#add those moments with how he acts in the few minutes we see him in the movie and like

[miss-tc-nova]

With Reckless Choices - Leona Kingscholar x Reader Pt 12

Kay, I think Big Kitty might need a break. Besides, there's another prince that needs some attention.

Premise: The Briar Prince takes his spouse to an interesting festival, acting odd

Words: 2,023

Music Inspirations: Let Me Be Sad - I Prevail

~~~Grieving Period~~~

               Wind filters through the open window. Sunlight rains down on my skin. Serene in the warmth, I see his face. Those perfectly cute ears nestled in his shining hair flicker—I just want to reach out and pinch them. Green eyes blink behind those dark lashes, glittering like gems. His smile is gentle, so full of genuine love. As his head tilts, showing me that adoration, I feel the shudder in my chest.

               “There you are.”

               Eyes snap open. Rather than the lion prince, before me lies an open window with the briar garden far below. A hand lifts to brush away the drop that managed to escape before I face my husband.

               With practiced control, my tone remains even. “My apologies, were you looking for me?”

               I can only wonder what thoughts flicker behind the scrutiny he searches me with. If the pursing of his lips is any indication, it may not be in my favor.

               It’s by his purest grace that my infidelity hasn’t been exposed. I was, however, thoroughly questioned and had all my belongings searched—for which I can’t blame him. Since our wedding, those chains binding me to the future fae king have been tightened and almost always there’s a guard at my side, watching. My privacy comes only in rare moments in the bathroom. Even my magestone was confiscated to prevent any portal magic. In every way, I’ve become his, just as Leona’s words accused.

               He speaks concisely. “I plan on venturing into the city. Would you care to join me?”

               I’ve never been asked to join him on a social outing before—not unless it required the illusion of a blissful couple.

               Before I can answer, he adds, “You’re welcome to refuse if you’d prefer.”

               That’s not how this relationship works. “I would be honored.”

               “Very well. Can you be ready shortly?”

               “If you give me ten minutes.”

               He agrees to that concession and leaves me to prepare for our trip among the citizenry. Most of that ten minutes actually consist of me trying to clear my head of far-away fantasies, yet I do make myself presentable and meet my husband downstairs in the foyer along with his usual retinue of Sebek and Silver.

               Silver, ever polite, bows his head. “Your highness.”

               Sebek simply mimics the gesture, but not the greeting.

               “Are you ready?” the prince asks.

               “I am. Where is it we venture to today?”

               His hand waves our path to the castle entrance. “There’s a small festival in the city today. I’m told the theme is peaches.”

               His lead I follow. “A festival of peaches?”

               “It’s a small event usually held in another village, but some few citizens have chosen to celebrate here this year.”

               “Why peaches?”

               “I’ve heard that it’s something about a large fruit that carried a child away from a terrible family and into the care of a wonderful new one. I would assume it’s a peach based on the celebration.”

               My bows furrow. “How…interesting.”

               “I thought so too.”

               My husband was indeed correct in that only a few people would be celebrating this event; however, within our large city, the event had garnished the attention of a still sizeable number.

               Immediately, the smell of baked goods floats through the air, most prominently, peaches. A small amphitheater for various events has been occupied with the surrounding streets sectioned off for guests to wander to and fro among the various stalls. Most are filled with peaches served in various manners which I admit look tempting to taste. Others have some curious manner of festival souvenirs that I intend to investigate later. For now though, front and center of the theater sits a short stand which boasts possibly the largest fruit I’ve ever seen—at least up to my husband’s shoulder.

               “That thing’s huge,” Silver comments.

               I nod. “Surely it’s not real.”

               An attendant turns to us, full of enthusiasm. Unfortunately, some of that excitement dials back at the sight of the future king, but he still attempts to convey the thrill.

               “Oh this is most certainly a real peach. It’s not quite as large as the one in Chernabog Hollow, but it was specially grown for the festival.”

               Sebek, not so impressed, folds his arms. “Specially grown? How?”

               A finger taps his lips. “By our expert botanist mages.”

               “It’s a trade secret, Sebek,” the heir says. A wry smile pulls at his lips. “Though I’m sure it would be child’s play to discern.”

               This flusters the man.

               “And they say a giant peach whisked away a child from his horrible home?” I ask, only a tint of jealousy in the back of my mind.

               “Oh yes! But that one was as big as a house and flew with the aid of birds and a bit of magic of course.”

               I point to the variety of creepy crawlies decorating the stand. “And what, may I ask, are those for?”

               “The boy’s companions! The magic granted the boy, not only his vessel to freedom, but also the new family that would cherish him always.”

               Again, Sebek’s cynical. “He was raised by bugs?”

               “These were no mere insects. They too grew to extraordinary sizes and gained incredible intelligence for insects.”

               While I’m thoroughly skeptical of the tale, it’s certainly interesting.

               “What will you do with the peach after the festival?” Silver asks.

               “Actually, we’ll start carving into it shortly. Rather than waste any food, we’ll be making peach cobbler.” He waves to the set up commencing off to the side. “We would be honored for you to return for a slice once we’ve begun dishing plates out.”

               I differ that decision to my husband, who gives it little thought. “Time permitted, we may take you up on that offer.”

               “Of course, your Majesty,” he bows deeply. “Until then, please enjoy the festival.”

               The fae lightly tilts his head in acknowledgement before ushering me along. We trail our way through the festival, admiring the trinkets, attractions, and food on display. Yet further ahead, something else catches my eyes—something unrelated to the event. There’s a couple, arm in arm, happily ambling the stalls. A secret whispers between them, eliciting laughter that infects them both. That look of endearment between them is meant solely for each other, but that soft, sweet kiss stokes the envy.

               “Would you like a taste?”

               His question shocks me from my lament. At my side, my husband offers the treat in his hand. It almost seems silly to see the heir holding an ice cream cone, but he often did enjoy the dessert. Still, despite the gesture, his expression is rather empty.

               “Okay.”

               Before I can reach for the offering, his arm extends further. Apprehension snags in my throat, but the hesitation is only miniscule as I lean forward to taste. All effort focuses on the peach flavor of the cream and not the last time someone shared their dessert with me.

               Carefully composed, I look back at him. “It’s good. I didn’t know they made peach ice cream.”

               “It’s not a common flavor, but it’s intriguing. Shall I get another?”

               I’d rather not share another taste. “Yes please.”

               With my own ice cream to occupy me, we continue our tour. Throughout the day, we’ve spent maybe three hours interested in this little festival. However, it comes to an end as Sebek reminds his liege of a meeting he’s meant to attend soon. At that, we agree to return to the castle.

               “What did you think of our adventure today?” my partner asks as we cross the road away from the event.

               “It was nice. I never would’ve guessed there was a festival out there dedicated to a large fruit.”

               “Yes, it was quite peculiar,” he agrees. “But did you enjoy yourself?”

               My thoughts skip; he’s never concerned himself with my wellbeing before.

               “Ah, careful!”

               A hand slips beneath my arm, pulling me away from the road and right into his chest. Behind me zooms a carriage that misses only narrowly. As the driver pulls to a halt, asking if we’re okay, Sebek storms off in a rage, Silver close behind to mitigate the situation.

               That leaves me here alone, in the arms of my husband.

               Peering up, I can’t make sense of that expression. Again, he’s looking for something but with what appears to be little success. Yet without his answers, the prince bows his head.

               The moment our lips connect, apprehension ripples through me. Disgust in myself quickly floods after, knowing that there is no love here. But rather than shrink away, I grant every demand he makes.

               On two hands I could probably count the number of times I’ve shared a kiss with this man despite our lifetime of affiance. Each and every one of them had been short and to the point, meant as performances for various audiences. This one, however, is different. There is no audience and he’s searching for something I know not. Perhaps he’s testing my loyalty, expecting me to push him away. Or maybe he’s finding openings which require guarding, that I may never stray again. Whatever it is, the dragon delves deeper.

               His hand behind my head deepens the kiss, the other pulling me flush against him. Following that lead, I grip at the front of his coat and lean against his sturdy frame.

               A flash of that loving lion stabs my heart. Fists clench tight through the pain, praying that the agony remains absent from my lips.

               Finally, the kiss breaks, his cool lips grazing mine a moment longer before he fully retreats. Again, there’s a search that proves unfruitful. I’ve never seen him so contemplative in regards to me.

               I ask, against my better judgement, “What’s wrong?”

               Whatever conclusion he’s drawn he comes to terms with. “It’s nothing. If you’re unharmed, shall we return to the castle?”

               “Of course.”

               He gives a single nod; however, the extension of his hand is a surprise. There will be no refusal on my part though. It’s a strange feeling, our hands clasped together, like being tethered to be escorted home. Not much conversation floats between us, the awkward air too stale to break. It’s quite the relief to return to the castle where we part to see to other tasks.

               Those tasks aren’t enough of a distraction. The fae had some sort of intention behind inviting me out but I can’t put my finger on it. I could say that it was his attempt to endear his people with our public display of affection, but not many were around to even see and that only occurred due to a near accident. I don’t know what he wants from me and that cultivates unease.

               When the day comes to an end, I prepare for the night and so too does my husband. Silence blares between us, made prominent by the day’s events. I think he may still be contemplating whatever’s been on his mind.

               The heir sits on the edge of the bed as I draw the blanket higher. All is still for a moment before he joins me beneath the covers. My insides seize as an arm slips across my waist, dragging me across the mattress until my back meets his chest. It takes a second or two before I relax in his grasp, but my mind swirls with confusion and pain. Even he doesn’t seem all that comfortable, his grip slightly too tight.

               All I can imagine is that I could be doing this in someone else’s bed, equally eager to return the embrace. Instead, I’m thankful that my back is to him, teeth gnashing together to keep the sorrow in. Tears, on the other hand, I have no means to keep at bay.

               Eventually, sleep takes my turbulent conscience under.

~~~~~

               Cold light glows across my face, rousing my hazy thoughts. Curled tightly, I stretch my aching limbs until I finally manage to sit up. As I rise, I note the abundant space on my half of the bed. A tilt of my head shows me the other side where the dragon soundly sleeps, his back to me.

               I guess such gestures were simply too much for either of us.

~~~~~

Part 13 (Coming Soon)

Nova’s Twisted Wonderland Masterlist

[turtleblogatlast]

From your last post of Leo sending Jr into the future.

I wish I could trust someone as much as future Leo trusts Jr.

But good good points all around.

I had always thought of that line as kinda cheesy (no pun intended) and it didn't have a place in the post apocalyptic world. But then again, the whole family didn't belong there either.

Future Leo might have so much blame on him for losing the key int he first place, but he gave his younger self a chance at redemption by sending Jr.

All so that cheesy, out of place Line... could once again belong.

Yeah!! It is a cheesy (haha) line, and I think that in turn speaks volumes on the relationship Future Leo has with Casey Jr too, because it shows that even after so much pain and suffering, he’s still a Leo, trying to lighten things up, trying to soften the blow. It’s a cheesy line but the easiness in which it’s delivered shows me that Leo just has this dynamic with Junior.

He’s the leader of the resistance, the world’s greatest ninja…but he’s also a goof who wants the best for (his) the kid. It’s easy to take a line like that and imagine how Junior’s life went under Leo’s (and everyone else’s) care.

[genshin-obsessed]

Confessions | Honkai Star Rail

So i've been super into hsr recently and I thought I'd get back to doing longer hcs because those are always fun! This time I left out Welt and Sampo and I'm not sure how I feel about it lol ✧ Includes: Dan Heng, Gepard, Jing Yuan, Luocha, Blade ✧ Extra: Something a little weird has happened to my Blade lol, he's just a confused man who really likes the reader. It may be ooc- i have no clue

Dan Heng

For Dan Heng, he doesn’t know how long he’s liked you. He just realized it one day when you said something- a compliment towards him- and he just couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Dan Heng’s not the most outward person, so wanting to confess wasn’t something easy for him. He actually needed to prepare, give himself a pep talk and all. His method is invite you to his room and then just tell you- no beating around the bush.

You’re shocked to say the least- I mean it’s DAN HENG. He liked you?! HE CONFESSED?! You sat there for a good minute just staring at him. He looked calm but kinda started panicking on the inside.

“I-I like you too!” You say before he can speak. You were so loud, he jumped a little. Safe to say, he’s extremely happy you accepted because then it would’ve been awkward afterwards.

“Oh good… good.”

Gepard Landau

Everyone knows Gepard likes you before himself. He can say it’s just been a few months but others know it’s been like a year. It’s just the way he acts and stuff.

Gepard has a VERY hard time confessing. He’ll keep trying to do it, but then backs out at the last minute. He’ll keep saying he wants to talk to you about something important then just doesn’t tell you. Finally, one day… it slips out. You two are alone and he barely realizes it until he sees your face.

You’re happy but also shocked. The guy you’ve liked for like ever finally likes you back! Do you go through the statue phase of freezing up and staring? Yes. Did he start panicking because of it? Yes. Your reaction right after was to throw yourself at him and give him a tight hug.

He doesn’t say anything right then and just hugs you back. You not running away, horrified, probably meant you felt the same. That made him happy- so happy he didn’t even know what to do.

“Thank you… for not running away- oh and liking me back.”

Jing Yuan

His feelings had been around for a few months now, he knew pretty much instantly when he was attracted to you. It didn’t take him long to figure out he was in love with you either. It was obvious, his heart pounded when you were around, he couldn’t stop thinking about you, and he was always worried you’d find someone else.

Jing Yuan confesses fancy style. He’ll invite you out to like dinner or something or maybe just to take a late night walk with him. As you’re walking, he’ll coyly bring up the topic of dating and whatnot. You two chat for a bit, then he just admits it. He makes sure to add the “it’s alright if you don’t feel the same way, I won’t be upset.”

Of course, you do feel the same way! Your eyes widen and you gasp as the reality sets in. The General of the Cloud Knights liked YOU! It took a moment to just process his words, and Jing Yuan stood there patiently, giving you time to think. If you were going to say no, that’s fine, he just needed a clear answer. You found it hard to speak but forced the words out, “I-I feel the same.”

Jing Yuan’s over the moon with this newfound knowledge. He’s so happy, he could shout it out from over the rooftops. Honestly! All he can do is give you a tight hug, not wanting to do anything else if you weren’t ready for it- say a kiss.

“I’m glad. We should go on a date then- a proper one.”

Luocha

Luocha is very good at keeping his feelings to himself. At first, he thought it was just a little crush and it would pass. But it didn’t. It just… kept developing. He tried to manage it, feeling that maybe a relationship right now wasn’t the best option for him. But when his heart would start pounding every time you smiled at him, or his mind went back to you and what you might’ve been doing when you two were apart told me he… maybe didn’t wanna wait.

Luocha’s confession wasn’t exactly grand. I mean, what was there to be super grand about? Especially if you were going to reject him. So he just took you out on a little walk and slyly brought up the topic of relationships. Once you mentioned you didn’t mind being in one, he just said, “will you be in one with me?”

You kinda froze. Deer in headlights situation. You needed a moment to process what he’d just said. He… wanted to date you? WELL GOOD! YOU WANTED TO DATE HIM! You happily nodded, a big giant smile spreading on your face.

There was this emotion he felt when you said you liked him too. Pure, unadulterated happiness. He felt so good about himself, about life, about everything. That emotion spoke volumes and all he could do was hug you. Tightly. 

"I'm glad... because I was really, really nervous you'd say no."

Blade

Ok… hear me out. Blade knows he likes you… when he doesn’t hate you. When you ask him for a favor and he says yes. When you hug him and he doesn’t strangle you- honestly, it wasn’t hard for him to know. Kafka teases him and he just ignores her.

Blade… doesn’t know how to confess. He’s not crazy about relationships or… people. So his entire confession was just confusing. You followed absolutely nothing except: “I like you.” You thought he was just admitting he didn’t hate you. That was good news! But you didn’t realize how good it was. “That’s great! I like you too!” You replied to which he crossed his arms, nodded, and said… “we’re dating now.”

Mhm. Yeah. That’s how smooth he is :’) you- you poor soul- didn’t know what he meant at first. So you were beyond shocked when he said what he did. Blade- BLADE- liked you- Y O U- romantically? You liked him too but you never ever expected this. Not in a million years.

You could only manage a dazed nod for a few seconds before a giant smile spread on your face and you practically threw yourself at him. Blade’s usual reaction would be to shove the person away but this was his special person. So… he hugged back.

“That was… rude, I think? Will you go on a date with me?”

[armpirate]

Hiii just wanted to ask "The only one jjk"

Can u tell us about Jk's past relastionships? I really wanna know let Jk talk about them when YN asks , pls make it into jealouse part

Also write a part where at some party JK ex gf or fling show up and try to flirt him, how will he react when this is more acttravtice and while YN seeing them both far away, how will she react? Add some smut , they all hella hot couple 😂💗

I know I said I'd post it on Wednesday, but I felt in the mood to write it today, so here it is. I'm not sure if this is what you were expecting, but I hope it is!

MASTERLIST

Full story

pairing: TheOnlyOne!JK x fem!reader || Mafia

w.c.: 4.8k

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, rough sex, voyeurism, male masturbation, oral sex (female and male receiving), choking, mention of infertility

Aprox. time of reading: 21 minutes

It was your first appearance as a married couple in a public event. After spending three weeks in the beautiful island of Capri in your honeymoon, you both have remained secluded in your new house in Busan. It was something you two ended up discussing a few times while you were enjoying your holidays together, and it was a conclusion Jungkook was closer to reach as he kept thinking deeply at how he wanted to feel closer to home. He also insisted on changing homes because he wanted to recreate new memories in a house that would be of the both of you.

And you agreed.

You didn't care much about where to live, because at the end of the day, the only thing that mattered for you was being next to Jungkook. And you thought that you'd also benefit from him being happier and more comfortable. There genuinely was nothing negative about it. It was also a good thing for Bam. Jungkook's house in Seoul was big, but your new house in Busan had a wider garden where he'd be able to run and play freely.

Except for the moments you had to move to Seoul. Your businesses were there, most of the conversations with the other families were there, and all of the events were held there -which meant you two had to make a long trip back to Seoul whenever you both were required there.

And that was the case that night.

Everyone turned their heads at the entrance of the leaders of the Bangtan family, curiously looking at you two as you made your way to your table -which was the last place you two would be at, but you guessed it was a way to keep some order in the room. Some rumors got to your ears a few weeks back. The way you two disappeared, and only showed up whenever you two needed to, made some people wonder whether you two broke up, or whether one of you died tragically -or both. So it just made sense for you to hear some whispers, mentioning how it was surprising you two were together and alive.

His hand was secured on your thigh over the green falter dress, letting the tip of his fingers wander a bit through the slit that exposed until the middle of your thigh whenever you walked. His fingers pressed tighter on your flesh whenever he spotted a pair of eyes falling on you for a bit too long for his liking. And since some people weren't able to take the hint by taking a quick look at his initials peeking over your cleavage, he himself made an act of presence with some dirty looks.

"They all are making me sick" he huffed, rolling his eyes.

It was a quite frequent situation between you two. His possessive nature was nothing new. You two met because of it, so how could you be slightest surprised at your husband getting jealous of men watching you. He put a tattoo on you, marking you with his name, so those same men would fear landing a finger on you for the consequences.

"Well, " you whispered, bending over him to get closer to his ear, "they could only dream of having what you have". Reaching for his hand, you intertwined your fingers together, leaving your hands on your lap "Let's just enjoy the night until we get back home".

It took him a while to finally agree to your words, but he finally nodded, playing with his lip ring before you kissed him.

At some point into the night, both of you went your separate ways, when some of the people slowly pulled you away from each other as you engaged in the different conversations. You went back to sitting at your table, joining a bored Namjoon, who smiled slightly when he was aware of your presence back on the table. "I think you've drunk a little bit too much" you mentioned, looking at the third half empty glass of white wine.

He simply shrugged, raising the cup "Either you drink, or you don't talk with anyone. There's no other way to keep up with most of the people here".

Chuckling at his comment, your eyes wandered around the crowded room, looking for your husband somewhere among them. Until you finally fell on him. He was quite easy to recognize. There was something on his wide back, and the particular shape of his neck, that made you smile when you spotted him.

Although that smile lasted no longer than three seconds.

He was talking to a young woman that was almost the same height as him -even if she was wearing heels. You barely could see her well due to the distance, but you could tell she was in good shape by the way the black dress glued to her body. Just as glued as she tried to be to your husband.

Her hands kept trying to reach constantly to him. A few touches on his upper arm, an excuse to move his blazer so it'd be back to its original place, a soft stroke on his shoulder... and your blood was boiling with every move. She waved her long black hair a few times, tilting her head while dedicating him a flirty smile. That you recognized, because that was your signature technique when you tried to flirt with boys back in high school.

She was radiating the feminine energy that maybe you had lost on the way to that point in life you were at, after everything you had to go through. And it was that same feminine energy that annoyed you, and made you wonder why your husband was still there. Or why he wasn't stepping back.

"It's Minjee" you heard on your left.

Confused, you furrowed your eyebrows at Namjoon "The woman Jungkook is talking to, she's Minjee" he cleared, giving another sip to his cup. "No one knows what their relationship was. I'm his closest friend and, to this day, I don't know".

You frowned, drawing your eyes back at them. You wouldn't be surprised at them hooking up, or even dating. Two hot people that moved in the same circle... It was kind of obvious.

Your jaw clenched tight when they hugged each other, and you looked away fast as you saw Jungkook attempting to turn back to where you were. You'd have tried to keep how upset you were, but the honest truth was that you didn't care enough about anything to pretend you weren't bothered.

Your leg constantly shook under the table as he dragged his chair back, joining you after being hooked in a conversation with that woman for, at least, twenty minutes.

It wasn't like you were genuinely mad at Jungkook, because you thought he'd ever do something to hurt you. Deep inside you knew he'd be able to cut his own hands before daring to lay his hands on another woman that wasn't you. But it was weird. After more than a year into your relationship, there had never been any mentions of exes -although you knew there probably were flings or hook ups that weren't important enough for him to mention-, you knew you were the first one he dared to claim publicly in front of everyone, you knew you were special for him even before you started having feelings for each other. But you couldn't help but feel threatened.

Your own insecurities were the biggest burden for you. Leaving Minjee aside, you wondered if there was any possibility of him seeing through your relationship and thinking he could do better than that.

The hairs on your back raised in fear at the thought of him leaving you for someone else. There had been several times, in your wedding even, that you heard comments like everyone expected him to end up with someone that would hug his culture without a problem. But you just shrugged it off because it was your happy day. Nothing else mattered, just you two and the union you just had promised.

But you've also been questioned a few times on the topic regarding kids and your offspring. You knew it was important for the family -especially Jungkook's position-, but you didn't think it was a big deal to the point of making you feel pressured. And guilty. Because you knew there was no possibility for you two to have those kids that would succeed him.

"What were you two talking about?" his hand attempted to reach for your leg, although you moved it faster, dodging his touch.

Namjoon shrugged "Nothing".

After nodding, Jungkook tried a second time to reach for you, bending his head slightly to be able to kiss you. But you also dodged his lips, moving your head back before you looked away.

There was nothing he hated the most than having you react that way to his touch. Mainly, because it reminded him of the first period of time you spent together. And because, after growing so close to one another the past few months, he didn't know what it was like to see you upset. At least not the same way you were in that moment.

"Okay, what's wrong?" he stopped, moving his arm over the backrest of your chair.

"There's nothing wrong" you shook your head, crossing your arms over your chest. "Just that if that had been me with any male in here, you'd have made the biggest fuss".

His lips twisted, throwing his head back when he finally understood what your attitude was due about.

"Okay, time to leave" Namjoon announced, standing up from his chair to disappear among the crows.

He looked at you, trying to think about the next thing to say not to make things worse between you. It was obvious it was something you two would be able to solve after a few minutes.

"Minjee" You muttered, feeling your right leg shaking nervously.

Hearing her name out of his wife's lips just made him throw his head back, because it meant you probably knew of the type of relationship they both had before he called it quits after seeing you for the first time.

"We hooked up a few times, that's it".

"You hooked up?" you looked at him, eyes opening wider.

"Namjoon didn't tell you?" Jungkook lowered his voice.

"I should thank god Namjoon even remembered her name" you clicked your tongue, tilting your head quickly. "No wonder she was all over you".

"Are you jealous? Seriously?" your lips puckered at his question, and the way he subtly moved his thumb off your back to touch her.

"Hmm no, I'm not" but your act broke before you were able to continue with it. "But you're fucking air tonight" you pushed his arm away from your chair ", because if you dare to land a finger on me, I'll break it".

It started as something funny for him, because he had never had the chance to see you like that. And you barely gave him any reason to feel like that either. Both of you had way more important problems going on than worrying about an innocent exchange of looks with someone from the opposite sex. And while he thought it was cute and exciting to see you like that, it kept building up to some frustration when he realized the wall you settled between you.

But he wasn't going to force you to talk.

If you were angry, he was going to give you space. That was the best he could do after you sat in one of the empty seats, away from him, in the jet.

Although he didn't carry out what he was planning to do when he saw you picking up your pillow, and closing yourself inside one of the rooms that were only used whenever the members paid you a visit. He had tried to sleep by himself, convinced that you two would make things out in the morning, but he was unable to sleep if you weren't by his side.

He needed to feel your heartbeat against his palm to sleep peacefully.

Jungkook sat on the floor, resting his back against the wall next to the door, hoping you'd listen to him "Babe, let's talk". You stopped by the door, hearing his voice, soft and caring, as if he was trying to build a bridge between you. "She just congratulated me for our wedding. What we had was too long ago, and it ended as soon as I saw you".

"As soon as you saw me?" Jungkook smiled at your question.

"The night we met... I knew I'd only be able to have eyes for you only, for the rest of my life" Jungkook assured her. "She tried to reach out to me when I came back to Seoul, but we didn't do anything because I only wanted you".

There was no lie in his words. He remembered the night after he went back to Seoul, and how Minjee tried to find some type of engagement from him in the weird relationship they had going on for a few months. Yet you were the only thing he could think about, and the only person he wanted to be next to.

"You were going to hook up with someone else after making me sign an exclusivity contract?" you opened the door suddenly, making him look up to you surprised.

"No, of course not. I..." Jungkook sighed, throwing his head back.

"You literally showed up at my job, made a scene, and then made me fly from Spain to Korea because I violated our deal, yet you had other girls in your dms?" your eyes were filled with rage.

If at some point you thought you were being too harsh on a random situation like Jungkook meeting an ex, you were enraged by what you found out thanks to that encounter.

"Don't touch me" you warned him, stepping back when he tried to hold your hand to calm you down. "So what? You chose to end up with me because the other girls didn't want to deal with you?" you pushed his chest, trying to get him to speak "Or was it because I seemed easier?" you gave him another push, not knowing how your words made you walk through the tight rope that was his patience.

Something about the heavy words that were building your argument were waking up a side of him. It wasn't that much about the accusations you were throwing at him, but how you were downgrading yourself to "something he had to settle for". Because you had always been way more than that.

Before you could push him another time, his fingers were holding your wrist about your head against the wall, while he looked down at you with a darker shade of brown you had never seen on him before -or, at least, you didn't remember.

"Shut up, and let me talk when I'm speaking to you"

He was lucky you closed Bam inside his room before the argument started, because he knew that dog would've jumped at him at the slightest attempt of holding you, even if you weren't completely opposed to what was happening.

"I was the one who rejected Minjee after meeting you. You were always my first choice, and my main priority. And if I ever hear you speaking of yourself as just someone I settled for... You don't really want to know the consequences, Y/n. Is that clear?". You nodded, looking into his eyes while your lips formed a thin line "Speak when I ask. Is it clear?".

"Yes" you finally answered.

"This is what we're going to do, since you seem to have forgotten some basics: I want you back in our room, naked" he finally let go of your hand, allowing you to finally move it back to your side. "Y/n, I want you there. Now" he slowly commanded, finally making you blink.

You walked to your shared room, feeling his heavy steps following calmly behind you. Your dress was completely gone when you stepped inside the bigger room, feeling your chest beating its way to your mouth. Your sex life with Jungkook was a rollercoaster, especially after you got married, but there was something different in him that night that made you ecstatic for him. That darker look in his eyes, with that deep and authoritative tone he hadn't used on you in a long time, had you throbbing and leaking for him.

His heavy presence filled the room as he walked in, undoing the buttons of the sleeves of his shirt, before he went for the ones that kept it tied on his torso. Jungkook tilted his head, looking at you. Despite doing what he demanded, there was no evidence of pride in his face, not even the hint of a satisfied smile.

You had seen him naked plenty of times, but it always felt like the first time, feeling your guts shrinking in excitement by the way his muscles contracted with his moves. Your eyes moved from his shoulders, to his chest, falling over the tattoo he got for you. It was the exact same one you had on your chest, except for the fact that he had your initials on his skin.

That man was completely yours. Yet you filled your head with negative thoughts that night, thinking of the possibility of being kicked away for no reason.

"What should I do?" his hands were placed on his hips as he looked at you. "Should I make you cum until you aren't able to think straight?" he started undoing his belt, while thinking out loud. "Or maybe I should fuck you senseless until those dumb thoughts leave your brain and you're only able to think about my cock?" his pierced eyebrow raised.

Your nipples painfully hardened with every idea that came out of his lips, making you crave whatever that he wanted to do to you. His eyes flew from you to your surroundings, until they fell over the pale blue armchair that was placed next to the door to your shared dressing room.

"Sit there" he motioned, looking back at you. "Legs over the armrests, and don't move unless I told you so".

You silently walked to where he pointed at, unaware of what he was planning to do, but too turned on to even question it. After you spread yourself for him, he started walking, but he didn't make his way to where you were. He stopped right when you thought he was going to join you, sitting over the edge of your bed instead, with his eyes fixed on you.

You were a treasure he always thanked to have found, and he confirmed that at the breathtaking sight of you like that. It made him furious to think you'd belittle yourself for no reason, when you were a walking goddess he was lucky to sleep next to at night.

Your hands rested on your knees as you waited for his next move, slightly squeezing your skin when he lowered his pants enough to set his semi hard dick free. He didn't say a word, he didn't even make a noise, before he spitted on his tip, spreading his natural lube over his shaft. Jungkook only moved to find a more comfortable position, supporting half of his weight on the hand that was resting on the mattress, while the other rocked his hard cock.

You didn't know what the aim of it was, but you didn't care. It was so filthy, and it felt so forbidden, that it only turned you on even more. Jungkook was finding the inspiration to his pleasure in you, in the way your breasts raised and lowered arrhythmically with your breathing, or the way your pussy clenched around nothing at the sight of him, making a trail of your own arousal go from your entrance to the fabric of the armchair, turning that spot a darker blue than the rest of the furniture.

"Don't dare to touch yourself" he warned you with a husky voice, catching you before you were able to give in to your own needs.

The sight of his eyebrows frowned, how contracted his abs were, as the veins of his arms were perfectly marked with every move he made was too much for you. Your head moved back, changing your sight back to the ceiling for a brief second, before you were forced back.

"Look at me" he hissed through his teeth.

You didn't know how long you two had been like that, but it for sure felt like hours. If you didn't touch yourself, you were sure you'd end up reaching your high at the mere sight of his reaching his.

His hand wasn't flat over the messed blankets anymore, he was having a tight grip on them, accompanied by his heavy breaths that were the beginning to the explosion of his climax. You could perfectly see the way it throbbed through his fingers as his load spilled over his chest and abs first, and then down to his fingers and balls.

"Clean it up" he commanded, still with his breath running wild.

Your legs shook when you closed them, feeling weak at the slightest pressure on your clit, and being sure you'd probably manage to cum in a matter of four steps.

Sinking to your kneels in front of him, he offered you his tattooed fingers first. You wrapped your lips around him, recognizing that salty flavor as soon as you moved your tongue up his ring finger. Under his gaze, you moved your tongue lower to each one of his fingers and his palms, silently moving to his abs when you were done with his hand, and paying caring attention to the tattoo he bad of you as you slipped your tongue over it.

You weren't done though.

You moved down again, licking every drop on his dick carefully. Moving your tongue in circles over the tip, and flicking it a few times, before you started taking the turning soft member in your mouth.

"See how much power you have over me?" he asked, moving his right hand over your arm to your shoulder "Making me cum by just looking at you. That's how much control you have over me, babe" a deep sigh left his lips as you sucked him off, feeling his fingers moving over your back until they reached the sensitive spot of your nape under your hair. "Hmm are you making it hard again?" he asked, looking down at you. "Go fot it, babe" he squeezed your nape, encouraging you to go on.

You felt it grow in your mouth, slowly reaching parts it didn't in a matter of seconds, feeling your lips slightly stretching out with his thickness. Jungkook started rocking his hips against your mouth, making you gag on it before he suddenly pulled you up. "Get up and lie on the bed".

As you were told, you rested on your back, seeing him get rid of his wrinkled pants by his ankles with a kick. His tough hands spread your legs apart, keeping a tight grip on your knees as he bent over. He hummed when his tongue dipped in your needy core, making your whole body squirm at the so awaited contact. His wet kisses were loud on your core, moving his lips and tongue through your slit, sinking half of his face in it. He combined the movements of his tongue, teasing your entrance, with his nose rubbing against your clit.

You swore you only needed one more flick and you'd be completely gone.

But your husband knew that, and that was why he stopped before you were able to be close to reach your high.

Jungkook made your body roll over the mattress as if it was nothing, grabbing your through before you could get too comfortable in that position to rest your back against his chest. He rammed into you without a previous warning, almost making your whole body collapse. And probably it would have if he hadn't kept you held by the neck as you were.

Unlike other times, Jungkook didn't take his time with you. His thrusts were harsh and fast since the very beginning, having you whimpering and beginning every time his balls slightly slapped your clit.

Encouraged by those high-pitched moans, Jungkook angled his hips, making his tip rub against that spongy spot roughly, at the same time his digits squeezed the skin of your throat.

"You think I'd fuck you like this if I wanted someone else?" he groaned, moving his free hand down to rub your clit. "You're the only one I want, Y/n. Get it inside your fucking brain".

The loud skin clapping, your moans combined, and the lack of air were certainly doing things to your brain, because you felt like you were floating with every thrust of his hips. "You have no idea how much I love you, Y/n" he moaned, before his moans were muffled against the skin of your shoulder.

"I fucking love you, too" you moaned back, rising your right hand until your fingers were tangling on the locks on the back of his hair, while your other hand tried to feel some stability by holding his waist, feeling his muscles tensing and relaxing with every fast move he made. "I love you so much" you whined, barely feeling like your body belonged to you anymore.

"Then cum for me and show me" he bit your shoulder, circling your clit at the right pace to make your whole body shake and your vision turn blurry as you welcomed your high.

Jungkook looked at you while he cleaned you up, sighing when he finally threw the paper over the nightstand to be able to focus on you only.

"I'm sorry" you muttered, feeling guilty under his big doe eyes.

"I'm the one who's sorry. You were right. If it had been me in your position, I'd have made a scene" he admitted. "I didn't think that way back at the party, because for me they're just... there. The only person I genuinely see it's you".

"Still, I think I reacted that way because I had never heard of you being with someone else" you tilted your head. "And when I saw her tonight, it shocked me" you added in a thin voice, "I guess I could only think about how you had the chance to choose her over me at some point. And I wonder if things would've been easier for you. Or if there will be a point you regret your decision".

"She never stood a chance against you. She wasn't even a choice, to be honest. Since the very beginning, you were the only person I could see, and I mean it" he caressed your ankle. "And I don't know why you think I would ever regret choosing you over anything else, but I would never".

"What if you want to have kids at some point?"

You dared to ask, knowing damn well the possibilities of you not being able to get pregnant were quite high.

Jungkook's shoulders sank at your question, finally seeing the problem of everything that happened that night. Your eyes started to water after you dropped the question, and he couldn't do anything other than dragging you to his body, hugging you tight before little sobs escaped your lips.

"I married you knowing that" he reminded you. "I married you because I love you and I was looking forward to living my future with you. And it'll be happy and full whether there are kids or not" his fingers played with your hair gently. "We can try, there are also several therapies to work on it, in case we both choose to have kids at some point. If there are kids, fine. And if there aren't, it'll be fine, too. I married you expecting nothing in return except for your love and loyalty, you don't owe me a kid. You don't owe me a successor to my position. And I would never leave you just because you aren't able to give it to me. Kill me if I ever do something like that" grabbing your chin, he forced your eyes onto his, wiping your tears away with his thumb.

His fingers moved from your upper arm down your wrist, playing with the ring he chose to put on you. "Also, once I retire, they can fuck themselves. If you think one of my worries would be whether Bangtan is still alive or not, you're wrong. Because all my attention will be on you only" squeezing you tight in his arms, he made you giggle for the first time that night "Is it everything clear now?".

You nodded, rubbing your thumb over his chin while you looked at him with all the appreciation you were carrying in your eyes "I love you, Jungkook".

"I love you so much, doll" he whispered.

Your love was a lifetime promise, that no one and nothing would ever break. And he wouldn't find a problem in reminding you every day of your life.

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“just so you know, this is entirely your fault.”

“my fault?! how the hell is an elevator shutting down, my fault?! do you think i spoke to god for a second and said, ‘hey, can you make this elevator stop working right now?’” you argued, sarcasm thick in your voice as you spoke. rindou shrugged nonchalantly, a look of boredom in his eyes. 

“who knows? maybe you’re one of those kinds of people.” 

“i am not, for your information! if anything, this is your fault! if you can recall with your idiotically small brain, you’ll remember that you’re the one who asked for a favor! from me! on a weekend! i should be financially compensated for this!” you exclaimed, pointing a finger in accusation at the boy sitting next to you. “i should still be sleeping right now!! it’s 5 in the damn morning! what was this favor you needed, anyways?!” 

“jeez, you’re so loud.” was all rindou responded with, making you even more frustrated with him. you decided not to respond though, just letting out an angry sigh as the two of you waited for the maintenance people to get you out of the elevator. 

the silence hanging over the two of you in the elevator wasn’t tense, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable either. honestly though, you didn’t really care about whatever rindou wanted, you were just pissed that he was somehow trying to pin this situation on you. 

what have you ever done to him?! literally nothing. you even had the decency to come all the way over to roppongi at 5am to see what he needed help with, even though he always acts like you’re just an annoying thorn in his side. you get that he’s emotionally stunted, but seriously, what was up with him?

a knock from outside the elevator door brought you out of your thoughts, instead bringing hope that you would finally be out of this elevator soon. 

“hello! we are the maintenance crew for this building, and we will get you out shortly! sorry for the inconvenience!” 

“don’t worry about it; thank you!” you called back, relieved. you stood up from your spot on the floor, stretching a bit since you had been sitting for a while. “ugh, thank god! i’m so hungry, i could eat a three-course meal right or somethin’...” rindou continued sitting on the floor, the same stoic expression on his face as the two of you waited for the elevator to open up. he was a bit more quiet than usual, but you wrote it off as him also being tired, (who wouldn’t be tired at this early time?). 

“oh yeah, but seriously, what’s the favor you need? if it’s gonna take long, i wanna get breakfast first.” you asked, a bit more curious as to what favor he was going to be asking of you. 

“you’ll see when we get there.” 

“man, stingy…you can’t even tell me how long it’s gonna take?” 

“no.” you frowned at his answer but decided to let it go for now. 

after a few minutes, you sat back down, wondering how long it was going to take to open the elevator. you wanted to ask the people outside, but you didn’t want them to feel like you were rushing them, so you just sat and waited, feeling a bit awkward with rindou. 

looking at him from the side, you couldn’t deny that he was beautiful. he would probably kill you if he ever heard you say that about him, but in your mind, it was true. it was the first word that came to mind whenever you saw him, no matter how much of an ass he was being in the moment. his tanned skin suited him well, providing a contrast from his blonde and baby blue hair, which always seemed to frame his face damn near perfectly. how was that even possible? there hadn’t ever been a time when you’d seen him look bad, which sometimes made you wonder if he was from another world. 

“you done?” rindou asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“hm? what?” 

“you’re staring at me; it’s creepy.” you scoffed at his words, immediately remembering his personality. 

“yeah, my mistake. you would be prettier if you weren’t such an ass, y’know.” you cringed a moment after you spoke, realizing that your words probably just gave him a major ego boost. 

however, when your gaze cautiously found him again, all you could see was his flushed cheeks and that he was looking away. 

huh? no way…

you reached your hand out, poking his cheek. 

“hey, what’s wrong? look over here.” he continued ignoring you, which made you just want to mess with him even more. “hey. hey. yoohoo.” with each word, you poked his cheek, finding amusement in the growing annoyance in rindou’s face. 

when you went to poke him again, his arm suddenly shot up, hand grabbing your wrist right before your finger was going to poke his cheek. 

“stop.” 

“hmm…?” you could hear the threatening tone of his voice, but all you could see were his red ears. “if i didn’t know any better, i would almost say that you’re maybe…oh, i don’t know, embarrassed? flustered?” at your words, he let go of your wrist instantly.

“whatever…” rindou muttered, turning his head even farther away from you. 

you paused for a moment, wondering if you’d gone too far with the teasing. there was no way, right? ran definitely poked and prodded at his younger brother more than you did, so why was he acting like this? 

well, you suppose that you can make it your problem. 

you leaned your head to the side, resting it on his shoulder as you let out a sigh. you held back a smile as you felt rindou suddenly tense up, his head finally turning back towards your direction, (you found it impressive that he had managed to sulk for as long as he did). 

“you’re so emotionally stunted.” 

“shut the hell up.” 

(the ‘favor’ was having breakfast on the rooftop, but you didn’t end up getting out of the elevator until noon).

[elzdaizy]

Trouble After Paradise (Part 2)

Warnings: slightly sexual content, explicit language, again angst

Summary: if you haven't already, read part 1 here !

A/N: For context, below is the visual image you will need to keep in mind for this part. Trust me. It will help.

This part is also a lot shorter. The good stuff to come is in Part 3. I should have the last part up by Saturday. It’s super hard trying to write and upload during the week because I work 8 hour days!

You had spent the first ten minutes that morning after Harry left for his run, doing some laundry. It helped to keep you occupied instead of going insane as you nervously anticipate his return. You aren't sure exactly how long he's planning on keeping up the silent treatment act for but you honestly don't think you can take it a second longer.

You then made about ten pancakes, shaped in hearts, all dished onto a cute pink heart plate you purchased about a year ago when you and Harry were making purchases for your new house. It was one of those plates that only get used for special occasions and to be honest, you were using whatever you could at this point to say sorry.

You then squeezed some fresh orange juice into a glass jug and set the table for the two of you. Some coffee also prepared to be made for his return. You cut up a few strawberries and threw them into a bowl with blueberries. Making sure the few final bits and pieces were also at arms length, you placed some whipped cream and maple syrup in the centre of the table, between yours and your husbands plates.

Looking at the scene you created, you were chuffed. You don't expect a breakfast made for his return will solve all of your problems, but, perhaps it might encourage him to finally speak to you about it.

After almost an hour, Harry finally returned from his run. You knew this because you could hear the door close as you were finishing up cleaning the kitchen. Your heart sunk to your stomach.

You stand there in the middle of your house, looking awkward and not really knowing what to do with yourself, or where to look as he walks towards the kitchen. He takes off his sun glasses then takes out his AirPods, not paying too much attention to his surroundings at first as he's focusing on steadying his breathing after running for so long.

"I made us breakfast. The same way I did it on Valentines Day, you remember?" You nervously ramble to catch his attention. Pointing over to the small dining table and although Harry is wearing that harsh frown on his face as he looks and listens to you, you notice the way he seems less tense that earlier.

"Is all of that supposed to fix what you did last night?" He bluntly asks, almost straight away.

"Obviously not, Harry." You sigh and you want to roll your eyes at his attitude so badly but you restrain yourself. You walk closer to him and thankfully he doesn't back away. You can see the sweat covering the entirety of his skin. It glistens in every angle of light in your sight. His muscles larger due to excessive use of them recently.

You've barely even realised how much his facial hair has actually grown since you saw him last week. You never cared much for it in the past but this grown out moustache is quite the distracting feature for the current moment.

You're stood in front of him now, only a step away from a hug but you dare not even try to touch him. He's staring you down. You can tell from the look in his eyes that he's genuinely disappointed and it crushes your soul to know you caused that sad look.

"I thought we could talk it through over a nice breakfast." You almost whisper. "Can we sit down, please?" You then add, eyes directed towards the table.

Without verbally replying to you, Harry just walks past you and heads upstairs towards your room.

You've had enough now. You're done waiting and you're done sucking up to him. He won't even listen to you and he's wasting the time you two have by dragging this on.

You wait a few moments, covering up the food so it doesn't get cold because you know it will get eaten at some point today.

"Right! That's it! Harry Styles, I've given you your space and I've let you go mute on me, but I am not tolerating this anymore. I need you to listen to me!" You begin ranting loudly as you storm your way up the stairs.

You enter your room to find Harry still sweaty but undressing himself as he's obviously about to get into the shower. He only managed to get his hat, shoes, and shirt off before you barged in.

He's stood in the ensuite with that angry pout on again, looking as angry as ever with you. He almost opens his mouth to retaliate but you cut him off before you give him the chance.

"No listen, Harry. I fucked up massively! I know that and I have no excuse for being an idiot to forget to pick you up and to forget about our dinner.” At this point Harry is arching a brow in amusement at your boldness. He’s still visibly livid but he’s listening.

“I was so caught up in wanting to spend more time with you this week. The only way I could make that happen was to race through three days worth of work yesterday just so I could have Monday and Tuesday with you because I miss you so fucking much." You say all in one breath. You're too heated to cry at the moment but you know as soon as this explanation is over you will probably tipple over the edge.

"I should've called you and should’ve stayed in touch to keep you in the loop but my mind has been on high-stress over-drive since we got back from our honey-moon. Work has not given me a second to breathe and unfortunately I’ve let it affect us which makes me so angry with myself but you have to know I would never do this on purpose. Please." And that was it, you said all that you needed too. It was a weight lifted and you literally had to gasp for air at one point but you did it.

"I'm so fucking angry with you." Harry deadpans but his actions next completely throw you off. “I’m angry but I can’t stand not being around you anymore. Fuck this.”

He storms toward you and grabs your face between his hands with a mild force as he brings his lips down harshly onto yours in a rushed, salty kiss. It's sloppy and full of anger but you melt into him with a small whine escaping from the back of your throat as your hands snake up his broad, sweaty shoulders and yank him closer in the kiss but tugging your fingers through the ends of his damp hair.

“Will you forgive me though? We only have until Wednesday morning to be together properly and I don’t want us to be like this the whole time. I’m really sorry. Please, Harry, my perfect husband, let me make it up to you?” You coax him and use that flirty tone in your voice that you knows has him in the palm of your hand.

Your soft hands are running up and down his large biceps and shoulders. Your eyes all doe like as you pout at him. He’s finding it so hard to resist. He holds you in his arms, still. He’s thinking of what to do next.

“I know a few ways how you could make it up to me.” He smirks ever so slightly. His eyes darting to your lips as you lick them knowingly.

His eyes darken and the energy has shifted in those few moments. He’s obviously forgiven you but he’ll never say it. Instead he wants to make up the way you both like to best. Sex.

“And what do you have in mind, moustache man?” You tease. Harry raises his brows in surprise before he leans forward and starts leaving small bites into the crook of your neck. You wince at the mixed sensation of pain, pleasure and the tickling from his moustache as he attacks your neck.

“You’re really asking for it, aren’t you?” He retaliates. Yanking you towards him harshly so he can pick you up and you wrap your legs around his waist.

[yetanotherhiddlestoner]

(MDNI- THE SMUT IS FINALLY HERE)

(Summary ~ (A former) Plus size reader x Negan. In the world of the dead rising, you just happen to fall for the one fucked up person who has no interest in you. And I am aware the timeline doesn't add up but for the story I had to make the timeline longer than a couple months.)

~Word Count ~ 2738

~Warnings ~ SMUT, P in V, Unprotected sex (use protection!!!!!), swearing. (GIF not mine)

CHAPTER FIVE - I FELL HARD, YOU'LL FALL HARDER.

~1 week later~

As usual you wake up before Negan, your own internal alarm wakes you up just before the sun hits your face, you quickly make your bed, get dressed and head downstairs to make breakfast for yourself, deciding to wake Negan up in 15 minutes so you can start before it gets too hot.  He had been on such good behavior the last week, never late to the job, always kind to those who walked past and judged him, some of the folk had stopped to talk to him, others just looked angry that he was being given a second chance. Rick and the others were still on edge, stating he was a ticking time bomb and they waited for the day he would go off. 

Once again, the job for the day was to the gardens and doing a quick patrol outside the fences, killing the strays and seeing if there were any holes to fix. Pouring yourself some cereal you sit at the counter and eat; you can hear people outside already. 

Negan wakes up to the sounds outside, people chatting to each other, cars being worked on. Everyday waking up in your house, his back was thankful for the soft mattress instead of the prison cot. He lays there, looking at the ceiling, thinking, going over the last 7 days with you, everything about you made it hard for his body not to react to you. The way the sweat dripped down your forehead in the midday heat, or the way your pants tighten as you bent over to pick up things from the ground. even though he should be focused on work, he couldn't help but stare, sometimes he wondered if you did it just so he could look.

Each time his body would start to stir, and he quickly tried to hide it from you, trying to not embarrass you. 

He hears your footsteps quietly coming up the stairs and then your gentle knock upon his bedroom door.  "Come in" he answers, sitting up in bed, he quickly covers his naked body, if he was still the leader of the sanctuary, he wouldn't have cared but this was a new chapter for both him and you so for now he wanted to be modest and cover himself up.  "Time to rise and shine. Wanna get the gardening started before it gets to hot outside." You say your head peeking in from the door, spotting him.

"Well," He looks under the white bed sheet and smirks "I am already rising, if you want to give me a few minutes. I'll meet you downstairs." He notices the blush rising on your cheeks, when you finally caught on to what he was talking about.  "Do you always think about sex?" You ask rising an eyebrow, quickly remembering the moment at Olivia's house. "When there is a sexy as fuck lady in my presence than the answer is yes., I could easily show you how hard I am right now?" He starts to play with the corner of the sheet. Teasing you, no he was testing you. You wanted to stand your ground, call his bluff, to once more push him away and his attempts. 

"Go on then, I think your just wasting time, already bored of these daily chores you wanna have the day off and so you will say anything" you say as you enter his bedroom fully and he chuckles, as you try to maintain control of this little game.

"You freaked out about me being in a towel a few days ago, if I take this sheet off right now, how will you react?"  You shrug, "Well, that was a different scenario" You mentally roll your eyes at your response, it really wasn't that much different, but for now you went back to trying to act as if this little game was nothing more than just two friends teasing one another. "You really want to do this Y/N because if we do, I can tell you right now we will not be being our chores today. You will not be allowed out of my bed." His threat hangs in the air as your eyes remain locked on his. "Big talk" you say, smirking.

He swings his legs over the side of the bed, carefully maneuvering the sheet to wrap around his waist. The tension in the room rising each second.  "Come here" Negan orders you and opens his legs to accommodate you. You walk over and stand between his legs, his hands go straight to your ass, grabbing it.  "You really going to push me doll?" His eyes looking up at you, his chin resting on your stomach.

"You are all talk Negan." You say, smiling.  "I'll show you all talk" He growls as he stands up, still holding you and put you on the bed, his body covering you, the sheet still tightly wrapped around his waist. "Well shit now Rick is going to hate us both because I am not letting you leave." You can feel his erection nestled between your thighs. "I think Rick already dislikes us anyway" you whisper as you shift your waist to rub yourself over his hard on.

"And you are really over dressed, time we fix that." He takes off your empty holsters and slowly unbuttons your blouse. You watch as his long fingers undo each singular button. Part of you still thinks he is bluffing but it fades away as he exposes your breasts to him. He kisses your chest, as his hands move around to your bra, you lift your back to allow him access. You sigh once you feel the release of the clasp, he grabs and chucks to a corner of his room. He grabs your breast and brings them together, kissing them softly. You gasp at the feeling of his tongue licking at your nipples. "Holy shit you are good at that." you gasp out. 

"Glad you enjoy this as much as I am, can you feel me?" He pushes his hips even deeper into you. "Fuck yes Negan." You can feel your body responding to his. "I bet you are so fucking wet for me" Negan growls as his hand travels down to, he slides into your jeans and underwear to your pussy. His fingers just gently move over your lips, "Fucking knew it doll, you are soaked for me."

"Please Negan" You moan as his fingers gently push between your lips, touching your clit, making you moan. "You are such a naughty little lamb, allowing the big bad wolf to touch you, giving you pleasure." His hand leaves you wanting more but he makes quick work of your jeans pulling them and your underwear down in one swift motion and throwing it somewhere behind him.

"Now you are overdressed" You whisper at him as you wrap your arms around his neck. In a blink of an eye the sheet disappears, and you see his erect cock, he smirks as you stare at it, taking in its size, "I am guessing you like what you see?" Negan asks wrapping his hand around himself, pumping slowly. "Like is an understatement. Holy fuck I heard rumors about your size but thought them wives were over exaggerating" You hear Negan chuckle. "Well thank you darling." 

He shimmies down your body, sliding off the bed to the floor, he places your legs on his shoulders. " I really need to have a taste of you." he mumbles as he tongue moves along your slit, you arch your hips up to him, grabbing a pillow you place it underneath you. You moan as his tongue finds your clit and circles it once, twice, three times and then the feeling of his fingers entering you makes you almost come. "I knew you would be fucking tight doll." He says pumping two fingers in and out a few times before adding a third and stretching you out more, filling you up. "Aw Negan" you moan feeling you getting close to the orgasm, you feel the fire within your stomach growing. His fingers move in and out a few more times before he climbs back on top of you and without warning thrusts his cock into your pussy making you scream out in pleasure. Your nails scratch at his back as your legs wrap around his waist. The room fills with moans and grunts.  "Negan......"  "Fuck...."  "I'm close....please"  "Fuck this...pussy is fucking amazing." "I'm not going to last" "Please," You can't stop the orgasm from pulsing through you, your walls clenching around his cock, and you soon feel the hot sensation of his own orgasm filling you up.

You and Negan lay there, quietly panting.  "You, ok?" Negan asks after a while. "Very much, fuck your good at that." You say as you roll to face him. Negan chuckles. "Just wait till later, we have the whole day to, I want to show you how I can be gentle as well in bed." "I think the whole of Alexandria knows what we just did" you laugh, "Well fuck them it was going to happen anyway, I really was thinking of taking you in my cell once if you trusted me enough." "How would you do that?" You ask looking at him, smiling. "Your could have you ass pushed against the bars while I pound you from behind, trust me, I had it all worked it out"  You slap his chest and laugh.

A knock at your front door sounds through the house. "Fuck me" Negan groans as you move to greet them "No." "No?" You raise an eyebrow at him. "I said if you stay here, you won't leave my bed. So, I am going to greet them and tell them to fuck off." He wraps the sheet around his waist "I will be back with snacks and drinks in five ok doll, stay right there." You smile and lay back down; you throw your hands up innocently. "Yes sir." you reply.

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Negan heads downstairs and knows instantly who is at your front door.  "Good morning, Rick" He greets as he opens the front door wide, standing there in nothing but the sheet. "Morning Negan, is Y/N available?" Rick says peeking inside the house, looking for you. "Actually, funny thing, Y/N won't be available today sorry" Negan smirks, knowing full well that this is pissing off Rick so much.  "Why not?"  "Why is it your business?" "She has jobs to do today and so do you." "Well shit Ricky my man, don't know what to tell you." "What the fuck have you done with Y/N?" "Well now that you mention fucking, that is exactly what we did and holy fuck was it great, so if you could excuse me I have many promises to keep to her, I'll let you in on a secret, I am going to make her scream my name multiple times today, I suggest you and everyone that walks pass this house to just ignore it." Negan shuts the door on Rick, then heads to the kitchen to grab snacks and water for you. 

He lets the sheet fall off on the stairs. 

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You hear his footsteps coming back up the stairs, he turns the corner with promised snacks, proudly naked once again. You smile at him "Who was it?" You ask sitting up in the bed, covering your body with the blanket.

"Just Rick, he might be mad tomorrow as I just gave him some attitude, but he knows about our little fun" You roll your eyes "Of course you did"  "Anyways told him to warn the town that if they hear your screams to ignore it" Negan says opening a bottle of water and taking a sip, smirking at your reaction. You blush bright red and shake your head.

"I do intend to make you scream my name Y/N" Negan's fingers trail up your bare leg. "I have no doubt that you do Negan" you say staring at him. Your body shivers as his fingers move. "You have a small idea of how long I have waited for you. The last week has been a nightmare, I feel like a teenage boy once again. Getting hard in the middle of the town, fucking my hand in the showers in the morning thinking of your body, your legs wrapped around my waist while I pound into your body as its pinned to the wall."

You blush more at his words, imagining sharing a shower with him, both wet, wrapped each other, bodies connected. He climbs over you once more, pinning you underneath him.  "Tell me have you touched yourself thinking of me Y/N?" He asks looking it your eyes deeply.  You nod "Yes I have" you whisper.  "When was the first time you did.?"  You think back to the Sanctuary. "When I started to have feelings for you back at the Sanctuary, I would lay in bed and my mind would wander, how your hands would grab my flesh, then after I was done, I would feel disgusted in myself, because, well my weight." You admit to him.

"Why would you be disgusted in yourself sweetheart?" "Again, why would you wanna even think of fucking someone who was fat?"  "Well, I did several times think of doing just that, you have to stop putting yourself down, your body back then and right now are a temple for me to worship."

You bite your lip, you knew you couldn't stay in the past, but it was hard to even think he would be interested in you at all. You used all your strength to push Negan off you and push him down onto the bed, straddling him, his cock, semi hard once more nestling between your legs.

"Woah Sweetheart," His hands grip your waist.  "I always imagined being on top, riding you, seeing the pleasure I could bring you." You rub yourself up and down his cock, your wetness coating it. Negan groans at the feeling, his hips rising up a little to push his hardening member into your folds. Your eyes roll back as you lean back, bracing yourself on his legs as you slide up and down his cock, the tip hitting your clit with each move. "Y/N Fuck" Negan moans, his hand reaches down and holds his cock up, lining it up to your entrance. You slide down onto him, both moaning at the feeling.

You move slowly, riding him softly at first, just allowing the feeling of him filling you up to make you wetter, his hands grip your waist harder, you can tell he is doing all he can to not thrust up into you, he wants you to set the pace.

His eyes look at where your bodies join, you start to bounce on his cock a little faster, moaning as his tip now hits your g-spot, you can feel your orgasm building with each thrust. 

"God y/n you feel so good. Do you like riding me?" Negan gives in and thrusts up meeting your core. "Yes….." you moan as your held in place and fucked by Negan, his nails digging into your flesh. "I like this view" he says one hand grabbing your breast as it bounces against your skin, he kneads it. "Fucking hot watching you ride me, your pussy clenching me tightly, your tits bouncing in my face, lean forward sweetheart" He asks, you lean forward, and his tongue flicks your hardened nipple causing you to gasp, he starts sucking one and then the other.

"Negan please" You moan, your place you hands on his legs behind you, arching your back as you ride him, Negan matches your thrusts. You head rolls back as you feel yourself tipping over the edge with the orgasm, Negan quickly grabs your hips and makes you sit still on him as his own orgasm releasing, his hot seed once more filling you up. 

Your name rolling off his lips as you come down from your orgasm and lay on his chest, his soft cock slips out of you. You both lay there panting, limbs wrapping around each other. You body rings out in pleasure as your heart slowly starts to go back to its normal pace, sweat coats both of you.

Negan kisses your forehead and sighs. This right here was perfect.

[lafiametta]

Loved your meta on Igor and agree so much, he was one of my favourite characters this year. I just wanted to add a thought or two of mine about the ending.

A important moment imo that surprisingly few people are talking about is the moment they just look at each other after he stops her from hitting him again. It's the longest time they share eye contact in the film, they miss each other gazes a lot and when they do you at each other, it's not with eye contact, they're not SEEING each other. Even when she initiates sex she has a 'mask' on even as he staring at her. When the mask finally slips after he tries to kiss her, he looks at her as if he's seeing her for the first time, and he probably is (A+ acting from both of them, this movie would've have worked with any of the cast but particularly those two).

And it's so important that he pulls her in to hold her after she's been so brutally rejected throughout the film ( in the script, she collapses on him, while he still holds her as she cries, its different-and how I though it would be when i read the summary before seeing it). Him actually seeing her and pulling her closer feels important for me, even if it's just for a moment

Love this! And you're totally right: in that moment he really is seeing her without the mask she puts on for everyone else. (And I suspect he already knew the mask was there, even if up until that point he could only see hints of what she was actually like underneath it. Even her name is like another layer she hides under, although he makes it clear his interest is in the real person, not the girlish nickname: “I like Anora more than Ani.”)

He's been quietly watching her almost the whole time they've been together and seen her be all kinds of things — defiant, furious, combative, sarcastic, demanding, resigned — but it's the first moment she lets her guard down and shows her vulnerability to another person. It would have been easy enough for her to scream and push herself off his lap and get out of the car. Instead, she just freezes, waiting to see what he'll do. Now that he's seen her, the real her, will he reject her (as you so accurately put it) like everyone else in the movie has? Will he call her a whore or a fucking bitch or a disgusting hooker?

Even with her hair shielding part of her face, we can see her start to crumble, her chin wobbling. Igor can see it too — the scared and hurt girl who's been putting up a massive front for so long — and he reaches for her, pulling her in close, offering comfort and acceptance. It's only then that she feels safe enough to let go and surrender to everything she's feeling. (Will that feeling of safety last? It's hard to know — Ani's built up some big walls and it would take a lot to bring them down.)

I think it's also true that in that moment, she sees him too. It's not quite the same, because he doesn't wear the mask like she does, but it's a realization that's been slowly growing since the plane ride to Vegas and fully dawns on her only once they're in his car. For all her bluster about him being a “fucking psychopath” with “rape eyes,” she trusts him enough to sit near him as they watch the local news and share a joint. There's no way she would have been comfortable doing that the day before.

The idea of visibility and being seen is such a interesting current that runs through the movie. Ani's entire livelihood — her whole persona — is wrapped up in being seen, but only in the most superficial way. Even to Ivan, she's an ornament, an accessory, something that literally drapes off of him as they party or as he plays video games. Igor, on the other hand, does his best to be completely invisible, not just in his nondescript clothes, but by his silence, the way he backs up and blends in, his habit of shielding himself underneath his hoodie. It's not until the very end, in the final minute of the movie, that both of them are really seen — and not coincidentally, by each other.

[youthinluv]

i know you

I'll quiet down if it's what you want I understand I'm not the only one For you I'm here regardless of the pain Don't ever tell me to go away From you

sypnosis ; following his childhood bestsfriend's heartbreak, he decides to take the risk and come clean to her. [bonus chapter of this oneshot]

pairing ; gyuvin x fem! reader

wc ; 2,395

genre ; angst, non-idol! & highschool! au

tags + warnings ; swearing, unrequited love, one-sided pining, hurt no comfort, mixed signals, love triangle (kinda), zb1 members featured, mainly in gyuvin's pov, gyuvin's jealous and insecure and probably maybe has an inferiority complex

playlist ; i know you - faye webster, she likes another boy - oscar lang,

author's note ; RAHHHH even more angst and love triangle !!! i kinda hate how this turned out tho LMAOOO

the story's title and how it's integrated into the plot is actually more subtle than i'd like but i really wanted to push through w the ideas i had i mind w/o changing the title even tho it came out mess in the end saur don't mind that pls tysm

———

Gyuvin has hated Ricky on three occasions.

Or that’s what he likes to think, at least. They were the only times he acknowledged those harsh feelings anyways.

It wasn’t a feeling that lingered anyways, he didn’t actually hate him, of course. If anything, they were on good terms. It’s one of those times where you feel hate towards someone in the spur of the moment because of a situation.

The first time was when he was alone in his dark room, the dim light coming from his PC screen illuminated his face as he watched himself die in game for the nth time again, resulting in their team’s loss.

He sighs, unable to focus on the game he was playing with Gunwook and Hanbin. Glancing at the time, he noticed that it was getting rather late and you haven’t sent him a message yet.

“Hey man, you okay?” Gunwook’s voice broke him from his train of thoughts as he realized he was zoning out, and that his friends had actually been trying to get his attention for the past few minutes now. “You’re acting differently today, is something wrong?” Hanbin adds.

“Yeah, just tired. And a little distracted, but I just don’t think I'm in my best condition right now.” he runs his hands over his face. Gunwook tells his friends that he’ll be leaving to do homework, and Gyuvin doesn’t miss the chance to call him a nerd. As he leaves the call, Hanbin takes this opportunity to talk to him with no filter.

“It’s about Ricky and Y/N, isn't it?”

“Was it that obvious?”

“If they knew the whole story, yeah.”

The call falls into silence as Gyuvin stares blankly at his PC screen. As he opens his mouth to say something, his phone suddenly rings.

After seeing the caller ID, he tells Hanbin he’ll be muting to answer a call and rushes to answer his phone.

“Y/N, hey! How’d the whole thing go? Did you profess your undying love for him yet? Did you two kiss? C’monn tell me!”

Gyuvin teases, trying to make sure it didn’t seem like he wasn’t about to die of worry over you earlier.

“Girl, shut up! I just got home, it went pretty well, but that’s not why I called. I actually wanted to ask you something.” you shush him.

Gyuvin gulps. “Uh– yeah, shoot.”

You seem to hesitate, and shifting could be heard from the other side of the line.

“Um, so Ricky told me that he, along with your entire friend group, thought we were dating? And he mentioned that you’d act weird whenever they’d try to talk to you about me.”

Gyuvin goes silent, and you take this as an opportunity to elaborate and ask him more questions.

“Are you… embarrassed of me? I’m not mad, don’t worry! If anything it’s kind of understandable so—”

“No, no!” Gyuvin sputters. “That’s not it, I swear. I just don’t want them annoying you if they actually knew who you were. The last thing I’d want is them making you uncomfortable.”

“...Oh. Uh, yeah, that makes sense. Sorry, I’m a little tired so I’ll go now. I’ll see you and let you in on what happened.” you nod, giggling at the last part which somewhat put Gyuvin at ease. The call ends and he could’ve sworn he almost collapsed back in his seat.

“Everything alright?” Hanbin asks as soon as he heard that Gyuvin turned his mic back on.

“Fucking Ricky!” Gyuvin couldn’t help but curse, frustration and rage slowly seeping in. “He told her some stuff about how I act whenever she gets brought up in the group and she thought I was embarrassed of her. She could’ve snuffed me out if she didn’t think that! Who does he think he is, causing misunderstandings like that?”

“Okay, okay, calm down. You and I both know he doesn’t think before speaking sometimes, he probably blurted it out without thinking about the consequences…” Hanbin tries to calm him down.

Gyuvin starts to be thankful that he came to Hanbin with this problem as he always relied on the elder, always having seen him like an older brother. 

Hanbin understands that this was much deeper than Y/N finding out about Gyuvin’s feelings.

It was about how he was always jealous of Ricky for having the things he wanted.

It was about how Ricky was so much more likable compared to him.

It was about how Ricky, in short, was perfect.

And it was especially about how Ricky was blind to not notice the girl pining over him. The same girl Gyuvin has been longing for the same way she does for Ricky.

The worst part was that it’s not his fault, and Gyuvin knew that well. 

Ricky had no control over those kinds of situations, he was just lucky enough to be born into a life where everything seemed to go his way. Even if it wasn't on purpose.

And Gyuvin knew that better than anyone else.

———

The second time was more of a buildup, in comparison to the first which was a burst.

But at the same time, he wouldn’t really consider it hate. Disdain felt more appropriate to describe it.

It started when Ricky and Y/N started to get closer, making them spend more time together, and less time individually with him.

It progressed even more the day that Gyuvin and Y/N spotted Ricky and Alexa together. 

While his best friend’s expression was unreadable, he could see that she felt uncomfortable and pained.

Why couldn’t he see that you liked him?

Over two weeks passed and Gyuvin found himself back in his room with you once again. 

“God knows what I should do! I feel like it’s too late for me to go back on what I’ve done since I’ve been ignoring them for days now and it’s a little embarrassing to talk to them out of nowhere.” you finish, taking a breath after the long rant you went on.

“Maybe it’s better for you to talk to Ricky and Ricky only. This way you can communicate, tell him everything and probably even confess to him. At the rate everything’s going, it’s now or never.” Gyuvin tells you, putting down his controller and watching you throw yourself on his bed face down.

After a brief silence, you mutter a muffled “Yeah, maybe you’re right.”

Getting up and grabbing your phone, Gyuvin sits next to you and watches you look for Ricky’s contact.

“hey. it's been a while. is everything alright? you’ve been avoiding and ignoring me all of a sudden. please let me know if i did anything to offend you and i hope we can talk again soon. i’m sorry.” it read.

He looks at you, seeing how you’re typing and deleting your message back and forth, you were finally able to send him a message.

“hi. I’m so sorry for everything that’s happened. are you free tomorrow? i was hoping to talk to you. does the nearby park sound good if ever?”

It took less than a minute for Ricky to respond, taking the best friends by surprise.

“oh my god, you responded. and ofc, it’s all good with me, i’m free tomorrow. i’ll see you then.”

You stared at your phone, rereading the short convo you two had. Getting up, you look over to Gyuvin to tell him you’ve made up your mind. 

“I’m confessing to him tomorrow.”

“Seriously?” He was completely surprised at this.

Fuck.  

“I mean– go for it! I can’t believe you finally have the guts to tell him.” he stutters out in hopes that the twinge of disapproval in his tone wasn’t obvious.

“Yeah. You were right about the now or never thing. I’m gonna tell him no matter what happens. The sooner I do it, the sooner I’ll get over it. It’s much better that way.”

You sigh and grab your bag. “I’m going home. It’s getting late.” “You want me to walk you home?” Gyuvin purses his lips

“Nah. I kinda need some alone time right now. Y’know, to figure out what to do and say tomorrow.”

“Oh okay, get home safe.”

You exchange goodbyes, and leave Gyuvin’s house. 

As he watches you leave, the boy is left behind alone with negative and conflicted feelings to your plans.

He plops down on his bed, slightly tearing up as he sends Hanbin a message.

Gyuvin: 

> it’s over for me

Hanbin:

> ?

>What happened?

> Do you want me to call or come over?

Gyuvin:

> eh

> she’s gonna confess to ricky tomorrow lmao

Hanbin:

>What? Really??

He tosses his phone to the side, ignoring the pings that followed.

Sighing, Gyuvin’s vision blurs as he contemplates everything that happened so far.

Would it have been better for him if you didn’t get close? Or meet at all?

Why couldn’t everything stay the same? 

Gyuvin pauses. Why was he even thinking like this? Shouldn’t he be happy you’ve finally gathered the courage after all these years? And then it hit him.

Ah. It’s because he’s scared that you actually have a chance with him. 

It’s the fact that despite everything that’s happened, there’s still a slight chance that Ricky can reciprocate your feelings. 

“I hate you so much.” Gyuvin whispers, unsure who he’s directing it to. Was it for you, Ricky or himself? Maybe it was all three.

Maybe he hated how you still tried to pursue Ricky even despite how things turned out. 

Hated how blind Ricky was for not seeing how he had someone who’d drop everything for him. 

Hated himself for being so frustrated and selfish. For how he felt about… all this.

Gyuvin eventually drifts off to sleep, dreading how tomorrow would turn out for all three of you.

———

Third time was when Ricky rejected you.

Initially, Gyuvin had mixed feelings. He thought about how this meant he still had a chance with you, before quickly shutting off the idea, feeling bad that he thought selfishly while you were still devastated.

He wouldn’t dare take advantage of your emotional state, right? Right?

Well….

A few days after you confessed, you actively avoided both Ricky and Alexa once again, especially seeing how often they’ve been together ever since. Gyuvin never missed the expression you bore every time you caught a glimpse of them, and one day, he decided he had enough of your state.

In the middle of lunch period, he grabs your arm and pulls you back as you were on your way to the cafeteria. “Hey,” he whispered. “Let’s skip the rest of school.”

You look at him with wide eyes before he leads you close to the exit, careful that no faculty member catches you. 

Once the coast was clear, he swiftly and quietly went through the exit, pulling you behind and now holding your hand while trying to keep it cool.

The both of you walked aimlessly afterwards, going to wherever your feet took you.

One free lunch later, you two spent the afternoon goofing off and exploring the city as much as you wanted. Then, the evening came and you found yourself enjoying the local fair with Gyuvin, before deciding you two were tired and walked home.

“Shit, I haven’t done that much walking in— well, at all, I think.” you sigh and Gyuvin laughs behind you, breaking the silence in the quiet, chilly night.

“Hey, thanks for today. Seriously. I haven’t had that much fun in a long time, so thank you.”

You turn to him and smile as you arrive in front of your house.

“Anytime. I kinda got sick of you moping around, so I figured you needed this, y’know?”

Silence hung between the two of you and you become unsure of what else to say.

As you turn to leave, Gyuvin calls out your name.

“Y/N. Can… Can I tell you something?” he hesitates, and you tilt your head.

He was unsure what possessed him to do this. He didn’t know if it was a spur of the moment thing, or because he felt that you two were still high on emotions, but everything he’d been keeping from you for years came out in seconds.

“I like you. I always have. And I have for years. I know now’s not the best time to tell you this, but after seeing everything you went through for Ricky, I genuinely couldn’t take it anymore. I hated how you were doing everything for him when I knew I could treat you better, but I didn’t want to ruin the years of friendship we had together. I’m so sorry.” 

Gyuvin confessed, the reality of the situation quickly hitting him as he watched your face morph into different expressions.

You were stunned, to say the least, and then you remembered what Ricky told you when you first hung out. And then all the signs you didn’t even notice before came swarming to you and everything made sense. In the end, you didn’t know how to feel.

“I’m– I’m so sorry Gyuvin.” you sputtered out, and you can see how his heart broke through his eyes. “I didn’t realize, I’m so stupid. I feel like an asshole now, I should’ve considered how you felt especially when I talked about—”

“It’s fine. Really. I knew I didn’t stand a chance with him anyways, so I kept quiet. I didn’t want to ruin the years we had together instead.” Gyuvin smiles sadly, as tears shone his eyes.

“Um, I should go. I didn’t mean to keep you this long, I’m sorry.” He turns and starts to walk away.

“Wait!” you call for him, but fall silent after seeing him turn.

“Hey, it’s fine, really. I didn’t expect much anyways. You know how you told Ricky it wasn’t his fault? It’s not yours, either. I understand I'm not the only one for you. So please, don’t beat yourself up over it. I might stay out for a while though, I need some time and space. But always remember that I’m here regardless of the pain, so don’t tell me to go away from you.”

Gyuvin takes a big breath to compose himself, before bidding his goodbyes. “I’ll see you around, yeah?” You couldn’t do anything else but nod and watch as he walks away, disappearing into the night and leaving you alone once again.

[ranchthoughts]

an impassioned defense of the Bad Buddy episode 5 rooftop kiss

aka, last minute propaganda for the @bl-bracket best kiss competition.

Firstly, a literature review:

@kenmakaashi writes about the imbalance we usually see in long-term pining stories that is not present in this kiss (and how that relates to Bad Buddy’s overarching dismantling of imbalances).

@lurkingshan writes about episode 5 of Bad Buddy as a whole, as Pat realizes and re-contextualizes his relationship with Pran, and how the kiss catalyzes the rest of the series.

@miscellar and @aikinn write about the emotions Pat and Pran bring into the kiss, and how important the stubbornness of both characters is to their journey.

@telomeke-bbs breaks down the moment between the two kisses here, writing about how this represents Pran’s head vs. heart, and how he cedes to his wants, if only for a moment.

@neuroticbookworm writes about how the kiss perfectly encapsulates the emotions and experiences of Pat and Pran, and its greater resonance to Asian and queer Asian communities.

And now to add my two-cents worth:

There are a lot of dichotomies, opposites, tensions in Bad Buddy, and this episode rooftop kiss perfectly encapsulates all of them, while looking forward to the eventual resolution of these tensions through the rest of the show.

Firstly, the opposing trajectories of Pran and Pat's journeys to (queer) self-realization: Pran, who knows he is gay and has known about his feelings for Pat since at least high school; and Pat, who is just realizing he is queer and that he is into Pran and has been for some time.

The first few episodes of Bad Buddy show us more of Pran's story: we learn about his crush on Pat, we see how Pat’s casual compliments and downright flirtatious behaviour affected him, we watch him silently cry after Pat says he has a crush on Ink and then outlines all the reasons someone (Pran) should like him. Pran has been keeping his love for Pat, like a lot of his emotions, repressed and hidden for a long time now (see these posts by @lurkingshan (here) and @telomeke-bbs (here and here) for more on Pran's personality and emotional guarded-ness).

Episode 5 switches it up: now we get a closer look at Pat. As @lurkingshan wrote, episode 5 is about Pat realizing things – that Ink doesn’t like him; that, going by Pa’s Patented Four Ways to Tell if Someone Likes You, he probably likes Pran; that he is indeed jealous of Wai which confirms he likes Pran as not-a-friend. (see @grapejuicegay’s amazing post for why it took Pat so long to work out how he was feeling here).

In episode 5, we watch their two arcs collide: Pran continues to repress and not act on his feelings, while getting increasingly frustrated at the liberties Pat seems to take with them (Pran performing the song they wrote together in high school, and Pat being mad about that); while Pat has speed-run his realizations and is now full to bursting. In all the ways Pran is quiet and hidden, Pat is open and loud. Once Pat realizes he is in love with Pran, he can barely hide it. He comes close to spilling it in the scene where Pat fights with Pran and Wai outside the dorm (amazing meta on that scene by @shortpplfedup and @functionalasfuck here and here), and he lets it free up on the rooftop at the end of the episode, outlining their past history and what Pran means to him and confessing he doesn't want to be friends. Pran says "You have got to stop doing this to me" (Pat makes it so hard to stop loving him, to keep those feelings repressed and hidden), and Pat finishes his queer realization arc by kissing the boy he loves. Even the way the first kiss happens emulates their respective arcs and personalities: they get close to one another, in each other's space but not making a move, and then Pat is the first to break the tension and go in for the kiss. The hidden and the open collide.

We see this conflict, this tension between hidden and open, play out again in episode 8, when Pat keeps posting things on Instagram and toeing the line of secrecy and him and Pran fight about it, or in episode 9 where Pran indulges Pat and stages the public confession and claiming on the stairs (meta about that scene by @kenmakaashi here). These moments also exemplify the care and understanding Pat and Pran have for one another: Pat is willing to hide things and pretend to break up with Pran (firstly to get Wai to talk to him again and then at the end of episode 11 so they can hide from their families) to make Pran happier and more comfortable, and Pran is willing to be more open (allow Pat to post on Instagram, stage the claiming scene on the stairs, etc.) to make Pat happier and more comfortable - it's all about compromise, the middle ground. In the end, also Bad Buddy ends up somewhere in the middle between open and hidden: Pat and Pran are open about their feelings for each other and are happily in love, but they remain hidden from their family and friends, unable to be fully open.

Secondly, this kiss exemplifies the genre tensions inherent in Bad Buddy, between BL romcom and romantic tragedy. Over the course of the series, we the audience are not sure which genre, and specifically which genre-typical ending, Bad Buddy will follow. See my posts (here and here) and @chickenstrangers (here) on genre and tragedies and Bad Buddy.

Pat, over the course of episode 5, has realized he is in a romantic story. His interactions with Pran slide into context: those were tropes of the kind we see in romantic series (looming over someone, forced proximity, etc.). @chickenstrangers talked about this here: to Pat, this kiss is the classic confession kiss in a romcom or BL. After that type of kiss, the characters get together, the series will soon end happily (or there may be some episode 11 shenanigans before they ultimately reach a happy ending). Pat keeps the kiss meaningful and emotion-filled but short and sweet; to him, this will be the first kiss of many.

But to Pran, this is a different genre of story. Pran has known he is in a romantic narrative from the beginning (he’s had a crush on Pat since high school, if not before), but he doesn’t think this is a romcom. Pran looks at their family situation and recognizes another type of story: star-crossed lovers tragedies like Romeo & Juliet and Kwan & Riam. Pran says it himself, every time they are together, bad things happen (like Pran getting transferred). To Pran, this rooftop kiss is their last kiss, could only ever be their last kiss. Because of that, he can’t help but to lean into it, go in for a second kiss, to make it count. In this edit by @movementsofmylife they liken it to pre-nostalgia (“knowing you’re going to miss a moment once it’s gone and it makes you sad and desperate to hold onto or recreate it even when you’re still in that moment”). Pran thinks this is the closest he will ever get to having Pat and being happy because to him, the tragic ending to their story is inevitable.

In this kiss, the two genres Bad Buddy flirts with (BL and romantic tragedies – which will it emulate in the end?) come to a head. And it seems by the end of this rooftop scene that "romantic tragedy" might be the winning genre of the series: Pran walks away in tears, leaving Pat behind. For a moment, Pat was so caught up in the euphoria of being able to confess to Pran and having Pran reciprocate back that he forgot they live in a world with their parents, but Pran's tears, his leaving, and his avoidance of Pat through the next episode bring the barriers to their relationship back into focus. But there’s hope in this kiss too: Pran reciprocated. He’s spent half a lifetime repressing his feelings for Pat, he’s so good at denying his feelings… but we’ve seen how Pat is starting to wear on him. Despite it all, Pran can’t fall out of love with Pat, and despite it all, he can’t resist going in for another, deeper kiss. He might be able to walk away at the end of it, but we've seen the effect Pat has on him. Pat’s unrelenting good nature, the way he helps Pran at every turn (even when they are supposed to be enemies), and his sheer stubbornness and determination have gotten to Pran, and might give them a different ending after all.

In the end, Bad Buddy does end up somewhere between a BL romantic comedy and a tragedy: Pat and Pran are still together, but are trapped in a glass closet, still hiding from their family and most of their friends. It’s not a purely happy ending, it’s not a solely tragic ending, it’s somewhere in between, somewhere more realistic (there are a lot of queer people living in similar glass closets). Just like the rooftop kiss(es), Bad Buddy has something sweet, something hopeful, something joyful, meeting some melancholic, something fearful, and something hidden.

Finally, in the rooftop kiss scene Pat wears a shirt that says Baseball Mom, which is objectively hilarious but also deeply meaningful, and if that isn't the Bad Buddy Brand™ I don't know what is. See metas on Pat's Baseball Mom shirt by myself (here), and on Pat's shirts as a whole by @chickenstrangers (here), @thegayneurodivergentagenda (here), @respectthepetty (here), and @dribs-and-drabbles (here and here).

Bad Buddy is a funny show, but it doesn't hesitate to explore deeply emotional parts of the human (and especially queer) condition: intergenerational trauma (meta by @waitmyturtles), glass closets and homophobia (through a tale of feuding families), and more.

The episode 5 rooftop kiss scene brings together all the threads of Bad Buddy: the central characters, their personalities, and their history together; the external forces that threaten their love (their families' feud, their faculties' feud); the show's intertextual references to other narratives and genres (Romeo & Juliet/Kwan & Riam, BL, etc.); among others. I've focused here specifically on three opposing tensions in Bad Buddy (hidden vs open, romcom vs tragedy, and humour vs. emotional/allegorical meaning), and how this kiss scene shows them all as the opposing forces they are while hinting towards their future resolution, which is neither one nor the other but rather somewhere in the middle.

And really, Bad Buddy overall is a show that refuses to do one or the other (the way it both subverts BL tropes and is a BL, or its handling of seme vs. uke, come to mind), instead finding a more realistic middle ground where real nuance and meaning lie.

vote for Bad Buddy in the Best Kiss poll!

[kanmom51]

JK live 27 July 2023 0:00 KST

cr./To the creators of the content used in this post.

So, this one was a pre-scheduled one. Hence the AI translation during the live itself.

As such, JK had to start at the time scheduled, and because the timing wasn't up to him, the man came to us sooooooo tired, telling us how he fell asleep and found it hard to wake up to his alarm.

But that tired feeling it kind of lingered almost throughout the whole live. He does tell us he lacks energy and I truly wonder how he managed to pull through those 2 and half hours.

And I must admit it, this live was a hard one for me to get through too. His low energy was something that effected me as well. I think it might show in this post, lol.

Not too much happened in the live. We did get a few moments worth mentioning though and a lovely lovely ending to the live as well (well a point from which JK decided it's time to end the live).

JK is wearing his bro's new line, shorts and sweatshirt.

He also has the lights dimmed and purple. He explains about the new light bulbs he has and shows them. Then tells us that the reason he has it so dark is because he woke up, saw himself and:

Like looking tired or even worse (his post workout look, lol) ever stopped him from showing himself. He adds that he's bloated (not sure that it's in the same context, but still).

Made me wonder.

The losing weight thing - ugh, it literally drives me nuts. But it's so engraved in them at this point...

Of course JK thanks army for #1 billboards.

Tells us about him going to perform on Inkigayo. Sorry, old news by now, lol.

One thing he does explain is why he's only doing Inkigayo, and that's because that was the only show his upcoming schedule could allow him to do. Meaning, man has a packed schedule coming up, probably including preparations for that second single we were told about in Suchwita.

JK said that at first he wanted to do it live, just get up on stage and perform, but

He says that and he giggles.

I wonder if he's talking about his very elaborate stage set up. You know, the one that celebrates his time in NY with JM.

Our neuro divergent prince gets caught up in the table pattern, more so the texture (that is such an ADHD thing to do). The question I beg to ask is just how often does he actually use that table not to have noticed it by now? Seeing he's supposedly been living there since April 2022 more or less. I ask this especially as towards the end of the live he once again tries to clean the table and is thoroughly surprised that's the actual table pattern.

He was asked if he's going to go back to Jung soon - not really nice and not something that JK liked in the past. JK said no. That he's actually going to cut his hair a little more.

"Did I listen to V's album yet?"..."Did V's news go up yet?" Ahm... ok, so there is news coming (when it lands let's all act surprised).

JK says he heard a couple of V's songs. He's good. They're good. That's it.

Did someone actually ask him if he wants to eat ramen? Him just answering literally, lol. But there is no way under the sun that comment was an innocent one. Yuck. And this won't be the last of the cringe worthy comments he gets during the live. He does mention how the comments are "the same" or "the same style". And we know exactly what he is talking about. I guess that even that line was crossed in the Inkigayo live.

Suchwita - enjoyed filming, well we saw that didn't we? Lol

But he tells us not to look forward to it too much because he didn't say much, mostly ate, lol. Not true JK. Not true.

JK talks about having to go exercise but then also about how there are days when you have zero energy. He felt like that, so he finished work and stayed home all day (Question is when did he finish work and what does he mean by all day. That's actually 2 questions, lol).

his knees hurt. I guess too much JM lifting can do that to you?

30 minutes in approx. he asks if he should play music. I kind of wonder how he made it this far without the distraction of the music, cause those first 30 minutes were kinda rough (as in he's so tired and a little lackluster and pulling through not without difficulty).

And then JK goes on to say that he doesn't know if it's because he's been working and being busy

but

He actually says he liked resting but after going back to work, coming home from work, to an empty apartment may I add, is not great.

Ehm and maybe it's because once again he got used to having JM by his side and being alone at Brunnen is not something that he looks forward to or enjoys or wants or finds easy to do?

Asked if he will do the challenge with Mingyu. JK, ma man, you have no idea what you started with that challenge you did with Mingyu, lol. Well, obviously he did it...

JK asked in the comments if he's happy alone, answers he's not alone. I do believe he was talking about being with army. As simple as that.

JK is such a big goofball. "I'm Iron man"...

JK watches his performance on BBC 1. Does some of the dance moves but he seems a little muted. Like I said, most of this live just felt like it lacked energy.

He does say how he felt bad that day, and it could be him not loving the performance (he nods with his head a couple of times).

He does have a good laugh at the shirt he's wearing - abs showing through the shirt, lol.

Plays Let there be love .

Ok, so JK looks up JK Seven cover and then sees AI covers, doesn't really tell us too much other than that he has heard a few and some are cool, and if you pay for it it would probably be better quality (funny to hear an artist that an AI version of themselves is cool).

And then he goes AI Jimin, which obviously popped up on his screen. Because why would it if JM wasn't part of his search logarithm to start with, lol.

Funny thing is that he looks surprised. and it's funny cause he obviously heard himself and he tells us he heard Tae, but not JM?

Maybe he preferred not to...

Or, the JM just came out because he couldn't help himself, lol.

JK talks about the Seven dance practice that was uploaded. He tells us how it was originally filmed in the Hybe practice room but he personally didn't like it. So as soon as they got to America he had them film it again.

All while he was feeling bad and achy. All while apparently there was really nothing wrong with the original recording other than him not liking it personally.

So yes folks, if anyone had doubts if this specific parallel was intended...

Other than Letter, that is. Or as the translation says Dear.Army (cannot help but wonder if JK actually calls the song by that name).

Comment: Do a seven challenge with V.

JK: I don't think V would do it.

Short and precise and moving on.

Tae did go on stage and do what? 10 seconds? Lol. But yeah, JK was surprised by that one, lol.

Surprised he came. Surprised he got up on stage and joined him.

And once again we have the weird comments - sexy shower, let's eat ramen etc. Like boundaries are non existent to these people. Yuck.

"I'm 18 today can I marry you?" JK: "I'm sorry". Like wtf dude. They should be sorry they wrote something so cringy and stupid.

Coincidence that right after that he's knocking his knuckles on the table for his JM out there for all to see?

Also, Jimin my love, JK answered the question. And it was NO! That should make you happy!!!

So, our millionaire tells us he doesn't game anymore now days and is trying to get rid of his computer. Ok, so first off, seriously? Selling it second hand? Could use the couple hundred dollars he'll get from it? Second off, is he not gaming at all or making do with what they have set up at JM's? Third, not playing at all, meaning not playing with Tae and his mates anymore?

Recommendations he says. "Watch funny BTS moments". JK: "I've already watched those..." Lol.

Question to you all:

Why does he always ask for permission to go to the loo? Lol.

What if he didn't get it?

He just couldn't stop doing the chicken voice, lol.

Clapped his mouth shut at one point too.

Dancing 7 and showing us love, lol.

At this point, we're over an hour and a half into the live and someone in the comments mentions the Love letter from army. He is really surprised by the song being released, goes looking for it and clearly hasn't seen or heard it yet.

He is moved by the song. So much so it brings him to tears. Our adorable loving JK that loves army so much it brings him to tears.

He says he's so moved, tears just flowing.

He once again mentions he hasn't seen the song before and thanks army for the song. crying a little more. and hears it again.

Second time round he is just enjoying the song, still in the feels, puffy eyes and all.

He says he knows JM saw it, explaining there is a review on the reaction (so he saw the reaction but not the song? or is the reaction up there in his recommended, cause dah, it's a JM clip and that's what dominates his search logarithm).

At this point JK talks about how he knows he is receiving love with that song. It's lovely to receive love, and that he'll memorize the song and sing it to us... waiting for it.

He really is all feely.

Continues: "to receive a song as a present from someone it's really...it's really...rare thing to get..... My heart is getting warm..."

Yes we know babe. It's rare and wonderful and you would know, wouldn't you, given this isn't the first song you have been gifted. By the love of your life.

He asks what to do. Again suggested to watch BTS funny moments, he rejects it.

Asked if he saw Barbie movie, answered not yet, but says he does want to see it.

Bam is doing well. He has to go see Bam.

Asked in the comments if he has seen the guitar JM got "I saw it I saw it".

Then JK is suggested to watch another few army songs and he does. He loves them and is moved by them and by the fact that army have created so many songs for them.

So happy, so moved...keeps singing borahae...

And then he goes and asks "should we hear JM's Dear.Army? and starts with his Jimin search, saying his name over and over again.

Knows the words by heart. Of course.

He was watching the live version. No lyrics there. It's all him.

And he is definitley in the feels.

Like deep in the feels, closing eyes little smile, looking at camera for us to see he's loving it.

And it's not about him singing, he's kind of whispering the lyrics. It's not about singing for us, it's all for himself.

And not a word about his part in the song. Nothing.

Ends with:

And still not mentioning his part in it.

Following that with repeating his JM chant - jm jaman jm jaman from the beginning, lol.

But he continues to sing the song. and then it's time to sleep.

like literally minutes earlier he said he's not tired. And now he asking if he should go to sleep. And it's time to go to sleep and does a little adlib with Letter, lol.

Oh, and "how would it sound if we sing JM letter in Kim Jang hoon's version?" the chicken version that is, lol.

But he doesn't go there.

He ends it all then and there.

I thought he wasn't tired.

Perhaps thought he could get on his bike and go to a certain someone that he just heard sing him a song forever...

Cause yep, man was in the feels.

Yeah, this one was tame and mostly uneventful. But we got him answering no to a marriage proposal (assuming that made his life partner very happy) and we got him watching JM sing letter and joining in, even though it wasn't for us. Oh no. That whole part was solely for himself. And once it was over he caught himself and bid us goodnight.

So all and all not one of his wild ones. I mean, JK gave us a run for our money only a day later with his flirt fest with JM while lying half naked in bed. And a couple later we had the savagery of JK after his Inkigayo pre-recording.

But we got this - his JM smile.

And what else do we need?

[abiiors]

Wired Autocomplete

Matty Healy Drabble (fem! reader)

A/N: Definitely did not procrastinate by watching a shit tonne of these interviews in the name of “research”

There’s the use of Y/n a lot of times. Sorry, it’s based on the wired interview. I can’t really find a way around using it.

This is based on an ask! (My requests are open)

‘Does Matty Healy…write his songs?’ That’s how the interview starts. 

‘Yes he does,’ you both say in response at the same time. 

‘He leaves his moleskins lying around all the time,’ you add on. Then you give him a theatrical side-eye, ‘drives me crazy, really.’

‘What?! You love peeking at my unfinished lyrics!’

You laugh and pick up your board again. 

‘Does Y/N Y/LN…have a boyfriend?’

You both look at each other and then look straight into the camera. It’s freaky how you share one braincell sometimes because what comes out of both of your mouths is a single, deadpanned ‘No’

‘We’re best friends really,’ he continues, in all his mock seriousness.

‘Roommates even,’ you add. 

It’s all in good fun, however. Your relationship is not exactly private, has never been very private. You both love to show each other off whenever you get the chance. Still, some people really do live under the rock…

‘Has Matty Healy…acted?’

His eyes go wide as he quickly says no. A bit too quick… Meanwhile, you make wild gestures at the camera, stage whisper “Waterloo Road” until he puts a hand over your mouth and both of you end up giggling like idiots. 

There are a few more questions after that about his music. Then there are a few more about your career and your life outside of the spotlight. It’s instantly noticeable to you how seriously he answers questions about his music. That’s definitely one of his most endearing qualities. Soon, that section is over and he picks up the next board. 

‘Up first,’ he announces and you do a small drumroll with your finger. ‘Is Matty Healy…gay?’

‘Aren’t we all,’ he replies. The crew laugh at that but of course, you knew that’s how he was going to answer that question. 

‘Is Y/N Y/L/N,’ you rip off the tape with a flourish, ‘...a singer?’

‘Uh…’

‘You should hear her in the shower, mate,’ he says with all seriousness, ‘the voice of an angel.’ The hint of teasing in his voice makes you whack him on the back of his head with the board. He laughs a bit, pretends to be seriously hurt but then he picks up his board again. 

‘Is Matty Healy…married…’ he trails off once the tape is off. 

Your eyes widen momentarily and his go to your hand, specifically to your ring finger. There’s a blind moment of panic when you think you’ve left the damning evidence on. 

‘No,’ he tries not to swallow audibly, ‘Matty Healy is not married.’

It’s not a lie…not exactly. 

But he’s about to be. 

The blinding diamond ring safely tucked in your purse is proof of that. 

He quickly moves on to the next question (Is Matty Healy an Aries? Yes he is, he even makes a face while he confirms that). The rising blush up his neck has not escaped your attention, however. 

You both know no amount of editing will stop the fans from reading into that look you just shared. 

***

Two weeks later, you get a notification from Youtube while you’re laying in bed.

“Matty Healy and Y/N Y/L/N Answer the Web’s Most Searched Questions / WIRED”

The comments are almost instantaneous. There are fans who think he’s hilarious. Then there are the people who think you two are adorable together and you make sure to like some of those comments from a personal account. 

That’s when you see it—

“Did anyone else notice the look at 9:56 👀”

It only has 3 replies right now. Not much traction but all 3 of them agree that there definitely was a look.

‘Look at this, love,’ you turn to him and make him take off his headphones. He lets out a proper chuckle once he sees the comment. 

‘Looks like the cats out of the bag, huh?’

It is and it isn’t. Who knows, maybe the comment will gain traction. It’s only been 9 minutes since the video came out. In the meantime, he grabs your hand and kisses it right above the ring. 

‘I don’t wanna take it off anymore,’ you say to him after a moment’s silence. 

He smiles at you—a genuine, dazzling smile—which ends in him giving you a lingering sweet kiss on your lips. 

‘So time to make it official?’ he whispers against your lips.

‘Nah,’ you laugh, ‘let the theories go wild for a bit!’

[spaghettinoodlesworld]

The English Love Deception Pt 4

“my second favourite thing to do”

Part1 - Part2 - Part 3

Jude Bellingham X Reader ft Trent Alexander Arnold

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: swearing, sexual tension, reader slaying

Noodles: not the best but at least it’s an update*wink*

now give me your notes ;)

Last night was a mess or actually last night made you a mess. You rarely lose your cool and yesterday was definitely one of those moments.

You try your best not to think much about what happened but then again you’re here sitting on the bleachers watching the English team practice even though the players are on vacation from their respective clubs but you guessed that’s their idea of having fun and enjoying each other’s company.

Jude told you that you need to subtly start acting as his girlfriend so yesterday he invited you to watch him practice with him teammates as if the little stunt he pulled last night wasn’t subtle enough.

You were really enjoying watching them that you didn’t feel the time pass but a certain bitch decided to show up and ruined the day for you.

“Oh y/nnn what are you doing here?” You hate how she stretches your name like that.

“Hannah, I came to watch the boys practice I’m guessing you came for the same reason.”

“I always come here when trent is practicing with the boys.” you’ve concluded that Hannah’s personality= Trent by now.

“Oh I see,” you tried to finish the convo and hoped and prayed really prayed that she keeps her little mouth shut.

“so what’s up with you and jude.”

“What do you mean I don’t understand.”

“C’mon it’s extremely obvious. Stop faking it”

Okay that’s when you started sweating I mean you didn’t even start the act apart from that tiny moment from last night and here she is claiming that you’re faking? Faking what exactly you didn’t understand

“faking what Hannah don’t be ridiculous”

“it’s either you’re dating him or something is going on between you guys. You guys were extremely too comfy with each other if you weren’t dating that would be fucking weird given the fact that both of you people are seeing other people,” she quickly shot at you.

“Okay okay calm down yes Judy and I are seeing each other for a while now actually,” okay now you felt dumb you wanted to give him a nickname to prove that you’re not lying but you ended up with Judy?? Making you look stupid.

“you do know he hates it when people calls him that?” Okay now she’s acting as the know-him-more gf. You hate the fact that she didn’t directly tell you that she’s his ex and that she’s just merely implying it so you do the same.

“That’s not what he says to me every night though.”

As much as you wanted to give this bitch more because yes she deserves it, your attention was drawn back to the field by a whistle.

you didn’t see what happened because Hannah was busy eating your ear with her idle talk, but all you’ve noticed is that both Jude and Trent are on the ground and it seems that their knees got injured or something.

“OMG TRENT ARE YOU OKAY?” Hannah’s loud voice woke you from your daydreaming and went running to him.

“Well I need to do something right?right?” You said to yourself as you went down to Jude to check up on him.

You ran to him to add the dramatic effect but ended up tripping in front of him with your knee now hurting too.

“We should make a club for people with injured knees,” you mumbled to yourself clutching your knee.

“y/n here get up,” you heard Jude telling you giving you a hand.

“God this is embarrassing I came to check up on you and you end up checking on me,” you said taking his hand.

“I’ll go take a shower and I’ll be back wait for me,” Jude said before heading to the locker rooms limping a bit.

After a few minutes you decided to get some salve you found in the medical kit and went to the locker room, entering without knocking as if it was your bedroom.

Only to find Jude shirtless drying his wet hair.

“Oh you came to check up on me? How sweet of you.”

“How about you put a shirt on?”

“oh? Cause by the way you’re eating me up with your eyes I thought you liked me like that.”

“yea I knew it, coming here was a bad idea I should’ve left your wound get infected at the end of the day why do I care?”

“Mhm tell me more about the ‘why do I care part’”

“yea I just said I don’t care Jude suit yourself”

“and what if I said I wanted you to care?”

“that’ll be stupid”

“not gonna lie keeping you on your toes is slowly becoming my second most favourite thing to do these days.”

“well fucking congratulations Jude cause you do that effortlessly now bend your knees and stop talking this is going to hurt.” You said as you asked him to put bend knee stepping on the bench for support.

“I extremely thank you for your hones- oh fucking hell y/n you didn’t even give me a warning.”

“come on Judy don’t be such a baby you wanted me to give you a countdown boo,”

“Y/n you do know that your knee might be scratched too. Let me see what faces you’ll make when I apply that on your boo-boo,” he said making fun of you,”and since I’m a good man I’ll be humble enough to help you.”

“yes but we don’t know if I am scratched yet Im wearing jeans”

“One way to find out then,” he said slowly you don’t understand this man and from literally the two days you’ve known him you’ve grown to know that you need to expect the unexpected when it comes to him.

“What do you-“ you were interrupted by a sharp pain in your knee because Jude touched your now surely scratched knee.

“Yes 100% scratched”

“You didn’t have to do THAT” you hissed at him.

“What and leave you like that when you so humbly suggested to help tend my wounds?I can’t let you win a point against me.”

“this is not a competition plus I’ve had it mind that I’ll check my knee at home.”

“I’m pretty sure we agreed it’s a competition last night remember? My dora the explorer tends to forget a lot do you want me to remind you?”

he said walking towards you as if he had a goal in mind and he should implement as soon as possible.

“I’m dying to have a decent conversation with you without being dragged somewhere or pushed to something” you said as soon as you felt the cold surface of the lockers through your shirt.

“I have zero idea what you’re talking about,” he said caging you very close that you can tell he uses Oral-B as a toothpaste,” you y/n say the weirdest things care to explain.”

You try your best to not breathe very hard you don’t want his chest to touch yours which was kinda hard given the current situation. You’re monitoring the distance between his bare chest and the front of your shirt forgetting the snarky reply that you prepared to smash him with.

“Anyone would call this a one-sided conversation but to me silence is an answer.”

“What do you want Jude?”

“I want peace and love around the world I wan-“

“What do you want from me Jude?”

“oh I just wanna make sure that my knee is working and that I can bend it again,” he said slowly bending his knee dangerously getting too close to your legs, “umm I think we have a problem here. It’s a dead end.” He whispered slowly as his bent knee taps at the line between your thighs.

“It won’t be a dead end if I left right now that my job is done.”

“Now that’s a bad doctor there, what good doctor will leave their patient with an injured knee without further inspection.”

“Jude I have been gone for a while now people will talk.”

“Let them talk I couldn’t care less what they say and I guess I have you given you a bit of a hint last night. But again you don’t really remember what happened right? I really need to remind you what happened last night y/n this is driving me crazy.” You really can’t keep up with what he’s saying but a part of you was excited with the idea that Trent now knows that you’re in a locker room with his friend doing god knows what.

“I’ll ask the question again,” you said trying to gain control over the situation you are in.

“I’m listening.”

“What do you want jude?”

“God you ask a lot of questions,” he said pushing his shoes between yours so now your legs are slightly open, “ don’t you look at that it’s not a dead end anymore. Now I guess I can really try to see if my knees are functioning.”

He said bending his knees flexing its muscles that they are touching the inside of your thighs. Close but not close enough.

“I guess you’re a very good doctor y/n my knees are actually perfectly fine.”

“Just because I let you do as you please doesn’t mean I can’t stop you Jude.” You said pushing his thighs away looking him straight in the eyes.

You raise your arm in front of you only for it to meet his toned stomach and him hissing at how cold your hand is.

“See you’re so much more fun to be around when you’re silent or actually silenced,” you corrected yourself pushing him hard causing him to sit at the bench behind him, “you’ve said I’m a good doctor but i can’t say the same to you cause you’re a bad patient,” You said looking at his dark expecting eyes,” and yes it was a one-sided conversation because I wanted it to be so,” you said as you’ve started to glide your cold little fingers at his visible clavicle going up to his neck imagining yourself stabbing him in his jugular vein only stopping when you felt him gulping,” I thought I needed to do more to get that reaction out of you. guess I don’t even have to sit on you to leave you breathless damn I underestimate myself sometimes.” You said laughing to yourself moving towards the door saying,

“If there is one lesson that you’ve learnt today Jude is that don’t play a dangerous game you can’t play unless you can deal with the consequences.”

[thatcheeseycandle]

//OKAY TO THOSE WHO ARE IN THE TTTE/TIDMOUTH SERVER, OR ANYONE WHO SEES THIS, YOU KNOW ITS TIME FOR A YIAU REACTION

TW SPOILERS FOR THE ENTIRETY OF CHP. 37 AND SOME BITS OF A GOLDEN SOUL

(Notes on my last post will be at the end)

OHFMSJAHAJAKSHDHSJAJSHD ITS HERE YEAHAHAHAHHDHD ITS HERE FRESH OUT OF THE OVEN

Oh OH THEYRE THERE ALREADY THEYRE AT THE HOUSE, MANSION, WHATEVER IT WAS

Ah gosh RIGHT THE HYBRID THING. Thank God I did a refresh read before this chapter came out

GADWALL BEHAHAJDB HOLY GOSH

"She has to be okay. I can't just abandon her!" Oh you loyal man, considering she's not.. Yknow in there anymore, I'll be bracing myself for whatever emotions are to come to both Oscar and the readers BEGAJAKDJCB

"You're going to be a part of this family very soon, need I remind you" YEAAASSS THAT TOO! Still feels like a feverdream to now see that these two are engaged considering long ago they were a bit messy with their relationship (aka, A Golden Soul and perhaps many other series-es)

Wait a click GADWALL IS A SILVER SOUL????

Okay now that adds onto my theory of (most likely) all the revived constructs (aka people like Quicksilver) being silver souls, cause to think about it I think Gold dust would've been too limited (most likely) around the time they were actually revived

So then, silver souls were one of the few ways to get ehm back during said times, as to not risk wasting Gold dust

But then- It wouldnt make sense considering HENDRICK HAS VILES OF GOLD DUST but I suppose it could've been gained around recent years and not like by the minute he was revived

ANYWAYS CONTINUING THE CHAPTER! I'll be saving those theories for seperate posts I suppose

Sorry Oscar you just YOU GO WITH HIM TO TELL HER THAT, SHE REALLY REALLY NEEDS TO HEAR IT.

"I know. You always come back running to me, one way or another." Considering a lot, same goes to you Truro to Scot LMAOAIDH

Woag WOAH GADWALL

WHAT ON EARTH?? IS THIS IMPLYING THAT SILVER SOULS HAVE ABILITIES SIMILAR TO THAT OF A GOLDEN WARDEN OR IS GADWALL ONE?????

GOOD LORD-

Oop OOOOOOO WE'RE BACK TO MAYFLOWER AND (Actually) BLUE PETER

Lack of stamina, waif WAIF WAIT

I might post the note I saved this theory on onto my tumblr after this, but is this- IS THIS BLACK SMOKE

Okay now thats sortve an exaggeration considering lack of stamina can be a sympton of a lot of things, BUT ANYWHO CONTINUING ON

Oh yikes YIKES OKAY, INSISTENT, NOTING THAT DOWN

I love how 9F was used in that sentence, fits well!

Friends FIRUABAB OKAY WE GETTING INTO THE LITTLE PEEKS LETS GO

"He'd push everyone that might have given him a place to rest his wheels." Sorry I just I nearly exploded at that sentence, ITS SO AIHFJDUFH Its relatable in a way

CLASS 37 MENTION LETS GOOOO

Her name has a ring to it, lovely!

"We so rarely get larger engines visiting our small piece of paradise."

"Excuse me, I'm a larger engine!" mAYFLOWER BEHAHAJDBXNZ

CRACKED ME UP RIGHT THERE LMAO

(Insert words that describe me just going suddenly quiet reading Blue Peter's thoughts and basically whats happening between the three)

Now wasnt that lovely! Yknow yhe title card got me all tense when I read out Blue Peter's name when I started reading this bit LMAO CAUSE I THOUGHT SOMETHING WAS GONNA YKNOW YEAH HAPPEN

HOLYGO I NEARLY LOST MY OXYGEN, BITTERN MY GUY HAHAHAJAHDHXN

"You act like this is a common thing, Grey"

"That's because it is!" I am not getting over these two australians BEHSJDHDB THIS IS ONE OF THE MOMENTS THAT GET MY CURIOSITY ALL UP FOR FLASHBACK BITS TO PENDENNIS' PAST

shy SHYAHAHAJFB

I love how this bit of the convo is just:

"Well you didnt tell me!"

"How could we? We didnt even know shite about how it works for you!"

FIAYR DUDT

New nickname for Gold dust, Fairy dust

Grey that is one of the most poetic interesting things you've said HOLY GOD

Honestly I cant blame them, even if they knew, that sentence wouldve been magnificent either way

"I mean, who better to run a railway museum than an engine, right?" The way Olivia is technically half an engine (or is she?) and now theres this lad BEHAHAJAKDH

Wait GREY. LORE BIT LORE BIT- Okay I mean why am I surprised, SILVERFOX AND WHO I SUSPECT TO BE BLINK BONNY WORK ON THE BLUEBELL RAILWAY OF COURSE THERES CONSTRUCTS LIKE THAT

(For context, in aGS Godred says he met this person named "Bonny" alongside Silverfox when he was on the Bluebell, but thats from what I remember)

Aait WAIT HORATIO HE

IS THIS IMPLYING HE ALSO TAKES A SIMILAR ROLE????

Waut WUAJAJA OHMYGOD GOLDEN CIRCLE MENTION, GOLDEN CIRCLE MENTION FOLKS

WELL SAID HORATIO WELL SAID (I am speechless)

Oh God OH GOD

OKAY FINALLY THEY REALIZE THAT

WELL SAID EVERYONE.. WELL SAID (I am still speechless)

Oh so THATS WHY THEYRE CALLED WARDENS ITS OHMYGO IT MAKES SOME MORE SENSE NOW

Wait WAIT. HOLY SHIT

THE FUCK YOU MEAN THEY WERE THE ONES TO RUN IT????? THIS

IT MAKES SENSE NOW, WHY THOSE PRICKS HAD ACCESS TO BLACK-SMOKE RELATED THINGS LIKE YKNOW THE LITTLE CANISTER THAT CAUSED SCOT HIS NIGHTMARES AND THE VILE OF BLACK SMOKE

ITS A FUCKIN CORRUPT SYSTEM

Well damn I never expected that a corrupt government would pop up in YIAU, but then again YIAU is basically collecting every type of trauma so LMAOHDGHD

Oh wait he isnt blue in this timeline LMAO NEARLY FORGOT ITS STILL 2023 IN THIS

YoYOYOYOYOO A GNR SADDLE-TANK LETS GO

Yeah YEAAHH FIGHT OFF THOSE OLD HABITS LETS GO BLUE PETER

"It was what enamoured him to that King Class, his dearest Eurion" dare I say the term- BLUE PETER YOU BEHAJDHXB I SEE YOU

"He had always been good at hiding what ailed him. So why was he failing now?" WELL THAT SHOT DIRECTLY INTO MY HEART DIDNT IT

Ohmygo💥💥💥 This is why I love Mayflower, LOOK AT HER SHES JUST YEAH

SHES GOSSIPING WITH HER FRIENDS BEHAJDHDND

Cold and the pain. THE COL-

OHMYGOD OKAY YEAH THIS EXPLAINS THE TITLECARD, WELL I MEANT MAY EXPLAIN BUT YKNOW YEAH

Well I be damned, thats actually kind of true in a way. BUT I MEAN SHE IS TECHNICALLY DIRECTLY RELATED TO THEM AS A NIECE (referencing another chapter I unfortunately forgot the number to but I'll put it in the tags if I do remember it)

AH CRAP I GOTTA EAT DINNER FOR CRYING OUT LOUD- ILL COME BACK TO THIS DRAFT SOON

I AM BACK YEAH LETS GO

"After accepting Tornado he realised just how alone he was." Well THATS. THATS SOMETHING TO BE SHOT BY ON A FRIDAY EVENING

(Insert just a cacophony of "WHAT"s, "NO"s, "STOP NO"s, "LORD"s, and then silence just reading this bit)

"Don't ever feel sorry for being sick, this isn't the 50s or 60s anymore, you won't get scrapped just because you've got a rivet wrong." wHAT IS WITH THIS CHAPTER AND IT'S DEEP QUOTES

But still, wise words from Mayflower right there

Ohmygod. OHMYGOD. I JSUT

I PREDICTED IT AGAINMYGOSOAOOAOAO

THE BLACKSMOKE THE OHVYAJAOAOAOAIDB I THEORISED IT AND I WAS CORREFT

WELL SOMEWGAT CORRECT BUT I WAA CORRECT ABOUT HIM HAVING BLACKSMOKE OHMGYODOAOAKJZBXNX

OH NO ONONNOOBOOO NONO BLUE PETER HOLD ON TO YOURSELF

BE STRONG BE STRONG

NOOOOOOO BLUE PETER NO

(Future me here, I screamed my lungs out irl and my gosh I was not okay since I waa processing a lot of emotions LMAO)

Oh shet its Lode Star OKAY YEAH ITS MUSEUM TIME GUYS

OH ITS THIS BIT BEHAHAHAJXHX

Ay AY WATCH YOUR THOUGHTS ON DOTTI THERE

"He refused to admit it, but he had missed her too." YIEEEEE MALLARD ADMIT IT ALREADY

Woah WOAH KING GEORGE

OOOOOOOO DRAMA LETS GOOO

Wait. King Edward II WAIT. WAI TNOU

NONONONONOO WHAT NO THIS NO NONONONONO

MALLARD FOR FUCKS SAKE YOU JUST GOT BACK NOOOOOOOOO

(Future me here yet again reading over this review before I post it, I was in silence for a while processing this LMAO SO YEAH YKNOW THE EMOTIONS WERE DOING THEIR THING IN THIS CHAPTER)

ANYWHO. GOD THAT- THAT WAS HARD TO SWALLOW

Yet again another well delivered chapter by RedWryvernWrites aka Baku! The emotions were REALLY tugged on in this chapter, anxiety was the main emotion in this LMAO but I did also appreciate those little spills of lore in the mix!

Anywho, I'll see you lot in my next post then!

[my-name-is-bunnyfoxy]

For the TMNT Ships Ask Thing:

Caseynardo (Leo x Casey)

and/or

Aprilnardo/Leopril (Leo x April)

I love these 2 ships so much. I know they are kind of rarepairs (though, MM gave a lot of love to Leopril and there has been a lot more Leopril stuff. Which is great!), but I love them.

They are very dear to my heart. Personally.

Caseynardo 2012:

I've never heard of it until long time later

Now I'm just kicking my feet

YESSSSSSS

Silly goofball jock x serious and quiet nerd RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

SCREW LEORAI

TO MAKE THIS BETTER LEO IS PRETTY MUCH BI IN THE SERIES (He's stated to have a man crush on Captain Ryan)

THE WAY THEY LOOKED AT EACH OTHER IN THAT ONE EPISODE

I'm aware they were kind of trash talking big foot in a foot too big but they were STILL bonding!!!

Please read Breaking the Ice by @fabuloustrash05 . I stopped studying for a few minutes to just read it and I'm proud. Disclaimer don't ditch your studies to just read fanfics that is not my message.

Anyways the fnafic solified my love for the ship.

Opposites attract

I can also see them as two friends who act gay but actually aren't or maybe they are.

Or two guys who seem gay but~ (inset bisexuality)

It's amazing. A solid 10/10.

2012 Aprilnardo:

We sadly don't get too much content with them but like-

I remember I was kind of introduced to this ship because I followed one of my idols who shipped it and made fanart of it and it was on DA. This was back before it got deactivated my account.

I LOVE 'Eyes of the chimera' episode. They were basically supporting each other all the way.

Ngl the transfem Leo lovers made me love it even more because I love me some lesbians. TMNT is already filled with some lesbians so why not add more!

I love how April is always by Leo's side and we see how much she cares for him.

I love the idea that April used to be into Space Heroes and then Leo got her back into it.

(For those who headcannon as both autistic) they would so totally talk and rant about their hyperfixation.

I wish though they had more moments together.

They are legit underrated.

The ship will get 9/10 for me.

I'll include rise and the mutant mayhem version cause why not.

Rise Leo x Cassandra:

Meh not bad

It's okay at best

I do feel like they could have become very close friends if Cass left junior under Leo's care in the bad future.

They are both reckless and over energetic and yet still have a lot of insecurities and issues that they have to cover it up.

Not a bad idea I suppose.

I guess 4.5/10. I don't know. We didn't get much of them so I mean.

Rise Leo x Junior:

ABSOLUTELY NOT

DNI IF YOU SHIP THEM

LEO WAS LITERALLY A FATHER FIGURE TO CASEY

"But I'm shipping the teen version of Leo with junior not adult-" NO. IT DOESN'T MAKE IT ANY BETTER.

ALSO IMAGINE DATING YOUR FRIEND'S SON. THAT WOULD BE SO DAMN UNCOMFORTABLE.

AGAIN, LEAVE MY PAGE IF YOU SHIP THEM.

Negative 0/10. Get the f out.

Rise Leo x April:

I've seen and been bombared by a ton of art regarding this ship on YT.

Controversial opinion: It's cute.

They both have the same energy and another controversial opinion but, Leo has a way closer relationship with April then Donnie. I've kind of seen more scenes with them together then with her and Donnie.

Though just like last time I prefer her being an older sister figure to him that Leo looks up to.

They both care for each other and love each other no matter what.

April pretty much comforts the turtles about their insecurities so she would do the same with Leo.

Probably a 6/10 or something. Again, prefer them as siblings but don't hate it. I'll kind of indulge in it tbh-

Mutant Mayhem Leo x April:

Better then 2012 Donnie's lmao-

They do have sweet moments

It's sweet they went to prom together

Mah boi was simping real hard

I feel like they should have gotten more scenes

I do feel like maybe April and Leo won't really happen or be cannon though. I don't know man. I'll see how it goes in the Tales of TMNT that will happen in 2024.

I'm really hoping they don't make it into a toxic love triangle or make it creepy or toxic.

I'll take this ship anyway as one of the only few good Leo romances.

It took them after 1987 to finally give Leo a good love interest.

the way he looks at her AHHHHHHHHH

The fanart of them together is really cute and wholesome (that made me remember that I still had that art request from you just sitting in my files- I didn't draw it because I didn't see MM yet- I'll try and get to it at some point I swear-)

Hope we get more scenes of them together

I'm unsure where I sit with this ship just yet. Again I'll see how it goes in the show.

For now, 7/10. I feel like a bit too high but you know what, whatever. The ship is okay so far.

Now...

Is anyone interested in Caprilnardo~?

[showtoonzfan]

Oh god this is Salt-bug, I deleted my account cause I didn’t want anything to do with Vivziepop at all cause it’s been keeping me down but man I can’t help it when there’s a new Helluva…from what I’m hearing about it, I can tell Viv was the writer. Doesn’t sound as awful as Adam’s episodes but still bland, with out of place moments and fanfic drama that probs won’t be addressed til another year or two…I just have a few things I wanna say.

1. Bet that Stolas is gonna be all better the next time we see him with no physical injuries, bringing the status quo back immediately. Or if anything, he’ll just have an arm sling and acting the same woe is me horny rich man.

2. I have a feeling the texts about Ozzie’s was a last minute add-in just so critics and fans will shut up about it not being addressed in Seeing Stars, but it just made it worse cause it was blink and you’ll miss it but what did we expect from writers that think addressing plot points and details through Twitter or Patreon only Q&As will solve all their writing problems…

3. Why is MOXXIE the one stabbing and actively fighting those guys, wasn’t the point of M&M’s dynamic that Moxxie was ranged combat while Millie’s close range? I even complimented the parallel of Moxxie’s lack of scars and clothing tears and Millie’s abundance of them in their designs cause of that, if they wanna give Millie moments outside of being a badass assassin then make it in character. I can’t imagine how their character notes or lack there of read…

4. I didn’t think I’d hate Andrealphus as much I did before but he sounds too…no when it comes to Stella. Judging by fanart Viv liked of Andrealphus insulting Stella, she’s most likely to become the fifth character in this show with familial abuse, will she be humanized thanks to it? Doubt it cause she hates Viv’s golden child Stolas.

Hey Salt-Bug! Glad to here from you. Yeah, you’re pretty much right about the episode, it’s nowhere near as bad as the previous two, it’s clear that both Viv and Adam can’t write for shit, but I honestly have to admit that Adam is worse than Viv if you compare them. Adam’s episodes are the ones that piss me off, where as Vivzie’s are so underwhelming, feel like no effort was put into them, and more importantly feel empty, cause whenever Viv is the lead on an episode, I always feel like I sat through nothing, because most of her writing isn’t satisfying or leads to something big for how much she hypes her stuff up. Like…when I first saw Ozzie’s, I felt the same way I felt when I saw Western Energy, because shit barely happens. Western Energy’s core focus was Stolas being tortured for a bit, and everything else around it was pointless fluff and filler, and Ozzie’s core focus was the House of Asmodeous song, everything else also being pointless filler or fluff. Like..it’s so obvious that Viv comes up with core episode ideas, but has to find a way to write AROUND it and that’s where she’s not good at it.

I agree with your thoughts here, my prediction is that as much as I hate to say it, the Barbie episode will probably be next, with the show taking a break from Stolas and the drama, to go to Blitz. While Stolas is in the hospital, judging by the trailer it seems it’ll be a Moxxie focused episode, until he comes across across Barbie, and it turns into a Blitz episode I guess. I have the heavy feeling it’ll be exactly like Spring Broken where Barbie and Blitz just throw insults at each other until we realize that she was genuinely hurt by him and then tease her for a future episode, especially if you’ve seen the episode leak where that ghost dude is taunting Blitz for how he treated her. No doubt the show will go back to the status quo, wether Stolas is in the hospital or not.

As for Stella? I don’t think we need to be worried about her and Andre, for now at least. If you’ve seen the finale leak, they seemed to be just fine, laughing together on the couch. I guess their goal is just to make Stolas poor? Like..strip his power away I guess. I have no idea. I also have no idea wether they want to make Stella sympathetic or not, but again, judging by the leak, I don’t think they’re going to do much with her this season, which is a bummer. Other than that, hope you’re doing well Salt-Bug!