#again i know it's about the money and nothing else

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hi!! im happy to see you are taking requests, i really love your fics. Could we do Yoongi x f!reader, idol exes to lovers au and smut sentence 85? Thank you in advance!!♡♡

Thanks for requesting, I hope this is okay!

<Be My Valentine>

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, insecurities, light smut nothing really explicit, swearing

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Yoongi has no idea why he is here right now, standing in front of your door tightly gripping a bouquet of pink roses that are wilted beyond saving and missing a bunch of their leaves but at 9pm on Valentines Day it was the best he could do.

He has no idea why he left his own date, a nice woman, but just someone he knew he wouldn’t have a connection with so he ended it early, and came to your place.

He has no idea why the thought of you crying behind that door has his heart breaking into a million pieces.

He has no idea why he has the urge to hunt down this guy he���s never even met and make him pay for what he did to you because what kind of a monster breaks up with someone on Valentines Day.

He has no idea why he’s having all of these feelings because as of June of last year you were no long his to worry about.

Buying you flowers is no longer on his to do list.

He should be worrying about his own dating life instead of pushing it aside for you.

Your tears are no longer his responsibility to wipe away.

And he definitely should not be considering murdering a stranger for you (he really wouldn’t, but the thought it still there).

But when he ran into your best friend at the restaurant earlier this evening and she spilled all the details about this guy you had been dating for a few months and how he broke up with you this morning over a text message of all things, something about not believing in a holiday built on capitalism and not wanting to spend the money to get laid when you should be doing that anyways, Yoongi knew he had to see you because even if you still hate him he never stopped loving you.

“Yoongi I can’t do this any more.”, you cried into your hands. “Y/N, you know I would never cheat on you…ever.”, he spat back getting annoyed at having this conversation yet again. “What’s the excuse this time? Hmmm? Are you producing a song for her? She just needed your opinion on something? She was cold and you just brought her in your studio for warmth?” He rolled his eyes at your attitude.

An anonymous person had sent you some photos of Yoongi welcoming a woman into his studio. While normally you would be annoyed by that you still understood that it was part of his job and you would have moved on.

But at the time he was on his military leave so while he was allowed to work on his own music in his free time he wasn’t allowed to be helping or “working” with anyone else.

“Y/N, she’s a makeup artist with the company. She found a ring that belonged to Jimin when they were doing their yearly clean out. She knew we were going to meet up after Jin’s discharge so she asked me to give it to him.”

“She couldn’t give it to him herself? She couldn’t have given it to someone else who works for the company? She could’ve just left it there for him to find another day. Why was it you?”, you questioned.

Yoongi ran his hands over his face in frustration, “It was an expensive ring. She didn’t want to just leave it there. She was on her way to meet her BOYFRIEND at a restaurant by the studio and asked if she could stop by and drop it off real quick and I said yes. She was in my studio for a total of like ten seconds.”

“Why would they even send me this then?”,you hissed shoving the phone in his face.

“Because they’re shit starters.”, he scoffed, “You know this. They look for any reason to cause drama.”

“I’m done Yoongi.”, you said shaking your head, “I can’t take it any more. I can’t keep pretending I’m okay with this.”

At the time he was so angry and so hurt that you didn’t trust him after all these years that he didn’t even try to stop you as he watched you pack your bags and walk out the door. Looking back he wished he would’ve fought, even got down in his hands and knees and begged if he had to. His life has been hell since you left.

Maybe that’s why he was standing in front of your door this late at night.

He knocked realizing for the first time just how much his hands were shaking. A little smile crept onto his face thinking about the day he picked you up for your first date. Much like today he was so nervous he was shaking, so nauseous he hadn’t eaten or drank anything all day. He had flowers then too, although they were significantly nicer and cost half as much. When you opened the door that night his heart fluttered with how beautiful you were.

But today when you opened the door his heart had a different reaction and not in a good way. Your eyes were red and puffy. Your nose looked sore liked you’d blown it a hundred times.

“Yoongi?”, you sniffled, “What are you doing here?”

The brokenness in your voice shattered him.

“I uh I got you flowers.”, he said watching you look over the sad bouquet. Maybe he should’ve paid for the overpriced teddy bear he thought.

“Thank you. But why?”, you asked brows furrowed.

“I wanted to ask you to be my Valentine”, he shrugged.

When you didn’t say anything else he added, “And I heard about what happened earlier and I just thought I’d stop by and make sure you were okay. That was pretty shitty what he did to you.”

“Yeah he’s a real dick.”, you grumbled.

“Well I hope his dick falls off.”, Yoongi added hoping to see you smile and you did give a little one and it as just as beautiful as ever.

“Umm I just got a pizza delivered if you want some.”, you offered.

The truth was he was full beyond belief after stuffing himself with garlic bread to avoid conversation with his date, but he’d eat a full seven course meal right now if you asked him to so he nodded and entered your apartment.

“Sorry it’s not much.”, you gestured around before offering him a drink and leading him to the living room.

“No it’s perfect. It suits you.”, he said noticing a blush form on your cheeks.

The two of you talked and updated each other on what had happened since that evening in June. Yoongi loved hearing about your job and your friends. He even loved the rant you went on about how your coworker Mia was dating your coworker Han, but Han was best friends with Yongsu who was Mia’s sisters ex and it was a big mess apparently. He didn’t know who any of these people were nor did he care. He just loved hearing your voice and feeling like he was living in the past again. The two of you eating and talking and laughing like nothing had happened.

Then you abruptly cleared your throat before getting quiet. He worried that you had reminded yourself of the earlier events and became sad again or maybe it suddenly hit you that you were spending your Valentines with your ex, but you surprised him instead.

“Since you’re here Yoongi I want to apologize for how things ended. I was upset and angry and I know I should’ve trusted you, but I was just tired of getting messages like that all the time and feeling like I had no choice but to believe you. I was frustrated because I always felt hurt and sad and insecure. I should have listened from the start.”, you sighed afterwards like a weight had been lifted from you.

“What made you finally believe me?”

“Well…I think I realized that I always believed you because I knew deep down that you would never cheat on me. I also….I heard from Namjoon. He reached out to me and verified everything and even gave me the makeup artist number if I wanted to contact her, but I never called her because I realized I didn’t need to. I wanted to call you then, but I was so embarrassed and ashamed of how I reacted that I couldn’t bring myself to do it.”

Yoongi noticed the slight shake in your shoulders so he pulled you in close to him for a hug before you could start crying again, “Y/N you shouldn’t be ashamed of anything. The amount of bullshit you had to put up with because of me was enough to make anyone snap eventually. I’m ashamed I didn’t fight for you, try and stop your from leaving that night. I’ve regretted it ever since because I love you so much Y/N.”

Yoongi hoped you couldn’t feel his heart beating a million beats a minute in his chest. Internally he scolded himself for getting so worked up until you looked up at him with wide teary eyes. “I love you too.”, you whispered.

And he felt a rush of relief. He knew things wouldn’t snap back to normal instantly, but for the first time in months the sense of dread was lifted and he felt hopeful, excited about the future even.

“Can I kiss you?”, he found himself asking out of nowhere.

You nodded pulling him in and the kiss sent him into a state of bliss. He felt like he was whole again like he was finally on the path to happiness.

One little kiss turned into two and then into three. Then his hands started roaming your body touching all the spots that got you going. He had me memorized everything about you and it was like you never left.

Gently he picked you and carried you to your bedroom laying you down on the lavender colored comforter. His brain had to fight his body for control as he pulled back to check with you, “We can stop if you want. We don’t have to go any further. We’ll take it slow.”

“No I…I want this. I missed you Yoongi.”, you smiled.

It was like all of his senses had imploded all at once.

“I missed you too.”, he said gently lifting up the tshirt you were wearing revealing nothing underneath. He bit his lip to stifle a moan as you helped him out of his layers of clothing as well.

When it came to sex Yoongi was normally a pretty dominating person. He always made sure his partner was fully satisfied, but he was usually a man on a mission.

But he wanted to take his time with you tonight. He didn’t want you thinking he was only here to use your misfortune and heartbreak as a way to get his dick wet. He wanted to savor every little sound you made as you writhed and wiggled underneath him. He needed to make you feel good and wanted .

He checked with you one more time and when he finally entered you he stilled. Not only because he was afraid of loosing it and finishing too soon, but also because he wanted to bask in the feeling. The feeling he never thought he’d have again. One he could never find elsewhere.

“Please move Yoongi.”, you whined clenching around him. “Sorry baby.”, he chuckled not realizing his daydream was taking longer than anticipated.

Slowly he snapped his hips back and forth over and over. It was at an almost agonizingly slow pace, but he loved the feeling. He almost felt selfish for how gentle and soft he was being with you because he just wanted to relish in the euphoria for his own needs.

As his head hung watching himself disappear inside you over and over he felt you card your fingers through his hair. He looked up to meet your gaze.

“Why are you being so gentle with me? I like it when you’re rough.”, you asked making his movements stall. You looked so sweet and so innocent like you didn’t just basically ask him to wreck you.

“Are you sure?”, he questioned.

“Yes Yoongi, please. Please fuck me fast and rough.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled out and flipped you over onto your stomach before pulling you up onto your knees and pushing your face down into the bedding. He gave your ass a hard smack before entering you again and swiftly achieving a vigorous pace.

As your mouth was releasing a litany of curse words mixed with moans and whimpers and begging for more he grabbed onto your hips at a near bruising strength and smirked, “If rough is what my baby wants then rough is what she’s gonna get.”

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@soapcloth LOOK. I know this isn't what you meant but my brain said go and I did it.

Imagining Soap being haunted by Reader Energy narrating his life and dictating explicit erotica around his house. Constantly. At first he's absolutely panicked [see below] because he Does Not Like Spooky Things, but he realizes it doesn't mean harm, not really, and he slowly develops a paranormosocial relationship with it. us. idk.

MDNI, 18+

If asked, Johnathan Soap McTavish would swear he did not narrate in his head, in third person or otherwise.

At all.

And if he did, he would nae fecking do it in a fecking british accent.

Which is why, when he finds himself and his cock the talking point of a disembodied BBC narrator of unknown origin, he panics.

A little bit.

It did not start small.

It started large. Humongous, knock-it-out-of-the-ballpark and choke on it large.

He was watching telly in the dark. He’d finished a bottle of scotch not long ago, and his movie was almost over. He was comfortable – wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. Half asleep, he thought it was the telly at first.

Soap spread his legs on the couch. His grey sweatpants hid nothing from your gaze. His t-shirt gripped his biceps like it never wanted to let go – you couldn’t blame it.

You were hungry.

Johnny blinked and rubbed a hand through his hair. He must be more tired than he realized. Dead on his feet and on the couch. It sounded like someone was talking to him. He was home alone, though.

You slid a hand up tree-trunk thighs, strong enough to climb, solid enough to ride. He twitched beneath your palm as you slid him free.

Radio. Must be a radio or the neighbors playing music too loudly again. Johnny mutes the telly, straining into the silence. Right when he’s about to give up, it starts again.

Stroking gently, you grin up at him, at the fire in his eyes. “I’ve been a bad soldier… I need to wash my mouth out with Soap.” He’s bigger than anything you’ve ever taken before, hard and uncut. Precum glistens at his tip, and it’s all the invitation you need. You press a kiss to his head, lick your way down his shaft –

Steaming Jesus. He must have hit his head. There is a voice – and that’s a line he wouldn’t pull out for the cheapest of hookups. He got shot and died and no one bothered to tell him. “Hello? Gaz, you pulling a prank?”

Nothing.

Definitely time to sleep this one off.

He clicked off the movie. Not really worth the wait, honestly. He’s grateful he didn’t spend money at the theater for it.

The house creaks around him as he brushes his teeth and crawls into bed. He’s more relieved than he cares to admit that it’s properly silent again. Whatever he heard, it was in his head. Someone outside getting carried away, too much liquor, and he was imagining things.

Everything will be fine in the morning.

He closes his eyes, settling into his pillow.

Tears stream down your face as you gag around Johnny’s mammoth dick, one hand on the bed, the other moving furiously between your legs as he gasps, bucking into your mouth, “So close, y'er so good to me, taking my cock so well, y’er mouth is gonna be so damn clean – ‘

Johnny bolts upright in bed with a yelp. They’re definitely talking about him.

A chill races down his spine. Even with his eyes adjusted to the dark, not blind from a screen, he can’t see anything. Spots dance in his vision, and he can feel his heartrate pounding.

“This isn’t funny, Gaz.”

Whoever it is, they don’t stop.

Johnny breaks, your name on his lips, spurting ropes and ropes and ropes of pearly white cum into your mouth. You swallow, because he tastes so good, and wipe the tears from your eyes.

“…Ghost?!” Johnny squeaks, jumping out of bed. Pure hallucination, now. “Price?” There is only one ghost in this world Johnny can tolerate, and he’s got two legs. “I’ve got a gun!”

He does not.

But no one else needs to know that all his gear stays on base when he’s on leave. He checks under the bed, and in the closet. Looks for a hidden radio, or a secret phone, trying to track the noise but block out the words from his mind.

It doesn’t work.

“Can I kiss you now, Johnny? My mouth is clean.” You ask prettily.

“No, no ye can nae!” He barks, backing into a defensible position. This is going a bit far, even for a prank. Everything is clear.

He’s the only one in the room. No sign of any speakers.

And that’s when he spots the glow. A soft, fuzzy blue. It looks almost like a person – nearly a holo-projection, vaguely hominoid and androgynous, and it’s sitting on his bed. He stares, squints hard, and rubs his eyes, but then it moves and that’s about all the spooking he can take on no sleep and few measures of scotch in his system.

Johnny snags his wallet on the way out the door and beelines down the road. He’s not running or fleeing his house. He’s making a tactical retreat in the proper fucking direction.

The pub down the street usually has rooms – he’ll stay someplace else tonight.

And if any of the squad is behind it…

Well. He hopes they are. Hopes he can laugh it off, later – ha ha, Gaz, Ghost. You got me.

[They aren’t.]

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idk if you've heard of him but there's a youtuber called friendly space ninja who reviews TV shows.

anyway, he did a video on The Vampire Diaries and had a section about the racism problem the writers have. it was one of those things where if it had just been one thing it would have been 'OK not great, that could be fixed' but it was this never ending list of ways in which PoC on the show were treated as second class where I don't think anyone in their right mind could deny it when you lay it all out, start to finish

that's how I feel about how female characters are treated on Hazbin but especially on Helluva.

to give an idea of scale:

took nearly two seasons for Millie to get her own episode and it's about her having to babysit Blitzo and Moxxie and gives her hangups about her class out of nowhere

episode about Millie and Moxxie having the same ex shows his backstory only, with Millie's shunted into some hypothetic future episode even though the ex is now dead and no one has any reason to care any longer

episode about going to Millie's home is a Moxxie episode where the main drama is between Moxxie and Striker and Blitzo and Striker

Unhappy Campers tries to be a Millie episode and is still a Moxxie episode

Millie complaining that they, an assassin business, shouldn't skip out on an assassin job, is framed as pregnancy hormones

Millie gets a surprise pregnancy storyline because Viv doesn't know what else to do with her (she basically admitted that on a tweet thread where she also admitted prioritising Stolas, Moxxie and Blitzo instead of just, idk, rewriting the story to make a female character have more of a dynamic with the main male lead)

Loona has two focus episodes and basically stops being a character in her own right in season two

Loona's sad orphanage backstory is used in a flashback to benefit Blitzo's emotional breakthrough. the backstory hasn't come up again since

Loona and Millie's screentime has basically been handed to Stolas, who got all the song numbers, too

Loona is supposed to be friendless /awkward but has friends over for Sinsmas? would have been nice to see that development

Loona and Millie are two main characters but they barely have a consistent dynamic with each other and certainly don't feel like friends.

Verosika goes from interesting ex who might also have contributed to the breakup with her alcoholism (some ambiguity at least) to character who exists solely to be hung up on Blitzo, explain his intimacy problems and to cheerlead for Stolas (who she doesn't know and is nothing but rude and judgemental to her)

Fails the Mako Mori test and probably also the Bechdel Test, two seasons in

Via goes from sort of well fleshed out to just a prop to make Stolas cry. Like Blitzo, the valid reasons she could criticize him are played down as much as possible and she's framed as not getting what's really going on

Stella is in an arranged marriage but the show only portrays Stolas as the victim (even though he has more money and power than her and she was forced to physically deliver an egg she didn't want, basically making her a depiction of the nightmares of being a tradwife in a society that treats her like an incubator - this likely wasn't the writer's intent but it speaks to a basic lack of empathy for the backstory they've written for Stella)

Stella having parties and socialising is used as proof of how vapid she is even though she has little else to do since she's stuck being Stolas' wife (and there's nothing wrong with liking parties? this is the exact opposite of the Mane Six in MLP who model a lot of different pursuits and ways of being female without looking down on any of them)

Stella in general is a caricature of a shrew wife who makes Lisa from The Room look subtle

why is Stella so abusive? she was born evil; no further questions.

cheating is wrong only if you're female. if you're male your wife will be rewritten to be a 2D depiction of an abuser

also if you're male cheating is fine. it's so fine that Blitzo will refuse to kill two cheating men and claim it's not that big a deal because he's projecting he and Stolas onto them

male villains are fun performance pieces. female villains are Stella and Glitz&Glam

Speaking of Glitz and Glam, they're two dimensional bitches and it's treated like it's good when they get hurt and that they'll be Mammon's new victims

both Moxxie and Blitzo's mother go unnamed in the show despite dying horrifically. they don't get a single line despite both of their fathers being named and with speaking parts - they exist to be tragic saints before being stuffed into the fridge. Blitzo's mother in particular is a major source of his angst. Moxxie's father's bodyguard, meanwhile, was given his own name despite being a bit part who matters not at all on an emotional level (and is shipped with Crimson by the fandom who is happy to flesh out his character despite his also being abusive). the closest we have to a well written mother is Lin, Millie's mother, who appeared back in - hey, season one! what are the odds?

Stolas' mother also doesn't appear to be present on this plane of existence. Paimon meanwhile gets his own introduction and a big chunk of screen time

and even this list might not cover everything!

I ask anyone who can read this and still thinks the show is fine at writing women - how can you still believe that?

and for the 'it's only halfway done!!' crowd I'll simply point out this: in order to fix even half of the issues I've laid out the show would have to have a very heavy focus on its female characters during its back half.

and as of right now we have no reason to believe that will happen. Stolas has joined IMP so he'll only get more screentime - we'll just never be rid of him. Bland as bread Vassago will probably get more screentime alongside Andrealphus, not to mention the likelihood of forcing the audience to endure a Blitzo/Stolas/Vassago love triangle because the fandom likes the idea and I could see Viv going for it too. Stolas is probably going to be given a storyline that's nominally about him learning to have empathy for the poor but in reality is just more of him not changing, bitching and moaning like always while Blitzo waits on him hand and foot.

Via is very likely about to be villainized or at least made to look even more dumb and mean for daring to cut her father off, if that storyline even lasts longer than a few episodes before Viv and Stolas give up caring about it (he'd practically thrown in the towel already in the s2 finale).

what room is there amongst the rest of this mess of garbage for any focus to be given to female characters?

the one storyline outside of Via is Millie's surprise pregnancy, which is a storyline you pull out when you have nothing else for a female character to do and let's be real, is probably just gonna end up being about Moxxie again

Uh oh...you laid it all out in plain black and white, so it's even more apparent how miserably this show treats women! You know how much the fandom hates that!

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Not Hungry- Mentally Unwell Wade

Something was wrong. Logan knew it in his gut, knew it in his metal bones. Something was up and Wade wasn’t saying a goddamn thing. He watched the man as he raced around on his Mario Kart game, swearing and shouting along to whatever the hell was going on. Something was wrong though. Something in the look of the other’s face.

“You’ve been taking your meds, right?” Logan asked, throwing his arm around the back of the couch to seem a lot more relaxed than what he felt. Wade shot him a look from the corner of his eye before going back to the game. 

“Yep, Five pills in the morning, one at night. Got my alarms set so I never forget- Fuck! God damn blue shell-” He let out a line of swears. 

“No new symptoms?” He asked casually again, this time looking at the TV. He saw Wade give a half shrug and turned to face him again. “What’s going on, Bub?”

“Same old shit, people coming to kill us in the middle of the night. It’s fine, I’m dealing.” There was something to the other's face that made Logan think that wasn’t everything. There was something else going on. He reached over and patted Wade on the knee before giving it a little squeeze. 

“You’d keep me updated if there were new symptoms.” It wasn’t really a question. It was a silent agreement between them, Wade would tell Logan, Logan would keep track. It’s been that way since Logan first found out Wade was prone to hallucinations and delusions. When Wade didn’t reply Logan frowned. 

“Talk to me, what’s going on?” Wade continued to play his game and only gave a half shoulder shrug again. 

“I’m dealing with it. When it becomes too much I’ll let you know, don’t worry your pretty little head there Babygirl.” Logan didn’t like that answer. He wanted to know now what the other was dealing with, but knew if he pushed Wade would clam up more. So he only grunted and patted Wade on the knee again before turning to the TV.

“What do you want for dinner?” Logan asked after a while, it was getting late and it was something they should think about. With Al on a date to steal some rich oldman’s money, they were on their own tonight for food. 

“Not hungry.” Wade said, still focusing on his game, tiling his body with every curve of the road. Logan raised a brow at that. The man was a black fucking hole, always gobbling up shit that wasn’t his to eat. He watched the other for a moment longer. 

“I’ll order a pizza, you can always eat it cold.” Wade made an agreeing sound still focused on his game. “You are going to eat right?”

“Like I said Babygirl, not hungry. Maybe later.” It was the short answers that were bothering Logan. Normally he had to wait through verbal diarrhea before he got the answer he was looking for. These quick quips were even more concerning. 

“Can you pause your game?” Wade shook his head. 

“Playing online.” 

“Can you stop playing for a second?” Wade gave a big sigh before closing down his game. He turned to Logan, waiting. Logan waited back. 

“Did you make me quit my game so that we could stare at each other? I mean I don’t mind looking at ya, you are easy on the eyes baby, but did I have to stop my game for this?” Logan waited and Wade tilted his head back on the couch to look up at the ceiling. “Nothing is wrong, yes I’m seeing and hearing things that aren’t there but it’s livable. I’m not about to do something stupid.”

“So you’ll eat dinner with me?” Wade side eyed the other before shaking his head.

“Like I said. Not hungry.” 

And Wade stayed ‘Not hungry’ all that night, all the next day, into the following morning. Logan watched and the fucker didn’t eat a goddamn thing. Something they both did a lot because of their healing factor, so he knew the other was starving, but still Wade refused to eat. 

“Is your brain telling you you aren’t allowed to eat?” Logan asked that morning over coffee. Wade just sipped his and shook his head. 

“I’m fine, Peanut.”

“Are your meds making you not hungry?” Again Wade shook his head. 

“I mean sometimes they make me forget that food is a thing I gotta do, but no, I’m just not wanting to eat.” Logan zeroed in on that.

“Why don’t you want to eat?” And again they went around in a circle of Wade’s answers always being ‘I’m not hungry’. By the fourth time they did their little song and dance around the topic, Logan thought he was going to lose it. 

“Eat something. I don’t give a fuck if it’s a pudding cup, or a granola bar. Eat fucking something.”

“I’m not-”

“You say that one more fucking time and I’m shoving something down your god damn throat.” Wade snapped his jaw shut. Logan sighed and ran a hand down his face before looking into his own coffee for a moment. 

“Is there something I can buy that you’ll eat?” Wade shook his head no. “Can I make something you’ll eat?” Again, another shake of his head. “Bub, if you don’t eat something soon, I’m taking you to the hospital.”

“And what are they going to do? Look at me disapprovingly until I eat something too?” Wade fiddled with the Hello Kitty cup in his hands. Logan gave him a lost look. 

“They might give you an IV so you have something in your system.” Wade seemed to debate that for a second. Logan could feel his throat close up. Was Wade really thinking an IV would be better then eating a goddam sandwich or a fucking pudding cup? He reached over and put his hand on Wade’s. Wade took his hand and started playing with Logan’s fingers, distracting himself. 

“I’m fine baby.” Wade whispered, still playing with Logan’s fingers. 

“I’ll give you a fucking blowjob if you eat something.” Wade gave him a half smile before shaking his head. Logan ran a hand through his hair and shook his head back at Wade. “I’m really fucking worried Jackass. Explain to me why you won’t eat, and for the love of god don’t tell me it’s because you are not hungry. I heard your stomach growl last night.” 

“I’m just… I can’t… There’s little worms in my food.” Wade finally said, letting go of Logan’s hand to bury his own face in his hands. “I know there's not, but there is. I keep seeing them.” 

“Okay.” Logan got up from his chair, stood beside Wade and pulled Wade into him, holding him close. “Okay, I need to know shit like this Wade. We can work something out.” 

“Or just wait it out.” Wade’s muffled voice came from where it was pressed into Logan. 

“We can’t wait this one out, Bub. You need to eat.” As if on queue, Wade’s stomach made a sound. 

“I can’t, the worms.” He sighs. “Don’t make me eat the worms, Logan. I don’t want them wiggling around in me.”

“I know Darlin, I know. I won’t make you, we’ll find a way to work around this, it’s going to be okay, Bub.” He didn’t know if he was saying that more to Wade or to himself.

Ha ha ha. Yep, throwing my issues onto Wade. Started for me two days ago. I'm not this bad yet, but I'll stop eating once I see the worms. I know logistics there are no worms in my food, but I can see them wiggling, and know they are there. I'll stop eating if I see them. I'm eating enough that I'll be fine, and my care team will learn about this on Friday so it's fine!

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The Bet | Johnny Suh - pt.2

Pairing: Johnny x fem!reader

Genre: romance, Johnny spoils the reader.

Word count: 2300+

Warnings: none.

A/n: phew! This has been sitting in my drafts for a long time, I finally got to post it and it's especially for @neomooniez because she wanted part 2! I'm so sorry that you had to wait that long omg forgive meeeee 😩 i hope this is satisfying enough sorry i lost the spark also sorry if this is too short 😶 i hope my writing improved though because if it's not I'll actually crash out (i barely even write like ??? Why would improvement happen) 😭 oh and no mark this time lmao

Months had passed since that fateful night—the gamble that had set you free. You no longer flinched at the sound of poker chips clinking against each other, no longer felt like you were just an accessory anymore. You were, for the first time in years, your own person. And yet, the man who had granted you freedom refused to disappear from your orbit. It seemed that Johnny's motive wasn't only to set you free. This man seemed to want more.

Johnny Suh had a way of lingering. Not in an overbearing way, not in the suffocating way your ex did, but in the kind of way that made life feel like a champagne bubble—effervescent, light, and just a little intoxicating. He was only a boyfriend's friend, but now.. he may be closer to you than anyone else. And now that you're done with college, it seems that there's more room for you two to focus on each other.

It started with an apartment.

“You should have a home that’s yours,” he had said, his voice a casual hum against the rim of his whiskey glass. “Not a place that he owns.”

You had protested at first—of course, you had. “I can’t just accept an apartment in Gangnam, Johnny.”

He had only chuckled, leaning forward with that signature smirk of his. “Why not? I’m rich. I like spending money on pretty things.” A pause. A slow drag of his gaze down your frame before he met your eyes again. “And I think you’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever spent on.” 

It was always like this. Before you can retort or make another argument, he would use his charm to make your brain pause. And it worked every time. 

The key had landed in your palm with a soft jingle, with a golden Cartier keychain dangling, and just like that, you had a new address. 

Life since then has been worth living. You could finally indulge in the things you couldn't do before. As he opened the door to this life for you and you only, nothing was holding you back anymore. As it should be. It would be an insult to him if you didn't indulge in the finest things he bestowed upon you. Mornings are now spent curled on a plush couch by floor-to-ceiling windows, watching Seoul stretch out beneath you like a city of endless possibility. Evenings filled with the never ending chatter of wealthy people, the clink of glasses, and the weight of Johnny’s arm draped lazily over the back of your chair at yet another exclusive gathering.

He took you everywhere. Rooftop soirées with models and designers, art gallery unveilings where wine was poured as freely as water, underground parties where DJs spun music that made your limbs itch to move. And always, always, he watched you. Not like a stalker or anything like that, but in a way that said he liked what he saw. And he did. Definitely. 

“You move differently now,” he murmured one evening, his breath warm against the shell of your ear. You turned to look at him, the golden glow of the chandelier catching in his dark eyes.

“What do you mean?”

Johnny’s lips curled into something slow, lazy and dangerous. “Less like you’re afraid someone’s about to pull the rug from under you. More like you know the ground is yours to walk on.”

You wanted to deny it, his attentiveness and awareness were always somehow embarrassing for you, but come on, he wasn’t wrong. It's not like you can have this big of a change happen to your life and not change in some ways too.

You laughed, light and easy, sipping from your glass as you tried to prevent your embarrassment from showing and put the focus on him. “You sound proud of yourself.”

He leaned in, voice dropping to something just for you. “Shouldn’t I be? I’m the one who's responsible for this. It's worth it. I get to see you doing much better. As you deserve.”

You rolled your eyes a bit to hide your feelings, not wanting to expose how his words affect the speed of your heartbeats, and the warmth that spreads in your chest every time he reminds you of your worth. 

It was always like this. Johnny would make you feel like you're the only one in the world who he looks at, smiles at and cares deeply about. The teasing was never meant to belittle or mock you. And you found comfort in his simple touches, the subtle brushes of his fingers against your back as he guided you through a room, the way he whispered comments that left your heart accelerating. 

You knew he was a flirt by nature. You had seen him charm a few women before, but now you see less of that, which made you feel better, you can tell he is just being polite to them like he would be to the men he spoke to. The difference was obvious. it felt, and was different with you. It's as if you're the only girl he wants to touch, to listen to tirelessly, and look at while he has that happy grin that reaches his ears. Only you have that effect.

One evening, at a sleek, modern lounge with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Han River, Johnny introduced you to an investor. Yes, he has been inserting your name now whenever he went to these parties to catch up with people of a high social class. He is always looking forward to help you network and have your own world outside of him. Johnny noted that you don't feel so good about him helping you at everything. So he operated from behind the scenes. Trying to make his role smaller at the opportunities you get. But still, he liked to show you off often.

“She’s got an eye for art,” he said, swirling his glass lazily. “And a mind that could turn it into something worth millions.”

You blinked. Trying to come up with something to say. “I—”

“She’s being modest,” he cut in smoothly, looking down at you with his deep eyes. A twinkle of mischief in them mixed with a gaze that pleaded you to have faith in him and let him proceed. “But trust me, you’ll want to remember her name.”

The investor smiled, intrigued, and you found herself pulled into a conversation that you never thought she’d be a part of. Yes, you have rich friends now, but are you really going to work now? With a job that will definitely be handed to you with no trouble. Thanks to the very man who, with no doubt, has his eyes on you.

Later that night, as you stood by the balcony, overlooking the city, you turned to him. “Why do you do it?”

Johnny shrugged, a slow smirk playing at his lips. He knew exactly what you meant but he found fun in toying a bit with you. “Do what?”

“Push me into these things. Put me in rooms I never imagined myself in.” you didn't know if the words came out from you in a way that showed your dislike. But you couldn't help but be a little overwhelmed. Wondering why he is doing all of this for you, and it made you feel immense guilt. Because you never returned his favours (not that you had any way of doing so) and you didn't know how to reciprocate because he barely opens up. You feared he would ask for sex, but he didn't. You can't even put a label on your relationship with him. You know it transcended friendship because of the very obvious romantic tension between you two. Even a fool would be able to tell that you two do feel for each other. Especially him. 

He studied you for a moment, then exhaled. He wanted to somehow make you see yourself from his vision, and the way you would always speak so lowly of yourself frustrated him. “Because I want you to see what I see.”

“And what’s that?”

His gaze traced your face, lingering on your lips just a second too long before returning to your eyes. “A woman who was never meant to be small.”

Your heart stumbled in your chest as you instantly shifted your gaze to the city instead. Suddenly you can feel how the little particles of air hit your skin and the heat that spreads on your face. It was as if a minute is much longer now. His fingers touched your chin as he tilted your face towards him. Johnny liked almost everything about you. Except that insecure look, and how you would immediately avoid his eyes as he tries to come out with his feelings in a way that isn't overwhelming. 

His deep eyes that reminded you of dark chocolate gazed into yours with a sentimental feel that you never knew was there. He never looked at you as he is looking now. All his attention is solely focused on you only at this moment. He breathes in. “I'll make you see, one day, that you're worth everything you have now and more. I'll make you even more happy.” 

You two gaze into each other's eyes. It was as if there was a silent communication going on between you. Your eyes held trust, comfort and a sense of calmness only he was able to bring in you. And his had a look of adoration, softness yet a hint of mild irritation. It was a weird mix but still translated his feelings for you and bared the deep love he wishes to show shamelessly. 

Out of nowhere, he utters. “Can I kiss you? Because I'm tired of not knowing what it feels like.”

You hesitated a little as you turned your face to look at the people inside. A sigh left your lips as you realized that you really shouldn't care for what others will see or think. It is indeed better to forget about the rest of the world and just kiss Johnny Suh. And hopefully the kiss will last long enough for you to lose yourself in it. That's what you hoped for. You nodded and muttered a small ‘please’. You didn't mean it but a small bit of desperation came with it. Who were you kidding? You wanted this too. 

He leans in with just enough confidence and gently presses his soft lips to yours. You find your lips attached to his in a magnetic pull, the kiss starts slower with a few tentative nibbles, but it quickly escalates as he brings one hand to your lower back to press your body against his. There's this impatience that seeped through his actions. It's like he wanted to do this for a long time, and he finally got the chance to do it. You can no longer resist him or subtly block his charm like you often did, nope. You welcomed him in your mind and heart with open arms. He felt it. He felt the invitation in how you kissed him back and it made him smirk faintly against your lips, his pleasantness showing as his other hand pulled you closer more, now tilting his head to kiss you more passionately. 

After the kiss that almost lasted for a minute ended. You had pulled back to breath, not that you minded suffocating in his kisses. You felt simultaneously loved and desired. 

“Now that I got the chance to taste your lips, I'm afraid I can't hold back anymore. I want you to become mine.” He said it as if it was the easiest thing in the world to say. You couldn't help but grin happily, you couldn't help but feel happy, and that energy radiated from your body effortlessly like it always did in his presence, but now there's more of that energy, you truly felt happy deep inside. And that's what mattered to you. To be in a situation where you didn't even have time to hesitate. Because he is the right person for you, and you know it now. 

“You're serious,” you uttered the statement that was meant to be a question, you couldn't really question him as there's no need for that. His eyes had everything written in them now, nothing was subtle anymore as he bared his desire for a relationship with you. Though it was obvious he had a thing for you, his straightforwardness in his want of having you as his girl didn't fail to make your heart beat faster than usual. To feel that feeling of butterflies dancing in your stomach, a feeling so overwhelming you couldn't help but put your hand there. 

Johnny smiled, as if he knew exactly what he was doing to her. And maybe he did.

Maybe he always did.

You couldn't help but move closer and bury your face in his chest as your arms raised to hold him. The deep sense of calmness came back to settle in your chest, and the trust in him was now very clear. He giggled faintly at your actions. “I take that as a yes.” 

He had a dorky grin on his face as his gaze shifted to the sky and straight to the moon. His wish came true, and his dream finally concluded with the result he desired deeply. You were now his. And he couldn't help but have scenarios run through his mind of how you two will proceed together from now on and what this relationship will bring you two. But he decided to push the thoughts aside to equally immerse himself with the feeling of love that coated your hearts in similar measures. 

“I need you to know how much I love you,” he mumbled into your hair after kissing the top of your head. “and just so you know, I want all your love directed at me from now on, I won't accept less.” 

You giggled as you heard the slightly demanding tone in his voice, it came easily to you so you recognised his playfulness instantly. Your face tilted up as you looked at him with an endearing smile. You murmured softly. “You taught me not to accept less, so you'll see that from me too.” 

“You better, because I'll always love you the mostest, I'm sure of it.”

He cups your face in his big hands and kind of smacks his lips against yours in a second kiss. The man definitely poured his whole heart and soul into this single kiss, his passion dominates, proving how much he feels for you, and you simply allowed it. You wanted this. You loved how he showed that he doesn't play about you, and will never, ever, will.

[froggierboy]

i know that it's not specifically nefarious - that it's the greater evil of corporate capitalism - but something about mattel going in for the american girl x harry potter collab now feels really fucking gross to me. they've owned american girl for some time now and exercised rights to harry potter all over the place but now is the time they choose to mesh a brand built on diversity and history and education with a brand that is quickly gaining heat for being created by a woman spearheading a cultural genocide?

[girlivealwaysbean]

i think growing up is just life repeatedly sucker punching you and saying bitch you thought things were gonna better lmao no you're so naive and stupid for having hope in 20 years the world will be flaming bag of garbage and no matter how hard you work you'll get eliminated at some point

[talkorsomething]

I have Got to get more transgender

[sucktacular]

I miss the days where existing online was a fun thing for ppl with social anxiety to make friends on instead of like Life 2.0 ya know

[medicinemane]

Saw a poll asking which fast food I'd give up for a week for a million dollars, and it's like I'd give up fucking food for a week for that price, there's literally nothing that wouldn't be on the chopping block when it's giving it up for a week

Not to mention I already barely have fast food once a month, and that's only if you count the costco pizza or burgers from the general store (which are more like backyard bbq style... like... the not great but not bad kind from a grill, you know?)

So... money please, I already won, pay me

[exopelagic]

WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME BURROWS END WASNT FREE

[nobodybetterlookatme]

I've never heard of emts working only at events? What's that like for you if you don't mind my asking?

Yeah, there are ambulance companies that staff certain events, but there's some event specific companies out there lmao. For me specifically, it's almost entirely college events, whether it's happening on a campus or not. It's not great, usually pretty boring, but it's better than being on an ambulance or in a hospital. We do get actual emergencies sometimes, but usually it's just getting drunk people to the tent or giving out water and bandaids lmao. Again, boring as fuck, but I chose this over working on a 911 rig, so that's on me 😔 if I'm being so real tho, other than my coworkers, the best part of the job is the food lmaoooo it's so good and all the food trucks/food booths give discounts or free food to us depending on the location and event. And there's almost always a ton of downtime, so I basically just get paid to sit there and vibe for the most part

[running-in-the-dark]

I've bought so many RH dolls in the past four weeks or so. it's. really disappointing and stressful and stupid and I hate myself, ngl.

[tautozhone]

idk how to start this so this post is ab individual action, trying to motivate positive change in the world, etc etc

a lot of growing up in the US for me makes things feel more scary than they are. like it’s actually not that difficult to go out of your way to get a bottle of water or iced cup of water from some random drive through if you think you should do it. either fast food conglomerate or local actually, it’ll usually be cheaper than 5 dollars to get drinkable water. i try to have 5-10 dollars i can justify spending on water, and asking for change, because sometimes when i’m out driving i need to go grab water.

i do not do this for me as much as i try to do it specifically when i see someone who’s most likely homeless on a street corner. i’m sure one day i might do this and they might not be there when i come back, but what have i lost really? a bit of time and a bit of money that would’ve meant more to them, that i can hold onto until i see them next.

the pressure that a lot of people feel when they think “what can i do” comes from this grand narrative that the average citizen can singlehandedly fix the housing crisis. rich people? maybe. nonprofits? not in a day, not all one person still. what can i do is a question i ask a lot. what can i do, not just because it feels bad to move along like nothings wrong with the world, but what can i do that will do anything. what can i do that makes even the smallest change.

i feel like it took me too long to figure out a personal method to what i consider individual action. it’s taking time to get to my own financial stability to be able to do more. but for now it’s as simple as water and cash. not water and food, but water and cash.

individual action means a lot in small steps, go get a bottle of water bare minimum and the price of a meal if you can and then just give it to them. if it wasn’t such a miserably hot place where i live i would keep a pack of water in my car, which i still want to do for the sake of having immediate access to water to give someone who might need it- hot or cold sometimes won’t matter. but when it’s hot out, get cold water, if it’s cold out, a warm tea will hydrate more than coffee will as long as it’s not super caffeinated.

[elibean]

i wanna be a vtuber just so i can meet cool people and make friends

[fakecrfan]

I know most people on here don't like to go to the gym because you're all gay nerds. I like to go to the gym. For the purpose of understanding this post please try to imagine that you, too, enjoy going to the gym so that you can empathize with my point here.

Anyway, so imagine you are going to the gym. You're pumped about the concept of getting some muscle on you. Plus, the gym has this "lift weights every day!" challenge with a feasible plan to slowly and safely increase the amount of weight you can lift by the end of the month. Cool!

So anyway you go there, and you're having a good time. But then you notice something. Some people are coming in with these guys in shirts that say LIFT FOR HIRE. You're curious, and you notice over time that some people are actually paying these guys to come in and do the lifting challenge for them.

"Huh," you say to your mega hot, muscled gym buddy. "That's so weird. What's in it for the people paying these guys?"

"Dunno," says your friend, mid bicep curl.

"Um, actually!" says the gym owner. "Some people are disabled, so the only way they can lift weights it to pay LIFT FOR HIRE, inc."

"But wait," you say. "They still aren't lifting the weights though? Paying someone else to lift for you doesn't mean you've lifted the weights."

The gym owner gasps. "How could you SAY that?"

"Because... it's true?" you say. "Uh, if you pay guys to lift your weights, that's probably really good for the guys you are paying. But it's not going to develop your ability to lift at all. Your muscles aren't going to grow, you're just going to lose money and get no results."

"That's ABLEIST," they say. "How DARE you! Some people are LITERALLY paralyzed, did you think of that?"

"Well, yeah, some people are, and that means definitionally they can't lift weights," you explain. "And paying someone else doesn't change that. Maybe if they wanted to like, move something in their house it would make total sense to hire these guys! But if you hire them to do your workout you get nothing, because the purpose of a workout is personal development. I'm not morally condemning people who do it, but it seems like a waste of money when this event is, again, about improving one's personal abilities."

"This is absolutely DISGUSTING, CLASSIST rhetoric!" the gym owner roars, and then turns to one of the LIFT FOR HIRE guys, "Pay no attention this disgusting person, dear sponsor, we support your business and we totally want you to keep funding our gym!"

"Sponsor?" says your hot muscled friend who was way too busy actually doing their workout and getting gains to engage in dumb discourse. "Oh, now it makes sense."

"Shut up, you don't understand our love!" says the gym owner, before sloppily making out with a LIFT FOR HIRE guy in front of you.

Anyway, that's what learning about the whole AI nanowrimo controversy was like for me.