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kikidoul · 2 days ago
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── REALISATION OF FEELINGS.
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໒꒰ྀི ^ ⸝⸝ ^ ꒱ྀིა 심재윤 x fem! reader content enemies to lovers non-idol au college/university au ᥫ᭡ warning explicit sexual content protected sex (pls do it wrapped up) service dom! jake (i think) consent because that's hot of jake pussy eating squirting usage of petnames reader's not a virgin. . . !? 2330 — mlist. | req
note. first time writing jake.. kinda nervous.. hopefully this is readable because i wrote this at work LMAO. ending is kinda ass because i don't want to drag this out so yeah.. can you tell i'm bad at titles too </3 taglist. @tfwbluu
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“What the fuck? Why is he here?” You scowled, narrowing your eyes with nothing but disgust written all over your face. 
Your eyes followed a certain figure, watching as he smoothly moved through the crowd that parted for him. You scoffed as he greeted his group of friends while resting his hand on a random girl’s waist. Your grip on the plastic red cup tightened slightly and you would’ve crushed it if your friend didn’t snatch it out of your hand. 
“Stop glaring at him. Just ignore him and enjoy the night,” she said, nudging your elbow, dragging you away and further into the large crowd. You remained oblivious to how a pair of eyes followed your retreating figure, until you were out of his sight. 
Great, now what?
You sighed when you realized that your friend had ditched you for a one-night stand, leaving you stranded and alone at the party. You didn’t have a driver’s license, which means you couldn’t go home by yourself, especially when you were slightly tipsy, but were still able to hold your own ground. Unable to tolerate another second of standing in the crowded living room, you stepped out of the mansion—intending to get fresh air. 
Only for you to groan when you see someone there before you. He turned at the sound of approaching footsteps, expression matching yours when his eyes landed on you. 
“I didn’t expect to see someone like you coming to these kinds of places,” Jake said, downing the remains of his drink in one go, easily crushing the paper cup with his fingers. 
“Shut up, you don’t know anything about me,” you snapped, crossing your arms as you stopped beside him. 
Jake glanced at you from the corner of his eyes, noting how the dress you wore was sleeveless and how you shivered as a gust of wind blew past you. Sighing, he removed his jacket and placed it over your shoulders. You flinched, turning to him with wide eyes. You were about to pull it off but he stopped you, resting a hand above yours. Somehow, his hand was warm and a part of you is tempted to lean forward. 
“Don’t, you can wear it for tonight. Wouldn’t want you to freeze to death,” he murmured, an unreadable expression on his face as he takes in your features. You caught the way his eyes trailed down, only for them to darken when they landed on your parted, glossy lips. 
You weren’t sure what made you gain the courage to make the first move. Maybe it was due to the shitty alcohol you drank. Maybe it was how Jake was constantly on your mind, no matter where you were or what you were doing. A sly grin tugged your lips upward and Jake gulped as you leaned in, invading his personal space. His senses were engulfed with the strong fragrance of your perfume—rose and vanilla. It’s sweet, just like you. 
“Is that so? But, I have another idea on how I won’t freeze to death,” you whispered and if there’s one thing about Jake, it’s that he never backs down from a challenge. 
Grinning, he boldly wrapped one arm around your waist, pulling you close until your chests were pressed against one another. He savored the startled gasp you let out at his action, craving for more. 
“Yeah? And what do you have in mind, pretty girl? You're gonna tell me or what?” He coos, leaning in to brush his plump lips against your neck, inhaling a whiff of your perfume. 
You tilted your head back, granting him access to the rest of your neck and Jake accepted the invitation without hesitation. “Jake…” You breathed out, and the way you said his name made his mind spin, sending heat straight down to his pants that tightened. 
“Fuck, your place or mine?” He asks, barely clinging onto his rapidly decreasing self-restraint. 
“Mine’s far from here,” you replied, and he nodded. 
“Alright, then let’s go to my house. It’s not far.”
You weren’t granted a chance to admire the interior of his house, for you were being pushed up against the nearest wall the moment the door closed. The kiss was filthy, messy and intense. You parted your lips, knees threatening to buckle as Jake explored your cavern with one, thorough lick. He swallowed the muffled sounds you made with his lips, drinking them in like he was your loyal worshipper. 
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he tapped your thighs twice. Without exchanging a word, you jumped and Jake effortlessly carried you, bringing you to the bedroom without breaking the kiss. You were placed on the sheets with him hovering over you and you had to pull away, your lungs screaming at the lack of oxygen. 
Jake couldn’t tear his eyes away from the breathtaking sight before him. Your hair was spread out like a halo, making you look like an angel that descended from heaven. Your lips were swollen and red. Your eyes were slightly dazed, the straps of your dress falling down your shoulders. 
“You’re so pretty,” he whispered in awe, mostly to himself but your ears registered his words. 
His words made your heart skip a beat and you weren’t sure why. But you didn’t think much about it when he leaned down, trailing butterfly kisses along the expanse of your unblemished neck. You sighed, eyelids fluttering close as he licked, sucked and bit on your skin, leaving hickeys behind. His hands busied themselves by wandering along your body, tracing your silhouette through the fabric of your dress. Eventually, he reached his limit and hovered them over the straps. 
“Can I?” He asks. 
You nodded but Jake wasn’t pleased. “Use your words, princess. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“Careful, you being thoughtful might make me fall for you,” you teased, ignoring how your heart was practically pounding against your chest at his words. 
Jake merely rolled his eyes. “I’m serious, (Name). Use your words and tell me, or I’m stopping.” 
“Fine, go ahead, Jake,” you chuckled, giving him the green light. 
With permission granted, he tugged the straps and dress down, tossing it to the floor without a care. For the second time, Jake found himself staring at you, unable to tear his eyes away from how alluring you looked, wearing nothing but a matching set of black, lacy lingerie that leaves nothing to one’s imagination. If it was possible, his pants tightened and he swore he felt his cock twitched in the constraints of his pants—begging to be freed. 
“You’re staring,” you mumbled, cheeks flushed red at how intense his gaze was. 
“Can’t help it. You’re too beautiful to not stare,” he sighed, sounding as if he was blessed by a God. 
You gulped, watching as he removed his shirt and shifted down, spreading your legs so he could be in between them. You grabbed a pillow, placing it under your hips to support yourself. Your breath involuntarily hitched in your throat, watching as Jake kissed your thighs, moving up slowly until he reached where your clit was throbbing with need. You whined as he hooked his fingers along the thin fabric of your panties, tugging it to the side to reveal your clit. 
“Even your pussy’s pretty,” he breathed out, tracing the bud poking out with his finger. 
You mewled, hips instinctively jerking forward, wanting more but Jake withdrew his finger, eliciting a disappointed whine of protest from you. “Jake, please!” 
“Please what, princess? Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you,” he grins, knowing he has you wrapped around his finger. 
“Please touch me,” you begged, lips curling downwards in a pout. 
“Oh? But I am touching you. You need to be more specific than that,” he teases, fingers grazing the area near your clit, chuckling at how you tried to get him to touch your clit instead. 
“Want your mouth….on me,” you muttered, eyes squeezed shut with embarrassment at the words. Thankfully, Jake was satisfied. He didn’t bother removing your panties, further tugging it to the side and dived in. 
“Oh fuck!” You cried out, back arching off the bed as he flatten his tongue to lick your clit. Jake glanced up, taking note of the blissed-out expression on your face. With the determination to drive you insane, he parted your puffy folds with his free hand, sliding his tongue in to lick your gummy walls. 
“Oh—hah, Jae-Jaeyun—fuck,” you moaned, grinding your hips along his tongue, making you looked as if you were riding his face. His bedroom was filled with the loud, lewd sounds of him eating you out, blending in with your shameless moans. 
Your stomach tightened and your legs twitched, feeling your climax approaching rapidly. You tried to warn him but all it took was one skillful flick of your bud with his tongue to push you over the edge. Your body shook with the intensity of your orgasm, nails digging into the sheets. You were trying to catch your breath when your ears picked up the sounds of unzipping followed by rustling of clothes.
You gulped when you saw Jake freed his poor, neglected and forgotten cock from his pants. The tip had turned a dark shade of purplish-red—due to the lack of attention. You tried to close your legs, feeling your clit pulsated at the thought of him entering you. 
“Like what you see?”  He smirks at your staring and silence, wrapping his long, slender fingers around his cock to stroke it a few times. 
You coughed, regaining your composure, observing him as Jake leaned over, reaching into the bedside table to pull out an unwrapped condom. He tore the wrapper with his teeth—unaware of how the small action made heat pooled in your stomach and wore the condom on his cock. He paused, hands resting on your knees to draw circles on your skin. 
“Are you sure you want this?” He asks, worried. 
“I’m sure, just fuck me, please Jaeyun,” you whined, neediness dripping from your voice. 
He cursed, wasting no time in pushing in, inch by inch. Eventually, he bottomed out and both of you moaned. Jaeyun felt like he was floating. The way your velvety walls hugged onto his cock nearly made him cum right there and then. As much as he wants to ruin you, make you scream his name, your comfort was his first priority. 
“Baby, you alright?” He asks, waiting for you to give him a verbal response. 
You felt insanely full, with how his cock was reaching the deepest areas that you thought it was impossible. Compared to the other hookups you had done, this was by far the best hookup you had and you refused to admit it out loud, not wanting to increase Jake’s ego. 
“Y-Yes, you can move,” you stuttered and Jake nodded, slowly pulling out before doing an experimental thrust. 
Your mind blanked out at how heavenly it felt, his cock sliding in and out at equal intervals, hitting the same spot, over and over again. You tried to stifle your sounds by covering your mouth but Jake was faster. He grabbed your hands, pinning them above your head, leaving you at his mercy. 
“Don’t hide from me. I want to hear you, let me see you come undone,” he panted, quickening his pace, his hips snapping against yours. 
“Ngh—Jae-Jaeyun, fuck, har-harder, please, please, please!” You mewled, tossing your head back to reveal your neck covered in hickeys. The very same hickeys that Jake left behind. 
Groaning at the thought of everyone seeing your neck, he pushed you further into the sheets, now moving at a ruthless tempo. His hand snaked down to rub your clit, the extra stimulation driving you insane, causing breathless moans to spill from your parted lips. The bra you wore had been unclipped halfway, the straps resting along your shoulders with your breasts bouncing due to the movement. 
To Jake, your current state was something straight out of a porngraphic movie. 
He recognized the telltale signs of you reaching your orgasm—how your legs moved to wrap themselves around his waist, locking him in place, how your breathing quickened and how you fucked yourself back into him. 
“Fuck, you feel so good around me, princess. So tight, so warm. If I keep you here, make you warm my cock everyday, would you like that?” Jake moaned, his words making you whine, frantically nodding your head. 
“Please, gonna cum!” You cried out. 
“Then cum for me, sweetheart.” 
You reached your climax with a loud cry, transparent liquid pathetically squirted from your clit. Some landed on the sheets while some landed on your stomach. Jake followed suit, releasing into the condom but you were able to feel the condom growing sideways, making you wish he didn’t use one in the first place. 
He slowly pulled out, unwrapping the condom and tied it before tossing it into the bin with accurate aim. You whimpered, not used to the sudden feeling of emptiness. You laid on the soaked, dirtied sheets, limbs pliant and too exhausted to move a single finger. Jake got off the bed, heading to the bathroom to grab some damp towels to clean you and him off. You let him do as he pleased, allowing him to help you into his fresh new clothes that he grabbed from his wardrobe. 
“...What does this make us now?” You asked, having to be the one to break the silence. 
Jake hums, tossing on a shirt. You had to get up, leaning against the wall as he pulled the sheets off the bed, replacing them with a new one. “Do you want this to be a one-time thing?” He asks. 
You shook your head, gripping onto your arms. “No, I want this to be more. I want us to be something more than just a hookup.” 
Jake flashes you a genuine smile. “Then I feel the same too.”
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thewertsearch · 1 day ago
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Decided to take a little look at the Formspring over the weekend. 
I’m not sure exactly where I left off last time, so I decided to start from the last question I commented on - which means that these are old questions, from way back in the Hivebent era. 
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I don’t know if it’s because I’m fairly young, or because I’m not American, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen a reference to either of these shows. I haven’t even heard of the second one.
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Let me live, Hussie!
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We get some hard numbers for Homestuck’s readership, although I’m sure it had grown significantly by the time Cascade rolled around. For reference, this was posted around the time of WV: Rise up.
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Karkat originally described Semi-Perfect Jack as ‘something higher than a queen or a king’, which really made it sound like Jack was stronger than either - but I suppose this makes sense, too. 
Jack’s not necessarily stronger than the Queen was - but he’s definitely more dangerous, because he doesn’t follow the normal rules of a Ringbearer. The Queen was a bad-tempered moderator, but Jack is a troll who’s stolen the moderator’s password. 
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Hussie’s constant teasing of Team Sleuth is honestly pretty funny. 
I suppose it makes sense that Prospitian Agents would have different priorities - but what about Prospitian Exiles, Hussie? We’re about to be introduced to four new ones, and they could be anyone. 
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I like Hussie’s take on creating web content. I agree - you should be making what you want to make, not what gets you the most clicks. 
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If I had to knock one point off of Homestuck’s rating, it would be due to the comic’s obsession with clowns. My apologies to all the clown lovers out there, but I simply cannot get into them.
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I’ve never seen Lost, myself. I hear it initially had potential, but fell apart later on when it had to keep the promises made by its premise. 
But I think was sold it for me was when I got the idea to mix the pairs of slime from their respective guardians. The whole weird mess struck me as an especially novel origin story, and the thought of making these 8 babies all at once was just ridiculous enough to be irresistible. Not just because of the mad science/time travel/paradoxical novelty, but because of the new light it put the characters under. Especially the guardians I think. These weird automaton-like authority figures, mostly obstacles in the early going, are quite probably very much like the kids, just at different stages in their weird lives (i.e. the ones where they lose their facial features). They're all kind of like siblings in a way, even if not all biological. (Though some are!) And I think you could pick up on that from some of the early interactions, that for instance Rose was likely a very similar person to her mom. Her mom just happened to be an adult!
Hussie originally saw the Guardians as pretty similar to their kids - and Rose, in particular, would be quite similar to Mom. We’ve already seen that Rose takes after her father, but it sounds like Roxy’s going to match her vibes, too. 
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Laughing my ass off at the implication that there’s an upper limit to that number. 
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Damn it, I really was hoping for some sort of anime showdown during the finale. 
Mind you, Hussie’s not saying it won’t happen - just that if it does, it won’t take up a third of the comic’s runtime. 
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God, I am so here for nunchuck Sollux, and I’m getting sadder and sadder that these forum threads are all gone. I wonder what other early headcanons people had for the trolls? 
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Heh.
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See, I kind of figured that Homestuck wouldn’t get fully into the nitty-gritty of a Sburb campaign - but damn, would I still love to see it. I suppose speculating about the game’s mechanics is just as fun, though. 
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This answer seems to confirm that Terezi had no idea what the Doomsday Scale really was. 
I wonder what she thought about the fact that it bore her sign? Did she wonder about the Pyrope who left it there, or did she already have a pretty good idea of who it was likely to be? 
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doiliedaze · 23 hours ago
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Intertwined, Sewn Together
Butch mechanic! Vi x Bimbo flower shop owner! reader
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Warnings: Vi courting reader very obviously, flirt Vi, tooth-rooting fluff, reader is a perv a little (implied she has masturbated to the thought of Vi before), reader is such a botanical nerd and rambly mess, reader lacks common sense just a little bit, reader is whipped for Vi bad (I feel you girl), sweet to heavy make out session but nothing too major, butch bulge 😵‍💫
Genre: fluff
A/N: a lot of Adrianne Lenker songs remind me of Vi but especially not a lot, just forever! The songs that inspired this fic are crush, not a lot just forever, heavy and Constant Craving!! I typically think of bimbos to have confidence but I want this bimbo to have a more shy nature or like a quiet confident like flowers because they are so dainty but they hold so much energy and meaning! I also know nothing about mechanical stuff so bare with me…I gotta stop not knowing things in my Vi fics😅
Language of flowers guide: carnations= fascination, distinction and love | peonies= love, romance and purity | baby’s breath= everlasting love, purity, innocence | iris’s= affection and devotion | violets= everlasting love, lesbian courting, faithfulness and modesty | lavender= love and devotion gardenias= protection, hope, love and trust
These are the meanings with romantic connotations it can differ based on the connotations. Can also differ based on color!!
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“Stupid fucking car! Stupid fucking auto shops!” You mutter to yourself as you walk into the auto repair shop. Your pink bug has been in the shop for two weeks now, something about an engine? You aren’t sure but you felt like it should be done by now! You also spaced everytime you talked to your mechanic because she’s the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen!
“Excuse me?” You say with a wobble in your voice as you tap the mechanics shoulder. She is as handsome as ever and her gaze is electric!
Her floppy pink hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. Vi her name tag read but it never seems to leave your lips…well at least in public.
“Hey sweet thing, more questions ‘bout the car?” She says smoothly as she rubs some oil on her overalls.
The lump in your throat thickens when she calls you that. Gosh she makes you squirm internally well you hope she doesn’t notice too much.
“Hi…uh yes please!” You follow her mindlessly and as soon as she updates you, you focus on the scar on her top lip or the freckles sprinkled across her cheeks or the way she cocks her eyebrow when she’s explaining car stuff to you or-
“Lost?” Her mellows out from excited to enchanting. “No! I didn’t mean to stare I was tryna listen.” This technically isn’t a complete lie!
With a nod you can tell she was trying to think of a way to explain it to you instead of getting mad at you. That’s a constant in your life, if you’re confused you’re use to being yelled at.
When she breaks it down for you, it all comes together! Before you could say but she says, “y’know it’s nice when you stop by.” Her hands nonchalantly slide into her pockets. “Oh I don’t do much when I’m here?”
“You don’t need to do much sweet thing.” She took a curt step forward. “A woman like you is enchanting to breathe next to.” Her voice lowered to a husky whisper. Not a husk of lust no, a husk of admiration.
Flustered you look away not exactly knowing how to respond. So you choose to flee like fleeting honeybee you can be. “Wow look at the time! I have to be on my way-”
“Wait! I mean…may I have your number before you go?” This time she didn’t step any closer giving you some room to breathe not wanting to come off any stronger than she already is. You can tell she had to mentally work up to it, the tips of her ears were red.
Excited but trying to keep calm you give her your number…well your work number. You accidentally made your business number your personal number and never went back after you print out 500 business cards, which was also too many business cards!
Since that day you haven’t talked to Vi…traditionally at least. She’s been ordering bouquets from your shop and shipping it to meet you in the morning. The meanings behind each beautiful and unique!
This bouquet had carnations, peonies and baby’s breath! Which confused you when you first saw them, typically she’s put some violet or lavender in there…
Maybe it was a signal to call her, or her affections has changed?
You were going to call truly but your nerves got the best of you! So when your car was ready you were going to surprise her!
Vi is under the impression you weren’t interested in her advanced until she could hear the click of your heels as you try to walk as quietly as possible. It’s hard for someone as radiant as you to go unnoticed.
“Hey sweet thing, ready for your car?” She says softly mustering her small smile.
Before she could go on you hand her a bouquet that was behind your back. It was filled with violets, iris’s, lavender, gardenias and peonies with some sticks to add a rustic flare to it.
“I know I haven’t called nor given any action to your affections but I don’t want you to think they go unnoticed! Especially after you started to stop sending violets and lavenders I knew I had to do something. I would be naive to act as though I’m not attracted to you but-”
Vi cuts you off by waving her hand in the air, “thank you, y/n I appreciate it and you don’t have to explain yourself. I’m a woman of action and you babe are showing out.” She smiles as she takes the boquete. “Y’know I’ve never been given flowers? I…thank you.” She holds them closer to her chest.
Ever since then y’all have been spending your free time together. The workers at your shop love when Vi comes by. She’s always being snacks and good conversation! At first the guys at the shop were slightly annoyed by your presence but when you brought baked goods along with flowers for Vi, you were welcomed.
Vi pulled up to your shop after hours knowing you were closing. “Sweet thing you ready?” She smirks as she revs her motorcycle. Although she looks so hot on it you hate being on it with her but she always takes you home.
“Course pretty” you say with a smile and sway in your hips as you get on the back.
You two have a spot. It’s a cozy cliff on this mountain. It’s a bit of a drive but y’all don’t mind. The two of you set up blankets and food as you lay back and gaze at the stars…well you were. Vi was too busy staring your face off. Realizing she hasn’t been replying to your rambling you turn to her and stare back going to caress her cheek.
She’s at home with you. You validate her butchness as she to your femmeness. No one has ever been all that interested in her work, especially to the extent of helping her fix her dream car. You’re there for her and she’s here for you.
Vi has always been described as a courageous woman but when it comes to you? She’s a fucking wimp! The two of you have been taking it slow due to the courting process but she knew tonight was the night. The night she’d ask you to be yours…to try not to say that she loves you because she does. She can feel it in her gut.
“You okay Violet?” She melts when you say her name, the only person she wants to hear say it. She rolls on top of you, somewhat putting her weight on you, more her chest.
“Can you feel that? That’s how my heart beats everytime I’m around you. Which is concerning because I’m around you a lot!” She snorts causing you to laugh a little. You nuzzle your face into hers and you let her fingers entangle into yours.
“Be mine. I can’t live another second without you as mine, my counterpart, my femme, just mine.” She breathed as if she was letting a weight off her shoulders she didn’t know she had.
If she’d was quicker to open her eyes she’d see how excited you are. Impatient as you are you kiss her. The kiss starts off slow, just your lips pressed together awkwardly as you try to stop smiling.
Vi grips your hands tighter as she presses closer, biting your lip. She doesn’t want to mean to make the kiss sloppy but she can’t help but explore you.
Her tongue presses and wraps itself around yours. You mumble her name and her breathe hicks. Her bulge presses against your thigh softly rutting as she kisses you.
You wrap a leg around her causing your skirt to fall some and she moves a hand to grip your thigh. Even though this kiss is moving fast there’s restraint from both end.
You break away to breathe a string of saliva following. “Should we go?” You whisper and she nuzzles into your neck groaning a yes.
The two of you are new to peace, especially a peace you two could provide each other. However you’re willing to get tangled into each other.
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A/N: i got nervous writing it teehee!! I hope you enjoyed @milanyas <3 I’m definitely going to expand on this idea because I lowkey feel like it could’ve been longer but I didn’t know how and I didn’t really want smut? I’ll probably make an imagine for you dolls!
Taglist- @manfuckthisimout @bambishaven @femme-historian @furrytaesss
Dividers- @8bbitbunni
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musclesandhammering · 2 days ago
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(sorry, I had to respond in a reblog because I ran out of characters in my reply)
I’m sorry if I had an attitude with my reply!! I feel bad about commenting now cause I usually make a point not to bring my anti attitude onto pro posts & vice versa. I really did get a laugh out of it just because of my *insert shocked Mr krabs meme* when I realised we were on different pages lol- not because I thought your tags were wrong, just because I expected it to go in a different direction.
I probably did let some passive aggression slip in there, though, just because I always feel like Dean is largely a fandom sweetheart (especially among shippers) and usually when he’s criticised, it’s met with outrage and accusations. I should’ve been more careful not to project that onto your post, though, because i don’t even disagree with anything you mentioned.
Like… people trying to make Sam into the one who always pushed back against John and stood up for the “good” monsters and tried to protect Jack and didn’t want to kill demon vessels, while Dean did all the opposite? Yeah, definitely not. Part of the complexity of their dynamic is that they were both problematic in different ways and a lot of their issues overlap. I SO agree with you on that.
That being said, I will mention that a large part of my issue with both the character and the fans (not you in specific, I’m just speaking generally) is the exact thing you made the post about- just in the opposite direction. People insisting certain things about him are hard canon when they’re either strongly up to interpretation or just flat out fanon. I see the things I mentioned as examples of this.
And I really think like 80% of it (particularly the early seasons stuff- the porn thing and the slut shaming and jailbait comments etc etc) is that, at the time, the writers just genuinely didn’t see anything wrong with any of that stuff, so they didn’t intend those things to be negative traits on Dean’s part. They just wanted to give him some edginess and some funny one liners. Which is annoying but understandable. But now we can look back at it and say “yea so that was.. iffy” and it results in some Dean fans either calling it ooc (which.. unfortunately, it’s not) or twisting themselves into knots to explain why those things weren’t actually that bad or he only said them because of internalised whatever whatever etc… that’s a bit irritating.
The only other issues I have are how some deangirls have a slight disconnect when it comes to his actual personality (ie emphasising his protectiveness/brotherly love and brushing over his domineering behaviour and anger issues). But I mean samgirls and casgirls do that too- it’s just kinda natural to focus on your fav’s best traits and ignore their worst ones.
The other thing is his sexuality. …Listen. I’m queer myself so I know how frustrating it is to see such a perfect opportunity to make a character bi/gay- to see so many little hints and offhand comments that could have been developed into something if the writers weren’t cowards- and have to admit that all those bits of “evidence” never got solidified into anything… but they just didn’t. I’m being completely genuine. It’s so so easy to read Dean as bi via interpretational subtext, and I don’t disagree with anyone doing that… but canonically? He’s not. It’s a missed opportunity and it’s unfair as hell but he’s just not. Jensen has said he’s straight, the writers have, Dean himself has. Every bit of bi evidence can be explained away as a joke or coincidence.
And it really pains me to say that, because I get why people are so ready to die on the “Dean was intentionally queer coded” hill. But stating it as a fact, calling anyone who disagrees homophobic, letting the writers off the hook for chickening out by deluding themselves into believing bi!Dean is as good as canon when it likely never will be?? It’s so annoying. Especially when there’s other characters who (imo) were a bit more intentionally queer coded (like sam) or were outright confirmed to be lgbtq (like cas).
Again, I’m not shading you with any of this, cause I have no idea if you’ve said any of those things before. I’m just ranting out my opinions. I’d love to see your take on it, though! Seriously, I think it’s really cool that you were so nice about it and I’m really interested to hear your thoughts!!
(Reading back over this, I feel like my tone here sounds a little standoffish too, but I swear it’s not! I just don’t know how to convey emotions on the internet!! 😂😭)
so much supernatural discourse boils down to claiming a thing we actually see dean do on the show is something he would not do, claiming a thing we see dean specifically not do on the show is something he would do, claiming something all the main characters do is something dean alone is doing, or claiming something sam does on the show is something dean did.
and im so confused. because the answer is comically simple and it's a thing we all allegedly love doing and that is... watching supernatural?
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reingkings · 2 days ago
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Gi-hun can’t hold grudges, and what that means for Inhun/457.
I was thinking of this the other day. I myself don’t consider myself to be the type of person who holds grudges, but looking at Gi-hun I feel like he puts me to shame.
Disclaimer: I don’t hate the following characters this is just an analysis.
Example A: Sae-byeok. We all love her in the fandom, but if you think about it– Gi-hun only knew her a couple of days. The first time they met, she stole from him causing him a lot of trouble. When they met again, she didn’t even apologize and was generally rude. And yet, Gi-him was willing to put his life on the line to defend her from 101. And then, he was willing to fight Sang-woo for her. He goes on to take care of her brother for her.
Example B: Speaking of Sang-woo, he betrayed Gi-hun pretty early on during dalgona. I think to some extent Gi-hun knew this but he still let it go. He only got angry when Sang-woo pushed the other player during the bridge game, then with Sae-byeok. And yet, even in the end when Sang-woo tried to kill him (and stabbed him through the hand) and he needed the money for his mother’s treatment. But he was willing to leave the money so they could both leave alive.
Example C: The loan shark. Dude literally beat him up, humiliated him, and made him sign an agreement to sell his organs. And yet, in season 2, Gi-huh is willing to team up with them and pay them to help find the Salesman.
Example D: Jung-bae. Jung-bae is definitely another favorite, and I think we definitely have a bias towards him, but objectively he was not the greatest friend. For one, he was the one who introduced Gi-hun to horse racing, precipitating Gi-hub’s money troubles. When Gi-hun needed his help, he also didn’t lend Gi-hun money for his mother’s treatment (I don’t think he necessarily was to blame for her death, but it is a huge disappointment). They fell out of contact and reunited in the game, where he betrayed Gi-hun again by voting O. This is particularly cold-hearted when you think about the fact that the money pool would only only climb if more players die the next game. That’s what the O’s bank on. Yet, Gi-hun was never able to stay angry, and trusted him to the very end.
It kind of shows that Gi-hun can’t really distinguish from good or bad, and he is uniquely soft-hearted. If someone kicked while he was down, he would probably apologize.
To someone like In-ho, who pretty much seems to be the opposite of Gi-hun in every possible way, I think this kind of attitude makes him angry. But I think at the same time it’s what causes his obsession. In a self-indulgent evil world with bored rich people, organ traffickers, and cannibals (probably) — a person like Gi-hun is an impossibility.
Therefore, in order to satisfy his curiosity, In-ho has to test the boundaries of Gi-hun’s humanity. He’s willing to indulge Gi-hun without letting him escape. (For example, I don’t think it’s a coincidence that the Salesman was at the airport when Gi-hun was ready to leave for America. This has In-ho written all over it). He lets Gi-hun join the games, but he won’t let him keep the tracker. He lets the players vote each round, but ensures the X’s are never the majority. He lets Gi-hun stage a rebellion, but won’t let him succeed.
And yet, In-ho would rather let Gi-hun think he died than reveal to Gi-hun that he is the Frontman – arguably something that would hurt him even more.
Is this subconsciously a way out that he’s leaving himself? He knows Gi-hun could forgive him being a coward, because Gi-hun is capable of forgiving anything.
Or is it something worse. I think if you meet someone that can forgive anything, then the most special existence to that person — isn’t it the one person they are capable of hating?
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practicalsuccubus · 2 days ago
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Just some Incorrect Quotes lol
Chase: The first time I saw you, you stole my heart. Nox: But I'm a kleptomaniac, so that doesn't mean anything. ~ Nox: BE A BETTER PERSON! Chase: WHY?! Nox: BECAUSE SOMEONE NEEDS TO HAVE MORALS IN THIS RELATIONSHIP, AND IT SURE AS FUCK AIN'T GONNA BE ME, SWEETHEART! ~ Nox: Ugh, crushes are so dumb. Chase: I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid. Nox: But you’re always acting stupid? Chase: ... Chase: Yeah, don’t think about that too hard. ~ Chase: You have to apologize to them, Buddy. Nox: Fine! But I must warn you that this might make me a better, nicer person and that is NOT the person you fell in love with! ~ Nox: Look at me straight in the eyes and tell me the truth, Chase! Chase: You can’t expect me to look into your eyes and be straight. ~ Chase, talking about Nox: WHAT THE FUCK I WAS ARGUING WITH BUDDY AND I SAID “OOH YOU WANNA KISS ME SO BAD” AND GUESS WHAT? HE DID. HE KISSED ME. WHAT THE FUCK WHAT DO I DO.
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theocddiaries · 2 days ago
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[Stone arrives home, where Shadow is preparing a sandwich in the kitchen] Stone: Hi, there! There's my little star! Making yourself a snack because you must be starving after all that basketball practice, huh? Shadow: Actually, according to Maddie, this is called stress cooking. Stone: Stress? Why, sweetheart? Is Ivo too hard as a coach? I knew I should’ve stayed to help out. Shadow: I can’t really tell if Ivo’s too hard or not because he kicked me off the team. Stone: What!? Shadow: It's okay. You know I only signed up because of Sonic. And if I’m as bad as Ivo says, it’s better I’m out so I don’t embarrass myself in front of him. [heads to his room] Stone: Shadow, sweetheart, no-- Robotnik [arrives home]: Hello, family. Stone [stern]: Ivo, do you know what the kid just told me? Robotnik: What kid? Stone: Shadow. Robotnik: Oh… who knows. I bet it’s about his latest hyperfixation, whatever that is. Stone: It’s astronomy, and if you listened even a little, you’d know that. Just like you’d know how important it was for him to play on a team with people he could relate to. Robotnik: Oh, this is about basketball? Stone, it’s nothing personal. The kid is just plain terrible. Let me put it in simple terms so you can understand: remember that hemorrhoid I had? When they removed it, I felt amazing. It’s the same now that I’ve “removed” him from the team. Stone: And where did they put that hemorrhoid? In the empty space in your chest? Because you clearly don’t have a heart! How can you call a kid that!? Robotnik: I mean, I didn’t call him that to his face. I’m saying it now because it's the two of us. To his face, I told him he was a complete failure. Stone: And you think that’s better!? Do you even comprehend how excited he was to play with Sonic? Robotnik [narrows his eyes] Stone: …and the rest of his friends? You’re going to re-admit him. Robotnik: No, I am not. Stone: Ivo, as the first coach, I demand that you re-admit him! Robotnik: And as the first coach after you, I refuse to re-admit him! Stone: Yes, you will! Robotnik: No, I won’t! Stone: We’ll see about that! Robotnik: Yes, we will see! [storms out, slamming the door. Comes back in, confused]: Where am I going? I just got here. I got so caught up in the moment, I just really wanted to slam a door, you know? Anyway, have you made me some snack? [sees the sandwich Shadow was making earlier]: Oooh, yummy! Stone: …
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zylokv · 3 days ago
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CIGARETTES AFTER... — park jhyo
❝ you’ve got me exactly where you want me, don’t you? ❞
synopsis — a chance collaboration with jihyo leads to more than just chart-topping hits. between late-night studio sessions, unspoken tensions, and a celebration that turns unexpectedly intimate, the lines between professional and personal begin to blur
word count ! — 2.3k
— park jihyo x reader !
genre — oneshot.
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the room was dimly lit, the faint hum of the air conditioning barely masking the quiet anticipation that lingered in the air. as you stepped inside, the sharp scent of polished wood and freshly brewed coffee greeted you. jihyo stood near the grand piano, her posture relaxed yet poised, a small notebook cradled in her hands. she glanced up at you with a welcoming smile, her presence radiant without trying too hard.
"you made it," she said, her voice carrying warmth and ease, like you’d known each other for years.
you shrugged, pulling the strap of your bag off your shoulder and setting it down on a nearby chair. "couldn't exactly say no when the jihyo asked for a collaboration," you replied, your tone teasing yet sincere.
her laugh was soft, a little shy, but it carried the kind of confidence that came with knowing she deserved the compliment. "flattery works, but i’m hoping your skills do too."
you chuckled, pulling out your laptop and a pack of cigarettes from your bag. glancing at the ‘no smoking’ sign on the wall, you slipped the pack back into your pocket, but not before jihyo noticed. her lips quirked into a faint smirk.
"bad habit?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.
"occupational hazard," you replied, settling into the chair across from her. "helps me think."
jihyo nodded, setting her notebook down on the piano and taking a seat beside it. "so, you listened to the demo?"
"yeah," you said, opening your laptop and scrolling through your notes. "it’s good—great, actually. but i think we can push it further. make it... rawer."
"rawer?" she repeated, her brow furrowing slightly. "how so?"
you leaned back, studying her. "the lyrics— they’re personal, right? i can hear it in your voice. but the production? it’s too clean. too polished. if we strip it down, let your voice carry the weight, it’ll hit harder."
jihyo was quiet for a moment, her eyes locked on yours as she processed your words. then, she nodded slowly. "i see what you mean. but... being that vulnerable? it’s a little intimidating."
"it’s what makes it real," you said, your voice low and steady. "people want to feel like you’re singing to them, about them. give them that, and they’ll never forget it."
she smiled, a small, genuine curve of her lips. "you’re good at this."
"i try," you replied with a smirk. "so, let’s hear what you’ve got so far."
jihyo moved to the piano, her fingers brushing over the keys before she began to play. her voice filled the room, rich and emotive, each note carrying a weight that made you stop and really listen. she sang with a vulnerability that was rare in this industry, and for a moment, you were completely caught up in the sound.
when she finished, the room fell into a thick silence, the kind that only follows something extraordinary.
"damn," you said finally, exhaling a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. "you weren’t kidding about this being personal."
jihyo laughed softly, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. "yeah, well... it’s kind of terrifying to put it out there."
"that’s how you know it’s good," you said, standing up and moving toward the piano. "but let’s work on the arrangement. the melody’s strong, but i think we can strip it back even more."
the two of you spent the next few hours tweaking the song, your ideas bouncing off each other in an easy rhythm. jihyo was sharp, quick to pick up on your suggestions and add her own twist. it was rare to find an artist who was not only talented but also collaborative, and you couldn’t help but admire her even more for it.
at one point, you stepped outside for a quick smoke break, needing a moment to clear your head. the night air was cool against your skin as you lit a cigarette, the flicker of the flame briefly illuminating your face. you took a slow drag, the nicotine settling your nerves, before exhaling a plume of smoke into the dark.
"thought you might’ve bailed," jihyo’s voice came from behind you.
you turned to see her standing in the doorway, her arms crossed and a playful smile on her lips. "needed a minute," you said, holding up the cigarette. "bad habit, remember?"
"so you keep saying," she replied, stepping closer. "but i have to admit, you’ve got a certain... charm about you."
"charm?" you echoed, raising an eyebrow. "coming from you, that’s saying something."
jihyo laughed, the sound soft and melodic. "don’t let it go to your head."
"too late," you said with a grin, taking another drag before stubbing out the cigarette on the wall. "ready to get back to it?"
"always," she said, her eyes meeting yours briefly before she turned and headed back inside.
as the night wore on, the atmosphere in the studio shifted. the professional boundaries blurred ever so slightly, the late hour and shared laughter creating a quiet intimacy. jihyo’s guard slipped just enough for you to catch glimpses of the woman behind the idol—the one who was just as passionate and driven as you were.
by the time you wrapped up the session, the song had transformed into something raw and powerful, a reflection of the connection you’d built over the course of the night. as jihyo gathered her things, she turned to you with a small, grateful smile.
"thanks for pushing me," she said softly. "i think this might be the best thing i’ve ever worked on."
"that makes two of us," you replied, your voice equally low. "same time tomorrow?"
she nodded, her eyes lingering on yours for a moment longer than necessary. "yeah. see you then."
as you watched her walk out of the studio, a faint smile tugging at your lips, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of something much bigger—both professionally and personally.
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the studio became your second home over the next few weeks. every day brought a new dynamic between you and jihyo—playful teasing, heated debates over arrangements, and those rare moments of unspoken understanding when the music seemed to create itself. despite the long hours, neither of you ever seemed to tire of the process. it felt more like art than work, and with jihyo, the energy was infectious.
she was a perfectionist, often caught pacing the room or scribbling new ideas in her notebook while humming under her breath. but there was also the side of her that laughed loudly at your terrible jokes or playfully scolded you when you teased her about a missed note.
“you’re worse than the trainers,” she huffed one evening, plopping down on the couch beside you. she crossed her arms, a mock pout on her lips, but the glint in her eyes betrayed her amusement.
“you hired me for my ears, not my tact,” you shot back, leaning back with a smug grin. “besides, someone’s got to keep you on your toes.”
“oh, and you think that’s you?” she challenged, sitting up straighter, her gaze narrowing.
“i know it is,” you replied smoothly, holding her gaze. the tension lingered for a beat too long, and she looked away, laughing softly to break the moment.
“you’re impossible,” she muttered, shaking her head, but her smile remained.
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on the day of her solo pre-release, jihyo was a ball of energy. she flitted around the studio, double-checking mixes and fussing over the smallest details. you watched her from the corner of the room, cigarette perched between your fingers, the faint haze of smoke curling upward.
“do you ever stop with that?” she asked, pointing at the cigarette as she crossed her arms.
“do you ever stop worrying?” you countered, taking a slow drag before stubbing it out. “the track’s perfect, jihyo. you’ve done everything you can.”
she sighed, running a hand through her hair. “i know. it’s just... what if it doesn’t connect? what if i—”
“hey,” you interrupted, stepping closer until you were standing right in front of her. “it’s going to connect. because it’s real, and it’s you. trust me.”
her eyes softened, and for a moment, the confident leader she usually projected on tv was replaced by someone far more vulnerable. “thanks,” she said quietly. “i needed to hear that.”
“anytime,” you replied, your voice equally soft.
the release was a massive success. jihyo’s solo dominated the charts within hours, her name trending worldwide. the celebration was planned quickly, the members of twice insisting on a gathering at their dorm. you arrived late, your schedule delayed by another session, but the noise and energy of the party hit you the moment you walked through the door.
“finally!” nayeon exclaimed, dragging you into the living room. “we were starting to think you’d bailed.”
“never,” you replied with a grin, glancing around for jihyo. she was by the drinks table, chatting animatedly with momo and sana, a glass of wine in hand. her eyes met yours across the room, and her smile brightened in a way that made your chest tighten.
“you’ve got competition,” nayeon teased, following your gaze. “jihyo’s been talking about you non-stop.”
“noted,” you said, smirking as you made your way toward her.
jihyo greeted you with a raised glass, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol and excitement. “look who decided to show up!” she said, her tone teasing but warm.
“had to make an entrance,” you replied, handing her the small gift you’d picked up on your way. “for the star of the night.”
she opened it eagerly, revealing a personalized notebook with her name embossed on the cover. “you didn’t have to,” she said, her smile softening as she ran her fingers over the cover.
“i wanted to,” you replied simply.
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the celebration had been a roaring success, laughter echoing through the walls of the private venue. twice’s voices carried energy and excitement, jihyo at the heart of it all, glowing with pride from her successful solo debut. you had stayed by her side most of the night, quietly content with seeing her bask in the recognition she deserved.
but as the party wound down, you both found yourselves stepping out onto the balcony, the cool night air a stark contrast to the warmth of the room you’d left behind. jihyo leaned against the railing, her smile softening as she stared out over the twinkling cityscape.
“needed some air?” you asked, your voice low.
“yeah,” she said, turning her head to you. “it’s a lot... in a good way. but still, a lot.”
you pulled out a cigarette from your jacket pocket and lit it, taking a long drag before offering it to her. her eyes flicked to it, hesitating.
“does it help? is that your only guilty pleasure? what else?” she teased, but there was a curiosity in her tone.
“smoking,” you sarcastically replied, taking a drag. “but you already know.”
“besides that,” she said, rolling her eyes but smiling. “something... less self-destructive.”
“you,” the word slipped out before you could stop it, and you saw her freeze for a moment, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink.
“you’re drunk,” she said, but her voice was softer, her eyes not meeting yours.
“not enough to lie,” you replied, stepping closer until there was barely any space between you. “jihyo, you’re... incredible. on stage, in the studio, here... it’s kind of hard not to notice.”
she looked up at you, her expression unreadable. “you’re bold when you drink,” she said finally, a small smile tugging at her lips.
“maybe,” you admitted. “but that doesn’t mean i don’t mean it.”
“jihyo,” you started, but the way she turned to face you fully stopped you mid-sentence. the soft glow of the city lights outlined her features, her expression open but unreadable.
“what?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
you didn’t answer with words. instead, you leaned in, testing the waters with a touch—a hand brushing her waist, your lips ghosting over hers. her breath hitched, and for a split second, you thought she might pull away. but then she leaned in, her hands finding their way to the lapels of your jacket, pulling you closer.
the cigarette fell from your fingers, forgotten as her kiss deepened, her lips soft but urgent against yours. the taste of smoke lingered between you, mingling with the sweetness of her.
the balcony’s quiet became your cocoon, shielding you from the world beyond. her fingers tangled in your hair, your hands gripping her waist, the kiss growing hungrier with every passing moment.
when you finally pulled apart, her chest rose and fell rapidly, her lips slightly swollen. she laughed softly, the sound laced with disbelief and something deeper.
“you’re... something else,” she murmured, shaking her head.
“is that a good thing?” you asked, your voice rougher now.
she didn’t answer, instead pulling you back in for another kiss, her smile pressing against yours.
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the air between you two was electric, charged with anticipation. every time your eyes met, a spark seemed to jump between you, igniting something deeper. she was close now, just a breath away, her lips hovering, tempting, as if asking you to bridge the gap.
“you’re killing me with that look,” she murmured, voice low and almost teasing, her hand resting on your chest, fingers tracing the outline of your shirt. it was the smallest of touches, but it sent a wave of heat through you.
you smirked, leaning in slightly, your lips brushing against hers in a soft, slow kiss. the heat of it spread like wildfire, burning through any distance that remained between you. her hands found their way to your neck, pulling you deeper, a subtle command. you responded, matching the urgency in her movements, your hand sliding down her back, feeling the warmth of her skin through the fabric.
the kiss grew hungrier, more intense. each brush of her lips against yours was like a spark, setting off a chain reaction. you both leaned into it, letting the kiss deepen, your lips pressing harder as your bodies drew closer. there was no space left between you, just the undeniable pull that seemed to guide every movement, every touch.
your breath quickened, your hand finding the small of her back, pressing her even closer, your heart racing as the air between you thickened with the promise of more. she gasped against your lips as your fingers trailed down, grazing the curve of her waist, feeling the heat radiating off her skin. her touch was soft but insistent, hands slipping beneath your shirt, fingers tracing the contours of your chest.
“you sure know how to make a girl lose control,” she whispered between kisses, her breath warm against your skin.
you chuckled, the sound low and full of meaning. “maybe I’m just getting started,” you teased, your voice rough with desire.
her hands slid up to your shoulders, pulling you toward her, closing the distance even further. her lips parted for a moment, as if she was about to say something, but instead, she kissed you again, more deeply this time, her tongue teasing at your lips. you responded immediately, your hand finding its way to her hair, pulling her closer, fingers tangling in the strands as you lost yourself in the kiss.
the room seemed to disappear around you, leaving only the two of you, wrapped in the heat of the moment. everything about this felt right—the closeness, the shared desire, the unspoken connection that had been building for so long.
you slowly broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes, your foreheads resting together as you both breathed heavily. the silence between you was comfortable, full of promise. she smiled, a slow, seductive curve of her lips.
“you’ve got me exactly where you want me, don’t you?” she murmured, her fingers trailing along your jawline.
you grinned, your thumb brushing over her bottom lip. “you have no idea,” you whispered back, your voice thick with anticipation.
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later, when the night had melted into the early hours of the morning, you found yourselves tangled together in your room, the aftermath of passion leaving you both breathless. the intimacy lingered as you reached for another cigarette, lighting it with a shaky hand.
jihyo propped herself up on one elbow, watching you. “you really are full of surprises,” she said, her tone teasing but warm.
you exhaled a plume of smoke, offering the cigarette to her once more. this time, she didn’t hesitate. she took it, her lips brushing against your fingers, the act feeling far more intimate than it should have.
the two of you shared the quiet moment, the cigarette passing back and forth as the first light of dawn began to creep through the curtains. neither of you spoke, the silence filled with an understanding that didn’t need words.
when the cigarette burned down to its final ember, she leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “don’t ever stop surprising me,” she whispered.
“so... this changes things,” she said, her voice raspy.
“only if you want it to,” you replied, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
“i think i do,” she said, leaning in for another kiss.
and with that, the night faded, leaving behind the memory of smoke, laughter, and the beginning of something neither of you could quite name yet. ----
a/n — just jihyo smoking... lol i wrote this last night having been inspired while out with friends.
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mrs-monaghan · 2 days ago
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Not to go into detail and make this long but I remember how a while ago, I was in your blog and I came across you saying;
But, it is of my personal opinion that if they broke up it would destroy JK. Jimin would be heartbroken and devastated too but it would hit JK harder.
And now that we found out Jungkook was the one to sign up for the buddy system and wrote Jimins name for who he wanted to be his partner.
https://x.com/thekmlogic/status/1881424425972814167?s=46&t=DiZ6pHHxW3ahpd70quaKnA
And it really does prove your point to a whole other level. Not that I needed another reason to believe it but because this type of love doesn’t exist for “just friends” and I’ll never know why or how people don’t see it.
We seen how deeply not having Jimin there effected Jungkook. The man was crying on live..
They went on vacations for AYS together, even back to Juju Island again, without V. Who knows about Busan after the last Juju trip.
They could last 18 months away from friends, family, ARMY, but never each other.
That’s why they’re still out and about together even on vacation.
https://x.com/stopkookminpls/status/1882055760152347025?s=46&t=DiZ6pHHxW3ahpd70quaKnA
Vmin. JiHope. Namkook. JinKook.
(My baby, Yoongi isn’t an option.)
So many close friends in BTS who could have went together. Nobody but Jikook went together. Is that not a sign something is different compared to the others?
Anybody could have went with Namjoon seeing how bad he’s struggling to be happy but no.. At the end of the day, this is just more proof on how real their relationship is.
Oh yeah! 1300% So many reasons to believe in Jikook but enlisting together... that was... that was definitely something. From what I've heard, K-taekookers stopped existing after get out of your imagination happened. Then we lost more vermin after GCF. Matter of fact many of them became jkkrs. (Unfortunately that's also when so many more were created thanks to tkk-lives, but whatever) Then more were lost after Rosebowl. And some more left after the talk during ITS 1. and of course we lost a good number after the Taennie walk in Paris. A few more left after AYS dropped but not enough stopped shipping tkk when Jikook enlisted together. But if you ask me, this is what should have had them all leaving fr fr. This... enlisting together was no small fit. Not only has it never been done before, but they really didn't have to. You know? Like u said, RM too should have enlisted with a member if it doesn't carry as much weight as we jkkrs think it does. Know it does.
It was a huge risk they took but they did it anyway because to them it was necessary.
JIKOOK👏🏽IS👏🏽MOTHERFUCKIN👏🏽REAL!!!👏🏽
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So, anon is talking about this post. And while there are deeper reasons connected with their enlistment, we already know how bored JK can be without Jimin. We've seen it
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(Thanks @chicknbunny13 😘)
Sidebar: boyfriend V is right there on his phone doing nothing and yet, JK is bored out of his mind. Hmm 🤔✍🏽✍🏽✍🏽✍🏽
We've seen it with every single time he came live only when Jimin left the country, talking about how he got bored and missed us.
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JK is a lying liar who lies 😂 but we forgive him. If I had a Jimin I would do the same 🤣
So back to your tweet, anon. My friends and I did suspect that that's what the numbers on their helmets meant
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But there was no way to be sure. All we knew to be fact was that it had to have been JK's idea.
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What i love about being a Joker is that, we are never wrong. We have earned the right to be cocky. You know what I mean?
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It's what happens when you actually stan the real couple. Couples, have patterns. That's why the vermin are always changing their stories... nothing about being a tkkr is consistent. Their theories change overnight depending on what they discover or decide to make up that day.
Meanwhile, Jikook are predictable because they are the true couple. And that's why when we make guesses we are rarely ever wrong.
Thanks for the tweets anon. Support Jikook for clear skin
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Damn, they're fine as hell!
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what’s with you and the Elon thing?
if anyone did that gesture in basically any scenario it’d be seen as questionable at best. I don’t think he’s necessarily a crypto-nazi, but I do think it was an intentional statement of edgelord-ism to rile people up
Why are you going to bat for this guy? It can’t just be contrarianism, you seem genuinely passionate.
personally, I’m no friend of the SJ people, but I don’t think they’re crying wolf this time. Im not sure how to prove my truthfulness, but I was strongly against eg: 2020 BLM, defund the police, Daniel Penny arrest, and so on.
it is more important to believe things that are true than it is to believe things that are mean, even if they are mean about someone you don't like
any situation in which a large group of people are belligerently declaring "How dare you say we should believe things that are true instead of things that are mean! Anyone who cares about anything other than believing things that are mean is despicable and should be destroyed!" is a bad one
people are aggressively, openly, proudly throwing away all capacity for reason, and winning because they are inherently entitled to win for doing that. this makes me sad.
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theegemini92 · 2 days ago
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I’m repeating myself again… don’t say you fuvk with Tamlin and don’t fully see or understand him. I have never seen a post where someone would call Rhys a narcissist when he is the perfect example of it.
Narcissism involves self-centered, arrogant thinking and behavior, and a lack of empathy.
This is the definition of Rhysand lint butroller
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People’s view of Tamlin is Formed from feyre POV especially when he has people to look after, an army at his border, less equipped people to fight. I have seen a mother of triplets before now imagine 100s and thousands of people relying on you right after a deadly curse.
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I’d like to know where Tamlin criticized anyone. He never expresses disapproval of another aka feyre. blamed her, correct her, nitpick, or fix her. As we all recall he didn’t pay close attention to her enough to even do that. Is that not the whole point?
Exploitation? You mean the tithing? Or the part that he gave enough to the archerons to be able to afford three war ships? How do you exploit someone socially when she closes herself off or when the king of hybern wants her? Emotionally yes I can admit that but it went both ways when the other didn’t open up?
What friends did Feyre have to isolate her from? She didn’t express her willingness to visit her family either.
Support networks by the abuser? Boundary violation? Did Feyre set any? Remember when she came back from NC tried to get Lucien by flirting and never once did Tamlin even initiate anything with her…
Blame shifting? Are you fuvking kidding me? So this male had no right to blame Rhysand for his illirate gf leaving? Knowing he has mind controlling powers and hates him?
I’d be in an emotional roller coaster if I have children to look after with no support and a country to run.
I can admit Tamlin has his faults. I will never say he’s innocent. But when you haven’t gotten his side of the story this conclusion will never ever be accurate. Until tam which I know sjm will make him look bad, admit his faults he will never be a narcissist or lack empathy. Because where is the empathy for Tamlin? Why does no one care for his feelings? Why is he suppose to bend and break for others? If he lacked empathy he won’t have gotten blood on his hands for Lucien, taken refugees in. Give alis and her nephews a place in his home.
I can admit that Tamlin is the person that has followed the rules and yet came up short and doesn’t understand why. He is the typical look of the hero, fair upright, just, RULE FOLLOWER and Rhys is the dark bad one. So it goes to show that because Rhys is “bad” everyone is expects his mediocrity while Tamlin is STILL being punished for not holding up the mantle when he after all is still flesh and bone. So as readers, even those who claim to see him are still condemning him.
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I can partially agree to this where life isn’t always order and can be chaotic However the world is still full of order and laws. Especially as a leader. There are structures in prythian just because we see the NC look easy going doesn’t mean all the other courts don’t abide by rules. Then the lady of autumn has wasted her life since it was so easy for Feyre. Again Tamlin is the “hero” trope but giving what Spring was going through at that time was not picture perfect.. like what are you saying? 🤣 velaris was untouched had no army knocking at the door how was that perfect?
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What about him?
Again how would he when his people needed him when Hubert was there, you don’t even know what he was doing when the twins were over. WE DONT KNOW EVERYTHING…
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So why is this even a point if she was also doing it to him?
I will end by saying to me Tamlin did his best. He is no innocent but that is only for his perspective until then he is innocent and I stand by that. If Rapesand girlies can stand 10 toes for a narc like him I will for Tamlin. To me he did what many of us would’ve done in his situation or worse. He and feyre are a typical example of double standards in a relationship. Where she ain’t even held accountable for her actions towards him.
If my country is burning I don’t expect my president to be cuddling his depressed traumatic wife. I know that will sound harsh to people but he is in power for my needs not his and that’s a fact.
After all Rhysand can cause the genocide of the winter court and feyre can commit war crimes to the sc but godforbid Tamlin locks her indoors. He’s labeled a freaking narcissist 🤦🏾‍♀️
He needs no redemption just a family a home warm and filled with love. He deserves that.
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jeonscatalyst · 2 days ago
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I still can't get over how sick Jimin was and how he powered through it, during AYS. They were in NY/CT for days, but we only saw 2 hours of their trip. They could have cut and let Jimin go to the doctor to get proper medicine, treatment and hydrated and then could resume filming and still have lots of footage to use, but he just powered through it. Going on walks and out on the boat,, etc, even as sick and dehydrated as he was, even running a fever and knowing he gets major motion sickness on top of it. He wanted to just soak up as much time with Jk as possible, even as sick as he was and keep filming to give Army something to watch while he was away. And his jealous hating fans can't even vote for his show cause Jk was there. Like? I know Jimin has side eyed these people and shaken his head in disappointment. How can you not be ashamed knowing you disappoint the man you claim to love, cause you can't respect his choices? I would bury my head in the sand knowing he is giving the biggest Boombastic side eye to me & die from embarrassment if I were them.
Hi anon,
There are so many things I admire about Jimin, and one of them is his endurance and resilience. Many others in his position would have chosen to cut things short, but Jimin didn’t. He didn’t even let his illness dampen the mood of the trip. And before some bitter person claims he was more interested in “feeding shippers” than taking care of his health…don’t.
Jungkook wasn’t lying when he said Jimin’s charm is his thoughtfulness and consideration. Jimin is thoughtful and selfless to a fault. I’m sure he did everything in his power to push through because he understood the importance of other people’s time. He likely didn’t want to ruin the experience for Jungkook, who clearly needed that time away from his demanding schedule to relax, do things he loved, and enjoy good food. That’s who Jimin is…someone who always puts others before himself, as Namjoon has said. So, it wasn’t surprising to see him power through, no matter how bad he felt.
I can’t even imagine myself in his position. At the slightest inconvenience, my whole demeanor would change. Even if I stayed to continue the trip, I’d probably make it far less enjoyable for everyone. But Jimin didn’t. He powered through with grace and made sure it was still a good experience for everyone involved. He truly is amazing.
As for solos, I’ve said this before…solos don’t actually love the people they claim are their faves. They certainly don’t respect them or their choices. Loving and respecting someone means accepting them and their decisions, even if you don’t fully understand or agree with them. Solos are selfish and self-centered, using the members to boost their own egos. They don’t love the members for who they are; they love what the members are and what they represent.This is why solos lose their minds when their faves make choices that don’t align with their personal expectations. How do you claim to love Jimin or Jungkook while disrespecting something they both love and clearly enjoyed? How can you claim to care for someone, yet tear down the choices that bring them happiness and fulfillment just because they don’t align with what you wanted for them?
Solos often operate under this misguided sense of “protection,” thinking they have the right to dictate what their faves should or shouldn’t do. Honestly, I can’t take people like that seriously.
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pe11e-0hlinsrealsou1mate · 2 days ago
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I actually don’t like @jokinglydarkish and I think a least a few people can agree with me.
It’s pretty fucking obvious that they like Pelle and not just Pelle but Øystein and I don’t love Øystein but some of the art they make really pisses me off and here’s why.
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Godbrother? Bro you gotta be shitting me. Saying stuff like “thanks for the inspiration” isn’t bad but GODBROTHER?! Dude you never even met the guy. And I know some of you might say “Bro just leave her alone 😩”, listen, if I said something normal for once and I said the same thing yall would flip the fuck out.
“He means a lot to me.” 😐. Ofc that pisses me off but FUCK it’s really annoying. You already know what I’m gonna say and how I’m going to go ON about this but, tbh it’s pretty fucking obvious that she likes him.
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“I feel really good about how WE (her) could interact with Pelle.”, She is basically me but without the hate, she basically is saying she loves Pelle without saying she loves Pelle, so she makes these tiny hints like this and more, and she uses her art so people don’t really give a shit because if the art is good then no one cares.
The headcannon you have about Pelle in your head is that Pelle loves curly hair… and you have curly hair so it’s not really headcannon it’s just one of your little fantasies about Pelle playing with your hair. I could draw a photo of Pelle sleeping on me and say “Headcannon appeared in my head that Pelle accidentally falls asleep on ‘other people’.” When really it’s just one of my fantasies about him but I just reword it so it doesn’t seem like I like him so it isn’t really a headcannon it’s just one of your fantasies.
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And I know what you’re gonna say, “It’s just someone sharing their personal problems and you shouldn’t make fun of that.” I’m not making fun of it, it just pisses me off. When you put stuff on social media people WILL make fun of you or have a problem with it no matter how important the post is and how dear it is to you, and no matter how many times you say “you shouldn’t be rude to others online” people will still be rude no matter what, it’s always been like that and it’s most likely not gonna change, and if you can’t handle it then just don’t post or delete the app.
But anyway, back to what I was saying, it’s pretty obvious why I don’t like this but I honestly wish I didn’t hate this because I know people have certain celebrities that that are comforting to them but I kinda don’t give a fuck.
That’s all I have of them that makes me mad but I think it’s REALLY obvious that they like Pelle and maybe Øystein. Like I said, if I made these same damn posts y’all would shame me so bad and say I’m cringe but when someone else likes Pelle and they make stuff like this people don’t care. Also if anyone has a problem with me making this post, fuck off, I can make posts like this if I want to, it’s my opinion and I just hate this person and I KNOW some people that do hate her too. I also tried not to make any threats like I usually do which is rare. I have been contemplating if I should have made this post but I decided I will.
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grifffins · 3 hours ago
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🔮 The Fool’s Journey (Into Trouble) 🔮 | Ch. 3
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Lilia Calderu x fem!reader
wc: 4.6k (Chapter 3/?)
a/n: getting this chapter out tonight since it’s a bit shorter, but don’t worry, i’ll make it up to you in chapter 4. chapter 4 is where it’s really at, it’s gonna be super lilia-focused and way less coven-heavy. just a heads up, this one’s got mature themes again
Ch. 2
also on ao3
A few days passed, and things between me and Lilia stayed... the same. No mention of The Call, no weird tension, just business as usual. She put me to work, I did my job, and she didn’t avoid me anymore which, in my book, was progress. But deep down, I was dying.
I needed to talk to someone before I lost my mind, so I called an emergency coven meeting. And naturally, they were desperate for an update.
We were all gathered at Agatha’s place, lounging around in various states of anticipation. Jen had popcorn. Billy was practically vibrating with excitement. Alice looked like she was holding her breath.
I took a deep breath. “So... the other night, Lilia accidentally texted me, some sort of gibberish, and then she called me.”
Their eyes widened, leaning in like they were hearing the biggest gossip of the century.
I licked my lips. “And, uh... it wasn’t a normal call.”
Agatha narrowed her eyes. “Define not normal, y/n.”
I sighed. “There were... sounds. ”
Billy blinked. “...Sounds?”
“Sounds.” I repeated, face burning.
Jen’s mouth dropped open, eyes going wide. Alice gasped softly, her hands flying to her cheeks. And Agatha—oh, Agatha just stared at me like I’d personally betrayed her.
“y/n,” she whispered in horror.
I shifted uncomfortably. “Yeah.”
A beat of silence.
And then Agatha whipped a pillow at my head. “YOU IDIOT!”
“OW! What the hell, Agatha?!”
“You’ve been sitting on this information for days? ” she screeched. “Days?! And you’re telling us now?!”
“I needed time to process!” I defended, ducking as she threw another pillow.
Billy, still frozen, muttered under his breath, “Damn... didn’t know Lilia was freaky like that.”
“Guys!” I groaned, covering my face.
Jen, still in shock, finally shook her head and looked at me seriously. “y/n... are you sure she meant to call you?”
Alice, ever the calm one, frowned thoughtfully. “Maybe she thinks she just accidentally phoned you. You said she’s bad with technology, right?”
I blinked. “I mean... yeah, she is. She didn’t even know how to use emojis until last week.”
Agatha perked up. “Oh, this changes everything.”
I raised a brow. “What do you mean?”
Agatha grinned like a wolf. “What if she doesn’t know she called you?”
I shrugged. “Yeah I think that’s the case.”
Jen snapped her fingers. “Exactly. Maybe she thinks she just sent a random text. You could be sitting here, obsessing, and she’s none the wiser.”
Billy leaned in with an evil glint in his eyes. “We need to test it.”
I frowned. “Test it how?”
Agatha’s grin widened. “You need to... accidentally send her a nude.”
“WHAT?!” I nearly choked on my drink. “How did you even come to that conclusion?! No! Absolutely not!”
“Not a full nude, obviously,” Agatha said, rolling her eyes. “Something subtle. Lingerie. A little tease. Just enough to see how she reacts.”
Alice, looking scandalized, shook her head. “Guys, that’s not a good idea.”
Jen smirked. “It’s a great idea.”
“No, no, no—” I protested, but before I could stop them, Billy had already snatched my phone.
I lunged for it. “Billy! Don’t you—”
He was too fast, scrolling through my very private folder with an alarming lack of shame. “Damn, y/n, you’ve been holding out on us.”
I groaned. “GIVE IT BACK!”
Agatha peered over his shoulder. “That one.”
Billy grinned, holding up a picture of me in a black lace set—sexy, but not too much. It was just a hint of lace in the photo—suggestive but not overt. Elegant, subtle, and teasingly alluring, showing just enough to make an impression without baring it all.
“No way,” I said, shaking my head furiously. “No freaking way.”
Jen crossed her arms. “Y/n. If she doesn’t know she called you, this is your way of finding out if she’s really interested.”
Agatha smirked. “And if she does know she called you? Well...”
Alice groaned into her hands. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.”
Billy waggled my phone in front of me. “Y/n, you have to do this.”
I stared at the picture, my heart hammering. “This is insane.”
Agatha grinned. “It’s brilliant.”
Billy cheered, already typing. “Aaaaaand... send.”
I gasped. “YOU SENT IT?!”
The room exploded in chaos.
“Billy, you absolute menace!” I shouted, grabbing my phone back in horror.
“She’s going to kill me!”
Agatha grinned. “Or marry you.”
My phone buzzed. We all froze.
I stared at the screen.
Lilia: ...y/n?
I was going to die.
Billy snatched my phone away before I could even think about replying. “Don’t. Text. Back.”
I gasped, reaching for it. “Billy, give it back! I have to say something! ”
Jen grabbed my shoulders and shook me gently. “No, y/n! Let. Her. Stew.”
Agatha nodded sagely, sipping her wine like this was the most important strategic move of our lives. “Exactly. She needs time to process.”
Alice, looking like she wanted to crawl under the couch and disappear, sighed. “I feel like this is the worst advice ever.”
“THANK YOU,” I exclaimed, pointing at her. “Finally, some sense!”
But Agatha waved a dismissive hand. “No, no. Trust me, y/n. This is the best advice. If you text back too soon, it looks like you’re panicking.”
“I am panicking!” I hissed, pacing the room while Billy kept my phone at arm’s length.
Jen grinned. “Exactly, which is why you don’t text back. Make her wonder. Did you mean to send it? Did you not? Is this some kind of subtle seduction? The mystery will drive her wild.”
I groaned, dragging my hands down my face. “Guys, she’s going to think I’m a complete disaster.”
Agatha smirked. “y/n, sweetheart, you are a complete disaster. But a hot one. And that’s what matters.”
Billy checked my phone again, gasping dramatically. “Oh my God. She’s typing. ”
The room erupted.
“What?!” I nearly tackled him for the phone.
“She stopped typing,” he groaned. “She’s overthinking it.”
I clutched my chest. “I’m going to be sick.”
Alice gave me a sympathetic look. “You could just say it was an accident, you know.”
Agatha looked horrified. “Alice, no. We do not admit to accidents in this house.”
Jen grinned. “She sent that text for a reason. Maybe she was already thinking about it, and now she’s spiraling.”
I slumped onto the couch, burying my face in a pillow. “This is actual torture.”
Billy tossed me my phone. “Okay, fine. If you have to say something, keep it vague. Play it cool.”
I peeked at the screen again. Lilia’s message was still staring back at me.
I swallowed hard. “Okay. Okay. Something vague.”
Agatha leaned over. “Say: ‘Oops.’”
I gawked at her. “Oops?! ”
Jen snorted. “No, no. Say, ‘Wrong person.’”
Billy gasped. “Or just ‘Enjoy.’”
I groaned. “Oh my God, I hate all of you.”
Alice rubbed my back. “Just say something simple like, ‘Ignore that.’”
Agatha scoffed. “Boring. We need drama.”
I exhaled, staring at the keyboard, and against my better judgment, typed:
Me: I can explain.
I hit send before I could overthink it. “WHY DID I DO THAT?!”
Billy cackled. “No, that was perfect. ”
Agatha beamed. “y/n, I am so proud.”
My phone buzzed again.
Lilia: I’m listening.
I just sat there, scared and staring at the screen, heart pounding out of my chest. “What do I even say now?!”
Agatha grinned. “Well, y/n... you tell her exactly what she wants to hear.”
I groaned, clutching my phone like it was a ticking bomb. “Guys, what if it really was an accident? What if she doesn’t even feel that way about me? What if—”
Agatha didn’t even hesitate— WHAM. Another pillow hit me square in the face.
"Y/N.” She huffed, crossing her arms. “She saw you in that dress. She called you while touching herself. Even if it was an accident—which, yes, it probably was—she still went into your contact list and somehow ended up on your name while doing that. She was thinking about you. ”
I groaned into the pillow. “You don’t know that for sure.”
Jen rolled her eyes dramatically. “y/n, honey, if it were anyone else, maybe we'd doubt it. But it's Lilia. Do you know how many people she could’ve accidentally called? A client? Agatha? Billy?! ”
Billy grinned. “That would’ve been awkward.”
Agatha smirked. “And yet... she called you.”
I peeked out from behind the pillow, my voice muffled. “So... what do I do now?”
Jen leaned forward, her eyes gleaming. “That’s what we’re finding out.”
Alice, always the cautious one, sighed. “Maybe we’re reading too much into this. What if she was just...” She trailed off, face turning red. “...multitasking?”
Billy burst out laughing. “Multitasking? What, like checking her emails?”
Agatha grinned. “I bet she was thinking about y/n, and then her fingers slipped in more ways than one.”
“AGATHA! ” I screeched, my face going bright red.
She just shrugged, sipping her wine. “Sweetheart, denial isn’t a good look on you.”
I groaned again. “Okay, fine. Let’s say you’re right. What the hell do I do?”
Jen smirked. “You keep her curious. ”
Billy nodded. “Let’s craft the perfect reply. Nothing too direct, but nothing too vague.”
Alice groaned. “Please, just text something normal.”
Jen grinned. “Text her... ‘Are you sure you want me to explain?’”
I blinked. “That’s... terrifying.”
Agatha clapped her hands. “Which is why it’s perfect!”
I stared at my phone, chewing my lip. “I don’t know... what if she thinks I’m messing with her?”
Billy waggled his brows. “Then it’s working.”
Jen nudged me. “C’mon, y/n. What’s the worst that could happen?”
“She blocks me, fires me, and I die alone in a pit of regret?” I said, deadpan.
I took a deep breath, heart hammering, and typed:
Me: Are you sure you want me to explain?
I hovered over the send button, looking at them all one last time.
Jen whispered, “Do it.”
I hit send.
The room fell into utter silence.
Alice covered her face. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
Billy started counting down. “Three... two... one—”
My phone buzzed.
Lilia: I suppose that depends on what kind of explanation you have in mind.
I sat there, frozen, staring at the screen. “Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my GOD.”
Agatha grinned like a cat who just got into the cream. “Well, well, well.”
I clutched my phone like it might self-destruct, wide-eyed and spiraling. “Agatha, I SENT HER A NUDE.”
Billy, ever the enabler, smirked. “Barely! It was just a hint of lace. Artful. Tasteful.”
Alice groaned. “It’s still an unsolicited hint of lace.”
I buried my face in my hands. “I’m going to jail.”
Jen snorted. “Okay, drama queen. You’re not going to jail.”
I peeked through my fingers. “You don’t know that! What if she reports me? What if she, oh God, what if she shows someone? What if—”
Agatha rolled her eyes. “Sweetheart, breathe. First of all, Lilia wouldn’t do that. Second, she’s intrigued. Look at that response.”
I sat there, frozen, staring at the screen. “Oh my God. Oh my God. What do I say?”
Agatha was already grinning ear to ear. “Oh, baby... you say everything.”
I stared at Agatha, wide-eyed and clutching my phone like it might self-destruct at any moment. “Agatha, really , what do I say?” My voice was barely above a whisper, and I felt like my entire soul was about to leave my body.
Alice, blushing furiously in the corner, mumbled, “Maybe we should reconsider—”
“No,” Jen interrupted, leaning forward with a smirk. “y/n, we all know you’ve got game. You flirt with anyone with a pulse except Lilia. But now? Now is the time.”
I clutched my chest dramatically. “But it’s Lilia,” I whined, my voice a whisper of despair.
Agatha rolled her eyes. “Yes, and you are whipped. But guess what? She is too, whether she knows it yet or not.” She pointed at my phone. “And right now, she’s sitting there, waiting. You want to leave her hanging?”
I swallowed, staring at the message on my screen.
I sighed, staring at my phone. “Okay... so... what do I say? And don’t say anything ridiculous.”
Agatha tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Alright, something simple. How about... ‘I guess I’ll just have to show you instead of explain, hm?’”
Billy gasped. “Oh, that’s good. ”
Alice groaned again. “It’s so not.”
I chewed my lip, staring at the phone. “Okay. Okay... I’ll try something... light.” I exhaled sharply, fingers trembling slightly as I typed.
Me: I think some things are better shown than explained, don’t you?
I hit send, immediately throwing my phone onto the couch like it had personally offended me.
Billy grabbed the phone. “Okay, now we really wait.”
Agatha smirked. “She’s so going to break.”
And then, my phone buzzed.
We all froze.
Jen clapped a hand over her mouth. “Oh my God, she replied.”
Billy held the phone out like it was sacred. “Read it, y/n.”
I snatched it from him, my heart pounding.
Lilia: Are you offering to demonstrate, baby?
I screamed into a pillow.
Agatha was howling. “SHE’S FLIRTING BACK!”
Jen high-fived Billy. “She’s down so bad. ”
I sat up, staring at the screen, my fingers tingling. “What do I even say to that?!”
Agatha grinned, patting my shoulder. “You tell her... that you never offer something you can’t follow through on.”
I groaned, falling back onto the couch. I was so doomed.
Agatha snatched my phone from my trembling hands, eyes gleaming with pure chaos. “Alright, sweetheart, time to stop screaming internally and start sexting externally. ”
I lunged for it. “No, no, NO—Agatha, I can’t—”
She held it above her head like a trophy, grinning. “Y/n, baby, this is your moment. If you don’t take it, I will. ”
Billy cackled. “I will never recover if she actually sexts Lilia for you.”
I whined, flopping onto the couch. “I am actually going to combust. ”
Jen reached over and patted my knee. “You’re doing amazing, sweetie.”
Agatha typed something, and I screamed in horror. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”
She held the phone just out of reach with an evil grin. “Relax, darling. I’m just... guiding you.”
I lunged at her. “AGATHA NO!”
She dodged me effortlessly, shoving the phone in my face.
Me: I never offer something I can't follow through on.
I stared in absolute horror, my mouth falling open. “You did not just send that.”
Billy fell off the couch, cackling. Jen was wheezing. Alice, bless her, looked like she was praying.
Agatha tossed the phone onto my lap with a smug smile. “I absolutely did.”
I was too stunned to speak, staring at the message like it might explode.
My phone buzzed.
The room fell dead silent.
I hesitated, then peeked at the screen.
Lilia: Good to know, baby.
I let out the loudest, most undignified scream into the nearest pillow, my entire body shaking with embarrassment and something else I didn’t want to name.
Agatha grinned like she’d won a lifetime achievement award. “Ladies and gentlemen... we got her.”
Jen clapped slowly. “y/n, you are so whipped.”
Billy smirked. “So, what’s next?”
I peeked out from the pillow, my face flushed beyond saving. “...I think I need a drink. I need a strong drink.”
Billy, still on the floor in a fit of laughter, wheezed. “You need new underwear, more like.”
I buried my face in my hands. “Oh my God, Billy, shut up. ”
Agatha, lounging like a queen on her throne of chaos, smirked. “He’s not wrong, darling. You’ve barely sexted, and you’re already losing it. I shudder to think what happens when things get... more involved.”
I shot her a glare. “I also need new friends. ”
Alice, looking mildly traumatized but still loyal, patted my arm. “No, you don’t.”
Jen grinned. “Yes, you do.”
Billy nodded. “We’re terrible for you.”
I exhaled dramatically, sinking deeper into the couch. “Why am I friends with you people?”
Agatha shrugged. “Because you love us. And because we’re making your love life interesting.”
I groaned again. “This isn’t interesting, it’s stressful.” I grabbed my phone and checked Lilia’s last message again, my stomach doing things I didn’t want to analyse. Good to know, baby.
Billy grinned. “So, what’s the plan now, baby? ”
I scowled at him. “Don’t call me that.”
Agatha leaned forward, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Now? We let her brood. ”
I frowned. “Brood?”
Agatha nodded sagely. “Lilia is probably sitting there, swirling her wine, thinking about what you said.” She smirked. “So, we let her sit with it. Let it marinate. ”
Alice sighed. “Why do you talk about everything like it’s a steak?”
Agatha ignored her. “The longer she stews, the more she’ll realise she wants you. It’s psychology, y/n.”
I blinked. “It’s torture, Agatha.”
Jen shrugged. “Same thing.”
I sighed, reaching for my drink. “Fine. I’ll let her brood. But if I explode from frustration, I’m haunting all of you.”
Billy raised his glass. “Cheers to y/n’s sexual frustration!”
I groaned. “I need better friends.”
Agatha smirked. “No, sweetheart, you need a better plan.”
I groaned, pacing the room like my life depended on it. “Guys. We do need a plan. I’m working tomorrow. Oh my God, I have to face her after this.”
Billy grinned, way too excited. “Y/n, we have the perfect plan.”
I froze, pointing a finger at them. “Oh no. ”
Agatha leaned in with an all-too-smug look. “Listen, listen. You use her facilities again tomorrow.”
I frowned. “For what?”
Jen smirked. “You don’t bring up the texts. Nothing. Just casually be like, ‘Hey, Jen’s picking me up for something later. Mind if I use your shower before we go?’”
I narrowed my eyes. “...She won’t mind that.”
“Exactly,” Agatha purred. “It’s innocent. Harmless. But it plants the idea. And—” she wiggled her brows “this isn’t even about making her think about you naked in her shower.”
Billy grinned. “Although that’s a huge bonus.”
I groaned, covering my face. “Oh my God.”
Agatha leaned in closer, her voice low and conspiratorial. “No, the real plan? You’re gonna ‘accidentally’ leave something behind.”
I peeked through my fingers. “Like what?”
Jen smirked. “Something delicate. ”
Billy grinned wildly. “Your underwear. ”
I choked. “ARE YOU INSANE?”
Alice, horrified, threw up her hands. “Okay, that’s it. This has officially crossed a line.”
I pointed at her. “Thank you! Finally, some sanity!”
Agatha beamed. “Oh, honey, it’s genius. Not out in the open, obviously, that’s tacky. You just... leave it somewhere subtle.”
I groaned. “Guys, first a nude and now this? This is so wildly unethical.”
Jen waved a dismissive hand. “Y/n, it could totally be an accident. Just relax.”
Billy grinned. “Besides, how many times do you leave things behind? You’re basically a walking trail of forgotten items.”
I scowled. “That is not the same!”
Agatha ignored me completely. “Somewhere she’ll find it. In the bathroom. Not right away, but later. Maybe under a towel.”
Billy clapped his hands. “Ooh, yes. And not just any underwear. Your lacy black thong.”
I blinked. “I hate you people.”
Jen grinned. “You love us.”
I sat down heavily on the couch, my mind spiraling. “This is insane.”
Agatha sipped her wine with a devious smile. “Insane? No. Effective? Absolutely.”
Billy wiggled his eyebrows. “You leave it behind. And when she finds it, she will think about you wearing it.”
Jen shrugged. “Or not wearing it.”
I groaned. “I am so doomed.”
Agatha smirked. “Honey, you’re not doomed. You’re about to win. ”
The next day, I walked into the shop with every ounce of casual energy I could muster, which wasn’t much considering my heart was pounding hard enough to rattle my ribcage.
Lilia was already behind the counter, flipping through one of her old, worn tarot decks with that signature calm that usually drove me crazy in the best way. But today? Today she was watching me with a different kind of intensity, her sharp brown eyes squinting slightly, like she was trying to figure me out.
I forced a breezy smile, pretending like my entire plan wasn’t currently burning a hole in my brain. Act normal. Don’t think about the nude. Don’t bring up the nude. Just stick to the coven’s plan. “Morning,” I said, casual as ever, even though my heart was doing its best impression of a jackhammer.
Lilia’s eyes lingered on me for a beat longer than necessary before she nodded. “Morning, baby.” Her voice was smooth, but I could tell she was definitely suspicious of something. There was something in her expression, a flicker of hesitation, like she was debating whether or not to say something. I could practically see the wheels turning in her head, and for a split second, I was convinced she was about to bring it up. My pulse skyrocketed.
I swallowed hard and leaned against the counter, carefully keeping my tone light. “Hey, uh... Jen’s picking me up later for something. Mind if I use your shower before we go? It’s easier than running home.”
Lilia arched a perfectly shaped brow, eyes scanning me with that same unreadable expression she always wore when she was in the middle something. “Sure,” she said slowly, setting down the cards. “You know where everything is.”
I nodded, offering her my best innocent smile. “Thanks, you're the best.”
She didn’t respond right away, just kept squinting at me like I was a puzzle she couldn’t quite put together. And me? I just smiled harder and grabbed a stack of inventory to avoid the weight of her gaze.
When the time came, I slipped into the back and into Lilia’s bathroom, which was as eccentric as the rest of her shop. Dark tiles, candles lined along the bathtub, and shelves filled with lotions and oils that probably dated back to the Renaissance. It smelled like lavender and something distinctly her.
I stared at myself in the mirror, steeling my nerves. “Okay, y/n. You can do this. It’s just underwear. Totally normal. Happens all the time.”
I was going to hell. Or jail.
Stripping down, I went about my plan like it was just another casual part of my day, showering quickly and then carefully leaving my lacy black thong under the fluffy towel on the floor. Not too hidden, not too obvious. Just... enough.
I pulled my dress on, took a deep breath, and stepped back into the shop, cool and composed. Totally normal. Totally casual. Totally not panicking.
Lilia glanced up from behind the counter again, her lips twitching like she was biting back some comment. “Feel better?”
I smirked. “Refreshed.”
She gave a slow, deliberate nod. “Good.”
And then she went back to her task, but there was a tension in her shoulders now, something almost... calculated. Like she was waiting.
I played it cool. I clocked out, waved goodbye, and walked out of the shop like I didn’t just leave my underwear in her bathroom like some kind of seductress. Like I hadn’t sent her a not-really-a-nude the day before and was now waiting for the earth to swallow me whole.
Once I was safely out of sight, I all but sprinted to Jen’s car, throwing myself into the seat with a groan.
Jen took one look at me and grinned. “You did it, didn’t you?”
I groaned, dragging my hands down my face. “I hate myself.”
Agatha, lounging in the backseat, cackled. “Oh, sweetheart, we are so proud.”
Billy, leaning between the seats, grinned. “Now we wait. ”
And wait we did.
I lay sprawled across my bed, staring at the ceiling in utter defeat. Midnight had come and gone, and still, nothing. No message, no call, no acknowledgment of the very bold move I had pulled earlier.
I groaned, flipping onto my stomach and burying my face into my pillow. “I fucked it,” I mumbled to myself.
After waiting at Agatha’s with the coven for hours, laughing nervously and waiting for my phone to buzz with some reaction, I finally gave up and went home. Now, alone in the dim glow of my bedside lamp, it felt so much worse.
I was so stupid. Why did I think this would work? Lilia was too composed, too controlled. Maybe she just tossed the lingerie aside without a second thought, chalking it up to a careless mistake. Maybe she thought I was an immature idiot. Or worse—maybe she was uncomfortable. What if she thought I’d crossed a line? What if she was sitting in her armchair right now, contemplating whether or not to sue me for harassment?
I sighed heavily, rolling onto my back and closing my eyes. “Never listening to the coven again,” I muttered.
And then, my phone rang.
I shot upright so fast I nearly knocked it off the nightstand. My heart leapt into my throat as I stared at the caller ID.
Lilia Calderu.
My fingers trembled as I swiped to answer. “Hey,” I greeted cautiously, my voice softer than I intended. “Everything okay?”
For a moment, nothing but silence. And then, heavy breathing.
Thick, slow, and uneven breathing that sent a shiver down my spine. My stomach tightened, and I gripped the phone tighter.
When Lilia finally spoke, her voice was thick, strained— heavy.
"You left your panties here."
My entire body locked up, heat rushing to my face so fast I thought I might combust on the spot.
“Shit,” I blurted out, swallowing hard. “I’m sorry. You can just... put them aside. Or throw them out. Or whatever you want.”
She hummed, a slow, thoughtful sound that sent every nerve in my body into overdrive.
I clenched my jaw, fighting the urge to scream into a pillow. “Lilia...”
And then...
It was faint, barely there, but unmistakable. A muffled, strangled moan.
My eyes widened.
Oh. Oh.
The embarrassment that had been gnawing at me all night started to fade, slowly replaced by something deeper, heavier, something... dangerous.
My breath caught in my throat, and for a second, I thought I might actually pass out. Heat pooled low in my stomach, and my grip on the phone tightened like it was the only thing keeping me grounded.
Her breathing deepened, each slow inhale crackling through the line like it was too much, too intimate, too intentional.
I felt it everywhere, creeping under my skin, settling in my chest like a live wire. My pulse pounded, my thoughts racing with the very real possibility that, oh God, she’s actually...
I squeezed my eyes shut. This was insane. This was so wildly hot. My fingers tightened around the phone, my breath coming quicker, my entire body thrumming with the weight of it.
“What are you doing, Lilia?” I asked, my voice quieter, more deliberate.
Her breathing hitched, and the pause stretched long enough to make my pulse pound in my ears. Another sharp exhale followed, and I swore I could hear the faintest rustle of fabric, the softest shift of movement. And then, a whispered curse, low and breathy, slipping from Lilia’s lips like she didn’t mean for me to hear it. Her breathing stopped for a split second, and then she exhaled sharply.
And then, "What are we doing, baby?"
I opened my mouth to answer, but nothing came out. I sat there, lips parted, completely frozen.
“I can’t, y/n,” she whispered, the words almost pained.
And then click.
The call ended.
I stared at the phone in shock, my pulse racing so hard I thought it might burst through my chest.
I flopped back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to process what just happened.
"She wants me," I whispered to myself.
And suddenly... I wasn’t so sure I’d fucked it after all.
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“stop treating celebrities as perfect and infallible based on their public personas” is good and sensible i think, but i think it’s also been taken to an extent that has done untold damage to the fannish ecosystem. people trend more and more towards not being a fan with an emotional attachment to a person/their work because “being parasocial is bad” and “what if that person turns out to be evil down the line”.
so what if you’re kinda parasocial. so what if they turn out to be evil later. i have very strong feelings towards a lot of my favourite guys. i’m not crossing any unacceptable boundaries as part of the basic act of being like, “i like what i know about this person and they mean something to me as a result of that”. anyone has the capacity to hide evil deeds, that’s sort of the problem. you can’t and shouldn’t decide to never like a famous or public person on that basis, or you should just stop having friends and family too. i’m so serious. the people most likely to hurt you are the people already close to you in real life. shutting yourself off from the joy and whimsy of having a famous little dude that makes you think “gosh i hope they’re having a good day today” is no fun.
you don’t have to shut yourself off from this stuff. people are i think afraid of being seen as weird if they like a celebrity “too much” but you don’t actually have to pedestal someone or be unrealistic or cross any boundaries as part of that. and it’ll hurt if they do turn out to suck, but it’s not going to hurt any more than if a friend turned out to suck.
just have fun. you only get to do this life thing once and by god i’m going to hold up my little guys and have a good time about it, including having mushy personal emotions towards them even though they’re complete strangers.
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Sure I'll bite, what are your thoughts on Nightwing?
HOLY F U C K
You do not know what you have just done <3
So first of all, I was a teen titans kid: specifically StarFire. She was my home girl, she was an alien existence with strange customs and unique way of speaking and she was sweet and had trouble understanding others and I was obsessed. And…. She likes Robin, aka Dick Grayson, the OG.
Back then, Robin was cool but he wasn’t my favourite, but it was the first time I can really recall him catching my attention,, mostly because he had Kori’s attention and I loved Kori.
Honestly I didn’t really get into DC much. I was a Marvel prefereer for a while (<- lies, I just liked spider-man like literally everyone else) and though I had heard of the batfamily before in passing (an animation YouTuber I liked did some stuff for them once or twice) they didn’t mean much to me.
For me it was Batman and Robin,,,, and Robin was Dick Grayson.
I don’t really remember how it happened, but I do recall somewhere 2ish years ago that something prompted me to go searching for Nightwing’s Wikipedia page.
Now those of you NDs know what happens when something catches your attention in that oh-so-very-peak way and you enter what I like to call Stage 7.
I, no joke, read every single wiki article and post I could find anout Dick Grayson for 24 hours straight. I didn’t sleep, I barely ate, and I don’t remember anything other than the endless hunger for knowledge until I inevitably collapsed.
So,,, why?
Well honestly it’s rather complex!
I don’t talk too much about myself online, mostly because I don’t feel much of a need to, but I’m sure you can glean a few things: mostly that I’m a 1st gen immigrant with autism, asexuality and a enby identity (just like half the population on tumblr lmao) and that gave/gives me a whole cocktail of fun issues and perspectives of the world.
I’m not sure how much you know about Dick’s story or personality, but simplifying it down to a single sentence it would probably be this: An endlessly angry child has forged himself into a kind and charismatic hero for the sake of other people.
He is angry, and bitter and fighting so goddamn hard to be kind. He is overtly sexualised by people in-universe and in-fandom. He gives away all of himself even if he doesn’t realise he does. He is on a never ending journey to meet, match, and exceed the expectations placed upon him even to the detriment of himself and others. The bar grows ever higher.
People have an unconsciously bad habit of comparing ourselves to others and it is generally agreed upon that to live a healthy life you will have to spend the entire time fighting against that habit. The fight never ends as we never stop interacting with each other, but it does get easier with time. This pinprick point of tension is a core element of a lot of the stories told when it comes to Nightwing interacting with other characters, and a running theme throughout my own life.
For a very long time I competed against the world, against my family, against my friends, against the characters in stories I was told, basically everyone. I was the underdog, I was always fighting, and soon enough I was winning just as much as I was loosing. It was fun and it made me miserable because no matter how well I did the was always another person was better. I was never the best, I couldn’t be, and I hated myself for it… Until I realised the standards I held myself too so loudly and proudly started making my friends miserable too.
(To be honest I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop trying to raise the bar for myself higher, but I sure as hell know better than to make that other people’s problems. It’s an ongoing WIP against a very human flaw in myself, just as it is for Dick.)
Another element of his character that appeals to me is the anger; specifically that he is not seen as angry much anymore.
As a character his anger is justified. It is righteous even. The world took from him, hurt him, and continues to challenge him even now. He has every single reason to be bitter and full of rage,,, and he is! Except also no he isn’t.
The general current interpretation of Dick is as a playful and kind older brother figure.
He is flawed sure, but in a way that makes him more ‘approachable’. He is the comforting Robin; He’s the one you’d go to after a breakup to cry and eat ice cream or to go gush about your favourite hobbies to. He is the mediator of the batfamily, managing the emotions of both himself and others (especially Batman). The endless bright burning rage has been buried beneath a soft exterior, he has sanded down his own edges. He controls and seems to give away just enough to make him feel grounded, but never enough to feel like he’s truly known.
One of the worst part about growing older for me is how terribly easy it is to understand other people now. Rarely do the people who hurt us the worst want to do so, the villains of this world are seldom (if ever) people you meet in real life. It’s so fucking easy to hurt each other. It’s so fucking easy to blame people when they hurt you. To make monsters out of molehills.
And yet!
And yet…
I understand. I wish I didn’t, but I do. I am so very very angry, but my kindness is a thing with teeth I tamed with love, and it eats my anger for breakfast.
The way I love and he loves, in my mind, is the same. I understand and he understands in a way I want too, and it’s so easy to let people hurt us because of that. Depending on the version you’re reading of him, maybe that person who hurts him is a super villain, or a friend, or an obliviously obtuse civilian or even the batfamily and Batman himself (Spyral, WFA Joker arc, Grant Wilson, Tarantula, being Batman during the Bruce lost time-stream arc, all of Jason’s existence, etc.). Either way, same outcome: you love and care for people who hurt you and are flawed.
Nevertheless, Dick Grayson, aka Robin, aka Nightwing, has been around for more than 80 years now. His story has been told hundreds, thousands, millions of times. It’s been twisted and shifted and re-told all over again. And while his tenants core stays the same (save for a bad writer of course) he gets different lighting for every occasion. Playing and talking about him is more flexible in a way a lot of characters with a single cannon source (I.e. books and movies) are not. His existence gives me a lot of room to play and project.
He can be the good big brother, the proud leader, the angry teenager, the betrayed son, the beautiful idol, the grand hero, or any mask the story requires him to play. That flexibility is within the core of his very character. He loves, he is angry, he is so terribly inhuman in all the best ways he is not, and I love him because of that.
TLDR: He is relatable to me and I fuck with that <3
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