#it rarely happens but i'm genuinely happy to watch this show

[lenteur]

random thoughts about castaway diva, episode two

(read more because i always get carried away lol and this post might contain spoilers)

i'm going to preface this by saying i'm contradicting myself a lot in what you're going to read next but that's because i'm writing my comments as i watch the episode. so, when the show explains something that seems nonsensical at first, i'm going back on my words ^^'

the title of this episode (coincidence v fate) is intriguing. I think ki ho is one of the two brothers. I don't know which one yet but I really hope it's not woo-hak because his actions are in contradiction to what he's done when a teenager.

He wants to be a reporter but he chooses to publish mok ha's story when his brother, bo geol, rightfully told him not to do so because it'll attract public attention and mok ha is trying to adjust to the world after being alone for 15 YEARS.

From what i've seen, bo geol is more probably ki ho because he's more considerate towards her and seems to respect boundaries. He's also more polite and kind.

I'm sorry but kang woo hak can not be ki ho. I don't think he'd have changed that much in 15 years. I think that, even though ki ho changed his identity and pretended to be someone else, he'd still have that gentleness and compassion in himself. Which is why i'm leaning more towards be geol being ki ho. It makes more sense to me.

Or maybe ki ho will appear further down the line? I don't know.

Yeah i'm sure ki ho is not woo hak. There can't be any explanation that would change my mind. If he does end up being ki ho, I will riot! That's for sure.

They're planting the seed that woo hak is ki ho by the recurring "and then?". It's a nice detail, but i'm still iffy about him being ki ho.

This episode has left me confused more than anything.

I hope we'll see more mok ha & bo geol interactions so there is more suspense.

Just thought about it but woo hak being very close with his father could be another indicator that he's ki ho. He's never had a bond with his biological father so he wants to do that with his "new father".

On the flip side, if bo geol is ki ho, it's understandable that he seems more distant with his father. He's never had a good relationship with his dad so he has a harder time sharing an emotional connection with him. Hence why he's on his mom's side a lot of the time.

But also, woo hak is someone who pinpoints the importance of planning ahead for the future, something teenage ki ho has done by saving money to escape from his father.

I don't like this show because I sense a headache coming...

"If you keep worrying, you'll just end up with as many regrets down the road" Mok ha is regretting she didn't agree to go meet ran joo in seoul sooner. If she had done so, she might not have ended up on that island. The dilemma was difficult though because her father's presence was a heavy burden on her shoulders. Just like i said in my post for episode one, he destroyed her life and dreams so it's understandable she refused to go to seoul. She was scared and thought that maybe if she stopped wanting to be a singer, her father would calm down. Unfortunately, alcoh*lism is something that has an impact on the person that drinks and the people around them.

Throughout this episode, it was easy to notice how mok ha's personality and mindset hasn't changed at all. I mean, she spent fifteen years alone on a deserted island with no one to talk to. She kept herself company and seeing as she hasn't been influenced by what happened in the world, it's natural for her to be the same as she was when she arrived on that island more than a decade ago.

On that note, I'd like to say park eun bin is doing a wonderful job at being out of place/a foreigner to the world around her.

I'm just happy that mok ha learned from her past mistakes and will do whatever she wants to do. She's growing in front of our eyes.

The whole dodeok performance moment gave me so many feelings. Seeing yoon ran joo fall in disgrace from the public eye, resulting in her drowning her sorrow in cig*r*ttes and alc*h*l. But, even then, there's still someone by her side: seo mok ha. She kept her enthusiasm. She's a yoon ran joo fangirl. She proved it by giving balloons to everyone and asking them to cheer the singer on. She's a devoted fan and she made the impossible possible: impressing everyone with her singing skills and making her favorite singer shine.

I sense a strong bond forming in the future between the two women. I see them helping each other in many ways. I just can't wait to see more of ran joo and mok ha together.

I don't know if this is park eun bin singing but wow she sure does have an amazing voice 😍 edit: i checked and it is her singing voice. What a nice surprise!

before i end up this post, i'd like to apologize because i've been going back and forth in the comments i made on who might be ki ho. It's just that woo hak being ki ho makes sense but at the same time it doesn't. I'm waiting for the next episodes to see what happens.

Once again a great episode, so i'll give it a 9.5/10

[neil-gaiman]

Hello! Not a question, but I've seen a lot of people commenting/sending asks about GO season 2, so even though theres a very high chance this won't get seen, I wanted to let you know how happy it made me seeing 'the spouse' in the show. I'm non-binary, and while I do consume a lot of content with gay characters in it, it's very rare for me to see anyone under the trans umbrella. Then when I do, they're almost always a straightforward she/her or he/him kind of character, which is fine, considering they're getting represented at all, but it can be a bit frustrating. I never see anyone who's closer to my wavelength in terms of the whole gender thing

I know there's a lot of 'they's' in the show, but if I'm right, up until this person, most, if not all, of them have been either an angel, a demon, or a horseman of the apocalypse, and why would they have a solid binary view of gender? These characters did make me incredibly happy to see, but seeing a human character shown in the same light, so casually, like it was something completely normal that happens all the time, genuinely made my night (even if the rest of the season's ending did wreck me /lh)

Genuinely, it's about 8 hours later and I'm still thinking about this character. This is the first time I've seen someone like me represented in media, and to see it from a show I've been watching and adoring since it came out is incredible to me

This may not mean as much to other people, and it may not have felt like that big a thing to include, but I wanted you to know how much this truly touched my heart . I admire you and your work so much, and, i hope that your day/night is as lovely as you are

I'm really glad. I loved being able to ask Andrew to come in and play Mutt's spouse. (Also I loved the way it happened: I had no idea when I was writing Mutt whether the character would be male or female and so cheerfully wrote the spouse line to keep all our options open in casting Mutt. Once Mutt was cast, and was male, I realized that I'd grown rather fond of the "spouse", and liked the idea of casting someone who used "they" and could just be themself. This is Soho, after all.)

[gyuswhore]

the story of us ✦ j.w.w x reader

the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now - the story of us

synopsis: So many walls that you can't break through; except you do.

wc: 2.1K

contains: best friends to lovers, angst, fluff, humour, happy ending, alcohol, arguments

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[a/n]: im exhausted, im loopy, im hungry, but i really wanted to post this so here you go my babies I'm sorry i haven't fed you in so long (ty @toruro for making sure i wasn't talking out of my ass in this ily)

[edit; 11/04/24]: grammar and spelling.

Jeon Wonwoo was nearing boiling point when he watched you push him away from yet another conversation.

He tried to understand, just like he always had. But it was proving near impossible at the five-month mark. 

There were clear signs you exhibited when you needed space, for whatever reason, Wonwoo knew you would tell him when you recovered. So he gave you what you needed.

And yet, when he finds himself pushed away from what looks like a casual conversation between your mutual friends, he finds his mild annoyance grow into something hotter. 

There’s a clench in his jaw as he tries not to squeeze the red cup in his hand with too much pressure, even when all the spiteful bit of his brain wants to do is to pour its pigmented contents all over your cream outfit. He manages to control himself, choosing to get up and exit the premises entirely. In complete silence, he refuses to acknowledge any yell of his name from passing acquaintances. 

Jeon Wonwoo refused to respond to any of your advances after that. 

Invitations to lunch were left on a jarring sent, the notification sitting in his log until he chooses to open it too late. His response was bare when you asked for help on some accounting concepts, pushing you over into Jihoon’s hands to fulfill your requirements. There’s a blatant shrug when you touch his shoulder, concerned, asking why his behaviour had become so distant in the past weeks; he responds with a mumble of, “just tired”.

The great divide happened a few days proceeding your birthday, one for which Wonwoo did nothing for but send you a quick message during the evening, never to see you throughout the extended day. 

“I can’t believe you’re putting this on me!” you all but yell, eyes wide and expression exasperated at the situation.

“Are you blind? Or just plain stupid? Because I didn’t tolerate months of your shit attitude to have you say it isn’t your fault.” Wonwoo is breathing heavily, hands motioning towards your entire figure with equal disbelief.

“What attitude?” you emphasize. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know I couldn’t be upfront with my best friend.”

“There’s a difference between being in a mood and blatant disrespect. I’m tired of having to put up with your mood swings like it’s my responsibility to coddle you. When was the last time you genuinely asked me how I was doing?”

“All the time!”

“Yeah, after you realize there's nobody else to whine and wail to!”

“Wonwoo, you’re being ridiculous.”

“Fine. If I’m clearly so unhinged, I’ll leave you to your liking.” 

The dwindled interactions, from messages to hellos, went from sparing to nonexistent — just like that. 

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t expect for you and Wonwoo to reconcile in the matter of a few days, if not a couple weeks.

But when the distance did nothing but grow larger, there was a settle of resentment in the pit of your stomach as you accepted the feud you were in. 

A text was sent from your phone a couple days after the incident.

[You]: can we talk?

But when you see no sign of the grey Delivered on the end, you knew he had blocked you. 

This was all nothing less than baffling to you for a number of reasons, starting with how you had never witnessed Wowoo acting this way. 

Wonwoo had done nothing but reprimand you the rare chance you suggested blocking an apprehensive individual, something about not showing that you cared. His voice seemed redundant after a certain decibel, the rarest chance to witness him yell at a failed video game or a frustrating professor. 

You know better, which is the only reason you’re ruling off paranormal possession. 

The claims against you came as an afterthought, not, however, rendering them any less strange. There’s a part of you that pondered if your shield of annoyance blocked you from seeing the truth in his words and in your behaviour, finding yourself overwhelmed with emotions when the thought crossed your mind, tears of frustration immediately blurring your vision. 

You did not understand, you could not. And when it all got too much, you allowed the hurt and confusion to turn into something more dangerous. You replaced it with anger, in the same place that once occupied a more delicate emotion. 

There was an uproar in Wonwoo’s mind when he sees you walk into the lecture hall, unaware of your overlapping schedule in the new semester. He watches as your eyes pass over the moderately packed space, briefly glancing over where he sat; if you saw him, you did nothing to bring a reaction out of it. You take a seat a few rows up front, right in front of him where he’s able to see the back of your head for the next two hours — for the rest of the semester. 

He wonders if it’s too late to switch classes. 

“Wonwoo, I honestly think this is getting out of hand.” Jihoon munches on his cashews, leaning against bark of the tree they were both sat under. 

“Did you want me to keep tending to her bullshit then?” he grumbles.

“That’s not what I’m saying, you know it’s not.”

“That’s what it sounds like.” Wonwoo’s retort is brisk.

Jihoon is suddenly snapping his fingers in his face at the reply, a flinch accompanies Wonwoo’s already sour expression. 

“See! See how frustrating it is when somebody isn’t making sense?” 

“How does this—” 

“Wonwoo, did you try talking to her about how you felt, you know, without the screaming?” 

Jihoon watches as Wonwoo’s expression clears out, his eyebrows unfurrowing and the scowl fading. He doesn’t speak, choosing to let the realization kick in.

“No.” 

Jihoon sighs, taking another pause. “I’m not saying what she did wasn’t uncalled for, but you need to talk shit out before deciding you hate each other.”

“I don’t hate her.”

“Right, so can we wrap this up quickly and have you confess your undying love so we can all relax.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Heat crawls up Wonwoo’s cheeks.

“What? If you don’t hate her, it’s gotta be the opposite.”

Did Wonwoo like you? Yeah, he probably did. Did he ever let himself ponder upon it? No, because he was downright mortified of the mere thought. He finds himself a hypocrite to say it was to preserve your friendship, but he figures he’s fucked it up in a way that’s arguably worse. 

Regardless, Wonwoo walks away from that conversation with two things: a stark realization, and an even starker admittance. 

Everything was going wrong. At least that’s what it felt like when you hear the clang of your water bottle hit the pavement, rolling off into the oncoming traffic as you sprint to grab it. You nearly cause a vehicle pile-up, swallowing a couple profanities from braking drivers. 

You’re stuffing the darn thing into your bag when you trip on a loose brick on the path, nearly landing on your face. The glare you send into the pavement costs you even more when a hard shoulder bumps into your side, sending you another couple steps back. You don’t bother to see who the perpetrator is, too preoccupied with your attempts to take in deeper breaths amid the blankness of your mind. 

There are no hiccups after that, what you might owe your more conscious mind to. Stomping up the library steps, you thank nothingness for the air conditioning that meets your hot face, slowing down as you take in the crowd. 

Scanning the room for an empty seat is harder than you’d anticipated, hoping the heat would keep students away from the building as you left to get work done. Approaching a table, you set down your bag with a huff, pulling the chair out to finally take the seat you’ve been needing for so long. 

The universe seems to have other plans. 

It’s almost funny the way you and Wonwoo make eye contact across the other table, the recognition sending a jolt through your stomach. 

You’ve never moved so fast, pushing the chair back in with a screech that earns you a few looks, grabbing the handles of your bag as you turn around to leave the building you’d just entered. 

No way you'd sit there. Not when he was around.

You're bounding down the steps when somebody passes you, murmuring something without slowing their stride.

“I’m leaving, you can go inside,” Wonwoo says, and the sound of his voice has you halting almost immediately.

Whipping your head around to search for the sound, you watch as he takes a turn at the end of the steps, slowly moving out of your vision. 

There’s a swirl of something in your chest, and you realise in that moment how much you missed hearing his voice. 

Chiding yourself, you blink back the water that wells up in your eyes, embarrassed at how quickly you were losing yourself.

But the damage was done. And you wanted to be reckless, regardless of how desperate it made you look. A split second decision is made in that moment, one that lightens the heavy feet that you’ve planted on the concrete. 

You’re back to bounding down the steps, but this time with aim. 

Taking the same turn you saw Wonwoo take, you break into a sprint as you see his figure move farther away. You keep running, continuing to bump into both objects and people, hurried "sorry"'s the only thing you choose to throw their way. 

“Wonwoo!” Your voice comes out stronger than you’d intended, the sharpness having him turn around in search, eyes landing on your accelerating figure. 

Both of you realize too late how fast you’re really going, the velocity taking you directly into his outstretched arms, hands grasping the sleeves of his shirt as you come to screeching stop directly into his chest. 

You don’t have the time nor the patience to be embarrassed, pulling your face back to look directly into Wonwoo’s bewildered eyes to huff out your next words.

“Why did you block me?” you ask, voice gruff and slightly out of breath.

Wonwoo’s mouth opens and closes like a fish, words refusing to come out. 

“Why are you so mad at me? Why are you being nice to me if you’re mad at me?” You don’t stop, the direct questions tumbling off your tongue in desperation. 

You search his face for an answer when his mouth fails, but all you find is the remnants of shock yet to ebb away. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for making you feel like you weren’t important, I’m sorry for taking your presence for granted, I’m sorry for hurting you, I’m sorry for…for… I don’t know! I’m just really sorry and I don't know how else to make this right.”

“I’m sorry, too,” you hear him say and you feel the moisture return to your eyes. 

“Huh?”

“I should’ve…” he pauses, looking sheepish. “I should’ve talked to you before I, y’know, went off on you. I should’ve managed my feelings better, I’m sorry.” 

You're silent for a few tantalizing moments before you raise your fists, and pound down on his chest with everything you have. You do it again, and then again, and again—

“What?- Ow!” 

“When are you gonna stop bottling up your feelings for fucks sake, it’s landed you everywhere but good!” you say, nearly yelling.

Wonwoo whips his head around to see who’s listening, palm to mouth in attempts to silence you. 

“I’m sorry! I know! I’m working on it,” he rambles, trying to get you to quit struggling. “Jihoon and I talked, that’s why I realised I was being dumb.”

“Are you gonna unblock me now or do I need to pay Jihoon to sit down with you again?”

Wonwoo’s eyebrows furrow. “You payed Jihoon to sit with me?”

“No, you idiot. But I should have because you can’t seem to figure out how to feel emotions.” 

Wonwoo can’t help himself when he breaks out into a grin, letting out a breathy chuckle that has you asking “What?”.

He pulls you in, heart to heart in an embrace, holding you tight to make up for the weeks of no contact. He breathes in your scent and feels as though he hasn’t in years. 

“I’m not gonna come running up to you the next time you decide you hate me,” you mumble into his shoulder, pouting slightly.

“I love you.” 

“I love you, too.” 

“No.” Wonwoo pulls away but keeps you in his arms, looking at you, “I love you. Like, the kind of stuff that makes you wanna live together forever. I love you.” 

It’s your turn to gape like a fish. 

“W-what?”

“You told me not to bottle up my feelings.” 

“Yeah, but—wow, um.” 

“Did I make another mistake?” 

No! You wanted to scream. But you don’t. You instead lift your hands up to come around his face, cradling it. And you kissed him. 

“I love you, too. Like the live together forever kind.” 

[thatmexisaurusrex]

I think what really gets me is what the show is telling us through that breakup. That's what hurts the most.

It's that a queer person who's sad, who's alone, who's never had a stable family life; a queer person who's only gotten to a point where they're happy with who they are later in life; a queer person who yearns for a family, for love, for being someone's first choice but doesn't believe he can ever have those things; a queer person who has obviously been burned and believes that is the only outcome for him now; that no one would want him as family. That no one would love him enough to choose him first.

He walks out that door.

Alone. Scared. Spiraling. Reacting to trauma rather than Buck himself. It's seeing that and having the show tell us, yes, that's what he deserves. That's all he gets. He doesn't get a happy ending. He doesn't get good closure. He doesn't get to believe that someone wants him enough to fight for him.

Tommy was right all along.

All his fears were true and will be what he ends up with. Older queer people who want families and are scarred by their own past experiences don't get love or a family. They don't get a place to call home.

Then, you have Buck; Buck blindsided by the trauma; Buck seeing his entire six-month relationship fall apart and just letting it happen to himself again. Having yet another person in his life, in a moment of cowardice and pain, quietly and brokenly lash out that he couldn't believe Buck would actually take this seriously; that he couldn't believe that Buck would love him once the pedestal was gone and the shininess wore off. That, once again, Buck lets his relationship play out without any idea of how to be active in it. That someone Buck loves, that he thought about possibly marriage with one day, that he wants to live with, leaves him.

That Buck, once again, is abandoned.

That Buck can't know himself.

That the show wants to lean into lazy biphobic ideas and tell us, yes, that's what Buck deserves. The thriving relationship that he had crumbles within minutes because Buck doesn't get to be happy; how can he know what happiness is if he isn't playing the field? Because nothing he did before Tommy counted. Buck 1.0 didn't count. None of his previous relationships counted. Because they were all ladies, and how can you know if you've only been with one man?

Telling the audience that you can't be happy in a relationship if it's somehow a "first", despite everything pointing to the relationship being solid and good for Buck.

It is the worst possible scenario.

It is a nightmare for both Buck and Tommy.

Both messages are terrible for the audience.

There were so many ways they could have broken up and I would have been fine with it. I've talked about it before, but I was fine with Josh and Arnold breaking up in Please Like Me and I still love the show. I watched episodes with Josh and Arnold from Please Like Me as a comfort when I was reeling about this that first night! I was fine with Alexis and Ted breaking up on Schitt's Creek and I was still fine with the show. I was okay with Amelia and Kai breaking up and I'm still watching Grey's Anatomy. Because all of those breakups were understandable. They made sense. I can like couples and be okay with them not working out. And they're fictional. Fictional shit rarely hurts me, if ever. That's not my problem at all here.

It's how this happened. It's the message it signals to the audience. It's devastating. I'm still devastated by the choice. I've never felt this way about a breakup for two characters ever. The core of my grief and genuine hurt is what the show proves it believes in through this breakup. And that's what's hurt me.

[lovenonymously]

the importance of well-written stories

watching Lovely Runner was like watching 4 K-dramas at once lol

well-written stories are so rare, you only understand that when you watch something exceptional. something unique. a once in a lifetime experience of watching it for the very first time.

this show gave me so many feelings. in truth, it was an experience. I'm glad I put aside my fear of sad endings and watched as it aired. for once, I took the leap and discovered that's exactly what this drama wanted me to learn.

usually, after finishing really good K-dramas or stories in general, I hit a slump where I cannot function. everything feels dull and boring. a different kind of grief at realising this was just fictional.

but not this time.

all I feel is light and happy. like I'm floating. I want to carry this feeling and runaway. I want to remember how this felt and hold onto it when I get down or get bad days.

lifetimes lived.

Sol was sunlight. bright and unwavering and unforgettable. 💛

living vicariously through Im Sol, from feeling her pain in the beginning to her sunny hope that Sun Jae gave her. all her struggles as she jumped through various lifetimes, loved and lived and loved again. crying with her, laughing with her, rooting for her despite all odds. it was a journey.

beyond her love for Sun Jae, Sol's choices changed her family's life too. they were less hurt and much happier in the future she helped them create. even giving her grandmother a chance to return to the past and relive her fondest memories.

Sun Jae was midnight rain. the comfort of a sudden shower in the middle of summer. 💙

apart from being a complete loser in love, Sun Jae was in love with Sol for a total accumulated time of 45 years.

yep. my reaction exactly ^

I won't lie, when they pulled the "he fell first" trope in Episode 2, I was wary. one, because if the writers were willing to pull such a twist in just the second episode, then who knew what else was in store for us? my guess was pretty spot on, the twists that followed had me gasping and yelling out loud. this show was unpredictable from beginning to end.

and two, because I was worried that Sun Jae's character might get reduced to just him being in love with Im Sol.

in that case, I'm glad to say,

I was completely wrong.

despite Sun Jae's love for Im Sol, he had a grounded personality of his own. whether it was OG Sun Jae (ep 1), who lived in the guilt of what happened to the girl he loved, or Timeline 3 Sun Jae (ep 15), who never fell in love at all, he was positive, kind, decisive and striving to live.

and i love that about him.

for two characters whose stories are so deeply interwoven together, having shaped aspects of each other's lives, Sol and Sun Jae displayed their unique traits exceptionally well as individuals.

I cannot emphasize how happy this makes me. Sun Jae is his own person, Sol is her own person, and they are destined to be together. beyond their desperation for each other's safety and well-being, Sol and Sun Jae are genuinely good people who deserved to be together. even fate and time bent to their will to make it happen.

"As you wait for the rain to stop, live another day."

when a story makes you feel happy, hold onto that feeling. bottle it up. write it down. come back to it on the days the world feels against you and when the times feel too bleak.

fictional though it is, for what it's worth, at least the story exists. it means there are still people out there writing and bringing such stories to life. it means artists and creators like you and I haven't yet forgotten what it's supposed to be like to live. it means there are still people who connect to such stories and learn good things from it.

and as you wait for more such great stories, live another day. perhaps, if you get bored, write the story you want to read.

in the end, it's quite simple.

as for me, I'll be here. crying, laughing, screaming, giggling and kicking my feet while being up to my eyes in second-hand embarrassment (because goodness, these two idiots are COMPLETE LOSERS IN LOVE) throughout these past 8 weeks was the highlight of my year ✨ I will always remember that I watched a beautiful modern fairytale romance in the summer of '24 that reminded me that I was young and full of love to give.

good stories truly do make a difference 🤍

[galadrieljones]

i actually wonder why you ship daryl and beth? i see them as friends and yeah i watched their scenes over and over and i didn’t see any love between them. And i see beth younger than him and i see daryl see her as a friend and sister So what is your reasons to ship them anyway!?

I'm going to assume this question is in good faith and that you are genuinely interested in why I (and many others) ship bethyl, so I'll answer in good (albeit cautious) faith. I'm also going to tag some of my friends and mutuals at the end who I would like to encourage to share why they, personally, ship bethyl.

First, know that I don't care if people don't ship bethyl. I also am not beholden to shipping "canon" ships. I don't care about any of that, and I think it's boring to restrict one's interest in shipping to what is canon or what the fandom accepts. You're free not to ship bethyl, and I won't be mad. That's your choice!!

BUT, since you're here of your own volition, realize that I personally don't buy the bethyl bond as "sibling-coded" argument at all lol. I can understand if someone just doesn't want them to be together, because they want Daryl to be with another character or something. That's fine and perfectly rational. I can also understand if someone does not like age difference ships, and they reject it on those grounds alone. Okay! That's your preference. BUT, Beth was 18 by the events of "Still." And the argument that they share a "sibling-coded" bond has never held water for me. Believe me when I say that I can see the argument for C*ryl before I can see the argument for Daryl and Beth being "sibling-coded," and that's saying a LOT. I've literally never had anyone successfully explain this perception to me using actual evidence from the show or from the actors/showrunners outside the show. It is ALWAYS subjective. And when confronted with evidence of a bethyl romance, these same people tend to just invoke their *age difference* as if that, in and of itself, is a dealbreaker.

IMPORTANT: It's NOT a dealbreaker, but some people in fandom these days mistake personal preference for moral paradigm, and these people tend to be very judgmental and to screech a lot and to spread rumors and to bully others. The same exact thing is happening to Neggie. But I'm not going to get into that right now.

Now, you say you don't see how they could possibly be "romantic." Of course, that's totally fine, but you will need to try and explain this to thousands of people lol. I am actually not super interested in going through, in detail, why I ship bethyl from a defensive position. I'm very sick of defending something that is, frankly, entirely unproblematic and also...popular! Other than Rickyl (which is a non-canon slash ship), Bethyl, even ten years after her exit from the flagship, is still the most popular TWD ship on AO3. It was popular at the time that the show aired. Jeffrey Dean Morgan's wife ships bethyl lol. Bethyl is not "weird." It's not even a rare pair!

AND YET, to put so briefly, if you *actually* care: I PERSONALLY love bethyl because I believe their characters exist in beautiful harmony. Beth is an artist. Her priority is beauty and continuously discovering what it means to live. She believes in the goodness of people. She is a religious character who has faith in God's love. She is, as Norman put it a long time ago, like a little light at the end of the tunnel for Daryl. She reminds Daryl of what it means to live, what it means to trust people and to have faith. She protects him from his own demons and reconnects him to the beauty that remains in a dying, horrific world. Daryl tends to forget about his own well-being and his own happiness. He prioritizes brute survival, because he was taught to do this over many years of emotional and physical abuse as a child. He is "used to things being ugly" and he frequently blames himself for things that go wrong. He closes himself off to others because he has a difficult time trusting that they won't abandon him or die. At the moonshine shack, Beth confronts him on this, and he confronts her right back. Beth isn't used to being challenged by men. But he challenges her to be better and to face her own insecurities as well. He makes her stronger. She pries open his heart. At the moonshine shack, she physically grabs him to remind him that he is still alive, and that everyone they've lost was once alive, too, and that just because they might be dead now, that's not his fault. The two of them still alive, while others are dead, that's not his fault, and there is still goodness in the world and things worth living for.

Speaking of physical touch, you really should rewatch "Alone" if you want to understand the physical and romantic chemistry between Beth and Daryl. There is literally so much that I could go through, but I don't have time lol.

The moment I fell in love with bethyl was actually in "30 Days Without an Accident," when Beth embraces Daryl in such a way that reassures him that he is not alone in a desperately lonely situation. Both characters are battling demons in this scene. But it's somewhat subtextual. If you don't watch closely, you may miss it.

That said, as has been established, a LOT of people did NOT miss it lol. It's just that a lot of people also want Daryl to be with someone else, or they feel the need to moralize on the internet. Neither one of those things is relevant to me, though I accept them as realities.

Anyway, I hope this helps! ->

@sasusc @frangipanilove @twdmusicboxmystery @pipergirl17 @sweetz1919

@emsee22 @drewmoll03 @bookqueenrules @bethiscomingsoon

@angelthefirst1 @bethgreeneprevails @im-immortal @rose-andthe-thorn @wdway @boltthrutheheart

and anyone else, I know I've forgotten some people 😩. I just went off the top of my head, so please chime in on why you love bethyl, or feel free to completely ignore this ❤️

[ohbother2]

Hi everyone,

I know it's been ages and some of you have probably seen this notification and have hoped that this means the fics on this page will be updating, however, I've got some bad news.

This blog was a joint account between two friends who loved creating silly stories of some of our favourite characters in our free time and gushing over character details with one another. Beyond tragically, my friend, the co-runner of this account, passed away a few months ago. Obviously, I'm keeping the details private, but it was sudden and unexpected.

I know this is a shock to all of you, and not what you were expecting to hear after such a long hiatus. Understandably, I've not been active on tumblr, particularly this account, since. It's felt incredibly wrong to login to this blog and even attempt to re-read some of the stuff posted or your comments/tags, especially without her to talk to about all your lovely messages. She really did love reading them, and we'd call for hours to laugh and talk about your kind messages.

Although I acted as what you'd call the 'face' of this account, actually posting, reblogging, commenting and following others, she was integral to the heart of this account, to the ideas and writing and editing that made this account what it is, and I don't want to continue posting heacannons/one-shots/any kind of creative writing on this blog without her. This was our passion-project, and a massive chunk of it is now missing.

I just wanted to let you guys know what the situation with this blog is and why, and I wanted to give a massive thank you from both of us for being the most supportive, kind-hearted, and tight-knit community we'd ever had or seen on Tumblr before. The fact we even had fan-art made of our writing goes to show how dedicated and incredibly talented this fandom is, how supportive and just genuinely excited everyone is to hype each other up and lift each other and appreciate all our passions. It's genuinely insane, and so rare in modern internet spaces.

Regarding the future of this account, because I don't want to leave unfinished fics floating around the website, and for personal reasons, I will be transferring all fics/one-shots over to AO3, marking them as incomplete, and 'orphaning' them. I've really debated this decision, and I believe it's the one she'd be most happy with. I'm just giving you guys fair warning, I'll wait a few weeks before I actually do anything. I don't know if I'll delete this blog, I'm rather attached, but I won't be active for a while.

Probably most importantly, if anyone wants to take our ideas or our unfinished fics/one-shots and complete them/edit the story/adapt our head-cannons/incorporate them into your own fics, please do. I think it'd be nice to inspire and help other fic writers, and see the ideas carried on in whatever way you guys choose. Everything on this account is effectively 'orphaned' already, so feel free to do whatever you want with it :).

This is getting long, but I also wanted to say thank you to everyone who sent in requests, funny comments, little anecdotes, and witty one-liners into our messages/asks, both that we did and didn't respond to, especially lately. We planned to do a great return to this blog after our exams responding to them all/clogging up your feeds. Someone even called us their 'favourite niche internet micro celebrity', and we both found it hilarious.

There's no gofundme or anything like that set up. Sometimes, things just don't go as we plan and there's nothing we can do. If I've learnt anything from this godawful situation, it's that you should do whatever you want as soon as possible. Don't wait to join that club. don't wait to take that trip, don't wait to watch that show, don't wait to visit friends or family, don't wait to begin doing a hobby that you think you'll love. Anything can happen, and the only time we know that we have for certain is now. (Master Uguay was right in Kung Fu Panda after all).

I won't be active for a while, but I'll check in to see how this post is doing now and again, and I'll probably post again just before I begin taking things down.

Thank you guys, and I hope you don't dwell on this post too long.

[skinnybritishdudes]

Having heard George talk so much and in such depth about his love for the show, his process, his interpretation of Edwin and his affection for him makes the idea of cancellation (I am not giving up yet) hurt extra. It's in the specifics, you know. There's that-actor-I-like-must-be-sad, and then there's having watched hours of Facetime-y videos where he talks about your favorite thing like it's his favorite thing, too. I would've been heartbroken for him anyway, but it's definitely sharper than it would've been without the Cameo Era. Honestly I just wish there was somebody I could yell at about it. It's not fair!

At the same time, holy shit am I thrilled that he got to read all those messages. He seemed genuinely surprised at how much attention people paid to the specifics of his performance and of the character, and every little detail of the show. He said in my last cameo that it felt good for him to see how invested in the show fans were because he was so invested in it, and I think that exchange was a rare and wonderful experience on both sides: for him to get the chance to know how much the show mattered to so many and that people really saw and appreciated his work, and for us to get to ask our questions and get such detailed and thoughtful answers from this sincere, unaffected young artist. Honestly, I've been in a lot of fandoms over a lot of years and this is by far my favorite thing that's ever happened in one. What an unexpected and unlikely treat.

He also said the week of Cameos felt like really getting something out of all that he'd put in to the show. So if this is the end for DBD after all, goddamn am I glad he decided to do that fundraiser. I'm so happy he was able to raise so much for a cause so dear to him, and I'm over the moon that he peeked his head in and let us tell him how great he is for that moment, too.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

hey can you do prompt 22 for chad please? hope ur okay!🤍

‘’What are you doing?’’ ‘’Drawing stars around your scars.’’

I'm so happy someone picked one of my favorite lines from the list <3 Do you get the reference?

my taglists are here  + you can requests (currently closed) here at any time

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You were sitting on Chad’s bed in your night clothes, waiting for your boyfriend to join you and watch a movie on his laptop. The end of semester rush was approaching and you wanted to spend as much time together before the beginning of the madness, hence why you were sleeping at his dorm tonight.

It was only your third time sleeping over, but your and Chad's relationship was fairly new. At least officially. You and him had been dancing around each other, flirting and sharing kisses at parties for months.

Although your feelings for each other were obvious, Chad was hesitant to take the relationship to the next level. He would constantly push you away when things would get too personal. Initially, you thought it was a commitment issue, but as you got to know him more, you came to the conclusion that maybe something had happened in his past and made him untrusty of people and reluctant to let anyone close.

Lucky for him, you were patient. And very much into him.

‘’You have practice early tomorrow morning. Are you sure this is okay?’’

Chad laughed fondly, moving around in the dorm. ‘’It’s only 8pm. We’re nowhere near my bedtime.’’

You played with the corner of his fuzzy blanket, not letting go. ‘’I just don’t want to disturb your routine by keeping you awake for longer than you should. I’d feel so bad if you were tired tomorrow because of me.’’

Shaking his head, Chad walked over to you, dropping a kiss to your lips. ‘’There’s two hours before I need to go to bed. That’s plenty of time.’’ He went over to the nightstand and plugged his phone. ‘’Besides, I’m probably gonna fall asleep during the movie,’’ he confessed, feeling the weight of his day.

Then, he fell on the twin-sized bed beside you without a care, causing the bedframe and mattress to squeak under his weight. College furnitures are not the strongest.

‘’What movie did you pick?’’ Chad reached for the laptop, the movement causing his shorts to ride up his thigh, exposing a part of his past.

‘’What’s that?’’ you asked with furrowed eyebrows, seeing a pinkish scar on the inside of his right thigh.

You weren’t particularly looking there. It just caught your eye.

The light mood shifted as Chad tensed, visibly uncomfortable at the mention of his scar. He quickly pulled the covers over his legs, hiding them from your view.

‘’I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked,’’ you apologized, genuinely feeling bad for bringing it up.

You should have known not to ask about the scar. People rarely want to talk about them as they are most of the time related to something you would like to forget.

Before the Woodsboro attacks, Chad was confident about his body. He liked to show off his toned chest and strong biceps on every given occasion. But now that seven scars decorated it, he preferred to cover it — either with a shirt or makeup he had stolen from Mindy.

He was tempted to lie and say he got it when he was little, but the truth was too big and important to be covered by a fake childhood story.

Chad drew a breath, about to reveal something that would stun you. ‘’Have you heard of the masked killer murders last year in Woodsboro?’’

You nodded, having seen some articles online about it.

‘’I…I was one of the victims. The doctors said it was a miracle I survived my injuries.’’

‘’Injuries? As in plural?’’

He nodded in turn. ‘’There's more on my stomach.''

You furrowed your eyebrows, not remembering seeing any scars there.

Chad read your expression and reached for the back of his collar to pull his shirt off.

Your eyes fell to his collarbones and pecs, then his stomach, which was indeed mauled with six pinkish scars. They were healed, but the raised texture indicated that they weren't that old. You gently brushed your finger over the lines.

‘’Do they still hurt?’’ you asked, flicking your gaze up.

Much to Chad’s relief, there was zero ounce of pity in them.

‘’No. But sometimes I have dreams about that night and I can feel the knife stabbing me…’’

The dark confession made your heart ache.

You got up and went to your backpack where all your overnight stuff was, leaving a confused Chad behind. You grabbed an eyeliner pencil from your makeup bag and returned to the bed.

‘’Lay down.’’

Chad’s frown deepened, but he did as told. ‘’What are you doing?’’

You brought the pencil to his dark skin and began doodling. ‘’Drawing stars around your scars.’’

—

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[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 7/16/2024

how your backyard hurricane go, the houston area? pretty good it doesn't seem

to be clear other than losing everything in my fridge and developing some mold around the windowframes IM personally fine and so are the girls and so is the lair. we lost power sunday afternoon and got it back friday morning (upside down smiley emoji x16)

listening

THREE CANONICALLY BISEXUAL CLUB BANGERS!!! also, trying out a new thing with spotify and youtube videos for songs bc my readership is about 70/30 and i want to streamline the process of actually listening to new music for ppl. it must be really annoying this week but that's bc there's three songs. sorry. it will rarely be this long

anyway.

ANXIETY by Lilyisthatyou is new to me, off the spotify autogenerated dance playlist. a chiller groove in the spelling-things-out genre of dance music. VERY flashy-lights music vid fyi

Why do I feel so alone? Does it show That I'm dancing to fill the void with pretty girls and pretty boys?

i know about kesha's joyride bc i happen to be an alive queer woman. im SO happy kesha is also alive and making music more regularly. this one is canonically bisexual bc kesha is bisexual. also a really flashy-lights lyric video. the most classically recession-pop/early KESHA sound of all three tuesdaysongs this week. im always fascinated when an accordion shows up.

Rev my engine ’til you make it purr Keep it kinky, but I come first Beep-beep, bitch, I'm outside Get in, loser, for the joyride

thank u new releases spotify playlist. also canonically bisexual bc the singer is, also an early KESHA feel but she is a metal artist first and foremost. very fun to headbang to at a stop light. i don't totally Love how it's an emasculating song but given how dudes in the metal scene generally are? i think she should make it more emasculating actually

Take you down a peg (And peg and peg and peg) If you're a macho man then beg (And beg and beg and beg) Bend you over the bed (The bed the bed the bed) It's time to take you down a peg (And peg and peg and peg)

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reading

fun fact i still haven't seen this movie. i got this from the library the day before the hurricane proper and it gave me a really lovely two hours of not thinking about the active hurricane the day after. enormous format photographs! full-length shots of every look! ithe little personal notes from each designer were so fun to read, and i think this genuinely healed my heart a little. everyone was so excited to go into detail about what choices they made and what inspired them, and even though i would have loved more specific construction details, specific fiber types, and full-length shots of the Back of every look, i recognize i am a freak.

-

watching

watched a truly bonkers assortment of films at my bestie's house this week. her husband is big into godzilla and i sat down not really paying attention or planning to pay attention to Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire (2024, dir. Wingard) but found myself actually paying attention. i unfortunately was a character i hate, Person Who Stops The Movie Halfway Through To Demand A Recap. loved these guys, whatever the fuck they were

the most fun thing about this movie is that it is not a silent film but it acts like one. there are long, long stretches of movie without dialogue bc all the political action is happening between a bunch of giant monkeys. this is going to sound like im damning it with faint praise but they really thought carefully about directorial and artistic choices here! there was a vision and they executed it! it's fun to look at and not just because there's a big monkey in most of the shots!

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playing

got a look at characters for the new fire-themed land coming up this fall. ppl are understandably big mad that the land is based on Ring of Fire cultures and everyone is paper-white. i think it is correct to be mad and ask them to do better, and they have tweaked designs before release before, however, i don't think this will bring about a sea change in gacha games.

i am rolling along clearing out map markers and achievement hunting and my GOD are there a lot of time-gated achievements in inazuma (electricity-themed legally-not-japan). so so so many of them i originally got halfway through or did 1/5 and then wandered off bc i didn't realize there was a quest or achievement locked behind doing something for three or five days in a row. i now have a post-it on the corner of my monitor with nine different things i have to keep checking in on this week. please someone give me a REAL JOB!!!!!!

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making

cross stitch progress. this was the only thing i did last week aside from shake like a chihuahua and sleep. very slow going! may have to ship the package off to my brother with an IOU bc it is already stressfully late.

made the bean influencer soup (creamy miso coconut butter beans). i made a batch before the hurricane last week so most of my notes are from then. the grocery did not have canned butter beans so i made the same thing (big lima beans) from dry. i have not made beans from dry since i was very small. these beans were so large, so pale, so aggressive.

changes: i was able to find a little carton of straight coconut cream at the grocery but they were out of miso paste. i did have miso soup mix and plopped that in. i also used frozen spinch bc it’s cheaper and i felt better about it than the somewhat questionable fresh spinch on offer. also used two onions instead of one and a hearty dollop of minced jarred garlic bc who do u think i even fucking am. i would have loved to use fresh dill, bc i did plant some and it was growing very well, but the caterpillars were very intense and ate almost everything on my balcony.

going in the rotation! im making it AGAIN as im typing up this post! pretty cheap, very tasty, i don't regularly keep butter beans or coconut cream in my pantry but that can change!

[icycoldninja]

Perhaps writing the DMC men catching the reader singing to herself when she thought that she was alone while hanging clothes out to dry

She’s not exactly shy but she’s not exactly bold either, just somewhere in between but for singing…deadass not wanting to sing anywhere publicly, which results in her awkwardly sitting in a karaoke booth with her frunk friends hyping her up and she’s just “-_-“

So when they said they’ll be out to get groceries or go on a mission, she takes this time to sing to herself:

1/ Dante: Would That I - Hozier

2/ Vergil: Brooklyn Baby - Lana Del Rey

3/ Nero: La Vie En Rose - Edith Paif

4/ V: I’m a fool to want you - Frank Sinatra

Yeah, OK. Here ya go.

Sparda boys + V x Singing!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante knew you were pretty closed off in terms of singing, as whenever he took you out for karaoke nights with the rest of the DMC crew, you would just sit in the booth, watching as he and probably Nero screamed their drunken heads off.

-He assured you just couldn't sing or were just too nervous to do it in front of others, and he respected that.

Then he happened to walk out on you singing to yourself while hanging up your laundry.

-"And it's not tonight Where I'm set alight And I blink in sight Of your blinding light Oh, it's not tonight Where you hold me tight Light the fire bright Oh, let it blaze, alright

Oh, but you're good to me Oh, you're good to me Oh, but you're good to me, baby"

-Dante was stunned to hear you could sing like this, and ended up stealthily following you outside when you did your laundry, just to hear you sing.

-At some point he couldn't control himself any longer and decided to sing along with you, nearly giving you a heart attack.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil was never one to be nosy, so if you choose not to sing around others, then that's your problem, and not his.

-He doesn't make any assumptions or anything about why you choose not to sing in public, because he genuinely doesn't care.

-He can't sing to save his life, but would sooner die than have you know that, so he'll keep his mouth shut.

-At one point he walked outside, where you were hanging up laundry, only to find you belting out some tunes.

-"Well, my boyfriend's in a band He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed I've got feathers in my hair I get down to Beat poetry And my jazz collection's rare I can play most anything I'm a Brooklyn baby I'm a Brooklyn baby

Ta-da-da-da-da-da-da Ta-da-da-da-da-da-da Pa-ta-da-da-da-da"

-Vergil has to admit, he's impressed. He's not gonna follow you around to hear your singing, but he will leave the window open so he can quietly listen in without fear of getting caught.

□ Nero □

-Nero enjoyed singing himself, though he only ever showcased this ability when Dante dragged him out for a get-together with the others, where he would inevitably drink too much beer and lose his self control.

-He won't pressure you into doing something so potentially embarrassing, so whether you want to sing in front of him or not is entirely up to you.

-He is a little bit curious, however. Do you have a hidden talent that you're too nervous to show, or do you suck really bad?

-He happened to be taking a stroll outside when he caught wind of singing that wasn't coming from a pair of speakers. It was coming from a person, and that person was you, singing Edith Paif.

-"Des nuits d'amour à plus finir Un grand bonheur qui prend sa place Des ennuis, des chagrins s'effacent Heureux, heureux à en mourir"

(Translation from Google: Nights of endless love, a great happiness that takes its place. Troubles, sorrows fade away. Happy, happy to die)

-Nero didn't understand a word of what you were saying, but that didn't matter cause your voice was epic as hell.

● V ●

-V doesn't sing, since his voice isn't exactly made for that, but he would love to hear you sing.

-He is a tad bit disappointed that you don't want to sing, but everyone has their aversions and such, so he let it go.

-He happened to be passing by the open kitchen window, outside of which you were hanging up the laundry, and heard your singing for the first time.

-"I'm a fool to want you I'm a fool to want you To want a love that can't be true A love that's there for others too"

-V was pleasantly surprised that you'd decide to sing outside, doing such a mundane task, and was also quite happy since his wish had finally been granted.

-Since he happened to love the song you were singing, he couldn't help himself and began singing along, startling you with his raspy, mummy-with-a-sore-throat singing.

[br1ghtestlight]

bob belcher is autistic and here's why!!

social difficulties. this one is pretty obvious bcuz one of bob's most important traits is how introverted and antisocial he is and how he doesn't like being around people (outside of family) or being forced to make conversation. he spends holidays cooking in the kitchen as an excuse to not have to talk to his in-laws and he's generally very socially awkward because its hard for him to read other people and he gets stressed out easily. when he DOES have people he wants to interact with socially he's anxious that he's doing something wrong and that he'll say something to make them hate them such as phone calls or when he's texting his dad friends ("just try not to be... how you are." "i always try to do that") and seems to have a hard time reading what other people think about him especially through text or knowing when he's being rude or hurtful (like that burger convention episode where he thought he made friends but everybody hated him and was talking behind his back bcuz he misread social signals) he also seems to have a hard time reading other people's body languages and emotions. he also HATES large gatherings and parties as stated in multiple episodes. he seems to calm down and decompress by being alone and focusing on doing his own thing

lack of emotional expression. very similar to tina bob has a monotone voice and lack of facial expression compared to his family members and other characters on the show. while he CAN express his emotions through voice he mostly says what he means or how he's feeling and expects other people to do the same. very rarely genuinely smiles etc (not because he isn't happy!!! it doesn't seem to come naturally to him most of the time)

hyperfixations on specific topics and interests. while obviously bob's main interest is cooking and anything related to the production and growing of food as seen in countless episodes (thanksgiving episodes especially and any episode where he's gardening or growing plants) he does have other hyperfixations too. big examples are CAKE in that one episode and how linda says that bob gets obsessed with "boring things" too like soap carving or that episode where he hyperfixated on the internet cucumber. when this happens he focuses all his energy on the topic and doesn't seem to care about much else as seen in the episode where he gets a juicer for christmas and throughout the episode he's either excited about different juicing combinations or complaining about how he can't use his juicier ("in my head i'm at home juicing right now") while forcing his family to drink his combinations. also that History Of Pepper book that he got super into. enjoys explaining this interests to other people whether or not they seem interested in what he's saying (like in that goddamn cucumber episode)

hyper empathy for and attachment to inanimate objects. this is a HUGE thing for bob as he's always seen talking to inanimate objects around him like food as he prepares it or his kitchen utensils. he uses this to express his feelings and talk through uncertain situations but he also seems to have real empathy and emotions towards them as seen in the episode where he gets into a fight with the turkey banister or when lance the turkey gets shot. he also gets very emotional when he has to work in a different kitchen and apologizes to his stove several times

sticking to routine and resistance to change. bob clearly values his routine at the restaurant with his burger of the day etc and his family seems to have a fairly consistent daily routine with dinner and watching tv afterwards every night. in the seaplane episode linda is upset because she thinks bob's dates are boring because he always wants to go back to the same boring/reliable places that he already knows that he likes vs wanting to try something new that he possibly won't enjoy which is VERY autistic tbh

taking things literally or having trouble with sarcasm. doesn't come up very often BUT in the pigeon episode when linda tells bob to give the pigeon a bath and so he takes a bath with it and she was like NO BOBBY IN THE SINK!!! and he's like i wouldn't fit in the sink? :( thats autism baby

burnout. bob tends to hyperfixate on his job and his love of cooking but if he does this for too long without taking a break it can lead to burnout where he's seen having trouble with running the restaurant and more sensitive/annoyed by other people talking to him so he needs to take a break even if he resists this at first. very autistic experience to Hyperfixate so hard you forget your basic needs and have trouble remembering to take care of yourself

struggles with motor control and following directions. this is a smaller symptom but bob is shown having trouble with tying even basic knots and has an inability to follow maps or written instructions which can be a symptom of autism/developmental disorders. also he has a stutter which similarly is often comorbid with developmental disabilities/speech disorders

occasionally struggles with eye contact (during parent-teacher interviews)

strong sense of justice. bob very clearly has strong emotional responses and a strong sense of justice in situations that he sees as unfair and can react strongly without thinking it through. problems w/ impulse control and high emotion

bob isn't shown stimming very often but similarly to tina i think he mostly has his vocal stims that he uses in stressful situations ("oh my god. oh my god") in the movie he can also be seen groaning for hours at a time and going almost completely nonverbal in a stressful situation much like tina does which means it is likely a trait that she inherited from bob. he also paces around and seems to be predisposed to having shutdowns in stressful situations or when he's very anxious

not directly related but bob seems to think that he's MUCH better at masking than he actually is and i think that's very funny. he's like nobody knows im autistic :) <- everybody knows that he is autistic

[justanamesstuff]

All I Need

Chapter 6

Matty Healy!dad x f!reader

A/N: SURPRISE! I was going to wait a few more days, but I want to stablish Sundays as 'publication day'. I'm really nervous about you guys reading this part...I haven't posted in almost a month!! Thanks again for all the support and patience, you're the best ♥ Hope you enjoy (let me know what you think!)

Warnings: swearing; hurt feelings; angst; typos.

Word count: 6,8 K

MASTERLIST

A week before…

Saturday

Lunchtime

The sun was up in the sky, a rare thing for the commensals around the table. 

Matty woke up early in the morning, feeling the urge to spend time with his family out in the sun. His parents were in town for a few more days before going back to Manchester. He wanted to make the best of it, specially, he wanted Amelia to spend time with her grandparents. 

Matty held Amelia on his lap, Denise and Tim were at the other side of the table chatting. Matty tried to turn around looking for Y/n. He felt bad she always tried to be the perfect host when his parents were around. No matter how many times she had been told, by them or Matty, about it. Y/n assured them she was fine with it.

“Matty.” Denise tried to get his attention back.

“Yeah?” He said without actually looking at her.

Denise was aware of her son’s change around Y/n. She wasn’t dumb, she knew Matty like the back of her hand and, at the same time, he wasn’t even trying to hide it.

From the moment they crossed the threshold of the front door, Denise -more than Tim- acknowledged how Matty’s attention was fixated on Y/n. The singer’s mother noticed as well how Y/n was oblivious to that change of his attention. Denise decided to taste the waters, trying to see what was in fact happening between them.

“Y/n said she will be right back.” The teasing in her voice made Matty roll his eyes, gifting her an annoyed look. 

“I know!” He protested. “Maybe she needed help…” He shrugged his arms, trying not to show his embarrassment.  

Denise saw right through his facade. “Yeah, well, she said she can manage.”

“Nana!” Amelia's attempt to call her drift the attention of every adult to her. 

“Hello, sunshine!” Denise smiled down at Amelia.

After her own children, Amelia was for her grandparents the greatest gift. She brought a new wave of hope and happiness to them. Watching Matty became a father was something they were very eager to see. 

“She looks exactly like you, Matt.” Tim stated. 

Matty took a sip of his drink, shaking his head. “Nah, she’s the perfect mix of Y/n and I.”

“She’s perfect, the most beautiful baby, right?” Denise continued to cooing her granddaughter, who answer with her cute laugh.

Y/n make her way through the sliding door of the back patio, holding a big tray of food. She was visible preoccupied about taking care of their guests. 

“Sorry for the delay, here…enjoy!” She encouraged them to eat, sitting down beside Matty and Amelia -still on his lap-. Matty felt good again, a wave of relief washing over him.

 “Thank you, dear. Someone was getting fussy about eating.” Tim made eye contact, gifting Y/n a cheeky smile.

Y/n was confused. Her first thought was to think about her daughter, she turned around to look at her baby. It was unlikely, she though; since Amelia already had her lunch. Even though, she chose to ask.

“Mel? Matty already feed her.” She asked, worrying about Amelia genuinely.

Denise quickly tried to erase her worries. “No, not Amelia.” She wiggled her eyes towards Matty's form.

Matty was getting pissed about his mother behaviour that day. “Denise…” He warned her.

Still trying to understand what was going on, Y/n looked at Matty. “Are you?” 

Matty stared at her for a minute. It was beyond his understatement how she managed to look always cute and kissable. He repressed a groan. He had been thinking about kissing Y/n for almost a week now -or even more-. Matty knew, for experience, her taste, the things she was capable to do with him; and after his -almost- wet dream, his mind was adamant to bring the information forward all the time. Several moments during the week, Y/n or the boys had to snap him out of his daydreams. It was getting a little out of hand.

“He was.” Tim pointed directly at his son. 

Denise laughed out loud when Matty stared at them with a beyond annoyed expression.  

“Bloody hell!” He mumbled, but the rest of the group hear him. Amelia looked up at him, smiling. He couldn’t help the chuckle escaping his lips, while he ran a hand through her beautiful curls.

“Don’t swear in front of your child, Matthew!” Denise scolded him.

“Yeah, yeah…whatever!”

“We were talking, Y/n dear,” Tim continued with the previous conversation. “Well, I was saying…how similar in looks Amelia is to Matty.”

Matty looked at Y/n interacted with his father. It was always a heart-warming sight, the frontman didn’t know exactly why. It possibly was the atmosphere of cuteness around the two of them. Matty was happy that his parents liked Y/n, as much or more as he liked her. 

“Yeah, she really is.” Y/n agreed with Amelia’s grandfather.

Denise interfered once more. “Matty doesn’t agree…”

Matty felt like a teenager again, with all the teasing his parents were doing upon him. “She’s the mix of us!” He threw his arm around, his right arm falling behind Y/n’s chair. She noticed how his fingers caressed mindlessly the exposed skin of her arm. She held her breath.

“The perfect mix!” Denise said, looking between Amelia’s parents. Y/n felt her cheeks turn maroon.

“No, she’s you but in girl, Matty!” Y/n tried to protest. 

“Absolutely not,” Matty turned to look at her directly. “She has my hair…your eyes-” Matty fixated on her eyes while he talked. Forgetting where and with who they were.

Amelia noticed his attention wasn’t on her, so she interrupted his father. “Ah, ah!” She made grabby hands up to his face. 

“Don’t you agree, mel-mel?” Y/n leaned forward, closer to Matty, towards Amelia. The little girl changed her way of attention, reaching for her mother. She grabbed Y/n’s cheeks with her little hands, pulling her close.

“Mommy, mommy.” She laughed, showing Y/n her little teeth. Matty couldn’t help to place his hand on Y/n’s back. His hand was burning through the thin material of her dress, even though it felt more than nice. The caress didn’t pass Denise's scrutiny. 

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After Matty commented about his new favourite purchase – a vintage guitar-, him and Tim disappeared; leaving the girls alone outside. Denise thought it was the perfect moment to ask Y/n about her doubts. Even though, she was aware that she needed to be careful, Denise was adamant to not intrude too much, risking making Y/n uncomfortable.

“So, now they’re gone…how are you, dear?” She asked in her own motherly way.

Y/n meet Denise and Tim after Matty and her found out about her pregnancy. Both of them were always caring and friendly towards her, specially because they knew her family lived far away. Along with Grace, Denise was part of the female support Y/n had needed through those months. 

They engaged in a relationship that persisted beyond Amelia’s birth. Denise called regularly to ask about Mel but also about her; when Matty had to go for a month, she stayed for a few days each week to help her with everything. Y/n adored Denise, and Denise adored Y/n.

Y/n took a sip of her tea, keeping her eyes on Amelia playing beside the table. “We’re good-”

Denise interrupted her smoothly. “Y/n, you…dear. I’m asking about you, darling.” She greeted her with a big smile adoring her face.

“Oh, sorry. I’m so used to get questions about us…mostly Amelia and me, as if we work as the same pack.” Y/n explained, a little embarrassed of not getting Denise’s question right.

Denise boobed her head up and down, agreeing. “Yeah, been there…” The women couldn’t help to laugh in unison. 

“Well, I’m alright…tired.” Y/n expressed. Her body deflated, showing as a fact connected with her expressions.

“Are you still working?”

“Yeah, yeah…mostly from here, from home. Which works for us, like for Matty and me, because we can split the time equally when he’s home.” 

Denise remember bits of an earlier conversation with Matty, in which he was explaining how he had to take care of Amelia because Y/n was going out. That information wasn’t rare, Matty’s factions turning hard and sullen was what took Denise by surprised and made her wonder.

She kept the chat with Y/n going. “That’s really great. He says he’s looking after Amelia today. Are you hanging with…Grace, was the name of your friend?” Denise remembered seeing Grace a few times when she came to the house.

“No, no…Grace is on a short trip to Ireland.” Y/n explains to her. She didn’t know how to bring the real plan she had for the evening. “I- I’m going-” Y/n hesitates. “I have a date.” Y/n looked down, her cheeks burning.

Y/n didn’t know why she was embarrassed or even ashamed to tell Denise her plans, telling her she had a date. Maybe it was the fact that she never, since she knew Denise, went on a date or her mixed feelings were due to Denise being Matty’s mother. Y/n brushed it off from her mind.

“Oh?” Denise was really astonished. She didn’t expect that piece of information from Y/n. Even less after Matty’s demeanour around the mother of his children. Apparently, her assumptions of them getting back together were far from reality.

Y/n kept her eyes on Amelia, who was still playing happily, unaware of her mother and grandmother conversation. “Yeah…in fact, Grace was the one that somehow arranges the first on.e” Y/n felt bad to say a little white lie to Denise. Even when she knew she couldn’t tell Denise, that it was her who pushed for the date to try to kill her feelings for Matty. “I’m going out with her cousin, Paul.” Y/n continued.

Denise felt an urge of worry. “Is he nice?”

“Yes, yes…he’s really great so far…” Y/n said, truly speaking her thoughts out loud, based on that first date a few weeks ago.

“Do you like him?” Denise stared directly at her. “I know it can be hard to start going out while having a kid and recently splitting up from your boyfriend…in my case, husband.” She tried to reason with Y/n.

Y/n returned her full attention to Denise. “Yeah, it took me a minute to start dating again…” she admitted.

Denise felt a strange vibe about the whole dating thing, even though she kept her mouth shut about it. Instead, she chose to act like a mother figure in another sense. “If I can give you an advice, don’t rush it…and if you don’t feel good about it, stop. You don’t have to push yourself.” 

 Y/n was starting to get a little emotional about it. So, she decided to try to end it. “Thank you, Denise.” Y/n said sincere. 

“Matty knows Paul?” Matty’s mother couldn’t stop that question to slip through her lips.

Y/n sight loudly. “Yes and no. We both meet him for the first time a few years back, in one of Grace’s birthday parties.” She let her know.

“Is he handsome?” Y/n laughs. 

She went to answer when Amelia brought a bunch of yellow flowers to her mother. 

“Thank you, my dear!” Y/n took it, Amelia ran away. 

Y/n thought for a minute in silence, before admitting her opinions about Paul’s looks. “He is, yes…” 

Denise sensed the change of mood on Y/n, so she tried to change it, lighten it. “Good for you! You’re so pretty, Y/n! You deserve a nice partner…” 

“Thanks” Y/n answered shyly. 

Denise placed her hand on the table, halfway from Y/n’s, with her palm upwards. “I’m really happy for you, dear.” 

Y/n grabbed Matty’s mother hand and talked as best as she could. “That’s so sweet from you, Denise. I really appreciate it.”

The emotional moment between Denise and Y/n was interrupted by a very sleepy child. Amelia made her way into Denise’s lap, making the women pull away. Denise rested her back on the chair holding Amelia who was closing her eyes. “I think someone is ready for a little nap.”

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A park away from home…

Paul and Y/n strolled around the park he had chosen for the date. It was a nice place, full of big trees and people spending a nice time out of their houses to end the weekend. 

“Thank you for this.” Y/n raised the disposable coffee cup to make her point. “I’ll pay you for it.” She said, politely. 

Paul shocked her head, making a pause on the conversation after taking a sip of his own coffee. “You don’t have to, Y/n!” He protested.

“I insist.” She smiled at him. They were walking with little distance between their bodies, from time to time their arms coming in contact with each other.

The whole situation felt differently from the first date. Y/n didn’t feel the electric feeling from that night, she felt a little spiral of anxiety playing on her stomach. The butterflies, she supposed. 

Paul chuckled at her insistence. “Fine, you can pay next time. What do you say about that?” he turned to look at her, while they continue walking.

“Deal.” Y/n extended her right hand, which Paul took it on his big one. They shock hands for a few seconds and part ways laughing.

The conversation flowed between Paul and Y/n, they talked about everything and nothing at the same time. It wasn’t very exciting if she was honest to herself, but it was at the same time nice.

“So,” He started. “I’m sorry for not reaching out sooner-” Paul tried to apologize for disappearing. 

Y/n cut him in the of his sentence. “It’s fine, Paul.”

“No, no…I wanted to do it sooner. I’ve just been so busy with work-”

“I really get that, okay? Don’t worry, please!”

She couldn’t tell him she had been distracted with Matty and her own feelings. That she cuddle multiple times with the father of her child, forgetting about Paul for even days. 

Paul tried to think of something to keep her talking, so he came up with “How have you been, then?” Not very original.

“Good, good…pretty much the same, y’know? Work, parenting and all that jazz…” Y/n told him the half-truth. 

“I really wish I get to meet your daughter. I know she’s as beautiful as her mother.” Paul tried to compliment Y/n mentioning Amelia. Which had the opposite effect on her somehow. 

Y/n tried to ignore it, focusing on talking about her baby girl.“She’s beautiful, but not because of me. In fact, we had a conversation today with her grandparents-” 

Paul interrupted her, irking Y/n a little more. “Your parents?” he asked bluntly.

“No, no… Matty’s parents. They came today for lunch-” Y/n tried to keep her emotions at bay.

“Ahh, Matty!” Paul exclaimed, loud, opening her eyes wide and adding to it a strange expression on his face.

“What?” Y/n felt a pang on her stomach, making her discomfort from before worse.

Paul stopped his walking, Y/n copied him. “I’ve seen a lot about him online-” He admitted. 

“Yeah?” Y/n folded her arms. She felt the strange instinct to defend Matty, even when she also saw a lot about him online and dislike it. 

“Yes, I used to like his music, but not any more. Also, all the chicks…” Paul said, looking at her with a pinch of disapproval in his eyes. “I don’t know how you can bear with that, darling.” He placed a hand on her shoulder, comforting her. 

Y/n tried to stay cool and collected, even when his touch burned her. “Well, it’s not like they came to our house.” She got really defensive. Paul didn’t know Matty to judge him too sternly. He knew nothing. 

“Still, gorgeous. Must be a lot.” He pinched her right cheek. 

“I don’t care.” Y/n replied, harsh and lying, without caring a bit this time. “As I was saying,” because she was still sore about his consecutive interruptions. “We had a discussion about her inheriting features from us.” She ended what she was meant to say before Paul started, minutes before, his campaign against Matty. 

“I hope there are more from you, than him.” Paul kept going with it.

Y/n looked at him, clearly annoyed. Paul wasn’t stupid and started to notice he was not getting on her good side. 

“Oh, shoot!” He exclaimed, facepalming himself.

Y/n looked at him, partly annoyed and partly suspicious. “What?”

“I forgot the flowers!” He admitted. Y/n had noticed when they meet at the entrance, but chose to say nothing. Expecting him to mention it, he didn’t.

“Oh, it’s fine.” Y/n let him know, when in fact it wasn’t fine. He was being a total ass that day for her point of view. It was a big contrast with the first date.

“No, no…look. I’ll get you a new bouquet there.” Paul said quickly, a little panicky, pointing at someone selling flowers for the people around the park. 

“Paul, you don’t-” Y/n started to complain, but he was gone before she ended the phrase.

Y/n stood there, meanwhile Paul went to brought a new bunch of flowers. Y/n tried to distract herself from the doubts and the annoyance she was feeling. She recalled Denise’s words, trying to think about her real wishes. She thought about Amelia and Matty spending time together, his hand on her back earlier that day. Y/n wanted to returned home to them. At the same time, she wanted to be here, on a date. Only, not with this weird version of Paul.

She was ripped out of her daydreams when someone excused herself. Y/n feared it was one of the guy’s fans. “Excuse me?” A tall, blonde, very pretty girl asked from behind her.

Y/n turned around to look at her. “Yeah?”

“Can I ask you a question?” Y/n looked at both sides, making sure she was talking to her. The girl’s attention was entirely on Y/n.

Y/n looked at her through sceptical eyes. “Depends.” Y/n shielded herself with her arms, crossing them in front of her body.

“I saw you a minute ago with a man… tall, brunet and blue eyes?” She pointed far to the path Paul took, following the person with the flowers.

Y/n still on her prejudice that she was a fan, felt her anxiety rising. “Yes, what about him?”

“It’s possible his name is Paul?” 

Y/n was about to get defensive, asking how did she know that, when Paul returned and stood beside her. 

“Meredith?” Paul asked, while he held a bouquet of roses in his left hand. Y/n fixed her attention on it, feeling incredible uncomfortable. 

“Hi, Paul…long time no see, right?” The girl greeted him very far from friendly. 

Paul looked between Meredith and Y/n, taking into account Y/n’s factions. “Yeah, yeah. What are you doing here?” It was palpable he was trying to end the conversation quickly.

“With friends. Why haven’t you call back?” She deadpanned asked him. Y/n crooked her eyebrows, trying to understand what was really going on between them.

Paul was shocked by it. “Excuse us, Y/n.” He pushed the bouquet to her, with a fake smile, under Meredith scrutiny. He proceeded to push Meredith far from Y/n, and started talking under his breath, so it was impossible to understand what he was saying.

Y/n fixed her attention -again- on the bouquet. Some flowers were dead, others had petals falling or were ripped off. Y/n felt a sharp pain inside her stomach but brush it away. She was being influenced by Grace’s hobby, she tried to get rid of that train of thought.

Paul came back, pushing her harshly -from her perspective- into the opposite direction. Y/n turned around, at the same time he was making her walk, to try and see Meredith. The woman was throwing daggers with her eyes.

“Paul?” Y/n asked, trying to regain the liberty of her arm. 

He was looking right in front of him and nothing else. “Yeah?”

“Are you okay?” Y/n was getting scared of his actions. 

Paul said with his teeth tight. “Yes, gorgeous.” He let go of her arm, when they were far away from Meredith.

“Who was the girl?” Y/n inquired.

Paul sighed loud, closing his eyes. He stopped on his place and answer a simple, “No one, really.” Y/n wasn’t stupid to believe it, but it was obvious he didn’t want to talk about her.

“Okay?” Y/n said, doubtful. 

“Okay.” He was looking around, except to Y/n’s face or eyes. “She’s the sister of some acquaintance of mine… Meredith, the girl, came for an interview, job interview…” Paul was talking fast, stumbling with the words and moving his arms around. “It’s a whole story, I’m boring you…just work, okay?” He finally looked down at Y/n. His eyes were differently once again.

“Fine, I’m sorry.” Y/n didn’t know what else to say. Little did she understood about the whole scene with this Meredith girl.

“You wanna go? It’s getting late.” Paul looked around as if he fears Meredith could return. Y/n noticed. 

“Yes.” Y/n admitted feeling a wave of relief.

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Paul and Y/n reached the spot where they parked each respective car. Y/n search for her keys inside her bag, meanwhile Paul scratched the back of his head. 

“I’m sorry about all of that.” He admitted.

“Don’t worry, Paul.” Y/n brushed him off. She wanted to be at home as soon as possible.

“And the flowers…” He continued with his pity party.

Y/n was getting annoyed once more. “It’s fine.” She said, not really caring about anything. 

“I know it’s not…can I repay you somehow?” he played with one strand of her hair. ‘He’s going to kiss me’, Y/n panicked.

“I don’t know.” She fidgeted with her car keys, looking down.

Paul pushed her chin up, forcing her to look at his eyes. “Maybe…”

“Are you going to kiss my cheek again?” She couldn’t stop herself from asking him.

He chuckled. “You hated me for that?”

“Nah…” ‘Yes, a little’

“Can I kiss you, Y/n?” If they weren’t so close, she wouldn’t have listened him. She nodded.

Since the first date, even before, she wanted to demonstrate herself Matty wasn’t the only one that made her feel things. To convince her heart that he wasn’t the owner of her body and her heart. Paul was the perfect candidate to prove her heart wrong.

Although, everything went south when his lips touched hers. Her body wasn’t reacting to his touch, Paul was rubbing circles on her back at the same time he pushed her flushed against his body. Nothing. His lips were moving along with hers, kissing her deeply. Nothing, her lips felt numb as if a dentistry was examining her mouth. ‘What’s wrong with me?’, Y/n asked herself while she expected the kiss to end.

Paul parted away, smiling at Y/n. “See you later, okay?” He pecks Y/n’s lips, she didn’t have the force to stop him. 

“Mhm.” Y/n answered, turning around to reach finally the security of her car.

Once inside her car, after waving Paul when he drove away, Y/n rested her forehead on the steering wheel. 

Y/n exclaimed for her and only her, “Fuck!” 

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At the studio (while Y/n is at the Park)

Despite it being Sunday evening, George called Matty because he had one idea for the new song they had been working on. As G told him, it couldn’t wait until the next work day. Matty was reluctant about going to the studio; he wanted to spend his free time with Amelia, at home. 

George ended up convincing him it was going to be a couple of hours only. Matty could use a couple of those, distracting himself from thoughts involving Y/n going out -again- with Paul. Fucking Prince Charming.

Once they finished with the new track, George came up with the funny idea to teach Amelia to play the drums. 

“You like that sound, baba?” George asked sweetly to Amelia. The girl was on his lap, grabbing one of G’s sticks, messily throwing it around his drum set.

Matty was brought back to reality to the sight of his best friend -and Amelia’s godfather – trying to teach her how to play. Amelia was still really young to play any kind of instruments, but the idea warmed her father’s heart. It brought back early memories from him and his own father playing.

“Yes!” She exclaimed overly excited.

 Her answer took George by surprised, who directed his eyes to Matty at the other side of the studio. 

“She just said yes?” He asked Matty.

Matty nodded. “Yes, mate. She’s starting to say more words…” He shared Amelia’s improvement with George.

“Holly fu- molly, you’re such a grown-up now, missy!” George blew raspberries on her cheeks, making Amelia chuckled and turn away from him.

“I know. But you’re going to be always daddy’s girl, right?” Matty tried to regain some of his daughter’s attention. Amelia’s big round eyes looked at him when she heard his voice. “My baby…” he continued. He was mesmerized by her own child. 

“Daddy, daddy!” Amelia wiggled out of George's embrace, running towards her dad. Pressing her cheek to his knees while she stood in front of his legs. 

Matty leaned down, leaving a few kisses on her head before she founds some instruments -lying around – more appealing than her father for now.

“I can’t believe it’s going to be two years since she’s here-” George thought out loud. 

Matty recalled the entire day of Amelia’s birth in seconds. “I know, I would never forget that day. It was the scariest and most amazing day of my life.” He admitted, keeping his eyes on the little girl running around. 

“I bet.” George agreed. 

“Y/n was the calmer between the two of us, and she pushed Amelia out of her body…” Matty laughed at his old self. 

He remembered, as if it was happening at the moment, his panic. He almost lost conscious for a few seconds in the hospital room, until Y/n started crying and saying she couldn’t do it. Something changed inside him hearing her say that. Since that instant until the doctors left them to spend Amelia's first hours alone, Matty stopped worrying about him and tried his best to help Y/n. Even though, she did all the hard work, really. 

It wasn’t the first time in almost two years they talked about it. George knew the story as if he was the one there. “My respects. How is she?” George started to play around with his stick, getting some good rhythms now that Amelia was not messing with the drums. 

“Um, good…she went out.” Matty admitted shyly. 

George didn’t stop playing, functioning -without knowing – like a nice distraction. “What you mean?” 

Matty groaned. “Remember Prince Charming?”

His best mate tried to think about this said guy, vaguely remembering someone apt to that description.“I think-”

“Well, she’s on a date with that moron.” Matty not even tried to suppress his eyes rolling to the back of his head. 

George stopped, looking at Matty, asking, “Jealous?” He laughed loud meanwhile.

“Shut up.”

George smiled wide, he liked to mess with Matty. “Oh, come on! It’s not like Amelia or me are going to snitch on you!” he ‘tried’ to reason with his friend.

“I know, mate. I’m not in the mood for that convo, ‘kay?” Matty rubbed his temples, with the creeping feeling of a headache coming. 

George was taken aback by it. He didn’t expect Matty to be so sensitive about having the conversation – for time number one hundred – about Y/n. Even though, he respected Matty’s limits. “Let’s work then.” He offered instead, going back to play.

They fall into a half silence, sound tracked by George trying to create something they could use. Matty didn’t move a muscle instead. He was too gone inside his own head again to think about working right now. 

“I can’t believe she went out with him…again.” Matty said out of nowhere. 

George stopped, grabbing his sticks in one hand, and sighed, defeated. He can leave work at the side for now to help his distressed best friend. “Right, so we’re having this conversation?” 

Matty was inside his own monologue of thoughts, so he kept going, “I don’t get it…she’s-”

George went to sit beside Matty on the studio’s couch. “The girl you want but doesn’t want you…” He exposed for the singer.

“Thanks, George. Helps a lot, huh?” Matty moved far from him; approaching Amelia, who was playing with the neck of an expensive guitar. He couldn’t care less about her breaking it at the moment, he would never get mad at her for it. Although, Matty wanted to be closer to her for some kind of telepathic comfort. 

“Haven’t you thought about telling her? Like really telling her, not like the past times you were about to do it…and chicken-” Georges asked.

Matty rolled his eyes, interrupting G’s monologue. “And say what exactly? ‘Hey, I’ve been paining for you for years…crazy how we have a daughter together, but we’re not together – Hear this Y/n, I’m in love with you! Funny, ha?’ Yeah, sure George…that’s going to work perfectly!” He spat, his voice full of irony and sarcasm.

George’s expressions didn’t move a single centimetre, he didn’t take it personally. He simply let Matty ramble until he stopped talking. “Are you done?”

“I don’t know.” 

Matty reached for Amelia, to place her on his lap, and presenting the guitar in front of them. Amelia was too occupied being enamoured with the item to care about anything else. Matty tried to play some cords here and there.

George studied his actions. “Matty, if you tell her, you have two options…” He gained his friend’s attention. “One,” George lifted one long finger. “Y/n takes your ass back and happily ever after. Best scenario-” He made the finger dance around. 

“And two?” Matty asked, fearing his friend response. 

“Two…” George added a second finger to the one prior. “Y/n says: I don’t feel the same…and you move on!” He pushed his body far from the couch, as if he wanted to imprint his fingers on Matty’s forehead.  “You have girls, and boys, dying for an opportunity to be with you!” George let himself plopped back on the couch.

“That’s the point!” Matty held the guitar by its neck, lifting his other arm up. “I don’t want to move on, I want her, I want Y/n!” He protested against George and even the Universe. 

Somehow, Amelia connected the name with her own mother. Matty looked at her when she exclaimed, interrupting the conversation, “Mommy!”

“Yes, I want your mommy.” Matty admitted caressing her rosy and chubby cheeks with his free hand. 

George felt bad to remind Matty about Paul. “She’s dating another guy, mate.”

“Bloody h-” Matty went to swear but held it, looking at Amelia. “I know, I know…I just-” he continued, not making too much sense. 

“Matty, you have been waiting around for two years…or more…” George said this time. 

“You right. I get it. It’s just…difficult.” 

It was difficult, Matty felt like he made it difficult. For her, for himself, for everyone. He went into a rabbit whole when he accepted Y/n’s proposition about staying as friend. Matty reproached himself for not fighting for her, for them.

“I can see that.” 

“Ugh!” Matty shouted, closing his eyes.

“UUUUH!” Amelia copied him. 

Matty opened his eyes, fixing his sight once more on his daughter. He started laughing at her antics. 

“Are you copying me, missy?” He tickled her, and she squealed because of it. “I love you so much, mel-mel!” He told her.

“Ove you.” Amelia answered, in her unique way. 

George stayed in silence, looking at his goddaughter received a shower of kisses from his best friend. 

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Home (again)

Y/n closed the front door. Expecting to hear Amelia’s laughter or Matty’s voice, even though she was greeting with silence. Matty texted about them going to the studio, but Y/n expected them to be back by the moment she arrived. Y/n was feeling lonely and tired without too many reasons. 

As if she could hear her from the other side of the pond, Y/n’s phone shown Grace’s number calling. 

“Hey, idiot.” She answered.

Grace scoffed loud. “Cool way to great your best friend, bitch!” She protested. “As if you don’t miss me.” Y/n could bet she was pulling some of her weird expressions. 

“I do, I miss you a lot.” Y/n couldn’t keep up with the banter that evening. 

After the failed date, a very forgettable return home and her little family still not there, Y/n was getting emotional. 

“What wrong, Y/n?” Grace spoke with worry tinting her voice through the phone.

“I don’t know.” Y/n started to sniff. 

“Babe-”

“I’m sorry. I just- I had the weirdest evening- I-” Y/n started to say without really explaining. 

Grace wasn’t understanding her best friend. “Y/n, please tell me what happened…” She insisted.

“It’s not that big…I don’t know why I’m getting like this.” She started, realizing she hasn’t moved from the entrance. Y/n made her way to the bottom of the stairs and sit there. She hugged her legs with one hand, while with the other she held the phone closer to her ear. 

“I went out with Paul, as you know…” Grace made a sound of agreement, she didn’t want to cut Y/n’s speech. “He started to criticized Matty, and talk about Amelia…I got all defensive.” Y/n started to made mannerisms that Grace couldn't see but made her accentuate her words. “I don’t know why. I was so angry with him. Then, he remembered the flowers. Grace,” she made a dramatic pause. “He forgot about the bouquet and I got disappointed about it!”

Grace chuckled at the other side of the line. “I would do the same!”

Y/n agreed with her head, remembering the distant after a few seconds. “I know! That’s what I’m trying to say. I’m not that delusional!”

“Hey!” Grace protested. 

Y/n chuckled for the first time in a long few hours. “Anyway, then he went to buy a new bouquet, and suddenly I’m being asked by a random person if I’m with Paul.”

“What?” Grace interrupted. 

“My response exactly. She asked about Paul, if I was with him, and all of that. And, before I can ask her more about it, he was back…took her far-”

“Y/n-”

“That’s not all, Grace.”

“Okay, go on.” Y/n’s friend instructed her to continue. 

“He pushed me by the arm far from her, and then started to say something about – He called her Meredith,a job interview…I don’t know what else. Am I irrational or this is weird?”

“This is weird.” Grace sentenced. 

“And then we kissed.” Y/n admitted embarrassed about her own actions. She felt like she shouldn’t have kissed him. Too late. 

“You what?!” Grace shouted, making Y/n detached her phone from her ear. 

“He went for it, and I didn’t have the strength to say no.” Y/n knew she can be honest with Grace, she would never judge her and would always tell her most sincere opinion about it. 

“Y/n, that’s wrong but…you guys kissed! Oh my god!” 

“I know it’s wrong, and I haven't told you the worst…”

Graced didn’t hesitate to ask. “He stabbed you?”

“Oh my god, Grace! No!” Y/n laughed nervously, answering the stupid question.

“How could I know now? You said ‘haven’t told you the worst’...Well, for me that’s a good worse-” Grace started to explain her train of thoughts, rumbling. 

“Grace!”

“What?!”

“I didn’t felt anything.” Y/n admitted.

“And?”

“What do you mean…and? I didn’t felt anything like I feel with-”

“No, no, no!” Grace protested. 

“What?”

“You fucking know what, bitch!”

“I don’t-”

“Stop comparing them!” Y/n knew very well she was doing it, from the very start; but she was stubborn.

“I’m not-”

“You totally are!” 

“There’s nothing to compare about them…” Y/n wasn’t lying there. 

Grace scoffed at her denying. “Still doing it…”

“Shut up!”

“Y/n, give it time. You don’t know Paul, you only had two dates…that’s not enough to try to run back to Matty.” Grace tried to plant some – of her – common sense on Y/n’s mind. 

“Fuck you!”

“Sure, you’re hot.” She joked.

“Idiot.”

“You know I’m right!”

“Sure.”

“Y/n, please…give Paul a true chance, okay?” Grace tried to make her promise. 

“I’ll try my best. Can we agree everything was weird, though?” Y/n brought back the incident with Meredith.

“Yeah, I agree. Do you want me to find more about it?”

Y/n was starting to get even more confused every time she went through it all again. “No, yes- I mean…I don’t know. Maybe I’m looking too deep into this…”

“Maybe…”

“Fine, enough about me now…”

“You have to talk about the people, baby!” Grace couldn’t resist to copy Matty’s voice. 

“You don’t do it right!” Y/n objected. 

“Fuck you!”

“No, thank you.”

“Right, right, you want-”

“Shush! Tell me about you…how is the trip going?”

“This place is full of so cool flowers-” Grace choose to start her sharing, talking about her favourite thing in the world. Y/n felt a hole in her heart missing her friend, even when they haven’t seen each other for only a few days. 

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Nighttime 

After Y/n ended her call with Grace, and Matty returned home with Amelia; the routine was back to normal. Y/n feed Amelia and took her for a bath, at the same time Matty ordered some take away for both of them, too tired to cook. 

When everyone was feed and Amelia was brought back from her fun time on the tub, Y/n decided to unwind with her child on the couch. ‘Amelia can drink her night bottle’, Y/n thought, ‘in the meantime we can watch a film’; while they waited for Matty to finished tidying the kitchen. 

Y/n kept Amelia close, rounding her with her right arm. The little girl had her bottle in a good angle, grabbing it in her tiny hands, while resting beside her mother. Both of them watching Mulan II almost getting married to Prince Jeeki and not Shang. Amelia’s mother was planning to tug her to sleep once the film was finished. Even though, mother and daughter were already falling asleep.

“Dishes are done!” Matty informed them, entering the living room. “Are you two comfy?” Matty smiled at the picture presented in front of his eyes. 

Shang was interrupting the ceremony in the background.

“Daddy…” Amelia made grabby hands, leaving the bottle fall -empty now – from her grip and resting her little face on her mother’s chest. She was getting exhausted, the sight was so cute. 

“Yeah, baby?” Matty answered. 

“A-a-a!” She let out in different notes, in her own unique way.

“What does she mean?” Y/n asked, feeling her eyelids heavy. 

“She wants me to sing. She did that at the studio today.” He tried to explain the secret code between father and daughter. 

Matty moved around, approaching the pair. Crouching down besides Y/n, his face was close to her chest, where Amelia was nesting. 

Y/n touched her curls softly, breathing slower, and enjoying Matty’s proximity too. The singer started to hummed low, she can barely hear it. Y/n felt him touch her own hair and the contact of his hand on top of hers at Amelia's head. The points of contact made her fall faster. 

“'Cause I don't need music in my ears, I don't need the crowds and the cheers” Matty sang for them with the same rhythmic tone. “Oh, just tell me you love me” He pleaded directly at Y/n, watching her calm expression. “'Cause that's all that I need to hear, I've been told so many times before” he continued. “But hearing it from you… means much more…So much more” Matty’s voice brooked at the end. 

He prayed in silence, to no one in particular, for the situation to change in his favour or change for the better. 

Behind them, General Shang and Mulan were sealing their love, marrying each other. 

Feedback is always welcomed

[verdantmeadows]

I've been meaning to post this for a bit, but, in the (live action) TV shows I often see in the background that my mom watches (shows like hospital shows, drama shows), the amount of interracial couples, even if the characters are very racially/ethnically diverse, is incredibly small. Not only that, but black characters usually end up with black characters, latine ones with latine ones, white ones with white ones, Asian ones with Asian ones....and honestly not much consideration for people who might not fit into those categories, but, if they are in the show, almost always with each other. If there is an interracial couple, it is usually of people with similar skin tones. Seeing a dark-skinned character with a light-skinned character is very rare. And this makes me so, so sad. Normalization of interracial couples has so far to go. As a kid, I truly thought it wasn't something most people cared about. But as I've grown older, I've learned that most families do care, whether on a small or large level, if their child is in an interracial relationship. Much of many societies do. Within any group or community of any race/ethnicity, it is almost always generally frowned upon or completely acceptable to make jokes about those or directly to those in interracial relationships.

In my experience with ("Western") cartoons, interracial couples are far more common, although still not as common as I think they should or could be. But I am very happy about every year they get more prominent. I do not usually watch live action TV shows, so I don't have as much experience with them, but I think it's often common for cartoons to be more recognizably diverse in their characters, ranging from things like sexuality, gender identity, disability, race/ethnicity, and more (although this still is far from where it should and could be).

That's just a really long amount of text to preface a relationship that means a lot to me that has come about recently, and is canon. In Fionna and Cake, we see a gay M/M couple, which is incredibly rare in cartoons (and if it does occur, usually only happens between gay dads, for meaningless background characters, or is immediately sidelined—I can only think of one gay M/M couple in "Western" cartoons that isn't the first two and is then immediately sidelined). Gay men (as in all MLM) are incredibly underrepresented in cartoons (and in general). All forms of queer people are, but gay men are noticeably represented less in comparison to other queer people, especially in cartoons.

Not only are they a gay M/M couple, they are also an interracial couple and one with a very visible difference with their skin tones. Marshall Lee is inarguably a black person, and Gary is presumably a white person. And their relationship is so, so cute and healing. They are truly loving towards each other. They are supportive. They are incredibly relevant to the plot, not sidelined, and are given their time to shine. We get to see a visible, gay male, interracial couple. One of them is even likely bisexual, and the other commonly and easily relatable to autistic people. They are an on-screen couple. They are relevant. This is the first time the part of me that's MLM has actually felt and been represented in a cartoon that didn't make me feel belittled or frustrated. I'm so, so happy from this.

I have seen very few people talk about how genuinely revolutionary this relationship is for the representation of queer men and queer men of color as well as for interracial and interracial queer relationships. In fact, I've seen many QUEER people be frustrated or upset by it, feeling as if it takes away from other queer people and queer relationships in the particular show/series, which is disheartening.

However, rather than focus on the negatives (although I think it's important to examine why those might come about), I want to focus on the positives. This is genuinely such an amazing push in representation on so many levels that we have. And I am so, so happy about it. I can't even express it in words. I hope that there are other people out there who realize just how big of a deal their relationship was. I am genuinely astounded by it. I don't have much more to say, so I'll just end this post with an image of them.

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I am convinced that Jason would LOVE doing drag. It's a theatrical art form that welcomes melodrama and costume design, like this shit is right up his alley! I also feel like he'd be someone who would enjoy playing around with his gender performance, like as @vigilantecore and @cleromancy have pointed out in this post he already does seem to play around with it!

As such I think it's fucking criminal that we have so few designs for him dressing fem that aren't just one-off, no connection to his character maid dresses or bunny suits. Like, c'mon, do not let Tim have all the dresses here just cause he's small and twinkish! Let the big muscle man have fun!! So here's a few of mine to help remedy this tragic deficit:

Cerulean Orbs

Minimal makeup, dark colors, and small jewelry everywhere but her EYES

Very elegant and formal and charming and oh-so tragic figure who is also very off-putting and clearly does not have all her screws tightened ("Somebody go get that girl brown contacts immediately, I am begging!")

Is a vampire, hence the aforementioned characteristics and the big fan she keeps to hide her fangs behind

Uses slight of hand tricks to do things like cry red glass rhinestones (claims they're ruby/bloody tears)

Will sometimes pick someone out of the audience to claim is her reincarnated lost love who she must avenge/protect/lure back into her arms

Smoking Gunn:

Voted "Most Menacing Cowgirl" three shows in a row - always happy to play the heel for another Queen

Carries a (fake plastic) sawed off shotgun, usually on a belt so that it hangs between her legs

She's on a quest for revenge against the man who "cut her gun tragically short"

Hair is wild and frazzled and covered in ash as though she has just blown herself up with cartoon dynamite.

Wears a bright red ribbon around her neck with the bow situated directly over the batarang scar

Of course no matter what design you go with I think it is utterly critical that his drag persona has wildly elaborate and melodramatic beef with Brucie Wayne.

He drunkenly pushed her off the Eifel Tower, he left her sister at the altar, he insulted her purse dog's honor, he sniped her bid on ebay for a super rare beanie baby at the last possible second - every time someone asks Jason just makes a new story up on the spot, often echoing real grievances both on purpose and on accident. The stories are always too wacky to be real of course, but also his anger is often too genuine for anyone to be entirely sure he's joking...

Have a fun little snippet from the terminally unfinished fanfic I made the Cerulean Orbs persona for (context is that Jason is there investigating a Riddler plot, unbenounced to any of the other bats except Tim. There were two possible locations to watch and so people split up)

The night so far has honestly been shockingly fun, even with his paranoia going full blast, looking behind curtains, around corners, searching, searching, searching, aaaaand there's another circle forming in the crowd. Shit. This one has formed around someone at the door and been moving inwards picking up participants. Jason pushes his way to the interior, making a few 'pardon mes' along the way and gaining a line of dirty looks. Then he finally reaches the end of the press of bodies and comes face to face with Bruce. Fucking. Wayne. And Jason promptly shoves his foot in his mouth, face pulled into disgust, half turning into his fan on instinct, "Oh god it's you." The crowd GASPS and Jason sees the most wonderful thing happen: Bruce looks confused. Not the false confusion he pulls when he needs to play stupid, but the real deal! That tiny tick of frustration in the corners of his eyes says that he truly, genuinely has no fucking clue who this is or why they don't like him. Bruce pulls out his best 'placating the plebs' voice, "I- I'm sorry Madam, have we met??" Jason decides the gods have smiled upon him this day as he pulls out of his stunned silence, flips his hair back and says, "Well! I'm glad ONE of us could forget!" And marches off, leaving a bewildered and half panicked Bruce behind to fend off the media questions about THAT little bombshell. Tim chirps in his ear to warn him that he just ran into Nightwing and they've got the attack covered. He can sit back and relax for the evening. Over the course of the night no less than fifteen groups of people come up to him asking him to spill the details and he gives every single one of them a new, more ridiculously embarrassing story than the last. He stole her favorite dress and drunkenly fell into the river. He took them out to get 'fucked up' and brought out a single baggy of oregano and acted like it was getting him high. He mistook her for six different women over the course of a single two hour dinner date. He did seven lines of cocaine, forgot she existed, and tried to fight god with a bottle opener. Everyone in that place has to know he's lying through his teeth, but it's just too fun a story to turn down. In fact... each of them starts spreading their own version of the rumors, embellishing as they go, and delighting in the PR hurricane they're creating around this poor man. Tim reconvenes the next day to ask Jason about what went down, and if he’s okay and what not. In the middle of Jason’s lively recounting, Tim receives a text from Dick asking for confirmation that his suspicions are correct and that Cerulean Orbs was Jason and mentioning that he’s having laughing conniption fits over the fact that Bruce can’t even begin to figure it out. There is a video of Bruce losing his mind about it attached.

Anyways, I really like the idea of Jason doing drag and I hope this catches other people's fancy too!

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An Alternative

'The alternate ending to An Arrangement'

Hyunjin x female reader/Chan x female reader

Word count: 10.5k (look... I know.)

A/N: 18+ only! Sorry. Sorry. I'm so sorry. Just sorry. Did I mention that I'm sorry? I had considered this kind of ending originally but decided to go with a Hyunjin happy ending since it was technically a Hyunjin fic. A couple people showed interest in how else things could have happened. This is that. I'm sorry! I posted the story in its entirety but if you've read An Arrangement and would just like to read the alternate ending I've marked where that starts. If you start there its about 5.2k words! As always MDNI 18+ONLY and warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: MDNI 18+ONLY: Strong language/cursing, fuck buddies, unprotected piv sex, oral (m&f receiving), overstimulation (a little), cum eating, semi-public sex, a little rough sex (a little spanking a little hair pulling), praise, pet names (good girl, baby girl etc.), cream pie, breeding kink. I believe that is everything but as I always mention if I missed something please let me know and I will add it to the warnings!

Hwang Hyunjin. The two of you ran in completely different crowds. You could not be more opposite if you tried. You knew that going into your little arrangement with him, yet still you couldn’t resist him. Who could? It was so cliché. You were on the dean’s list, wore preppy clothes, you were quiet, reserved, a good girl. He was the bad boy, or so he would try to appear. Combat boots, chains, and clad in black from head to toe, minus the bright red hair he’d recently started sporting. Your stuck-up parents would never approve of you dating such a boy let alone the things you were actually doing with him. Hyunjin had a way of getting you to do things you never thought you would do with anyone. He didn’t pressure you or guilt you into any of it. Never. No, he just had a way of bringing that side out in you and making everything he would suggest sound so… appealing.

The first time you saw him was on one of the rare occasions he had actually shown up to class. It was easy to spot him when he confidently walked in a little more than fashionably late with flaming red hair. He was absolutely beautiful and you couldn’t take your eyes off him. None of the girls could. He had been walking up the stairs by you to take a seat towards the back of the lecture hall when you had accidently knocked your pencils on the floor. You reached down to pick them up at the same time he did, his hand grazing one of yours. You glanced at him and he gave you a sly smile, one of his dimples popping out. As he placed your pencils back on your desk his other hand gently slid up your calf stopping at the back of your knee and squeezed. You blushed and bit your lip and Hyunjin winked at you before going to take a seat right behind you. You couldn’t focus the rest of the class that day.

The second time you ran into him you did just that. You were running to make it to one of your classes and Hyunjin was roaming campus halls instead of being in his class as usual. You rounded a corner and ran right into him full force. Of course, he was sturdier than you so while he stumbled you crashed to the floor.

“What the hell watch wh-” When he realized it was you, he stopped. You were on your ass rubbing the heels of your palms where you had tried to catch yourself but only ended up hurting yourself more. Hyunjin’s demeanor changed immediately.

“Oh shit hey sorry. Are you okay?” He was genuinely concerned as he reached down to help you up. When you got up you didn’t realize who you had run into, you were too busy trying to rub the soreness away from your ass, wincing. Hyunjin couldn’t help the way his mouth watered and his dick got a little hard watching you rub your palm flat against your full ass, your skirt bunching just a little, riding up showing more of your thighs. You smoothed your skirt back down and finally looked up to see who you had bumped into. When you did your mind went blank.

“Uh...” You just stared at Hyunjin speechless and he gave you that same smirk he had given you in class and took a step towards you. You backed up against the wall and one of Hyunjin’s arms came up, his hand resting on the wall by your head, partially caging you in. He leaned in close and your breathing hitched. His other hand rested on your waist before sliding down and gently gripping your ass cheek that you had just been rubbing, his thumb caressing it.

“I asked if you were okay?” You swallowed hard and shook your head as blush crept up your neck and face. He leaned in closer pressing his pouty lips against the shell of your ear.

“Good, wouldn’t want anything to happen to such a nice...” Hyunjin gripped your ass cheek harder, fingers dangerously close to gripping flesh and not fabric, making you gasp.

“Girl.” He nuzzled against your ear and then let go of your ass and walked away leaving you there absolutely breathless. You had a few of these interactions with Hyunjin. He was always very forward, borderline aggressive with his advances, light touches and gentle groping. You could tell under the façade he was trying to put up that he was really a nice guy. No matter how hard he tried to give off the bad boy vibe you saw through it. He had picked up your pencils for you, he had been genuine in his concern and helped you up when you fell, and he would never cross a certain line when he was flirtatious with you. Hyunjin wanted to tease you, push you. He could tell you wanted him, the way you would hold your breath and close your eyes in anticipation when he got closer. The way you leaned into his touches. The blown-out lust filled eyes you gave him every time he pushed your buttons and walked away. Hyunjin would only ever go that ninety percent just waiting for you to burst and take the other ten. Every time walking away leaving you more frustrated than the time before. One day when you were studying in the library for midterms you were walking up and down rows of shelves looking for a specific book and suddenly you were grabbed from behind and pulled into the back utility closet. You went to scream and a big hand clamped around your mouth as familiar pouty lips were pressed against your ear.

“No need to scream now it’s just me good girl.” Once you realized it was Hyunjin and relaxed he let go of you and you spun around. You slapped and hit him and yelled.

“You scared the shit out of me Hyunjin god!” He laughed at your outburst. You had never even spoke to him before let alone said his name. He grabbed your hands that swatted at him and pulled you close.

“Mmm I like the way my name sounds in your mouth good girl.” You had enough. You couldn’t take his teasing anymore. You wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine.

“I have a name. It’s Y/N, thank you very much and if you think you like your name in my mouth you have no idea how much you’re going to love your cock in there.” Okay you weren’t exactly sure where that boldness came from but he’d pushed your buttons long enough. Hyunjin looked at you and his jaw dropped. He thought he’d get you to break but he did not expect that. A mischievous smile spread across his face.

“Ooo dirty and here I thought you were a good girl. Or are you just all talk baby?” You smirked at him as you sunk to your knees. You unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and started pulling down his zipper. You licked your lips as you looked up at him.

“I’m a great girl by the way.” You pulled his pants and boxers down enough to free his cock. It was long and slender and pretty just like him. You wrapped your hand around the base and spit on it before taking him into your mouth.

“Fuuuck yes you are. God damn! The BEST girl!” Hyunjin thread his fingers into your hair and held onto the back of your head as you bobbed up and down on his dick. You sucked and swirled your tongue around him as you continued to take him further into your mouth. His other hand came up and he gripped your head on both sides as you hollowed your cheeks and he fucked into your mouth, making you gag before finally pulling you off. Hyunjin pulled you up from your knees and kissed you pulling you close, his hard cock pressing against you. Suddenly he dropped down to his knees in front of you. He pushed your hips up against the wall as he lifted your skirt. Hyunjin pulled your panties down holding them open so you could step out of them, he brought them up to his face and took in your scent before shoving them in his pants pocket.

“You won’t be needing these.” He hiked one of your legs over his shoulder grabbing a hold of your ass wasting no time burying his face in your wet cunt. The way his lips and tongue worked at your clit, sucking and slurping at you, it was exquisite. You grabbed a hold of his fiery red hair with both hands to balance yourself when he threw your other leg over his other shoulder, pressing you against the wall harder as he continued to eat you out as if his life depended on it.

“HYUN-” You bit on your fingers trying to keep quiet as Hyunjin hummed against your clit pushing you over the edge quickly with only his mouth. Your legs shook around his head as he kitten licked you through the aftershocks of your orgasm. He removed one leg at a time from his shoulders making sure you were steady before letting go and standing up. He pulled you close pressing you against him again and kissed you running his hands down your body and grabbing your ass. He quickly turned you around pressing you against the wall, pulling your hips out and kicking your legs apart. It made you drip with excitement the way he handled you so roughly. Hyunjin lifted your skirt over your ass again and gave it a smack before he leaned over you and lined himself up with your soaked entrance. He stopped before pushing into you.

“Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me good girl.” You laid your head back against his shoulder and grabbed a handful of his hair as you pushed yourself onto his cock.

“God, I want you. Please Hyunjin I want you.” He groaned as he pushed and sunk further into you.

“FUCK so wet, so fucking tight!” Once Hyunjin was balls deep in you he started rocking his hips gently against your ass. It was totally different than the way he’d man handled you into position. It was almost tender the way he fucked you, his arms wrapped around your body, plump lips grazing your neck and shoulder with soft kisses. Barely pulling out before he buried his cock deep into you again. One of his hands traveled down and his fingers started teasing your clit, he felt you clench around him.

“Are you close good girl? Are you gonna give me another one? You have another one in you right come on good girl?” He pushed in even deeper and harder and you moaned out. He clamped his other hand over your mouth again and fucked you faster.

“This is a library you gotta be quiet while I wreck your pussy. Don’t break the rules, now be a good girl and cum for me.” He kept fucking you hard and fast as you pushed your ass back into him, skin slapping against skin as he pushed you to your peak again. You screamed into his hand as your cunt coated his cock in your juice. After your pussy stopped throbbing around his cock Hyunjin removed his hand from your mouth. He bent you over more, grabbed your hips with both hands and continued to pound into your dripping pussy.

“Fuck Hyunjin, don’t cum inside me. I have class in fifteen minutes...” He gave you two more hard deep thrusts and pulled himself out spinning you back to face him. He kissed you hard, it took what little breath you had away.

“On your knees good girl, open up.” You knelt down and opened your mouth sticking out your tongue as he pressed his tip against your tongue and stroked his cock. The first warm spurt of his cum on your tongue surprised you a little but Hyunjin aimed carefully squeezing every bit of his load out and into your mouth, making sure to not make a mess so you could get to your class on time. He ran his hand through your hair.

“Be a good girl and swallow what I gave you.” You swallowed Hyunjin’s cum just like he told you and then grabbed his cock and sucked on the head to get any trace of his seed left. He shook and twitched from the overstimulation.

“FUCKfuckfuck...” He pulled away quickly and you looked up at him smiling very content with yourself. You stood up and this time you pulled him in for a kiss as he tried to get post nut clarity. You fixed your skirt as he stood there trying to wrap his mind around what just happened.

“Fuck, I have got to say good girl I was NOT expecting that!” You smiled and gently stroked your fingertips along Hyunjin’s sensitive body making him erupt in goosebumps before pecking his lips.

“I told you it’s Y/N and now that you know what to expect we should do this again some time.” You blew him a kiss and winked as you opened the door and left to find the nearest bathroom and get cleaned up before your class, leaving Hyunjin standing in the utility closet with his pants and underwear around his ankles. He pulled them up fastening them and his belt, grabbing your panties out of his pocket and putting them up to his face again breathing you in.

“Oh Y/N that will definitely be happening again.” Hyunjin laughed to himself breathless. That was how your arrangement with him started. At first you would meet up in empty class rooms, closets, any little hide away you could find and fuck, that’s it. No conversation, no how was your day, just raw lust. Fuck, cum, go your separate ways like you didn’t even know each other. It had been going on for a couple of weeks when you finally fessed up to your best friend Chan about it. He was getting suspicious of your absences between classes when normally you’d be meeting him for lunch or study sessions and he was less than enthusiastic when you told him the reason why you had been absent.

“That guy is a dick, you should steer clear of him baby girl he’ll just end up hurting you.” You rolled your eyes at your friend and pinched his cheek playfully.

“Thank you for worrying about me Channie but he’s not as bad as he tries to act and anyway it’s just sex.” He gave in and dropped the subject but he still thought it was a bad idea. It always starts as just sex and then... He did make a point to corner Hyunjin alone after he found out so he could let him know what would happen if he did hurt you. Hyunjin didn’t take the threat very seriously but Chan wanted it to be known regardless. After you almost got caught a few times fucking in class rooms you and Hyunjin started sneaking into each other’s dorms. When that happened things started evolving little by little. Sometimes you guys would order pizza and watch a movie before you fucked. Sometimes Hyunjin would hold you after in bed and you would talk about little things, silly likes and dislikes or funny things that happened during your days. Sometimes Hyunjin would run his fingers through your hair instead of pulling it and placed sweet kisses when before he would have bitten and sometimes you fell asleep in his arms after and he watched you sleep and whispered things to you he wouldn’t dare say when you were awake. It all transitioned so gradually neither of you realized you were already fucked.

That’s the way things were between you now. Just the night before Hyunjin had snuck into your dorm and the two of you had ordered in dinner, laughed, and ravaged each other half the night before crashing, your limbs tangled together. That’s what you were thinking about as you walked the halls of the university building. You were in on the way to your next class but all you could think of was lips and teeth, tongues, and hands, roaming, exploring, tasting. You were pulled from your thoughts when you heard a group of guys around the next corner being louder than necessary. Then you heard a familiar voice. Hyunjin. It wasn’t surprising that he was skipping a class to cause chaos with his friends. You were just going to keep walking and you would ignore each other like you always did in public but you stopped in your tracks when you heard one of the other guys bring up your name.

“Y/N man? I don’t know why you hang out with that stuck up bitch all the time Hwang.” You were surprised his friends knew you spent time together at all.

“She’s not that bad man…” You smiled. So, Hyunjin had not only told his friends about you but was actually defending you too?

“Oh what is it Hwang? Does she have you by the balls? Never thought I’d see the day a bitch could get your nuts in a jar.” You heard Hyunjin scoff.

“She’s not a bitch...” Your heart swelled hearing him stick up for you again.

“She’s a good girl...”

“and good girls do the nastiest things.” And then your heart shattered.

“Every time she blows me it's like she’s trying to suck my soul out of my dick.” All of the guys laughed. You could feel your face getting red and tears prick your eyes as he continued.

“And the way she sticks out her tongue and opens up wide for my load just like I tell her to. Ugh. She swallows it every time! So eager! She annoys the hell out of me most of the time so if I’m spending time with her, it's because my dick is about to be inside her.” You couldn’t believe he would tell them the things you did together, that he would talk about you like that. You didn’t want to hear another word. You walked around the corner just as Hyunjin was about to speak again and his eyes locked with yours. The look on his face went blank, like a deer in headlights. When the rest of the guys turned to see what Hyunjin was looking at and saw you standing there they started snickering and tears started streaking your face.

“I didn’t realize I was annoying you; I won’t bother you anymore.” Your voice came out in a quiver. You could hear the burst of laughter coming from his friends as you turned to walk away, then running, not wanting to give Hyunjin the satisfaction of seeing you cry because of him.

“Don’t think she’ll be so eager to swallow anymore of those loads now Hwang!” One of the guys slapped Hyunjin on the back still laughing. Hyunjin shoved him away.

“Shut the fuck up shit head no one’s lining up to suck your dick either.” The guys laughed and Hyunjin took off the opposite direction pulling out his phone and immediately trying to call you. You knew you weren’t together; it was just an arrangement between you, you knew that. You didn’t even speak to each other outside of your meet ups. You didn’t want to taint his ‘bad boy’ image by approaching him in public and he certainly wasn’t going to risk anyone seeing him talking to a goodie two shoes like you. You knew. You knew he wasn’t your boyfriend but you didn’t think he was just using you either. You quickly ducked into a hidden alley nearby just wanting to be alone. You huddled down hugging your knees and cried. Your phone rang and dinged with calls and text notifications that went ignored. When you finally stopped crying and sat up it felt like a lot of time had passed in that alley but it had only been about twenty minutes. You looked at the missed calls and texts on your phone as it started to get dark outside.

You rolled your eyes, closed the text thread with Hyunjin and opened Chan’s texts that also had multiple notifications.

Missing that’s rich you thought to yourself.

You text back Chan first. He had been right about Hyunjin all along and he was worried and you just wanted him to come get you.

You opened your text thread with Hyunjin again and sent him the last words you ever wanted to say to him.

You put your phone away and huddled back down, resting your head on your knees again, and waited for Chan to show up. About ten minutes later when you finally heard footsteps approaching in the alley you stood up assuming Chan was there to collect you but when you looked up you were met with Hyunjin’s bright red hair practically glowing in the dark.

“Oh, fuck thank god!” He breathed out a sigh of relief having found you still not knowing Chan already had. You tensed up and backed away as he came towards you and he stopped. When he took another step, you put your hands up and he stopped again.

“Don’t.” You wanted your voice to sound firm but it was the furthest from that possible. Unsurprisingly he didn’t listen and came closer. You couldn’t stand it. You couldn’t stand him being near you after what you heard him say about you. You screamed at him and he stopped dead in his tracks.

“Get the fuck away from me Hyunjin! I mean it! I mean it! Stay the fuck away from me!” You were shouting and crying when Chan came running up the alley pushing past Hyunjin to you.

“What the fuck did you do?!” Chan spit his words at Hyunjin as you clung to him and he attempted to calm you down. Hyunjin was speechless. What HAD he done? Chan shook his head and rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, just go Hwang. I’ve got her.” Hyunjin wanted to argue. Wanted to tell Chan to fuck off and take you in his arms. Tell you he was an idiot for saying that stuff. He wanted to tell you all the things he whispered to you in your sleep but he was frozen in his spot. Chan guided you past him back down the alley towards his car. Hyunjin continued standing there, his heart wretched and it was his own stupid fault. Because being tough and heartless was supposed to be easier. Right? Hyunjin pulled and then ran his hands through his hair yelling at himself.

“FUCK!” Once Chan had you in the car he got in the driver’s seat and took off, tires chirping as he sped away.

“Okay Y/N what the fuck happened?” You turned away from him and looked out the window.

“You were right Chan, okay? You were right. He’s an asshole. Is that what you want to hear?” You sniffled and Chan sighed.

“Of course that’s not what I want Y/N. What did he do?” You shook your head trying to fight back more tears.

“He told...” You choked on your words and took a deep breath.

“He told his friends things... that we... that I did... with him and made fun of me with them. Said I was annoying and he only spent time with me to fuck me.” You sobbed and Chan let out a breath like he had just been punched in the gut. His ears went red as he fought the rage building inside him.

“That piece of fucking shit. I warned him.” His words came out through gritted teeth.

“I didn’t expect him to fall in love with me or anything but I thought he was at least a nice guy you know? That he would... I don’t know. I don’t know what I expected Chan. I’m so stupid.” Chan shook his head.

“No. You’re not baby girl.” You looked over at Chan with big tears in your eyes and he glanced away from the road for a second giving you a tight smile. He put his hand on your knee and gave you a reassuring squeeze before putting both hands on the wheel and focusing on the road again. Chan didn’t want to be right at all and after you and Hyunjin’s thing had been going on as long as it had Chan started to think maybe Hyunjin wasn’t as bad as he had thought at first and maybe he did actually have feelings for you. Now he knew better, knew he should have trusted his gut. When Chan pulled up in front of your dorm he parked, got out, opened your door, and walked you to the front of your building.

“Okay baby girl, I’ll be back.” He kissed you on your cheek and went to leave. You turned to him surprised.

“Wait aren’t you coming up? I don’t want to be alone right now Chris.” Chan turned back and smiled at you. He tucked some stray hair behind your ear.

“I’ll be right back, I’m just gonna go grab us something to eat.” He kissed your forehead and left and you went into your dorm. Chan was absolutely definitely going to get food. Right after he went and found Hyunjin again. Considering it was any night of the week on a collage campus he had a good idea where to find him. Chan pulled up to tonight’s frat party. He walked into the house weaving through the sea of people looking for the tell-tale red hair that would indicate that he’d found his target. When he went out into the backyard he finally spotted him. Hyunjin was standing with a few of his friends, red solo cup in hand. Chan charged Hyunjin and shoved him.

“What the FUCK is your problem?!” Chan shouted at him. Hyunjin stumbled and fell on his ass dropping his drink. Before he could say or do anything his friends grabbed Chan and hit him. It took a couple punches before Chan went down and then they started to kick him. Hyunjin got up and ran over to the group of guys pulling at them.

“STOP! STOP! It’s enough! Leave it and let him up!” The guys all stopped and stepped back behind Hyunjin. Chan stood up wincing and grabbed his side trying to take deep breaths. He looked at Hyunjin and spat a mouth full of blood on the ground in front of him.

“She didn’t deserve that and you know it. Just what the fuck is wrong with you?” Hyunjin didn’t know what to say. Chan shook his head and went to leave, walking around the side of the house. Hyunjin stood there for a minute and then ran after him.

“Is she okay?” He shouted after Chan. Chan stopped and closed his eyes in absolute disbelief.

“Is she okay? NO! Hyunjin she’s not o-fucking-kay! Just... stay the fuck away from her Hwang. I mean it.” Chan turned and left to get you the food he’d promised he was bringing back, trying to figure out how he was going to explain how he got beat up in the process. When you heard knocking at your door you knew Chan was back with dinner. You opened it and you were shocked to see the state he was in. He was covered in grass stains and scrapes with a fat lip and what looked like the start of a black eye.

“Christopher Jesus what happened?!” Chan shook his head and lifted the food ignoring your question.

“I hope beef with broccoli and egg rolls are okay.” He walked in, more like limped in, and set the food down before sitting down himself with a grunt.

“Christopher Bang, I don’t give a shit about egg rolls tell me what the fuck happened right now.” Chan looked at you and considered lying for one second. But Chan was a terrible liar so he abandoned the idea as quickly as it came and opted to bite the bullet and tell you the truth.

“Okay before you get mad just remember that I’m very protective of the people I care about and you know that.” Your eyes narrowed.

“Christo-” Chan interrupted you.

“Okay okay! I went to give Hyunjin a piece of my mind and perhaps things got a little physical.” You tilted Chan’s head inspecting his injuries.

“Hyunjin did this to you!?” You asked shocked and Chan quickly shook his head.

“No no, his buddies did. I shoved Hyunjin down and his friends all swarmed me.” You walked over to your freezer, grabbed an ice pack and walked back over putting it against Chan’s face and hugged him pulling his head against your stomach. He winced a little.

“Chan you shouldn’t have done that.” He nodded, his head pressed against your belly and he wrapped his arms around your waist. He knew it was stupid the moment his hands made contact with Hyunjin’s chest and he shoved him but he was so angry he couldn’t stop himself.

“I know I’m sorry Y/N.” You shook your head and went to grab the first aid kit in your bathroom.

“It’s okay Channie, I appreciate you sticking up for me and trying to defend my honor.” You gave him a sad smile and started cleaning up his scrapes.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and we’ll eat.” As you concentrated on Chan’s injuries, he watched your face trying to figure out if you were going to be alright or not. Usually, he was good at reading you but he honestly couldn’t tell so he just asked.

**Alternate ending starts here**

“Y/N... are you gonna be okay?” You looked down at Chan as you tossed away the antiseptic soaked cotton ball. You let out a heavy sigh and pushed Chan’s curls away from his face looking at his black eye again. How were you so lucky to have him in your life all these years? He was always there, trying to protect you, even from yourself and picking up the pieces when he couldn’t. Just like this time and just like always he was there.

“As long as I have you Channie, I’ll be alright.” You ran your hand down his cheek and leaned down to give him a peck on the lips. They were soft. Your hand rested against his strong jaw. You looked into his pretty brown eyes and they sparkled back at you. Chan was just about to ask if you were okay again when you leaned down and kissed him again, your lips lingering longer this time. Chan’s head tilted up and he sweetly kissed you back as he cupped your face. Your lips ghosted each other’s, both of you with your eyes still closed. Chan whispered against your lips.

“Y/N what are we doing?” You just shook your head and kissed him harder. You climbed into Chan’s lap and straddled him on the chair, his hands rested on your waist as you deepened the kiss. Your mouths opened and your lips and tongues softly teased. You threaded your fingers into Chan’s curls pulling him towards you wanting him closer and you moved against his crotch. It triggered his brain instantly and he pulled away.

“Fuck! No no no. This... we... we can’t.” Your face fell and Chan quickly elaborated.

“I want to! It’s not that I don’t want to Y/N! It’s just... we are not doing this tonight baby girl. A lot happened to you today, and you’re upset. It wouldn’t be right for me to. I don‘t want to do something you’ll reg-” You cut Chan off.

“I won’t regret it Christopher! I won’t.” You gripped his shirt and tried to pull him into another kiss and he stopped you. He tilted his head a little looking at you. Chan tucked your hair behind your ear and softly kissed your lips. You leaned into it wanting more but he pulled away.

“I don’t want you to do something you might regret so this isn’t happening tonight.” You went to protest again but Chan continued.

“BUT when things calm down, when you’re... okay. I’d like to come back around to this.” He kissed you again, his soft lips melting perfectly against yours and he pulled away again. Chan pointed down at the position you were both in.

“This isn’t happening tonight but were gonna eat beef with broccoli and watch movies together and cuddle on the couch and then I’m gonna go home tonight and I’ll see you tomorrow, just like every day.” A tear rolled down your cheek as you nodded and Chan gave you another soft quick kiss and wiped it away.

“Come on, let's eat.” You got off his lap and turned back to him quickly.

“Didn’t you say egg rolls?” You sniffled a little. Chan laughed and groaned in pain as he stood up grabbing the food.

“Yea baby girl there’s egg rolls.” Chan did exactly as he said he would. You both ate dinner, including egg rolls, and watched a couple movies. He let you curl into his side and you laid your head against him and even stole a kiss or two. It was around midnight when you walked him out. You stood outside your dorm building with him quietly for a minute before he broke the silence.

“You know if you need me...” Before Chan could finish his sentence you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He was caught off guard at first but then wrapped his arms around you squeezing you tightly back. You pulled away and kissed him again as another tear made its way down your face. Chan looked into your eyes and pushed your hair away from your face before wiping your tears again, like he had so many times before wishing he could take the pain away for you.

“I know Channie.” He closed his eyes and kissed your forehead. Chan went to leave and your hold on his hand lingered both of your arms outstretched, you not wanting to let go. He turned back smiled at you.

“Call me when you wake up tomorrow.”

Hyunjin was crouched by some cars. He was just about to try and make a break to sneak in to your dorm building. He had to talk to you, he had to tell you he was sorry and how he really felt. He needed to lay it all out for you. Before he could, the door to your building opened and you and Chan walked out. He sunk down lower so that neither of you saw him. He felt guilty seeing Chan grass stained and hurt even if Chan had shoved him first. Hyunjin had deserved that and worse as far as he was concerned. You both stood there for a bit and then you suddenly hugged Chan. He hugged you back and Hyunjin hated seeing it even though he knew you were only friends. Then you kissed Chan and Hyunjin knew he had well and truly fucked up because Chan was the kind of guy you really deserved. One that wasn’t afraid to admit he cared, one that would stand up for you when someone wronged you, one that was kissing you goodbye at midnight not sneaking in to fuck you. He saw Chan kiss your forehead, your hands lingering and then watched him leave and you walked back inside your dorm building. Once Chan was gone and you were back inside Hyunjin left, no longer feeling as confident about confronting you as he had been.

The next few weeks you focused on your classes and school work and avoided Hyunjin at all costs. It wasn’t very hard. Even in a diverse campus like yours his bright red hair still stood out. Any time you saw the fiery red hair you went in the opposite direction as quickly as possible. You just had to get through these next few weeks, then it would be break and you would be home and you wouldn’t have to worry about seeing him for a while. So, you threw yourself into your work and had your usual study and movie nights with Chan with a little more kissing and cuddling than before. The few times Hyunjin worked up the nerve to try and talk to you he always found you with Chan, which wasn’t unusual but he just couldn’t confront you in front of him especially since Chan had told him to stay away and even more so since Hyunjin had seen you kiss him.

A few days into break with half of the school gone home including you, Hyunjin happened to over hear a friend of yours in the campus café say that your parents were having a party that weekend.

“She’s been kind of down the last few weeks and Chan can’t go so she’s gotta be there all alone...” Hyunjin suddenly had an idea. A way to finally tell you how he felt without Chan around and prove to you he could be the kind of guy you deserved too. He ran out the café doors and went to find the computer science nerd that had helped him fix his lap top that one time. When Hyunjin spotted him he ran up on him quickly.

“Hey! I need you to hack the school files and get me an address!” The computer guy jumped at first thinking it was some frat goon trying to mess with him before he realized it was Hyunjin.

“Jesus Hwang, you scared the shit out of me! What do you mean you need me to hack the school files for an address?” Hyunjin rolled his eyes.

“Can you do it or not.” The computer guy stiffened up.

“Of course I can but...” Hyunjin interrupted him by slapping money in his hand.

“Two hundred dollars if you get me the address, half now half after.” The computer nerd’s eyes went wide and he smiled.

“DEAL! What’s the name?” Hyunjin let out a sigh of relief.

“Y/L/N, Y/N Y/L/N text it to me once you have it, there’s something I need to do.” and Hyunjin took off again.

It was the day of the party and you were dreading it. Your parents always made you attend these things even though you absolutely hated them. It being day of, they stressed over every little detail and you had to help set up the rest of the decorations. After everything was done you went to your room, showered and got yourself ready. You put on your favorite pastel purple sun dress to try and feel better, it always made you feel pretty at least. It was gauzy, a little ruffled, lose in the skirt and hit you mid-thigh. It had a more fitted top that tied in the back with little gathered sleeves and a rounded neck line. It showed a little chest and back but was still tasteful and appropriate for the party. You slid on a pair of sandles, sprayed on the designer perfume your mother INSISTED on you wearing and went down stairs to help your parents greet guests that were starting to show up. The one good thing about these parties is your parents always made sure there was a stocked bar and you were old enough to drink, so you did. Once the party was in full swing and you had a few drinks in you it didn’t seem quite so bad. You were talking to an old high school friend and as long as you didn’t think about...

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Either your drinks were laced with LSD or walking through the crowd of people in your backyard was Hyunjin. At least it was a guy that looked like Hyunjin. His signature red hair was black and instead of hanging carelessly in his face it was half tied back. Gone was the grungy band t-shirt and ripped skinny jeans, replaced by a black blazer, a white crew neck and slim cut black slacks. When Hyunjin saw you he stopped dead in his tracks. You looked amazing. Like a literal angel. Your hair, your dress, the way the sun had your cheeks a little red. You were gorgeous.

“Chan is gonna fucking kill him.” Your high school friend looked confused.

“Huh?” You shook your head.

“Sorry, excuse me just a minute.” You walked past your friend and straight up to Hyunjin. He was a little surprised. He kind of thought you would take off when you saw him, not approach him but you had those drinks in you and you were furious that he was crashing your parent’s party.

“What the hell are you doing here Hyunjin!” You spoke harshly but in a hushed tone so that you didn’t draw attention to yourselves. He tried to grab your hand and you snatched it away.

“I’m... I’m here to be the guy you need me to be.” You looked at him like you were cracking a safe.

“What?! What the fuck does that mean?” Hyunjin was flustered. You were upset and there were a lot more people around than he thought there would be and he was hoping to talk to you in at least semi-privacy. Before he could answer you noticed your mom making a b line over towards you and Hyunjin with one of her fakest smiles plastered on.

“Don’t say anything!” You hissed at him as your mom walked up.

“Honey... who is this handsome young man?” You rolled your eyes at your nosey mother.

“Mother this is Hyunjin a school friend of Chris’.” Your mother’s face lit up at the mention of Chan’s name.

“Oh wonderful, wonderful! Oh, look here comes Christopher now. Christopher darling!” So Chan had ended up being able to make it after all. Your mother called him over and you prayed he could control his temper when he saw Hyunjin here. Chan walked over looking absolutely amazing. Broad and beautiful in his short sleeved black button up tucked into his black slacks and a thin belt, his hair swept back out of his face. He walked up next to you putting his arm around your waist and giving you a kiss on the side of your head. Your mother cooed.

“Hyunjin isn’t it just wonderful these two FINALLY stopped with all their stubbornness and made things official?” Chan’s face stiffened and his arm tightened around you at the mention of Hyunjin’s name by your mother. Then he looked over and realized that Hyunjin was in fact who was standing on the other side of you. You shot your mom a hateful look.

“Mother.” She lifted her well-manicured hands and shook her head.

“Yes yes, I’ll leave you kids now. Pleasure to meet you Hyunjin.” Hyunjin bowed and your mother left you. When she was out of site Chan started to turn towards Hyunjin and you stopped him.

“Don’t. Not here please.” Chan glared at Hyunjin and you grabbed his face trying to make him look at you.

“Christopher, I will walk across that street and get your mother if I have to.” He looked at you and his expression finally softened.

“Are you okay?” He cupped your face and you leaned into the warmth of his hand as you smiled at him and nodded.

“I’m okay, are you?” You gave him a look and he shook his head.

“Okay. Will you go and deal with my parents while I finish this talk?” Chan glared over your shoulder at Hyunjin again and then looked back at you.

“I’ll be right over there if you need me baby girl.” You gave him a kiss and he left to distract your parents while you had your talk with Hyunjin. As soon as Chan had your dad laughing you grabbed Hyunjin by the wrist and pulled him into your house.

“What do you mean the guy I need you to be?” You didn’t waste time getting straight to the point again. Hyunjin took a deep breath and motioned towards the party, his appearance.

“I can do this; I can be this for you.” You shook your head still confused.

“Who asked you to?” Hyunjin tried to grab your hands again and you pulled them away again.

“I’m so sorry okay I’m so fucking sorry. I shouldn’t have told the guys those things; I shouldn’t have said any of those things about you. You don’t annoy me, all my memories with you are the best parts my life and I don’t mean the sex, which is great, amazing, the best in my life honestly, but I mean the real parts. Arguing about if pineapple goes on pizza and what k drama to watch, talking until we fall asleep and calming you down when you wake up from a nightmare. I miss all of those things with you. Just please give me another chance... you have to know how sorry I am, how much I love you Y/N.” Hyunjin looked at you his eyes full of desperation. Tears welled up in your eyes and fell as you shook your head.

“I just needed you to be you Hyunjin. Whoever that was. Red hair, black hair, jeans, blazers that stuff never mattered to me and you know that! As long as you cared, I just wanted you. Don’t you get it?!” Hyunjin’s mouth hung open unable to speak.

“No, just no. Hyunjin even if I could forgive you betraying me by telling your friends that, you still never treated me any way I deserved to be treated. You pretended like you didn’t know me in public, always sneaking around to see me and then only seeing me to fuck me. Then when I find out you actually told your friends you were seeing me it was only to tell them you were fucking me and talk about, what I thought was, our very personal sex lives! You are only sorry because you got caught Hyunjin and because you can’t have what you want!” You yelled and Hyunjin winced as your words smacked him in the face.

“Y/N...” You took a step away from him.

“NO Hyunjin! The day...” You choked trying to hold back more tears remembering how it felt when you heard him in the hall with his friends that day.

“The day you did that to me you BROKE my heart and Chris was there, like he ALWAYS has been, to pick it up and put it back together and then I realized the way he treats me... THAT is the way I deserve to be treated. Not like an embarrassing secret, not just a fuck for fun to gossip about with your buddies. Someone deserving of respect Hyunjin. You say you love me? You don’t know what love is Hyunjin, you certainly never showed any of it to me if you do. So, I’m glad that your memories with me are happy but they are the only ones you will ever have because I will never give you the chance to treat me like that again.” Hyunjin felt like he’d been kicked in the gut.

“Y/N... please...” He pleaded with you, tears streaming down his face. You walked over to your front door and opened it.

“I’m sorry but you need to leave Hyunjin.” He shook his head and went to go. He turned back to look at you one last time. The most beautiful girl he’d ever known and the only girl he loved. If only he had said the things he whispered to you in your sleep.

“For what it’s worth, I really am sorry Y/N...” You nodded and shut the door, no goodbye. You rested your head against the door frame and cried. As hard as it had been to say all and do all that, you knew you made the right choice. You deserve to be happy and all of the happiest memories YOU’VE had in your entire life have been with Chan and they always would be. You felt someone walking up behind you and you didn’t have to turn around to know it was Chan. You could smell his cologne as he got closer and it soothed you. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, nuzzled against your neck and placed a kiss on your shoulder.

“Are you okay?” You turned facing him making him put his arms back around you and rested your head against his chest.

“I am now.” You tilted your head up and kissed Chan. It started soft lips pressed together, then you weaved your hands through his hair and opening your mouth sucking his bottom lip between yours. Chan’s tongue teased you as he kissed you with a new hunger. His hands cupped your cheeks and he pulled you back so he could look at you.

“I love you Y/N. I always have and I always will.” He kissed you again his lips overtaking yours, his soft, plump, lips devouring you as they trailed down your neck.

“Christopher?” He stopped kissing you and ran his hands through your hair as he waited for you to say what it was you wanted say.

“Take me to bed Christopher. Make love to me.” You pulled him in and kissed him.

“Please...please Chris...” You begged him as you pressed your lips together with his. He didn’t know if he could fight the desire anymore, he didn’t know if he wanted to. He made you stop and look him in the eyes again. His beautiful endless brown eyes.

“Are you sure?” You nodded your eyes never leaving his.

“Yes. I love you Chris, I want you.” He grabbed your hand and lead you towards your bedroom, stealing kisses along the way. When you were finally in your room he shut your door and locked it before pulling you towards him. His arms tightly wrapped around you as he held you against his firm body and kissed you down your jaw and neck. You untucked his shirt and started working at the buttons as he nipped and suckled at the spots that made your knees weak. You pushed Chan’s shirt off exposing his chiseled torso and placing wet kisses across his pecs. You had seen Chan shirtless countless times in your life, you had always known he had a great body but touching it, tasting it, it was completely different, it was all new. Chan pulled you up and captured your lips again as he started untying the back of your dress, slowly sliding the sleeves down exposing your breasts. His breathing hitched and his ears went red. You giggled rubbing his ears.

“Your blushing Channie.” He knelt down sliding your dress down your legs and off of you. He looked up smiling at you.

“It's because I’m looking at the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, naked.” It was your turn to blush. Chan wrapped his arms around your hips and hugged you. He closed his eyes laying his head against your tummy and then kissed your soft skin just above the waist band of your panties. Chan hooked his fingers on the sides and his tongue trailed down your hip bones as he pulled your underwear off of you. He kissed his way back up your thighs and torso before claiming your lips yet again. Chan kissed you as he backed you towards your bed. When your legs hit the edge you sat down and started unbuttoning his pants Chan leaning down, still refusing to give up the taste of your mouth. You pushed his pants down and they pooled around his ankles. He stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Now suddenly with Chan standing in front of you in his tight black briefs, the outline of his erection visible through the material and your hands resting on his hips getting ready to strip him as bare as you were, now you were scared. What if he didn’t like what you did, what if it didn’t feel good for him, what if you did something that turned him off and ruined the moment, the relationship, your friendship, what if you ruin everything? Chan could see you in your head. He ran the back of his fingers down your face.

“What’s going on in that pretty head baby girl.” God, he could read you like a book.

“Just... what if you don’t like what I...” You couldn’t finish the thought.

“Or what if I ruin us?” Chan planted his hands on either side of your legs on the bed and leaned down to your level, his nose almost touching yours.

“Baby I know I’m gonna like whatever we do so don’t worry about that and as long as we love each other Y/N you can’t ruin us. Do you want to stop?” You shook your head. Chan nodded back and then pulled his briefs down and kicked them away. You bit your lips in anticipation when you saw Chan’s thick length. He took a step towards you and smoothed your hair down guiding you towards his cock. You braced yourself against his strong thighs and leaned down softly taking his tip into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it gently. Chan took a soft deep breath at the contact.

“Oh my god baby girl that feels so good.” You gently sucked and bobbed on just the head of his cock giving the sensitive spot on the bottom plenty of attention with your tongue. He was starting to pant the muscles of his belly sucking in and out with his breaths. You took more of him into your mouth and looked up at him. His head was tilted back and his eyes closed as he took quick breaths. He started to flood your mouth with precum, he tasted so sweet and then you remembered Chan’s favorite drink was pineapple juice and that’s what the taste of him reminded you of. His cheeks were flushed red and he was starting to form a few beads of sweat around his temples. When he looked down and saw you looking up at him with those big eyes and his dick sliding in and out of your warm wet mouth he thought he would blow.

“You’re so pretty. God you’re so pretty and you make me feel so good baby mmm you’re sucking me so fucking good.” You hummed at the sweet praise he was showering you with and suddenly Chan whimpered and pulled away his dick falling out of your mouth. You were a little startled and worried you had done something he didn’t like.

“FUCK! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I almost came. Oh fuck, oh my God!” He shivered and you smiled glad that you hadn’t done something wrong. Chan took a deep breath.

“Lay back on the bed for me baby girl.” You did as Chan said and slid back on the bed laying down. When you felt the warmth of his naked body on top of you and his erection pressing into you, it gave you goosebumps all over. He kissed you and then drug his lips down your jaw and neck. He continued traveling down your body sucking one of your nipples between his pouty lips and teasing it with his tongue. He squeezed your other breast before sucking that nipple into his mouth and grazing his teeth across it. You arched your back off the bed and Chan cradled your body in his hands as he left wet open mouth kisses down your abdomen. He stopped just over your aching pussy and then buried his face between your legs breathing you in before gently licking through your folds.

“Oh... Oh my god... Christopher!” Chan loved hearing you say his name like that. He sucked on your clit and hummed sending sweet vibrations through your core. Making you moan out more just like he wanted.

“Chr... fuck fu... Chris... mmmm baby mmmyes!” Chan pushed your legs up and apart, flattened his tongue and drug it from your asshole through your folds collecting all your juices before sucking your clit between those pouty fucking lips of his again. When he started flicking the tip of his tongue quickly over your clit while he slurped at your pussy it pushed you into your orgasm quickly.

“Coming! Fuck Christopher! Chris fuck coming, coming, I’m coming! Yes fuck! I’m coming baby.” Your legs shook and Chan gently ran his hands up and down your thighs as he placed one more kiss on your cunt. He climbed back up your body and kissed you.

“You taste so good baby girl, and you sound so pretty when you moan my name like that.” You smiled, your cheeks, chest and breasts all were flushed from your orgasm. Chan started placing soft kisses all over your face. Your cheeks and nose and pecked your lips. He slid your legs further apart with his knees and lined himself up with your soaked entrance and stopped.

“Y/N?” You looked into those brown puppy dog eyes of his.

“Just... I really do love you.” You ran your hand down the side of Chan’s face and kissed his lips softly.

“I know you do Christopher. I love you too.” Then Chan pushed into you finally. His head fell into the crook of your neck and he gasped as your warm tight walls surrounded him. You were so wet that he easily slid into you. He paused for a moment to regain his composure once he was buried in you. He kissed and lightly bit at your shoulder as he pulled out and pushed back into you a little harder. After a couple more slow drags of his cock in and out of you, he propped himself back up on his hands and started a quicker pace, rolling his hips against you as he thrusted harder.

“Oh my god baby girl your pussy is so soft and warm. Does my cock feel good baby? Am I making you feel good?” You held on to Chan’s biceps as he started fucking you faster and harder still rotating his hips hitting every delicious spot inside you.

“Yes, Christopher yes oh my god harder, please, fuck me harder!” Chan happily took your instruction and started pounding into you harder. The moans falling from your mouth were music to his ears and pushing him towards his climax just as fast as your tight hole was. The high-pitched way you screamed his name when you finally climaxed around his cock made him crazy.

“CHRISTOPHER YESYESYESYES FUCK ME CHRIS!” You throbbed and clenched around Chan’s cock as he lost himself fucking you harder and faster.

“Close... close... baby girl gonna cum... wher-” You cut him off practically screaming your answer.

“Inside! Cum... cum inside me Chris!” Chan went feral hearing you say that. His hips slammed into you.

“Oh inside? Baby girl wants it inside huh? You want me to make you a mommy? You wanna make me pretty babies?” Chan’s words alone sent you and you came out of nowhere a third time. You couldn’t even form words.

“Oh yea you like that don’t you! I can feel you clenching on my cock so hard baby. You wanna squeeze it out of me? You want my babies; I’ll give them to you pretty girl. Fuck fuck!” You nodded and started whispering in Chan’s ear as he chased his orgasm.

“Yes daddy, cum in me, give me your babies, fuck yes, cum in me daddy.” Chan let out the prettiest moan when he heard you call him that and then teased you.

“Say please?” He was sweating and grunting from the effort. You licked the sweat from his neck and moaned as you started lifting your hips to meet his punishing thrusts. You pressed your lips against the shell of Chan’s ear your voice coming out in breaths.

“Please daddy, please cum inside me, let me make you pretty babies, cute babies with your curls and your nose, please please daddy fill me up!” Chan moaned out and laid his sweaty forehead against your chest as he painted your insides with his seed fucking it deep into you.

“Fuck yes baby girl, oh god, that’s my sweet baby girl so good to me, you take my cum so well, fuck!” Chan emptied his cum inside you rolled off, fell on the bed and laid spread out next to you, trying to catch his breath. You crawled up and curled into his side and Chan wrapped his arms around you pulling you closer. He kissed and smiled against your forehead.

“You know the way you were talking about my nose and curls sounds, like you’ve thought about my babies before.” You pinched his tummy and he laughed.

“Seriously though, I’d love for you to have my babies one day.” You propped yourself up on Chan’s chest and smiled at him.

“One day. We will.” You laid back down in Chan’s embrace and traced the lines of his belly muscles while you rested your head on his chest and listened to his heart beat slowly return to normal. It all just felt so right. You and Hyunjin, you’d had an arrangement, but you and Chan, you had each other, you had love.

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