#I literally can’t stop watching it I’ve watched it 5 times
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Baby Reindeer is just such an incredible piece of art like I adore good storytelling but there is nothing I love more than music and how it can enhance and shape any experience it’s a part of and the way the soundtrack of that show is so perfectly put together to make the viewer feel exactly what Richard Gadd wanted the viewer to feel is so unique and impressive I’ve never seen any sort of made-for-screen content get it that right before
#when he googled Martha and happy together is playing like are you kidding that scene the first time you watch it is insane#theatre gets it right more often than movies and television does and I think that’s why this show is so well done#bc it was a stage show first#I literally can’t stop watching it I’ve watched it 5 times#if you haven’t seen it watch it and then come talk to me about it bc I only want to talk about it forever#baby reindeer#Richard gadd#Netflix#baby reindeer netflix
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Bitches be like “I’ve spent so long chasing after this person that it’s time I move on and fall in love with someone else” and it’s literally the exact same person
#I HATE THIS SHOW SO MUCH#*binges season 5*#no new episodes until mid June I think I will implode#‘you’re not listening marionette’ STOP STOP IM ALREADY DEAD#AGHHHHHHHHHHH#And then they make an episode that’s more serious and gets into marionettes trauma and why she has a hard time sharing her feeling#while simultaneously undermining so many other characters and contains 50 plot holes#like first of all. justice for Kim homeboy would NOT act like that ad he found out he hurt marionette I’m sorry but that was uncalled for#and also you can’t just de transform and immedietly re transform when you use the power of the miraculous???? you have to feed tiki first???#bruh this is season 5 how did you let that slip????#and LUKA 💖🤩❤️🫡😤😍🏆🥰#I’m so sad he’s dipping for now but GOD that episode was good#I WISH he got a moment alone with adrien after the reveal but the little glance at the end???? I’m on the floor I can’t take it#ANYWAY#I’ve been watching this show since the summer before sophmore year of high school#and it’s currently the summer before my 5th year of colleg#I’ve waited so long for this I am EATING UP literally every interaction between marionette and adrien#‘I can’t do it yet’ ‘it’s ok we have time’ BITCH I DONT#ITS BEEN 7 YEARS FUCKING KISS ALREADY#GOD#I’m going to be insufferable when the movie comes out this summer apologies in advance
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not even funny how hard i was crying yesterday like jesus christ
#honestly might be the hardest i’ve cried (at least in a very long time)#like i was a MESS#and what was it at???#jjk spoilers#jjk season 2 spoilers#NANAMI. AND MAKI. AND MEGUMI AND TOJI.#i was crying for like 4 episodes straight or something and then toji decided to pull that ‘not zenin? i’m glad’ EXCUSE ME SIR#also like toji’s alright he’s not my favourite but OH MY GOD and his eyes changed 😭😭😭😭😭#i’d just finished crying over nanami getting barbecued and then i was off again#i got spoiled for him dying on tiktok spoilers are basically inescapable but oh my god#in the scene where miwa is crying over mechamaru like hands crossed in her chest leaning over that was actually me#i literally had my head parallel to my bed and my arms crossed to my chest like i can’t get communion or some shit 😭😭😭😭#and i had to keep turning my head to look at my tv and just kept sobbing#because by the time he actually died i’d stopped crying because it had been like 5 episodes or something but i was sobbing#and it caught me so off guard when jogo got them i was literally staring at the screen going ‘WHAT?’ before i started crying my eyes out#the pipeline my camera roll goes through its pictures of nanami from like the first episodes of the season and then it’s me crying 😭😭😭😭#i felt so ill about it all i literally couldn’t finish my dinner i ate like a birdseye chicken fillet and then had to give up#also keep in mind i dedicated my entire day to jjk like i watched the movie and then watched all of season 2 in like 9 and a half hours#so when nobara died i was so exhausted i couldn’t even cry i just sort of went ‘you what’ at the screen and had to sit there in pain#but it was so so good all the same like damn#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk season 2#zad talks
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Watched dream master and forgot to liveblog it but basically my thoughts were. This movie is so dumb I love it so much.
#ok. scream like the first one is still my favorite stand-alone bc it’s like. top 5 movies over all for me#but nightmare on elm street is probably my favorite as a franchise. like the sequels are the best quality. to me.#the fucking. time loop with the diner while hes killing Debbie and they can’t get out until she’s dead even tho they know what’s happening#I just can’t get into Friday the 13th. I’ve literally tried like 3 times. maybe I neeed to stop just rewatching the first two tho…….#that’s the problem with f13. I need to just suck it up and get through the ones that were trying to me real movies so I can get to the ones#that are fun.#if anyone knows when that starts lmk bc that’ll change how soon I actually watch them#parky does 31 for 31
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The Jojo’s as my fav mysoginists
#SKSKSKSKS /hj btw but like ALSKSKWK Bro.#I haven’t spoken about it here but I’ve been in the process of watching Jojo’s from like the past 4 months and I am#literally making it through to reach part 4 and 5 bc I know they’ll be my favs but my god the things I’ve endured#I know y’all love joutarou but I cannot and I can’t emphasize this enough stand him !!!!! bestie has never been told to stfu ever#like joestar is mysognistic but he tries to hide it but this man straight up hates woman on the daily#and the franchise itself kinda falls into certain tropes that make me feel iffy#except for you Lisa Lisa the most girlboss ever !!!!#but yeah every time this man shouts at his mom and the way she had to get sick on her death bed and be like oh I love being sick bc people#actually treat me nice when I am in my death bed made me stop for a whole second#ALSKSKWKKW AHI NO ES BB!!! ahí no es#but anyways chile I say this with a grain of salt it gives me the same mysoginistic energy treatment my girlboss Misa received in Death note#and I get it’s the time and all so I can’t wait to get to stone ocean to see Jolyne ending mysoginy#I am so scared of posting this bc I am scared of the Jojo’s fandom but I genuinely mean this lh I am still gonna continue watching it and#see how it goes#jojos bizarre adventure#anime
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sharing the bed with seventeen
how they sleep next to you
seungcheol
tucks you into his side and keeps you there all night
will not let you move, even if you complain that it’s too hot
his dramatic ass will say that he’ll die if he can’t sleep with you in his arms
pouts at you if you don’t go to bed at the same time as him
if you want to stay up later to watch tv he’ll stay up with you, falling asleep in your lap on the couch while you watch your show
“baby, just go to bed without me”
“i can’t get comfortable unless i’m with you”
jeonghan
a little shit
teases you whenever you want to cuddle up with him
but if you refuse to cuddle him he’ll pout until you cave
if you try sleeping away from him he’ll pull you over to him and smother you
loves to feel like he’s protecting you
always the big spoon, needs to be holding you instead of the other way around
“can i be the big spoon tonight?”
“no”
“but-!”
“absolutely not”
joshua
loves his personal space
literally cannot fall asleep if he’s touching someone, which he feels bad about
but at least he can sleep next to you!
will try to read you bedtime stories to make up for it
googles ‘best bedtime stories’ and ends up reading you goldilocks and the three bears
“why are you reading me a child’s bedtime story?”
“shhh we’re getting to the best part”
jun
blanket hog
you’ll have to sleep with an extra blanket next to your side of the bed so you can pull it on when you wake up in the cold
will claim that he’s not doing anything and you’re just imagining it
even when he hogs all the blankets he’s still searching for your touch
so, you might wake up cold but your hand is warm, engulfed in his
at this point you’ve stopped mentioning it to him so he doesn’t feel bad
plus the warmth of his hand is enough to show you he loves you
“i didn’t steal all the blankets again, did i?”
“nope”
hoshi
nuzzles his head in your neck
likes to be as close as possible
literally a baby tiger
so what if he feels safe in your arms? sue him
likes it when you talk about your day or tell him a story, your voice soothes him to sleep
“can you tell me the one about when you fell off your bike again?”
“honey, i’ve told you that story 10 times already”
“but it helps me sleep!”
wonwoo
surprisingly, is the little spoon
he’s sick of having to be so strong, loves being babied by you
gets sad when you go to sleep first, but he’s playing video games deep into the night, so who’s really to blame here?
but, will feel even worse if you stay up late just for him
“are you ready to sleep yet?”
“just one more round”
“fine, i’m going to sleep without you then”
“no, wait!”
jihoon
usually doesn't sleep until very late
is always working on producing and will even spend nights in his studio
when he comes home you're almost always sleeping already, he feels bad that he can't hold you and soothe you to sleep
but he opts for crawling into bed and holding you while you sleep
you'll subconsciously curl up into him, it always makes him smile
you constantly badger him about getting more sleep and he always promises that he will (he won't but he knows it eases your mind)
“when did you get back last night?”
“not too long after you fell asleep, don't worry”
(he came home after you'd been asleep for 5 hours)
minghao
doesn’t tell you that he does/doesn’t like cuddling
literally just doesn’t give you any information
some days you’ll wake up in his arms and then other days you’ll wake up about to be kicked off the bed
but, even if you wake up away from him when you try to get out of bed he’ll grab your arm and keep you there
“don’t leave me”
“i was just going to make breakfast”
“i said don’t leave me” :(
mingyu
smothers you
literally will not let you breathe
claims he needs to hold you to fall asleep, pouts if you don’t let him
you can try to put a barrier of pillows between you but you always wake up in a death grip
“you’re sleeping on the couch until further notice”
“i promise i won’t do it again!”
he does it again.
seokmin
cuddle bug ™
loves being close to you, absolutely obsessed with skinship
genuinely cannot sleep if he’s not holding you which is why it’s so hard for him to get sleep when he’s overseas
plays with your hair while you’re asleep
will not get out of bed without you, so he’ll just lay in bed and watch your sleep until you wake up
“have you been watching me sleep?”
“of course, i could never get bored of your beauty”
“you’re a sap”
“funny way of acknowledging that i’m madly in love with you”
seungkwan
big old teddy bear
sleeps peacefully as long as you two are smushed together in any kind of way
big spoon, little spoon, he doesn’t care if it’s with you
let’s you play with his hair, plays with your hair
he just loves you so much he’ll take whatever he can get
going to bed with you is his favorite time of the day
“kwannie? i’m tired, you ready for bed?”
“always”
vernon
very specific about how he sleeps
quite literally cannot sleep if he’s cuddling, also says it’s impractical
will link his pinky with yours or grab your hand in his sleep, though
if you wake up and get out of bed before him he’ll pout a little bit, he likes spending time in bed with you
your presence next to him is enough, even if you think you’re bothering his routine
“you sure i’m not messing up your sleep by being here?”
“i’d never not want to be with you”
dino
wants to be a cuddler but is a kicker
you can fall asleep in each others arms but you will be woken up by him kicking you and pushing you nearly off the bed
you’ll try and get back to a normal position with him but he will still kick you, making you grab a pillow and blanket and go sleep in the guest room
he’ll wake up to an empty and cold bed and feel absolutely horrible
will rush into your guest room and shake you awake
“did i do it again? :(”
“don’t worry about it, honey”
#seventeen fluff#seventeen imagine#seventeen imagines#seventeen x reader#svt fluff#svt imagine#svt imagines#svt x reader#seventeen scenario#svt scenarios#svt scenario#seventeen scenarios#mingyu x reader#mingyu fluff#scoups x reader#scoups fluff#wonwoo x reader#wonwoo fluff#vernon x reader#vernon fluff#jeonghan x reader#jeonghan fluff
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free use with a frustrated minho <3
wc» 1k
cw» fem!reader, free use, rough sex, slightly mean dom min?, some dirty talk, p in v, multiple creampies, oral (both f and m receiving), 1 mention of shower sex, 1 mention of somno
an» take this minho hard thought that i forgot to post earlier this week as a double post bc the chan.in x reader is fucking 2k words and im still not done yet lol... ><
“This literally never happens. Why did this have to happen?? I practiced this dance for fucking HOURS.” You surprisingly miss your boyfriend's indecipherable mumbles and continue to watch your TV.
Minho walked through the front door less than 5 minutes ago and is still sporting his stage outfit and makeup. He plays the part of some sort of lunatic all too well when he’s pacing back and forth and mumbling incoherent curses to himself. And you already tried asking him what was wrong- all you got in return was ignored as he slammed his keys on the kitchen counter and began this weird manic spell.
But all of this is in the past now. You eventually came to learn that he slipped up on stage today; you learned that all that fuss was because he kept making minor blunders during the recording of their MNET performance. And although it was a recorded thing, something videoed multiple times anyways and not seen live, and he wasn’t the center during these mistakes, he was still pissed.
Minho does not make mistakes very often, so he was upset that he even made one today. But the fact that he managed multiple across the many hours they spent in that god-awful building made his blood boil. But! Luckily for him, he has this very convenient agreement with his beautiful, lovely girlfriend who just so happens to be you.
And this agreement is exactly how he stopped dead in his tracks as he came to this “revelation” an hour after he had arrived at home. It’s also how the oversized shirt of his you were wearing got lifted up to your chest. He didn’t even blink towards the food you were cooking on the stove before he shoved your panties down your legs and slid himself along your already wet folds.
“Dirty girl. Wet when I’ve not even touched you.” He landed a playful smack to your ass and gave you no time to react before he slid into your walls, stretching you out almost painfully. You were thankful that you fingered yourself just before he got home, so the stretch was more tolerable than it would have been if he went in dry.
Minho ignored your pleas of “The food!! It’s gonna burn!” and “Give me one second, babe!” Instead, he wrapped one of those veiny hands around your throat and squeezed as he started moving his hips. He started off nicely, giving you slow, deep strokes. But he quickly found a different pace, one more to his liking.
And that pace included fucking your brains out, pounding you into the cold kitchen counter. If it wasn’t for the refreshing cold of the ceramic, you think your cheek would get some sort of “rug” burn. Well… you can’t really think anything, not when his hips slam into yours so intensely that you can feel your ass stinging from each thrust.
Although he holds you in place, one hand on your head and the other on your hip, he still gives you more than enough chances to actually stop him if it’s what you want. It comes out in the form of dirty talk as he goes on about how good of a hole you’re being for him and how he should “freely use” you more often.
It’s more of a hint to the recent kink you’ve been discussing, but it doesn’t go over your head, so you nod as best as you can. And, even though he’s pissed off and needs to fuck you into every surfance he sees, he’s not mean enough to leave you high and dry. So he lets you cum right as he does.
You’re barely catching your breath after the fact before he’s pulling out and admiring your messy form; your cheek still firmly against the kitchen counter even though his hand is gone. He manages to pull out and watch his cum leak from you before another revelation hits him. One that encourages him to help you step out of your panties before pocketing them and shoving himself back into his shorts.
One that also encourages his next comments along with the pat on the ass he gives you after the words have sunk into your mushy brain. “You don’t need these anymore. Keep cooking, I’ll be back.”
But don’t worry your pretty little head about it!! He won’t be gone for very long. In fact, you’re in the middle of setting the table with dinner when his hands return to your body, folding you in half and grabbing a handful of your hair as he immediately slides himself back into your walls.
The only “reward” you get is his groans of happiness as he fucks your brains out again, making sure not to leave out the comments here and there about how, “You’re such a good fucktoy. Letting me fuck you whenever and wherever I want.”
And he’s not done there, oh nooo. He’s still fuming about those slip ups from earlier. Now, at this point can he remember exactly what mistakes he made? No. Will that stop him from using you as his personal stress reliever? Absolutely not. So you should expect to be fucked into every and any surface.
So when he disappears to clean up after dinner and you’re returned to your TV for entertainment, he’s gonna walk up nonverbal and drop to his knees. Then, your legs will be lifted from the floor and he’s gonna shove his head between your bare legs, eating you out and even fighting back when you push his head away from you in overstimulation.
Oh and when you’re showering later that night and you let your guard down for a split second to wash yourself off, he’s slipping into the shower and forcing you down to your knees. He’ll get his fill from using your mouth, his favorite fleshlight, and walk out completely soaked like nothing happened.
You may or may not be overstimulated and sensitive to touch by the time you’re laying in bed, and you’ll be lucky if that stops him from taking you one final time. You’re also lucky if he’s mad enough to let it sink into the next day. If he is, he’ll go as far as to repeat positions/situations from the previous day.
Oh but don’t be mistaken! All of that isn’t happening until after he’s waking you up with a nice, warm, homemade filling.
#sian’s writing#stray kids smut#stray kids drabbles#stray kids x reader#skz smut#skz drabbles#skz x reader#lee know imagines#lee minho x reader#lee minho imagines#stray kids imagines#skz imagines#lee know smut#lee minho smut#lee minho x reader smut#lee know x reader smut
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a few things i’ve been obsessed with lately
1. body glitter. literally i can’t leave the house lately without making sure my chest, legs and hands shimmer. my fav choice will be my in the stars and into the night glowtions along with my diamond shimmer mists from b&bw. also love that new shimmer pure seduction shimmer body mist from vs.
2. mixed metals. stacking my sterling silver and gold charm bracelets and layering different colored necklaces feels so luxurious to me.
3. champagne gold. refer back to #2. i have a skin tone that looks good with gold and sterling silver. so when recently shopping and trying on tops i fell in love with the shade “gilver”.
4. black satin. buying new sheets and i bought some new black satin pillow cases to compliment my bedroom scheme and it’s such a classy and minimal touch.
5. hyper feminine music videos by black artists. been loving watching mariah carey and toni braxton videos. not to mention lyssithadoll’s check on it by beyonce costume #devoured
6. girly youtube. been binging youtube lately. not just for fun but for inspo. i have a list posted of my fav youtube girlies. been loving maintenance day vlogs and can’t wait to record some.
7. scripting. affirming and listening to subs while writing out my manifestations has been so fun and i’m an actual master manifestor sooo
8. my natural curly hair. sometimes i don’t feel like doing my hair to run out and check off errands. my hair has been in such a beautiful healthy state i literally don’t need any styling products, conditioner, nothing. just edge control and water and i’m out the door.
9. stylist videos. been watching a lot of hair stylists do hair on youtube (about to get a vixen sew in) the art of cosmetology is so prissy and will always be a worthwhile career choice.
10. gratitude and thought reframing. in the past i spent a lot of time complaining and being sad about everything that wasn’t going right for me when i’m literally so fucking blessed. like i have so much to be happy for. also affirming negative thoughts does nothing but make them more valid. i’m glad ive stopped
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He Chose You (Pt. 9)
Lucifer/Reader: Lucifer chooses you to be the mother of his child. Rated Explicit.
Warning: Character Death, and minor details of childbirth.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 13.5 | Part 14 | End
“You’re glowing!”
You’d scoffed while watching as your body literally began to illuminate from the inside out.
“Well of course.” You’d snickered, looking from your hands to Lucifer. “Every mother does.”
Your hand came up to clasp your mouth shut, but the Freudian slip was already out there. Lucifer stared at you and you stared back.
Your lips wobbled and torso trembled until you could no longer hold it in and burst into laughter. Elation ran its course, and Lucifer joined you — laughing so hard that he slapped his knee.
When you fell into his arms and let yourself be held, you imagined it would only be for a little while. This bizarro pregnancy had you on some kind of high, and all the worries and doubts that had been building up disappeared.
—
You can’t remember for how long you’ve been walking but there’s discomfort in the soles of your feet. The landscape changes as soon as you truly behold it.
The endless field of tall grass and the trees so tall they could touch the sky had been replaced by golden sand. You could feel its gentle heat on the ends of your toes. Beyond the sand is a gently rolling ocean, lilac beneath a honey gold sky as the sun has only just set. The sound of rhythmic, rushing water is so real and so close that you’re immediately calm.
Memories flood your mind like a sneaker wave. You’re a child again, running away from the water as it laps at you. The shock of the cold water goes away quickly and you want to follow the pebbles and seashells that drift back out with the retreating tide.
You look back, away from the sea, and see the blonde woman behind you. You grin.
She’s wistful.
It stamps down on your joy. The air is salty and wet blowing through your hair and inhaled through your nostrils. You want to speak, but you can’t think of a thing to say.
“I wish this was goodbye.” Her voice carries above the waves, muffling them until they’re nothing but a dull roar.
—
You awoke to the sensation of falling and seized in your bed. Lucifer startled beside you. He’d been sleeping wrapped around your belly; a compromise to laying perpendicular to you so that he could continue talking to the soccer-player in your stomach.
He or she had not stopped moving since they decided to make it known that they were, in fact, not dead.
(You’d chided the baby for that, and for doubling in size in less than two week’s time, much to Lou’s amazement:
“Hell isn’t ready to be ruled by two speed demons.” You’d deadpanned.)
“Huh?” He grabbed you without thought. “What—”
Movement erupted from deep down in your core, muscles clenching and unclenching quickly, forcing you to seize again.
“I think I’m — ugh!” You gritted your teeth. “—I’m going into labor.”
Lucifer doesn’t do anything for a long moment.
Then he flew into a panic before you could say ‘Jesus Christ!’.
—
The hallway outside illuminated with the sheer brilliance of your body, literally glowing. It hadn’t stopped since it started, only a few weeks ago. Fortunately, the glow was tied to an almost paralyzing euphoria. It was the kind of delight that turned your blood into gold while racing through your body. The kind that kept you from complaining that you’d become Tinkerbell.
“Steady. I’ve got you!” Lucifer assured whilst trudging over the carpet with you in his arms.
An influx of pain rippled through you for the first time, providing distraction from the mortification you might’ve felt in that position. It hasn’t escaped your notice that the Prince of Darkness was a shortstack. Your brain had a hard time accepting that for as small as he appeared, Lucifer was capable of unimaginable feats of strength and endurance.
So, you didn’t think about it. Instead you focused on breathing in and out deeply as your partner kicked at the front door of your neighbors’ apartment with the toe of his boot.
As if waiting at the door, Warren Farrow appeared from behind the polished wood. His expression was of minute surprise, but within seconds he was turning back and calling for his wife.
Lucifer managed to pivot the two of you into the Farrow home. Warren guided you with an unusual vigor in his step, as though he were a man decades younger.
“We’ve had it set up for weeks now, Sir.” Warren said gravely.
Through the convulsions, you observed the inlet that Lucifer had taken you into. It was like a roomy closet, covered in tapestries and littered with candles of all shapes and colors.
Warren’s wife was flitting about, quickly lighting the pitch-black surroundings until you could see the mere outline of things.
You were drawn to the center of the crowded room, where a humble white cot covered in white towels contrasted everything else.
It occurred to you then that this entire pregnancy had been a shit show, not the least bit because you’d never gone to any OB. You hadn’t checked in with any hospital, or stepped foot in one — how could you?
Therefore, any and all “check-ups” you’d had had come from your creepy neighbors with their tea and their scrutinizing questions and their buzzard-like stares.
You’d consoled yourself throughout with the brief, semi-serious talk with Mrs. Farrow three months into gestation.
“What? Were you a midwife or something?” You asked incredulously.
“Yes, honey.” Cass had patted your hand like you were a simpleton. “I helped deliver babies for over 15 years. I was younger than you were when I first started!”
You had stared. ‘Oh god, how many crazy cultists are actually nurses in disguise?’
“Here we go, all set. You can lay her down here.” Cassie came over brusquely, smoothing over the wrinkles in the cot before Lucifer put you down.
He laid you on the sheets, light as a feather, jarring as you felt your belly weigh you down. The King didn’t go far, reluctant to let go of your hand. You held on like a vice as well, gripping and squeezing with each contraction.
You felt pinches in and around your abdomen, but the pain was… off. It came not from true agony, but the overworking of your internal organs in contrast to the pleasantness that you embodied post-glow stick phase.
Hearing childbirth horror stories all your life, and just the horrors of raising children in general, you expected to be screaming and thrashing.
This wasn’t as bad as some of your past periods had been. What’s worse than that, however, is the unnecessary guilt you feel for how troublesome it isn’t.
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Lucifer struggled to remain in one spot as the urge to pace up and down the cramped little birthing room ate at him.
He didn’t want to leave you — not that his two hosts would dare make him, regardless of tradition — but old habits die hard. He was fidgeting, putting all his weight on one foot then the other.
You were his exact opposite, laying placid and relaxed on the birthing bed, eyeing the little room. Microexpressions flitted across your face, some of confusion and some of hurt, but aside from your firm grasp on his hand, and the occasional grunt, you may as well have been dozing off.
Eventually you glanced at him.
“Do you wanna sit down?” You asked calmly.
Lucifer tried to laugh but it came out like a strangled wheeze. “Nahhh, this is fine. I’m fine. Are you fine? I mean I know you’re not fine, but can I do something? Whatever you need, I can get it for you!”
His rambling ends with you bopping him between the eyes teasingly. “You’re silly.”
It’s inexplicable, but Lucifer’s mood lightened at your mellow admonishment. He meets your warm, drowsy expression with an adoring smile of his own.
“I am.” He kissed your forehead. “You’re an angel to put up with it.”
A too-loud rasp interrupted the soft moment of nothing but affection and kisses. Cass was standing at the foot of your cot, hands on each of your knees as she kept your legs apart.
“Get ready, honey. You’re on your way.” She hailed.
–
A cry split through the air and it went straight to your heart.
You gulp down air (Lucifer mimicking you without meaning to) with sweat pouring from your hairline. The lack of pain hadn’t meant a lack of effort, and you still felt like you’d run a marathon just to pass the little being currently wailing in Mrs. Farrow’s arms.
“It’s a girl.” Mrs. Farrow declared.
There was no attempt to hide the sidelong glance she gave Mr. Farrow. The lines and grooves on the elderly man’s face deepened until he resembled a gnarled tree trunk.
“Hmm.” Was his reply, deep baritone rolling like thunder in the tiny room.
Vehement indignance blazed to life inside your mind when the old man looked at you, critical and disappointed. You felt like tearing him and the rest of this old, tacky room to shreds. Yet, exhaustion had planted its roots deep inside of you, and all you could do was glare at the old couple from your makeshift bed.
‘Why does it fucking matter?’
“Gimme my kid.” You growled.
As if to piss you off further, Cass ignored you in favor of wiping the baby clean before passing her off to Lucifer. The old bat presented her to the King like she was a fallen bannerman’s sword, even curtsying while doing it.
It was so weird that it brought you out of your anger for a second.
Lucifer was clearly apprehensive, and his insecurity made the grand gesture stranger. He swallowed visibly, making eye contact with you when he couldn’t break away from the internal turmoil he was struggling with.
“Bring her to me.” You demanded. Lucifer nodded vigorously, cocking a head toward you.
It was fucking nonsensical, but at last Cass obeyed and brought you a bundle wrapped in silky black.
The baby’s wailing tapered off as soon as she’d made contact with you. And like a child on Christmas morning, you shifted to sit up as much as you could and pry open the swaddling cloth.
You sniffled.
All at once, the breath caught in your throat and your eyes welled up with tears.
The newborn was as flagrant as her father in terms of skin tone and hair. She hadn’t yet opened her eyes but already you could see none other than a spitting image of Lucifer himself. Right down to the rosy apple cheeks that made up her pudgy little face.
You were a little surprised to see that she had a nose. A little black smudge, puppy-like - anomalous like the little growths on her forehead and the itty bitty spade on the tip of her wagging tail.
She was perfect.
“I think she’s a Charlotte.” You manage to tear your eyes away from the miraculous hellspawn in your arms just long enough to search Lucifer’s golden gaze. “What do you think?”
His Majesty is a whimpering mess beside you. “Y-yeah. That’s perfect.”
Peeling the blanket back just that much more, you lean toward him. It takes a little coaxing, but sure enough Lucifer traces a delicate claw over the child’s tiny brow.
“Hello Charlotte.” He whispered. “We’re so happy you’re here.”
Adoration overwhelmed you, nigh on visible like the air was tinged with its color, its scent, its warmth cocooning the three of you.
Daddy, Mommy and baby. A strange but happy little family.
Lou embraced the two of you, hiding his face, and subsequent weeping, in the side of your neck while your baby cooed.
The background chants of ‘Hail Princess Charlotte’ and ‘Hail King Lucifer’ were, thankfully, not enough to ruin the moment.
Nothing could. Until.
It doesn’t dawn on you that anything is wrong when the glow has faded. It’s only the incidental look at your fingers, with Charlotte’s tail curled around them, that freezes you. Numbness then began to crawl up your body, as if waiting for the moment that you’re brain would connect the dots. The copper scent of blood made your nostrils flare and heart hammer.
Fear clutched at you in an instant. “Take her. Take the baby.”
Your desperate hiss and barely-there shuffle to push Charlotte into Lucifer’s arms fully had his face falling.
“W-wai-wh-What’s happening?” He asked, panic rising.
Mrs. Farrow is prompt, crone’s face scrunched and nose prominent as if she could sniff out the issue. She’s stood at the end of the bed, already lifting the sheets off your body before you can seek her out.
A stiff hand appears over the covers, covered in shiny dark claret. “She’s bleedin’ too much.”
Lucifer’s eyes blazed from where he hovered. “Why?”
The elderly woman was ready to shrug, but she stalled. Perhaps out of fear. “It happens, your Grace. Birthing a baby takes a toll on the mother, sometimes it’s too much.”
“Then why are you just standing there?”Lucifer bared his fangs, ivory in the lowlight. His eyes were a haze of vermillion, so opaque that you couldn’t find his pupils or the soul inside. “Help her!”
The truly demonic scrape of his vocal chords frightened you, as did the sudden appearance of tusk-like horns protruding from his skull and the fire coming to life between them. His beautiful skin marred and stretched and cracked as if his form were a prison barely containing the true beast within.
Energy crackled in the air, heat rising to blow back your hair and dry the air from your lungs like a flung-open kiln. The breath was stolen from your lungs as ivory wings shot out and overtook what little space was left in the alcove.
Reality was literally distorting around Lucifer’s warped rage.
Mr. Farrow, for all his reticence, reached for his wife’s shoulder from within your line of sight.
“Lucifer.” You hissed, bearing the brunt of his inhuman stare when he turned to you. It took real energy to speak. “I need you… the baby…”
It didn’t take anymore prodding for the blond to intercept your daughter once your desperation got through to him. The Devil slowly shifted back, revealing the depth of his fear in the cloudless turn of his gaze. He met you halfway - finally - and pulled Charlotte close to his chest.
A pang of thankfulness made laughter bubble up from your diaphragm. It hurt. Everything hurt again.
“Stop. Wait.” Lucifer begged, voice turned to ice. Fragile, cracking. His natural white glow had dimmed significantly like a cooling star. “This isn’t— I promised you this wouldn’t happen! This can’t happen!”
A shudder ran through you.
“Hey.” You lifted a hand and placed it on his pale cheek, thumb brushing over where white met red. “Nothing… for it now.”
“No, don’t, that’s… No.” His agony was so palpable, as his fury had been.
“You’re gonna be a great dad.” You murmured.
Lucifer bowed over the side of the bed with Charlotte snug against him. You could feel the warmth of his breath, and then the splash of his tears against your cheek as he broke down. You felt it deep in your bones, and the lump in your throat that choked you.
“Not without you.” He said. “I can’t do this without you.”
A pained smile was your response. Vision a-blur. Cotton tongue.
“You… will.”
Lucifer shook his head fiercely. “I promised you. I swore I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. I can’t… I can’t...”
“Please. Please don’t — ” Anguish turned Lucifer’s once melodic voice into broken notes. “Don’t leave us. Please, please, please.”
His sobs intermingled with Charlotte’s whimpering. She fussed as she was woken from her doze by the growing, tangible urgency. You wished you could calm both of them. Take them in your arms and make it all go away, promise that you weren’t going anywhere.
“Please. Please. Please.��� The word fell from the Devil’s mouth like a prayer.
You wondered if he really was praying. Praying to his Father.
It broke your heart.
The candlelight around you was getting brighter as the rest of your surroundings grew dark. Lucifer, as brilliant as he was, lingered somewhere in between. You squinted when his features began to fuse together in your mind. It did little to help, as large, dark shadows blotted out the corners of your sight.
Charlotte was bawling and you fought to open your eyes again. You hadn’t realized they’d closed.
You were so tired. The will to rise up and comfort your baby was dwindling. Everything had succumbed to a thin stream of light in a sea of darkness.
With a breath, and another Herculean effort, you opened your eyes again.
White blinded you.
And then you were nothing.
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being adult Vans controversially young gf headcanons
(sfw + nsfw)
I’ve had this in my drafts for a while and thought I’d just put it out there in honor of those new pics of her that surfaced earlier! some things were alluded to/mentioned in my fics for her, I just wrote down whatever came to mind, this is purely for fun, so here u go <3
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she was definitely nervous as hell during your first date, like to a degree where she almost felt sick because she was so into you. which you used to your advantage: touching her hand during the conversation and batting your eyelashes at her, tilting your head and smiling, all of it, so you could watch her get increasingly flustered
in general you have her wrapped around your finger, she’s utterly defenseless against the effect you have on her and she can’t deny that she loves it, how weak you make her feel
there is a distinct best friend dynamic that only adds to your compatibility as lovers, whenever something crazy or funny happens to you during the day you always think "i can´t wait to tell her about this later”, you could talk for hours on end and still have things to say to each other
she constantly makes fun of you for being on your phone too much. whenever she catches you sitting somewhere scrolling aimlessly she teases the fuck out of you for it, she’ll make you show her your screen time to say shit like “do you see that? 5 hours down the drain”
she does not get off on the age gap, it just happened to be larger, but you love to joke about it to piss her off.. like when she tells you a story from ten years ago and you drop a casual “while you were doing that, I was still in school”, and she usually shuts it down with a “stop! that’s horrible!” but secretly she enjoys it when you mess with her
she is not obvious with her jealousy, sometimes she even enjoys seeing women flirt with you (when it´s not too obnoxious), she likes showing you off but! what makes her absolutely livid is when a woman close to her age has the audacity to do it…younger women are fine but if some older woman eyes you up and down it´s over. she gives them the death stare and pulls you closer or kisses you
and men. let’s just say any man who has the guts to stare at you or hit on you when she´s there is leaving that interaction scarred for life (not literally but spiritually for sure)
your favorite random act of affection is kissing her her face. you take advantage of the fact that she doesn’t wear makeup up and kiss her cheeks or temple or nose whenever you feel like it; her go to affectionate thing is pulling you close from behind and just holding you like that for a few seconds, her head resting on your shoulder
Van is tough, she usually keeps her cool, but the one thing that makes her panic is seeing you in physical pain, especially when you cry or god forbid sob in front of her. it shatters her heart because she wants to fix it immediately and hates knowing that she can’t just magically take the pain away from you, but she knows exactly how to comfort you, holding you and tending to you with patience
you’re always her number one priority. if you’re having a rough day she’ll close the store early so she can go upstairs with you and comfort you, she won’t even let you protest bc it’s not a discussion to her, in general she takes it very seriously when you’re going through depressive moods, she’s a silly person but that humor vanishes when she senses that you’re actually not doing well
over the years her ptsd has gotten better but it’s still there in some ways, and one thing that she noticed is that her nightmares became way less frequent since you started sleeping in the same bed. and even when she does have them, they’re much easier to bear when she wakes up and sees you laying there next to her. in general you both opened up to each other a lot about issues you never told anyone about before
she became your personal chauffeur very quickly after you started dating (even if you have your own car, doesn´t matter), she likes the chivalry of it, so if you´re at a friend´s place and it’s gotten late or you leave a concert late at night, you won´t have to walk or take public transport or an uber bc she will be there, waiting down the street to pick you up <3
cinema dates, obviously. and I think you definitely discuss the films you saw all the way home afterwards and get wrapped up in heated discussions when you have differing opinions, when you like certain actors that the other person doesn´t, etc. (her getting kinda jealous when you think that an actress close to her age is hot, you asking her “be honest, would you?” about the younger ones. or if you both find someone hot you joke about inviting them to be your third)
I think being with a younger partner whom she feels protective over would make her more romantic, she´d catch herself saying things like "my sweet angel" or "my heart" to you in a dreamy tone and think what the fuck did I just call her... because she´s not used to being so dramatic with her affection but you love it bc it´s clearly very genuine
after a while of dating you convinced her to let you be big spoon sometimes and you love it, just burying your face in her neck, wrapping your arms around her and dozing off like that.
she’s a hugeee baby when she’s sick, whenever she catches a light cold she acts like she’s on the brink of death (and maybe she plays it up a little bc she likes when you coddle her and give her all of your attention)
even though she’s older than you, she’s definitely not much more mature and it’s kinda funny to you that someone over 40 has the vibe of a teenager at times and you make sure to tease her about it (like her atrocious eating habits that slowly got better once you started seeing each other)
you hang around the store sometimes, helping her out here and there, keeping her company, and you loveee how jealous some regular customers of hers get who clearly have a crush on her. you make a point of calling her “babe” or “my love” or other terms of endearment in front of them, kissing her, touching her, and just watching them pretend they aren´t bothered by it
it makes sense to me that her love of vintage film stuff also extends to photography, so I’m sure she has a film camera that she takes with her whenever you go out together, especially when you’re in nature or in a different city (she sneakily takes beautiful candids of you bc she knows you’d tell her to stop if she put the camera right in your face too often)
you´re the kind of couple that silently judges other people with just a shared look, whenever someone acts a fool around you, you just grin at each other while suppressing the multitude of jokes you both could come up with in the moment, saving them for later when you can debrief and laugh
you’re a very domestic couple, you love going out for dinner etc. but you definitely enjoy being homebodies together, nothing is better to you than coming home to each other after a long day and spending the rest of the evening on the couch or in bed together <3 (she loves when you fall asleep with your head in her lap, something about it is so endearing to her)
you sometimes introduce her to some lesbian pop culture bc she’s so out of the loop and she usually pretends like she doesnt care for it but then a few days later you catch her watching the film or listening to the song that you recommended to her
I also think she might “ironically” watch lesbian dating shows with you and develop some very strong opinions once she gets into it, she’d be so serious about it and you’d end up watching her while she watches the TV bc her reactions are more entertaining to you (you’d also probably have to explain a good amount of slang to her that the contestants use, her turning to you and asking things like what the fuck is a “situationship?”)
you’re a huge gift giver with her her! whenever you see a shirt in a store that she might like you just get it, same with little things like her favorite flowers or preferred drinks, you always think of her even when she’s not with you and it’s one of the things that makes her feel deeply loved by you
she´s obsessed with your scent. almost in a primal way, she can´t get enough.. a big reason of why she lets you steal all of her clothes is so that they end up smelling like you (she also definitely has a thing for perfume/cologne, she loves when the scent lingers on her bedsheets or when she hugs you and smells it, it’s addictive to her)
you got into the habit of tracing her scars whenever she’s sitting close and talking to you and it always makes her melt, feeling your fingertips on her cheek, it’s impossible for her to feel less attractive bc of the scars in those moments
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submissive. cannot emphasize this enough. there is nothing dominant about Van, yes she can take charge and be aggressive, but even when she tops, she does not want to make you bend to her will, her priority is always to give you what you need she’s not the mean dom type, wrong address
any order you give is immediately taken. nothing is more gratifying to her than feeling like she´s giving you exactly what you need and more. exceeding expectations is her goal, always, so the nights where you cum multiple times are her favorite
she´s definitely into being overpowered/dominated. with an age difference I think the contrast of you being younger but manhandling her is unbearably hot to her, it drives her insane, she loves when you grab her all over or tear her clothes off or push her up against furniture/walls, when you mess her hair up and get all over her, when you kiss her so hard she has trouble breathing, I think deep down that´s all she really wants: to be wanted violently.
dirty talk. she loves whispering sweet things to you during sex because she knows that her voice gets to you every time, it’s a sure way for her to gain the upper hand, to talk to you while she’s pleasing you
tits person through and through. Van knows what she likes and she will never ever get tired of grabbing your tits when you’re making out or kissing/sucking them during sex, or just admiring them when you’re getting undressed or showering together
her other favorite part of your physique is your back. her hands always find their way under your shirt when you´re sitting or standing next to her, she loves caressing you and running her hand up and down your spine, during sex she also loves having her hands on your lower back when the position allows her to
definitely loves switching! she knows she´s gotten good at pleasing over the years and she loves to show off and make you feel good, but sometimes nothing turns her on more than seeing you get that look that tells her she’s about to be devoured.
morning sex. she’s an early riser and loves the soft, slow kind of intimacy that you share during those early hours- she loves it when you’re still half asleep while she goes down on you or touches you all over, gently, to wake you up, she looves how endearing you look/sound in those moments
period sex. she loves giving you head when you’re on your period bc it helps you with the pain and she secretly loves the primal feeling of it, makes her feel deeply connected to you (callback to her writing i love u on Tais arm, shes never been scared of blood)
high sex. I think Van definitely dabbles in weed and I think she loves how being high heightens all the sensations, so I can see you getting high together and just feeling each other up for hours, losing track of time, lazy slow sex that relaxes you, lots of laughing/giggling in between
degradation. nothing crazy, but it does turn her on when you get a bit mean with it, when you tease her about being too good for her, too young, etc. when you make her feel a bit pathetic, it is impossible for her not to feel hot all over when you playfully make her feel inferior bc deep down she does take pride in it, that she got you even though she feels like you´re a bit out of her league
definitely loves missionary, the intimacy of it, kissing while fucking is her thing, for the same reason she loves sitting upright when you ride her, kissing your neck, holding you tight, chest to chest, she’s definitely intense with it, needs to have that deep emotional component to really lose herself
hair pulling. anything to do with her hair is an easy way to get her to do whatever you want, in bed but not just there, and you love it, always running your hands through her hair when you hug or kiss. (nothing makes her fall asleep faster than feeling your fingertips on her scalp unless it turns her on too much and you have to finish what you started by targeting her one obvious weak spot)
finger sucking. once you figured that one out you were relentless about it, sometimes when she touches your face you instinctively open your mouth for her and it drives her insane
she´s sensitive as hell. her skin, her erogenous zones, all of it. it´s endearing to you how easy it is to get her aroused, sometimes accidentally brushing her nipples through her shirt leaves her having to recover for a few seconds, kissing her neck makes her lose her train of thought immediately, a hand on her thigh makes her wince, you love warmer seasons with her because of this, touching her exposed skin out in public to get her riled up before you go home
on that note I think she definitely needs to recover for at least a few minutes after an orgasm before she can go again because it’s that intense for her
also, overstimulation. to put it plainly: I think every once in a while she just wants to be fucked senseless by you. Van is prone to overthinking and worrying, so I think it is exactly what she needs sometimes, for you to tend to her needs until her mind is blank and she can only concentrate on you, how good you´re making her feel. and to you it´s deeply pleasing to see her lose herself to your touch, it’s fun for you to see just how far you can push her (which is pretty far. she´d let you do whatever you want in those moments)
big into sensuality! sometimes making out and feeling you press down on her fully clothed, grinding against her, the heavy breathing and heat of it all, is enough for her to feel satisfied; she likes getting worked up without always having it lead to sex, I can also see her being into edging (both on the receiving and giving end)
the only “violence” she indulges in during sex is leaving/receiving marks, anything like choking or or slapping you with too much force is out of the question, hard No for her, she´d rather let you do it to her.
on that note: biting. it really turns her on when you get possessive and bite her, her neck, her shoulders, her thighs during sex (she loves when she takes her clothes off and finds random bite marks) but even outside of the bedroom she loves when you randomly use teeth when you´re kissing her, or when you´re sitting together and you get the random urge to lightly bite her arm, sometimes she lovingly calls you her little vampire/animal
public sex. for example out in nature when it´s clear that nobody else is around (I mean, she’s had some practice with sex in the woods..)
she never got into toys on her own but one time when she was over at your place you swatted her hand away from your bedside drawer, which made her curious about what exactly it is that you use to masturbate - which lead to her using your vibrator on you and loving it, just holding it in place while watching you come undone (maybe it became part of your sex life, using it on each other or together)
lots of spontaneity, sometimes when you spend a Sunday inside in bed you might fuck a few times a day, other times when you´re tired and have a lot to do you might go a few days without it, it´s all very relaxed and intuitive
she is obsessed with your moans. it´s the hottest thing in the world to her, sometimes she only wants to fuck to hear the sounds you make.
she´s never been into porn (if anything she can appreciate a good old vintage playboy) but! sometimes you watch a film that has a surprisingly good lesbian sex scene and forget about the film the second the scene is over because you got too turned on perhaps you end up recreating what you just saw
I could probably go on but I will leave it you to imagine more for her <3 (also I say gf but that´s just my perspective, this could all easily apply to a nonbinary reader too)
#did not expect to get a glimpse of season 3 Van on a random Friday morning it was such a jump scare... had a full body reaction.#like oh right I’m not normal about her at all good to be reminded. that insane woman in a baseball cap and flannel still has a grip on me.#yellowjackets x reader#yellowjackets#van palmer x reader#van palmer
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what would you say (if i told you i love you)? — charles leclerc
PART: 5/? (read part 4 here)
summary. in which childhood best friends blur the lines between what they’ve always known, and something more
pairing. charles leclerc x artsy!reader
warnings. it’s GROVELLING time !! sad charles, sad reader, swearing, everyone still kind of hates charles (as they should) angst but not quite as angsty as the last part
face claim. tara michelle
author’s note. i hope this is enough suffering for you guys 😭 i’m weak tho so there’s a tinyyy bit of progress at the end 👀 i feel like this one’s a bit messy so i’m sorry about that?? it’s also kind of just setting up the next part but oh well 😭 anyways, LAST PART COMING UP NEXT ☹️ i’m gonna miss this series :���(
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Sooooo... How do you feel about the season 5?
In short? Mid. 6-6.5/10.
In long…?
A severely rushed season that bit off way more than it could chew. A season that had the characters pull powers from their asses more frequently than ever before. A season that had shitty “dramatic” moments for the sake of having dramatic moments. A season that lampshades issues instead of fixing them. A season with so, so much wasted potential.
It basically boils down: everything they wanted to do COULD have been good, but they just didn’t have the time.
I’ll go into some varied details below. I’d also like to make clear- I’ll be tagging all of my Season Five Posts with “Lego Monkie Kid Season 5” and “LMK Spoilers” until August 1st. Then the gloves are coming off and I’ll stop tagging them.
(I still liked the season, for what it’s worth- and you can watch it in full here! I’ve got some drafts and bots cooking as we speak!)
This was a cute send-off to Flying Bark! It was nice of them to acknowledge, in some way, everything that those dears did for the show- because Lego Monkie Kid would NOT be where it is without them.
Significantly less cute-
The absolute kick in the fucking face that constantly superimposing old footage over newer, worse footage is.
You don’t want us to be constantly reminded of the animation downgrade- that’s the literal last thing that anyone wants. Why would you constantly remind us that it used to be better?
What the fuck does this accomplish? Okay, let’s make comparisons, cause that’s the only thing that can result from pulling this shit-
This is what happens when you constantly reference the older, superior content.
PEOPLE CONSTANTLY NOTICE THAT YOUR CONTENT IS WORSE.
Also, why is it so saturated? How do you make a Lego Minifigure look like he has jaundice?
It’s just a bad look to constantly reference content you can’t live up to. I’m hoping they’ll just recreate old content instead of sloppily pasting it into the background of the show- it’ll be less jarring.
Alright, what else…
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Uh, I fucking called it! Nuwa is not MK’s “loving though bereft mommy”! Which I had been guessing ever since the Celestial Pagoda leaked, actually-
I mean, come on. He’s literally stealing the stones away from her as she reaches to take them back.
And the Season confirmed it! Nuwa might’ve be been MK’s creator, but she certainly wasn’t his momma.
And you know how the series subtlety clues you in to how little she cares about her “son”?
Nuwa didn’t give him a name. She had hundreds, maybe thousands of years to think on it- but no. No name.
We mortals name our pets, our vehicles, our art. We love them enough to bestow monikers.
Nuwa didn’t even bother to name her own sapient mortal creation.
But when he makes a move against her, does something she doesn’t want, takes destiny into his own hands?
She calls out to him with one word- not “son”. Not “MK”.
Nuwa angrily calls him “mortal”.
Becuase that’s all he ever was to her, really. A mortal pawn. A handmade puppet.
Someone designed to fulfill a sacrifice. Even though her intentions were good, MK’s sole purpose by her hand was to shoulder the weight of the world like a good little hero.
So… a potential villain in the making?
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Lampshading the fact that you’re doing the “macguffin hunt” again does not excuse doing the “macguffin hunt” again.
Lampshading the “apocalypse after apocalypse” plots doesn’t make them any less exhausting.
Lampshading Macaque’s lack of narrative consequences does not undo the awkward and weak redemption arc.
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They changed Mei “no longer wielding” the Samadhi fire, I guess.
Ignore that she never displayed a hint of concern or sorrow over “losing it” because now she’s sad and worried (after backlash from the fans over her losing it) about losing it.
Like, Subodhi knows so much about the world and the universe that he’s aware of his existence in the ink scroll- but he gets Mei not having an interplanetary level threat inside her wrong?
I smell a retcon.
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Macaque’s redemption arc is still shit. I’ve got a whole rant queued to release soon, actually- I imagine it might be the final time I comment on his arc until Season Six.
To put it short- Macaque still falls upwards into redemption. No pushback or difficulty or introspection. He’s just a magically better person without any onscreen development to make the change believable.
But they reference this at one point?
Sun Wukong points out that Macaque escapes the trial without any punishment, and is just allowed to mope in place of an actual consequence.
So maaaaaayybeeeee they’ll do something in Season Six? I’ve lost all faith that he’ll ever be an interesting character again, though.
He’s essentially just “brooding rival #80058”. Instead of being a character that calls back to Seasons 1-3, from 4 onwards he’s just a brand new dude who totally didn’t commit any atrocities with a smile on his face- and he’s a worse and more boring character for it.
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If I haven’t misjudged the intent, I think Monkie Kid will be going back to being an episodic series for the extent of Season Six. Again, they lampshade the “apocalypse after apocalypse” thing, yeah?
And now they have a perfect formula- find someone who’s having trouble with their new power, and help them.
And we might see Bai He again???
Let’s hope for a good breather season!
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Rest in piss Li Jing their asses did NOT cook with you sorry papa
You could’ve been interesting in the writers didn’t try to pull a “loving father” bait and switch after you got like four scenes of being a raw jackass
If they were going to deviate from the source material and make you a good dad couldn’t it have just been:
“Li Jing, you were not invited to the trial!”
“STF that monkey son of a bitch hurt my baby boy-“
“Father I’m 300-“
“Hush son, let daddy take care of this- that monkey son of a bitch hurt my baby boy when he stole the Samadhi fire map!”
Maybe next season you’ll get to be interesting, hun.
(I’m still writing for Lotusfam though)
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Drama for the sake of drama. 0/10 scene. Could’ve just had the interruption come AFTER they held hands, but no. Gotta drag shit out for the shippers or whatever. There was no reason to prolong this reunion.
I’m really not a fan of the “just wait another season for it”, mentality. Stop stretching shit out. You had a chance to do something sweet and heartwarming, and chose not to for the sake of trying to drag a conclusion out.
Ugh.
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Characters just pull powers out of their ass for the sake of forcing dramatic scenes.
THESE ARE DOGSHIT SCENES
THIS MAKES NO FUCKING SENSE. THIS IS DONE SOLELY FOR THE SALE OF “MUH DRAMATIC FINALE” AND IS BAD
ITS BAD WRITING TO HAVE CHARACTERS PULL NEW MAGICAL POWERS OUT OF THEIR ASSES FOR THE SAKE OF DRAMA
IF WUKONG HAD THIS POWER FROM THE START HE SHOULD’VE USED IT AGAINST HIS FUCKING LETHAL ENEMIES AND NOT SAVED IT FOR HIS PRECIOUS STUDENT
MK NEVER LEARNED TO USE THE FILLET SPELL. THE WRITERS PULLED IT OUT OF THEIR ASS TO FORCE DRAMA BY HAVING MK TORTURE HIS MENTOR LONGER THAN EVEN THEIR ACTING ENEMY LI JING DID WITH A CIRCLET THAT IS CANONICALLY TIGHTER THAN HIS FIRST
WE SEE HOW FAST HE IS WHEN HE FIGHTS THE AZURE LION
MK CAN MOVE FASTER THAN WUKONG
HE COULD’VE BEATEN HIM THERE IN AN EQUALLY CLIMATIC RACE
I FEEL NOTHING WHEN I WATCH THIS BECAUSE IT IS FORCED DRAMA FOR THE SAKE OF DRAMA
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#Lego Monkie Kid#LMK#Lego Monkie Kid Season 5#LMK Spoilers#LMK Critical#LMK Analysis#Adding it here too#I LIKED SEASON FIVE#I JUST HAVE A LOT OF CRITICISMS
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my god can you STFU?? You keep telling people “you didn’t actually watch the show!” No you didn’t! You say Carol is a whore and a creepy person, when she isn’t . Fans of Carol x Daryl might say “oh this oh that!” But they are the ones making to weird, not the characters and the writers. Also stop attacking the fucking actors! What the hell is wrong with you? What did the girl who play Carol do to you?
Don’t get me started on being a hypocrite and a liar. And saying things like “I don’t attack people!” But literally are mean to everyone no matter how nice they are. (Yeah I saw that person asking questions nicely and the way you responded to them? Ew. Just ew. They didn’t say or bring up half the shit you mentioned and you were a fucking ass.)
Yeah the gross sexual messages are gross. I’m sorry you get those! They aren’t fun I know. Don’t respond to them, people will send more trust me! (I’ve had people send shit like that to me)
People are hating on you because you are a proshipper and have openly admitted to being okay with older men dating underage girls! (Don’t care if “16 is legal” it’s still gross and shouldn’t be legal) But when two people have a like 2-5 year age gap both above the age of 30? Oh no that’s wrong! Because the woman is older and has a husband before! (Even thought it’s not canon and she doesn’t ever flirt with Daryl. It’s almost always a joke?)
also Daryl is late 30s or early 40s I’ve always put him around 39. That doesn’t make shipping him with a 16 year old okay. Don’t care if she turns 18 at one point, that’s still so weird. (And I’m not saying Daryl is a creep, why? Because it’s not fucking canon. He’s a good guy and I love Beth and his relationship with Beth. I don’t see it as romantic because that’s gross! If you had a better explanation other than just “oh it’s legal” maybe I wouldn’t think it’s so gross. But yk you are a fucking weirdo for saying that)
Calling all the shippers people who condone SA and saying it about not even shippers? Ew wtf. Don’t even get me started on the fact that you seem to be a bigger fan of the ship than the shippers!
Oh also it’s not SA to jokingly flirt with your friend or provide comfort to them! Especially when they don’t ever out rightly say not to. If anything you go back and watch later seasons and Daryl likes being around Carol! Why? Because they are friends. You are the only person I’ve seen say weird shit. And again, THE SHIP ISNT CANON. Yes Carol has done shit, but they only reason you seem to hate her are because of a couple toxic shippers.
And I wouldn’t have a problem with any of this, if you were a good person! If you didn’t lie and say weird ass shit all the time. You probably are a troll I know. But it’s annoying.
(Also not everyone woman who is friends with a man wants them for sex? And if you are going to say characters are bad? Have good points! And hold up other characters (that are usually worse) as well. They are just as bad. Fuck you and have a good night)
oh also I saw you say “don’t make everything sexual!” No one is, it’s just you (also your ao3 bookmarks are public… why are you reading smut about a 16 year old and a guy in his 40s- sorry my bad can’t have my own headcanons, late 30s? Kind of weird… someone people not like us by Kendrick!)
xoxo a bitch ass mf (WHO DOESNT SHIP BETH WITH ANYONE AND DOESNT SHIP DARYL WITH ANYONE SO DONT YOU DARE DO THAT SHIT) eat my shit!
I saw you say if they don't say No then it's okay to verbally sexually molested them so everything you said suddenly doesn't matter.
#ask me anything#remember#if they don't say no it's okay#anti carol#carol is a disgusting old sock#carol peletier#carol peepee eater#carol doesn't know consent#carol is disgusting#Carol has a issue with “No” like a drunken man at a bar
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Fitness Trainer (Kim Seolhyun) (S) (BXG)
Author: This one was inspired from a Kdrama web series I recently watched so here it is... Also if you want to check out more of my stories take a peak at the Masterlist :)
Y/N’s POV
Hearing the news that a new gym has just opened in my town a couple blocks away from my house, I’ve already read positive reviews of the place as the staff and trainers are knowledgable of the equipment and proper diet and exercise along with all sorts of cool workout gadgets.
Not only that they also sell pre-workouts, protein shakes, and drinks, and of course the memberships required to enter the gym.
Honestly, the membership wasn’t too bad being the price of $25 per month and I decided why the hell not?
Changing into my workout attire, I grab my duffle bag holding all of my shower needs and a change of clothes.
I get into my car, start the engine, and exit the garage, the drive to the gym was about five minutes as it was close to my house.
Making my way into the gym, I was awestruck by the decor and how nice this place looked.
Walking up to the receptionist, he greets me and asked if I had a gym membership or not.
“Uhm, this is my first time here,” I answered.
“That’s perfect because we offer a ten percent discount to newcomers for the first three months and even a trainer,” The receptionists offered.
“Sweet, it’s a deal,” I accepted and he nodded.
Completing the transaction and getting the sweet deal, he gives me an access card that lets me through the doors and instructs me to wait in room 02 for the trainer.
Sliding the card on the electronic locking mechanism, it automatically unlocks the door and when I walked through the doors, I was again amazed by the amount of people working out and the top-of-the-line gym equipment.
Looking around for the private room, I saw a sign with the label “Room 02″ and the bottom text saying “Kim Seolhyun”. Guess she must be the trainer I’ll be working with so I politely knocked on the door.
“Coming~!” I hear a female voice shout.
Hearing footsteps approaching the door opens revealing a stunning woman dressed in a sports bra nearly exposing her beautiful breasts and yoga pants showing off her thighs and her thick ass.
“Holy fucking shit...” I said in my thoughts as I couldn’t believe my luck.
“Hello there, you must be Y/N, right?” She asked and I nervously nodded.
“Y-Yep, that’s me,” I answered and she smiled.
“Excellent! Please do come in!” She said and stepped aside.
Walking into her room, it was quite cozy and nice with two yoga mats set up on the floor along with a rack of weights and gym equipment.
“Please sit on the yoga mat, we will first begin with some yoga exercises,” She instructed and I did what she said.
Joining me on the mattress, she instructs me on certain poses and stretches which I find uncomfortable at first but I got used to it the longer I keep a certain position.
However, I can’t help but blush the fact at how close we are, her large mounds were literally smashed into my back.
Kinda makes me wonder if she was doing this on purpose...
Anyway, after the warm-up yoga exercises were over, we moved on to weight lifting and since I’m new, she starts me with 5-10 pound weights.
“Wah, for your first time, you’re doing quite well~,” She complimented and I chuckled.
“T-Thank you, Noona,” I nervously thanked her and she giggled.
Continuing lifting the weight bar, I squat down and up at a steady pace until she stopped me.
“Hold on! Your stance and position are wrong!” She called out and corrected me.
Once again, she takes my hand and legs, spreads them in the correct position, and tells me to continue my set.
“Okay, you’ve had enough for today, Y/N, great work today! Just make sure to follow the diet I’ve given you and you will be a pro in no time!” She explained and I nodded.
“Right, thank you again, Noona!” I thanked her.
“Anytime! I’ll see you again tomorrow!” She waved goodbye as I left the room.
Seolhyun’s POV
Damn, he is so cute... I don’t know what’s gotten into me but interacting and working with that boy made me feel butterflies in my stomach.
It’s strange to have such feelings after breaking up with my ex-boyfriend not too long ago.
However, I can tell that he took some glances at my boobs and my ass which I didn’t mind as I was used to men eye-fucking me whenever I’m jogging or in the gym.
But Y/N is different from those creeps that I train, he’s respectful, polite, and kind, and he’s a young boy so he has much growing up to do before he becomes a man.
And I’ll be more than happy to help...
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A Few Weeks Later...
Y/N’s POV
It’s nearly been a month since I started being apprenticed to Kim Seolhyun and so far, she was the best fitness trainer I’ve been under.
Already, I can start seeing the progress as I’m starting to lose some pounds and my stomach was more toned.
I started eating less junk food and eating more vegetables and healthy foods like Seolhyun instructed.
Coming to another day of workout at the gym, I proceed into the room as per routine and was greeted by Seolhyun.
“Hello, Y/N, are you ready for your training?” She asked.
“More than ever!” I answered and she smiled.
“Good stuff! That’s what we like to hear! Now let’s get to our warm-up!” She commenced.
Getting onto the yoga mat as usual, she caught me by surprise when she said we were going to stretch together as she’s never done her daily stretching yet.
“Now can you hold my back for me, please?” She asked and I nodded.
Holding her back and hand as instructed as Seolhyun did her thing, it was embarrassing as my crotch was literally touching her ass.
Focus Y/N! Focus! DO NOT HAVE A BONER!!! NOT NOW!!!
I screamed to myself to not do it as it would make this situation very awkward and I’ll never see myself or Seolhyun the same ever again.
“Are you okay back there, Y/N? Your face is so red,” She concerningly asked and I shook my head.
“Huh? I’m fine, what about you?” I politely asked and she raised an eyebrow.
Right... I forgot to mention, as time went on, Seolhyun started to get ALOT more touchy with me.
I never questioned why she was touching places she wasn’t supposed to but who am I to stop her?
“Okay, that’s enough, now let’s get to the main set,” She said and we started our set.
After a few hours of weight training, running, and cardiac exercises, we were just about finished working out for today.
“Alright, that’ll be it for today, another job well done, Y/N,” She complimented as she drank water.
“Yeah, thanks,” I replied.
Grabbing our duffle backs, we get out of the room to see the gym was vacant and not a sight of a janitor or a clerk.
“Where is everyone?” I wondered and I take out my phone to check the time.
“Oh my God... The gym closed like an hour ago...” Seolhyun mentioned as she looked at her watch.
“Damn, must’ve lost track of time,” I said and she chuckled.
“Yeah, that’s what happens when you work so hard, but let’s shower and get out of here,” She said and I nodded.
Walking to the men’s shower room, I was shocked to see Seolhyun following me as the Women’s shower room was down the corridor.
“What? Nobody else is here? Plus it’s closer,” She pointed out and I sighed.
With my mind racing, I step into the shower room, I placed the duffle bag onto the bench, and Seolhyun places her on the opposite side.
I take out all of my showering gear consisting of soap, a towel, and my change of clothes before taking off my shirt.
“Not half bad body, being that you’ve been working out for the past few weeks,” Seolhyun complimented and I blushed.
“Hehe~. I don’t mind you peaking at me, I trust you enough,” She assured.
“Aish, can you stop this nonsense please?” I begged and she giggled.
Taking off the rest of my clothes, I take a deep breath before going under the shower head and turning the knob to hot water.
To my surprise, Seolhyun joins me as well and of course, she was butt-ass naked which didn’t help my situation.
“Uhm, Noona, there are other shower heads you know,” I pointed out and she playfully rolled my eyes.
“What? Are you afraid of a naked woman?” She asked.
“N-No, it’s just, a man and a woman shouldn’t shower together unless they are a couple,” I replied and she grinned.
“H-Hey, don’t you get any ideas!” I stuttered and she slowly approaches me.
“Or else what? What are you going to do?” She asked and I gulped.
Staring deep into my eyes, I can’t help but stare into her eyes and she’s telling me that she wasn’t fucking around... She actually wants to fuck.
“Maybe it’s a good time, to be honest with myself, Y/N, I’ve had feelings for you ever since we first met, I don’t know if I’m just crazily in love with you but I don’t care... Because now all I want to is you,” She said before whispering the last part into my ear sending shivers down my spine.
“I’ve seen you stare at my ass... I’ve seen you glancing at my breasts and I know you love the feeling of them pressing on your back~,” She flirted as she wraps her hand around my cock.
“T-This is too fast, Noona, I-I don’t-” I was about to say but she tightens her grip on my cock making me squeal.
“Did I say you can talk~?” She asked and I shook my head.
“Now, what do you want your Noona to do?” She asked as she gets on her knees and slowly gave me a handjob.
“B-Blowjob...?” I nervously asked and she smirked.
“Hehe. Anything for you cutie~,” She replied before licking the shaft making me loudly moan and kissing the tip.
Engulfing my length into her mouth, it was clear that she was experienced as it felt really good and warm. She kept bobbing her head up and down and letting out a loud bop.
“Did you like it, baby, ~?” She asked.
“Y-Yes, Noona, it was really good,” I answered and she smiled.
“Good, now it’s time to show you some moves~,” She said and was about to place my dick in between her mounds.
*phone ringing*
“Ughhh... Sorry honey but will have to continue this another time, I have an errand but remember, I want an answer by then, understand?” She asked and I nodded.
“Good, but let me finish you off, real fast,” She replied and sucked me off until I came into her mouth.
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The Next Day...
Y/N’s POV
After that strange interaction with my fitness trainer Seolhyun yesterday, I was left pondering as I don’t know how to feel about her.
Sure she was beautiful and all but this is all too sudden and quick for me as she’d be my first love.
I’m not sure if oral counts as taking my virginity or not but I felt like it was taken either way.
Anyway, I prepared myself for another training exercise, drove to the gym, and enter the room but I was surprised to see a different trainer.
“Hello, you must be Y/N, right?” The trainer asked and I nodded.
“Y-Yes, but where is Seolhyun?” I asked.
“Oh, well, Seolhyun is running a bit late so I’ll warm you up in the meantime, also my name is Kim Sohee and help you train until she gets here, so let’s start with some stretches, shall we?” She said and I get on the mat.
Glancing at her body, her breasts and ass were thicker than Seolhyun’s but I can’t help but feel as if she was trying to flirt with me.
“Wah, you’re so flexible and strong, Seolhyun trained you well, huh?” She complimented and I nervously chuckled.
“T-Thank you,” I thanked her and she giggled.
“No need to thank me, cutie, now let’s move on to our set,” She replied.
As we start weightlifting I can’t help but feel as if I was being watched by someone.
Seolhyun’s POV
Crap! Crap! I cannot believe this! My fucking ex-boyfriend shows up at my door begging for forgiveness for sleeping with another woman.
Of course, I shut him out and tell him to beat it and that I never want to see him ever again but he refused to leave.
Thankfully, I finally managed to make him fuck off, and now I’m going to be late because of him but I had a colleague of mine train him in the meantime.
I rushed to the gym as fast as I could hoping that Y/N will forgive me for being late. Parking at the lot, I ran into the gym, slide my card. and made my way into the gym and to my private training room.
I saw Y/N there with another trainer of mine but strangely, Jungkook wasn’t there instead it was Sohee.
Y/N never noticed my presence yet but Sohee did and she smirked at me as she gets behind him pressing her breasts on her back.
Obviously, I was infuriated as this was the same bitch who stole my previous boyfriend and I know she’s a playgirl and just wanted Y/N for herself only to dump him.
“Sorry to interrupt, but I’ll take it from here, Sohee,” I said.
“There’s no need for that, Seolhyun, I got this so why don’t you take a day off?” She offered and I gave her a fake smile.
“Thank you for the offer but I’ll have to decline it, besides, I know Y/N’s needs and everything he needs to do for today,” I replied and she frowned.
“Well, what do you think, Y/N? Do you want me? Or Seolhyun?” Sohee whispered into his ear making me clench my fists.
“U-Uhm...” He stuttered as he was unsure what to do in this situation making me feel sad. Did confessing my feelings not mean anything to him?
“Sorry, Sohee, but imma stick with Seolhyun, but thank you for your help,” Y/N answered making me sigh in relief.
“Aww~. Are you sure~?” She seductively asked and I’ve just about had it.
Pulling her by ear, she yelped in pain as I dragged her out of my room, opened the door, and threw her out before shutting the door.
Y/N’s POV
Seeing her harshly dragging Sohee-Noona out of the room made me realize just how scary she can be. She turned around to face me and gave me a deadly glare.
“Now, baby boy, about what I asked for yesterday...” She paused.
“W-What about it?” I nervously asked.
“You know... Do you share the same feelings as I do? Do you love me?” She asked and I gulped.
Pushing me down onto the mattress with her hands straddling my hand whilst giving me a lustful look and dived into my neck before biting it leaving a mark and drawing out some blood.
“W-What was that for?” I asked.
“For making your mommy jealous and to show everyone who you belong to, now it’s time I take your virginity and for you to grow up~,” She answered sending shivers down my spine.
Not wasting any time, she strips down her clothes as I did the same, she places her lips onto mine and made out until we ran out of breath.
“You’re such a good kisser being a virgin, baby, but now it’s time for the main event,” She said before inserting my cock into her pussy making her loudly moan.
“W-What if they hear us?” I concerningly asked.
“Don’t worry about them, baby, this room is soundproof. Now stop asking questions because not only I’m going to fuck your brains out but I’m also going to drain your balls,” She answered and I gulped.
When Seolhyun begins riding the daylights out of me, I never knew how tight she was and it kinda hurt but it felt so good.
“Oh my God, baby, your dick is so good~!” She yelled as she continued moaning.
Seeing her tits bounce up and down as she rode me turned me on even more and we switch position to doggy style and re-insert back into her before ramming into her.
Yes, darling, right there~!” She moaned as I hit her G-spot.
Arching back, I play with her tits adding more pleasure and latched her lips as I pounded her.
“Ah, I’m so close, baby~,” She warned.
“So am I,” I replied.
“Then let’s cum together~,” She said and we did just that.
Collapsing onto the floor together, my dick was still inside of her but she didn’t care as she hugged me tightly as she pressed my head into her mounds.
“You did so well, baby~,” She complimented.
“T-Thank you, Noona, you were amazing~,” I replied and she giggled as she caressed my head.
“I love you, baby~,” She said.
“I love you too, Noona~,” I replied.
From that point on, we kept having sex in her gym room and at our houses or whenever we can as I get addicted to her. I’ve never met such an incredible and caring woman in all my life and I’m forever happy to be with her as she felt the same way.
#kpop#kpopidol#kpop smut#kpop scenarios#aoa#aoa seolhyun#kim seolhyun#seolhyun#seolhyun x male reader#gym#fitness trainer#gril group smut#bxg#x male reader
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AITA for being condescending towards an asexual kid in GSA?
🙃🏳️🌈 to find later
Long post so buckle up.
I (17, they/it/he) am one of three co-leaders of my school’s GSA, along with R (18, she/her) and N (17, he/him). All three of us are openly bi, and I’m also openly trans and (most importantly) very loudly aromantic. We’re all in 12th grade now but we were leaders last year (in 11th grade) too. The school/GSA is small enough that all four grades (9–12, so around 13–18 years old) are in the same GSA, there’s no separate upper grade and lower grade groups. We also have two advisors, both cis queer teachers; and some younger queer faculty members also join sometimes for formal events. We take turns running events during club time, such as fun crafts or watching music videos. Sometimes we also do educational stuff or documentaries, including having teachers come in to facilitate discussions.
I’ve been planning (since early December) to run a two part series of discussions about asexuality and aromanticism (separate discussions of each). I really just wanted to do one day about aromanticism, but R said that if I did that, people would derail it and just talk about asexuality anyways, which both N and our advisors also agreed made sense. So, it’s two days, and the asexuality one is first so that the aromanticism one can be closer to Aromantic Spectrum Awareness Week (ASAW).
There’s a girl in GSA, let’s call her A (16, she/her), who’s in 11th grade. She’s very socially awkward and if someone points out that she’s accidentally said something rude or offensive she’ll make a big deal out of not knowing and generally derail the conversation. Also, two years ago A made a ton of “jokes” about me and my little sibling (16MtF) being “secretly dating.” When I asked her (politely at first) to stop, she said she was just joking around, and kept doing it. I asked her again and also asked the theatre teacher and school counselor for help, and eventually she did stop. But A kept following me around and trying to be friends with me, and I was super uncomfortable to the point that I asked the school counselor to facilitate a conversation between A and I so that I could ask her to fucking stop. It somewhat worked. Now she still keeps trying to start conversations with me in the hallways and such, but I just brush her off or ignore her.
The one place I can’t do that is during GSA. Since I’m a leader, I have to be civil to everyone and actually talk to people (R, N, and I set norms at the start of the year during our planning meetings). A is asexual but not aromantic, and today she showed up like 5 minutes into lunch (cafeteria lines are annoying) and loudly asked if she was late. We weren’t doing anything in GSA today, just chilling. At some point during the meeting I announced casually that next week we’d be discussing asexuality, and then the week after that we’d talk about aromanticism, which leads nicely into ASAW during February break. When I said this, A immediately said that she would be extra ace that week [during ASAW]. I was like, “during aromantic spectrum awareness week?!?!” in the same tone of that “during pride month?!?!” meme. She looked like someone had just given her an F on the most important test of the year and said she hadn’t known.
I also made a comment about how there’s way more openly aspec people at our school than at most schools, and N said that maybe the presence of role models is part of that (clear subtext: he was referring to me). I said pretty loudly (more people could hear) that it was kinda funny that I’m the “ace role model” when I’m literally not asexual. A looked super lost and confused at this, and I think she might’ve thought I was ace, even though I’m super open about not being ace, and have told her directly more than once.
Here’s where the potential assholery comes into play. There’s an ad for PrEP that was fairly common on the back covers of theatre playbills in the past year. The ad shows a Black man dressed in ripped leggings with fishnets, shiny knee-length heeled leather boots, and some sort of white leather harness, doing a bridge pose with one leg extended upwards so that the “r” in PrEP is resting on the sole of the boot. The ad has a bright red background and text that says “you cast of PrEP options is changing” along with a small QR code and website link. The pose is somewhat provocative, but not out of place on a playbill for an all-ages show.
During GSA, A was saying that she thought the ad was bad, because of the leather being “fetish gear” and “weird” (basically the same arguments people use to say that gay people shouldn’t be allowed in public). I told A that there’s nothing wrong with someone wearing leather, and she said that “it’s fetish gear and that’s disgusting and degenerate and just bad advertising!”
I explained calmly, like I would to a child (although I probably wouldn’t talk about this topic with a child), that PrEP is a medicine that people take if they anticipate having sex with someone who’s HIV-positive, so it’s okay that the ad is somewhat suggestive. She seemed to accept that, but still said that the leather was weird, and the ad should’ve shown “a diverse group of people getting pills at a pharmacy” instead, because “fetish gear” was too much.
I asked if she thought that all leather clothing was inherently fetishistic, to which A said yes, and then I asked, “do you know that people can’t just choose fetishes?”
She hadn’t known that, but she still said the ad was too sexual. I pointed out that it was a fairly well-targeted advertisement, using theatre references, but maybe A was not part of the target demographic. I also said that sometimes outfits are just hot without there needing to be any fetishes involved, which she didn’t refute, and that even if it was a fetish, that wouldn’t make it inherently “bad” or “degenerate” at all.
A said that she still didn’t like it, and I told her that she was entitled to have whatever feelings she wanted to have, but that doesn’t mean the advertisement itself is a problem.
Another person (17, he/him) called out “[OP], what do you think about kink at pride?” in a sort of nonchalant way, so I walked over while saying “i’m pro–kink at pride.” The conversation eventually moved in other directions, and then club ended and we had to go to our next classes.
TL;DR: given my position of power and responsibility as a GSA leader, AITA for being kinda condescending towards an ace person who’s 2 years younger than me because she was being very sex-negative about an ad for PrEP?
What are these acronyms?
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PURE ATTRACTION | JJK | TATTOO ARTIST
Pairing: TattooArtistJungkook X NaiveReader
Summary: "I shouldn't be watching a man undressing, specially not from the house next door."
Warning: Angst, homosexual relationship, adult sexual language, hot kiss 👅 depression, toxic parenting relationship.
A/N: Hello! I said I would come back and here I am! In this chapter, I decided to write from Jungkook's perspective because he is wonderful 👌🤟, and because the reader is extremely difficult for me. Her personality is literally the opposite of mine, and it drains me in an inexplicable way 😒 Namjoon showed up, and yes, he and Jungkook have that kind of relationship. If you have any problem with that, please don't read. Thank you for all the readings. Comment, please! (critiques or compliments)
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Chapter 5
I wake up with the sunlight hitting my face. I grunt, feeling tension in my muscles that wasn’t there hours ago. I slowly open my eyes, still disoriented and unsure of what to think. I try to get up, but I can’t. I attempt again, feeling a weight on my chest that keeps me in bed. Almost involuntarily, I place my hands down and touch what feels like hair. I smile, finally remembering what I did yesterday. This time, I fully awaken; there’s no sleep that can pull me back under as the memories flood my mind. I get up again, this time gently resting Y/N's head on the pillow, trying not to wake her. She looks beautiful, even with her messy hair and her cheek squished against the mattress. She lets out a soft grunt at the movement, and when she stops moving, I finally slip out of bed.
My room is a mess. Clothes are scattered everywhere, and pillows are strewn across the floor. I pick up my sweatpants from beside the bed and open the closet to put my things away. The bathroom is clean and organized. There’s a pile of folded clothes near the toilet, the only thing that wasn’t there yesterday. I gather the clothes, placing everything in my room quietly. I try not to wake Y/N with all the movement, but she seems so tired and deep in sleep that she doesn’t appear to stir easily.
I head to the living room, still deep in thought. When I came to Seoul a few days ago, I never imagined something like this would happen. I had everything mapped out in my head, and with my mother and the tattoo studio occupying almost all my thoughts, there was no room for women or anything of the sort. But somehow, Y/N captivated me. She’s shy and introverted, yet so innocent and charming that I couldn’t help myself. Before I knew it, I was kissing her, not knowing how to stop touching her. Fuck, just thinking about what she did to me makes me stiffen like an uncontrollable teenager.
I walk into the kitchen, determined to prepare something for both of us, when my phone rings. My heart leaps when I see it’s Namjoon. He has been calling me during these days I’ve been in Seoul, and somehow, I can never seem to avoid him. I always answer the fucking phone. I press the button, still silent.
“Jungkook?” I hear him on the other end. His sweet, deep voice brings me both peace and agony.
“Hi, Namjoon.” Saying his name ignites something inside me. I miss him. I wish I could tell him that, but I hold back.
“How have you been? I tried to call you yesterday, but you didn’t answer.” he says. I instantly feel nervous. Even though we broke up almost two months ago, a bad feeling fills me. Last night was the first time I was with someone else since our relationship ended.
“I was busy with the studio and the guys,” I justify, walking around the kitchen. I grab eggs from the fridge and two plates from the counter.
“I wish I could be there with you,” he says. I swallow hard, feeling somewhat disconcerted. Namjoon knows me well and acknowledge how to disarm me, leaving me without words.
“You didn’t want that to happen, up until two months ago,” I comment bitterly.
“Jungkook... Baby, I know you’re upset, but I want you. I want to be with you. Being there with you is what I desire the most. To support you, both with Misuk and your studio. You’re going through all this alone, and I can’t be at peace.”
“I’m fine.”
“I know you’re not,” he replies. I close my eyes, shaking my head.
“Namjoon, it’s over. Everything we had... we no longer have. I don’t want things to get worse between us.”
“Not everything is over.” he argues, ending with a little laugh. “The love we have for each other still exists. You know that.”
“I don't know anything.” I want to deny it, but I can’t. I sigh, aware deep down I still feel something for him, wheter it's bad or not. “Please, just stop calling me. Give me some time.”
“I can give you as much time as you need, but you won’t forget me,” he speaks, proudly. I grunt. “But fine, I’ll give you that time. Just so you know, it won’t change anything.”
“Okay. Thanks.” I hang up before I say anything I might regret later. I exhale deeply and throw myself into a chair. I knew he would call, and while a part of me was anxious for it, the sensible one knows it’s not good. I should block him and end it all, but I'm unable to.
I get up from the counter and decide to start preparing my breakfast. I’m starving. Last night I didn’t eat anything substantial, and that always ruins my mood. Namjoon’s call also frustrates me every time he does. I start cracking eggs and putting butter in the frying pan when I hear soft footsteps behind me. I smile, knowing exactly who it is. Y/N appears in my line of sight, and God, she’s so beautiful that I could watch her all day. Her eyes are almond-shaped and sweet, and her full red lips make me want to kiss her. Since I met her, tasting her lips has been my biggest goal. She smiles back at me, her cheeks flushed. She seems shy now that we’re in the sunlight, in my kitchen.
“Good morning.” I say, moving closer to her. Her dress is much too big for her, nearly swallowing her whole body. “Did you sleep well?”
“Yes.” She whispers, smiling slightly. “And you?” she asks, taking a deep breath.
“Very well. I haven’t slept like that in a long time.”
“I didn’t see you sleep. I was so tired that when I realized it, it was already morning.” She tells me; her face even redder. I laugh, agreeing. After we finished our activities in bed, I cleaned up and went to get her a glass of water, but when I returned, she was sprawled out on the bed, completely passed out.
“I guess I’m really good, huh?” I tease, poking her waist. She playfully shakes her head and rolls her eyes. “You look relaxed now.” I conclude, lightly touching her hair with my fingertips, as I lean closer. I take a few steps toward her, waiting for her to back away, but she doesn’t. I only stop when I’m completely pressed against her, feeling her scent mix with mine. I smile again, mischievously. If I could, I’d devour her right here, on this counter.
“You're beautiful, you know that?” I tell her sincerely. She shakes her head again, speechless. I take her cold hands, which are resting beside her body, and hold them in mine, bringing them to my mouth. I kiss her knuckles and her fingers, almost tasting her skin on my lips. I breathe deeply, with an overwhelming desire to be with her again. In my bed, touching her, kissing her, this time making her completely mine. But I can’t, not yet. “You must be hungry. I’m making scrambled eggs.”
“I love scrambled eggs,” she says, her voice soft. I pull her body closer to the counter, near the sink where I was cooking before.
“If I had known you’d be here now, I would have bought more things for you to eat,” I justify. I have eggs, toast, and kimchi. Not exactly a grand meal.
“I don’t eat breakfast, so I’m fine with it.” She shrugs beside me, tapping her fingers on the furniture.
“You don’t eat breakfast?”
“I don’t.” Y/N smiles, watching me.
“It’s the first and most important meal of the day; you should eat something.” I say in my know-it-all voice. The truth is, if I don’t eat something at the start of the day, I could kill someone. I always get stressed when I’m hungry.
“My body doesn’t know what the first meal of the day is. It’s perfectly fine with a hearty lunch,” she says, shrugging. I laugh incredulously, lowering my eyes to her face.
“Are you seriously using this argument?” I raise an eyebrow, making her laugh.
“I am! How does my body know it’s the first meal of the day? If I have breakfast or lunch, it will accept the food just fine.” She justifies, pouting, which makes me want to kiss her again, without a doubt.
“Wow!” I exclaim, impressed. A smile spreads across my lips without me realizing it. “Next time, tell my mom that. She’s the one who drilled the four-meal rule into my head.”
“Four-meal rule?” She questions, furrowing her brow in confusion.
“Yes, you have to have at least four meals a day. She used to tell me when I was a kid that if I didn’t follow this rule, I’d die in no time.”
Y/N bursts out laughing, covering her mouth with her hands. “The trauma she must have given you…”
“I know. Even today I can’t go without eating. If three hours pass, I’m already suffering.” I conclude, grinning. I grab the frying pan with the scrambled eggs and place them on the two plates in front of me, being careful not to spill anything. Y/N watches me silently as she sits down.
“If you want, you can stay here with me at my apartment. We could watch something or just talk,” I offer as I sit down too. The fun on her face fades as I speak, and for a moment, I regret having made the proposal.
“Jungkook... I can’t,” she whispers, looking down. She seems upset about something.
“It’s fine if you don’t want to; I understand.” I say quickly, trying to be understanding. She might be desperate to go home, to be alone, and I didn’t even notice.
“It’s not that I don’t want to... it’s because of my mom. I lied to her yesterday, and today she already messaged me. I’m scared she’ll find out I didn’t sleep at Misuk’s house.” She says. I nod, understanding the situation. I know she respects her mother and is worried about breaking whatever agreement they have—if there is one—but I’m not used to asking for permission to do things. If I want something, I just do it. Y/N, from what my mom told me, is twenty-one. She shouldn’t have to ask to sleep over somewhere or spend time with someone. She’s an adult, for God’s sake.
“Can’t you tell her you’re going somewhere else, maybe to study with a friend?”
“I can’t. And I also don’t want to lie to her again. I feel guilty.” She sets her fork down on her plate after taking a bite of the eggs. She seems frustrated, quite different from a few minutes ago when she was playful and more... carefree.
“Y/N... Do you regret what we did yesterday?” I ask as the question arises, feeling a bitter taste in my mouth. Just imagining for even a second that she didn’t enjoy it or felt uncomfortable leaves me unsettled. Her cheeks flush instantly, as if just the memory of the two of us together makes her lose her composure.
“I don’t regret it,” she tells me softly. Relief washes over me immediately. “But I also feel bad about what we did.”
“Why?”
“Why?” She retorts, as if it’s obvious and I shouldn’t need an answer to know.
“Yeah, why?” I press on. If she enjoyed it and doesn’t regret it, I can’t understand what she means by ‘I feel bad about what we did.’
“Jungkook, it’s all very complicated. I’m very different from you. I’ve never kissed anyone like I kissed you, nor have I ever been with someone in that way. I—I don’t even know you that well. I must have lost my mind when I did that.” She concludes, and for some reason, her words irritate me.
I’ve always been judged by people at church. The way they look at me, as if I’m a freak, still bothers me. Her saying these words reminds me of that inferiority I felt; not fitting in, feeling wrong, dirty. It’s as if being different from her is my biggest problem. As if she is right, and I am wrong. I don’t say a word, biting into my toast. If being with someone you desire is so wrong, then why did she give herself to me last night?
“It’s fine,” I whisper. “If you want, I can take you home.”
“I think that’s best.” She says, nodding her head and pressing her lips together. She doesn’t seem happy at all, as if she’s making this decision without really knowing what she’s doing, but doesn't have other alternative.
I finish my food in silence, watching her do the same slowly. She avoids making eye contact every time I look her in the eyes, and if I didn’t feel how disoriented and bewildered she is by me, I would have stopped. She pauses, sighs, and for the first time this morning, she locks eyes with me.
“Is everything okay?” I ask, not understanding her flushed face for what seems like the tenth time. Suddenly, without warning, she kisses me.
I’m taken aback, feeling her hands on my cheek and her body close to mine. Y/N seems to understand my confusion and pulls away from me before I can react. “Oh my God, I’m sorry, I–”
I don’t let her finish, focused too much on her red lips to hear any words that come out of her mouth. This time, I’m the one who kisses her. I wrap my hands around her waist and pull her closer to me, feeling her warm skin and her heart racing against mine. She lets out a soft moan against me as I part her lips and find her tongue with mine.
Her hand leaves my cheek and finds its way to my neck, a sweet touch that sends electric shivers through all my muscles. She smiles while still kissing, her fingers feeling my tremors beneath her palm. I let my desire take over as I explore her thighs, lightly gliding my palm across her skin, squeezing and touching.
I pull her hair back carelessly, creating an empty space between us. Her neck is fully exposed, almost an invitation for me to kiss it. I have to use every ounce of self-control and willpower to hold back. My hardened cock protests within my pants, but I know I can’t continue. Not for me, because what I want most right now is to take her. To hear her moan my name in my ear as she comes for me, but I'm incapable for her sake.
When I pull back from her face, just a few inches apart, I see that besides the desire and pleasure coursing through her, confusion and doubt take over her expression. As if she wants the same thing I do, but is fighting against something. Fighting against her thoughts. I grunt, a bit annoyed. Besides hunger and unwanted calls, what frustrates me the most is feeling intense desire and not being able to relieve it. I grunt and get up from the chair, creating a safe distance between us until I’m near the living room door.
“What happened? Did I do something?” she asks weakly, unsure where to look, utterly embarrassed.
“You didn’t. I need to take you home. I need you to leave.” I say. I try not to be too harsh with her, softening my tone. “I can clearly see how confused you are. I need time to think about what happened, and I guess you do too.”
“I know.” She smiles bitterly. “I really need to go home now.”
“I’ll take you.”
“You don’t have to.” She says, already getting up.
“I insist. I’m not going to let you go alone; it might be dangerous.”
“It’s seven in the morning. Nothing is going to happen to me.” She replies. Her stubbornness, tied to her determination, surprises me. Just a few days ago, I swore she was submissive the way she acts with her mother.
“Fine. But I want your phone number, and when you get home, I want an immediate message.” I bargain, still unsure. I want to insist more, but the way she looks at me tells me she wouldn’t accept the ride, no matter what I say.
“Sure, sir.” She smiles. She grabs the small bag from my couch, one I hadn’t even noticed she was carrying, and puts on her flats. She recites her phone number while arranging her hair and smoothing her wrinkled dress.
“Don’t call me sir.” I grumble, covering my face with my hands. I open the door to my apartment, grabbing my car keys, shoes, and phone all at once.
“What are you doing?” Y/N questions, crossing her arms over her chest. I let out a little chuckle without meaning to.
“I’m going to visit my mom.” I say, honestly.
“At this hour?” She raises an eyebrow. “You’re not doing this just to follow the car that’s taking me, right?”
“No, of course not.” Of course I am, I mentally reply. “I’m going to see my mom since my dad traveled. I hope you don’t mind.”
“I don’t mind.” She rolls her eyes with a small smile, looking at me one last time. “Not at all.”
“I thought you had forgotten about me.” My mom sits beside me on the couch, smiling at her own comment. I roll my eyes because just yesterday, she told me she deserved her space, that she didn’t want me visiting her every day, that I should focus on the tattoo studio and forget a bit about her problems because, according to her, Misuk isn’t a teenager and kids shouldn’t worry about their parents. That’s not the natural order of things, she said.
“I just happened to come here.”
“How come?” She furrows her brows, confused. I clear my throat, a bit taken aback by the question. I followed Y/N to her house like a psychopath, tailing the car that took her. The truth is, if it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t have come to my mom’s house so early. I’m not a morning person, and neither is my mom.
“It’s nothing.” I dismiss, not wanting to say that I almost slept with the crazy, religious neighbor’s daughter. “I was worried about you and decided to come.”
I stay quiet, observing her dark eyes and black hair that I inherited from her. Some features, however, came from my dad. A father I barely knew, to be honest. Misuk’s husband entered my life when I had just turned twelve. Although I accepted him immediately and bought into the idea that he was my dad from then on, I always knew the truth. I always knew that my real father, wherever he was, was a dick who never wanted to know about me.
That messes with a kid’s head.
“Jungkook, you don’t need to worry about me. I’m fine. That was just an... episode.” She says, looking down. I see the lie in her eyes; how she tries to hide from me what she feels. How she tries to spare me, as if being her son means I can stay relax. She’s the only person I have, the only one who knows all my secrets. She knows about Namjoon, knows about my dreams, knows about my pains. I wish I could, even just a little, lift that weight she carries on her shoulders.
“Everything is ok, Mom.” I assure her, not really believing my own words. “I just wish you wouldn’t lie to me. Sometimes I feel like you don’t tell me everything. I’d be less scared if you tell me the truth.”
“I’m telling you the truth.” She insists, gritting her teeth. “You know how I sometimes get a little depressed; that hasn’t changed. I just have some relapses.”
“Almost committing suicide isn’t a relapse. Drinking, doing drugs, calling someone you shouldn’t, that’s what a relapse is. Not this.” My voice falters with my words. My throat tightens, and if I could, I would cry right now.
“You don’t understand, Jungkook. And that’s okay; I’m glad you don’t.” She smiles, her eyes tearing up. “I don’t need a reason to feel this emptiness; I don’t need something to happen to me to have the urge to end everything. That’s what you don’t understand.”
“In the other times you tried, there was always a reason. When your friend died five years ago, or when grandma passed away... this time you almost killed yourself for nothing?” I question, not believing it. An unbearable pain fills my chest, and I want to scream at her. I want to be inside her head and finally understand what’s going on in there.
“It is what it is,” she says, shrugging. I shake my head, still unable to swallow my own saliva. It’s like I have a pill too big in my mouth to swallow. I grunt, still lost for words.
She almost left me alone for no reason? I want to ask her, question why, but I can’t. I sigh and force a smile, the best I can, facing the hurt I feel. I don’t want to see her this way. She has faced so much for me, and I know my pain doesn’t compare to hers. I can’t be selfish now and act like a child. I swallow my anger and indignation, and breathe again, trying to stabilize myself.
“Where is Gureum? I wanted to play with him.” I change the subject, not ready to continue this conversation. I'm over with this.
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