can and was suddenly attacked from behind.

In an instant, her years of training kicked in and she brought her elbow back to wind whoever had grabbed her in the stomach. Then, to grapple them instead, she turned and managed to catch their arm to twist it against their back, retaining them tightly enough to keep them from running.

Not that he was going to run. No way. Adrian was way too turned on to even try.

"Hi Y/N," he beamed.

"Oh Ade! I'm so sorry - you surprised me there." She let go of the hold and helped him stand upright again. "You good?"

So good. Literally the best he'd ever felt, which was why he confidently grabbed onto her hips and tugged her towards him, their lips meeting in an abrupt and needy way that would've had her stumbling backwards if his grip wasn't so strong.

How surprised she currently was feeling was completely overshadowed by how unbelievably wonderful his kiss felt. His lips, they were so soft and warm, and they fit together perfectly. The way he kissed her was so natural and as if he had been preparing for this moment for ages. It was intoxicating.

His tongue traced across her bottom lip, prompting her to open her mouth and welcome him, which she was more than happy to do. He felt her hand travel up to his cheek, her thumb gently stroking his skin as they pulled apart for air, her breathing heavy and quick, her face flushed.

"Hi," she whispered coyly, her voice softer and sweeter than he'd ever heard before.

"Hey."

"What was that?"

"Dunno...just, uh, just felt like it," he shrugged nonchalantly, still holding her waist in his grasp in a clumsy yet possessive grapple. A giggle escaped her throat as he turned his head to press his lips to her palm and nuzzle it affectionately. "Can we hang out tonight? Like, just us?"

Waiting for her response, his gaze met hers once more, his green eyes staring down at her in adoration as she tried to piece things together. If possible, his face grew even more adorably charming as she stared back at him. Her expression softened.

"Yeah, of course. Whatever you want to do, Ade." Her voice, although still husky and full of confusion, held such a gentle, caring tone that he melted at the sound.

With another kiss to her palm, he released her and they headed to the car and drove off together. The entire time she was sneaking glances at him, because was this an alien? He seemed excited, yes, but Adrian hardly ever liked being touched by anyone and, here he was, reaching for her hand every time she took it off the gear stick.

It was a nice change, sure. But a weird one. She assumed it had something to do with their kiss before work. And she knew for a fact that he was touch starved. It had to be a mix of the two. Why else would he have acted so differently? It had to. It was weird, definitely, but a good weird.

Still, she felt the need to check, "Are you doing okay? You haven't taken any drugs or been concussed or replaced by a clone?"

"Uh, none of the above. I'm seriously a-okay," he replied, chuckling at how preposterous she sounded. He was dead against drugs so that's a no go. At no point had he signed up for a shady scientific experiment so the chance that there were other Adrian Chase's running about was slim.

Plus, his shift had been rather uninteresting, unless she counted the fact that "I scraped my finger a little and it hurts a bit, but other than that, I'm fucking peachy."

Despite the fact he claimed he was fine, Y/N did a series of medical tests as soon as she got him through the door of his apartment. "Look straight into my eyes please," she ordered and he obliged immediately.

Then he did try to lean forward and kiss her again. Yet, she put her hand on his chest to prevent him from doing so. She took his chin in her hand and tilted him from side to side to inspect every part of his face.

"You have really nice eyes, Y/N. Really pretty," Adrian complimented, his hand resting on the small of her back, gently rubbing up and down as she worked, and his legs swinging either side of her hips as he sat on the kitchen counter.

She nodded absentmindedly, her eyes still glued on his face. His pupils were dilated, yet still seemed to react appropriately when she shone a torch at his eyes. There were bags underneath them, which meant that he hadn't slept very well recently but he rarely got a good amount of sleep so that wasn't out of the ordinary.

"No drugs?"

"NoPe."

"Are you on any new medication?"

"No."

"And you haven't sustained any head injuries in the past two days?"

"None whatsoever, no."

"Got a headache?"

So many questions. So many damn questions. They all had the same answer. And, frankly, he was getting a bit bored of answering so he gave her the best puppy dog eyes he could manage.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop with the torch," she relented, giving him a pat on the cheek. "But, answer me one more question. What's with all the touching? I don't mind, but it's different to how you usually are and I, I don't know, is this a good thing or...?"

Adrian didn't reply right away. His hands slowly fell back down to his sides as he looked down at his shoes awkwardly, his fingers fidgeting with his sleeves. The look on his face didn't match what was happening inside of him right now. One second he was looking into her eyes lovingly and the next second he couldn't help but feel annoyed with himself.

"I like it... And earlier, I- When you... I had to feel it again. I had to feel you again. Maybe I got a bit excited." His voice was almost timid and quiet as he lifted his head.

For the first time in her life, she saw as he seemed to be slightly vulnerable and unsure of his own words. He didn't dare make eye contact with her, but she could tell he wanted to so badly as he added, "Do you, uh, did you like it?"

Tilting his chin up, Y/N smiled gently and brushed some hair behind his ear as she replied, "I'm a big fan of that kiss outside your work and -"

Cheekily, he said, "Which one?" and immediately cheered himself up as soon as he heard her laugh at his remark. However, he couldn't revel in the sound for long as his train of thought was stopped by the obvious sounds of his front door opening.

Without thinking, Adrian jumped down and grabbed a knife from the rack to be armed if the intruder became violent. Which was unlikely because the intruder was in fact Chris. A very drunk, topless Christopher Smith threw the spare key that Adrian gave him at his friend's head with a loud, "Beer! Fucking love beer! Give me some more!... Holy shit, Y/N? Is that you?!"

"Sure is, doofus."

"But this is Adrian's house?"

Sheathing his weapon now that he knew it was only Peacemaker, Adrian made his way over to Chris and placed his hand in front of him with three digits up. "How many fingers, dude?"

Chris gave him a high five.

"Good job, man."

Whatever newfound romantic tone the two had built was quickly placed on the back burner for a moment so they could deal with Chris. Judging by how Adrian dealt with his friend, the pair had clearly gone through this before.

Turning to Y/N, who was standing with her arms crossed over her chest and an amused grin covering the whole of her face, Chris sluggishly asked her, "Why are you here? Did he finally do something?" Then turning to Adrian, he grinned and mumbled, "...Did you, you know, all that mushy shit that I told you not to do?"

"Let's get you to bed."

"Yo, you're not trying to fuck me, are you?"

"No dude."

"Good, cause I like my men less fucking dweeby."

Peacemaker was promptly guided towards the only bedroom and left to pass out on Adrian's bed before he could say anything else. There was a little resistance and that would turn into a deep purple bruise on his buddy's ribs by the morning, but all things considered, it had been one of the easier drunken nights.

After tucking Chris in and pulling the blanket over him, Adrian returned to Y/N and leaned back against the wall opposite where she was propped against the counter.

"That went better than expected," he remarked playfully while crossing his arms across his chest and watching as her eyes glittered with amusement, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"If it makes you feel any better, I like my men dweeby. So fucking dweeby."

He pushed off the wall to saunter towards her and cage her body between him and the counter, claiming, "I'm the king of dweebs so you must be really into me," as he looked down at her.

"Well..." She bit her bottom lip, pretending to think about it. "Guess I must be."

His smile widened, a wide, toothy grin that lit up his features and made him look incredibly goofy and cute. It brought out that same sparkle in her eyes and made her heart skip a beat just looking at him, which only got worse when he gently nudged his nose against hers.

They'd been friends for a while now and while she had been flirting with him since they met, she never expected him to be so tactile with her. So open. So honest. It took her completely by surprise. He never showed his feelings openly, mostly because he had the tendency to believe that he didn't have any.

Clearly, he did.

It was like a dam breaking apart. And just like a wall of water coming straight for your face, she got overwhelmed by the sheer volume of his affection.

If she was in the same room as him, he'd be attached to her hip. He had to be touching her in some way. If they were apart, he'd be texting her as frequently as he could possibly manage to do so. And if she'd been busy and missed a few texts, her phone would be bombarded with calls.

Adrian Chase was one needy bastard. His behaviour had shifted so dramatically towards her. It was as if a switch had been flipped in his mind, all those years of loneliness suddenly being thrown out the window as he began clinging desperately onto her whenever and wherever possible.

In most ways, it was sweet. Knowing that he liked being around her was wonderful. She felt loved. Needed. Cared for. Protected. But there was a downside. It was constant. Constant neediness. Constant longing for closeness. Constant wanting. Constant desire for every single bit of her attention.

Every word she'd say. Every movement she'd make. Every action she'd take. Everything she did. Everything she thought. Everything she felt. All of it had a spectator watching it unfold.

"Ade, can I-"

Before she was able to finish her sentence, she was interrupted by a pair of lips crashing against hers. She sighed softly as his hand moved to cup her cheek, thumb caressing along her jawline. He kissed her slowly and gently, making sure that she knew he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

Once he released her and took a second to get her fuzzy mind back on track, Y/N broke free from his hold and reached forward to push at his chest so he would let her pass into the bathroom.

"Don't follow me in here," she warned sternly. "Just hang out, out there. Go pick a movie or some shit."

As much as he tried to protest, she wouldn't hear of it and practically pushed him out into the hall. She locked the door behind her and let out a deep breath as she rested her back against the wood. The whole situation made her dizzy. She loved hanging out with him, it was great - so much fun - but not every second of their time together had to be like this.

Their relationship definitely wouldn't last long if it continued in this manner. She would reach a boiling point eventually and she didn't even want to imagine what would happen after that.

So, some boundaries had to be placed.

Y/N sat on the toilet and worked it all out in her head. In order to prevent future problems, she needed to break this routine. She needed to lessen this clingy behaviour that was slowly eating away at her, and it wasn't sustainable for him either. There would be a point where he'd get bored of being emotionally dependent on her and then there'd be no going back.

There was a brief moment where she was doubting herself then her phone vibrated and she didn't even need to look at it to know who had texted her.

"Hey baby, can we talk?" she asked as she walked into the living room to find him patiently waiting for her.

"Yeah, you know I love the sound of your voice."

Walking over to sit next to him on the sofa, she turned her body so that she was facing him and reached her hand out to run through his curls. "Be warned, I'm serious about everything I'm about to tell you."

A nervous smirk appeared on his face and he fiddled nervously with a stray thread on his sweater, avoiding her eyes.

"You're breaking up with me, aren't you?" he whispered, causing her eyes to widen considerably.

"No! No, no, no! Of course not!" she reassured, shaking her head vigorously, "Oh God no, nothing like that. This isn't..." She paused and waited for him to look up at her. When he did, she continued. "I really like you, Adrian, but -"

"I really like you too!"

The words caught her off guard, but she smiled nonetheless. He had a tendency to interrupt her, but she knew it was because he was so excited to tell her something and couldn't stop himself from blurting it out.

"I know you do, baby." He stared up at her intently and gave her a big smile and a nod, which prompted her to carry on. She inhaled sharply, feeling slightly apprehensive at how he reacted to her confession, "What I mean to say is that...I like being around you, but I do need some time to myself sometimes too. We don't have to always spend all of our time together."

"Do you mean like...alone time?" he questioned, cocking his eyebrow upwards. "Like, alone time without me?"

"Yes."

Her answer seemed to have given him more pause than what she'd intended since he frowned and tilted his head, something clearly swimming around in that head of his. He remained silent, his gaze wandering off somewhere behind her.

After what felt like forever, he softly said, "Okay."

She blinked, completely surprised by his nonchalant reaction. She'd half expected him to whine a lot more, to complain and pout about it. But he hadn't. Not once did he utter a word about it or try to convince her otherwise.

"Do you understand why?" she pressed, reaching a hand out to squeeze the palm of his hand reassuringly.

Another pregnant silence filled the room until he finally replied, "Not exactly."

He looked up at her again, and the way he was staring at her was almost like he wanted to memorise her face, trying to imprint it in his brain for the sake of any memory loss later when she would abruptly not be right next to him.

"You know how you don't like it when Economos taps his pen against the table? It's fine at first but then he carries on and on until it becomes a little overwhelming, then you have to go into the other room for a break?"

"Yeah, John pisses me off all the time." He paused and came to a realisation. "I piss you off?!? Oh my God, baby, I'm sorry. Are you mad? I won't ever do that again, I promise," he babbled and quickly started to panic, "You are, right? You're angry with me. You hate me! Oh my God. Y/N, please forgive me. Please, I don't mean to. I'm sorry, please don't leave me. I'll do anything, I swear I will."

Then he looked at her with such genuine fear, and it hit her hard. This man was absolutely terrified of losing her, so afraid that he'd lose one of best friends and she would disappear from his life, leaving him all alone in the world. He was a mess. A broken shell. He'd spent a lot of his life alone, and he had been utterly miserable for most of it.

Coming to think of it, these past few months, he'd been happier than she'd ever seen him before. More comfortable with himself. He genuinely smiled more often. He wasn't as purposely reckless. Chris didn't seem to affect him as much. And most astonishingly, he slept better.

"Hey, hey, shush, it's okay," she cooed as she lifted his chin up with her finger. "Look at me. Look at me, I promise I'm not going anywhere, okay? Don't worry. I'm not mad at you. It's not that at all. I just wanted some space, some temporary space, that's all. Periodic breaks of alone time."

"Just temporary?" he asked hopefully, eyes wide as saucers. "Promise?"

"I promise."

Relief washed over his features, the worry and anxiety melting away like snowflakes under the sun. His shoulders sagged and he slumped forward until he was resting his head against her lap. He sighed contentedly, "Thank fuck."

She chuckled and scratched gently at his scalp, feeling like she'd lost a huge weight off her chest. Now that they were somewhat on the same page, she could relax. They would still have many things to work through. Many things to figure out, but she knew for certain that they were on the right path to moving forward.

They took the time to have a big long conversation about everything. In the end, it went pretty well and Y/N knew, she knew that they'd be fine. Yet, they had to test it out before they got too far ahead of themselves.

"What are the rules?"

"No texting or calling for two hours unless there's an emergency."

"And?"

"Keep my hands off your butt when I see you at work."

"And number 3?"

"Ask before I try to initiate any PDA."

Y/N was so glad he had taken her boundaries seriously and wasn't letting it slide. It was sweet of him and honestly, she was touched by his effort to respect her wishes. He was trying, and he was trying so hard. For that, she was grateful beyond measure.

"Can I give you a goodbye kiss?" he asked tentatively, his voice soft and low.

"Baby, you don't have to ask when we're at home. PDA, as in, public displays of affection."

Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and she pulled him closer into her embrace, pressing a gentle kiss onto his cheek. Then the other cheek. Then finally to his lips for good measure.

"It was very kind of you to ask though."

When she pulled away, he was smiling like crazy at her, the smile he never allowed anyone to see and the sight caused her heart to melt like butter. That smile belonged solely to her and her alone. It had become so addictive and she would be lying if she didn't admit that everytime they made a connection, she would feel giddy inside.

And as she went to lean back in to give him another smooch, he gently pushed her face away with a smug, "I thought you had to go?"

"I do."

"So go."

Smiling up at him, she grabbed the front of his tshirt, dragging him down towards her and connecting their lips in a chaste yet heated kiss before leaving his apartment.

Two hours of freedom and how did she spend the majority of it? Sitting by herself in a cafe and wondering if he was okay, that's how. She had intended to read a book, but would get distracted and couldn't make it past the first four paragraphs. She kept checking her phone. Maybe it was muscle memory. Maybe it was that nagging part of her brain that said 'he hasn't texted in five minutes, he could be dead.'

Realistically, she knew he was fine. Vigilante is not the easiest of targets. She knew that. So logically, he'd probably be perfectly okay. And he was. As soon as they made it to HQ, she could see that not only was he physically fine - in every way - but he seemed emotionally fine too.

"For the first time ever, your boyfriend beat you here," Adebayo quipped as Y/N walked through the door, half drunk smoothie in her hand. Leota gestured to Adrian who was looking over Economos's shoulder at some new weapon that John had come up with - the Eagly-copter, which was a drone sort of thing that resembled a very familiar eagle and was equipped with cameras and an uzi.

Modern technology, ay?

He saw her out of the corner of his eye and shot her an amused grin and a wink, raising his eyebrows suggestively before returning his attention back to the fake bird and John's big lecture about how neither of the superheroes could play with it in any way.

The moment it was over, however, Adrian beelined towards his girlfriend. "Did you miss me?" he mused as he leant against her desk, picked up her drink and took a sip. She was going to offer it to him anyway.

"I did," she confirmed with a laugh. "Kiss please?"

Adrian hummed, leaning in to give her a quick kiss that was far less gross than their colleagues were used to seeing them share. Even Harcourt commented, "I'm grossed out, just not as much as normal."

"How are you? Did you find it okay?" Y/N questioned, watching as he slowly drank the rest of her smoothie. Adrian shrugged, looking thoughtful as he stared deep into the liquid and swirled the straw around in circles.

"I think so," he eventually answered after giving himself time to mull things over in his mind. "I did freak out for a bit then, yeah, played some Stardew Valley and that distracted me... I understand now. Sorry for being so clingy before."

"You're forgiven, babe," Y/N assured him with a small nod.

"One more kiss before we get on with our work?"

Y/N rolled her eyes good naturedly, placing a firm kiss on his mouth and making sure to linger there, savouring the taste of his lips and the slight roughness of his stubble before pulling away.

"Those documents aren't going to read themselves. Get on with it, baby!" he jeered as he moved to his seat to do whatever Harcourt had planned for him.

Over time, their alone time could get longer and longer. It came to the point where they could go an entire day without seeing each other. Obviously, there was a splattering of texts during that day that were mostly memes or good morning/night messages or whenever he got bored on his shift and needed some lighthearted entertainment.

Then came her mission. Waller had hand picked five of her agents and, alas, Y/, was one of them. It was the biggest quest of them all for the couple. Two full months apart. Adrian in Evergreen. Y/N on an undercover mission in Egypt to scout out the exact location where Doctor Moon was doing his gruesome experiments.

"I will check in as often as I can but, baby, I might have to go dark for a bit," she explained to him the evening before her departure while they were having dinner together, holding her fork above her plate with a worried look plastered across her face. "I'll try to call you everyday if it's safe. Promise."

He frowned deeply, reaching out for her hands and squeezing reassuringly. "I know you will," he told her softly. "That doesn't mean I won't miss you though. If something happens..." he trailed off, frowning even deeper, his expression becoming solemn and serious. He shook his head, not allowing him the chance to continue what he was saying.

Instead, he lifted her knuckles to his lips and brushed a soft kiss along the surface of her skin. "I can't lose you too," he said, almost inaudibly but the concern dripping from his words was unmistakable.

"And you," she chuckled sadly, "Please don't do anything stupid until I get back."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he promised with a playful grin. The smile quickly disappeared when she guided him to the couch and buried her face in his stomach, cuddling his legs close to her chest and wrapping her arms around him tightly.

"I love you," she murmured tiredly, already beginning to drift off to sleep. "I'm gonna miss you."

"Love you too," he replied, running a soothing hand gently through her hair. He wished that their first declarations of love hadn't been so bittersweet. He wished he had the power to say those three little words earlier in their relationship instead of bottling them up and just waiting for her to say it first.

Those two months seemed to drag and drag, especially during the later stages of her mission because it felt like everything was moving in slow motion and no matter what he tried, nothing he did worked. He couldn't concentrate on anything that he was supposed to be doing and it was stressing him out so much.

Adrian was working overtime, spending all his spare time training or out on patrol or doing god knows what with Chris to get his mind off Y/N for a few minutes, hoping that one of these days she would call him because, as she had warned, her team had to cut communications. It had been two weeks since she'd gone dark and he was getting really fucking worried.

To top it all off, the Vigilante mobile broke down again. Chris was supposed to be giving him lifts but he kept forgetting.

Sad, tired and lonely, Adrian finished his last late night shift of the week and locked up the back door with a huff.

"You know, you should probably buy a new car at this point. The Vigilante mobile has called it quits at least four times since we met."

No way. His head whipped up, face brightening as he lunged towards that voice he recognised so well. And when he found her, standing there perched on the hood of her car, grinning like an idiot and looking absolutely jaw dropping in a tight fitting black kevlar suit, all he could do was pull Y/N in close to his body and press his nose into her neck, inhaling her scent with the most contented sigh he could possibly muster.

Judging by the fact that she still smelt of blood and mud and sweat, he assumed she rushed straight here after completing her job. They stood like that for several moments as he wrapped her tighter into his chest, relishing in her presence.

"Wow, I forgot how pretty you are in person," he admitted breathlessly once he pulled back to get a good look at her face, admiring her features and how they'd changed slightly since he'd last seen her. Her hair looked a little messy due to her lack of care but she didn't seem bothered by it, her skin had been slightly weathered by the sun and there had obviously been a few all nighters, but that could easily be fixed by a night full of pampering.

"Could say the same to you, handsome."

Without warning, he pulled her against him again, pressing a hard, heated kiss against her soft, smiling lips and revelling in the feeling that she'd kissed him back, the warmth that emanated from her body radiating through his own. His hands travelled to her waist and tightened their grip as she returned the favour, running her tongue along his bottom lip to deepen the kiss.

"Missed you," Adrian mumbled as he trailed his mouth down to her neck, peppering gentle kisses along her throat and sucking a mark into the soft skin beneath her jawbone. She shuddered against him and let out a gasp, grabbing fistfuls of his uniform and pulling him forward as he continued to explore her. "Missed you so fucking much... so fucking badly, baby."

She laughed quietly, her fingers tangling in his hair and pulling him closer to her as she gave herself over completely to the sensations that he inflicted upon her with only minimal effort. "I missed you, too. More than anything..."

He nodded against the skin of her neck, kissing and sucking a trail up to her ear before pulling back once again, smirking slightly at her wide eyes, red lips and flushed cheeks, then affectionately nudging his nose into her cheek before pressing another lingering kiss on that spot.

"Sorry, I should've asked to do that."

"I'll let it slide this time," she began, trying to regain control over her breathing.

Meanwhile, Adrian was busy playing with the zipper of her suit jacket, taking it off with deft, nimble fingers so that he could slip both of his hands inside her shirt and caress the bare skin of her stomach.

"Let's go home? Your place is closer and you look tired," he murmured against her neck causing her to hum lightly and nod her head. "Gimme the keys, I'll drive."

The second they exited the car, Y/N was lifted into his arms, her legs wrapped around his middle and her arms around his shoulders. "I can walk, you know?" she chuckled, burying her face further into his shoulder.

"No," he said teasingly, shaking his head and tightening his hold on her, "Not tonight. Besides, it gives me more opportunity to show off that I've been working out."

Her laugh rippled through her chest as her arms tightened around him and she brought them closer, leaning her weight more onto him as she closed her eyes to enjoy the moment before they reached their destination, which was the shower.

"I can take a hint. I stink, don't I?"

"I don't mind it. You, on the other hand, will be complaining nonstop in the morning about how horrible you smell."

"You know me too well."

Slowly, he removed her clothes with the gentlest touch he could as he had no idea whether she had gained any injuries or not. When he peeled away her shirt and saw the fresh cut on her abdomen and side, the sight made his stomach turn upside down and his heart ache.

"I thought it was a surveillance mission?!"

"Let's just say Warmaster was playing both sides and we had to make a very quick getaway."

Y/N was downplaying the seriousness of the situation a tad so he wouldn't completely freak out, although that's exactly what he was planning on doing.

"What!?"

Taking his head in her hands, she gazed earnestly into his worried gaze, rubbing circles into the soft skin of his cheeks with her thumbs in an attempt to calm him down a bit. He stared back at her with such intensity that he started to wonder if his stare was actually capable of burning a hole through her.

"I'm fine, baby," she reassured. "I promise. Just need rest and it'll heal in no time."

He remained silent for a moment, seemingly contemplating whether or not he should believe her or not as he slowly released some of his tense muscles and a shaky breath from his nostrils before closing his eyes, resting his forehead against hers, allowing her to ease the worry from his expression.

"Wanna join me in the shower?"

"Kill me if I ever say no to that."

She reached for his belt and seductively tugged him forward until he leaned down, capturing her lips softly in a heated kiss as they undressed each other piece by piece, savouring every single touch and brush of their skin. After being reunited with her, he could finally run his hands across every inch of her body, enjoying the feel of every curve and dip and bump.

Getting them actually into the shower was proving more difficult than she first expected. Every time she'd move, he'd manoeuvre her back so he could continue his thorough investigation, so she had to do some distracting. And Y/N was very good at distracting Adrian.

Slowly, she started at the top of his cheekbone and began a trail of kisses all the way to the outermost corner of his lips. When he tilted his head for the next one to land smack bang on his kisser, she dodged to repeat her process on the other side of his face. Once again, he tried to capture her lips and groaned when she moved onto his jaw instead, making his impatience skyrocket.

"Kiss?" he begged as he grabbed her waist and pulled her flush against his body.

Y/N grinned against his skin. "I am kissing you, baby."

"No." He rolled his eyes and hooked his finger under her chin, forcing her head up so he could plant a hungry kiss onto her mouth, holding her close against him. All focus he had was on her lips now. Step one was complete.

Step two was a little harder. Peaking through one eye, she walked him backwards until they reached the edge of the shower and she mumbled against his lips, "Take a step back for me, big guy."

She could feel him smile against her lips before obeying and successfully got into the shower without tripping over the step.

Then step three was to shower. He pressed her against the glass pane of the shower, sliding his hands underneath her thighs, holding her securely up while his mouth travelled to her breasts.

"Are we going to turn the water on?"

"Oh shit," Adrian muttered as he realised that they'd moved- he did know that his feet had been moving, he had no idea where to - and turned the knob accordingly, sending a stream of freezing water directly down her exposed chest. She squealed loudly and clutched onto him tightly, burying her face into his neck as he chuckled at her reaction.

Soon, but not soon enough for her, the water warmed up significantly, and despite the initial chill, Y/N found herself relaxing a little in his arms as he held her and gently rubbed her damp back. Yet, she still teasingly pushed him away from her so she could reach for the body wash.

"Gimme it," he demanded, snatching it out of her grasp so he had an excuse to put his hands all over her body again, not that he really needed one.

As the warm water ran down her naked flesh, he took his time to ensure that every single inch of her body was covered in suds, rubbing a lather over her skin and relishing in the sensation of having her this close to him again after so long.

"How was work, baby?" she asked sweetly and began working some shampoo into his hair. Adrian sighed contently and leant back against the wall of the shower so that he could rest his head on it, letting the hot jets of water wash over him as he closed his eyes.

"It was... alright, yeah, it was fine. Not interesting in the slightest, honestly."

"That bad, huh?"

He shrugged nonchalantly and allowed his eyes to drift shut as she worked her fingers gently through his hair, massaging his scalp with her fingertips until he felt like jelly under her touch. His eyelids fluttered closed for a brief moment so the shampoo wouldn't get in his eyes and he couldn't keep himself from sighing again.

"I really missed you. So much it hurts," he confessed quietly, feeling Y/N stop what she was doing for a split second, then resume the process of massaging his scalp gently. He opened his eyes a crack then turned his head to look down at her, watching the love in those eyes shine right back up at him.

"I'm here now, don't worry," she assured, placing a light peck on his lips.

Adrian returned her smile and cupped her face. And that was it for Y/N. No words were necessary since she already knew how much he meant to her, even when he spoke softly, his voice dripping with passion.

"I love you. Sorry I don't say it more often. Never said it to anyone else but you," he whispered as he lowered his face down towards hers, wanting nothing more than to drown in the feel of her lips pressing against his, his tongue invading her mouth as he kissed her senseless.

"Don't be sorry," Y/N said softly against his lips. "Love you too, baby." She gave him another quick smooch. "You gonna let me wash my hair or do you want to do it?"

Tired and fully cleaned, the pair wrapped themselves in towels and dried off before getting into bed together and cuddling up against each other. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep almost immediately, her arms slung around his waist and her nose buried deep into the crook of his shoulder while he held her tight and kissed the top of her head tenderly.

Sure, he was exhausted too, but right now the sight of her falling asleep in his arms was something he cherished very much, and knowing that he'd be able to experience it again tomorrow was enough to make him smile contentedly.

Throughout his life he always thought that this - that she - was some absurd pipe dream that would never happen to him; but as he stroked her hair and watched the rise and fall of her chest, he realised that he was wrong. It was possible. The proof was in his arms.

Even when he didn't cling to her, she still came back to him without fail. And maybe that was all he really needed. Yes, feeling her was nice. Seeing her boobs was cool. But, he knew that was all physical. The love and care he felt from her told him all he needed to know.

No matter how far apart they were, she was with him. And nothing could ever take that away from him.

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jung jaehyun. | reiteration.

THE SEQUEL TO REPETITION! READ HERE!

summary. this time around, you have to prove a point to jaehyun when jealousy gets the best of him. but one thing he is glad for is that you’re forgivable enough to let him make it up to you.

pairing. y/n x nct’s jaehyun.

genre. established relationship!au, college!au

word count. 6k. 

warnings. explicit smut, swearing, unprotected sex (wrap it up bois), dom!jaehyun, sub!afab!reader [she/her pronouns] slight cumplay, bondage again!, spanking, clit play, oral fixation (it’s what i’m calling it now idk), foreplay (receiving), dirty talk, degradation (receiving), slight choking, rough play, breeding 0_0, i think that is all + johnny is sleazy for plot purposes and um jae is a little bit annoying but it’s okay, we shall forgive him,,, he makes up for it bc he is a big dumb softie in the end <3

ah, return of the infamous jung jaehyun everybody has fallen in love with… some may be sad at this new development but i’ve added a small plot to this sequel, whoops! not proofread yet bc i wanted this out for valentine boy’s (late) bday! enjoy and dni if this is not for you, half of it is smut :)

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THE SECOND JOHNNY opened his mouth to compliment Jaehyun on how much of a catch you were, how lucky he was to have gotten you, you knew it was going to be a long night. 

It was an annual end-of-the-year party for Jaehyun’s new firm he was currently working at. There were rare occasions where Jaehyun could bring you to work outings and since this dinner party, set at some fancy golf course, had plus-ones available, Jaehyun obviously invited you. 

And oh, how excited you were. After all, you were pretty close to being a college graduate and never had many chances to dress up nicely. You weren’t much of a party-goer but fancy dinners did sound nice to attend once in a while. 

So you tried your best with your appearance tonight. There’s nothing wrong with that. Jaehyun also loved it, considering how touchy and needy he was since you had slipped this heather mini dress on. He was tempted to just park the car on the side of the highway road and have his way with you after fantasizing far too much for safety purposes.

The only problem that Jaehyun did have was the comments you were getting from his coworker. He wasn’t all too close with everyone yet but he was shadowing Johnny as a lawyer and knew him much better than everybody else in the expansive room. 

Maybe the reason why he was getting so possessive of you was that he knew how much of a lady’s man this dude was. And oh, was Johnny one. 

“So how long have you two been together? For the six months I’ve known this guy, he’s bragged about his gorgeous girlfriend maybe once.” Johnny states over a flute of champagne, having politely grabbed two; one for himself and one for you out of courtesy. Jaehyun had to flag down a server for a glass himself. 

You hum, smiling easily, “I believe it's close to three years now?” 

Looking over to your boyfriend, his jaw tightens as he catches Johnny’s eyes wandering when you look away. He couldn’t punch his superior and cause a fight, right?

A call of his name from your pretty lips to take Jaehyun out of his violent imagination. “Oh, uh… yes. Three years. We met on my birthday.” 

“Oh, that’s dope. February…?” 

You butt in, your exaggerated interest (at least in Jaehyun’s warped mind) making his blood boil. “14th! He came into the flower shop I was currently working at to buy flowers for his mom. Kept coming in and giving her an abnormal amount of boutiques until I asked him out.” 

“Oh, really?” The biggest smirk plants onto Johnny’s face at the new information, eyes flying over to his shadow, “I’ve never heard this story before.” 

Giggling as you recall the fond memories, Johnny’s eyes are glued to you permanently, “He’s probably a little embarrassed. After I got Jaehyun’s number, he accidentally texted me his panic attack to his friend, Sicheng, on what to message me first.” 

Johnny practically guffaws at the story which Jaehyun didn’t find that amusing, the most passive-aggressive smile on your lover’s face. 

You suck your lips into your mouth at the sight, deciding to reign in your usual desire to brag about your boyfriend. And yes, you consider outing your boyfriend’s clumsy messaging habits as a brag. He was endearing.

Jaehyun settles his hand lower on your back, gently pushing you in a certain direction. “We’ll be right back. Gotta go figure out our seats.” 

Johnny nods in agreement, saying he should do the same as the three of you part, Jaehyun’s tight hold on your hip signifying his annoyance. 

Side-eying his expression, now dropped of pleasant formalities, you brush your hand onto your boyfriend’s. 

“Jae, he’s just being nice—” 

“You’re joking, right? He was obviously flirting—” 

Here we go. The cycle is starting all over again. You thought you two were past this. 

You halt on your way to searching the next circle table, bringing Jaehyun to look back and stand before you. “This is what we are not going to do, okay? Even if he’s flirting with me, ignore it.” 

Jaehyun rolls his eyes, “No, I can’t ignore it. He’s been eye-fucking you since we’ve arrived!” 

You grab onto your boyfriend’s shoulders, his nice hair that parted so neatly tonight already messed up from his anger. Attempting to smooth that crease out between Jae’s flawless skin, you rub up and down on his forearms. 

“Then just let him. I don’t care because I’m yours and you shouldn’t either at this point, considering how much work you’ve done to get this far and shadow such a great lawyer at this firm. Don’t throw this all away for me.” 

Jaehyun grits his teeth, his ears only attuned to further enrage the burning fire of green jealousy in his chest. You instantly catch onto what your boyfriend is caught up on, huffing. 

“It’s two hours and then we’re gone, okay?” 

When Jaehyun bites the inside of his lip, you repeat yourself, “... Okay?” 

“... Fine.” 

Breathing out a sigh of relief, you turn him back around and allow Jaehyun to continue trying to find your name tags at the assigned tables. You pray that Johnny doesn’t make any more out-of-pocket comments or do anything else that was slightly incriminating. 

Just for the sake of his physical safety.

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The night’s luck was not on your side because you and Jaehyun were placed at the table adjacent to Johnny. Johnny kept throwing his head back and whispering what sounded like jokes into your ear, which of course, your boyfriend seethed at. 

You tried hard to not seem so amused but the man’s dad jokes were out of this world. Since he gained a good reaction from the first, Johnny’s gigantic storage of them in his head had been spilling out his mouth nonstop. 

At a particularly funny one, you’re covering your mouth and bent over in trying to be quiet, Jaehyun silently grasping your elbow. Biting your lip to drown your giggles with pain helps in calming down, especially after you gaze at Jaehyun’s expression again and he looks insanely pissed at his superior. And now you for entertaining the latter. 

By the time all the good-natured speeches are over, plates of appetizers and entrees come whisking out. You momentarily forget about the entire dilemma for the sake of enjoying good food, free of charge. At the moment, you don’t realize your natural way of moaning at how good the lamb chops are is distracting to Jaehyun and unfortunately Johnny.

After what sounded too excessive for the situation, Jaehyun scolds you with a heated whisper in your ear. 

“Stop making those noises, please. It sounds like I’m fucking you.” 

Your brows furrow at the comment, bummed. The corners of your mouth are downturned for being yelled at, bottom lip jutting out. 

As the night continues on, the pout stays, especially at how you just being yourself starts to irk Jaehyun. The chastising starts to hurt a little and you want to mention it to Jae, just in the way you two promised you were going to mention anything to one another that bothered you two… but then you’d be hypocritical. 

After all, you were the one that pushed Jaehyun’s attempt at speaking his mind with Johnny. You should push yours aside for the end of the night too. 

Jae’s last comment about making you cross your legs though makes you see red. You really didn’t need snides about your posture or how to be “lady-like”, anything of that sort. You had expressed to Jaehyun multiple times how uncomfortable you were with those types of remarks and it felt like, under this blinded emotion of jealousy, all the comfortable moments you’ve spoken what’s on your mind had vanished from your caring and attentive boyfriend’s memory. 

You don’t mean to start giving Jaehyun the cold shoulder, you just get lost in your head, the both of your bad moods feeding off one another. 

From how long you’ve been dating one another, the one thing Jaehyun could not stand for was the silent treatment. You know this very well and yet Jaehyun notes of your silence before you realize it yourself, now fuming at your behavior too. 

The two of you end up leaving after dessert is cleaned off, way too early to be professional. Your worry about Jaehyun’s reputation clouds your unintentional muteness for a moment as he leads you two to the foyer, a staff member going to get your coat with the number you hand off to them. 

“Are you sure you want to leave now?” The incredibility in your tone doesn’t help the stoic look on Jaehyun’s face. 

“Yes.” 

It’s a short response that has you sighing past your nostrils. Back to your silent treatment, it was. 

“We’re gonna talk in the car.” 

You only hum in response, forcing Jaehyun’s palms to curl into a ball. He’s had enough; Jung Jaehyun hates arguing with you. 

Just as he turns to fully face your side profile, to address everything and scream his frustration out, the person comes back with your coat. 

The staff member is kind in opening up your pea coat for you to step into but Jaehyun takes it from the person’s hands, allowing him to be the one to do so. 

Tonguing your cheek in exasperation of Jaehyun’s irrational possessiveness, you tug the jacket on in one smooth motion, not wanting to be physically close with your rude boyfriend currently. You lead in the way to the revolving door and stalk to the car, the pain in your feet from wearing heels fueling your anger even more. 

You yank the offending shoes off before Jaehyun can even unlock the vehicle, exhausted from this night now that you two were leaving. Once he does though, seeming to take his sweet time in reaching the car, you step in with a huff. Twisting the knob to blast the heat, Jaehyun climbs to the driver’s seat and buckles himself in. 

He isn’t even looking at you. 

“Buckle.” 

You honestly want to not follow this man’s orders just to irk him, screw your welfare at this point. 

“I said buckle.” 

The commanding voice most of the time turns you on. But right now, it was just twisting your insides and making you feel stupid. Childish. 

Jae finally turns his head to see your chest rising and falling way too fast to be normal. Swearing under his breath, he leans over the console, acting like he was wasting his energy to yank on the cable for you. You deny the urge to tug Jaehyun’s hands away to do it yourself, not wanting to break your own promise of not touching him.  

It’s silent all the way to the freeway, where your insistent sighs finally make your boyfriend snap. 

“Please stop sighing.” 

“No, I’m mad at you.” 

“Oh, you’re mad at me? That’s rich with how you were and are currently giving me the silent treatment.” 

Your habit of biting would make your lip bleed at this point. 

“Of course, I didn’t want to talk to you, when it seemed like if I opened my mouth, you would scold me for it. And why were you so fucking rude to that coat person? They were just helping me!” 

It’s the first point of this entire fight that would set off everything else. 

“I was not rude.”

You finally turn in your seat, shocked at how Jaehyun was denying his blatant behavior just several minutes ago. 

“Are you joking? You’re that fucking possessive of me that you can be the only one to help me put a damn jacket on?” 

Jaehyun lets out a shaky exhale, ticked off at your tone. His attempt to try and be calm is slowly deteriorating. 

“That was not possessive. I wanted to put it on for you!” 

“Really? You know— that is rich— thinking back to how you kept yelling at me for doing the smallest of things earlier.” 

“I— I was not yelling at you, Y/N,” Jaehyun glances over at you, his knuckles turning white on the steering wheel, “I didn’t mean them that way—” 

“What other way could you have meant them?” You’re raising your voice now, mad beyond relief, “You have no right to ever tell me to cross my legs or not to talk, or to stop having the humor to laugh at jokes!” 

Jaehyun tries to cut you off but you don’t allow it.

 “No matter whether or not you’re jealous, I will never allow you to stop me from being myself. Screw you.”

It’s quiet in the car again and you know you’ve left your boyfriend speechless, grasping at some way to counter back. 

“After what I’ve told you about how annoying it is to get those comments, throughout my life, you just throwing out all that I’ve said about it and telling me to close my legs, oh my—” You stop yourself, arms crossed and now facing the window, “I cannot fucking believe you. I don’t give a shit about pleasing your damn ego and saying that I belong to you anymore.” 

“Baby—” 

“Don’t baby me. I’m done. I really might break if you try to explain yourself to me right now. Please save it.” 

You turn on the radio station to drown out the silence in the car, not able to stand it. As much as you stood by what you just said, you don’t like putting down Jaehyun either. You knew he was such a loving, caring boyfriend that would never just toss away your actual limits to things but it didn’t seem that way back at the party. 

By the time Jaehyun reaches your apartment’s underground garage, you’re stepping out in bare feet. The look of concern you get from Jaehyun in your peripheral makes your heart twist more and you two step into the elevator in a stifling tension. 

The ride to the floor is silent. And getting into the apartment is silent, spare for Jaehyun unlocking the door and letting you walk in first. You have the manners to thank him for doing so, no matter how upset you were within. 

Trudging to the bathroom, you begin to wipe at the makeup on your face, sad that you had spent so long getting ready and dolling up to only leave an hour and a half in. You’re biting your bare lips, now gone of red tint, to stop from having your throat tighten up. 

Jaehyun steps into your bedroom’s bathroom, sulking like a kicked puppy. He watches your eyes glimmer in the mirror and the way you’re unwilling to make eye contact. You knew that if you did, the tears would finally fall and you would rather not show how affected you were with this argument. 

The effort you’re putting in to not cry though makes Jaehyun’s expression even hollow, furious with himself for going so far. For asking you to not do things without good reason, for letting his unhealthy jealousy get to him, for ruining the one night you’ve been getting excited for since he had asked you to attend the dinner party with him. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” 

You’re afraid that if you open your mouth, it’ll betray how bothered you were with Jaehyun. 

“Please say something. I don’t want to go to sleep mad at one another.” 

You’re stubborn tonight, not giving in to the urge to hug him yet. 

“I don’t either. Let me shower first.” You sigh, bare-faced now. With your hand on the knob, you close Jaehyun out and take a hot shower, scrubbing the night away. 

Jaehyun sits at the edge of the bed facing the door, hair now all ruffled and out of place with the way he runs his hands through the strands. His tie felt suffocating, his suit jacket felt suffocating. He tugs both off and sets them aside on the accent chair you insisted the bedroom aesthetic needed. 

He looks around the room and notes how much of you you’ve managed to create in his space. He had gotten this apartment four years ago, never thinking or even considering having another being set up their life in here too. And now he can’t imagine the trinkets and books and scattered bits of you not being here. 

Every time you two fought with pettiness, Jaehyun knew what he was upset about was never worth losing you. Getting jealous because of how insecure he was of keeping you was never worth losing you for. 

So when you finally step out of the bathroom, all soft and wet and mellow, Jaehyun dies to tug you into his arms. Keep you by his side. But you side-step him and walk to the closet for a nightgown. 

“Shower first please.” 

His heart cracks just a little more. You wanted to talk this out just as much as Jaehyun but you needed a bit more time to think more things through. 

Jae takes the quickest shower he could manage and comes out to you sitting on the bed, playing with the threads of the mattress. He tugs a sleep shirt on and sweats on and then he’s catching you into his hold finally. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to ruin the night.” 

“I know.” 

“I didn’t mean to take it too far either. I let my jealousy get a hold of me.” 

You look up to him, big eyes with genuine confusion. “Jae, I would never up and leave you for someone else.” 

“I know,” He tugs his chin into his neck, playing with your hands in your lap, “I know that. I didn’t think properly at the moment. And I also just got mad at how my superior was disrespecting you. Did you really not notice how he kept looking at you?” 

His large palm lands to curl around the side of your face. “I did but, Jaehyun, you were right there. And I told you I didn’t care. Even if Johnny tried anything, you were right beside me. I’m not mad at you just because of that. If he was going too far, I also would have told him myself. I’m capable of it.” 

Jaehyun hides his face inside your wet hair. “You’re right, you are. I wasn’t thinking deeply about those things I said either.” 

“Say them to my face again. Right now.” 

“Baby, no.” 

“Exactly. I’m just proving a point. Just please… don’t do that again. It hurts.” 

Jaehyun cradles your face into his chest, teary. “Okay, I’m sorry.” 

“Please stop saying sorry. And do better, okay? And I’ll try my best too as well.” Your small voice is muffled in Jaehyun’s shirt and you grasp at the back of his black tee tighter. 

“Okay, I’ll do better.” 

“I’m sorry for being stubborn. And giving you the silent treatment. I got lost in my head thinking about what you were asking me to do. Just tell me when I’m doing it, okay? I’ll stop.” 

Jaehyun wetly chuckles at your maturity, so thankful to have you as the anchor in his life. 

“Okay, baby. I will,” He pulls your pouty face away from his body finally, cupping your cheeks and squishing them, “I am so damn lucky to have you.” 

You grin, “Me too. Love you.” 

His heart soars, the biggest smile overtaking Jaehyun’s face as well. “Say that again.” 

Pulling out of his embrace, you shake your head, fondly exasperated. “You big, overgrown child.” 

Jaehyun whines, tugging you back into his space. “Just one more time.” 

You huff under your breath, “Love you.” 

“Last one.” He chirps happily.

Laughing, you push at Jaehyun’s chest. He doesn’t budge an inch and your back hits the mattress as a result as you laugh breathlessly. 

Jaehyun climbs over your form, adoration in his coffee-colored irises. “One more time, please.” His voice is low and you sink your hands in the hair at the nape of Jaehyun’s neck. 

He brings his lips closer to yours and you whisper the words against his pillowy mouth. “Love you.” 

Jaehyun seals his lips to yours with the two words uttered, an overwhelming need to showcase his own love to you through actions. His tongue pasts the seam of your mouth, licking in and breathing hot. You fall easily into his ministrations and let him take control of the night. His stomach sucks in at the submissiveness you ooze, pulling away to place his arms beside your head and lock his elbows. 

His gaze locks onto your glazed eyes and puffy lips, heart lurching. “God, I am the one that belongs to you. I cannot believe you’re real.” 

You turn away, embarrassed. “You can’t say those things so seriously.” 

“It’s true,” Jaehyun whispers to kiss at your jaw, tilting your face up for more area to mark, “I love you so fucking much.” 

Giggling, the sound twinkles in Jae’s ears and he savors it, hands tugging at your waist. He urges you to grind up into him and you do so without complaint. Jaehyun controls your movements and lifts your hips to his crotch. 

Brushing the hair falling into his eyes, you savor the warmth in them. They crinkle at the intensity in which you stare into Jaehyun’s gaze, rarely seeing you get so quiet and attentive like this. 

“You okay, darling?” 

“Hm,” You hum, playing at the thin gold chain on his neck, “Just thinking.” 

“About what?” 

“Can you…” Your face flushes, the desire of playing out your request making your cheeks heat up. 

“What, baby? I’ll do anything you want tonight.” Jaehyun kisses your nose and you scrunch your face at the feeling. His hands roam your sides, now under your short gown and on heated bare skin. He mumbles a low “Warm,” between your breasts, love drunk. 

“Anything?” You clarify.

Jaehyun stills at that. “Well… most things. What do you have in mind?” 

Biting your lip, you look to the ceiling. “Nevermind.” 

He doesn’t waver. “No no, tell me. I won’t be mean.” 

“Promise?” 

Jaehyun smiles at your cuteness. “Yes, you big baby.” 

You pick at your bottom row of teeth. “Can you… um, tie me up again?” 

Your stupid boyfriend smirks. “I’ve tied you up many times before, darling. You’re gonna have to be a little more specific.” 

Horrified at the comment, you slap on his chest lightly. “I mean like… you know, near last spring… finals week…” 

“Uh-huh…” He tongues at his cheek, “Remind me again.”

He pretends to play oblivious with the silliest little smile pasted on, the natural dimples making his arrogant face look more teasing.  

“Jae, please. I seriously cannot say these types of things when I’m not fully turned on, it’s embarrassing.” 

Jaehyun falls onto your hair, laughing earnestly. “Why are you always so scared to say it? It’s only me!” 

“I just said it’s embarrassing!”

He curls his arms around you again, tight hold on your torso. “You seemed to have no shame that day though. I know what you’re talking about.” 

“Exactly my point. So don’t play dumb and pretend you don’t know what I’m saying then.” 

Jaehyun presses his mouth to yours again, the grin he has on morphing the kiss into just a peck. “You’re so adorable. I can’t.” 

“Please just get on with this then, no more talking.” With your whining, Jaehyun chuckles as you pull him closer to your chest. 

Interlocking lips once more, the kisses get more passionate and you tug on his tee roughly. Jaehyun pleases you by allowing you to do the honors for him, his toned skin always a sight for sore eyes. You’re desperate, tugging at his drawstrings (for real this time). 

As if he remembers suddenly, Jaehyun grabs onto your wrists and plants them above your head before finally leaving your bottom lip with a soft bite. Sitting down on his heels, he pulls unties the drawstrings out of his sweats and you quite literally salivate at his veins in his hands flexing. 

Satisfying yourself, you rake your nails through that trail of his. Jaehyun shivers a little at the feeling, watching the molten desire in your irises grow tenfold. 

“You’ve thought about this a lot, haven’t you?” 

“Please just shut up.” 

He squints down at you, watching your pelvis begin to move back and forth on his right thigh. 

“You know, I would usually tell you to watch your mouth and call you a brat but it feels wrong tonight.” 

You moan at the enticement, hating your contradictory ways. Just a little more than half an hour ago, you screamed at him and now you were directly being hypocritical. 

Jaehyun grabs a hold of your neck, kissing you softly once more. “What do you want? Tell me, love.” 

You gather your own hold of his large palm snaked around your neck, guiding him to squeeze just a bit more. “I want you.” 

“Do you want my usual?” He’s being careful and you grin with an uplifted hum. 

“Your wish is my command.” 

With that done and said, Jaehyun pulls you to sit up and tuck your knees to your chest before rolling you over. A squeal later, you allow him to gather your arms to your back. 

“Stay like that,” Jaehyun steps off the bed and gets something from a drawer, making your nerves spike. The drawstring was just there now, what was he going to go get?

Just as you’re about to remind him, you hear the snap of leather and instantly jump and stiffen. A belt. 

Jaehyun runs the material over the skin of your back, watching goosebumps rise along your skin in satisfaction. 

“Color?” He takes the tip down closer to your clothed core and you clench at the feeling. 

“Green, green.” Your breathless reply is slightly muffled from the way your cheek is smushed into the sheets. 

Instead of wrapping the belt around your wrists though, they curl around just below your biceps, above your elbows, and loop behind your back, just tight enough to keep them in a good position. You’re still bound but can easily move your forearms around. 

“Too tight?” 

“No, it’s good.” You attempt to reach for Jaehyun’s palm splayed out on your lower back and it stretches your muscles. Falling back on the action, you abandon the effort to not get a cramp. 

He swipes your hair over your shoulder and repositions you easily, lifting your legs to hike your hips up higher. Jaehyun reaches your clit, already swollen and ready to be stimulated, gently brushing against the nub over your underwear. 

His abdomen stiffens at the sounds you make, so shaky and uncontrollable. Jaehyun wishes he could record it and play it back in his head whenever he wanted to. 

“I’ll be nice tonight. How does that sound, doll?” Two fingers spread your lips, “Good?” 

You grunt in reply, rearing your butt towards Jaehyun’s touch. What you don’t realize is that Jaehyun’s face is there and you bump your clit on his nose. 

“Want me to eat you out?” 

“Fuck, please Jae. Anything, at this point—” Before you can say more, he suctions his lips around your clit and flicks at it with his tongue through the fabric. Writhing at the pleasure, you die to dig your hands into Jaehyun’s wet mop of hair. Your toes curl and fingernails pinch at the skin of your palms, a cry pushing past your lips before you can help it. 

Jaehyun hauls your flimsy excuse of underwear down your legs, not taking the time to hook them off your bottom half all the way before placing the flat on his pink muscle on your lips, thrusting shallowly into your sopping cunt while he massages at the meat of your ass. You can feel your heartbeat in your throat and permitting yourself to drown in how good it feels, your back slackens before your body sinks into the mattress further. 

He doesn’t grant you any reprieve, roughly yanking at your hips to bury his tongue further within your clenching walls. He groans like a man starved as a sharp slap lands on one buttcheek, soothing the burn after by skimming over the newly irritated skin. His expert thumb begins rubbing at your clit, adamant on making you cum from his attentive care. 

Your begs rise into a high-pitch, breathing heavy. Jaehyun’s long arms inch under the hem of your nightgown to tweak at your stiffened nipples, perk and sensitive at the touch. Your severe problem of always moving too much harshly causes Jaehyun to jerk back from your center. You moan at the loss of contact.  

“Baby, behave before I make you, you hear me?” 

“I was getting close, Jae!” 

“No attitude. I don’t wanna punish you right now.” 

You smirk out of breath, knowing Jaehyun will hear the enticement in your words. “If it’ll make you make me cum faster, fuck it.” 

A tight grip wraps around your throat again and you shudder, loving the snugness of the action. It felt natural to have his hand there, so in control of the way you suck in air. 

“You’re testing me.” 

“And?”

You immediately regret your scoff of misconduct, the other cheek he hadn’t harmed earlier, even worse with a sting than the first. 

“I honestly believe you like me treating you like this,” Jaehyun whispers, climbing over your vulnerable figure and in contrast to his unrestrained discipline just seconds ago, languidly grasping at your hair, “Don’t you? You like me, making you wet from the way I do?” 

The gentle fingers that were combing in your hair tangle into an unyielding fist in a flash, forcefully twisting your face in the opposite direction from before. Jaehyun bends close to your heated face, the amusement at your quietness obvious in his curled lips. 

“Gosh… I can’t wait to fuck you into this mattress.” He emphasizes his point by bucking his hips forward and you can feel the hard length through his sweats at your sopping center. You swallow down the moan digging up to your lips. 

“Why so silent suddenly? Finally want to be a good girl and listen?” 

The last sentence makes you grit your teeth. “No, not anymore really.” 

“Fine,” The tone is final. Jaehyun gets out of your space, running his pointer finger down your spine. “All fine by me.” 

Your mind turns at that, confused. You can’t predict what Jae will do next and can’t see well from how you’re positioned. From a guess, Jaehyun has pulled off his sweats at last. 

You instinctively push at the pressure Jaehyun places on your core, swiping through your wetness only to retract a second later. Reminded of your stubborn hold on misbehaving tonight, you still your bottom from desperately bumping back. 

He shifts to kneel right in your eye’s view on the bed, skin a glow from the lamplight on your bed stand. Jaehyun runs a haphazard hand through his damp hair while the other holds his hard member. Your stomach sucks in at the appetizing sight, eyes glued to the way his dick twitches. 

His tight hold of your chin places enough strength in it to heave your upper half from the bed. Jae’s thumb pushes past your closed lips forcefully and then fights past your clenched teeth to plunge three fingers into the tight expanse of your mouth.

You whimper in complaint, his blunt nails scratching at your tongue to produce more saliva. Once satisfied, Jaehyun takes his now-soaked fingertips out, easing your jaw and humming. Thumbing at his blushing red tip with your saliva, he pinches your cheeks and pouts mockingly. 

“Since you were so impatient, you’re going to have to wait a little longer now. How does that sound?” 

Now you genuinely whine, helplessly watching as he lubricates himself with your spit and starts pumping with a firm clutch and loose wrist. Jaehyun throws his head back, eyes lidded and thick neck showcased. 

Your fingers physically wiggle in the complaint. You can only hold yourself back for so long. The groan of gratification that escapes Jaehyun has you break in resolve, unable to handle watching this. 

“Jae, please!” 

He laughs with the hottest smile on. It sounds so damn attractive, you tremble. “No, I don’t give a shit. Just lay there with your needy cunt in the air and watch me.” 

“Please, no. No no, you said you’d be nice.” Fighting to inch closer, at last, Jaehyun looks down at you and pushes hair away from your pained face. 

“Color?” 

“Green, Jae. Fuck.” 

“You want me to be nice?” 

Nodding resolutely, your mewl does little to deter Jaehyun from still jerking off. He licks at his lower lip, in dire need to compete with your strong will. 

“Then beg.” 

Huffing, you close your eyes. “Please.” 

“Do better.” 

The slick sounds of his hand moving on his member have your walls clenching down on nothing. 

“Please, Jae. Please.” 

“God, I wanna paint that pretty face of yours.” Your eyes are getting wet from how desperate you are.

Ass wriggling in the air, you sob out, “I can’t stand it anymore, Jae, I swear if you don’t fucking do something right now—!” 

He chuckles and takes his hand away from his dick. Going down to plant a peck on your raw-bitten lips, Jaehyun gives into your commands without any more delays. 

“So needy, my girl.” 

Your thighs shake in anticipation, warm hands enveloping your waist and tugging it flush to Jaehyun’s stiff member. He ruts between your legs, bumping into your sensitive clit. You can’t hide your yearning anymore, moaning from the simplicity of being touched anywhere near your core again. 

Jaehyun seizes the bottom of your thin gown, wrinkling it in his journey to shove it up to your armpits. You clamp down on the light silk material for Jaehyun to roam your breasts easier. Your shared moans of gratification at his tip catching on your entrance forces your butt to ram back.

“I gotta prepare you first, darling, relax for a second,” Jaehyun mutters breathless, quickly playing with your wetness now. 

“No, no, I’m good. Please, Jae, I need you right now. Green, green, green.” You couldn’t care less how whiney you sounded anymore. 

He sinks a finger into your hot walls and instantly starts pumping in and out, groaning obscenely at the temperature and feeling his balls tighten. 

“I can’t, I’ll hurt you.” 

“I couldn't care less right now, baby, please. Green!” 

Jaehyun adds another finger, curling and scissoring to make sure. The whimpers flying out your mouth work in combination with the signature hard quivering of your entire body. From being held on the edge for so long, he isn’t surprised you’re on the cusp of an orgasm.

“I’m so close, Jae, I can’t—” 

Rocking fast in tandem with Jaehyun’s thrusting hand, you come hard, moaning long into the sheets and drooling. You barely register Jaehyun retracting from your insanely tight pussy, only to replace his long fingers with his round tip. 

Shoving past your clenched entrance, you’re worked into oversensitivity, edging on delicious pain and pleasure as Jaehyun knocks his way into you. Meek noises spill past your mouth, fully heard as soon as Jaehyun roughly tugs at the belt locking your biceps back. You’re lifted off the mattress as Jaehyun leans back, using his weight to drive back into your spasming walls with force.

Breathless as he curses, his other free hand that gripped your left hip goes to yank at your hair. Jaehyun prods at a spot he’s never reached before and you jerk at the sensation, vocal cords being ripped to shreds at the noises you’re making. 

Unable to handle the position anymore, Jaehyun forces your front to lay flat, practically mounting you as he kneels on the bed. He digs his hand to position under your belly while the other arm’s elbow locks beside your head. 

He knocks at your chin to mouth at your shoulder, the guttural growl that sounds out just at your ear has your cunt tightening. 

“Fuck, I can feel myself, right here,” Jaehyun pushes up at your soft belly, placing pressure on his cock working in and out of you. He whispers his next sentence but you catch it easily. 

“Wanna knock you up so damn bad.” 

The words make you cry out and you abandon your laxness, pushing your ass up to meet Jaehyun now. 

“Oh, you want that? Hm? You want me to fill you up, stuff you full?” 

You curse, nodding your head because no sensible words will come out from how well you’re being pounded. Jaehyun spreads your cheeks, pulling away from your upper half to work into you faster and chase his high. 

With a drawn-out groan, he releases into you, slowly easing out as he goes and pumps himself of everything he has. Jaehyun paints your pussy with his final spurt, collapsing with only his upper half on the sheets to watch you ooze out his essence. 

“Holy… fucking shit, I love you.” 

You’re too tired to even reply, kicking your calves in the air and spreading your thighs at the command of Jaehyun. At his prodding this time, you utter, “Yellow,” pulling Jaehyun’s hand away from your puffy cunt. 

“You okay, love?” Jaehyun throws himself while catching his breath on the bed, laying beside you as he undoes the belt with haste. You spread your arms at freedom, tiredly rubbing at the red spots created from the belt. 

“Baby?” Jae tilts up in concern.

“Oh, sorry. Yes, I’m okay, sorry.” He runs up to kiss your mouth, while at it, tugging at your waist and laying you down on top of his chest. 

He’s rubbing his cheek against yours, placing the softest kisses on every inch of your face in adoration. You giggle at the sensation of one on your nose again, eyes closed but feeling the way Jaehyun grins broadly at the sound. 

“Can you say it one more time? One more?” 

His voice is deep but oh so light; you smile and open your eyelids to absorb Jaehyun’s plea properly. 

“You gonna keep making me reiterate myself so much?”

Jaehyun nods cutely. Landing a long, loving kiss on his plush lips, you tell him again. You’ve told him and will tell him for as long as you will live: 

“I love you.”

[female-malice]

What is stopping us from starting lots of little salon/house party/hangout networks?

Besides the pandemic I mean lol but this could be like tailored to the situation. Urban parks exist and some events could be there for the cautious or just outdoors lovers

I already have a (very new) library book club group and I’ve thought hm, when this has been around for a year I want to start inviting everyone who sticks around to my apartment on the regular. I mean not just like friends but more of an open “go ahead and invite your own friends too” situation for women

When I ask myself what’s stopping me most, for real, it’s fear of assholes, thieves (even if I understand why some steal), political hot points among lesbians and “lesbians” leading to cool new social circle -> circle of people who hate each other and ruin each other’s lives, and just the other kind of risks anyone always runs opening their lives to a wide circle of acquaintances and new people. How to deal?

Honestly, still a dope idea. Urban separatism >>> hippy forest cults every day of the week.

Also... can't we just have NORMAL women's agriculture and sustainability? Without the political lesbian hippy alternative medicine vibe?

I think a good metric for female separatism is the "Sophie" metric. I'm making it up as we speak. Sophie is a pro basketball player. A straight farm girl from Missouri. She's a beast physically. Like 6'1" 180 lbs of power. She's capable and skilled at a blue collar trade. She also ended up in a pro sport where straight women are the minority. She's not exactly liberal. She's religious. I doubt she even votes at all. But most of her bosses, mentors, and coworkers are lesbian women and black women.

Some fans canceled her for saying female athletes deserve better than being forced to compete against trans women lol. Problematic queen.

Anyway, the Sophie metric is simple. Is your female separatist project Sophie friendly? Is your project open to any woman with relevant skills who works well with others? Women's basketball is Sophie friendly even though she isn't politically correct.

But I really doubt the Sophies of the world want to lend their skills to political lesbian feminist women's land. Sophie has no problems working with and befriending gay women. But no one at her job is hassling her about her personal life or spirituality or politics. She chooses to spend 90% of her time around only other women. But I doubt she's ever read about separatist theory. She simply enjoys the female camaraderie in her line of work.

That should be the goal, really. Separatism should tap into women's instinctive drive for female camaraderie. The theory and books and ivory tower academic side doesn't matter if the Sophies of the world aren't interested.