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gavisuntiedboot · 4 months ago

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We Can't Be Friends (but I'd like to just pretend)

Pedri x Stylist! Reader

Part 2

Warnings: None

Word count: 4.3K

A/N: Back with part 2! I'm warning y'all now - it's going to suck until it doesn't. Please bear with me. Also, I have included the links to both the shirts being sold for Gaza and the direct donation link. Please check them out! And if you can't donate yourself, I donate $1 for every watermelon comment under this post! So please make sure to share at the very least.

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Being scolded was the worst feeling in the world. Well, actually, sleeping with a famous client and then having him immediately chase your coworker was the worst feeling in the world. But boy was this meeting with Katerina a close second.

“There needs to be a case study on this kid.” She muttered under hear breath as she moved sticky notes around the December calendar. She darted her eyes around her current configuration, before turning sour and looking up at you. The dark circles under her eyes had darkened a shade since you had seen her the previous week, and a twinge of guilt played against your sternum for contributing to her fatigue.

“Let’s go over some basic rules, my dear. First and foremost, you cannot block your client’s number.”

“But I-“ You began to protest, but your boss lifted one finger, silencing you instantly.

“I do not care. I do not care if he is a dick. I do not care if he is going to make my stylists kill each other. Honestly, that might be a blessing. I do not care if he is the father to a litter of bastard children running barefoot around your home. You work for SDF. You work for Pedro Gonzalez. He will have access to your phone, your email, your address, hell your underwear size if he asks. Understood?”

You bit back the urge to protest, just nodding silently. She breathed in deeply before continuing.

“Second, you will not share his information with the other girls in the office. That includes his photoshoot timing, the PR being sent to him– anything. I’m tired of having to file reports to Milan about my girls fighting.”

The command was followed by another nod, this one more genuine. You had no intention of getting within 100 meters of either Tania or Sylvia, who were still not speaking but had also telepathically decided that you were a common enemy. You had been stepped on a suspicious number of times while collecting their pins from the floor, and you always caught them whispering to the other girls in the office about “la naranja podrida”. Didn’t take a detective to put those pieces together.

You were still in a state of agitation regarding the whole ordeal. In your fit of anger, you had done the mental calculations of how long it took Pedri to text another girl. He had left just as the sun was rising, so about 5:30 am. Google maps said you lived 25 minutes from the stadium, but he would have gone home first, because that’s where the damned boots and more damned note would have been. That brings us to 6 am to account for wherever the gremlin lives. By all your most optimistic estimates, he had waited at most a hour between leaving your bed and texting your coworker.

“Hey Silvia” was the text heard around the world. After the report (and a few hair samples) was filed away, a company-wide letter from HQ was sent out reminding employees of professional boundaries with clients. The giddiness and satisfaction that had come from a harmless prank had dissolved, leaving a queasy feeling in its wake. Day damn one. You lasted 4 hours before you crumpled like a convenience store receipt over a boy at work. Ignoring every caution sign, you dove head first into a pool of prospective romance - and promptly hit the concrete.

The worst part was that you couldn’t tell anyone. Bryce had responded to your gushing sonnets in the worst possible manner: with logic. You had brushed aside every one of her very appropriate questions, looking through your rose-tinted lenses at your life. You had gone as far as to tell her she was being a bad friend for trying to find any possible negative in this situation, causing her to pull back.

“I just don’t want to see you get hurt, that’s all.”

The words of her static-garbled voice memo never left your head. There you were, only a few hours later, stomach turned and heart shredded, completely and utterly hurt. And you weren’t ready to face the sting of “I told you so” that was waiting for you, so you just… never said anything else. When she asked about Pedri, you responded formally with his upcoming campaign schedule. Lucky for you that she was too busy with her own life to keep pestering.

The upside to the current tragedy in your life was that you were working in fashion. It was hard to cry when you spent hours upon hours looking at some of the most beautiful clothes in the world, getting full creative freedom to bring your visions to life. Not impossible, because there were definitely a couple of wet spots on the Margiela from yesterday, but harder. Barca Femini had been in and out of the office for fittings, and it was a relief to be able to work with something other than khaki trousers and blazers. There were seemingly hundreds of hangers carrying vintage sports pieces, colorful jackets, and silky skirts. It sparked little moments of happiness, knowing that you were so good at playing dress-up that now you were getting paid for it.

It had been a week since your unfortunate altercation, and though the evening (and unfortunate following morning) had never left you, it had seeped from the front of your mind to the base of your skull, a dull throb that could be ignored during the course of the day. That was, of course, until you received an email from Adidas.

"Okay, Pedri, I hate to be the one to break this to you, but this means you're blocked."

There was a snigger that floated through the lunch room that, had he been able to pinpoint the source, Pedri would have promptly quieted with a slap to the head. But it whizzed around like a gnat between some of the younger players.

"How could I be blocked, Fermin?" The question was met with a raised eyebrow from Fermin, who was mentally cursing his college education.

"Maybe it has something to do with you sleeping with her and then disappearing?" Gavi offered up that brilliant hypothesis between bites of grilled chicken.

"No, it couldn't be. She's American - they don't take sex so seriously. Besides, we just met! What was I supposed to do? Propose?"

Pedri resisted the urge to shrink back from the judgmental stares he was receiving. He was used to being questioned by Gavi, who believed in the "stare at her intensely until she falls for me and confesses" method of romance. But now that he had roped in Fermin (the most tech-savvy of the squad), he couldn't handle the intensity of the silent disapproval.

In all honesty, Pedri was tired of the emotional rollercoaster that had plagued the entire day. The previous night had been incredible. He wasn't quite sure what to expect when La Naranja stepped through her front door, but she surely exceeded expectations. Pedri believed he was happy in his normal routine: DM an Instagram model, engage in the little cat-and-mouse game where she pretended she wouldn't bend to his every will, and go back to her place for a decently fun time. But there was something about the way you walked, so coy and bashfully, looking up at him through delicate lashes with wide eyes, that warmed the most primal part of his being. His heart quickened at the sudden desire to chase, to capture, to consume. He wanted to protect this pretty little thing from the sharp eyes and sharper teeth of his friends. He was ready to savor everything you offered.

Over the course of the evening, the feeling gnawing at the inside of his chest became harder to ignore. The soft grip you maintained on his bicep to keep him close, the warmth of your fingertips searing his skin. He wanted to bark at Ferran to never look your way again. To sink his teeth into your neck, have you cry out his name so every man would know to never come near you again. Your hand, so delicate and soft in his own, maintained a firm grip as he dragged you out of the club, and a firmer grip on his hair once he was finally able to kiss you senseless. He felt like a wild animal unleashed in bed with, unable to slow or take pause. You were so hypnotizingly innocent, and he was going to destroy that.

The warmth in his chest remained till the following morning. As he kissed your cheek and whispered his goodbyes, he allowed himself to imagine what kind of arrangement the two of you could have. He was more than eager to feel the caress of your soft lips again. Maybe you would be open to picking up his late night calls, spending long, tedious days together talking and fucking and laughing at nothing in particular. He thought about the flush in your cheeks that would arise whenever he came into work, dropping subtle hints about your activities in the days before. He could really make you a permanent part of his rotation with little difficulty, facilitated further by the fact that you had been assigned as his personal stylist. Filthy as it may sound, he contemplated not showering upon his return home. He would have to later in the day following practice, but until he could secure a second audience with you in a bedroom, he wanted to savor the scent a little longer.

His front doorstep was littered with packages once again, about half from Adidas and the other from Springfield. He was not a designer by any means, but he appreciated that he was at least sent the collections that were meant to be his. Fer was sipping on a coffee when Pedri walked in, and expertly avoided ay questions of where he had been the previous night. He was a concerned older brother, but he was also a guest. He instead asked to see the piles of PR that his younger brother had hauled through the door.

"I don't understand why they bother sending you all this stuff. Why wouldn't they just send it to the styling team."

"Because I actually have to play in the boots, hermano." Pedri said, lifting the lid off his newest pair. He was excited for another Adidas campaign, or any campaign really that would bring him closer to you once again. Oh how he wished he could have captured the way you looked in that dress forever, immortalized it in an oil painting and hung it on his wall (right beside the ripped remains of the dress, which he so desperately wanted to destroy). His daydream had been broken by a crisp white envelope contrasted against the bright orange of the boots. There was a feminine wave of scent in the air, and the heart pumping in his ears drowned out the sounds of his brother’s whistles and taunts. Had you done this? Had you been planning ahead to send him a note had he neglected to ask you out while at the office?

He tensed his forearms to disguise a slight tremble, ripping open the envelope and scanning the page only to find-

“Ay dios mío. Silvia.” He allowed his head to thud against the counter, Fer’s tittering laugh clear as a bell now.

“Is she the scary one or the weird one?” His brother asked, prying the crumpled letter from Pedri’s dejected form.

“Both are fitting adjectives. She’s the shorter one with the silver hair. She kind of looks like our Tia Marisol?”

Another tittering of laugher, and this time Pedri joined in with a cracked smile of his own.

“She wants to tell you how much she admires you, how much you make her … quiver? Ew.” Fer squinted at the note further.

“Listen to this line. Ehem: ‘I am ready to serve you, worship you, give you my body and soul because I love you.”

Pedri groaned so loudly he was sure the neighbors heard. Honestly, what were these girls thinking?? That he would start blushing and giggling at the mention that they would sleep with him? That was the least most girls would do. It turned his stomach, constantly fearing that he would be trapped with a child.

“Let me text this girl. I have to go in next week and I don’t want her bent over a table spread and waiting when I arrive.”

He typed in the number on the note, drafting a long text before deleting everything but the “Hey Silvia” at the top.

“It’s too forceful to say ‘hey I don’t want to fuck you’ right off the bat, no?”

He hit send, reluctantly heading off to shower away his escapades before he went into training, waiting for a reply before he asked not to receive any more erotic letters from his stylists. Oh how he wished she hadn’t.

“So run us through it one more time.” Gavi said, Ferran deciding to stifle his groan. The last thing he needed was to enrage Gavi further, as he suspected it would result in him finally getting the punch that was coming to him. Ansu and Fermin were nodding along vigorously, eager to hear all about Pedri’s first experience having feelings.

“We went out, we fucked-“

“Pedri!”

He rolled his eyes at the indignation from the boys. Kids these days.

“Okay. We went out, we had a magical lovemaking experience, and then I had to come to training. I texted her about her being my stylist to ya know break the ice. And I found myself in deep shit and promptly blocked on like everything.”

“I think your first mistake,” said Fermin, “was not texting her about last night. Why would you start with her working for you?"

Pedri dragged his hand down his face in frustration.

"What was I supposed to say? Good morning linda, great pussy last night?"

Gavi stood promptly with his hands up, leaving the room.

"I don't want to hear about another girl's vagina."

"Yes," Ferran muttered, "God forbid he cheat on his crush by listening to a story."

"Whatever happened to 'Hey, I had fun last night'? Is that not a normal thing to say?" Ansu asked, as shaken as Gavi but remaining planted by his desire to be in the loop.

"I think my agent is texting SDF to get her to unblock me. Not super easy to talk to my stylist if I have to do so through messenger pigeon. Where did Gavi go?"

Pedri followed his friend out of the locker room, watching as Gavi stared dejectedly at the Doctora’s office.

“Are you done moping?” Pedri asked, clapping him on the shoulder.

“No. She might lose her job and we play her stupid boyfriend’s team tomorrow. I just want to keep her safe from that asshole.”

For a minute, something sparked in Pedri’s chest. Was that jealousy? He had never before felt that there was something missing in his life, content with being surrounded by friends and family and teammates. But there was something about watching Gavi pine, listening to the way he spoke of this girl, and it caused him an ache. He was in awe of this foreign spectacle: loving someone so deeply, so intensely, that it led to begging for crumbs of their time and attention. He almost wished to be in the Doctora's position, always having someone waiting around the corner for him.

"I have a styling meeting today. Do you want to come and keep me company?"

"Naranja, the bastard is here."

You didn't even lift your head when Maria informed you of the arrival of your client. You had worn all black to mourn the death of your self esteem, prepared to ass-kiss as much as needed to preserve your job. Unfortunately, it was difficult to push down the burning rage in the pit of your stomach when you had to kiss the ass of the man who has hurt you so intensely.

Pedri strolled into the room clad in the ugliest jeans known to man, his doe-eyed teammate (Gavin?) trailing behind him. At least the littler one knew how to dress. He was in baggy jeans and an Amie Paris t-shirt, clean sneakers in the same shade of blue as his top. Pedri, on the other hand, was an abomination. His black hoodie was far too baggy on his frame, making him look somewhat inflated. It was made worse by the tight and ribbed denim hugging the (admittedly stunning) legs that ended suddenly in some chunky clompers.

"Good morning, Naranja."

God. Even the sound of his voice was like swallowing razor blades. You wished that you could hear the lilt in his speech without remembering the soft whispers against the column of your throat, guiding you to ecstasy at his command. The way that he encouraged you, coaxed the gentle sighs and high moans with just an ask.

"Let me hear you, pretty girl."

And who were you to deny? But now, looking at his soft eyes and confident stance, you wish you had resisted. Pretended you didn't speak Spanish that first godforsaken day in this office.

"Good morning Pedro."

A stifled laugh and wide eyes from the boy behind Pedri (God what was his name? Gustavo?). Pedri's shoulders had dropped significantly, his thick brows coming together in confusion.

"No one calls me Pedro. Not even my mother."

"Well, maybe it's a good time for you to learn what disappointment feels like. Especially since you're so comfortable giving it out to others. Do you have your boots?"

You could tell Pedri was lost for words, and it caused you a mild spark of satisfaction. You had spent the last week boiling silently, unable to unleash all the rage simmering in your chest. He nodded silently, pulling the box out of his bag.

"Great. Gabriel, there is a coffee shop on the second floor if you want to grab a drink while I'm fitting Pedro. I'm sure you've seen him naked plenty of times but-"

"No, no, I'll go. Would you like anything?"

After shaking your head, he exited the room, and you began frantically grabbing different sweat pants and shirts for Pedri to put on.

"His name is Gavi by the way." Pedri said to break the silence, and you turned so he could strip off his shirt.

"Come on, Naranja. Don't pretend you haven't see it already." He smiled somewhat earnestly, softer than he did at the other girls. You were a gentle thing, and he wanted to be gentle with you.

"How many other girls in this office have seen it as well, Pedro?" You asked with as much venom as you could muster, turning to face him and eyes locking as he unzipped his jeans.

"You think that sleeping with me is a company welcome gift, Naranja?"

"That's not my name."

"And Pedro isn't mine. But if you want to poke at me, I'll poke at you right back."

He was now in only his boxers and his socks, and it took everything within you not to glance downwards, a reminder of the sight from one week and one night ago. He took a defiant step forward, the heat radiating off his body.

"You know, Pedro," You began, steadying your voice. "Texting my coworker mere minutes after leaving my bed is a sin on it's own."

"Wait, what? Hold on-"

"But in those mere hours of bliss, I googled you. Looked at your name on Twitter. Saw who you were. And you're just another slimy athlete that uses girls and throws them away."

Your face broke when you heard him laugh loudly at the revelation. It made you angry, expecting him to feel ashamed of his behavior.

"I despise miscommunication, Naranja. So don't go jumping to conclusions and acting foolish. Your coworker sent me a letter essentially begging to fuck me, but I suspect you knew that already. Hell, you might have even been the one to switch the names around."

Your cheeks grew warmer, and a part of your brain registered that Gavi was now lingering in the doorway.

"But beyond that, linda, is that I was texting her to say I wasn't interested." He began dressing, joggers defining his legs in a way acid-washed denim never could. "But I don't like being judged based on rumors on Twitter. I want to be your friend-"

"Again with that word!" The outrage was finally seeping from you, and now that the lid had come off there was no containing it.

"How am I meant to be your friend, Pedro? You hit on me, you sleep with me, and then you moved on to the next girl. How am I supposed to be your friend after everything you've put me through?"

"What did you expect of me exactly?" He shoved his shirt over his head, a sweet bit of relief in a tense situation. "I like you, Naranja. More than a lot of other girls I've met. And I want to keep seeing you," he let his eyes burn a path down your body, "as a little more than a friend. If that's something you're into."

You took a step back, hand over your chest in shock. Did this man just ask you to be a friend with benefits, mere minutes after you asserted your disgust for his very being.

"You must think so highly of yourself." You couldn't raise your voice out of fear of it cracking. Just how much had you deluded yourself into thinking you found something special?

"I don't actually," there was a tone of laughter in his voice, "quite the opposite actually." There was suddenly not enough air between you. You simultaneously wished someone would interrupt you and that the moment would last forever.

"You're a sweet girl, Naranja. Too sweet for someone like me. I know who I am and what I want, and a girlfriend is not on that list currently."

"So what? I'm good enough for you to fuck and not to date?" You asked, the question heavy between the two of you. He remained silent, lips unmoving, the wheels turning behind deep chocolate eyes.

"I like you enough not to want to hurt you, Naranja. So, what do you say? Friends?"

"Go fuck yourself, Pedro."

The high pitched noise of the camera going off repeatedly was starting to get to your head. You leaned against the wall, rubbing at your temples to try and stave off the impending migraine. You opened your eyes briefly to see Gavi also leaning against the wall, gnawing on his lip and staring at his phone. Propelled by boredom, you shifted slowly along the wall to peak at what he was doing, desperate for any form of entertainment.

Thank God for the lack of Gavi's vertical blessing. A quick peek revealed that he wasn't actually typing any words, only rereading text from a contact that was saved as...

"Holy shit are you fucking your doctor?" You asked, probably a little louder than appropriate.

His eyes went wide as frying pans and he began to go visibly red. He started babbling out denials, explaining that the two of them were just friends.

"I mean she has a boyfriend and even if she didn't she would never go for me because she's so much older than me and cooler than me and she's way out of my league but all I want to do is keep her safe and make her happy and-"

His brain finally caught up to the words he was letting loose, and he abruptly suspended his word vomit.

"Does she know that you like her?" You asked, back against the wall, shoulder to shoulder with Gavi.

"God, I hope not. I don't want to do anything to make her life harder than it already is."

"Maybe telling her how you feel will make it easier. Maybe she feels the same."

"Yeah," he sighed deeply, looking wistfully at his phone again, "That's what Pedri keeps telling me."

The disgust was evident on your features. "I wouldn't really take Pedri's relationship advice."

"Now now, turning my best friend against me because you want me is a little extreme, Naranja." The voice behind you was too much to bear.

"Someone needs to give your best friend advice on how to not transform into a heartless user."

"Ironic. I remember one of us chanting 'use me, use me, use me' just last week." The response died in your mouth as Pedri's publicist approached. Where did this guy get off? Even if you believed his bullshit excuse about not wanting to fuck Silvia, the teen drama explanation as to why he doesn't "do" relationships compensated plenty.

"Alright you crazy kids! Ready to go shopping?" You spun around so quickly that you almost smacked Gavi with your hair.

"I beg your pardon? I am a stylist, not a personal shopper. I get pieces sent to me."

That was the truth. You weren't in charge or brand relations, and the purchasing department was an impenetrable fortress. Each week, a soulless intern wheeled a rack into the room, and you worked with what you were given. You had several ideas for how you could modernize some of these stuffy athletes, but that wasn't your place. Not yet anyways.

"Yes, of course. But we are redoing Pedri's wardrobe entirely. We have received communication from the team that his tunnel outfits are - what was the official wording? Oh yes, 'a detriment to the team's public image and an offense to the eyes of culers globally'. Springfield have also asked us to film some content during the journey."

"I don't think this is really part of Naranja's job description."

Of course Pedri was the one undermining you. Of course it was his voice speaking out only to call you incapable. You forced on your biggest smile, turning to face the agent directly.

"Oh, there's no issue at all. It would be an honor to makeover Spain's worst looking footballer."

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Okay end of part 2!! I have decided that I want to post more frequent, smaller parts for this story rather than giant updates every three months. Please let me know what you think in the comments and in my ask box, and potentially where you want this dynamic to go! Thanks cutes xoxo gavisuntiedboot <3

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rosepetalkitty · 2 months ago

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hi hey hello please read this its important info!!

about!!!

what is this? who am i?

hi hi hi!!! finally caved and made an nsfw/kink altblog. no i will not be linking this to my main blog even if u know me there. i doubt im ever gonna post anything thats just outright sexual here bc im acespec and not really into that stuff very much but like kink is such a fun topic so that'll come up a lot. also for the record, this is not a "men dni" page but i am generally sapphic.

call me Rose if you're subby or rosie if you want me to be ^-^ my pronouns are she/her, kit/kitty and ella (es.), i'm an 18y/o trans girl, and i've been diagnosed with adhd, autism and tourettes, among other things.

also, as of october 30th, 2024, i am a voice actress!!! my audios are posted on my reddit page!!! i don't do commissions (yet!) but im happy to take suggestions, so if you have an idea, shoot me an ask!!

and uhhh dunno what else i was gonna say. plspls send me asks i love the attention!!! i'll leave anons on until it becomes a problem~ anyways uh yeah! enjoy!

please read below the break for more information, especially if you plan on interacting with this blog!!

where you can reach me:

here, obviously, though tumblr dms are pretty bad. on the bright side this is like zero effort. you're on tumblr, im on tumblr, yay

simplex! you can click that link to add me, and if you don't have simplex it'll explain to you how to set it up, which is super duper easy. it's really really great privacy wise!! i would very much appreciate it if you send me a tumblr dm telling me your simplex display name so that i know who's who.

discord. my discord tag is the same as my url here. i do prefer simplex over discord though (mostly cuz i don't switch discord accounts on my phone bcuz it's a pain, and also bcuz of the privacy thing)

some links!

you can send me praise here!!!!

i write my stories on this neocities page now!

my cashapp is here!! it's essentially a virtual tip jar and if you appreciate my va work i would really really appreciate a tip, but please don't feel obligated to!

and here are some posts that are significant to me for one reason or another

this blog is a persona, a ranty short essay about identity, emotional freedom, masking and what it really means to know Me

my first real audio post!! oh my goddess this was so exciting!!!

on fear regarding human domestication guide, and on my hope to someday overcome it

regarding my roommate, myrrh

as of writing (2024-11-08), myrrh (murmur unless you have been given permission to use the prior! check baa pinned before interacting with bah!) and i are now comfortable interacting on tumblr. this is awesome because discussing kink as an interest is great and ba's my bestie, but i need to make this incredibly clear:

we are strictly platonic! we are not dating, we are not fwb, we do not do any kinky or sexual stuff together at all and never will. we chat about kink and sometimes make jokes about it at each other's expense, but we are friends who live together, not partners. do not insinuate otherwise, it makes both of us very uncomfortable.

An important note about dominance...

If you're exclusively a dom(me) you can skip this, otherwise I would appreciate it if you could at least skim it.

i do not like the expectation that i will be dominant at any given time, but I do enjoy showing some dominance sometimes, in some situations. I do enjoy being a brat, when I'm not already feeling really subby but want to be put in my place.

Hell, I do enjoy hypnotizing people. A lot, actually. I've been a hypnotist (in both a purely for fun way and occasionally a kink way depending on the person) for a relatively large number of people over the past several years, including in person for a handful of people, though much less so in the past year or so. I even make files now, and it's really really fun.

The problem is, I get burnt out very quickly if I force myself to be dominant when my brain isn't just doing it spontaneously. How do I know? In past relationships my partners saw me as a switch, and expected me to dominate them as much as they dominated me. I really can't do that. My dominance is as much within my control as my hyperfixations — I can make good use of it when it's there, but when it isn't there's nothing I can do to force it without causing myself lots of stress and burnout.

For that reason I'm not willing to be your domme or anyone else's. Instead of seeing me as a switch, please consider me a sub who can be dominant sometimes. I can't do it on demand, and I can't promise that I will be able to do it for any given person at any given time.

some notes for the page!

if ive tagged a post with #pull my trigger! then that means im ok with ppl playing with my brain in the notes!! otherwise, please just message me directly. im always okie with dms.

posts with #mean rosie on them have me teasing/messing with/bullying (in a /lh way) other people~ don't ask me to do this to you unless it's like a reblog responding to me doing that to you or smth. i don't usually enjoy showing dominance like that. sometimes im just the flavor of brat that likes to tease people. other times i do kinda feel a little bit dominant but. meh. even then ill pretty much always slip down into good girl mode on the spot if anyone shows any dominance towards me, usually even more so than i would normally.

posts tagged #angel rosie are ones that make me really happy~

#rosie rambles and #rosie rants go on serious/out of theme posts, with the latter being for emotionally heavy ones

#rosie speaks goes on all my audios~

plspls ask me about my triggers, my kinks, etcetc!!! i love getting told to answer questions >w<

dni list

any adult is free to view my page. minors, please leave. im serious. that said, there are certain things that will get you blocked from interacting with my page, so if your blog falls into any of these categories please kindly just look, don't touch.

agepl@y

terfs, and anyone else who doesn't think trans women are women

s!ssy, crossdressing and detrans themed pages. i have nothing against you for liking that stuff, but it makes me really uncomfortable because of some past experiences. please dni.

blank blogs, no age in bio or pinned, blogs that seem to just be spam reblogging everything, etc. sometimes this is case by case — "18+" is usually not chill, but "20s" or "30s" usually is. if you have nothing at all that's a nope. having a pfp is important, by the way.

blogs that just spam ai generated pictures. im sure youre chill, but ai pictures take the humanity out of your blog and frankly just look bad. posting one here or there on an otherwise human blog is thin ice, but i care a little less when there's other content too, as long as your other content is good.

my kinks, my limits my triggers

obviously im very very into hypnosis, especially intelligence play (aka dumbification), especially especially when there are bimbo themes involved. im also into everything on this list (in no particular order), but its definitely not exhaustive because theres things ive never tried before. please try new things on me!

light/medium bondage

pet play (as a kitty or a bunny, totes open to others but those are ones i luv)

spanking and other light pain, including light scratching/marking

being groped

praise and degradation, especially when its condescending

gentle doms (not that other styles are bad, but gentle+manipulative+condescending+possessive is my favorite)

other people picking my clothes

physical affection (headpats, scritchies, cuddles, kisses)

medical play (very specifically anesthesia, limited interest in other parts of it)

gaslighting

exhibitionism (especially when im being shown off)

behavior modification (especially clicker training!)

edging and denial

i have a voice kink for certain types of voices. generally my favorites are deep femme voices with really soft tones that get sharp to add emphasis to certain words like "drop" or "now". i also sometimes like higher softer masc voices, but deep or rough masc voices make me uncomfortable most of the time. if you want me to give you examples of hypnotists on the internet whose files i like, please send an ask or dm me.

when im in control (especially when it's about my audios!!!), i love being told how i make you feel, what you think of me, etc, so go on, feed my ego ;)

sooo yeah!! next are my soft limits — things i don't necessarily love but can tolerate in an otherwise fun context. please ask before acting on these because i would generally prefer to avoid them.

hypno audios narrated by text to speech — most of them are just grating and i can't relax with them.

"brainwashing" files that are just someone saying the same thing over and over with no induction or deepener or triggers or anything to put me under. i need to be in trance before that stuff does anything.

"hypnosis audios" that have loud music, or where the script is turned into a song. i've heard it done well maybe once or twice, i've heard it done wrong a million times.

hypnosis content as long form videos, especially when i need to read text in the video. my eyes get exhausted from staring at a screen for too long. i really really prefer audio, and text is good too, but videos longer than a couple minutes are rough.

and finally, here are my hard limits. please don't bring these things up. full stop. these are non-negotiable.

everything on my dni list

the drugs haloperidol/haldol, lorazepam/ativan and promethazine/phenergan

heavy pain

blood, knives/sharps, heavy scratching/marking

being asked/"forced" (i can and will block you if you're pushy) to send pictures or videos. audio is a hard maybe and very much depends on dysphoria at that moment and vibes. but yeah pictures and videos are a no-go.

being sent dick pics. please don't. im not into that. other pics are probably fine as long as you're chill.

extended degradation with no praise (i start having genuine self image issues past a certain point - i like being degraded, having my behavior changed, and then being praised as a reinforcement mechanism)

intox play, especially alcohol and weed. it scares me because of some past experiences. this is specifically about being intoxicated in the traditional sense (drunk/high), so like for example being sedated is something im cool with (and actually love the idea of)

feeding kink stuff

and here are some of my hypnotic triggers, in no particular order

"brain goes bye bye" melts my brain and makes it really hard to think

"control goes bye bye" takes control of my brain and my body away so that i just do as im told

"memories go bye bye" makes it really hard to remember anything for a while, which mostly just shuts my brain off. these first three are all from Miss Lilith, i love her files~ <3

"sleep" and "drop" both put me under, to varying degrees of success. might take multiple uses to really take me down deep, and really everything works better with a snap

"good girl" makes me happy and a tiny bit more obedient

"look here", "listen" and "focus" draw in my attention and make it hard to look away from/ignore whatever is being shown/said to me. they also usually make me more suggestible.

"lightning" makes me feel weak and dazed and when im like that "thunder" puts me under and gets me really floaty and fuzzy

"submit and obey" makes me obedient and super duper suggestible

i have a lot more, im just not remembering them all right now. theres probably dozens in my brain from all the files ive conditioned myself with over the years

#rosie rambles #pull my trigger!

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fandom-hoarder · 10 months ago

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Ok, so I got an ask for mutual aid. Of course, it's human to want to help someone in need, even if all you can do is reblog their post. But you also don't want to be scammed, or help spread a scam. So you look for clues, or you only reblog your mutuals' aid posts because you at least know they're *real*, or you don't reblog aid posts at all.

So, what are the tells? (I'm not an expert, this is just what I've learned through osmosis.)

Do they follow/interact with you, outside of the mutual aid request?

Is their username weirdly generic?

Does the blog look like a real tumblr user, and not just someone who made a tumblr to ask for aid? How old is it? Is it involved in any fandoms? Does it seem staged?

Does their aid ask and needs description make sense? Is it overly vague, or bogged down with unneeded details?

If you quote-search the body of their aid ask, do you get any similar hits for scams on other sites or under other names?

Does the account for donations look legit?

What do you find when you reverse image search?

So, having received an ask that sounded very much like someone whose mutual aid I would want to support if they're real, but already having two red flags from the jump (not following me and not in my notifications, weird wording and grammar on ask), I endeavored to suss them out.

Screencaps of my adventure under the cut.

Like someone else has said, please don't go harrass this blog. Even if it's a scam, at some point there's a person behind that screen.

So here's the ask.

Red flags: they don't follow me, I don't know them, the ask is long, the grammar and punctuation are bad, word choices are odd or misspelled. These don't mean it's automatically fake, but it looks more like a weird AI than someone using google translate to communicate in English.

So I check their blog.

Their pinned post is this (click to read, it's a longass pic):

I don't take any links yet.

I take a block of their post and check it in google; all I get are snapshots of tumblr reblogs for their aid post. I click the "buy me a coffee" link, and it looks...idk, fine I guess. There's a tumblr logo, but clicking it seems to do nothing. (I'm on mobile)

A quick search of their name on tumblr gives me 2 posts mentioning them spamming this same message to people.

I read the one with the readmore linked here

After reading wannursyafiqah74's post about it, I got on my laptop and went back to casualdonutfire.

Mostly random reblogs; cats and other random reblogs of mostly pics, many with comments that could've/should've been tags, and no actual tags whatsoever. Like set dressing that says, "See? I'm a real person! I'm leaving comments about my reblogs that show I'm not a bot! I interact! I know what I'm I'm reblogging!"

It gives me a creepy vibe. I try google again to see if I can find their presence elsewhere on tumblr. The returns are still all snapshots of their mutual aid post. I open their archive. Ok, their tumblr has archive on...?

There are no fandom-esque posts until the very first reblog, a comment on One Piece fanart on October 18, 2023.

Their first post about needing aid was on November 7, 2023. Nearly the same wording as their pinned post, except they don't mention having a child. Zero specifics on what amount is needed for what or a timeline or anything. Not even anything about Christmas coming up. Tagged generously for trans surgery and other visibility words.

Oh. AND. The buymeacoffee is different. Adela, not Adella.

Then their next post for aid is fresh on January 11, 2024; nearly the same wording, except now there's a daughter and a birthday -- no date for the birthday, though, is there?!

[reblog linked here] If you go to their January 12th reblog and click on the "video proof," it's an audio-only black screen upload to imgur, with no identifying info for what's going on other than what they describe (and it doesn't really sound like what they describe; it sounds like a kid ready for christmas but not disappointed, like idk what more you're supposed to get out of it)

Then I clicked on their buymeacoffee link and noticed something. When I hovered my mouse over the tumblr symbol under their blurb, the link embedded there showed up at the bottom of my screen. And it was NOT casualdonutfire.

It was deepeagletimetravel. And, of course, it's a nuked tumblr. Hence doing NOTHING for me on mobile.

So I went to google again!

And lo, what do I find in those lurking reblogs?

ANOTHER MUTUAL AID POST IN EVERYONE'S REBLOGS. WITH A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT PERSONA AND STORY. BUT THE SAME WALL OF TEXT + BAD PUNCTUATION STYLE

Using a stock photo for their initial "bio" that seems awfully misleading when you don't say it's a stock photo.

And with stolen/uncredited art by thetransformistress as a thank you.

And, of course, the buymeacoffee page it linked for Ameera (buymeacoffee.com/AmeeradelzC) is blank. 👀 Totallynormal, nothing to see here.

But this makes me think. I go back to that Nov 7 casualdonutfire post, with their first buymeacoffee link to "Adela" (buymeacoffee.com/adelladomil)--

and what do ya know, the tumblr that opens is casualdonutfire!

So did they forget they made an adela account, and change their ameera buymeacoffee account to adella for their new post, forgetting to change the deepeagletimetravel tumblr name?! 🤷‍♀️

#possible scam #scam alert #scam likely #casualdonutfire #deepeagletimetravel

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quins-makeshift-menagerie · 10 months ago

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I joined this blog a couple of minutes ago and I'm now realizing that I have a lot of story to catch up on, so could you maybe give me a quick run down of everything that has happened so far?

(I asked this same question on your "Joys Of Reality" blog but then I noticed that it was a side blog so now I'm re-asking this question here lol)

Gonna be real even a quick run down leaves a lot out, so I recommend reading it from the beginning if you have the time(link can be found in the blog’s pinned post)

That being said I will make an attempt

Zeus and Mnemosyne are trapped within an abandoned facility, in a digital program(they’re romantic partners)

With the help of various people they manage to create phsyical bodies for themselves

Something goes wrong in the process, Mnemosyne is left in a coma for several months

The fear and stress causes Zeus to mega evolve, alerting Fuji(OG Mewtwo) to their location

The duo are brought to Mirage Island, where they get aid from Fuji and Joyce(First movie Nurse Joy)

Agnita(the sample donor of Mnemosyne’s body) catches wind of Mnemosyne being unwell and helps them recover with some speedy gene therapy

Mnemosyne eventually wakes up, the duo is now free to experience life as flesh and blood

Sometime around this point Janus(OG Mew) makes their way to Mirage Island since “what why is there another Mew I’m the only Mew”

Mnemosyne gets pregnant

Seeing as Mnemosyne has no idea how to handle a Mew’s power and is now trying to bring more into the world, Janus offers to help them get to know the basics so they(and the unborn mittens) at least don’t blow the place up

Mnemosyne goes into labor

Various factors cause their first born, Calliope, to be born premature and weak, it’s expected she won’t last the night

Janus begrudgingly gives Calliope a boost, they’re alive and well but still pretty frail compared to their siblings, Clio and Erato

Also Callie’s blind(?). Another side effect of being premature, but it’s okay she’s got Oops, her seeing eye ‘mon

Seeing as all is well, Fuji heads out to find this other Mewtwo he’s being told about

There’s a kinda interlude here where we spent some time with Janus TL;DR Janus is very old, very tired, and isn’t ready to be Callie’s grandmewther even though Callie is PERSISTENT

Mnemosyne has a VERY bad time in a VERY bad dream with a VERY bad pile of slop that totally isn’t relevant to the story(he is, his temp name is “Goopy”, people love him for some reason)

Joyce gets super worried after watching Fuji’s vitals spike while he’s away

Joyce fails terribly in thinking Fuji went and got himself killed after he’s late coming home(man is late ONE TIME-)

Surprise! Fuji isn’t dead but his main and secondary neck have some pretty bad wounds that are Concerning™️

Double surprise! That Mewtwo he went to go find? Yeah she’s a feral little kitten that tried to divorce Fuji’s head from his body

Her name is Bellatrix(Movie 16 Mewtwo)

She’s very grumpy, enjoys pecha juice, and has now grown very attached to Joyce. Still thinks Fuji is a jerk tho but they’re working on that

#and I BELIEVE that’s the whole story summed up to the best of my ability #it’s #still a bit of a read but #I tried :’D #thank you #kaiju-enjoyer #ask

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subhumanselflover · 6 months ago

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Hello, can you do smut to fluff with Baiken getting impregnated by the reader and then how she would be as a mom? Thanks

note: okay. i'm not gonna lie this is a scary request for me because this is NOT subject matter i'm used to, and i still need to figure out how to write baiken.. especially in this particular scenario. however, i am an encourager of playing with canon like dolls, and don't wanna leave ya waiting any longer, anon. anyways, i'm formatting it as a few scenarios. if you want more and something more specific, my ko-fi is linked in my pinned :3 also no offense anon but i chuckled a little at this being the third request i got. lightheartedly, i feel like i've been hit with the writer's equivalent of "now draw her pregnant". okay, anyways, enough mar yapping, hope you enjoy

Baiken x Reader NSFW, Dearest

Hands wandering over her, you worked to please the samurai under you. Thrusting into Baiken's warm wetness, she let out a quiet, growling moan, reaching for your head to pull lightly at your hair. "I'm getting close, Baiken," You warned her, trying to be polite, which she usually appreciated. "Mm, I can tell," She said with a smirk, clearly a bit softer than usual. "Cum inside this time," She demanded, leaving little room for argument, or anything of the sort. And so, without wanting to displease her, you did.

Something about that was.. strange. Baiken seemed to have no interest in motherhood before. Sure, she had practically adopted Delilah, and done a damn good job taking care of her, but she had never willingly talked of being a mother. But due to the fact that she fell asleep right after sex, snoring rather loudly next to you, you couldn't talk to her about it until the morning. For now, you curled up with her in your arms, and decided you'd make it the topic of conversation over breakfast.

And when the morning came, you brought it up to her. However, Baiken being Baiken, simply stated that she decided she'd like to be a mother. She wanted to give someone a life that had been better than hers, at least as much as she could control. Understanding, you began to prepare together to become parents.

Baiken's pregnancy was not easy. The emotions were.. difficult to deal with, and you swore you were going to get your head cut off one of these days. All in all, you did your best to take care of her, but she took it the wrong way on a fair amount of days. "You think I can't take care of myself?" She'd growl, and you tried not to make a big deal of defending yourself, as that would only likely make it worse. You both did your best.

(I am not writing anything about childbirth. If you wanted that, I remind you that my ko-fi is in my pinned post.)

In the early days of having a newborn, Baiken got up many nights to deal with your child crying. She'd grumble as she left your shared bed, but if you went in to check on her, you'd find her lovingly holding the child in her arms, trying as she could to soothe the little one. As she held the child, she gave you a dirty look, as if you hadn't seen her act soft before. You laugh to yourself a little. When you left the room, she kissed the newborn on the head, and put them down into the crib once they stopped crying. As you had went back to bed, you notice in the morning that Baiken didn't rejoin you-- no, you found her the next morning sitting on the chair adjacent to the crib in the child's nursery. She had stayed all night, just in case she was needed again.

#guilty gear nsft #baiken nsft #baiken x reader

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wistfulnightingale · 7 days ago

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The Chess Moves Theory Set -- Why Chess & Magic? (A Final 15 MetaTheory)

The Final Episode of Good Omens S2 is full of moments that caught our attention. We cried, we rewatched in disbelief, and some of us generated speculation and theories. Yet it remained difficult to find a solid "other" explanation for everything that occurred. Maybe it really was an incredibly painful breakup. The Ineffable Divorce.

Speculation about any one of the key moments, looked at individually, leave gaps and questions and uncertainties. But together, they might propose a different picture. I think it's a piece by piece jigsaw puzzle, or the sequences in a Regency Era dance, or --- A complex game of chess.

Over many months, I've put together a set of 8 scenes/theories, Eight Chess Moves that, together, might prove that what we saw wasn't all there was. Some might seem exciting, some might seem bonkers. Personally, I think there's reasons (or sometimes even proof) for each of them, or I wouldn't propose them to you. I've listed and linked each one below. I hope you'll at least enjoy them!

Now, I'm not a skilled chess player, not at all. But The Metatron is. He's a Chess Master (at manipulation), and Our Ineffables have had to quickly develop their skills, anticipating moves and creating counter moves. Hopefully they are skilled enough to shift the board and win this deadly game.

Like Fell the Marvelous Magician, flicking the envelope after the incriminating photo has been tucked away, magic and Misdirection are also used. Misdirection means that the magician is not "hiding" the trick -- they convince you to start looking for the trick after it's already happened. Magicians Penn and Teller are quoted as saying, "The strongest lie is the lie that the audience tells itself."

This Masterclass article on What Is Misdirection in Magic tells exactly how it's done:

Social Cues -- Look where they look, not where we should look

Multitasking/Split Focus -- Distractions

Patter -- Rapid talking & questions (Lookin' at you, Nina!)

Emotional Manipulation -- Yeah, that Crowley moment with Nina

Time Misdirection -- It already happens before we know to look

Convincers -- Someone validates that everything's normal

Repetition -- We get used to seeing something, and don't question it anymore

I'll be refering to most of these in the theory breakdowns, since they're a huge part of how a lot of this managed to sneak under our radar.

The Eight Chess Moves Theory Set:

1 - The Metatron Misdirection

2 - The Metatron's Second Coming

3 - Ineffables in Check

4 - A Hefty Jigger of Death

5 - Nothing Lasts Forever

6 - The Circle Kiss Theory

7 - The Nightingale DID Sing

8 - Aziraphale's Jubilant Smile (NOT the crazy elevator grin)

(Please go to @wistfulnightingale for my pinned post if these aren't linked up here! My Apologies! I've been scurrying to get it all linked)

No single chess move on the board wins a match. It is the series of moves, each decision, each part of the strategy, that leads to the victory. For nearly a year and a half, the fandom has been analyzing various scenes that raised questions in our minds. We get closest to figuring it out, I believe, if we look at all those mysterious moments together. None of my theories is convincing if it stands alone. However, as a SET, each leading to the next, they might make a more compelling case for the moves and countermoves that were happening in S2.

The opening credits sequence has a lot of clues about Magic in it (like rabbits Everywhere!!), letting us know that Magic is gonna be important in S2, as detailed in @sendarya 's YouTube video:

Good Omens Title Sequence, EASTER EGGS and hidden clues uncovered!

Interestingly, I think we've actually also been told to look for a chess metaphor, just as we were given clues to look for Magic Tricks. There are chess pieces and a chess board visible behind Crowley (next to the fateful grandfather clock!) in much of the end of E6. And earlier, in E3 when Jimbriel is swatting at the fly and demonstrating gravity, we are given a very clear shot of the book "My Best Games of Chess."

That same book is also featured several times in the 1946 Powell and Pressburger movie "Stairway to Heaven," as @sendarya noticed. (The multiple connections of chess and "Stairway to Heaaven" with S2 is wonderfully explained in another YouTube video by @sendarya ,

Good Omens Love or Law, which is stronger?

I highly recommend checking it out!) The movie poster on the left for "Stairway to Heaven" is seen twice in Good Omens S2, in the opening credit sequence (seen below) and in Maggie's record shop.

The poster on the right also shows the movie's U.K. release name, "A Matter of Life and Death." As fun and fluffy as Good Omens S2 began, the reference to this other title becomes too fitting for our Ineffables by the final episode.

The Chess book and the repeated presence of the movie poster certainly seem to mean Something. The video by @sendarya is what inspired me to look at all the mysteriously odd moments of S2 as related parts of a Chess Game, "A Matter of Life and Death" between the Metatron and Our Ineffables. Each moment looked at alone just leads to more questions. Together, they might start to make sense.

I hope you enjoy all of the parts of my Chess Match Theory Set. (I've been neurotically pondering and examining and rewriting this stuff for months!) Hopefully, these ideas are still consistent with Terry Pratchett's ideas for where these two characters who began as one will end up. I'm hopeful that I'm onto something here, but I also hope (tentatively believe?) that the plot they suggest still fits with the Rescued 90, the Finale of our Ineffable Adventures. And, if I'm mistaken, at least it gives us something to talk about in the meantime!

Thanks for coming with me on this crazy ride!

To Our World!

#good omens theories #good omens finale #good omens meta #terry pratchett #Chess Moves Theory #thank you rob and rhianna #good omens 2 #rescued 90 #ineffable husbands #wistfulnightingale #aziracrow #to our world #the metatron #a nightingale sang in berkeley square

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quotidian-oblivion · 1 year ago

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Wouldst THou be okay with questions???

What’s your favourite thing to do at 2am (follow up question, fic recs??????)

Love

'Course! I has puts blanket permission it on le pinned post.

Read/write fics. Unquestionably. And eat junk food (like ferrero rochers *cough cough*). If i was alone in the house at 2 am, i would probably be singing out as loud as i could.

But *sigh* I end up doing schoolwork half the time. The other half I'm laying in my bed, and sleep-deprived me takes over and magically produces a fic and its outline leaving daytime-me to write it out and expand on it.

Fic recs... hmmm... Lemme go visit my bookmarks and link the links here.

Okay, so Repletion by sardnoic-sprite is rlly good. Actually lol, im providing analyzations + some minor info and ideas on the 2.0 version of the fic to sprite rn. In this one, Uncle Edward does exist and is a certified asshole and abuser. He tries to control Tim and keep him away from the Bats and threatens to hurt Tim real bad if the Bats try to contact him.

Zugzwang by sardonic sprite is rlly good too! Very hurty. Much angst. Ra's captures the batfam and challenges Tim to a game of chess. Each move is dangerous. A small mistake puts any of the Bats at risk. And Tim has to predict which batfam member will get hurt depending on which chess piece he moves.

And the whole series of Celebrity Batwaynes by sardonic-sprite is rlly good too! It had me cracking up so much. But ofc there's angst there too, but mostly crack and i adore this series with my life. It's about the Gotham vigilantes, some rogues, and the Waynes doing internet challenges like Buzzfeed quizzes and other stuff too.

My Mummy Has Tattoos by I_is_a_fangirl_yee is v v angsty. And yes, im being prejudiced rn but what im not being prejudiced abt is the fact that i screamed out loud in class while beta-ing this fic.

Now, The Dream Of Flight by A_Canceled_Stamp is an excellent fic I will never stop yakking about. The plot is literally just Tim falling off a building. But the writing? The emotions captured within the writing, the pure act of storytelling through actions described by text is something out-of-the-world.

I adore Instead Of All The Colors I Saw by SilverSkiesAtMidnight. It deals with Tim dealing with the aftermath of Titans Tower and his relationship with Jason and oof- the angsty dialogue is PEAK.

All of Vamillepudding's works. Well, at least the Batman ones, those are the only ones i've read. But they are all. Just. So. Good. The writing and oh- the ideas especially. Definitely some of the greatest Tim joins the batfam early fics to ever have existed.

Living Dead Boy by Terranphuem. *SCREAMS*. This fic. Let me tell you, this fic. It reached into my heart, grabbed it and teared it out then bandaged it and put it back in again. It's about Tim encountering Jason from when he just rose from the grave. And Jason's catatonic and everything and Tim helps him all by himself (with special help a little later) to make him "good enough" to return back to Bruce. SUCH A GOOD READ ISTG.

untitled titan's tower fic #89268439 by Ashynarr. It's, as the title says, a TT fic, but in this one, Jason finds Tim's old fanfiction account and tortures him by rereading some stuff from there to Tim XD Doesnt get the attention it deserves imo.

come back home please by PurpleHeartsOne. Gosh, the writing in this one... it is Up There with the Greats. I love how the emotions is captured so well here and also how smoothly the progression of chapters goes! The character development and- oh! The character reveal! Ahhhhh! Please do mind, it is still incomplete 8/10 chapters rn.

sipping the piping hot tea by BlueTee. In this one, Tim sips tea and destroys Jason instead of Titans Tower happening. Gosh, i loved the nonverbal reactions so much 😂

Conference Room 2B by motelyfam. It's part of a series, but it's so good, it deserves its own special appearance. Big bro Jason Todd! And theater kid Jason Todd! They're both in here!!

of crime lords and literature by adelfie. Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh! The writing! The fucking- *slams table* THE WRITING!! It's a TT AU where Tim asks help from Jason for English h.w. There's more obviously, but that's where the plot starts. It is. so good.

don't drop the baby (i'm the baby) by Ms_Trickster. I will never ever ever shut up about this. I read this twice and both times I teared up. Both times. This fic means a lot to me on a personal level. Basically, Tim accidentally time-travels and meets a baby version of himself.

Late Night encounters by paperxcrowns. Oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh! I adore this fic! Not only is the writing especially good, but the story line, the slow and smooth and excellent progression of events and character! Ahhhh! It's about Tim meeting Jason accidentally at a cafe and him somehow accidentally helping Tim with his homework and becoming friends.

just be there by TaraLaurel is so so good. I wrote a fic inspired by it (it's Shiver btw, the title of the inspired fic). Heck, I love all the batfam fics written by them (I haven't read the other fandom fics). This one is touch-starved tim drake and who doesn't love touch-starved tim drake! But more particularly, the writing. The fucking- writing. I'm like, the person who reads fanfics, but the ones with good fucking writing become my favorite cuz then i can kinda read it again and learn from it yk? It's like, looking up to people. And I look up to this author. How they describe emotions through nonverbal actions and verbal actions and subtle actions but also the inner monologue as well. Love it all.

Lastly, I've been saving this for the end. Rebel Without A Clause by DangerBeckett. This fic covers topics like classism and has Deep Stuff in it which is so so fun to read! I started commenting from the third chapter. Then by the fifth chapter, my two-sentence comments turned to two-page comments. As did with so many other commenters. I love the author and their writing. It is truly top tier. I love the character development going on too and the retrospection of topics and events through fiction and fandom. Truly excellent. Honestly. I can go on and on. And I have! It's about Tim meeting the batfam through galas and slowly getting adopted by them. It's in-progress still.

Those were too many fics probably lol. But I kept going through my bookmarks like "Oh! I forgot about that one! It was so fun". Happy reading! Thanks for the ask! ^^

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callsigndragon · 2 years ago

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Seeing Red | Ch 0.5: Off with his head!

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x ex-wife!Reader (Call sign: Red Queen)

Word count: 559

Warnings: a very pissed off and hot Cyclone.

A/N: AND IT'S HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERE. I remembered that tomorrow I have a morning shift so I wouldn't be able to write a whole full chapter for y'all, but I got time to write a sneak peek BEFORE the whole full chapter that maybe will be posted by tomorrow night or maybe Tuesday. Don't know yet. FEW IMPORTANT THINGS TO KEEP IN MIND: Whenever they talk about Red, they will say Commander, not Lieutenant Commander. In general conversation, they don't say Lieutenant, only Commander. But whenever there's a formal conversation, or she's being introduced to a new person, she will be adressed as Lieutenat Commander.

Masterlist is on pinned post, in Jake's Masterlist. If I add a link, my fic won't show up under the tags. I'm really sorry about it.

Beau Simpson has always considered himself to be a patient man. Even when Maverick walked around Top Gun doing whatever he pleased, not caring about the consequences of his actions, he never lost his patience. Not completely, at least.

Hangman, however, soon enough proved to be a worthy successor to Maverick’s abilities, not only as a pilot but also as a troublemaker.

The Vice Admiral didn’t care much about it during the uranium mission training, because, even though Hangman acted like a complete idiot and left his wingman behind on a dogfighting exercise, he then started to be part of the team. Maybe, and just maybe, Maverick’s teachings about the importance of teamwork and how one should always rely on their team had finally gotten into his head.

And then, just like everyone imagined, once the mission was over, he started being his old self with everyone that wasn’t part of the Dagger Squad.

Cyclone had given him the team leader position, hoping that the pressure of such a position would make him a better person, more responsible, and less reckless.

It had the opposite effect.

But, come to think of it, he knows that none of them are fit to be team leaders. All have been extremely influenced by Maverick’s attitude. It’s like having his children run all around the base, causing havoc.

He needs to think of something to stop them from becoming more like Maverick. If that can be helped.

“Cyclone.”

Beau raises his head, noticing Warlock’s figure peeping into the office. He knows that tone. And it’s not a good one. “What has he done now?”

Warlock hides a laugh, faking a cough, before moving further into the office. "Remember when you thought that grounding Lieutenant Seresin to be a Top Gun instructor for a month was a good idea?”

Cyclone inhales loudly, dropping his fountain pen—the one that his daughters had bought him for his birthday not so long ago. “It wasn’t, right?”

“He’s teaching them that sometimes leaving your wingman is the only correct course of action.”

“Every time one of those little Mitchells does something, I lose ten years of my life.”

Warlock chuckles, but stops instantly when he sees Cyclone’s glare. “You want me to bring him to your office?”

Cyclone sighs. He had been considering doing something for a few weeks, but he felt it was too cruel, even for someone deserving of such a punishment as Hangman. But this has gone too far.

Jake Seresin needs to be stopped.

He picks up the phone, searching for a phone number that his secretary had looked up for him earlier this week. There’s a devilish smirk on his lips while he presses the buttons down.

“What are you doing?” Warlock asks, leaning over the table to look at the number written on a yellow post-it.

“Chop off his head.”

He waits for a few seconds until a female voice answers. "Hello?"

"Lieutenant Commander Seresin?"

"Yeah, that's me. Please, call me Red."

"Good morning, Red. I'm Vice Admiral Simpson. There's an empty position in an elite squad, and we think you're exactly what the team is missing."

"When do you want me to be there?" She says, not needing any more information.

"The question is, when can you be here?"

There's a pause. "In two days."

"Welcome back to Top Gun, Commander."

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mlwood1498 · 3 months ago

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Bite Me Baby, So I Know I'm Alive

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Hey all. It's been a MINUTE since I last posted my writing. A very lovely acquaintance of mine @hongjoongtime117 gave me this prompt and I couldn't resist trying something new. I've never had biting in a non omegaverse fic, so it was fun to test it out. I wrote this over two and a half months so I apologize for any lost continuity. It's just good to get back in the game and also into a new fandom. I hope you enjoy it! Feel free to send constructive suggestions or typo alerts to [email protected].

Summary: Seonghwa stared at the ceiling, lights from the street reflecting across the quiet room. He slid his fingers over the still tender spot on his shoulder, which was more of a faint bruise, his flesh protected by his shirt earlier. He always had lots of bruises from dancing, but he admitted to getting a little bit of a thrill from this one. Moving his hand further across his collarbone, he traced over what he knew to be a perfect bite shaped mark. He'd seen it in the mirror when he'd washed up. He felt the phantom wet heat of Hongjoong's breath and the momentary flick of his tongue against his skin. His tongue. That little thrill turned into a throb of heat in his belly.

Chapter 1

Seonghwa was watching several of the other members running around the practice room, playing some game he wasn't sure they even knew what the name of it was. It seemed to involve wrestling and biting, which was of no surprise. They'd had several days free and now most of them had a lot of excess energy built up. He sighed, knowing they'd regret it later once they started getting into the new choreo, but didn't put a stop to it. Hongjoong was involved anyway and despite being his elder, Seonghwa tried not to tell their leader what to do. They had tried to maintain that boundary despite the slight age gap. He didn't always succeed of course. Sometimes Hongjoong didn't eat enough or sleep enough and someone had to set him back on the healthy path.

He winced as Mingi yelled and laugh-cried as Hongjoong and Wooyoung both pinned him and bit his arm and shoulder from each side. “Stop! Assholes!” Mingi screeched, wiggling away and making right for Seonghwa. “Hyung, save me!” Mingi begged, laughing. Wooyoung was already moving on to poor Yeosang, who looked adorably flustered as he was backed into a corner.

“What are you all even playing?” Seonghwa asked from where he lounged on the small loveseat against one wall. Mingi plopped next to him and shrugged. “No idea, but they're winning I think,” he said, rubbing his arm and hissing. He poked at his shoulder and huffed. “Woo, the makeup noona is going to be pissed trying to cover this,” Mingi yelled, holding up his arm and showing the red mark on his arm. “Atiny will be mad too Hyung,” he said grinning at Hongjoong, who was on the floor, chin resting on his hands and smiling back.

“What because you'll have to cover up for once?” Hongjoong snorted. “I wouldn't worry. It'll drive them nuts and they'll get even more excited when you show a little skin next time,” their leader said dismissively, rolling onto his back and resting his hands on his belly. He had a few seconds of peace and then Woo pounced, Yeosang having been saved by San.

Seonghwa rolled his eyes and turned to look at Mingi's arm and shoulder, ignoring the other two screeching and laughing. “Let me see,” he said with a small huff. Mingi held out his arm dutifully. “Mm, I didn't think it'll leave a lasting mark. It's just a little red. Your shoulder will though. He bites hard, doesn't he?” Seonghwa said with a snort as he gently touched the bite.

“Mmhm,” Mingi said, rubbing his shoulder and then falling back on the couch with a sigh. “At least it looks kinda cool. Hyung has really straight teeth, so it's kinda perfect looking. He smirked at Seonghwa. “Too bad I'm not really into biting huh? Bet he'd leave pretty marks on someone's thighs.”

Seonghwa flushed at the remark. It's not like it was a secret they had all had sex at some point, but they didn't talk about it a lot. At least they didn't with Seonghwa and certainly not about what any of their personal kinks were if they did. He knew that Wooyoung, San and Yeosang had had some wild conversations, because they tended to spill out into the common room and frequently a bystander got roped into it, but the rest of them were pretty quiet about it in general.

Seonghwa didn't like to talk about it much. Minho was about the only one he ever said anything to, and it wasn't often. The taboo around it still ate at him even after all of these years of knowing for sure he was gay. The members all knew each other's preferences, of course. You could hardly live with seven other guys and not know a few secrets about them. They didn't care that Seonghwa preferred men, just like they didn't care that Yeosang and Wooyoung were interested in both fairly indiscriminately and frequently, or that Hongjoong was interested in only certain people and had to make a pretty deep connection first. He was fairly certain that San and Mingi were more like Hongjoong too, with the way they talked about people of interest in their conversations. Jongho and Yunho liked women, but he knew they harbored a soft spot for their ship unit.

But so did Seonghwa. Hongjoong was his assigned ship, so of course they'd had to figure out how to connect in a way that was at least natural looking. They'd had a hard time at first, remaining ridiculously awkward around each other for months, years. Sure, they were friends, but skinship was incredibly stilted between them in the beginning. Even now, with Hongjoong's aversion to casual touch it was sometimes awkward. But the close quarters, the ups and downs, the laughter and tears…it had eventually morphed into something at least less forced and easy. Hongjoong was easy to be around and could be cuddly if he was in the right mood. He was funny and insanely intelligent, making him interesting to talk to.

Hongjoong gave a loud war cry and tackled Wooyoung.

He was also crazy and a little violent.

“You're thinking about it aren't you?” Mingi teased, startling him out of his thoughts and pulling his eyes away from Hongjoong tickling a shrieking Wooyoung.

Seonghwa blinked, realizing he had probably looked totally spaced out. “Sorry? Thinking about what?”. He looked at his friend curiously, blinking again at the smirk he was receiving. He blushed and didn't even know why.

“About him biting you,” Mingi said grinning and letting his head fall back. “And you do have pretty thighs.”

“I wasn't!” Seonghwa protested, turning darker pink at the implication and the teasing comment about his legs. “We're not like that.”

“Mm I know, but you should be. At least someone would be getting some action around here besides Youngie and Sangie,” Mingi huffed. They both turned as Wooyoung squealed, seeing that San had thrown him over his shoulder and smacked his ass. “Do you ever wonder?” he asked, nodding his head at the pair.

“Mmhm, about as often as I wonder about you and Yuyu,” Seonghwa teased, smirking at his chance to get back at him. Mingi gasped in shock, sitting up, but never got a chance to protest as four of the BBTrippin hyungs filed in cheerfully greeting them and telling them to bring it in.

Seonghwa ended up next to Hongjoong, off to the left side, smiling at his friend as the dancers started to tell them about some of the things they wanted to start on today. Hongjoong grinned back cheerfully and suddenly all Seonghwa could think about was Mingi's teasing, because dammit his teeth were perfect. And unlike Mingi, Seonghwa could fully admit he liked a little biting, and honestly a little pain now and then. Fortunately, before he could wander down that road very far, he was torn from his thoughts as he was called to the front to begin to learn his part.

***

Seonghwa tried not to make a sound as a blindfolded Hongjoong tripped over him, and managed to catch himself on the couch next to where Seonghwa had tried hiding. They were playing a game where one side was zombies and the other survivors trying to…well survive. The survivors were not winning and Seonghwa was the last. He just needed to hold out for five more minutes according to the digital timer on the wall.

Hongjoong would be able to tell he'd just tripped over a person though, so Seonghwa tried to slip away quickly, but was met with a wall on one side and Hongjoong on the other. The chuckling leader righted himself and reached out, trying to feel whomever he'd just run into. Seonghwa scrunched up as small as his lanky form could, hoping Hongjoong would think he moved. Of course Hongjoong just went for it and went to his knees, grasping. Seonghwa squeaked as Hongjoong grabbed for him and caught him first by his ankle and then by the hair.

“Ha!” the younger man crowed, tightening his grip and immediately going in for the game winning bite. Seonghwa was the last man alive, so to speak, but not for long. He completely froze up as hot breath caressed his neck and then teeth bit hard against his shoulder. Don't cry out, don't cry out. That was the rule. Just don't cry out. Zombies wouldn't cry right? Hongjoong growled at the non-response and bit harder, yanking his head back slightly by his hair.

Seonghwa gasped and then reflectively yelled as another bite landed near his collarbone, teeth to skin. Hongjoong pulled away and grinned, as the other guys cheered and laughed. He plopped down right in Seonghwa's lap as the older man flopped down in defeat. “You okay Hwa?” he asked, pulling off his blindfold and realizing who he'd captured. “Sorry, I think I bit too hard.”. He touched the redded teeth marks and looked apologetic. Seonghwa could already see this game going on the banned list because of them getting a little too serious about it.

“It's fine,” Seonghwa said softly, smiling, desperately ignoring the warm weight on his lap and the fact that Hongjoong had just been manhandling him by his hair. It wasn't something he wanted to analyze too deeply with the man practically sitting on his dick and cameras being all around them.

“Let's go see what my penalty is.” Hongjoong grinned and nodded, climbing to his feet and helping Seonghwa up. Turns out the four members on the human team got to clean the practice room and wash all of the sweaty towels, which wasn't the worst penalty they'd had, but it would take a while. He sighed and headed for the supply closet to help the other three collect cleaning supplies. He'd check on the bites later.

***

Later came much later that night, more morning to be honest, after hours of scheduled practices, vocal lessons, and a pop live with Atiny. He made sure to wear a hoodie instead of his increasingly common black tanks. Them seeing a bite would bring out every reaction from teasing, to flirty, to murderous. And Atiny thought Hongjoong was possessive? They were nothing short of feral sometimes.

Seonghwa stared at the ceiling, lights from the street reflecting across the quiet room. He slid his fingers over the still tender spot on his shoulder, which was more of a faint bruise, his flesh protected by his shirt earlier. He always had lots of bruises from dancing, but he admitted to getting a little bit of a thrill from this one. Moving his hand further across his collarbone, he traced over what he knew to be a perfect bite shaped mark. He'd seen it in the mirror when he'd washed up. He felt the phantom wet heat of Hongjoong's breath and the momentary flick of his tongue against his skin. His tongue. That little thrill turned into a throb of heat in his belly.

He yanked his hand away and folded his fingers together on his belly again. He was being ridiculous. Clearly it had been too long since he'd had a decent hookup. The last he could remember was another idol at KCON LA and fuck if it wasn't almost time for that again. He didn't even find the time at the festival. Too many eyes and way too many cameras. And now they had their North American tour to get ready for, not to mention another festival, and several local fan meets and music shows.

Seonghwa sighed. He blamed Mingi for this. It was a little thing Woo and Mingi teased him about now and then. He couldn't figure out where they had gotten the idea that he liked being bitten. He did but how did they know? Had he reacted strangely when one of them had bitten him? Search history maybe? Maybe one of his past lovers. Wooyoung was friends with everyone so anything was possible.

He was sure Minho and Juyeon wouldn't have told them anything revealing. Sometimes he'd mention whom he thought was attractive, but certainly not who he wanted to fuck nor which extracurriculars he was into. Besides that, he had so much dirt on them, they wouldn't dare say what they did know. Seonghwa knew exactly which Stray Kids member's ass was Minho's favorite and it was surprisingly not his baby quokka’s.

He reached up to press on the mark once more and closed his eyes, again imagining hot humid breath on his skin and then a flash of pain. Then as Hongjoong had pulled away, the slight tease of his tongue, like an apology. He didn't know if it had been intentional or reflex, but the sensation was burned into his skin.

Fuck it. What did it matter if he indulged? It's not like anyone would know. That was the best upside of his own room. Well that and having his own closet and his display cases.

Seonghwa allowed the heat to flow through him this time, feeling it settle warm and full in his groin. He didn't plan to jerk off to Hongjoong perse, but he was going to allow himself to fully enjoy the punishing marks on his skin. Hongjoong just happened to be the one that put them there. He pulled off his shirt and set it aside as he lay back down.

He breathed in deeply, relaxing into his bed as he slid his hands into his pajama bottoms, cupping his half hard cock. Seonghwa was so glad they had their own rooms for this alone, and he could just enjoy the moment as he slowly squeezed and stroked himself to full hardness one hand on his dick and the other caressing his balls.

He pushed his pants down just enough to free himself, then reached into his bedside for his lubricant. He slicked up his hand and moaned as the dry rub of his hand became a smooth glide. The placement of the bites were awkward to reach, both on his left side and with his dominant hand already occupied, but he could stroke over them with his left thumb and that was enough to light up his brain. The tender bruising and slight sting that indicated the surface had been broken at least a little made his cock twitch in his hand.

Seonghwa stroked slowly, letting his arousal build higher, as he imagined this sensation on other tender places on his body. Maybe on his thighs or hips. Mingi hadn't been wrong, it would be beautiful. He thought about his nipples angry and red from teeth teasing them mercilessly. Nips at the underside of his jaw or the back of his neck.

He groaned low, trying not to be loud. He was in his own space, but still had San and Mingi close by in their own rooms. “Fuck,” he hissed, digging his fingernail into the bite to feel the sting of it on his collarbone and speeding up his strokes.

Without meaning to, he thought of Hongjoong grabbing for him earlier that day, gripping his hair in a carelessly tight grip in his enthusiasm for the game win. Only instead of blindfolded and laughing, Seonghwa could see his full face, eyes and grin joker wild like he often did on stage. He imagined Hongjoong's grin widening in cruel satisfaction as Seonghwa cried out, his first tightening in his hair and pulling his head to the side. Seonghwa dug his fingernail in hard again and half shouted as he came across his belly at the imagined sensation of teeth biting hard against his shoulder.

He whined and panted as he came down from his high, groin pulsing with the fading heat of arousal. He lay there, softening cock wet in his hand as he sighed and relaxed into his bed. Shame and guilt started to filter into his afterglow as he realized what he'd just done.

For all their public skinship play, he and Hongjoong had never crossed any boundary lines in private. The younger man was always respectful of Seonghwa's space and rarely even initiated hugs. Sometimes on touch starved days Hongjoong would lay on his lap on the couch or perhaps put his hands on Seonghwa's shoulders when he was sitting in front of him, but that was usually the extent of it. He frowned and grabbed a wet wipe to clean up.

It's not that he didn't think Hongjoong was attractive. He was incredibly good looking and had a nice body he masked with his fairly conservatively cut clothing. He was small and slim, but very well toned, with powerful legs and a sculpted chest. Seonghwa had been actively pushing down his attraction to the other man for longer than he cared to admit. Being in a group with such a mixed bag of sexual preferences, there was a danger of mixing business with pleasure. He was pretty sure at least San and Wooyoung had toed that line already or perhaps even crossed it. He was fairly certain Yeosang and Wooyoung had as well, but they were keeping it quiet at least. He was trying very hard to keep it professional, but he was considering today a failure in that respect.

He startled a little as his phone buzzed as he pulled his pants back up. Nervously he reached over to pick it up, half expecting it to be Mingi telling him to keep it down. Seonghwa felt his heart lodge in his throat. It was from Hongjoong. Blushing violently he opened the message.

Joongie: Sorry I know it's stupidly late.

I was just thinking and I feel a little bad

about today.

Star: What do you mean?

There's nothing to be sorry about.

Joongie: I got a little too into the game

today and I was kinda rough.

Joongie: I shouldn't have grabbed

you so hard and I'm pretty sure I

broke skin when I bit you.

Star: I'm not fragile Joongie.

I'm completely fine.

Joongie: Are you sure?🥺

Star: Promise.

Hwa: I'm a full grown man Joong.

I can handle a little roughness from

another.

Joongie: …

Joongie:

Joongie: …

Seonghwa watched his phone as the dots appeared and disappeared several times, wondering what Hongjoong kept writing and deleting. He smirked a little knowing that he'd probably flustered his friend a little bit. It was as close to suggestive as he had ever come with the other, as their conversations definitely never strayed into topics about sex, but with today already a wash he didn't care. Finally there was a simple “okay good, still sorry” from the other man.

He replied back with another, “don't worry about it” and then set his phone down on his chest. He sighed a little when he got another text and looked back at the screen.

Princess: 😏💦

Hwa: 🖕

Princess: 😘 sleep well hyung

Hwa: you too princess

(Chapter 2)

#ateez matz #ateez fanfic

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colourfulshadows · 24 days ago

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Teenage Runaways AU fic

So ... a while ago I made a post where I announced that I would write a bunch of AU fics for IWTV/VC during November. There's a prompt list, if anyone wants to participate in that, pinned post on my profile. Also, I made an AO3 collection: vcAUvember (even though I'm probably screaming into the void mostly. It's fine.). First prompt: Runaways AU. I even made a trashy banner, yay! xD Summary, excerpt and link under the cut.

Five on the run make perfect companions

5,102k words Rated Teen and Up (read the tags). Mostly Gen, with a bit of Loustat in the background and Armandaniel pre-flirting.

Summary:

It's 1971, California. After recently turning 18, Daniel Molloy runs away from his troubled home in Modesto, determined to make it to Berkeley on foot. Things didn't exactly go as planned, but luckily he runs into a group of fellow Runaways. Who are they, and more importantly, can they give Daniel the company he secretly craves?

Excerpt:

Somehow, Daniel had thought the whole running away from home scheme would be easier. Crazy, right? Who was he fucking kidding—it was a horror trip. Not to be confused with the drug-related horror trips he’d sadly experienced a few times. Yet, if he could travel back in time, he’d choose to do it all over again. If only to see the bewildered look on his father’s face as Daniel rushed past him, multiple layers of backpacks making it hard to squeeze through the doorframe, but he’d made it. Daniel Molloy: leaving Modesto and his fucked-up life behind, walking down Maze Boulevard, hoping he’d never return. He was a rebel, a runaway—yeah, all right, he was eighteen. Technically , he wasn’t even a proper runaway teen. Just a young, homeless adult. Although he didn’t feel like the last part. What even was the definition of being an adult, despite the legal shit? Not whatever he was, certainly. Homeless, yes, that one was hard to ignore or hide away. The initial walk from Modesto to Westley, crossing the Twin Rivers area, had been enjoyable. With the euphoric rush of doing it , starting something new , he’d been quick on his feet, reaching the small place after just 6 hours. It probably helped that he’d been high as a kite on amphetamines. He’d stopped there to rest, thanking himself for at least having had the mind to pack, besides his essentials, some food, water, money, and a map. And his tape recorder—but, as he’d already stated, essentials. He had a long way ahead, and reaching Berkely on foot would surely put a strain on him.

When he arrived in Tracey, he realised what a gross underestimate that thought had been. “A strain” were not the words he would now use to describe his state. He’d run out of drugs pretty quickly, and if Daniel would ever tell this tale to someone he wished he could say it was because he saved the little money he had for food—which was the result, yes, but not the reason. He simply hadn’t encountered anyone who would sell him the drugs he craved. But at least he wasn’t uncaring and self-destructive enough to dehydrate—that was the one thing he somehow managed to keep up with. He had no tent, no sleeping bag, yet water he could always find, keeping a few bottles on him as he trodded through the summer heat. The extra weight didn’t help with his aching shoulders and neck, muscles sore from carrying the backpacks, and skin on fire from the sunburns he got. But there was no alternative, really.

Midway through the Altamont Pass, he asked himself if spending all his remaining money in Tracey on cigarettes, snacks, and batteries had been wise because he’d really preferred sleeping in a tent or at least on a yoga mat to leaning against trees, never fully resting, body and mind slowly but steadily nearing exhaustion. Sometimes he stopped to look up at the clouds or, at night, the stars, wishing his constitution were better and his physique stronger to handle all this. His mind? Well. He knew he was nuts, probably. Recording himself talk and laugh alone didn’t help with getting rid of that impression. But it was better than feeling isolated. Speaking to the machine, he could at least pretend to have a conversation. One-sided as it was. And that’s what kept him sane as he moved forward, crossing through the steep landscape.

If Daniel had to walk through one more fucking vineyard, he was going to bawl. His head was spinning, the tingling in his fingers mixing with the hot pain in his soles. He wasn’t sure what day it was or what time even—only that the sun was shining too brightly, the light stinging in his bagged eyes. He needed to rest. His clothes needed a wash. He needed a wash. The worst of it was the knowledge, the absolute certainty, that even after reaching Livermore there would be no real respite for him. It probably would only get worse with no money left. No bed to sleep in, no warm meal to eat, no - It was useless to remind himself about that again, wasn’t it? There would be no giving up. Even though this felt like the Passion of Christ, going back was no option. Nothing could be worse than returning to those who... No. Nope. Not thinking about that now. Food. He needed food. He’d gotten used to the stinging and twisting of his stomach, but by now it felt like a black hole, painfully devouring him from the inside out. Come on, Molloy. You’ve got this. You’re going to be somebody when you arrive in Berkeley. Can’t waste your remaining sanity with self-pity.

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coldresolve · 1 year ago

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yeah, nah, fuck it. im sharing this post and then i'm just gonna link to it whenever it becomes relevant.

every disagreement i have with yall always comes back to me phrasing things in a way that sounds mean. always, always. like duh, i dont try to sugarcoat how i see things, i have realized that, in fact i do it on purpose. why? well.

i come from a culture where it's often interpreted as deceitful and/or shallow to sandwich your point in with superficial courtesy. if you spend too much time packing your point in with whatever you think will make it easier to swallow, people will start to feel like you're infantalizing them, or straight up wasting their time. being direct and honest from the get-go is seen as a sign of respect - yes, even if what you're saying could easily be interpreted as rude. say what you think, say exactly how you feel, and we'll take it from there. that kinda thing.

when i say an opinion or criticise something on here, i am treating you, the reader, like someone who is smart enough to understand the gist of my argument without being bogged down by its delivery, mature enough to recognize the difference between criticism of your work (or general trends) and criticism of you as a person, and emotionally well-adjusted enough to not pin your self-worth on the negative opinions some random guy on the internet might have of something you do/create/like.

i am showing you respect by talking to you as if you are an adult who can deal with what i might have to say. if you're not, and you can't, i expect you to have the wherewithall to not engage with me. i could at the very least respect that. alternatively, you're also welcome to disagree with my points, obviously. i'm always up for a good discussion.

but you responding to criticism like mine with defensiveness, affront, or worse, the idea that you're now justified to go after the criticiser as a person, only comes across to me like immaturity, self-consciousness, self-importance, and in some cases - deliberate or not - obtusiveness. see how that cultural divide can go both ways?

we're probably not gonna find common ground here. i'm tired of being interpreted as aggressive all the time, but i have no intention of conforming to the american ideal of social courtesy, because it makes me feel shallow, disingenuous and fake. meanwhile, you're probably not gonna be able to hear me speak without shaking the knee-jerk feeling that i'm purposefully ignoring the sensitivity of others (because objectively, i am).

so do we chuck the whole thing up to different culturally determined approaches to communicating our ideas? can we keep a shred of respect and mutual understanding and leave it at that?

or are you gonna insist that i'm immoral/rude/aggressive/callous/antagonistic/attacking people/etc, for voicing my own opinions, in my own way, on my own blog - in which case i, in turn, will feel perfectly content to just consider you an inherently silly person?

as far as i can tell, it's one or the other.

(also please please recognize the difference between using culture as an excuse, and pointing out a very real cultural divide that influences both how i communicate and how you interpret how i communicate. my point is that we're gonna keep talking past each other unless we adress the fact that we approach communication with very different goals in mind, mine being effectiveness and honesty and yours being courtesy and social sensitivity. i am also not saying that either one of these is "the right way" to communicate. don't read shit into my takes that isn't there to begin with. thx)

#other #alex @ me: 'prepare to be misunderstood again'

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acaplaya-musings · 4 months ago

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Voiceplay Visuals - You're A Mean One, Mr Grinch

Jumping ahead by two years now into 2020 (figured I wouldn't have much to say about Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas, sue me), to when VoicePlay released their cover of You're A Mean One, Mr Grinch. This wasn't actually released in December, but in fact the 27th of November! (eh, close enough).

You might have heard at some point in your life that the original singer of You're A Mean One Mr Grinch was also the voice of Tony The Tiger, the Frosties Cereal mascot. Well that man was Thurl Ravenscroft, a name you should be at least somewhat familiar with if you know Geoff's solo content (see my post (linked here) on Headless Horseman for a little more info). And so who better to sing lead vocals on this than the modern-day Thurl Ravenscroft himself, Geoff Castellucci? Geoff was also in charge of both the song arrangement and the video for this! Good for him! And of course this features the lovely Adriana Arellano, in her second ever VP collaboration since the Frozen 2 Medley in December 2019.

There's a strong chance I may hit image limit for this one - so much to screenshot and talk about! But let's get started and see how I go!

Let's start off by acknowledging the obvious: The VoicePlay 'Who's'! I.e. the guys plus Adriana done up like residents of Whoville, just like in the movie! (Or movies, I suppose, since there are 3 film iterations of the Grinch movie now)

I've seen/heard a range of opinions on the "Whoville Look" from reactors. Some were like "aww how cute/cool! Just like the movie!" Whereas some think it's just a bit strange (myself included, lol rip). But regardless, it's very professionally done, and shoutout to Makeup and Creative Arts (which I believe includes Rick Underwood?) for it!

Also I'll leave my thoughts on clothing for later screenshots, but I happened to be looking at their footwear here, and it's a little amusing to me that I commented on Eli wearing black sneakers with thick white soles in Mission Jingle Bells (just like in Creep and In The Air Tonight), because guess what shoes he's wearing here!

(Also is it just me or does Geoff wear boots a lot? I'm gonna have to start paying more attention to his footwear in videos, lol)

"Hey Grinch, you're a triple-decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich... with arsenic sauce!!"

Not a visual thing but I couldn't help but call attention to the fact that J's line here is in fact lifted almost fully verbatim from the last line of the original version, from a verse that's not included in VoicePlay's cover (though they include all the rest of it, more than the live action movie does).

Okay I probably could grab some additional amusing screenshots from this opening banter bit, but eh, there's plenty of other stuff in this video to talk about anyway.

Okay, outfit talk time!

Layne: Not sure what the deal is with the pink and black shirt is but I don't totally hate it, and the white suit jacket is nice (and becomes especially fitting later in the video). And of course I have to mention the little carrot pin on the lapel! Carrot Lord for life! 🥕

Eli: I like the jumper! (Or "sweater" if you will). I kinda want it ngl, except I'm much more of a jacket person, and I wouldn't be able to wear it in December anyway - too hot!

Adriana: Am I only just now noticing that her top thing shows her midriff? Maybe. The makeup is cute (makes the 'Whoville' makeup stuff look a bit less weird), and the knee-high boots with the jeans are a Look ngl.

J None: Aqua/turquoise jumper (or sweater) with blue jeans and black boots. What can I say? Next!

Geoff: This dude loves wearing scarves, apparently! Wore one in Baby Its Cold Outside, in the Frozen 2 Medley, and also in his cover of White Christmas, which I'll be eventually be getting to! Also a green scarf over an orange shirt? This is colourful for him! 😁 (Oh and obligatory tick for both smartwatch and wristbands!)

(Also the fact that they didn't include the Welcome Christmas bit in the MP3 track or make it its own mini track is a crime ngl)

The big green man (creature...thing...) is here! Time for the actual song to begin!

Also Geoff looks so confused here pfft

From confused to scared? You good there Geoff? 😂

"Well you were flat! And... stinky!"

We have no clue who The Grinch is, just that he was "provided by Makeup And Creative Arts", and he's a hired actor or something? Whoever he is, he did so good in this video - utterly hilarious, absolutely nailed it!

That's a bit more like it!

Also Geoff wearing something red! Another rarity! (And like most times, he looks fantastic)

I love the grin that Geoff has for most of this video, makes me so happy 💜

That cake was real, apparently - there's a credit for it in the description, says it was provided by "Quarantine Dessert Company" (so a fairly young business then, given this video was made in 2020)

Apologies for the blur shot but I wanted to point out how The Grinch taps Adriana on the shoulder, and then very quickly his hands come up from the bottom of the frame and grab the cake, so quickly in fact that there's a few frames, like this one, where both The Grinch and his hands are in the shot at the same time! How? Is it editing trickery? Nope! It's actually just one of the VoicePlay guys (can't remember who - it might've even been Kathy) wearing "Grinch gloves" to do the stealing (the benefits of me now being a VP Patron! Access to BTS knowledge!)

Eli Eyebrow Raise! It's been a while <3

Also he's definitely worn that hat in a fair few videos - Top 10 Disney Villains, Frozen 2 Medley, Rich Man/Girl, just off the top of my head (new photo compilation idea - recent-ish appearances of Eli's bucket hat turned fedora /j )

ELI! Why would you smell it?? 🤣

When Mortius reacted to this video, he made a comparison between this scene and the "Dead Dove: Do Not Eat" scene (from Arrested Development??) that became a meme, and yeah that's pretty much it! What did you expect?

Aw, shoutout to Layne <3

(Also nope not doing a screenshot for the "termites in your smile" line, I don't care that they're fake!)

Pfft, Grinch looks so happy with himself!

Also give the rubiks cube to me! I'll solve it in like 2-3 minutes! Hell, I often solve a 5x5 Rubiks Cube for fun and relaxation while watching YouTube, and I can sometimes get it solved in under 7 minutes!

"More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, and they whistled and shouted and called them by name!" "..."

This bit is of course not from the original Grinch song, but actually part of the poem A Visit From St Nicholas, aka The Night Before Christmas. Given this was Geoff's arrangement, I have to assume this was Geoff's addition (and let's be honest, it's on brand, lol)

(Also I love how Eli and Adriana are looking to the left, in the Grinch's actual direction, but J and Layne are still looking ahead, and Geoff is looking to the right 😂)

Ayyyy

"Oh, erm, *ahem*, On Max!"

(Also if I had a nickel for everytime VoicePlay did a song from an animated movie where Geoff was on lead and Layne dressed up as the movie protagonist's dog, I'd have two nickels? Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice)

"You need a baaaathhh! Yeah!"

Oh these idiots, god I love them 😂💜

"Your heart's a dead tomato, splashed with moldy purple spots" (yes, also lyrics from the original version)

(AND if I had a nickel for everytime Voiceplay released a video in 2020 where Layne pretended to be a silly chef/waiter, complete with silly French accent, I'd again have two nickels)

If you know my posts, you should know that I love when Geoff gets to belt out a line in a video, and well, I definitely do! 😁

Yes! Sing it!

Grinchy has had ENOUGH! 😝

(Also I only just realized when planning out the post in my head earlier today that Geoff is the only onethat The Grinch doesn't really mess with (despite him being the lead singer of the song!)

Ah bless <3

"Alright get off me... Too long!... This is embarassing."

(Grinch honey I would happily swap places with you in a heartbeat! Embrace the embrace!)

Okay, I just managed to scrape in underneath the maximum image limit for a post, with no need to "economize", thank goodness! More fun posts to come! Until next time!

#There's also a really good cover by Lindsey Stirling ft Sabrina Carpenter which is totally different in its vibes but also *so cool*#voiceplay #voiceplay visuals #voiceplay visuals christmas #voiceplay you're a mean one mr grinch #geoff castellucci #layne stein #eli jacobson #j none #adriana arellano #acaplaya analysis

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allwaswell16 · 1 year ago

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hi! is it at all possible to compile some of your recent fic recs in a post or somehow mark the newer ones in your master list? i’d really love to go through them but have such a hard time finding ones I haven’t looked at already. or maybe you could keep them in your pinned post for awhile with a separate section of recently done ones? sorry if it’s a big ask

Hi, anon! I'm not sure if you're the same anon from before who asked for a tag on new fic recs, but I'm going to start tagging them as "categoryficrec" so hopefully you'll be able to find newer fic recs that way. I do post the new rec every Monday, so you can always check my blog on Mondays or if you're on desktop you can go on my blog and look back in my archives for any Monday for the newer recs.

If you're looking for newer fics in general, it would actually be my monthly fic recs (that I post on the 28th of every month) that you'd probably be most interested in. You can find that in my masterpost as "Monthly Fic Recs" and those are all organized by date. But also I'll link you to that here.

I'm hesitant to make my pinned post any longer than it already is lol, before I had some under the cut I had some anons ask that I do that so the pinned post wasn't so long. But I might try leaving at least the latest one up until I do the next one! I feel like that's a good compromise.

I'll look back at my archives now and give you links below to the last month or so of fic recs I've done, too!

🌸 October

🌸 Halloween Fics

🌸 Spooky Fics

🌸 Embarrassing Situation With a Coworker Fics

🌸 Accidental Courting Fics

🌸 Exes to Lovers (Harry POV) Fics

#ask #anon

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If you do do a sequel to “Get Out”, please, please, PLEASE don’t make reader go back to the cheater jerk. Him saying he loves the reader just makes me part vomit and part boil. If he loved her, he wouldn’t have dicked around. 😤😤 (No offense to your writing, I just hate people who use that shitty line to excuse the inexcusable, and your writing skills sure pulled the emotions out of me.)

Maybe Hoshi, Woozi, Mingyu, or Joshua becomes her new neighbor and they become friendly and over a length of time, he slowly woos and courts her. He doesn’t push, totally works on her schedule, but he has the love and patience to see her moved into his apartment, sleeping in his bed, and wearing his ring. Doesn’t necessarily have to have a part where cheater ex sees her in passing and mourns what he lost, but I’d probably be shaking my pompoms at that (cause imma petty bitch and know that real life doesn’t always work out like that).

Love the idea! And it was around what I too wanted to do for a part 2, so without further ado.

Get Out PT.II (Yoon Jeonghan X reader)

For those who haven't read, or wish to re-read, just click on- Part 1

I finally learned how to link stuff in texts, I know, I'm dumb lol, so expect a pinned post with all the stories and links to them, so you don't have to constantly search for them :)

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Pairing: You'll see later ;) X AFAB reader

Genre: Angst, hope, fluff.

Warning: Curse Words, mentions of sex, but no actual words of it just the action, idk how to explain. Mentions of cheating

Summary: It's been 6 months since the breakup, and you haven't seen Jeonghan a single time, you quit your job and moved to a different area, beginning to work as a waiter in a well known restaurant.

Word Count: 3065

Not long after Jeonghan left your house you began to pack your bags, putting your every item inside your bags and when those weren't enough you moved to put them in plastic bags, calling your closest friend to help you move out which she gladly did, arriving at your door in less than 20 minutes.

There was only an issue. The ring.

You had found a ring hidden in his bedside table lamp, it had a note attached, your name written in cursive letters. It read:

«Y/N, it is like this that I will hand you this ring as I cannot keep myself from stuttering whenever I see you, beautiful like you are, eyes shinning with bright stars whenever you look at me with your big doe eyes. I would love, nothing more than to make you my wife. I know it hasn't been long, but I know that not many are as lucky as I am to find someone like you, bright, caring, sweet. Someone whose whole aura is able to light up the room. I want to be with you forever.

I will confess my every sin to make you happy, I will never hurt you, I will forever be faithful and attentive. I am ready for that commitment now, please, accept my heart with open hands like you always do.

Forever Yours ~

Hannie.»

You scoff, pushing down your tears, swallowing your sorrows as you put the box back where you had found it, but instead, you left it open. Taking the paper with you and leaving it in the trashcan.

You moved around the apartment in quick steps, grabbing every single photo and breaking the frames before putting them in a trash bag which you left for your now ex-boyfriend right besides the front door as you locked the door behind you. All the bags in hand as you walked away.

This would have been the last of Jeonghan that you would see having set up an apartment on the outskirts of town with the little money you had saved up.

You decided that you would also quit your work at a daycare in the morning, the 2 weeks notice was too late, and you would have to sacrifice your sleep to work those 2 weeks needed, but afterward, you'd plan on moving even further away.

And now, 6 months later, it seems that it has all paid off, the heartbreak had been the brick of the iceberg and had simply made you stronger, at least enough for you to get out your comfort zone.

You began working at a wedding planning establishment, your boss, Minghao had been utmost caring about your situation helping to accommodate you as you settled into your apartment which was getting renovated.

He allowed you to stay at his house for a while, which ended up making you two closer, not only due to your heartbreak and his care-giving self, but also due to your mutual love for food, books and meditation. But most importantly the contact with the nature.

The two of you often chose to hang out outside the house and out of work by going on hikes or taking a drive to the beach, returning home the day after at sunrise.

The nights would seem short whilst the two of you closed the shop, heading home in the same car after another satisfying day of greeting customers and helping them plan their wedding. Heading home in the same car because, as he always said, it saved both time and money, since it meant his worker would always be on time by arriving with the boss. You didn't refuse. You enjoyed the rides, you had more time to chat, get to know each other.

It was safe to say that after yesterday's workout, the two had gotten much closer than before, maybe due to the fact that it was in the early hours of the morning, the sun kissed his skin, which you followed, the car illuminated enough inside for the two of you to not be caught. The two of you in utter proximity, your bodies touched even you tried to make space.

Sweat dripping down his temple, his hand on your head, hair disheveled, using a hand to keep yourself steady on top of him.

In the morning, you could feel the slightly awkward atmosphere, the two of you avoid eye-contact, a blush on your cheeks, whilst Minghao's ears turned red at the mere thought of last night.

Nevertheless, the two of you still went to work together, he still helped you out of the car, the dress skirt being a little naughty and lifting when you exited the car, causing your boss' ears to once more tinge in color.

And as always, he held the door open for you to go inside first, a shy smile on your face as you walked in.

Thankfully, today's plans weren't big, nor would they take long. They had a customer who was almost a regular by now due to the immense work she required for her wedding, and then a new person coming in for her first consultation, a woman called Kim Yoo Jung.

You had just finished preparing both yours and Minghao's cup of tea handing it to him and sitting beside him on the couch looking through the requirements of your new client when the bell above your front door rang.

The two of you stood up to greet the client, a beautiful woman entering with a bright smile.

You walk towards the woman greeting her brightly and helping her remove her coat at the door, your eyes caught onto the very noticeable pregnancy belly, but quickly snapped back out of it. Leading her into the consultation room where she explained how her fiancée would either be late, or unable to attend due to his busy schedule which you understood and started with the work right away.

Yoo Jung was a very bright woman, she had her mind set on certain things, although she was unsure of others, she explained how the marriage was something that his family disapproved of due to issues within their own relationship and how that made it hard for her to connect with her fiancée's family. She had also gotten pregnant at a sensitive time which made it even harder to approach his family. You nodded as she spoke consoling the poor soon to be bride when the store's bell rang once more and the two of you went to the front desk to check who it was.

You took it as a chance to head into Minghao's small corner at the back, asking for his help to give her a wedding that she could remember, making a small basket to hand her at the very last consultation which he agreed to do. Something he wouldn't usually do.

"Miss Y/N?" You hear her voice call for you from the front, you excuse yourself from Minghao and head back out with a smile.

You happiness towards this client was short-lived when your eyes caught onto the man you wanted nothing more than to never see again.

There he stood, a hand behind your client, the joy of a woman who was also pregnant.

You could see the shock in his face, likely mirroring yours.

Clearing your throat you looked down for a short second slapping a smile back onto your face and greeting them once more.

"Hello, you must be the fiancée. My name is Y/N, I will be your wedding coordinator."

"I'm Jeonghan. Yoon Jeonghan" he says.

"I hope we can work without a hiccup from now on. Please, come in." your hand extends to the side taking the two of them back into your office, staying behind for a short time trying to assimilate everything before following behind the loved-up couple.

She was the woman he had fallen for. Whom he'd cheated on you with. The reason your relationship was broken. And he had even gotten her pregnant.

You push those thoughts back, walking back into your office and shutting the door behind you making your way to the desk, eyeing the two carefully.

"As I was explaining to you before, this venue is highly known for it's garden space, it's spacious, very elegant but it is a bit on the expensive side. The one on the right however is the cheaper option, it also contains a garden but unlike the one on the left does not have a pond, nor the swings. These are the two options I would let you two choose upon seeing as the two fit your desires the most" you explained pointing the differences between the two locations.

"I like the first one, Hannie" ... Hannie, the name you always used on him, unknown to you, his eyes were on you, how you scrunched your face upon hearing her call him that, your eyebrows furrowed for a second.

"Hannie?" she called to the man once more, his eyes focusing back and looking at his pregnant fiancée.

"Yes? Oh, yes. I also liked the first one" he quickly answers, an anxious smile on his face which you take notice to right away.

"Y/N, would you like me to take over while you take your break?" Your savior, Minghao knocks softly at the door, you smile, a small sigh of relief as you nod.

"Should we all take a 10-minute break since the venue had been chosen?" You suggest, the couple nods, the three of you leaving the room, Yoo Jung taking the pictures with her so she could inspect them more.

Once outside the room you head right outside, Minghao barely having the time to call out your name before he sees Yoo Jung's fiancée follow you outside.

"Y/N" he sighs, catching up with you quickly, grabbing onto your wrist making you turn back, pulling your wrist away from him.

"Let go of me, Jeonghan" you seethe in anger.

"Please, just listen to me. I didn't know you worked here, I swear" his eyes begging you to believe him, which you do, knowing how awkward the air already is, you had no doubt he didn't want his significant other to see who he'd betrayed to be with her.

"Let's just get this consultation over with, so we can all move on" you sigh, a hand on your forehead.

"Are you okay?" he carefully asks, reaching closer to touch your forehead, but you slap his hand away, stepping back.

"Don't touch me! Just because you didn't know I worked here, and I believed you doesn't mean we're suddenly friends. I never wanted to see you again, and i still mean it" you spat angrily.

His eyes softened looking at you, a look of guilt consuming him as he tried to make out words when your eyes go to the man approaching the two of you from behind Jeonghan.

"Y/N, please. I didn't mean it. I still... I still lo-"

"Is there anything wrong, Y/N?" Minghao questions as his eyes look between the two of you.

You smile, once again. Your savior, as always.

Minghao moved to your side, you take it as a chance to grab onto his hand, making it obvious to Jeonghan. Minghao's eyes slightly widen, a red tint on his ears for the thousand time today.

"No, nothing's wrong. Yoo Jung's fiancée was just asking us to make their day very special. Right, Mr. Yoon?" you say awaiting his response.

"... Yes, that's right" he agrees, his eyes stuck on the way your fingers had already linked with the man's.

"Ah, right. This is Xu Minghao. The owner of the Weeding Planning" you introduce, a hand just under his chin.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Yoon. I hope we can get along for the next 2 months of planning" the tall male smirks, shaking the hands with the blonde man.

"Ah, yes. Are the two of you together?" Jeonghan asks, curiosity in his tone.

You look down to your hand, ironically, you had a ring that could pass by as an engagement ring in your ring finger, so looking up into Minghao's eyes, you placed a sly hand on his chest flashing the pretty blue stones.

"Oh, we're more than together, Mr.Yoon" you smirked, enjoying the very reaction you managed to get from the man.

Minghao was utterly stunned by your actions but went along with it nonetheless, although he would question them afterwards, he had a feeling that he already knew the reason why you became so flirty and defensive.

"Oh, there you all are" Yoo Jung, the woman of the hour smiled upon seeing the three together.

"Oh, are the two of you married?" She gushed, eyes on your ring.

"We are" Minghao nods with a sweet smile taking your hand in his.

"You have a wedding planning shop with your wife, so romantic" she pouted looking at Jeonghan whose eyebrows were still frowning as he stared at your hand.

"What about you two? Do you have your ring?" Minghao wonders looking at the woman's hands.

"Oh, my fingers got a little too big, but I have it on my necklace" she says, Jeonghan's eyes widen as he tried to keep his soon wife from taking out the necklace.

"There's no need for that, my love" he laughed nervously.

You eyes narrowed, confused as to why he would try to not show her ring, it wasn't anything of big factor either.

"Don't be so modest, Hannie. It's a beautiful ring" she smiled , eyes full of love, his eyes strain from yours, looking down to the ground as she finally pulls the necklace out of her shirt, the ring shining brightly.

"That ring..." you mumbled, eyes big as you looked between the couple, Jeonghan breaths in shakily, eyes not meeting yours as you continued to stare at the ring, emotions hitting you like a brick.

"It's indeed a beautiful necklace, May I know where you got it?" Minghao asks the ugly question.

"Oh, Hannie is a crazy romantic. He left it open on top of his bedside table for me to find" she said,

"It was a hard time for him, our relationship wasn't exactly the best, and he had just broken up with his girlfriend when we found out I was pregnant" she confessed.

"Oh, I see" Minghao says unsure, his eyes going to yours which now shot daggers at Jeonghan's figure, face still looking down.

"Should we get back to the consultation then, Miss Kim?" Minghao says, a hand extending as he leads the woman away.

"I'm going on my lunch break" You smile at the woman.

"I'll just go to the bathroom, I'll be right there" Jeonghan excuses himself, following behind you once he saw his wife enter the shop.

"y/n, please talk to me" he begs you.

"What do you want me to say? Be happy" you joke.

"I know, you saw the ring" He confessed, you halt your steps, back still to him, scaring him even more.

"Are you really married to Minghao?" he asks conflicted with his own emotions.

"What if I am?" you laugh dryly turning to look at him.

"Are you scared that I've moved on?" You ask.

"You haven't , I know you haven't. You still love me" he says once more getting closer to you, you scoff pushing him arm off your waist.

"You're delusional. I'm happy, for once in my happy I'm not concerned whether or not the person I'm with will bail on our 2 year anniversary to be with his mistress" You jab at him.

"I never meant for it to happen! You know that. You read my note. She was never supposed to get pregnant" he continues.

"But she is, and we're over. So move on. I know I have"

With those last words you return inside, getting in your office, Minghao's voice softly echoing through the walls, knocking once you enter the room smiling at the two inside as you sat on the chair besides his.

"You okay?" he asks quietly whilst Yoo Jung picked between the cake options, you nod, your head laying on his shoulder.

"Just tired" you whisper back, nestling into his neck, he nods, his hand patting calmly at your back.

"This cake, with the almond filling please. I'm sure Jeonghan would also like it" The bride smiles handing back the photos just as the man of the hour returns to the room.

"What about any restrictions? Any allergies or things you want out of the food?" Minghao continues to question as you make sure to note down everything.

"Oh, no. None of us are allergic to anything" she smiles.

"Jeonghan can't digest eggs though..." unbeknownst to you, you mumble.

All eyes land on you, the bride looks at you awkwardly, your eyes widening as you look around the room.

"Oh, I was having an egg sandwich and he mentioned it" you awkwardly laugh, him thankfully jumping into the story and the bride nods still confused.

After another hour of decisions all of you decide to head home, you could feel the eyes on you when you bid the couple goodbye and closed the door, staring for a minute longer as you waited to see if he would possible turn to look at you, and he did.

With a sigh you turn away, you face knocking right into Minghao's chest.

"It's him, isn't it?" he asks rather calmly, you nod. Afraid of the look of disappointment in his face.

"You don't need to be ashamed. Things happen, it's okay for you to have lingering feelings. Especially when you left without knowing who she was or when it came to happen. I'm okay with it" he reassured you.

"I'm not. He's not someone I wanted to see again. I'm so happy. Really, Hao. I'm so happy with you, I don't want him to come into my life again and ruin it" you grumble annoyed.

"He's not" he states, hands grabbing onto your face, eyes staring at you with stars.

"I won't let him woo you again. Not after everything we went through. And that ring, it might just be your marriage right" he jokes with a smirk, you smack his shoulder playfully, eyes back on his as you stood on your tippy toes inching for him.

Meeting you halfway, he pecks your lips, once, twice. Before he kisses you, soft lips on yours and the pads of his thumbs caress your cheeks.

"Let's go home" he smiles warmly.

Posted on the 19th February 2023

I'm really sorry for not posting since the end of January, University is a killer.

And thank you to the person who sent in the request, I loved it and was able to finish this quickly due to the idea, so I hope you liked it!

As always, I'd like to highlight the fact that requests are always open, both for story ideas but also for idols or people you want, including actors!

Have a good day!

#svt x reader #kpop idols #kpop imagines #seventeen #seventeen x y/n #seventeen x you #svt fanfic #yoonjeonghan #jeonghan #seventeenjeonghan #svt jeonghan #kpop #kpop imagine #kpop fluff #oneshot #imagine #fluff #angst

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