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sturniqlo · 3 months ago

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A Broken Promise- M.S

summary: matt and y/n have been a long distance couple for five months ever since matt moved to LA with his brothers, the two grow distant and decide to part ways, promising to wait for each other. when he eventually moves back, he sees that she broke the promise

cw: break up, cursing, angst

an: when i thought about this idea my heart instantly ached this y/n is def not my favorite | lowercase intended | very short

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before

"hi matt, how's LA been so far?" y/n props her phone up on a perfume bottle as she paints her nails, looking up to see matt's face on her phone. "very good, although it's very hot here. how's home? have i missed anything?" this was the first time they had called, the last week had been very busy for them, matt with unpacking and settling into his new home, y/n with work. they would send quick messages whenever they had the chance. the time difference was their enemy.

"nothing much, nate got his new car and i got a raise at work." she shrugs, dragging the nail polish bristles up her nail. "that sound nice, has work been hard lately?" matt asks, staring at his girlfriend who's on his phone but, on the other side of the country. "don't get me started," she giggles looking up at her phone. "my boss, you know, usual sweetheart, has been a pain in the ass. we have more reservations than usual and she's been so- ugh!" she groans at the thought of it. "you? have you settled in yet? you'll have to send me a house tour, i love watching those." matt giggles, recalling all the times he's watching house tours on youtube with her. "the place is still a bit bare- nicks room is coming along but, mine and chris' not so much but, i will definitely film a house tour just for you, babe."

they stayed on the phone for three hours after that, catching up on everything and planning when she will go down and visit them. "it's almost one am here, i have work early in the morning. i'll try and call you tomorrow, yeah?" y/n walks into her bathroom, about to get ready for the night. "oh, i forgot about the time difference, but totally, i'm sure i'll pick up." he sighs, not wanting to hang up. "okay, i love you. and i miss you so much." she pouts. "i love you more and miss you very very much."

it had officially been three months since matt moved to LA temporarily. the communication between the couple had been the most active this month. usually they only called about two to three times a week but, this month they'd call four to five days out of the week two to three times each day. everything was great, they thought, they talked more, texted more, and had dinner dates over facetime. "what'd you order for dinner?" y/n asked matt who was sitting at his desk. "my usual, taco bell. you?" he asks back, turning the volume up on his laptop to hear her better. "mexican, from the place by my house." she fixed her laptop on her bed feeling upset to break the news to matt. "i have some bad news, babe." she frowns.

"what's wrong?" he furrows his eyebrows, scooting his chair closer to the desk. "i won't be able to fly down in two weeks, when i tried to ask for the week off my boss said we're really booked and busy with reservations and events so she won't be able to give me the week. and i tried to convince her but, she gave me a firm no." she stares at matt's upset face. "really?" he said sadly, he had already planned a whole itinerary for the week she'd be here. "i'm sorry, i know we were looking forward to that week." she chipped her painted nails. as much as the sad tension was there, they tried to ignore it and enjoy their online dinner date.

two months had gone by and calls went from three times a day to two times a day to one time a day and to once a week. they were back where they started. y/n had been pretty upset at it. the one time she wasn't as busy with work, matt's schedule was booked. he was either filming with his brothers, filming a collab, at meetings or hanging out with friends. she wanted to call it off. matt had also realized the distance between them. he realized how he wasn't putting her first anymore and was busy on other things. he decided to call it off on their weekly call. "can i talk to you about something?" he turned the call off speaker and fixed the phone to his ear. "sure." she said. "i- as much as i hate to say this but- i don't think this is working anymore. the distance- it's, it's become a problem. i mean we rarely talk on the phone anymore. the most we text is when we wake up and don't speak until we're getting ready for bed." he sighs.

she's quiet for a few moments. she saw it coming. she had also thought about calling it quits but, never had the urge to. "matt," she sighs, sitting up from her bed. "i want to say that i haven't thought about breaking up but, truth be told i have thought about it. everything you said is right. we never talk anymore it's like we only talk when we remember we have each other, almost like- almost like it's forced at this point." she tries to fight back her tears. it's quiet between them. "so this is it?" he break the silence. "i guess so, for the time being." she says quietly, sniffing. "promise that we'll wait for each other? i- i'll make it up to you once i move back home, okay?" his voice cracks a bit. "okay, okay, yeah. i promise." y/n tries her best to think of it as a positive. "don't be stranger, matt."

after

the first time matt saw her with him was when he clicked on one of their mutual friends story on instagram. it was a the view of a party hosted by one of their other friends. when the camera panned to the right, there she was. holding a cup in her hand, laughing and smiling at whatever he was telling her. at first matt didn't think anything of it. she was allowed to have friends who were the opposite gender, as did he. plus, they have broken up for a couple of months at this point. yet, the reminder of the promise lingered at the back of his head.

the second time happened when nate, a friend of theirs, was at a party. over the months nate told matt how after the couple broke up she stopping hanging out with him and only saw her at parties or at the grocery store. however, at the party he was walking around and spotted y/n he was going to go greet her until he saw someone wrap their arms around her and place a kiss on her neck. he gasped, thinking about matt and how he has no knowledge of this. although it wasn't his business, he stayed quiet until he felt his phone buzz in his pocket.

from matt

hey, what are you doing?

to matt

just got to a party, you?

from matt

nothing much, sitting at home

sounds like fun! is she there?

to matt

yeah i just saw her

from matt

is she with anyone?

nate sighs leaning against a wall, not wanting to break the news.

to matt

yes..

from matt

matt was heartbroken to say the least. what about the promise? he thought. did she not care about him anymore? or is she just hanging out with someone as a friend? he tried to get rid of the thought and tried to think positively. she's waiting for me. he thought. only a couple more months and he's moving back home. just six more long months.

the triplets couldn't find a time to visit home. their schedules was jam packed, it was meeting after meeting, video after video and collab after collab. he was tired, both physically and mentally. luckily they only had two more months in LA. he paced around his room, should he or should he not? the question lingered. i should. he made up his mind. matt picked up his phone and looked for the contact who was metaphorically collecting dust in his contact list. pressing on y/n name, he brought the phone up to his ear and waited for her to pick up.

"sorry, the number you have dialed is unavailable." he hears the sound of the automated machine instead of the familiar soft voice. matt's heart drops. maybe her phone got stolen and she had to get a new number? he tries one more time. maybe it was a glitch. he clicked it again. "sorry, the number you have dialed is unavailable." he's yet met with the same automated voice. "what the hell?" he dropped his phone onto his bed and ran his hands along his face.

the two months had went by faster than a blink of an eye. they did one more walkthrough of their empty LA home before their uber arrived. all of their furniture was fairly new so they decided to donate it all. they shipped most of their valuables and clothes back home and were going to be flying with only a suitcase and bookbag. they couldn't be more excited about going back home. when the lease was about to end, they decided that LA was not the place for them and wholeheartedly agreed to move back home to boston.

at home, the one person he thought about was y/n. would she be excited to see him? of course she will. they promised that they'd wait until matt got back. he couldn't wait to make it up to her for the time he had been gone.

tonight, the triplets and nate were going to a party hosted by one of their high school friend. matt had a feeling y/n would be there and he couldn't wait to see her. he put on the flannel that she really loved and the cologne that she had bought for him and had it shipped to his LA home. entering the party, nick, chris and nate went to mingle around while matt stayed back in hopes of seeing y/n. as he walked towards the back of the house, he saw her. once he spotted her and made his way to her, someone stepped in and kissed her. matt stopped in his tracks and felt everything around his stop.

when they pulled back from each other. y/n felt someone staring at her and she looked around and saw matt standing a few feet away from her, a heartbroken look on his face. he was wearing her favorite flannel. "i'll be back." she told her now boyfriend. matt quickly turned around and headed straight to the front door, y/n in heels couldn't keep up. she saw him exit through the front door and sped up a bit, outside, the air was chilly. she she wrapped her arms around herself. "matt, wait!" she saw him walking toward the sidewalk.

she caught up to his and grabbed him arm. "i- i can explain, matt." he rolled his eyes. "i saw enough, i don't think you have to explain yourself. you broke our promise." he tried to walk away but she grabbed his arm again. "matt, what the fuck was i supposed to do? you were across the fucking country! i couldn't put my life on hold and wait for someone, i had to move on." she argued. "but you promised, y/n! you fucking promised. i tried not to believe that you would do something like this the first time i saw you with him on someone's story!"

"you never called after we broke up! you never texted!" matt scoffed. "you changed your number, don't you remember? i tried to call you months back but the call didn't go through." she furrows her eyebrows. "i didn't change my number." she says. "well then you blocked me- it's whatever, you've clearly moved on, i don't think you'll need my number anymore." he walks away and y/n doesn't have the energy to grab him again.

"matt." her voice quivers, on the verge of tears. "you broke the promise, y/n. i- i cant anymore. i'm sorry." he turns to look at her before walking away.

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luvyunjinxo · 4 months ago

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college roommate ; giselle

A/N: long awaited fic after about seven months :( hope u remember me haha

CW: red flag giselle, bondage, usage of the word slut 😭, slight choking, face riding, edging, friends with benefits, somewhat proofread, lmk if I forgot anything!

you were starting college in august & they let you start moving into your dorm a month early. with all the moving boxes going around through the dorm halls everyones face was kind of blurred out.

though your roommate in particular,, she looked straight up hot and straight from Japan. you only had to share a room with one other person (thankfully) and it was her. was it a friend crush? or crush?

you had to wait a month to actually talk to her but honestly did you forget about her?? no.

you waited a month for you to actually talk to her and when you finally did she was a total bitch.

"hey do you need help with unpacking?"

"no fuck off?.." as she would shove your shoulder and walk straight out of your shared room.

she would rarely talk to you but I mean it still happens. like if you were in the bathroom for too long, or if you were gone for too long.

she was very possessive over you and you never got why? whenever she saw you with someone else she would start asking a whole bunch of questions.

what was worse is that your dorm wasn't even that big. your beds were right next to each other almost converting into one bed thats how close they were.

so annoying. she would have hookups with girls almost every weekend leaving you no choice but to go out every single friday, saturday, and sunday. what did you spend your time doing?

spending your nights with ning yizhuo or better as ningning.

she was your situationship, or just talking and you wished it would be more but its really not.

it was your time to walk home but ning decided to walk with you.

"so how do you like your new roommate?" ning asked.

"I mean shes okay but it feels like there's tension you know?" you said while grabbing nings hand to hold.

she smiled at you as you guys skipped all the way to your dorm.

meanwhile, aeri uchinaga was taking out the bedsheets from her last hookup session which was not even twenty minutes ago..

messy hair, all sweaty, no shorts on, only an oversized t-shirt and underwear.

you unlocked the door with your key walking up to your bedroom with ning thinking you could go lay in bed with her i dont know,, or maybe just sleep.

you held her hand running to the room just to see a half naked giselle on her bed taking pictures with her phone, probably sending that to her hookups. ugh, you hate her so much.

"ning wait outside the room for a minute please?"

"oh no problem! just tell me when to come back in." she sat on the ground outside of the room trying to listen what the hell is about to happen in there.

"bro did you even change the sheets?!"

"what the fuck you knew I was coming home around this time why didnt you have shorts on?"

"shit aeri, i hate you youre such a slut." you kept throwing words and screaming at her like there was no tomorrow until ning knocked on the door again.

"hey I think I should go?" you pulled her inside to introduce her to giselle who was in shorts, quiet, and annoyed.

"aeri, this is ningning, ning this is giselle my roommate"

"whatever, are you guys a thing?" aeri questioned while motioning for you both to sit down.

here we go again, shes gonna interrogate her.

"uhm yeah? you could say so" ning responded.

"well did little y/n tell you that were dating and that were talking? so I don't know how you are"

what. the. fuck. is all can go through your head right now.

ning looked at you in shocked with no words and just left. I just know she was broken.

the worse part is all of this weren't even true? you and aeri barely talk and now you just wanna be a bitch to her forever.

"what the fuck is wrong with you? you're such a fucking slut you even wanted me to be dragged into your girl fantasy."

aeri was tired and exhausted but there was so much rage in her eyes. how many times was y/n gonna call her a slut?

suddenly you were being pushed onto the bed, leaving you on your back. both hands were being tied and lifted up to reach the headboard.

"whos the slut now? youre practically weak at this point."

she was trying so hard to get your shorts off but you would kick your legs trying to stop her yet her grip was too strong for you to even move your legs anymore. "why are you doing this to me?" you said with such attitude.

"trying to put you in your place because your such a brat?" she said while sliding your underwear off. she spread both of your legs one to the left, and then to the right.

she walked around the room scolding you, and saying how much of a bad girl you were when you did nothing. or you thought you didnt?

you never really realized how much her words were turning you on. all you could feel were the cold air reaching your core. the ac was on making you especially chilly.

wet slick was running down your thighs and of course you noticed. you felt so bothered you just wanted to be touched already. you weren't the type to always touch yourself, you were more inexperienced. but this time, you felt extra needy you just needed some relief.

"aeri this isn't funny anymoree" you whined.

she crawled up to your core and started kissing your inner thighs making you start to start to arch your back and move uncontrollably. she barely even started.

she moved her finger up and down your body, teasing you in every way. you felt so helpless and you couldn't resist her touch anymore. you needed her,, right now. she started squeezing your chest swirling each bud with her tongue and flicking the other with her slender fingers.

she continued to do the same motion but moved her head up to your neck leaving marks and wet kisses along the crook of your neck.

"youre enjoying this way too much, are you sure im still the slut hm?"

she pressed her knee up to your soaked core, adding pressure to your sensitive spot.

"answer."

you suppressed your moans so in order for you to hide it, you could not answer nor say a word.

one hard slap to your core was made leaving an echo in your shared room.

"im sorry!" you whined & your brain was foggy so of course you didn't know what to say except sorry.

your slick was covered on the bed,, you were so messy at this point.

two slaps.

"answer,, whos the slut now?"

"me oh my gosh aeri .. fuck! just do something, anything! please I just need to come so bad."

she started eating you out, cleaning the mess all over your thighs. she switched between small licks and full on devouring you.

later, she found your clit teasing that spot over and over again leaving you twitching. seeing how the way you move she knew that you were the most sensitive down right there. she was def gonna tease you with that later.

"mmh! fuck" you would let out endless curses.

you gripped onto the pillow above you knowing that you cant take this much pleasure. it was all to much yet you were eager to let go.

"if youre close, hold it. im not letting you come yet."

she entered two fingers in, not caring if you weren't fully adjusted yet. all the pain later then converted into pleasure. she gripped your neck lightly but not choking you, more like just holding it.

"s-shit im gonna come,, aeri dont stop please!" you screamed yet she pulled her two fingers away and licked it,, not letting you reach your high.

"on top of my face."

"excuse me? is this what people really do?"

"put your cunt on my face is that a problem? i'll break ningnings heart telling her how her talking stage is fucking with her roommate now and that your never coming back to her."

you completely forgot about ning. your brain was messed up at the moment. like a spell under giselle. she later then united your hands

you carefully put your cunt onto her as she pulled you down more, allowing her to get more access to you. she swirled her tongue around your clit like how she did with your chest and tried to enter a finger into you.

"f-fuck keep hitting that area!"

"right there? hm?" as she started to play with the exact spot and you swear you were about to let go.

"im g-gonna come! aeri please!" you let go and you collapsed back onto the bed exhausted and still trying to catch your breath. she just giggled and you guys agreed to be friends with benefits.

"call me if you need someone to fuck, dont call your hookups anymore im done with that."

she laughed and shook it off,, but on the other hand you still went out with ning.

aeri wasnt too fond of it but whenever giselle was around ning and you she would pay close attention to you both making sure things wouldn't go to far.

college roommate ; giselle.

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bronx-bomber87 · 7 months ago

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Hello my wonderful fandom :) Thank you for all your lovely comments on me being delayed. Not my usual M.O. but I definitely needed the extra time to process. I was GUTTED and absolutely wrecked. Poor D had to deal with my panic spiral for most of Wednesday. (love you lol) I'll be honest I'm still little shook up and sad. Kinda grateful for the 3 week break tbh between episodes. This was a gut punch I wasn't in the least expecting. Hoping we'll get a S7 announcement during this hiatus. *fingers crossed* Get it together ABC. This took me awhile to unpack emotionally so thank you all again for being so patient.

So I want to preface this post. There will be ZERO And I mean ZERO bashing of Tim in this review from me. Would appreciate that in comments as well. I love conversation you know I love comments. What I don't like is hate being spread. Also nothing on Eric either. I've also seen this which is utter madness. Don't touch our captain. Man loves this fandom so much. Deserves respect. If you came to this review for either of those things please promptly exit stage left. I mean that in the kindest way possible but I love Tim/Eric so it's a non starter with me.

I’ve never so deeply related with a character in all my life as I have with Tim Bradford. I’ll be dissecting this ep to best of my ability. I love both these characters so very much. Why I was knocked out for a couple days before could tackle this. I imagine my thoughts will change when I do my summer in depth one. When we have the rest of the season in pocket. I have to say this won't be mini at all. LOL So lets get rid of that concept right now ha I can't be mini with this ep. I am not brief so thanks for reading. Also hats off to Eric my god he was incredible in this episode. Melissa too killing me left, right and center you two. Let us get started.

6x06 Secret and Lies.

Poor Lucy looks like me when I’m stressed and drained af. Tamara asking how stressed she currently is? Lucy answering 19.....She looks like a 19 if not worse tbh. This is probably the most time they've spent apart since they got together. Basically living together at this point let's be honest. Other than 6x01 they haven't really spent time apart aside from that UC op in 5x21. *sigh*

Tamara asking if Tim is still ghosting her? Lucy trying so hard to keep it together with her answer. My heart. What a wreck she is without Tim. Do love that we get to see her pin-up board btw. Good shot of her room we don’t usually get. That cupcake poster I love it so much. Although now it makes me sad...

Lucy asking what's wrong? Tamara telling her she wants to move out with some friends from school. Crap. Her moving is the last thing she needs…. But it's good for her even though the idea makes me sad. End of an era. Lucy is right she needs to live with people her own age. Doesn’t make it hurt less though. This is a ROUGH season for Lucy my god. The hits keep coming for our girl and I wanna hug her. Shield her somehow....

Lucy touching near her tattoo when she reaches Angela. (Mini gut punch.) I do love her coming to Angela about this. If there is anyone who knows Tim like she does it's Angela. Does help she finds his behavior alarming too. I mean of course she does. You can see the immediate worry. The empathy she has for Lucy is there but she holds her cards close in her advice. Telling her to trust him even though it's literally killing her. Not the council Lucy needed to hear or was looking for.

Lucy wanted more action than 'Just wait and trust him.' She has been trusting him but she’s so insanely worried. Going out of her mind with anxiety for her person. It's exuding out of of her and she looks like she wants to cry…Ugh me too Lucy. I’m an empath and an anxious one at that. I would be going out of my mind too…. Angela looks worried as hell though. Even though she isn't conveying that to Lucy at this point. Breaking my heart as she takes off from their convo. Because if she doesn't she'll lose it right then and there.

God I love Angela Lopez. First off well done on tracking him down. She's just a bad ass. I mean it's one of the reason's Lucy reached out to her tbh. Just gets into his car, drinking his soda, calling him out right away. I love her reasoning saying she can live off Wesley’s trust fund. Lmao. Doesn’t matter as much if she get's fired. 'Wine o'clock.' for her. Gotta love the confidence. I truly hope we get more Tim/Angela scenes the rest of this season. I always adore their dynamic.

Tim is sold on her reasoning and starts to explain the current situation he's trapped in. Angela taking it all in and assessing everything as he explains. Once Tim has succinctly summed up his current predicament Angela's reply is the best. 'I’m in.' lmao I love this woman. ‘I got your back boo.’ That she does. In more ways than he even realizes at this point.

Gotta commend Angela calling him out for walking away from Lucy. Not only that but his job to arrest a guy hasn’t thought of in a decade…. Ain’t no one better than her to be there to call him out his crap right now. Not only that but to really dig deep. To know this is far more than what he's sharing. This is why Angela is an incredible detective rooting things out like this. Saying this is more than just protecting Lucy. Her intuition is out of this world.

I mean she's not wrong. Lucy would understand if it was just about the benefits. She would be proud really. Thing is it's about protecting himself too. Which really just scratches the surface of why he is doing this. Tim knows he's caught even if he shrugs it off. She has him dead to rights and he knows it. 'I’m your BFF. I know you.' Ha it’s true whether you like it or not Timothy…Just like Lucy she has your number.

Angela giving him crap with how they're following Ray. Worried he isn't being smart about this. This is so unlike him to be this sloppy and unfocused. She was right he was tailing too close… Ray catches on to their tail quickly. When he scanned the vehicle made me so nervous. Doing it while he's taunting Tim. He's so detail oriented blows my mind Tim let that get by him. This SL gave me such MASSIVE anxiety as I watched it. Oh my lord.

The minute they get back to Angela's place she calls him out once again. Asking why he thinks this is ALL his fault? Tim shrugs it off and she refuses to take that as his final answer. Of course Angela was right there is far more to this story. Tim finally opens up to her about what happened. He had been leading his squadron for some time. Looking to move up to Sergeant.

The catch was he couldn’t be promoted if there was rampant criminality in his unit. Ray clearly was in the way of him moving up. Tim figured he could keep it within his unit if they went after him.. Oh Tim…. It was an unsanctioned mission too. Thinking if he could accomplish this would be easy fast track to his promotion.

Kills me to know he was there during the air strike ugh… Details missing from the last episode. The Humvee saved him and Mark but not his other men… I can't imagine what Tim felt in that moment. The immense amount of guilt laid on his soul from here on out. I mean it makes sense why he never left patrol before Lucy. The last time he tried to advance his career this happened. My broken boy.

Eric CRUSHES this scene. I wanna cry. My poor Timothy. He was more focused more on his career than his oath...Got two of his men killed. My damn heart. He’s so ashamed of himself. The way he points at himself when he says 'leadership.' I knew his military past would be dark but holy crap. I wanted more of his backstory and they delivered that in spades. What a gut punch this had to be for him. No doubt his men were loyal af to him. Would've followed him anywhere and did.

He carries leading those men to their deaths because they followed his leadership. Oof. That is quite the weight to keep on your soul. Also gives us insight to why he shoulders everything. Even when he doesn't have to. Punishing himself for past transgressions such as this. I'm sure when we get to the other side of this season, I will have an even deeper respect for the writers going into his backstory like this. Giving us even more insight to this man.

This hurts so good to get this kind of info. I have no doubt that’s why he shut Lucy out. The shame he feels is overwhelming. I totally get it. Nothing scarier than someone knowing your darkest secrets. Not only that but worrying they’ll think less of you due to it. Tim already struggles with self loathing. Been a theme for him his entire arc on this series. Something I've touched on a lot. This is truly bringing that to light in the most painful way.

We see Ray scanned Tim's car in order to gain access to it. To check his GPS to see where he's been. How he's been tracking him. When he scrolls down to Lucy's address. Made my stomach sink. Legit felt sick to my stomach....

I do love Lucy coming home and having Tamara there. Saying she ordered pizza for them. This is exactly what she needs. Do you really have to go Tamara? I wonder if she'll delay leaving now after this ep. There is a knock at the door and of course it's not the pizza. It's Ray. Hair's on the back of my neck stood up from the moment he entered that apt.

I know Melissa stated in her interview she was nervous about this scene. That she came off awkward in her anger. You are incorrect madam. Holy hell Lucy is a BAMF. Telling him the only call she's gonna make is for the ambulance. Because when she's done with him he's going to need it to wheel him out. Holds her ground like the confident bad ass we've all loved seeing her become.

Lucy calling him shaking and demanding where he was. Ooh lord hell fire coming with her through that front door. I love Angela grabbing Tamara to another room. Like let's go mom and dad are about to have a big blow out. Let's give them some space...

Tim asking if she's ok? Truly concerned but Lucy isn't having ANY of it. 'Do I look ok?' Damn no she doesn't....Ripping into him saying how that creep could've showed up when she wasn't there. Lucy is not wrong....Oh my lord I’ve never seen her so damn mad. She is RAGING at him and rightfully so. Her home was violated, Tamara was put in danger and threatened. All because Tim was trying to protect her. phew.

Tim FINALLY concedes to telling her something. It only seems to enrage her more. She is literally vibrating with anger in this scene with him. The more he tells her the more it doesn't explain why he left her in the dark. Lucy begging him to read her in. I mean she has earned that my love. ..Telling him to stop protecting her. Gah Tim is a deep loyalist who would protect anyone he loves even if it's not the right thing. His reply is a reflection of that.

'I can't. I won't.' He's so driven to keep her safe. His instinct is to protect her but doesn't see he's hurting her in the process. I knew she was going to be pissed he let Angela in and not her. But Tim was right she has a lot less to lose. Which doesn't seem pertinent in this moment...I do love her placing her hands on his when she also replies. 'I can't. I won't.'

Mirroring his words from moments ago. Just like he will never stop protecting her. Lucy will never stop fighting for him or longing to help him. That man is her entire world. The most important person in her life. It makes perfect sense she would help with this. Career be damned. I mean she risked her career to get him a shot at Metro. Of course she would do the same thing in order to shoulder his burden with him.

Love her standing her ground in this moment. Like damnit I love you and you are going to let me in. Whether you like it or not I am here and I'm going to help. If this wasn't a reflection of the communication problems that still painfully exist between them I don't know what is. I mean she tried to be patient and trust him. But honestly he needed this kick in the ass to let her in. Which is a problem. Lucy needs to be the first person he goes to. It shouldn't have to come to this. *sigh*

Their OP goes off without a hitch. Except Ray saying he was going to be an air strike on Tim's life.... God I had no idea as I was watching that scene how true it would be. Tim gets his interview and lies to protect Angela and Lucy. While keeping his own job intact as well. Also welcome back to Jackson’s dad. Hello there Percy. This is not how I wanted to see him again.

But he is IA him returning was never gonna be a good thing tbh in a post Jackson world. Regardless it was nice to see him again. The scene is Grey's office is ROUGH. Never seen Wade so disappointed in Tim. It hurts to watch. Just like this entire gut punch of an episode. Tim is just standing there in utter shame of everything. Ashamed Wade is looking at him like this.

Kills me Grey has to inform Pine of what he did. It makes sense he has to but damn that sucks. The amount of respect Tim has for Wade is immense. To watch him tear Tim apart and just stand there like a puppy being scolded hurts my soul. Especially when he tries to fight Pine knowing. Just dismissing him without further comment or argument...

So I will say this and it's not at all fair to Lucy that I thought this I'm sure. But I felt like if there was gonna be a breakup it would be coming from her. Not Tim in this moment. That's the part of this moment that really knocked the wind out of me. She had every damn right to be the one too btw. Instead she is there waiting for him with open arms. Honestly I took a breath for the first time this entire episode when she welcomed him in.

Wrapping him up in her arms. Encasing him, rubbing his back, her fingers in his hair. Gently cradling him against her. I thought ok maybe we'll be alright. Since Lucy isn't nearly as angry as she was earlier. Maybe they can get through this together. Cause she loved on him regardless of what happened. The unconditional love she has for this man blows me away. I honestly thought with her loving on him maybe they'd make it out. That they’d work through it together.

Tim looks so very defeated. On the verge of an actual breakdown as he explains that he lied about everything. Saying it saved his job...protected Angela and her. It doesn't seem like enough of a win to him. He looks so very destroyed and this is just the beginning of his downward spiral.

Lucy is doing everything to be his rock in this moment. To assuage him of his guilt… Most vulnerable ever seen Tim *pre tears*…. Lucy telling him it was an impossible situation. She would've done the same thing. It’s so very clear she was willing to work through this. To build them back to where they were before he got that phone call. Everything Lucy was in this scene represented her unconditional love for him. Tim is just too destroyed at the moment to see it….Also for him to accept it. It's so hard to truly accept unconditional love if you've never had it before. To truly trust in it.

Lucy is watching him spiral out of control. The way he's talking about himself with such loathing. How she never would've been in a place where she put her self interest over her team like him. She is trying her damndest to right his wrong. But Tim is having none of it. It pains me to see it... Pains Lucy too. It's the way she grabs onto him while he continues his verbal self flogging that get's me.

Trying to ground him in this moment with her touch. Bring him back to her. Something that has worked so well in the past. Sadly not having the intended affect this time around. Tim is too damn gone at this point. He feels he’s betrayed everything he thought he was. THOUGHT he was. *heart clutch* Tim has such a deep moral compass. That's why this is rocking him so very much. Ugh my heart. I too have a crazy deep moral compass. I can't say I wouldn't be spiraling out like him as well.

This was his greatest sin brought to light. To Tim exposing him for the fraud he feels he is. Him saying he's been lying to himself for a long time is a reflection of this. That imposter syndrome coming out real strong here. Something he buried deep down came rushing to the forefront and he is imploding. Says as much above. He no longer feels worthy to be in her life now. I get this anytime I screw up with a friend or my sister. I have this deep sense of shame attached to it. Like I no longer deserve that friend or my sister cause I messed up or if a past sin comes up. That they'll no longer love me or will forever look at me differently cause of it.

It's not logical but it's deeply ingrained from my mom shaming me for doing anything wrong growing up. As it is for Tim. His father literally beat the hell out of him for ever being out of line. He has suffered emotional and physical abuse. Unless confronted and treated comes out like this. Demons making their way to the surface. I was bawling by the time he said 'I'm sorry.' He’s never seen himself worthy of Lucy’s love that much has always been evident. But to see it this raw and visceral ripped my heart out. It’s on the ground where they're both standing.

I think this is something that has been brewing in the background for Tim for a long time. Now that I've had time away to decompress and think. I'm actually very excited they're tackling this. It's clear Tim is not in a place where he thinks he deserves her anymore. Low key never has been. He acts before he thinks. Eric had a great quote from his interview about Tim "He is impulsive and he reacts instead of thinking things through, and it can come out a bit too strong.” That is this decision in a nutshell. He feels he is a burden therefore he is removing himself without thinking it through. The regret that is going to come with this is going to be immense for him.

'You deserve so much better.' Better than me basically. He feels immense shame and that shame is launching him away from her. You know I learned something in therapy about this. About not being perfect and feeling like I'm too much. i.e. a burden. My therapist told me and it made me cry. 'You are worthy of the space you take up in people's lives. They want you there.' Tim does not think he is worthy of the space he is taking up in Lucy's life now. All his sins on the table laid out for her to see. He can't handle it. That much is very clear here. I will say I haven’t let a ship hurt me like this in a long time.

This absolutely crushed me. I couldn't even fathom assembling my thoughts. Cut me very deep. Been with this ship since day one. Also what a crushing blow this is for Lucy. Our poor girl. I mean she gave everything to this relationship. I mean EVERYTHING. She was all in from the moment Tim said ‘Unless it is.’ This was her first real relationship. First real leap into being serious. Thinking about marriage and kids. She gave her all to Tim my god. Her career took a hit for him and she never complained. Knew he was worth it (he still is btw) Fought every step of the way for him. For them.

When he was pulling back above it was an absolute panic for her. She could see him slipping through her fingers. Idk what broke my heart more Tim thinking he’s not worthy of her any longer or her begging him not to do this. She literally can't fathom how he can let go of her like this. Thought she was his person. Tim feels he’s gone back to who he was pre-Lucy and that scares him. He feels undeserving of the love she has to give him. Lucy knows everything and in his mind he can’t imagine her still loving him.

Lucy was as we all were in this scene. In disbelief... Even though Tim put her though absolute hell she was still there to comfort and support him. Because to her he is worth it even in the hard times. We all know Tim isn’t the best with his emotions. In his trauma damaged brain he thinks he’s doing the right thing here. That he’s radioactive, she deserves better than being around him and his reckless behavior.

The kiss on her head. Lucy trying to physically push away his rejection. Stomping all over my damn heart...However this ends up playing out Tim is going to have to address his emotional instability. How he charges forward and doesn’t think things through. Ruled by his emotions in the worst way. He’s impulsive and he’s gonna have to fight to get her back when he’s in a better mindset. Her trust has been obliterated by this. She fought and clawed for them and this was her reward. He’s gonna have to do some serious healing to get back to her. Lucy has loved him the best she can but he needs to put in some work now. We see next ep he's meeting with Aaron's therapist. Don't love that but I’ve wanted Tim to go to therapy for years. He needs this. Therapy doesn’t work unless you put the effort in though.

That will be a challenge for him. When I get out of the purview of this hurt I’m feeling...I’m actually going to be really impressed and happy they had Tim go through this. Do I think this is the end of them? No I think this is some serious growing pains. It was issues that have been percolating since Lucy did that 5 player trade. Hell probably back in 5x12 when Tim sacrificed himself without telling her so they could stay together. I still think that was romantic because of it's intended nature. BUT was the beginning of the communication problems. They’ve grown so very much in that regard. We’ve seen it but there is still work to be done on that front. It just came to a very gutting painful head.

I still have faith in the writers. I still have faith they’ll be ok. It might not be right away and I'm already feeling impatient tbh. But this is some serious realism being applied to them. It wasn't some random BS angst. Honestly we’re lucky our ship gets the most attention, the best SL’s and two people who LOVE these characters. They absolutely adore them and this ship. If you haven’t read Melissa and Eric’s interviews for this episode I highly recommend. This sucks right now. No two ways about it. But we will survive this storm. They’ll come out stronger than ever. Truly believe that. But for now let's rally around each other and get through this together. There will be brighter days ahead just doesn't feel like it right now. We got this.

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Side notes non Chenford.

Do love Aaron working with Harper all if of all I cared about other than their SL in this one. Nolan's I fast forwarded which I normally don't do but I had no patience for his BS in this ep lol My anxiety was rampant in this ep and had no space for him.

Also RIP Metro Tim for the 6x07 promo. This hurts to see not just cause I enjoyed him in that outfit lol But to see his career take a nosedive like this. I wanted more Tim back story. Didn’t think would hurt like this though....Feel free to comment I love you all for any interaction I get with these. <3

#Caitlin mini reviews #chenford #s6 #the rookie 6x06 #6x06 Secret and Lies #otp: unless it is #otp: doing my job #the rookie #tim x lucy #tim bradford #lucy chen #lucy x tim #eric winter #melissa o'neil #tim bradford x lucy chen

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positivelybeastly · 3 months ago

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Hey again, since you've once again brought up the idea of Hank and fatherhood, thought I'd try again to bring up his romantic history ( first comes love then comes marriage, Yada Yada and all that)

For a guy so down on himself and his appearance his got a pretty good dating history, and that's not even counting the people he's been teased with that the writers haven't pulled the trigger with yet

* cough*wonderman* cough*

How do you think Hanks romantic history in comics reflects on him as a romantic partner, both good and bad?

It's not my fault Hank's got such dad energy that people want to talk about how good of a father he'd make all the time. ;)

So, I think that Hank's romantic history is. Interesting. Because there's the surface level perception of Hank, and then there's the actuality of Hank as a romantic partner.

The surface level is largely dictated by the only non-comics source that ever bothered to give him a romance (no, I emphatically do not count the Mystique bullshit from the movies), which was the 90s animated series and the continuation of that theme in '97 this year.

Yep, it's time to talk about Carly Crocker!

Now, Carly is a completely original creation for the 90s show, and she doesn't quite fit any of the archetypes of Hank's other notable comics paramours, so I'd hazard a guess that they just kinda freestyled it here because, well, Hank's other romantic partners up to this point (Vera Cantor and Trish Tilby) wouldn't have fit the interracial romance/literal Beauty and the Beast angle that this episode is going for.

Carly's cute! I like her dynamic with Hank. They're very soft and tender with one another - she's not what I'd call frightfully complex, but she's a good woman with a nice dynamic that tugs at the heart strings a little, and especially given that the original 90s cartoon was aimed at kids, I feel like this is the right level of romantic interest to give a similarly relatively un-complex version of Beast.

Neither of them have any real negative qualities because if they did, well, it would detract from the tragedy of their denied romance and the unfairness of it all. It's very clear that the makers of the show want you to come away from this thinking that it's complete bullshit that Hank and Carly can't be together because other people are so small minded, and that would be muddied if Carly was, idk, kinda rude, or if we more faithfully transcribed some of Hank's neuroses to screen. So instead, it's very idealised.

This is where a lot of people get their idea of what Beast is like. He is a perfect saint who literally cures the blind on his time off from being a superhero, and his paramour is an angelic blind woman who is completely free from prejudice or rough edges. I think it's fine for what the show is going for, but it's not quite accurate to what Hank and his romantic history is like - to the point where I've seen some people (usually Redditors) say, UGHHHH, Beast was never the saint you think he was in the 90s cartoon, he's ALWAYS been morally grey, you fools! The fun blue uncle never existed in the comics!

And it's like, my guy. Yeah, the 90s show embellished a little bit, but this is not a million miles away from who Hank is. He's simplified, but Hank was absolutely a fun blue uncle jokester with a heart of gold for most of his existence. Maybe it wasn't exactly who he was in the comics, but neither is he what certain later writers think he is.

But. I digress.

We do, of course, have the '97 romance to consider, but we'll get to that, because that's a lot to unpack . . .

Comics!

Vera Cantor!

Ugh.

So, like . . . teenage Hank is just obnoxious. I don't enjoy him, tbh. He occasionally has good lines, but I'm basically just sitting around flicking his annoying head like

But in this instance, the 'do something' is turn blue. He's so much less obnoxious and annoying when he's blue . . .

Even filtering out the 60s misogyny, which isn't a particularly interesting flaw to try and give Hank, he's just not a great romantic partner because he's too stuffy and bookish. He's inattentive to Vera's needs and it really does read like he's only here because, well, it's something to do and Bobby needs a wingman. Vera states that she likes Hank because he's refined, which I suppose is true enough, but that's not enough to build anything more than a flirtation out of, tbh.

He's just. Not ready yet, for a fulfilling romance. The stuffiness and the blowhard vocabulary are all a smokescreen for a lot of insecurity, and that's just not someone who's ready to have a relationship.

Then again, when has that ever stopped a teenager?

They survive for longer than they should have done, honestly, given that Hank and Bobby are literally ALWAYS being called away to do X-Men things, which naturally puts a damper on dates, and they're on decent enough terms when she shows up again in Amazing Adventures, needing his help in dealing with Mimic's whole deal in Incredible Hulk.

It's a comic book romance (derogatory). It is what it is. Not really all that complex, not a lot to write home about.

Where it gets interesting is when J.M. DeMatteis enters the picture.

There's something very . . . performative, about Hank's romance with Vera, under DeMatteis. And I don't say that analytically, I mean that completely, utterly literally.

Silence. Uncertainty.

Guys, if I have to tell you that this is a bad foundation for a relationship, then I'm worried for you and your significant others. You can't be with someone because they're safe. That's part of a good reason to be with someone, but if you look at someone, and the best you can think of when you look at them is, you remind me of when my personal life was a little less scary because it was being dictated by a stern Professor Xavier, that's. Probably a sign???

It's also not great that Vera hasn't discovered feminist literature yet, so she keeps falling for being lovebombed because Hank is a bad boyfriend.

And this scene is just a big fuckin' WOOF.

Kid? Is that . . . really how you want to talk to your girlfriend, Hank?

Like . . . in the end, this is not the worst relationship in the world. Hank, when he's around, is charming. He's a good man. He writes good poetry, he'll take you dancing, he's handsome, he's great in bed, and he's a goddamn superhero. He is a fundamentally good man.

But.

He is inconsistent. He is prone to making decisions without consulting you. He is prone to showboating and revelling in attention from his fans because he has self-esteem issues. And, in the end? He's just not that into you, Vera. The base problem is still kind of the same - he's immature. He hasn't grown up yet. He's working on it! He's showing some self-awareness! But it's gonna be a bit before he's really good for anything beyond a fling.

Thankfully, Vera grew up and out of it quickly. Good for her!

The fact that they're still friendly means Hank didn't completely fuck this one up. I think both of them realise they had a lot of growing up to do, and I think that's the kind of sin you forgive people for a lot more when they're actually working on it, which Hank did.

Now, let's compare and contrast . . . with Jennifer Nyles.

I fucking love Jen.

Introduced in 1991's Marvel Presents as a flashback character who was Hank's first proper girlfriend (there's a character called Mindy that appears to have been a less serious relationship before Jen), Jennifer is a clever clogs like Hank, and even more feisty.

Hank remarks multiple times that if it hadn't been for his choice to join the X-Men, he likely would have stayed with Jen for the rest of his life, and I can see it. In a world where Hank didn't go with the X-Men, he lives a quiet, happy life with Jen in Illinois. Maybe he wins a Nobel Prize for biophysics. They have kids. They're good.

But, instead, Xavier wipes her mind of Hank's existence, and it shifts her entire world's axis - she commits her genius to the task of working out what the gap in his mind is, and becomes an expert in the field of techno-organic cybernetics.

As you do.

They find each other again. They have their moments together. And then, because Hank is a superhero, and they live dangerous lives, and Jen is reckless enough to get involved in dangerous endeavours to try and work out what was stolen from her, she nearly dies.

Nearly.

Hank and Jen are incredibly compatible, to be honest. They're a great match, and it's interesting to compare her to Vera, who is identified as a librarian, an 'intelligent' profession, but whom Hank seems disinterested in, whereas Jen, who is explicitly on Hank's level, enraptures him, and in the end, he's forced to let her go for her safety.

In the end, Hank doesn't want someone who'll just hold his hand, he wants someone who can challenge him intellectually, someone who will hold him to account, who can match his wit, and Vera . . . can't.

Not really.

It's partly a foible of when they met, partly a case of Vera being who she is and Hank who he is, but in the end, it all comes down to how Vera reacted when she received those flowers and poetry. She folded. She was charmed. She fell for Hank's charming exterior. And that's. Kinda. Not interesting to him? I don't even think he realises that's what's going on, but it is what happened. She showed him that she would put up with his shenanigans, and that's not what Hank wants. Not really.

You could almost see it as a game that Hank plays, a challenge to see if you can scratch the surface and get at who he really is, under the surface, if you're dedicated to getting at him. Maybe that's unfair of him to do, but again, I don't think it's something he even realises he's doing. He has walls up for a reason, and if you break through them, then you clearly want him - he can believe that, because you just fought him, to get to him. It all comes back to that insecurity . . .

It's also worth noting here that Hank and Jen have another encounter in X-Men Unlimited vol. 2 #10, in a way that contradicts Marvel Presents. It's hard to reconcile, since she remembers Hank here when she shouldn't, but I like both stories too much to really fight over which one I have as canon, so I kinda just don't think about it too much.

"What would you think of me if I was to tell you how terrified I am of everything right now?"

"You've never been scared of anything in your life. I think we should both be brave and go take a look at what might be hiding in the cemetery."

That touch, that tenderness . . . ouahhghhhh . . . the timelines are screwy, and these are all written years apart from one another, but I do think it's significant that Hank spends entire issues of Amazing Adventures and Incredible Hulk hiding his beastly appearance from Vera under a mask, and yet, he willingly unwraps his bandages for Jen.

I think that tells you all about how willing he is to be his true self around Jen versus Vera. Hank literally says he doesn't know who he is sometimes around Vera, and she tells him, I'll help you find out if you let me. Helpful, but it doesn't fix the problem. Meanwhile, Hank is in the midst of the worst depression and fear of his life, reeling from his worst ever mistake, and Jen tells him that she'll be brave with him, and they'll confront the unknown together. He finds catharsis that way. Vera is supportive. Jennifer is proactive. Hank appreciates both, of course, but only through one can he achieve growth.

But, that's no real surprise, because . . . she's the one who tells him this, too . . .

Jennifer Nyles, you have, like, 9 appearances in all of Marvel Comics, but I would die for you. Genuinely one of the most influential characters in Hank's life, tbh.

. . . SPEAKING OF INFLUENTIAL CHARACTERS.

So . . . in the interests of a fair analysis, Trish is an interesting character. She believes in transparency, the democratisation of information, she is eminently heroic, she is self-sacrificing, she is intelligent, and she is strong.

You can see why Hank would be attracted to her. She can cut through the flip attitude and get at the Hank underneath. If we're going with the theory that Hank is playing keep away with his real feelings so that the only people who get close to him are the people who work to get there and he can believe that they're there for him, then Trish will succeed, because she'll put in the work.

But, the problem is, the Hank she met was human Hank, and even though she claims not to have a problem with the fur - and maybe, at this point, she doesn't! - we know that Hank's mutation becomes a problem for her.

Man, if I had a penny for every time I posted these panels, I wouldn't have to work.

But. In the interests of fairness. I have to point out that the problem here is not that Trish found it hard to get used to Hank's changing face - I've talked about this before, that it's understandable it would become an issue for her, in a romantic relationship, faces and bodies and the tangible aspects of a person are more important than ever - but that she thought this was in any way an acceptable way to do it.

Trish's insecurity made her lash out and 'fix' the problem in a way that saved her career and severed the tie that would drag her down. That is. An understandable reaction. It's hurtful, but in the end, she's prioritising herself, and that's. Understandable. That being said?

She had no fucking right to even try this.

Like. No??? You don't get to do this??? Fuck off??? You exited from his life in a way that saved your career and your reputation, you do not get to try and dip back in because you feel bad - and, I'm going to be incredibly fucking honest, that's if that's even the reason she's doing it. I suspect, maybe maliciously, but maybe not, that she had ulterior motives, because of past behaviour.

Because do you want to know what the worst thing Trish Tilby ever actually did was?

Meet Dennis Hogan. He is a mutant. His power is to look like a lizard. That's it. He also was infected by the Legacy Virus, making him incapable of controlling those transformations. He is a perfectly harmless, innocent young man, who is trying to find medical help for a disease that he had no way of avoiding contracting.

Trish Tilby is directly responsible for his death in a hate crime.

And Trish's response, when Hank brings this up?

Just throw the whole fucking woman out. She's septic garbage.

How does this reflect on Hank? It reflects badly that he ever took her back after this. After she sold out his fucking race, got an innocent man killed, deflected blame, physically assaulted her partner, and acted as if she, somehow, were the wronged party in this.

"If you were doing your job as well as I'm doing mine, there'd be one less dead mutant to mourn!"

Hank is currently working on a cure for the Legacy Virus, Patricia. Thank you for implying that he's not doing enough, while you sit around, hocking news stories that will tangibly improve your position at your job, that directly lead to hate crimes, because you have decided that people just NEED TO KNOW things that will make them act irresponsibly, hatefully, and cruelly.

Yes, there is such a thing as freedom of the press. There is such a thing as the democratisation of information.

And then there's this asshole, who was storming into Angel's hospital room with a camera, recording him with his ruined wings, chasing a story because it was the right thing to do, and damn the consequences.

Who cares who gets hurt, so long as Patricia Tilby gets her story?

It reflects badly on Hank that he ever went out with her. it reflects badly on Hank that he ever took her back. It reflects badly on everyone involved that they didn't have the heart to tell Hank to just fucking NOT.

This is who she is. It's who she's always been, since her first appearance, and it is stark how awful a woman she is.

The X-Men '97 adaptation of her was kind. Think about that for a moment. Think about the fact that turning this woman into a fucking Prime Sentinel couldn't make her do as much damage as she did with her own free will and bad judgement.

. . . Blech.

So, this is an incomplete history, because I've run out of images? Heh. If you want to hear more about Hank's other relationships, most notably Cecilia Reyes, Abigail Brand, and Simon Williams, feel free to send another ask, and I can link them together. Hope you found this informative and not as rambly as it feels.

Also, if I remember correctly, Cerebrocast is gonna do an episode on Trish Tilby soon? I have no intention of listening/watching to it, but keep all of this stuff in mind and see if it gets mentioned when that episode happens. Because that podcast's hate boner for Hank McCoy means I genuinely think they'll find a way to excuse Trish's poor behaviour just because it's Hank. It honestly wouldn't surprise me.

#coldpapernightmare #outofmuffins #hank mccoy

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twisted-turtels · 9 months ago

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Crossed Paths (Pt.1)

Farleigh Start x black!fem!oc

Author’s note: this is so random of me. Welcome to my new fixation, Farleigh Start from Saltburn. I wonder how long this story will last lol.

969 words is crazy i dont even write this much for my classes lol. it takes me days to get to 1000 words.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Crossed Paths

“Mama, there is no need to worry about me. You don’t trust me?” Jordan says. “It’s not that I don’t trust you. I don't trust the rest of the world. You're my baby, and you’re leaving me. Going all the way across the world!” Monica, Jordan’s mom, exclaims.

“Ma, you know this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I have never left this country, and I get the chance to study at one of the oldest and most prestigious universities for free! There’s nothing to worry about,” Jordan explains, “Listen, I’m about to pull up to my apartment, or shall I say ‘flat’ as the Englishmen describe it. I’ll talk to you later. Goodnighhhht.”

“Goodnight, baby, I love you. Don’t go crazy over there now!” Monica hangs up.

Jordan gets out of her taxi and takes in her surroundings. University of Oxford, I can’t believe I made it. Jordan clumsily gathers her luggage from the taxi (It’s a lot of stuff) and walks towards the entrance to her accommodation. As she struggles to make sure none of her luggage falls, she accidentally bumps into a tall figure.

“Fuck.”

“Oh shit, I am so sorry!” Jordan looks up and exclaims. She sees a tall, pretty, light-skinned man staring down at his now-stained shirt. He’s black, she thinks. “Yes, and so is my shirt,” the man says sarcastically. “Oh, I did not realize I said that out loud. I’m sorry again. I’m kind of struggling, and I guess I wasn't paying-” she tries to explain, “You’re American?” the man interrupts. “Um, yeah, I just got in today, if you can’t tell. I’m here for an exchange program,” she continued. “Not many of us here. Listen, don’t worry about the shirt. I hope to see you around, but I gotta be somewhere soon,” the man quickly says and walks off.

“For sure,” Jordan trails off, saying before she looks at her bags, I guess I will take this up myself. “Ugh!” she groans.

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Jordan sits in her flat and looks at the now unpacked space. I did a great job. I think I'm gonna put a Texas flag on my wall, too. She slumps down on the couch and looks at the flyer on her coffee table. ‘Undergraduate Social! 5 PM,’ it reads. “I guess I can attempt to socialize,” Jordan looks down at her watch, “One hour to get ready, but I don’t have to be there at exactly 5 pm though,” Jordan thinks aloud. I wonder if I’ll see the man from earlier?

After freshening up, Jordan gathered her keys and wallet and went to the social. She entered the student union and noticed it bustling with students and professors. While looking around, she subconsciously looks for the man she met earlier. Not many black students, she notes. She takes the time to go up to different organization tables and gather information. As she moves from table to table, she feels a delicate hand tap her shoulder. Jordan turns around and notices a blonde girl standing in front of her.

“Hello!” the blonde girl exclaims.

“Hello?” Jordan questions.

“Sorry for the abruptness, but I just wanted to introduce myself. You seemed lost. My name is Venetia, and I wanted to ask, are you American?”

“Uh yeah, I am. I’m from Texas, actually.” Jordan explains.

“That’s really cool. There aren't many Americans here. I do know another one, though, who just happens to be my cousin. Would you like to meet him?”

I do need friends, so it wouldn't hurt.

“I don’t mind that at all. Lead the way. Also, my name is Jordan, by the way.”

“What a lovely name. Follow me!” Venetia instructs.

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“Boys, I would like you to meet Jordan! She’s American just like you, Farleigh!” Venetia exclaims

Jordan stares at the tall man. “Oh, we’ve met Vee. She’s the one who spilled tea on my shirt.” Farleigh explains with a stoic look on his face.

Jordan stares at her feet sheepishly, “Yeah, really sorry about that.”

Farleigh stared the girl down until he smirked, “I’m just playing; it wasn’t a big deal. It's nice to put a pretty name to a pretty face, though.”

He just called me pretty.

“Ignore Farleigh, he’s a little jokester. Aren’t you cousin?” Venetia teasingly asks as Farleigh rolls his eyes. “Anyway, this is my brother, Felix,” Venetia gestures to another tall, handsome man. Are all British men above 6 feet and handsome?

“Hello. Sorry for my sister practically dragging you over here,” Felix jokes.

“I did not drag her over here!” Venetia exclaims

“Haha, it’s okay. I need to put myself out there more honestly, don’t want to be alone during my time here.” Jordan reassures.

“How about I get your phone number?” Farleigh blurts out, he then corrects himself, “ How about we all get your number so we can continue hanging out more? Obviously, I don’t want to be the only American in the group.”

“I thought you would never ask,” Jordan pulls out her phone to notice it’s dead, “Oops, phone is dead. Let me just write it down.” There is no paper. “Can I see your hand?” Jordan asks Farleigh while taking out a pen. Jordan softly holds Farleigh’s hand and writes down her number, “You can pass this on to the rest of them,” Jordan smiles at Farleigh.

“It was really nice meeting y'all, but I have to get ready for the first day, so I’ll see y'all later,” Jordan waves and walks off.

Oh my god, when did I get so bold?

The group looks at each other in astonishment as Jordan walks away. “Ooh, Farleigh, she gave you her number,” Venetia teases. “She gave it to all of us,” Farleigh defends himself.

“She says y’all,” Felix points out. “That’s so Texas of her.” He jokes.

#saltburn imagine #farleigh start #felix catton #venetia catton #oliver quick #farleigh imagine #farleigh x reader #farleigh start x reader

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m-ayo-o · 10 months ago

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Hi! Since I love your blog (I’m more like a huge simp for your works), I will submit a request for your “it’s written in the stars event”.

virgo + she/her + rational and methodical but overly sarcastic + smut scenario (hate sex picked from your list) + Urahara Kisuke.

Keep up the amazing work, thanks for blessing my dash with your masterpieces! Take care💜

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zodiac event : ♍︎ VIRGO afab reader x CAPRICORN KISUKE URAHARA ♑︎ genre: explicit smut! reader has a problem with kisuke wc: 1.7k note: hello thank u !! i kinda failed on the hate sex rq but reader has some complicated feelings abt him...

You've been busy unpacking all the deliveries and bringing them to the shop floor, finishing off with the chocolate and candies- your favourite section. You enjoy this part of the day- it's so early no one else is here and the shop doesn't open for a couple of hours. You placed the bars and packets neatly, organising them in rows, in a pretty display on the shelves.

But when he comes in, all of your work may as well have been for nothing.

"Oooo, you didn't tell me we had these coming!??"

He rifles through the neat rows of candy and finds his favourite flavour, leaving the rest in complete disarray.

"You ordered them." You give him a huff and a distinct eye roll, making it clear that he's already pissed you off, after being here for less than five minutes.

You wonder why you even bother showing up to work some days to see this irksome idiot. He grabs more of the candy and starts rummaging through the boxes at your feet.

"Hey-- just- put that back- ugh, Kisuke-!!!"

He drives you nuts.

Every fucking day you get closer and closer to losing your damn mind.

His nonchalance towards your meticulous and dedicated work grate on you, his whimsical and forgetful tendencies leave you picking up the slack, and the pervy comments and touches?

If you get one more you swear you're gonna level him.

He stands up with fistfuls of the new candy.

"Kisuke. Put it back."

However, he knows something about you that you definitely haven't come to terms with yourself.

Unfortunately, despite his outward stupidity, deep (and I mean deep) down, there's a part of you that knows how perfect he is. His happy go lucky exterior is see through to you now, and if you tell the honest truth, you like the mysterious and logical man underneath.

But you can't say it. You can't even think it. When you look at him, with his hoards of candy and that stupid grin, it makes you want to smack his face and push the feelings so deep that you'll never find them again.

And due to this ongoing battle, it's leaving you susceptible to his... flirtations.

So when he steps closer, with that wide smile still plastered on his face, and asks,

"What are you gonna do?"

You snatch a packet from his clutches and place it back on the shelf, organising them again. You turn back to take the rest but he has his hand held up with a hard sweet in his fingers. He's so close to your lips- he just smirks and tells you to open up, slipping the candy inside.

He watches your eyebrows furrow, but you accept the candy nonetheless. He swipes his thumb over your lip and traces over the corner of your mouth, then to your cheek.

"Hands off," you threaten, but he ignores you, bringing his thumb back to your lip to tease your mouth open.

"You like that flavour, too, don't you?" His voice is lilting and jovial, laced with something more sinister.

What is he thinking.

He slides his thumb over your tongue.

You grab his wrist and yank it back.

"Kisuke."

You've warned him about touching you like this.

But every time he does it just makes your feelings clearer.

You want him, and he knows. And the fact that it bothers you so much is very amusing to him.

"Kisuke, get your hands off me and help with this damn delivery."

But he persists, his palm finding your cheek with your hand still wrapped around his wrist, and he slides around to the back of your neck to pull you closer. You stumble over the boxes and trip forwards, your hands landing on his chest with a little yelp. You can feel his bare skin where his samue slips away.

"No," he wants you to admit it. He's had enough of playing the fool.

"Let's have some more candy."

He smiles and tilts your head up to his, squeezing your cheeks and leaning down.

Your eyes fly wide when he just keeps coming closer- you push back on his chest but he stills you with ease, bringing his lips to yours and licking the candy right out of your mouth.

"Kisuke-!! I swear- you're a fucking menace!! If you don't leave me alone I'm gonna--"

"What?"

"I'm gonna--"

Your mind goes blank and you see red.

You're not a violent person, you're not a violent person. You keep telling yourself before you drag a hand from his chest, pull back and swing your open palm at his cheek.

You have to close your eyes- your hand stings, but you can just hear him laughing.

"Haha, oh come on, you can't hate me that much?"

His voice turns all soft and you open your eyes to see that endearing smile, with a pink hand print over his cheek, and you suddenly feel very guilty.

You're overwhelmed by a rush of confusing thoughts and emotions- you look at his face and a tear steaks down your cheek.

"I hate you, you moron."

"C'mere, take it out on me, okay?"

He drags you to the back of the shop, that's still locked up, and lets you do just that.

Everything's happening so fast you can barely keep track- of his hands, his lips, his fingers.

He stripped you as soon as you gave him a certain look that told him your strong walls had finally been broken and that he was allowed to touch you how he wanted. How you wanted.

And now he's got you pinned against the wall with your legs wrapped around him your plans to tell him how much you despise him have gone out the window.

But the way he's treating you now, with his mouth finally closed around your nipple, is sending you to heaven and back.

And when he carries you in his arms, finding a chair and placing you on top, he tells you-

"Go on, fuck me like you hate me"

He pulls his pants down and lets you sink onto him slow and get your bearings, before you start riding him with deep and forceful thrusts.

He watches in awe, leaning back on the chair to see your body move. It's just how he dreamed.

"That's it-" he encourages you to get rougher until you're grabbing at the back of his neck and telling him to suck on your tits.

"With pleasure~"

That cheshire smile spreads again and his pale eyes twinkle before he follows your instruction.

"Harder"

"Hmm, hm whatever you say, darling"

"Ngh-- fuck... don't call me that-"

He bites and sucks on your perky nipples while your hand threads into his hair and starts tugging harshly.

"Oh~ oh Kisuke- fuck mee~"

He takes your expression very literally, grabs onto your waist and starts pumping his dick into you where he sits.

He is enamoured by your expression; with your mouth hanging open, definitely about to orgasm, and grabbing so helplessly onto the muscle of his shoulders till you can only whimper his name.

This brings him endless satisfaction.

"Don't hate me so much now, hmm?"

You frown and nod, afraid that you'll bite your tongue if you speak.

"Oh," he feigns a hurt expression with a pout, "you just love my dick then?"

You let out an annoyed 'mmmm'ing sound and try to take control again, but it's too late and he's got you starting to shake with his hard and constant thrusting.

You're about to cum, stuttering and telling him not to stop when-

"N-no- no fuck- "

-he starts to slow down.

"Tell me how you feel, sweetie."

His tone changes and he sounds all soft. He's not teasing you anymore.

But you just shake your head and press your forehead to his, desperately willing him to move faster again.

"I'll let you cum, 'promise. Just tell me what's in that pretty head of yours, hm?"

He coaxes you to look him in the eyes which are so wide and perfectly innocent. You've never seen him look like this before.

"Don't make me beg, come on- I'm desperate."

And he is. You can see it now- from the expression on his face to the way he can hardly control himself. He's the one who's supposed to be edging you... but his hips start moving again and he presses kiss after kiss to your lips until you open up and start to mumble over his lips.

"I- I like you, Kisuke- "

He moves a little faster now, still pressing you for more.

"I like you."

You say it again, hoping to appease him, but he builds up that intense knot in your stomach again and holds your back so gently when he says-

"We're not in high school, sweetheart. You can tell me more."

He keeps fucking you deep, now you're about to spill he smiles and watches you shake your head. You can't say anything else today, but he's sure he'll get more out of your pretty lips eventually. After waiting so long for this, he can be happy for now.

"Okay, okay," he coos and brings you over the edge softly, pressing his lips into your neck, "that's it, you can let go now- mmh- fuck~"

"I, I know I've never told you, but I hope you understand- how I feel about you."

You nod and a lazy smile covers his face as you watch his eyebrows screw up with pleasure and he bites his lip. He's not sure if he should say this next bit but he can't hold it in anymore.

"You know that I love you?"

"Oh- oh my god- Kisuke-"

You feel him filling you and you just nod and hold him so tight, pressing your lips together and feeling his warmth. He carresses you and holds you close to his body, letting you calm down and sink into his arms. And you sit there, on top of your boss, in the back of his shop, with the dim lights, and you realise it's nearly time to open up.

He takes you to the bathroom and helps you clean up before sitting you on the edge of the bath and telling you-

"About what I said-"

But you're quick to silence him with your finger over his lips, followed by a sweet kiss.

"I'll wait," he utters into the gap between your lips, "I'll be patient, ok?"

You nod and kiss him again and again, stroking hair and sinking into his touch one more time. You're afraid the shop is going to open late today.

bleach | m.list | zodiac event

#kisuke x reader #kisuke babe #kisuke #urahara kisuke x reader #kisuke bleach #kisuke urahara #urahara kisuke smut #urahara kisuke #bleach fanfic #bleach smut #bleach #bleach fandom

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dreamcreatorsworld · 2 months ago

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Play With Fire

Pairing: Hyunjin × Fem. reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: MDNI, spitting, kissing, fingering, finger sucking, spanking, pet names, crying, begging, unprotected sex (don't do it), breast sucking, reader has small tits and she feels insecure about it. Let me know if I missed anything!

Summary: You and Hyunjin were enemies. You found out you'll be roomates for this year.

You have just entered college. You go to the principal's office to take the key for your dormitory, and after getting in, you see your biggest enemy: Hyunjin. "Oh, great. The worst roommate I could ever have."

"I could say the same thing." You roll your eyes.

He rolls his eyes back, and he crosses his arms, looking you up and down. "Looks like we're stuck together this year."

"Oh, no, that's not gonna happen. I'll try to convince the principal to put me in another room."

He scoffs and shakes his head. "No, you won't. The principal knows me, and he knows I always get into trouble. You won't be able to convince him. It's too late now. You're stuck with me."

"Ugh, I can't believe this. Why do you always get into trouble?" You feel annoyed.

He smirks, clearly enjoying your annoyance. "Oh, you'd be surprised, you have no idea how many teachers and staff are scared of me. And that's how I always get what I want. But don't worry, I won't cause too much trouble while we're together. Unless you provoke me, that is."

"Me provoke you? It's usually the other way around." You cross your arms.

He raises an eyebrow and steps closer to you, invading your personal space. "Oh, is that so? I'm pretty sure I can make you do whatever I want, using the right words and the right attitude. And let's not forget, I'm physically stronger than you. So you'd better watch your mouth, sweetheart."

"What? You're gonna hit me?" This is so funny. He thinks you're scared of him.

He chuckles, clearly amused by your reaction. "Not just hit you. I can do much worse than that. I can make your life hell if I want to. So I suggest you keep that smart mouth of yours shut and be a good little girl. I won't hesitate to discipline you if you step out of line. Got it?"

"Whatever." You roll your eyes. "Just leave me alone. Even if we're roommates doesn't mean we have to talk."

He leans against the wall, crossing his arms again. He seems unfazed by your attitude. "Fine by me. I don't need to talk to you. I just wanted to give you a warning, that's all. And just so you know, I'm above resorting to physical force of you don't listen to me. So keep that in mind, sweetheart." He smirks, his eyes locked on yours.

"Stop calling me sweetheart, jerk!" You've been in this room for only five minutes, and he's already acting like a jerk. You can't believe you'll have to spend a year with him.

He laughs, clearly enjoying your irritation. "Oh, I'll stop calling you sweetheart when you'll stop being so damn annoying. But I can't promise you I won't call you other things, sweetheart. After all, I know how to push all your buttons. You're just too easy to rile up." He grins and steps closer again, now standing directly in front of you.

"We'll see that." You say, raising your head so you can look at him in the eyes.

He looks down at you, his eyes meeting yours. He's much taller than you, towering over you. "See? That's the spirit. You're feisty, I like that. But remember, I'm the one in charge here. So don't forget your place. I can make your life miserable if I want to." He says it with a cocky smile on his face.

"Yeah, sure. I'm gonna unpack my things now, so... bye, I guess." You take your luggage and enter in your room, shutting the door, making a loud sound.

He watches you go in your room, satisfied with a smile on his face. Once you close the door, he walks over and leans against it.

You open the door. "What do you want now?"

He grins, seeing that you came back out. "I just wanted to check on my new roommate. Make sure she's settling in nicely." He says with a sarcastic tone, leaning against the doorframe.

"Haha, very funny." You say, with a sarcastic tone.

He chuckles, clearly enjoying your sarcastic attitude. "I'm not trying to be funny. I'm just stating the obvious. You're stuck with me for this year, whether you like it or not. And trust me, I can be a pain in the ass if I state to be. So get used to it." He says, walking away from the doorframe and entering your room, uninvited.

"You're already a pain on the ass. Now get out of my room." You try to push him out, but it's useless. You're too weak.

He laughs as you try to push him out. "Oh, come on, don't be like that. I just want to have a chat with you. There's no need to get so defensive." He sits down on your bed, making himself comfortable.

"Fine. What do you want to talk about? Your 20th girlfriend?"

He smirks, clearly amused by your question. "Oh, I have a lot to talk about, sweetheart. But let's start with my 20th girlfriend, that's a good place to start." He leans back on your bed, looking at you with a cocky grin.

"I was being sarcastic, in case you didn't notice. Can you get out now?"

He feigns surprise, putting his hand on his chest. "Oh, I noticed. But I just can't help it but find your sarcasm amusing. And you know what? I'm not leaving until we had a proper conversation. So sit down and shut up for a minute, will you?"

"How can we have a conversation if I have to-?" He interrupts you by pulling you by your wrist and making you sit on your bed.

He then moves closer to you, sitting next to you. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?" He says, his arm resting behind you.

"Well? You wanted to talk, right? Start, then. The sooner we begin, the sooner we'll end."

He chuckles, amused by your impatience. "Alright, I'll start. But you better listen carefully." He says, looking at you intently. "You know, you're quite cute when you're all angry and defensive. It makes me want to tease you even more."

You laugh. "Are you trying to flirt with me or what?"

He raises an eyebrow, surprised by your reaction. "I don't know if I'd call that flirting. More like annoying you." He smirks, enjoying the fact that he's making you laugh. "But if you want to think that way, sure. I guess I am trying to flirt with you. Or maybe I'm just being annoying and trying to get a rise out of you. Who knows?"

"OK, so let me get this straight: you've been a jerk since I met you, and now you're telling me I'm cute? Are you insane?" That sounded a little rude. But it's nothing compared to all the shit he used to tell you.

He smirks, noticing your rudeness but not taking it by heart. "Maybe I am insane. But you have to admit, you do look cute when you're angry. And I'm not just saying that cause I want to annoy you." He moves even closer to you, his body now pressed against yours.

"I'm not trying to be cute."

He grins, enjoying your reaction even more. "Oh, come on, you're no fun. Are you jealous that everyone else gets to see me?" He says, his voice lowering slightly as he looks at you with a smirk.

"Jealous? What are you talking about? You think... I like you?" You say the last sentence with a disgusted tone.

He feigns hurt, putting a hand on his chest dramatically. "Ouch, you wound me. I thought you liked my attention. I thought you were enjoying having me all for yourself." He says with a pout, trying to act like he's being sincere, but you can tell that he's just messing with you.

"Stop messing with me." You poke his forehead.

He laughs. "Oh, come on, don't be so serious. I'm just having some fun." He says, leaning down against the bed again. His hand still resting on your thigh. "You're no fun when you're all grumpy and angry, you know."

"I thought I looked cute." You say, turning around to look at him with a smirk.

He blushes slightly, not expecting you to turn around and look at him like that. He tries to hide it by pretending to be nonchalant. "Yeah, you do look cute when you're all annoyed. But that doesn't mean I like seeing you grumpy all day." He says, trying to pretend he's not been affected by your smirk.

"If you don't like to see me all grumpy, then you should stop being an asshole."

He groans, knowing that you're right. He doesn't want to admit it, but he knows you're right. "Fine, fine. I'll try to be less of an asshole. But you can't expect me to be nice all the time. It's on my nature to be a jerk." He says with a smirk, his hand moving up and down your thigh slowly.

"Stop touching me!" You hit his hand.

He laughs, enjoying your reaction even more. "Why should I stop? You're so fun to tease." He says, ignoring your request and continuing to run his hand up and down your thigh, his fingers gently tracing your skin.

You hit his hand again.

He chuckles, not even flinching this time. He grabs your wrist and pins you against the bed, trapling you underneath him. "Careful, princess. You're gonna hurt yourself if you keep hitting me like that." He says, a smirk on his face as he looks down at you.

"You really think I'm scared of you?" You look at him with boredom.

He raises an eyebrow, surprised by your lack of fear. He leans in closer, his face only a few inches away from yours. "Oh, you should be. I could easily overpower you if I wanted to. You're cute and all, but you're not as strong as you think you are." He says with a cocky grin, his hand still holding your wrist.

"And... how are you supposed to overpower me?" You're still looking at him with boredom.

He leans even closer, his body now pressed against yours. He uses his other hand to gently brush a strand of your hair out of your face, his touch surprisingly gentle. "Oh, I have many ways to overpower you. But I'll save that for another time. For now, I'm enjoying having you pinned down like this." He says with a smirk, his hand slowly moving down to your waist.

His touch makes you shiver. You don't know why you're looking at his lips. They look so fucking juicy.

He notices your shiver and smirks even wider. He sees the way you're looking at his lips, and he takes it as a sign that he's getting to you. He slowly moves his face closer to yours, his lips just inches away from yours. He can feel your breath on his skin, and he lets out a soft chuckle. "Do you like what you see, princess?" He whispers, his hand moving up to your cheek.

You shake your head to wake you up. You then look at his eyes. "What are you doing?" You ask with a mad tone.

He grins at your response, finding your annoyance amusing. He doesn't move away from you, his body still pressed against yours. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm just enjoying the view. You look so cute when you're all worked up." He says, his thumb gently stroking your cheek.

"Stop touching me."

"Or what?"

"Or I'll spit in your face."

He laughs, not intimidated by your threat. He leans in even closer, his face just inches away from yours again. "Oh, you're threatening me now? How cute." He says, a smirk on his face. He seems amused by your stubbornness. "But I don't think you have the guts to spit on my face." He says, his hand moving from your cheek to your neck, gently gripping it.

You did it. You didn't think twice. You spat on his face, and he got off you. You laughed at him.

He was not expecting you to actually spit on his face. He wipes the spot off with the back of his hand, his expression a mix of shock and annoyance. "You... you really just spat on my face!" He said, his voice full of desbielief. "That's it. You're asking for it now." He says, standing up and towering over you, his eyes narrowing.

You just couldn't stop laughing. "Awww... you're so cute."

He rolls his eyes, his annoyance growing even more. "Cute? Cute?! You just spat on me, and now you're calling me cute?" He says, his voice rising slightly. He is trying to stay calm, but he is clearly irritated by your reaction.

"Yeah. You're cute when you pretend to have power on me." You laugh again.

He clenches his jaw, trying to control his anger. But your laughter is only making him more frustrated. He takes a step closer to you, his eyes burning with a mix of annoyance and something else you can't quite place. "Pretend? I'm not pretending. I am the one in control here. I could easily overpower you if I wanted to." He says, his voice low and dangerous.

"Then, why don't you do it?" You say with a smile on your face.

He looks at you, his eyes narrowing even more. He hates that you're not taking him seriously, that you're not afraid of him. "You think I won't? You're just asking for it." He says, taking another step closer to you, now standing directly in front of you. He towers over you, his body practically trapping you against the bed.

"Getting closer to me won't make you more powerful." You're really enjoying the sight of him annoyed.

He grits his teeth, clearly struggling to control his anger. He can see the amusement in your eyes, and it only fuels his frustration. He reaches out and grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. "You're a real pain in the ass, you know that?" He says, his grip on your chin tightening slightly.

"Now you know how I feel." You feel relieved after giving him what he deserves.

He lets out a scoff, still holding your chin. He looks down at you with a mix of annoyance and curiosity. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? You're enjoying making me angry." He says, his voice full of irritation.

"Yes, I do. I really enjoy seeing you trying to control your anger, but you're clearly failing." Your smile widens even more.

He grits his teeth again, trying to maintain his composure. But your smile and your refusal to take him seriously is making it increasingly difficult for him. "I'm not failing, I'm just..." He stops himself, realizing that he is actually starting to lose his cool. He lets go off your chin, taking a step back. "You're really pissing me off, you know that?"

"I tried to get you out of my room, but you insisted on having a conversation. So this is what you get." You said proudly.

He glares at you, his annoyance growing even more. He can't believe you're being so defiant and stubborn. "Oh, so now you're trying to act all innocent? You spit on me, and then you say you tried to get me out of your room?" He says, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're a real piece of work, you know that?"

"Whatever. Can you go out now?"

He hesitates for a moment, still clearly annoyed with you. But he sees that you're starting to get impatient, so he decides to comply. "Fine. I'll go, but don't think this conversation is over. We'll continue this later." He says, turning to leave the room.

A few hours passed. It was 3:30 pm now. You go out of your room to eat something.

Hyunjin was in the living room, scrolling through his phone. He heard the door open and close and looked up to see you coming out of your room. He couldn't help but notice how relaxed you looked compared to earlier.

He watched you as you made your way to the kitchen, his gaze following you intently.

He found your actions quite odd, considering what happened between you two before. He couldn't help but feel ignored by your behavior.

He got up from the couch and slowly made his way to the kitchen, his footsteps soft against the floor.

You put a cake in the microwave. It was almost ready. You were begging for it to finish before Hyunjin arrived.

Hyunjin leads against the wall outside the kitchen, his eyes still fixed on you. He could see the tension in your body as you anxiously waited for the cake to finish baking. He chuckled softly, amused by your desperation. "You're making it look like you're about to explode. What are you even making?"

"A cake." You respond with a calm tone.

He raised an eyebrow at your calm response, he was expecting you to be more nervous or defensive after your earlier interaction. "A cake, huh? Is that why you're making such a big deal out of it? It's just a cake." He says, taking a few steps closer to you.

You take a deep breath. "Why can't you leave me alone, Hyunjin? It's not like you have to come with me every time I get out of my room."

He stops in front of you, his arms crossed over his chest. He looks down at you, his expression slightly annoyed but somewhat amused. "Oh, I don't have to? You think I'm bothering you?" He says sarcastically. "You're the one who stormed out of your room and started avoiding me."

"I'm not avoiding you. It's just..." You don't know what to say. At that moment, you heard the microwave beep, so you took out the cake.

He watches you as you take out the cake, and he watches closely while you cut it. He takes a step closer, now standing behind you. "Oh, really? So you're just ignoring me for no reason, then?" He says, his voice low and close to your ear.

"I thought we said we wouldn't talk to each other."

He leans in even closer, his body now pressed against your back. He reaches out and takes a piece of the cake, eating it slowly. "And yet, here we are. We're talking." He says, his tone casual but still with a hint of amusement. He watches as you plate the cake.

"Do we really need to have this conversation while I have a knife in my hand?"

"Oh, feisty. Are you gonna threaten me with a knife now?" He takes another bite of the cake, his eyes still fixed on you.

You take another deep breath. "Just leave me alone, please."

He can see that you're getting frustrated, and it only makes him more intrigued. He takes another step closer, closing the distance between you two even more. "And why should I do that? You're the one who started this little dance of avoidance." He says, a hint of irritation in his voice. He reaches out and gently grabs your wrist, holding your hand with the knife in it.

You let go the knife, and you turn to look at him. "Hyunjin..."

His grip on your wrist loosening but not letting go. "Yes? What is it?" He asks, his tone still somewhat irritated, but now there's a hint of curiosity mixed in.

"Why do you keep trying to talk to me? Aren't we enemies since we first met?" You're confused. You don't understand what he wants from you.

He lets go off your wrist and crosses his arms again, his expression growing serious. He looks you up and down, as if contemplating his words before speaking. "Enemies? That's a bit harsh, don't you think? I wouldn't say we're enemies." He paused for a moment, his gaze meeting yours. "I just... I find it difficult to stay away from you, that's all."

"Why?" His words confuse you even more.

He sighs, his irritation fading slightly. He runs a hand through his hair, looking almost frustrated with himself. "Because you're... different. You're not like anyone I've ever met before. You're stubborn and strong-willed, and... I don't know, intriguing. I can't explain it." He admits, his voice softer than before.

"Hyunjin... do you... like me?" You asked, still confused.

His eyes widen slightly at your question, and he looks away, avoiding your gaze. He's silent for a moment, contemplating his answer. "I... I don't know. I don't think I can say I like you, exactly. But there's something about you that's... intriguing, yes. I found myself drawn to you in some way." He says, still avoiding eye contact.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that because I like you. But if you don't like me, it can't work." This time, you're not confused. You're sure of what you're saying. That's why you said it with a very calm tone. You feel like you have nothing to hide. It's true, Hyunjin was a jerk with you, but you have fun when you tease each other. You always knew that there was something between you two that was... special.

He looks at you, his expression caught between surprise and disbelief. He didn't expect you to say that. His heart skips a beat, and he feels a rush of conflicting emotions. "You... you like me?" He asks, his voice softer than before. He tries to keep his composure, but there's a hint of vulnerability in his eyes.

"Uhm... yeah. Why shouldn't I?" You smiled at him. Your heartbeat is increasing its speed.

He stares at you, his eyes scanning your face. He can see the smile on your lips, and it makes his heart race even faster. He swallows hard, trying to regain his composure. "I... I don't know. I just didn't expected you to feel that way about me." He takes a step closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Hyunjin..." You cup his cheeks with your hands. "Kiss me."

He's caught off guard by your sudden request, but he doesn't resist. He leans into your touch, his eyes closing as he takes a deep breath. "Are you sure?" He asks, his voice barely above a whisper. He gently grabs your wrists, his fingers gently carressing your skin.

You didn't even respond to his question. You kissed him.

He lets out a soft gasp against your skin as you kiss him. He returns the kiss eagerly, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to him. He kisses you with a mix of surprise and desire, his hands roaming over your body.

Damn, he's so tall. And you were right: his lips are juicy.

He chuckles softly against your lips, noticing your struggle to reach him. He leans down slightly, making it easier for you to kiss him. He pulls you even closer, his hands now roaming over your hips and your lower back, his touch firm but gentle. "You're a bit short, aren't you?" He teases, his voice low and husky.

"You'll never stop teasing me, will you?" You say, looking at him with a smile on your face.

He grints back at you, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Probabily not. It's funny to see you getting all flustered." He says, pulling you even tighter against him, his arms now wrapped around your waist. He looks down at you, his gaze roaming over your face and body.

You blush, he never looked at you like that.

He notices your blush and can't help but feel a surge of satisfaction. He loved seeing you blush, and the sight of your flushed cheeks only fuels his desire on you. "You're so cute when you blush like that." He says, his voice a low murmur. He lifts his hand to gently move a strand of hair away from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek.

"I'm sorry for spitting in your face." Actually, you think it was funny, but you feel like you need to apologize.

He laughs, a genuine laugh this time. He's not offended at all. In fact, it's just a funny memory to him now. "Oh, that? Don't worry about it. I deserved it, really." He says, still smiling. He lifts his other hand and gently pokes your forehead. "You really have a way with your words, you know that?"

You smile in response and you give him a kiss on the nose.

A small blush creeping onto his cheeks. He doesn't expect you to be so affectionate, but he likes it. He takes a moment to just admire your smile, his gaze lingering on your face. "You're quite the tease, you know that?" He says, his voice still soft and low.

"Yeah, but it's your fault. As always." You can't stop smiling at him. He's just... Hyunjin. And that's enough to make you smile.

He chuckles again, his eyes narrowing slightly in mock annoyance. "My fault, huh? You make it sound like it's all my doing." He says, pulling you even closer against him, his hands now resting on your hips. He looks down at you with a playful glint in his eyes. "Maybe I just bring out the best in you."

"I'd be happy to see you trying."

He raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Oh, really? You want me to try and bring out your best behavior?" He says, his hand slowly trailing up your sides, his touch light, and teasing.

"Maybe..." You bite your lower lip.

He hums in response, his fingers now tracing patterns on your skin. He leans down until his lips are right next to your ear, his breath warm against your skin. "You're gonna have to be a good girl, then, if you want me to try." He whispers, his voice low and seductive.

You love it when he calls you with pet names.

He notices your reaction and chuckles softly, enjoying the way you react to his words. "You like it when I call you that, don't you? Calling you 'good girl' has you all flustered." He says, his lips now trailing over your neck, his kisses feather-light and teasing.

You moan in response. His touch makes you shiver.

He grins against your skin as he hears you moan. He knows he's got you under his spell now, and he loves it. He nips at your neck gently, his teeth scrapping against your skin. "God, you're so easy to tease. You're so sensitive."

He teases, his fingers now tracing circles on your waist. "You sure you can handle it, sweetheart?"

"I could ask you the same question." You love to challenge him.

He laughs, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You're really testing my patience, you know that?" He says, his voice low and rough. He pulls you even closer, his body pressed against yours now. "But I like it when you challenge me. Makes things more fun."

"Wanna continue this conversation in bed?"

His eyes darken as you suggest that, and he grins. "Are you asking me to take this to the bedroom? He says, his hands moving to your hips, his fingers gripping your skin lightly.

You blush. Maybe you didn't have to ask him something like that. "Maybe it's too early to do that..."

He chuckles again, noticing your blush and the hint of regret in your voice. "No, no, it's not too early. I just like teasing you." He says, his tone playful and slightly smug. He takes a step back, his eyes roaming over your body before he speaks again. "But I won't lie, the idea of taking this to the bedroom does sound appealing."

"So, what are we waiting for?" You pull him by his wrist, but he doesn't move. "What's wrong?"

He raises an eyebrow at your sudden tug on his wrist, but he doesn't resist. He lets you pull him towards the bed, a smirk playing on his lips. "Nothing's wrong, I just want to take my time with you. I want to savor this." He says, his voice low and seductive as he sits down on the bed, pulling you onto his lap.

"What-what are you thinking of?" You're a bit nervous.

He looks at you, his eyes roaming over your face, noticing your nervousness. He smiles gently, his fingers tracing circles on your thighs. "Just thinking about all the things I want to do to you. I want to make you feel good." He says, his voice low and suggestive. He pulls you closer, your bodies now pressed together.

"I'll take everything you give me" You really want to do this.

He grins, pleased with your response. He pushes you down onto the bed, hovering over you with a predatory look in his eyes. "You're so eager. I like that." He leans down, his lips brushing against your neck, nibbling and kissing at your skin. His hands move up your sides, slowly sliding under your shirt.

His hands are cold on your hot skin. You love the feeling.

He notices the shiver that runs through you as his hands touch your skin, and he smirks against your neck. He continues to nip and kiss your neck, his hands slowly moving up your chest. "You're so sensitive. It's adorable." He says, his voice low and amusing.

"Take it off..." You were referring to your shirt. You want him to suck your breasts.

He grins at your request, his eyes flickering down to your chest. He moves his hands to the hem of your shirt, slowly pulling it up and off of you, revealing your bare skin to him. "So impatient."

He says, his voice laced with desire as he looks at you. He leans down and starts kissing your collarbone, his lips moving lower and lower until he reaches your chest.

A moan escapes your lips when you feel his tongue licking your left nipple.

He smiles against your skin as he hears your moan, his tongue continuing to tease your nipple, licking and sucking gently. His hands move to your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he holds you in place. "You sound so pretty when you make those noises." He says, his voice a low grow.

He continues to lick your left nipple while he touches your right tit. "Sorry."

He pulls back slightly, looking up at you with a smirk. "Sorry? For what? For making those pretty sounds? I don't mind at all." He moves his hand from your breast to your chin, tilting your head up so you're looking directly at him. "In fact, I like it. I like knowing that I'm the one making you make those noises."

You want to tell him you're not sorry because of the noises, but you don't wanna ruin the moment.

He can see the hesitation in your eyes, and he notices that you don't say anything. He pauses for a moment, studying your face before speaking again. "Hey, are you okay? You're quite all of a sudden." He says, his tone softer now. His fingers are still gently carressing your chin.

"Yeah. I'm fine, why did you stop?" You really want to tell him why you're sorry, but it's too embarrassing.

He notices your reclutance to tell him, and he frowns slightly, a look of concern in his eyes. "You're not fine. You're avoiding answering my question. And you look embarrassed. Why?" He shifts so that he's sitting beside you on the bed, his hand moving to rest on your thigh.

"I'it's nothing, I swear!" You know he won't go on, unless you tell him what's wrong.

He studies you for a moment, not convinced by your claim that it's nothing. "Come on, you can tell me. I won't laugh or judge you." He says, his voice gentle but firm. He squeezes your thigh slightly, trying to coax you into telling him the truth.

"My breasts... they are so... small." You don't want to look at him. You just ruined the moment.

His expression softens as you admit your insecurity about your breasts. He moves closer to you, his hand moving to cup your face and make you look at him. "Hey, look at me." He says softly, his hand gently stroking your chin. "Your breasts are perfect just the way they are. Don't ever think they're small or something else negative.

"Yeah... but... it's true... they're small... I don't even wear bras cause I don't need them..."

He can't help but chuckle softly at your confession. "And that's why they're so perfect. I don't care if you don't need a bra. They still look great."

"Sorry for ruining the moment." You feel so stupid every time your insecurities ruin a happy moment.

He shakes his head, a small smile on his face. "You didn't ruin anything. I'm just glad you told me the truth. I want you to feel comfortable around me, and if your insecurities are holding you back, I want to help you work through them." He reaches out and takes your hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Thanks, Jinnie." Your eyes are watering. He can be so sweet if he wants to.

He notices the tears in your eyes, and his expression softens even more. He reaches our with his other hand and wipes a tear that has escaped. "Hey, don't cry. You don't need to thank me. I'm just being honest with you." He says softly, his thumb gently carressing your cheek again.

"Do you want to continue?"

He hesitates for a moment, not wanting to push you if you're still feeling insecure. "Are you sure you're okay with continuing? I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

"You could never make me feel uncomfortable. I want to go on." A little smile appears on your face. You want him.

He smiles back at you, glad that you want to continue. "Okay, but if you start feeling uncomfortable at any point, tell me, and I'll stop. Okay?" He says, his hand still on yours as he looks at you with a mix of concern and desire in his eyes.

"Okay." You're feeling relieved and ready to continue.

He leans in closer to you, his gaze fixated on your face. "Good, I want to make you feel good, and I'm going to make sure you do." He moves his hand from your cheek to the back of your neck, gently pulling you closer to him.

You kiss him again. You don't know how, but you end up on top of him. You take off his shirt and admire his abs. Your fingers are tracing circles all over his body. Then you kiss him once more. You can feel his hard cock under you.

He lets out a low moan, his body tensing slightly under your touch. When you feel his hard cock underneath you, he grips your hips, pulling you even closer to him. "You're not playing fair, you know that?" He says with a smirk, his eyes darkening with desire.

You giggle. The kisses are now going down his neck.

He tilts his head back to give you better access, his breathing growing heavier. "You're driving me crazy, you know that?" He says his voice low and gravelly. He pulls you even closer to him, his hands moving up to your waist as he tries to control himself.

You feel like he wants to grab your ass, but he's not sure of doing it. So you take his hands and guide them to your butt. "There." You moan.

He can't help but squeeze your ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. "You're playing with fire, princess." He says, his voice rough and strained. He looks up at you with a mixture of frustration and desire in his eyes.

"I think I'm burning already." You stop giving him kisses when your lips arrive to his pelvis.

He moves one of his hands to your hair, gently tangling his fingers in it. "You're a tease, you know that?" He says, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Can I take these off?" You ask, grabbing his waistband.

"Yeah, go ahead." He says, his voice a little breathless. He watches as you start unbottoning his pants.

You manage to take them off. "Damn, it looks so long." You can see his cock even without taking off his boxers.

He can't help but let out a low growl as you comment on his size, his cock twitching in his boxers at your words. "You're not playing fair, you know that, right?" He says again, his voice strained.

"Don't worry, baby. You'll have your turn later." Your fingers slowly pull down his boxers, and your eyes widen. Yep, I was right. It's very long. I think you'll have to prepare me before putting it in me."

He can feel his face flush with embarrassment and arousal as he watches you look at him in awe. "You're not making this easy for me, you know that?" He says, trying to sound annoyed, failing miserably. He can't deny the fact that he's enjoying this as much as you are.

"Yeah, I know. It's time to take my revenge." You grab his cock with both of your hands and you start moving them up and down.

"Damn it, you're going to be the death of me." He says, his voice hoarse and strained.

"Relax, baby. Just enjoy." Your hand's speed increases, and you can hear beautiful sound coming from his mouth.

Hyunjin tries to realx, but it's difficult when you're touching him like this. His moans become louder and more frequent as you speed up, and he can feel his body trembling with pleasure. "God, you're driving me crazy." He manages to say between gasps, his eyes still closed.

"Good to know." You try to seem relaxed, but in reality, you're excited. The sounds he's making are making you wet.

Hyunjin notices your relaxed expression but can also sense the excitement in your voice. He opens his eyes and looks at you, a smirk on his face. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" He says, hai voice slightly teasing.

"Yes, honey." You reach your max speed. You can see he's shaking a little bit.

Hyunjin feels like he's getting g closer to the edge, but he tries to hold back. "Fuck, princess. You're gonna make me come." He manages to say, his voice strained and shaky.

"Don't hold it back, honey. I want to see you cum." Your voice sounds relaxed, but you're screaming in the inside because of the excitement.

Hw let's out a low groan and arches his back, his cum spilling onto his stomach and your hands. "Such a beautiful mess." You whispered.

Hyunjin tries to catch his breath as he comes down from his high. He opens his eyes and looks up at you, a satisfied smile on his face. "You're so damn good at that." He says, his voice still shaky.

"Thank you." You giggle. "Your turn now."

Hyunjin smirks at your words, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, is that so? You think you can handle me, princess?" He says, looking at you with a cocky expression.

"I don't know, let's find out."

Hyunjin lets out a chuckle, and he reaches to grab your hips, pulling you closer to him. "Oh, I like the sound of that." He says, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He looks up at you, his eyes roaming over your body.

He touches your pussy. He can feel the wetness even with your pants on.

Hyunjin slides his fingers under the waistband, gently rubbing against your sensitive skin. "Damn, you're soaked already."

"Take them off." You say, breathy.

Hyunjin grins at your command. He slowly pulls them down, revealing your bare skin to him. "Better?"

"Not yet. You still have to take off my panties."

Hyunjin' eyes darken at your request, a smirk forming on his lips. "Is that so? You want me to take off your panties too, huh?" He asks, his fingers moving to the hem of your panties.

"Please..." You can't wait to have him inside you.

Hyunjin's smirk grows wider as he hears your pleading. He slowly takes your panties down, exposing your naked body to him. "You're so desperate, princess. I like it."

He slides two of his fingers inside your pussy with no advice. "Ah..."

He curls them slightly, searching for that sweet spot that he knows will make you moan. "You're so tight and wet... I can't wait to be inside you."

He slides a third finger in, preparing you for his cock. "Fuck."

Hyunjin slowly starts to slide his fingers in and out of you, slowly stretching you for him. "You're so beautiful like this, taking my fingers like a good girl."

His speed increases, and you dig your nails on his shoulders. "Oh my..." You're almost breathless.

Hyunjin winces slightly as you dig your nails on his shoulders, but he doesn't stop. He keeps up his pace, his fingers thrusting in and out of you with increasing speed and force. "You line that, huh? You like when I touch you like this?" He says, his voice low and husky.

"Yes... it's so good..." You feel like you could cum at any moment.

Hyunjin can feel you're getting close, and he grins, his fingers moving faster inside you. "I can tell you're close. You're getting all tense and tight around my fingers. You're gonna come for me, aren't you, princess?"

"Yes, fuck!" You came. Your juices wet his fingers. He puts them in his mouth and licks them.

"Mmm, you taste delicious. But I want more. I want to feel you around my cock."

"I'm ready. You choose the position." You look desperate. There's nothing you want in this world more than Hyunjin.

Hyunjin looks at you with a predatory look in his eyes, his gaze roaming over your body hungrily. He slowly pushes you onto the bed, climbing on top of you. "I want you on your knees, princess. I want to see that pretty little ass of yours in the air."

You do as he says. When you're in the position, he slaps your ass. "Ouch!" You gasp in surprise.

Hyunjin enjoys the way you squirm under him. "You like it when I spank you, don't you? Such a naughty girl." He says, his hand coming down to give your ass another slap, a little harder this time.

"Damn!" It felt so good.

Hyunjin smirks at your reaction, loving the way you respond to his touch. He runs his hands over your bare skin, caressing you gently before spreading your legs wider. "You're such a sensitive little thing. I can't wait to feel you around me." He says, his eyes locked on your exposed pussy.

"Come on, Jinnie! Do it! I want to feel you inside me!" Your desperation increases.

Hyunjin chuckles at your desperation, enjoying how much you want him. He positions himself behind you, his body pressed against yours. He leans down to whisper in your ear. "Patience, princess. I'm gonna take my time with you. I want to savor every moment." He reaches down between your legs, his fingers rubbing against your sensitive folds.

Your pussy clenches around nothing.

Hyunjin notices your reaction and grins. He pushes a finger inside you, his movements slow and deliberate. "You're so tight and needy. You're practically begging me to fill you up."

"In fact, I am. Please, Jinnie!"

Hyunjin chuckles again, his fingers pumping in and out of you faster. He presses his body against yours, pinning you to the bed as he continues to work you open. "Such a needy little thing. I love it when you beg like that."

He gives you another smack, leaving his handprint this time. "Ah!" Your hips roll around nothing. How can he be so patient? You're fucking dying waiting for him.

Hyunjin groans as you squirm under him, your hips moving desperately. He can't help but admire your desperation, his own desire growing stronger. "You're so damn cute when you're all needy like this. Can't take it anynmore, can you?"

"No, Jinnie, I can't take it anymore. Please!" Tears start falling down your cheeks. You look pathetic.

Hyunjin's heart skips a beat at the sight of your tears. He slowly down his movements, running a hand through your hair. "Shh, don't cry, princess. I'll give you what you want. Just be patient a little longer, okay?" He presses a gentle kiss to your shoulder, his fingers still moving inside you.

You're so desperate you think you're gonna cum again. "Jinnie..."

Hyunjin can sense how close you are, and he smirks against your skin. He can feel clenching around his fingers, and it's driving him crazy. "You're so close, aren't you? I can feel it. Just a little longer, baby. I want to see you come undone for me."

"Fuck!" I came for the second time.

Hyunjin groans as he feels you clench around his fingers, his own body reacting to your release. "God, you're so beautiful when you come. I could watch you like this all day." He pulls his fingers out of you and uses them to wipe up some of your juices.

"Can I taste it?" You've never tasted yourself. You're curious.

Hyunjin's eyes widen at your request, surprised by your boldness. But he can't deny the fact that he's tempted to let you taste yourself. "You want to taste it? Are you sure you want to do that?"

"Yes, please." You turn to look at him, waiting for his permission.

Hyunjin hesitates for a moment, still surprised by your request. But he can't deny the desire that runs through him at the thought of you tasting yourself. "Okay, but you have to do exactly as I say, understand? No touching yourself or trying to do anything else without my permission."

"Alright, Jinnie. I'll be a good girl for you." You don't know, how cringe that sounded, but you couldn't care less.

Hyunjin grins at your words, amused by your egaerness. He moves closer to you, his face inches away from yours. "That's a good girl. Now, open your mouth for me."

You do as he says.

Hyunjin takes a moment to admire the sight in front of him. Your mouth open and waiting for him. He gently places his fingers on your tongue, letting you taste yourself. "Good girl. Now, lick them clean."

You start licking them. You moan in pleasure. It tastes good.

Hyunjin groans as he watches you lick his fingers, enjoying the sound of your moans. He can't help but be a little bit turned on by how submissive you're being. "Good, you're so eager. You like the taste of yourself, don't you?"

You hum in response.

Hyunjin pushes his fingers deeper into your mouth, feeling your tongue swirling around them. He can't help but imagine what it would be like to have you sucking someone else. "You're being such a good girl for me. Keep going, don't stop."

You continue licking, and after a few minutes, he pulls them out. A thread of saliva conncects your mouth with his fingers.

"God, you're such a good pet. I could keep you like this all day."

You give him a kiss on the cheek. You didn't have a reason to do that. You just wanted to do it.

Hyunjin is surprised by the kiss on his cheek, but he quickly recovers and turns his head to look at you. He gives you a soft smile, a rare display of affection from him. "You're full of surprises, aren't you? First, you beg me to taste yourself, and now you kiss me on the cheek. You're a mistery, princess."

"You know what's a mistery for me? Your cock. I want to know how it feels on me. Can you put it on me now, please?" You look at him with puppy eyes, trying to convince him.

Hyunjin's eyes widen at your request, surpirsed by your boldness. "Are you sure you want that, princess? You want me to put my cock on you?" He moves closer to you, his body pressing against yours.

"Yes, please. I've been a good girl, I deserve it, right?"

Hyunjin's resolve weakens at your words, and he can't resist the way you beg for it. He gently cups your face in his hand, his thumb brushing over your cheek. "You have been a good girl. But don't think I'm going to make you feel so good, princess."

"I'm ready for that." You go back on you knees, ready to take him.

Hyunjin lets out a low growl as you go back on your knees, his eyes fixed on you. He watches as you prepare yourself to take him, his own breath growing heavier with anticipation. "That's a good girl. Get ready, then. I'm not going to hold back."

He teases with his tip on your entrance.

Hyunjin teases you with his tip, enjoying the way you squirm under his touch. He leans down to whisper in your ear. "You're so eager for me, aren't you? Can't wait to feel me inside you, princess?"

"I need you, baby. How can you be so patient?"

Hyunjin smirks at your impatience, loving how needy you are for him. "Oh, I'm not being patient. I just want to see you squirm a bit more before I give you what you want. You're so cute when you beg, you know that?"

He smacks your ass again before sliding his cock inside of you. You can't stop moaning.

Hyunjin lets out a low groaan as he slides his cock inside you, the feeling of your tight walls around him making him dizzy with pleasure. He grips your hips tightly, keeping you in place as he starts to move. "God, you feel so good. So tight and wet for me. You're made for this, princess. Made for my cock."

His movements become faster, and your moans become louder. "So good."

"You like that, don't you? You like how I'm filling you up, stretching you out. You're my good girl, aren't you? You're mine."

"Yes, I'm yours, Jinnie. I'm your good girl." You were pathetic but happy cause you're finally with Hyunjin. You've always fantasized about doing things with him while touching yourself. Even if you'd never admit it, you'd always thought Hyunjin was sexy. Even though he was a jerk.

Hyunjin feels a wave of possessiveness wash over him as you call him Jinnie and say that you're his. He loves the way you're so eager to please him, how willing you are to submit to him. He grips your hips even tighter, his fingers digging into your skin. "That's right, princess. You're my good girl. Mine to use, mine to do whatever I want with. You're mine and no one else's."

"Jinnie, I'm so close..."

Hyunjin can feel you getting close, and it drives him even wildly. He speeds up his movements, his hips slamming into you with a renewed fervor. "That's it, princess. Come for me. Come for me and let me see how good you look when you come."

"Jinnie..." Here it comes... "I love you!" You came.

Hyunjin covers your belly with his cum.

He runs a finger through the mess and brings it to your mouth, pressing it against your lips. "Taste it, princess."

"You taste much better than me." You say, after sucking his fingers.

Hyunjin grins at your words, his gaze darkening with desire. "Is that so? I'm glad you think so." He moves closer to you, his body pressed against yours. He brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his fingers trailing down to your neck.

"Should we have a shower? We're both sticky."

Hyunjin chuckles, a mishievious glint in his eyes. "A shower sounds like a good idea. We can wash each other, princess. I'll make sure you're nice and clean." He gets up from the bed and offers you his hand, pulling you up with him.

You both enter in the shower. When you finished, you changed your bed sheets and you slept together.

Hyunjin lays down on the freshly changed bed sheets, pulling you close to him. He wraps his arms around you, holding you against his chest. "You're so warm and soft." He murmurs, nuzzling his face into your hair. "I could stay like this forever."

"Hyunjin." You turn around to look at him. "I love you."

Hyunjin's heart skips a beat as you look at him with those loving eyes. He cups your face in his hands, his thumb gently tracing your cheek. "I love you too, princess. More than anything in the world." He pulls you closer, his arms tigheting around you as he holds you tightly against him. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before he speaks again. "You're mine, and I'm yours. Forever."

Part 2???

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vanmarkus · 6 months ago

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in theory I love the 'they both lost someone and found each other in grief' but I think that would diminish what they have. as if they're second best almost :/ that already annoys me a little with them bringing shannon back again and again (and again), with eddie thinking that's the only magic he ever had - when actually, they had quite a lot of problems

well I get that as a viewer you might feel like they are overdoing it, but the thing with grief is that it never goes away and sure, they had a lot of problems; getting pregnant at 18-19 is not a joyride.

raising a kid when you still don't even have an idea who you are is hard enough, but then add into the mix Eddie's military time and Shannon's dying mother and her having to deal with Eddie's parents and figuring out how to care for a kid with special needs on top of it all.

it was a complicated relationship, but after they reconnected, after Eddie allowed Shannon back into his life with Christopher (which again, Eddie was mostly absent for 6 years, Shannon was gone for like one by the looks of it and Eddie was the one "allowing" her back ugh lots to unpack there) he was happy with her.

up to the point where she wanted a divorce, so she could become the right person to raise Christopher before she tried to become the right person to be with Eddie.

it stung and it made him angry but then she died and the anger didn't go away, but it got caught up in the grief and excitement of love he was feeling just before and after.

the reason I'm going into this (though not in so much detail cuz then we'd be here until tomorrow) is to show just how complicated his feelings about Shannon are. now consider the fact that he has to see Christopher, a living, breathing reminder of Shannon every single day.

and he wants to do right by him and he thinks that'd equal doing right by himself too, because that's how it was with Shannon; they were high school sweethearts, they were married, they had a kid. it's the picture perfect family, especially when you look at it from a christian angle — which does seem to be something coming up for Eddie this season.

Buck on the other hand? he is everything Eddie wants and needs, but he's far from that picture. he's a guy for starters and at this point we don't even know if Eddie has ever entertained the possibility of something like that, then he is his coworker, which isn't exactly ideal, even though we as a fandom love to sidestep that part.

they have the bond, the affection and possibly the attraction, but for Eddie to see it that way, he needs to let go of the idea of the picture perfect family, that's step one.

and he can't do it until he lets go of the idea of Shannon too, which frankly (though I love what they did with that season) I think would've already happened in s5 had Tim not left. so now he's working backwards as he's trying to fix the mess they made of all the characters' storylines in his absence.

but yeah, Eddie will always grieve Shannon, so it doesn't matter how complicated their relationship was objectively, that'll be a part of his endgame relationship no matter who it will be with and regardless of them also grieving someone as well or not.

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yellowkitkieran · 6 months ago

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Home (Kieran Tierney)

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Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: Kieran surprises you by coming home early from his loan spell in Spain.

“When do you come home?”

Kieran smiles because you're both aware you've had the answer to that question memorized for months. But he indulges you anyway, “Friday. So only a few more days my love, and then I'll be home with you again.”

You sigh and begin typing your next email. You've become adept at multitasking while on the phone with Kieran; he'd be in the gym, airpods in while you chatted, and you would be settled in at the desk in Kieran's guest room working away on your laptop. Stolen moments like these have become the norm since Kieran went on loan in Spain. To make the most of a bad situation, you both came to the silent agreement that you would spend as much time on the phone together as possible. As a result, you now often find it hard to concentrate without Kieran on the other line.

“Right, Friday. In the afternoon right? I'm gonna try and get the house cleaned up before then, I don't need you seeing how messy I keep it when you're away!”

Kieran’s quiet laugh sends a slight shiver down your spine. “We both know it's not that bad. I'm sure you keep it plenty tidy. Don't worry about keeping it spotless, cause I'm just gonna mess it up as soon as I'm home.”

“Still. When you get here, I just want to focus on you. You kept Saturday open for sure yeah?”

“Mmhhm. Everyone else thinks I'm coming home on Sunday, so I'm all yours.”

You smile to yourself, sitting back in your chair. You have a full day planned for the two of you that mostly involves making up for lost time. Assuming your Friday night will be spent wrapped up in each other completely, you've mentally blocked off a few hours on Saturday morning to recover and wind down. After that, you'll help Kieran unpack his suitcases, do whatever washing needs done, and finally end off the day with dinner at his favorite place in Central London.

“Good! It'll be… fun… oh fucks sake…” you trail off as you read the email that's just arrived in your inbox. “Seriously- why! Can people not read?!”

“What's wrong babe? Someone mess up the catering order again?” You can almost hear Kieran's smile through the phone. “You'll fix it in time, you always do.”

“Yeah of course I will,” you grumble, now zeroed in on pulling up receipts and time stamps to triple check the order you placed versus the order that you were quoted for. “Just means more work for me is all. And just when I thought I was done for the day!”

“Shame that, I was hoping to get some time with you today.” You swear Kieran's voice is echoing. “You sure you can't put that off until the morning?”

“No, I can't, I have to do it now. Ugh, this wouldn't happen if people paid more attention!”

“I think you should close your laptop.”

Frustrated, you rub your temples and close your eyes. “Babe I can't. This is for tomorrow's lunch so-”

“So that means that you'll have time if you wake up early to get it fixed up. I think you should come downstairs.”

Okay, either you're hearing things or there really is an echo. You frown, setting your phone aside and listening closely for any sounds in the house, but you only hear Shadow, Kieran's dog, pacing downstairs on the wood floors.

“Did you send another delivery or something babe? Because Shadow always gets anxious when people come up to the door, I wish you'd give me a heads up.” Unfurling to your feet with a heavy sigh, you pad downstairs with your phone tucked between your ear and your shoulder. “One of these days you're gonna give that poor dog a heart attack-”

“Hi baby,” Kieran says, tucking his phone in his pocket. Shadow sits at your boyfriend's side, his tail thumping merrily whilst you stand perfectly still. Your brain goes into overdrive, mentally counting days and confirming that today was not Friday, and therefore Kieran should not be home yet… but here he stands before you, flesh and blood and just as handsome as the last time you saw him.

A delighted, high pitch squeal bubbles out of your chest. Kieran laughs and opens his arms, which you promptly take as an invitation to leap into them and latch onto him like a koala. “Oh my god, oh my god! You're home already?!”

“I am,” Kieran murmurs into your hair after kissing the top of your head. “I packed up early and decided I couldn't wait another second before I saw you.” The urge to squeeze Kieran until he wheezes is nearly overwhelming. Instead of acting on impulse and earning yourself a lecture, you pry your face out of Kieran's neck- his aftershave tickles your nose- and pepper kisses across his face.

“I- missed- you- so- much- you- pretty- boy-” Kieran's cheeks become hotter with each peck you press to his skin. Shadow barks to indicate he's keen to join in on the action. Soon Kieran is supporting your weight with a hand under your bum and scratching behind Shadow's ears when the big pup jumps on his hip to demand his attention, too. Kieran is happy to balance you both, eventually crouching down to sit on the floor with you still wrapped around him.

Once Shadow calms down and rests his big head on Kieran’s knee, the room quiets. Kieran draws shapes on the small of your back, letting you gaze upon him for as long as you desire. He is content with your fingertips brushing over his cheekbones, along his stubbled jaw and down the side of his neck. You smile at his contented sigh, the breathy sound distracting you from your reverence.

“You're actually tan. Took you long enough to stop burning like a tomato.” Your eyes flick to Kieran's smile and you do not stop yourself from stealing a kiss. You'll never take those lips for granted, not after being forced to cope without them for so long.

Kieran rolls up the sleeve of his white tshirt to show you his tan line. Halfway up his bicep, his golden, tanned skin gives way to his natural pale shade. You trace the line with a finger as Kieran defends himself, “Spanish sun cannae fully fix Scottish skin, my love. But I know you like when I'm not so pale, so I figured I'd soak up as much as I could before I came home.”

Muscles flex under your finger when Kieran wraps his arms around your middle once more. You lay your palm flat to soak up his warmth and smile to yourself.

“I love you just as much when you're ghostly white. Doesn't matter to me. But the sun makes your little bitty freckles come out, so I do enjoy those.”

Kieran's nose scrunches up when you lean forward to kiss it. You could sit like this until the end of days and be perfectly happy. With Kieran sat beneath you, soft, idle touches and whispered words would be more than enough to pass the time.

At some point Kieran coaxes both you and Shadow to your feet and leads you to the sofa. A happy sigh falls from his lips when you tumble into him and hook one leg over his hips. Shadow curls up in his normal spot at Kieran's feet like not a day has passed without his dad there.

“What should we do tonight?” Kieran's words are a rumble beneath the hand you have laid on his chest. When you don't immediately answer, Kieran’s hand lands on the back of your thigh and coaxes you to find your words with a soft squeeze.

“Dunno. Nothing? I don't plan on moving.” You assume Shadow's moody huff is a sound of agreement and grin. “See? Even the dog doesn't want to move. We want to stay right here and spend some quality time with you.”

The hand that drifts to the hem of your shorts is at odds with Kieran's words. “I guess I can't object to that. Just cuddle? I can at least have a couple kisses, right?”

Lifting your head just enough to meet his tawny brown eyes, you ponder his request. You drag out the suspense and drum your fingers on his chest despite both of you knowing you would never refuse a kiss. “I'm sure something can be arranged. Put something on the telly to entertain Shadow then, he doesn't need to be scarred for life, mister ‘I can't keep my hands to myself’.”

Kieran lifts a shoulder in a what are ya gonna do kind of gesture before putting on a random nature show that immediately captures Shadow's attention. One of Kieran's hands remains on your thigh whilst the other comes up to cup your cheek and pull your lips to his.

Stubble scratches your chin, but you don't mind. Right then, all that matters is giving Kieran the kiss he deserves. He expertly pulls soft, breathless sounds from you as his tongue glides against yours. The kiss feels familiar and brand new at the same time, like dejavu in the best possible way.

Breaking away for a chance to breathe allows Kieran to drop kisses like dewdrops across your jaw. You smile when he nibbles softly at the skin of your neck, already unable to contain himself.

“I said cuddles only tonight my darling,” you remind him. “You're pushing your luck. Behave or I'll make you stay in the spare room tonight.”

Kieran's laugh is full and throaty. You've missed the true sound of his laughter, without it being distorted by a speaker. “That's an empty threat if I ever heard one. If I was a betting man, my money would be on us falling asleep right here on this sofa.”

In the end, Kieran turns out to be correct. Neither of you moves an inch as the sun sets, your urgent emails suspended in time while you're safely wrapped up in your boyfriend's loving, tanned arms.

#kieran tierney #kieran tierney fantasy #kieran tierney fanfic #kieran tierney imagine #kieran tierney x reader #kieran tierney fanfiction #kieran tierney oneshot #arsenal fc #jac writes #forbidden fruit

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slippinninque · 1 day ago

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🕐Never Far Behind🌇

prt 2.

Koji Shimazu x blackfemreader

You and Koji begin to make up for lost time.

warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+, fluffy, some spice, cursing, flashbacks, mentions of heartbreak, long fic

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Koji was really set on spoiling you, not only did he personally bring your luggage in--the man wouldn't let you bring anything in aside from your purse and personal duffel.

You were grateful for the penthouse's discretion as you would never be able to live it down if someone saw how besotted you were with this princess treatment.

A bouquet of roses and sumire violets nestled among the heaps of hospitality that was left at the door with your belongings. More fruits, then chocolates and other tasty snacks.

"How did you even get this made so fast?" You spun around with the sweeping robe held up to your chin. Your initials monogramed to match the cozy slippers still waiting in one of your goody-baskets.

"If you talk about magic, it makes it too shy to work you know." Koji wagged a finger at you as he came to watch you unwrap and unpack.

Lounge wear and pajamas to artisan soaps and body creams. You gasped in delight when you saw your favorite strawberry-crème cookie pack. When you got to the several silk headscarves you became suspicious and asked Koji how much extra effort he went through.

"I'll have you know we make such things available for all our guests!" Koji said so honestly that you almost believed him.

When you reached the cloud-like bonnet, patterned gorgeously with your favorites--gingko leaves--you looked over at him, "Oh, really?"

Koji suddenly found interest in reading the material for the exfoliating glove that was included, "Did you know this was made from respectably sourced loofahs?"

You watched him try to wait you out, bringing the label closer to his eyes as he peered from the bottom of his glasses, "Oh, wow...oh my gosh*, that's so interesting..."

"Koji, stop being so cute." You went over and kissed him anyway, "I love all of my gifts--even if you won't tell me they're gifts."

"Very good--here," Koji took the slippers and set them on the ground for you to step in, "The floor is too cold for bare feet. I'll show you where to put your things."

While you made good on your promise and wore only Koji's haori from the night before, your toes were starting to get cold. You narrowed you eyes at him but gave him your hand.

"We'll revist that--lead the way, Manager-sama."

Koji showed you where the closet was, you hung your clothes. A few drawers were quickly emptied for your underclothes and scarves. He walked you to the bathroom, you set up your shampoo, soaps, and toothbrush.

When you returned to the bedroom--you sat yourself on the edge of the bed feeling very much like a spoiled cat. Koji came closer as he looked at you as if you were wearing chocolate and cherries.

"What, no knives this time?"

"You got so scared last time you saw one--so I decided I'll keep 'em with my delicates."

Koji moved in your way when you tried to leave bathroom now that you've properly set up shop.

His eyes crinkled in amusement as you rose your brow at him. Koji put on a smooth tone.

"Put your things away first in the closet--girls always take up so much room, after all."

"I think you just want to see where I put my knives, Ji-chan..."

"Ugh, why'd you call me that? Don't you take me serious?"

"It's only when you act so serious that I call you that...don't say you're telling me what to do?"

Koji put his hands flat on either side of your head. His hair was getting a bit long but you thought it suited him. It framed his dark eyes, the gaze aimed at you.

"I am. Look at how you're bullying me after all..."

You hummed and would have seemed truly uninterested if it weren't for the way you were bringing him closer by the loose fabric of his t-shirt.

"Cook me a good dinner and maybe I'll consider callin' you something else, Ji-chan..."

"What has you so lost in thought?"

"Hm? Oh nothing, just remembering the time I shared a room in Kodaira with a young rouge."

Koji came to sit flush beside you, "Oh my. What sort of man he must have been to have you thinking of him while you're in my arms?

You stretched and purred as you recalled those balmy afternoons-nights-morning spent between Koji and the mattress.

"Don't act like you don't know..."

Koji sighed a laugh and dropped a kiss to your shoulder, then up your neck, then to your cheek.

"Yes, yes--I suppose I do...."

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You woke to Koji's ringing phone and his following apologetic expression as he rolled out of bed enough to grab it. Your response was to blow him a kiss as you gathered some things to shower.

If you added an extra sway to your walk, that was between you and your booty.

The shower felt immaculate. You grinned up into the spray the entire time as you lathered over the refreshing aches and deep marks left over from your last go. The more time you spent with Koji, the more it felt like he's never left your arms.

This man he's become was so damned attractive. You had the pleasure of absolute trust mixing in with new territory. It pleased you even more to see how Koji reacted to you--just hungry after all these years.

Lucky for you Koji had a call to take less you would be cheek-to-tile.

Koji had you feeling like you were 20 again. All the grace you cultivated over the years fell away beneath his focus, turning you back into the same greedy thing that always wanted more. It felt more than good.

Giving yourself a good scrubbing and rubbing, you let your locs down from their bun so they could dampen and get some steam. You took your time in oiling your hair and massaging your scalp, all on the Osaka Continental's water bill.

Feeling perfectly polished after sampling the loofa gloves, which were amazing, you waltzed out of the bathroom in nothing but your slippers and a coat of steam.

Koji was tapping at his phone, now posed to get out of bed but pausing when he saw you bend over to retrieve one of the body butters you forgot to bring with you.

You winced at the dryness of your hands when you opened the container but you were intercepted, Koji covered one of your hands with his to bring you to sit beside him.

"Shimazu...?"

"I may have had a small ulterior motive," He nodded to the container in your hand, "Allow me this small pleasure."

You scoffed but relaxed back onto the bed with your free hand bracing you. Koji spoke as if he hadn't spend the last few hours giving pleasure after pleasure.

He squeezed the perfect amount and set to work, massaging the palm and fingers of your hand. You sighed and wriggled your toes, feeling very much content.

He straightened and peered down the bottom on his glasses as if he could see your aches better this way. You were sure that he was cataloguing every scar he was unfamiliar with.

"Yeah, they aren't as princess-pretty as they were a while ago." You joked as you enjoyed his careful kneading, "Went from cracking necks to cracking skin, y'know?"

"Nonsense. They're just as wonderful as they've always been. Strong and true." Koji pressed and rocked the pad of his thumb along yours, the perfect fit, "And that's just your eczema."

He kept his eyes on his task but you kept yours on him as he rubbed up your lifted arm and down your side to your leg. The butter smelled light, crisp without being overpowering. You eyes found the gleaming greys in his hair, followed the lines of his collarbones and admired the subtle strength in his hands.

Suddenly, he was too far away. You traded hands when Koji gestured but laced your fingers with his and pulled, catching his eyes with yours.

"Come here." You whispered. Koji's eyes fell down to your lips and you beckoned him again, giggling. Only half of you will be ashy, it's well worth it.

This man between your thighs, his chest to your chest, still kissed the same. You curled up around him and felt yourself surrender. He purred when your nails scratched along his scalp, the noise roughened when you gave a cheeky tug.

"You're making me soft, Ji-chan." You mumbled when he moved down the side of your neck. You pressed up against Koji when you felt his hardness prodding and poking. A slow rhythm started as you rocked into him.

"Am I Ji-chan again?"

"You'll always be my Ji-chan, baby."

Koji's fingers wandering down between your legs had you stuttering over your next tease. Your legs fell open encouragingly as you grabbed onto the sheets below.

He stared into your eyes as he dipped two fingers, carefully at first but deeper when you moaned for more. Koji adjusted so he could cradle you with his free arm as he worked you with his other.

"You always got so soft when you need me," Koji's eyes roamed your face, "Still so warm and tasty like my favorite cake..."

Koji could read the terms and conditions of an oscillating fan in Japanese and you'd probably come. He made a coaxing noise when your hips rocked down. How is it that this man could have you like this so easily?

"If I ask nicely, can I have another taste of your frosting? My darling cake?"

"You haven't had enough of it yet?"

"Enough? As if there is such a thing. Not having you on my tongue is enough discomfort. I feel cheated, in fact."

He wickedly crooked his fingers, massaging your spot hard and echoing your startled moan. You arched as the sensation went right up your spine and back down to our toes.

A laugh bubbled from your lips , "We-we're n-ah, never gettin' out of this bed..."

"Hmn. Dessert first, then lunch?"

Koji's low laugh was a forecast for the rest of your afternoon and fuck were you game.

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✨ending notes✨: 2nd part down!!! I'm so obsessed with these two it's so funny! thank you so much reading and please feel free to tell me what you think! Thank you!! (prt3 coming eventually promise lol)

*this 0: 18 is the oh my gosh that inspired this whole chapter tbh🤣

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