#neither of these boys can legally drive

[sibillascribbles08]

What compelled me to make this

[whoopsyeahokay]

Cuddle Bug

summary: a flashfic exploration of Wally's inability to be anything but a plural image when you're within reach. aka: he's codependent as fuck and neither you nor he care.

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: fluff. smut lite. AU - everyone is alive (zesty). lore established offscreen.

bon reading, frens

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Wally Clark's love language is physical touch. No surprise there. The guy needs cuddles like flowers need sunlight to thrive. Always has. Being a ghost for 40 years exacerbated that need, and now that he's a real boy again, he can't help himself. Wally sits too close, hugs hello and goodbye, touches arms and knees when he's telling a story.

It's just that much more amped up when it comes to you.

He was affectionate before you and he became inseparable. Lightly grazed your hand when he walked beside you, found every excuse to tackle you when he tried to teach you football techniques. Ajay and Charley stood there like extra wheels even though it'd been Wally who'd rallied everyone to the field.

What? Your giggle's so damn cute! No way was Wally going to be able to focus on anything else!

Besides Charley's just as bad when Yuri's around, and Simon can't even function when Maddie gives him the eyes. So, everyone can suck it as far as Wally's concerned.

During group activities, Wally would find a way to sit next to you. Would squish his long limbs between you and Maddie and give you a bright, boyish grin. Sometimes he'd stare Xavier down until he got the hint and scooched closer to Nicole at the lunch table, leaving a gap that Wally could settle into beside you. His arm around your shoulders and his knee touching yours. Totally innocent.

Wally brought your favorite snacks to Game Night, established himself as your personal chauffeur despite the fact that you lived closer to Simon and Rhonda, and loyally helped you filter clothes when you and the girls went shopping. Yes. He'd made himself one of the girls just to spend time with you. Don't look at him like that; it worked, didn't it? 👀

Since accepting him as your boyfriend (he grins so big, his cheeks ache), Wally's dependence on your touch, warmth, shape against his, has increased a hundredfold.

You sit on the picnic table before the first bell, chatting to Maddie and Claire about something Wally isn't listening to, his arms around your waist, upper body slumped between your legs, head resting on your thigh as you rake your fingers through his thick hair. Oh, he could die all over again and be the happiest of ghosts just for this. Not that he wants to be a ghost again. Not unless you're with him this time. Which would require you to die, too, and that's a terrible thought and he's never going to tell you about it. But the sentiment remains. Wally doesn't want to do anything without you, ever.

He managed to convince the secretary to put him in all your classes, pouting and pleading his case that he'd been dead since 1983 and, "it's so traumatic coming back, she's the only thing I have that feels real...please?" A tactic that he should stop abusing, but it worked on all the teachers when he requested to be sat next to you. Every time a teacher caved, Wally would fold into the desk beside you, beaming like a winner. And who cares? Mina and Ajay, and Charley and Yuri pulled the same doe-eyed trick and got what they wanted, why couldn't Wally do the same?

On Fridays, everyone piles into Wally's high school best friend's living room—Rodney now Wally's legal guardian for reasons—to have movie marathons. There's trivia to guess the movie. Winner gets one veto and can insert their own choice, but there's three movies in total so pick wisely! They figured out awhile ago that Wally sometimes (always) lets you win trivia when it's his turn to play his lineup. You never veto anything, equally as eager to watch what he opts for. It drives Simon and Ajay insane.

He takes over a whole couch, the three-seater, sprawls long-ways and tucks you between his legs, your body draped over him like a blanket as he wraps his arms around you and doesn't let go for anything. He traces patterns on your back, cradles your head against his chest, soaks up the physical contact like a sponge after years of ghostly numbness.

In the school halls, Wally keeps his hand on your hip. He kisses your head and cheeks and jaw. Doesn't care who sees because you're his girl and he'll do what he wants, thank you. He's proud that you call him yours and wants to show off who his heart belongs to. This one! This one said yes!

You're in his lap more than your own seat when the group descends upon Max's Diner after football games (that, no, Wally doesn't participate in. That era is firmly in the past and he'll never don a jersey again; sorry mom, God bless, rest in peace). His hands are all over you as you engage Rhonda in conversation; on your thighs, waist, back, hips. Anywhere and everywhere that's still appropriate in public. His head under your chin, eyes closed as he listens to your heartbeat, strong and steady, the rhythm matching his.

Wally rolls over in his bed, crushes you beneath his weight as he plays dead—knock on wood that that won't happen again for many years—and tries to stifle his laughter when you struggle to reverse the position. Eventually, he showers your skin with kisses, nudges between your thighs and laces his fingers with yours, pressing his smile to yours before kissing you deeply.

The sex is amazing, but nothing beats the afterglow when he has you pliant and sweet, curled into him on your side, your face in his chest, his hand on your lower back, whispering how much he loves you as you doze. Call him codependent, but Wally doesn't want to spend even an hour without you. He isn't a lost puppy, knows how to behave like a man. He just spent too many years being forgotten that he still has trust issues.

And you don't mind. You welcome it, in fact, and that makes Wally feel safer than he ever has. It makes it easy to ignore the looks people give you and him when you agree to go somewhere, "only if Wally's invited, too" because you and he are a package deal. And he does the same for you. Obviously, not for the same reasons, you're perfectly fine being alone, it's just that Wally's not ready to experiment with your absence just yet. Maybe never will be.

Rodney's long since accepted that Wally's room has become your room. From married and childless to married with several formerly-dead teenagers and their SOs, Rodney and his wife have accepted their homebase status like champs. They treat you like family—you have a house key for the rare occasion Wally isn't with you after school—and acknowledge that Wally can't sleep without you without suffering.

He stays curled around you all night, kisses you awake, big hand trailing from your waist to your hip as he nips the top knot of your spine and grinds his morning wood against your ass. God, you get him hard so easily, Wally sometimes thinks he should get checked out. You hum then sigh then turn in his arms, hook a leg over his and press yourself against him in exactly the right way.

Through half-lidded eyes, Wally gazes at you. Licks his lips as he rocks his hips slowly and watches your expression go from sleepsoft to wanting. You like how that feels baby? You want it inside you? And he kisses you deep and thorough, rolls you onto your back to fit between your legs, groans when one of your hands squeezes his ass through his boxer-briefs.

He needs to be inside you yesterday, loves how you feel, tight and wet and hot around him. Soft touches turn hard, light sweeps of lips turn to teeth and tongue and fresh bruises on your neck. Wally loves to taste you first, to prolong his pleasure by giving you yours, his tongue delving into you and sucking your clit gently; deliriously slow because he can't get enough.

It's not until you're begging him so pretty for his cock that he finally lets himself fuck into you, so hard and sensitive his brain explodes upon fitting deep inside you on the first thrust. A refrain of fuck, yes and oh God baby, you feel so good fills the room—sorry Rodney—the headboard smacking against the wall in time with Wally's hips. Throughout, Wally holds you like something precious, kisses you like salvation, breathes you in like he can't live without you.

He makes sure you come first before he even thinks about letting go, the sensation of you shaking apart around him ripping his own release right from his core. Wally licks into your mouth, moans like a beast, and then, one two three more stunted thrusts and he goes still. Hazy eyes hold yours and you can see the depth of his emotion for you. At least, he hopes so. How he'll treasure you forever. He'll never love anyone as much as he loves you. That's a promise and a threat and he smiles a lazy smile at you as you begin to giggle.

"What's so funny, baby?" Wally nudges your cheek with his nose.

"Nothing, I promise, I'm just...really happy." You tell him and he moans in delight.

"You don't feel suffocated or claustrophobic like Rhonda said you would?" Wally asks, a little insecure. Okay, a lot insecure, even if he doesn't usually feel that way about how reliant he is on your proximity. You've never given him a reason to feel anything but safe and happy and loved, but still. Rhonda knows how to hit bone even when she means well.

You shift, forcing Wally to look at you, your hands cradling his jaw, "Never. I will never, ever want this, us, to be anything but exactly how it is. I love having you all over me."

"Yeah?"

"Yes." And you grin, a warm little thing, "I like sharing everything with you. It's nice. My very own witness to my life."

Wally kisses you again, another slow, deep, sentimental gesture; everything he feels poured into it, before he settles down on top of you, careful not to crush you, his head above your breasts and his eyes fluttering closed. Relaxed. Sated. Safe.

Wally Clark's love language is physical touch, and, in this second chance at life, he's profoundly grateful to have found someone fluent in it.

🍃___________fin.____________

(Marshmallow Miles)

also on AO3!

if you liked this, you may also enjoy Fifty Seven.

fluff. between 1982 and 1983, Wally meets and falls completely head over heels for a girl who changes everything. his biggest fan, his greatest love. you.

[pnutbutter-n-j-elyy]

When You Call Them Clingy| Hyungline Pt3

Hyungline x Gn!Reader

(i was supposed to release this yesterday but things came up im sor sorry its late but here you go!!! idk how i feel about this :/)

Bangchan

The night air was cool as you walked into the dimly lit bar, Felix by your side, his expression a mixture of concern and forced cheer. You had told Chan that you had plans- and wouldn’t lie to him- and that meant actually going through with your impulsive decision to make plans.

So, here you were, out with Felix, pretending that the weight in your chest wasn’t getting heavier with every minute that passed.

Felix had noticed, of course. He always did. “Are you sure you’re up for this?” he asked, voice soft. "Maybe you can-"

You forced a smile, waving him off. “Yeah, of course. I need a distraction.”

But the more you drank, the more you realized it wasn’t a distraction at all. Every sip burned, and every moment you weren’t thinking about Chan consciously was just a moment your subconscious filled with the memory of his face. His voice. The way he had shut you out completely after you made such a careless comment.

Meanwhile, across town, Chan sat in the corner of him an Jeongin’s apartment, drink in hand, gaze distant. Jisung had been invited over as well to have a few drinks and relax, since Chan also felt uneasy with the excuse he had made. Both boys sensed that something was off, but neither of them asked, just quietly sipping their drinks.

Until finally they couldn't take it anymore.

“You good, hyung?” Jisung finally asked, watching Chan down another shot.

Chan huffed a quiet laugh, rubbing his face. “Yeah. Just tired.”

Jeongin raised a brow. “You sure about that?”

Chan didn’t answer. He just stared at the ice in his glass, swirling it absentmindedly. The alcohol was dulling the ache in his chest, but only slightly. He had been pushing himself to stop thinking about you, to accept that you needed space, but it wasn’t working.

Not when his mind kept replaying the way you had looked at him before you left. The way your voice had sounded too quiet when you said goodnight.

The way it had sounded angry when you called him clingy.

Did he really do too much? What if-

Then his phone vibrated.

Felix.

Chan frowned, answering quickly. “Lix?”

“Hyung,” Felix said, exhaling sharply. “I need you to come get Y/N.”

Chan sat up immediately. “Who? You're with Y/N?" 

Was Y/N originally planning to hang out with Lix?...I thought they had just made an excuse-

Felix hesitated, his voice tight. “Y/Ns…not doing great- won't let me help-" Chris struggled to hear over the noise of the bar.  "-keeps pushing me away, saying they don’t want me to be ‘clingy'- out of -mind and refuses to- help them- get home.”

Chan felt the words like a slap to the face. His chest constricted, at the thought of you being drunk out of your mind.

“I’ll be there in ten,” he said, already grabbing his jacket. “Send me the location.” He stood up abruptly and wobbled slightly.

Jisung and Jeongin exchanged a look before quickly standing as well. “We’re coming with you,” Jeongin said firmly. "I'll drive, you drank more than either of us."

(For legal purposes disclaimer: y'all do NOT drink and drive. it's dangerous and can have serious repercussions. always try your best to have a sober friend around as well, in case of emergency)

Jeongin snatched Chris's key's and they all hopped into the car.

You tended to worry him when you were drunk, and he wasn't sure what to expect.

The drive felt agonizingly long. The alcohol still buzzed faintly in Chan’s system, but the moment he heard Felix’s voice and heard that you were in trouble - or causing trouble maybe -he sobered up fast. His heart pounded against his ribs as worry gnawed at his insides.

The second they stepped into the bar, his eyes scanned the room until he found you. And his breath caught in his throat.

You were sitting at a table, arms crossed tightly over your chest, brows furrowed as Felix spoke to you softly as he patted your back. But it was clear you weren’t listening. Your eyes were glassy, and your lips were pursed like you were trying not to cry as you shook your head, then slamming it onto the table like an angry toddler.

Felix noticed them first, exhaling in relief. “Thank God,” he muttered.

Chan wasted no time. He was at your side in an instant, crouching down so he was at eye level. “Y/N.”

Your head snapped toward him, and for a moment, your expression flickered with something so raw, so vulnerable, that it made his chest ache. But then your lips wobbled, and you hiccuped, looking away. “Go away.”

Chan’s jaw tightened. “Not happening, baby. Come on, let’s get you home.”

You shook your head stubbornly. “No.”

"You're being a pain, Y/N-ie. To Felix of all people do you want to upset him?"

Chan glanced at Felix, who gave him a knowing look. Felix wasn’t upset- he understood. It wasn’t that you didn’t want help. You just didn’t want it from anyone who wasn’t Chan.

You still stubbornly shook your head so Chan looked at Jisung who nodded.

Jisung sighed, mocking anger and crossing his arms. “Y/N you're being difficult, we can do it the easy way or the hard way. Or do you want to make us upset and disappointed?”

The moment Jisung spoke, you immediately nodded, causing a chuckle from the boys. "Okay, I'll listen."

The boys had long since known Jisung was your first bias, and that was often used for leverage in situations like these, when you're brain was too fogged to do much other that realize you didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of someone you admired. 

Carefully, Chan reached out, his fingers grazing your wrist. “Y/N,” he murmured, softer now. “Ready now?”

At that, your whole body seemed to deflate. Your lips trembled, and your eyes welled up with tears. “I was mean to you,” you whispered.

Chan exhaled softly, still caressing your wrist. “I know.”

“I didn’t mean it.” You whimpered.

“I know,” he said again, this time even softer.

Your face crumpled. “I’m sorry.”

Chan sighed, his chest tightening unbearably. “Let’s get you home, yeah?”

This time, you didn’t fight him. You let him help you up, let him guide you out of the bar, his arm steady around your waist. The moment you were outside, the cool air hit you, and your steps wobbled. Chan adjusted his grip, holding you closer.

“I miss you,” you mumbled into his shoulder. Wiping your snot on him.

Chan swallowed hard. “I’m right here.” He noticed your were wiping your nose on him and he rolled his eyes lovingly. "You need a tissue?"

“You were mad,” you said, your voice tiny.

“I was hurt,” he corrected gently. “But I wasn’t mad.” He helped you get into the back seat of the car. "Sometimes, we just have to learn to handle our emotions a bit better. After some thought, I know we both could have reacted in better ways. I should have told you how I felt, and you should have told me how you felt. I know you were upset and didn't mean it, but it doesn't take away any of the hurt Y/N. I 'cling' to you because I'm deeply in love with you.

Your fingers clutched at his sleeve. “Are you leaving me?” You said looking up at him with wide eyes.

Chan paused buckling you in. His eyes widened as he turned to look at your face fully. “What?”

“You’re not gonna leave me, right?” you whispered, your voice thick with tears. “I feel so bad, Chris. I don’t want you to go.”

Chan exhaled slowly. He wanted to be frustrated with you- wanted to tell you how much you had hurt him, how dismissing his care had stung. But looking at you now, your face scrunched up in guilt, your body trembling slightly from the alcohol and the weight of your emotions…he just couldn’t.

Instead, he finished buckling you in and slid next to you and pulled you into him, his head resting atop your head. “I’m not leaving you,” he murmured. “You’re stuck with me, okay?”

You sniffled against his chest. “Promise?”

His grip tightened. “Promise.”

Jisung and Jeongin exchanged a glance but said nothing. Felix let out a quiet sigh of relief as he climbed in the back with you two.

"You're not clingy." You said quietly on the ride back. "I was upset but you're not clingy."

Chan hmmed in acknowledgement, petting your hair.

You scooted closer to him, burying yourself into him even more.

"Can I be clingy though?" You muttered sleepily, eyes fluttering to a close.

"That's all I want." He murmured quietly, kissing the top of your head.

"I love you." 

"I love you."

As Chan held you close, feeling the tension in your body slowly begin to ease, he knew one thing for certain: no matter what, he wasn’t going anywhere. And so he squeezed you a bit tighter, clung to you.

And as you drifted off into sleep you realized- 

How could you ever think you didn't want this?

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Minho

The moment you got home, you regretted running away. The sinking feeling in your stomach wouldn’t let up, and your mind kept replaying the scene over and over. The way Minho looked at you- shocked, maybe even a little hurt- made you feel even worse.

You curled up on your bed, hugging your knees to your chest, guilt weighing you down like a stone. He deserved to be heard. You had made a mess of things, and now, if you wanted to fix it, you had to be the one to take the first step.

The next morning, you gathered your courage and went back to his apartment. Your heart pounded as you stood in front of his door, staring at the keypad, remembering how easily you had let yourself in the night before. This time, you knocked.

A moment later, the door opened, revealing a very tired-looking Minho. His hair was disheveled, his eyes slightly puffy as if he hadn’t slept much. When he saw you, his lips parted slightly, surprise flickering across his face before he stepped aside wordlessly to let you in.

You hesitated for a moment but stepped inside, greeted by the familiar scent of his apartment. The cats lounged around lazily, their tails flicking as they acknowledged your presence. The silence between you and Minho stretched, thick with unspoken words.

You turned to face him, gathering every ounce of courage you had. “I’m sorry.”

Minho’s brows furrowed slightly, his lips pressing into a thin line. “For what exactly?”

“For everything.” You exhaled shakily. “For calling you clingy when you were just being sweet, for lashing out at you because I was feeling insecure. And for last night- for not even giving you a chance to explain.”

Minho sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “You really hurt me, Y/N.”

“I know.” Your voice cracked. “And I hate that I did. I-” You swallowed. “I saw you with her and I just- jumped to the worst conclusion....”

He studied you for a moment, arms crossed, his gaze softer now but still guarded. "So...that is what you thought." He said quietly.

You blinked and nodded. "I...know you wouldn't though. I was emotional and I...don't..." You swallowed, trying to blink back tears.

Minho sighed and crossed his arms as he leaned against the doorframe to the living room. “You should’ve asked instead of assuming.”

“I should have.” You nodded. “Who...was she?” You asked quietly, feeling your face burn from embarrassment of still being wary.

He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “My old neighbor. I asked her to watch the cats.”

Your eyes widened. “What?”

He let out a small sigh, then motioned for you to sit on the couch. You followed hesitantly, your heart still racing.

“I was planning something for us,” he admitted. “A trip. I wanted it to be a surprise, but I needed someone to take care of the cats while we were gone.”

Your breath hitched. “A trip?”

Minho nodded, his expression unreadable, but his jaw twitching. “Yeah. Because I love you, and I wanted to spend time with you. But then you called me clingy and started avoiding me, and I thought…maybe you didn’t want that.”

Guilt surged through you so strongly it made your chest ache. “Minho…”

He met your gaze, something raw in his eyes. “I know that I was the first one to...shut down or...seek space; but you were the one pulling away. I was just trying to hold on. And forget what you said...”

Tears pricked at your eyes. “I didn't mean that Minho. I know nothing can take those words back, but I truly truly didn't mean it.” you whispered.

"I don't..." Minho sighed. "I don't act...this way with others. I don't really like all the mushy stuff but with you...it's different. Its like...I have to do all that stuff because I love you so much that it physically pains me not to show you just how much you mean..."

"Min..."

"So when you said that it made me think maybe you didn't want my love. That maybe...it was a burden to you."

"It's not!" You shout, making Minho jump slightly. "It's not at all. If anything I'm the burden for making things so difficult."

"You'll never be a burden to me Y/N. You just need to tell me when things are getting too hard so I can adjust my love language during those times. So we can avoid things like this, hm?" He lifted your face to look at him, slowly rubbing his thumb over your cheek. You nodded.

"You can be such a pain when your irritated you know, that?" He teased, his eyes narrowing.

"I was scared that I showed you I don’t deserve how much you love me. And that...you...”

Minho sighed before leaning forward, cupping your cheek gently, as he crashed his lips into your to shut you up.

“You can be scared, but don’t shut me out. Let me be scared with you if you are. And for the record you have nothing to be scared for. I'm clingy remember? What makes you think I'll let you go?"

A tear slipped down your cheek, and he wiped it away with his thumb. “I love you, Y/N. Even when you’re being a pain.”

A small, watery laugh left your lips. “I love you too."

He smirked slightly. “So, you ready for the trip?”

You blinked. “You still want to go?”

Minho scoffed. “Of course. I planned everything. It’d be a waste not to.”

"Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise." He said wiggling his eyebrows. "A very special surprise."

You pouted. "But I wanna know-"

He shushed you again with his lips, pushing you back onto the couch, and Dori's napping spot much to cat's dismay.

His hand entwined with yours, for a split second he played with your ring finger.

"You'll know soon enough, jagiya." He mumbled against your lips, his hand falling from yours to wrap around you waste as he lay on top of you. "But I missed you so let me just be with you in this moment."

He pulled you into his arms, his embrace warm and familiar, as he cuddled into you, and told you about everything that had happened recently; and for the first time in weeks, everything felt right again.

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Changbin

You barely had time to process before you were rushing outside.

He was turned away from you completely. Your stomach dropped, and your hands instinctively reached out for him. "Changbin, wait!"

But he didn’t even try to continue walk away. Instead, his shoulders shook. His breath came out ragged, and when he turned back to you, his eyes were glossy, brimmed with unshed tears.

Your breath caught in your throat. "Bin...?"

You ran up to him and you started apologizing. 

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to steal your proposal or anything. I just wanted to apologize for snapping and calling you clingy-"

He let out a broken laugh, tears threatening to teeter over the edge, running a hand through his hair before looking at you with an expression so raw, so utterly vulnerable, that it made your chest pound. "You really think I’m upset because of that?"

Your brows furrowed. "Aren’t you? I- I took this from you. I ruined everything. I was so horrible-"

He cut you off with a shake of his head. "No, Y/N. God, no." He took in a shaking breath.

And then the first tear slipped down his cheek. Followed by the next, then the next.

Your heart clenched painfully at the sight, and you stepped closer, unsure if you should reach for him. He was crying. You had made him cry. And the thought of it made your own tears start to well in your eyes.

"Binnie, I-"

"You really don’t get it, do you?" His voice wavered. "I’m not crying because I’m upset. I’m crying because I love you so much that it makes me hurt to think about how you blamed yourself for all of this. That you thought the way to make it up to me was by planning your own proposal."

He let out another unsteady breath, wiping at his face roughly. "I don’t care about the proposal going wrong. I don’t care that you were overwhelmed or that we fought. I don't care enough about any of that to want an apology. I thought I did but being here I don't. I care that you thought for even a second that I would want you to feel this kind of guilt. I care that you thought I wouldn’t love you just as much, even after everything."

The weight of his words crashed into you all at once.

Tears slipped freely down your cheeks now, your throat tightening so much it was hard to breathe. "But I- I hurt you. I said awful things, I-"

"Yes, but seeing this-" He gestured towards your home. "I know you didn't mean it. We all say things when we're upset."

"But I do it so much-" You cried out.

"And I still love you, Y/N," he interrupted softly, stepping forward this time. "I still want to marry you. I still want every version of forever with you, no matter how messy it gets. I didn’t propose tonight because I thought it had to be perfect. I proposed tonight because I was ready. And I still am."

Your lips trembled, a sob catching in your throat as you reached for him, hands shaking when they met his chest. "Bin..."

He exhaled shakily, his hands coming up to cup your face. His thumbs brushed away your tears, his gaze searching yours as if to make sure you understood. "Don’t ever think that a bad night, a bad fight, or a bad moment could ever change the way I feel about you."

Your tears fell harder now, and a broken laugh slipped from your lips. "You’re supposed to be mad at me, and make me grovel and apologize 1000 times; not saying the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard."

He chuckled wetly, pulling you against him, his arms wrapping securely around you. " While I think that would be a sight to see I forgave you the moment everything happened. And I appreciate the apology Y/N-ie, I really do. But I could never stay mad at you. Not when I know how much you love me back."

You buried your face in his chest, clutching onto him like he was your lifeline. "I do. I love you so much, Binnie. And I’m so sorry."

He pressed a lingering kiss to the top of your head. "I know. I know, baby. We can move past now."

For a long moment, you just stood there, wrapped up in each other, breathing in the warmth and comfort that only he could provide. And then, in the softest whisper, he murmured against your hair:

"Marry me, Y/N?"

You pulled back slightly, blinking up at him through tear-soaked lashes. "You...You’re still asking? Even after all of this?"

His smile was small but so full of love it nearly took your breath away. "I wanted to hear you say yes."

A watery laugh bubbled out of you, and you nodded, gripping his shirt tightly. "Yes. Yes, of course, I’ll marry you."

He pulled the ring out of his jacket pocket and placed it on your finger, disregarding the box somewhere on the pavement.

And then his lips were on yours, warm and insistent, tasting of salt and relief and love. So much love.

 It was filled with every emotion under the sun, everything you could ever want and need.

And it made you pull him closer, cling to him a little more.

It wasn’t a perfect proposal.

But it was yours

Which made it absolutely perfect in the end.

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Hyunjin

Hyunjin practically sprinted from your apartment, his heart hammering against his ribs. The cold air bit at his skin, but the chill was nothing compared to the ice creeping up his spine.

Where could you have gone?

He checked the usual spots first. The small park you liked to sit at when you needed air, the café down the street where you drowned your bad moods in sweet drinks, even the bus stop in case you had the ridiculous idea of running away from your problems altogether.

But you weren’t at any of them.

Panic fully bloomed in his chest. He couldn’t lose you—not like this. His mind was already spinning in worst-case scenarios, every single possibility sharpening his anxiety into something unbearable. He pulled out his phone and called again. Straight to voicemail.

“Come on, Y/N, pick up,” he muttered, frustration and worry bleeding into his voice.

Then, a thought struck him.

He quickly searched up convenience stores near your apartment. 

You tended to like to stress snack, and if you had wandered off, there could be a good chance you wandered into a place filled with snacks.

He tried calling again; even though he was sure you wouldn't answer becuase it seems your phone was off. 

But much to his surprise there was an answer.

"Hello?"

Hyunjin didn't recognize the voice, but it sounded like an older gentleman.

"Who is this? Why do you have Y/N's phone?"

"Oh, I see. Their phone died, so I'm charging it."

The man had given Hyunjin the address of the store and he took off in that direction, his long legs eating up the distance, barely noticing the way his breath came out in sharp puffs. And then, as he rounded the last corner, he saw you.

Sitting by the window, a snack in your hand, your eyes lost in thought.

Relief hit him so hard he nearly staggered. His chest rose and fell as he tried to compose himself, to shake off the raw terror that had gripped him just moments before.

You were okay.

But God, he wasn’t.

The door chimed as he stepped inside. You looked up, startled, and your eyes went wide as they met his.

“Hyunjin-”

Before you could finish, he was in front of you, his hands cupping your face, looking at you all around his warmth enveloping you entirely. His brows were drawn together, his eyes dark and searching.

“Do you have any idea how scared I was?” he said, voice tight. “I came back and you were gone. Your phone was off. I thought-” He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “I thought something happened to you. Why are you even at a store this far from your home?”

Guilt curled deep in your gut. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I just- I tried going after you and then my phone died, and I had taken a wrong turn and-”

Hyunjin let out a breath that was almost a laugh, but it was too shaky, too broken. He pulled back just enough to look at you properly, his thumbs brushing over your cheekbones.

“You don’t get to disappear on me like that,” he murmured. “Not after what you said. Not after the way you made me feel.”

Your stomach twisted. “Hyunjin, I-”

“No, let me talk.” His voice was soft, but firm. “You hurt me, Y/N. You made me feel like I was too much, like the way I love you is suffocating.”

Your lips parted, a lump forming in your throat.

“But that’s just how I am,” he continued, his fingers tightening slightly against your skin. “When I care, I care with everything. I don’t know how to be any other way.” His voice cracked. “And for a second, you made me feel like that wasn’t enough. Or maybe…too much.”

Tears pricked at your eyes. “Hyunjin, I never meant to make you feel like that.”

He searched your face, his own emotions laid bare. “Then why did you say it?”

"I was upset. But after some thought..." You swallowed, forcing yourself to confront the truth. “I think I don't like change. And being cared for this much is new to me. So, I was irritated, and I used it as an excuse to say something I had been thinking. Because I think I'm scared,” you admitted. “Scared that if I let myself lean into it too much, I’d get used to it. That I’d get used to you being there, and then one day maybe you wouldn’t be, so I shouldn't let myself get used to it."

Hyunjin stood there blinking.

“I thought pushing you away would make it hurt less if that ever happened, And after today I realized that I was wrong. And I'm sorry.” you continued, voice shaking. “I'm sorry all I did was hurt you instead of expressing how I felt. Whether about the rough days or anxiety for the future. There are no excuses...”

A heavy silence stretched between you before he finally spoke.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said quietly. “Not unless you tell me to. And even then, I’d probably still find a way to stay and cling to.”

A nervous laugh bubbled up in your throat.

"I mean it, Y/N. More than I've meant anything before." He sighed. "I wanted you to grovel and I was going to be all dramatic and everything but...I guess you just make me way too soft don't you?" He kissed your forehead. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to cling to you. Even if you tell me not too."

You let out a full laugh now. “You’re persistent.”

“And you’re impossible,” he murmured, brushing a tear from your cheek. “But you’re mine. Right?”

You nodded, fresh guilt and love swelling in your chest. “I am. And I know I already said sorry but I really am. I’m so, so sorry, Hyunjin. For what I said, for making you feel like you weren’t enough. You are. You always have been.”

Hyunjin studied you for a moment before his lips quirked up just slightly. “You’re lucky I’m weak for you.”

“I’ll make it up to you,” you promised. “Whatever you want.”

His eyes sparkled mischievously. “Anything?”

You hesitated. “Yes?”

A full grin broke across his face. “Then you owe me unlimited cuddles for a week.”

You let out a relieved laugh, nodding. “Deal.”

And just like that, Hyunjin pulled you into his arms, burying his face into your shoulder, holding you like he never wanted to let go.

Because he didn’t.

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Alright guys, I'm here today to address the pictures of the alleged 'new merch' that had been circling around in the English fandom for a few days. See how I said 'English fandom'? Because nobody really addressed it on weibo and XHS yet… at least not to that extent. (Sorry, I have seen these screencaps on tumblr, insta, X and discord, and I have no idea who originally took them, I don't claim to have taken those screenshots, merely providing them here so you know what I'm talking about.)

So what happened? A few days ago a random shop on taobao created new listings that offered a new series of badges and prints/acrylics - not just featuring the 4 main boys, but also He Cheng, Qiu, She Li and… Cun Tou…..?! Now let's take a moment and sit back and think about this for a while. First of all: Why would a random shop that's NOT affiliated with mosspaca in any way post new 'official' merchandise? (Because we can see there's the mosspaca copyright writing on the badges and acrylics, just like it used to be on the previous badge series) Why would this random shop post these things while neither OldXian herself nor her boss, moss, have posted or announced anything via weibo/XHS? Don't you think this is sort of fishy? You don't find this strange, you don't question that at all? Sure, some people said: It's leaked and it will be available on the upcoming signing event on the 29th which OX announced on her weibo. Sure. There is a possibility, of course. They could have a leak in mosspaca studio and some person got their hands on some undisclosed merch and decided to make bank by making a new shop and listing the items for pre-order, hoping they could cash in. NOT a smart choice if you wanna keep your job because such incidents get investigated thoroughly and we all know by now that moss himself is very strict about these things and already has taken legal action against shops before when they sell fake merch as official merch. The other possibility? Old Xian's apple account has been hacked by an outsider and then the same scenario as before applies - that person wanted to cash in before it officially releases.

Now. How has OX handled merchandise before? It was always announced before an event and sometimes even months(!) in advance when they were pre-order items. Also. Have you ever seen Old Xian making merch for Cheng, Qiu, She Li and Buzzcut? Sure, the first 3 have been on some old postcards way back in the day, plus they are depicted in some of the artbooks, okay. But actual merch with them separately? The last badge series had a very limited special edition button with He Cheng. That was super rare. And now OX suddenly makes merch of the 2 adults, plus She Li AND Buzzcut, who's a minor character which barely makes an appearance? (Sorry, Buzzcut fans, not trying to be mean, just wanting to drive home the point that OX creating merch of him is highly unlikely - unfortunately.)

So what can we take home from all the stuff I just pointed out? Yep, there is a high chance that this is not official. It might be fake merch, sold by a random person who used generative AI tools and editing skills to create these things. I mean, sure, some of the pictures look highly convincing, I give you that. But then again, there are fanartists out there who can perfectly mimic Old Xian's style and edit/draw the boys in new poses that make it seem 'real' and official. But then there's THIS. Please take a close look at the way the faces are 'drawn', the way that the eyes are sort of smudged, same as some of the abs, the way Mo's face is contorted in a weird angle, the way the hands look chunky and unreal, and so on. (click on image to enlarge it and see it in more detail)

Weird, right? Well, it's a very common, typical thing for pictures that are generated with free AI tools. Everyone who has tried one or the other and has fcked around with one of those tools out of curiosity will notice.

Also - have you noticed the sheer AMOUNT of things posted from this one random seller? 10 different badges, 12 different long bookmarks (acrylic boards?), 4 couple cards, plus a LOT of other random new things which all feature very old panels from the manhua… When has Old Xian ever released SO MUCH merch at once? Yep. Never. Plus the re-using of old pictures for new merch? Also doesn't make much sense. And there's a lot of the older illustrations being used for these supposed new things here.

So if you take all of this into account, you might conclude that someone is tryna pull your leg here, selling fake merch disguised as official by even slapping the logo onto it to make it more convincing and mimicking how it looked the last time around. Of course - there might be the odd chance that mosspaca suddenly took a 180° turn and completely changed their modus operandi and decided to do things completely different compared to before and that it was leaked after all and meant as a surprise for the new autograph event etc etc etc. Yep. There's a chance that all this is true after all. But there's also a chance that I step out of my house tomorrow and an airplane crashes onto my head. Of course, that chance is *extremely* small. But the chance is there… So there you have it. All I'm asking you here, is to take a moment to think it through logically when you see these things online. And that you don't instantly believe everything that other people post who are always so eager to spread false information just for the sake of stirring up the fandom without ever taking the time to verify their sources. (No, I'm NOT taking a jab at anyone here who posted/reposted these pictures and was confused and/or asked about it. I was just as puzzled as you guys. But I am criticizing those who post it and announce that it's definitely new, official merchandise…) In conclusion: Might be true, but chances are very slim, all things considered. Let's wait until Tuesday when the event takes place and keep an eye on weibo and XHS - let's see which pictures the CN fandom will post when showing their autographs. Then you can check if there's new merch present. If not - well, then it's pretty safe to say that this was definitely fake. (And if this turns out to be real after all, I will make a follow-up post, regarding the AI-looking faces. But you might not like that 'lore' so I will not mention it for now, to prevent possible drama.)

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Hard Luck - JJK & KTH (18+) - Chapter 1

◆ Pairing: CEO Jungkook X Fem employee Reader X Legal advisor Taehyung. 

◆ Summary: You have a good face, a nice body, a fat amount saved in your secondary bank account, a stable job that you love, loving friends and family, you are good in bed. You have almost everything other than a good luck in love. Sleeping around with random dudes don’t feel enough when your friends are getting married and having kids. If you are being honest, you have started getting bored of this prolonged singlehood already. 

Your last light of hope fades away when your work crush, aka the hot guy from the legal department, Kim Taehyung (with whom you might or might not have slept once, okay! twice!), asks you to set him up with your work best friend (who, apparently, is the most asked out woman of the company). But what you don’t know is that the CEO of the company has taken a liking to you and has started on a mission of winning your heart. 

But wait… Taehyung might have started developing feelings for you in the process of receiving your help.

◆ Chapter summary: Two meetings - One went good - another went downhill.

◆ Theme: Romance, drama, light angst, my poor attempt of humor, fluff and eventual smut. office romance au,

◆ Warnings: Tiny bit angst.

◆ Word count: 3.2k+

◆ A/N: let me know your thoughts.

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You have a very love-hate relationship with weekends. 

Love because who the hell doesn’t like free times, no rush to drive to work, a quiet time on their couch with some unhealthy snacks and a good movie playing on the TV? 

Hate because weekends make you feel alone. Today is just a copy of yesterday.  

On most Friday nights you end up going drinking with your teammates, save your Saturdays for your friends and your precious Sundays are for yourself and yourself only. 

But lately, your said friends have changed, not by choice but by circumstances. Two of them are married, one is engaged and another just started dating after a prolonged singlehood - leaving you completely out of the order. Now they name most of their Saturdays to their partners, which makes you angry but you know that’s the only normal thing to do. 

So, now you are the one that neither has a partner and nor anyone to spend most of your Saturdays with. 

You sigh as you scroll through netflix. 

There is nothing that catches your eyes, intrigues you enough to start watching. 

Just when you are about to read the description of this new cheesy romcom, your phone vibrates with a call. 

It’s your mom - she calls you ten times a day. 

“Hmmm?” you greet her absent-mindedly. 

“Mia just gave birth to a baby boy!!!” she squeals on the other side of the phone. You can feel her excitement through the vibration of her digitized voice. 

The news lights you up as well. Mia is your favorite cousin and older than you by a year only. 

“Really? Woah! Is the baby fine? Is she fine?” 

“Both of them are fine, ddal.” Your mother, now, replies calmly, “it’s only me who is not.” 

“What? What happened? Joint-pain again?” you sit up on the couch. 

“No. That's not it.” your mother whines. You love to hear her whines. 

“Then?” 

“When will I have my grandchild?” she huffs, making you laugh. 

“Eomma, I’m only 27.” you remind her. 

“That’s why I am reminding you, darling. If you start looking for a man now, you will be able to gift me a grandchild before I hit seventy.”  

The mention of a ‘man’ draws a very particular face on your vision. 

You know you should not think too much, read too much into someone’s actions. But at this age, when you already started feeling alone, feeling the desire for someone to come back home to, you can’t help but to feel the need of holding the next best person who shows you a silver of interest. 

And Taehyung has shown a lot of it. 

You will win in life if you manage to bag someone as nice, hot, handsome and successful as him. 

“Maybe… maybe very soon, eomma.” you add a trail of words to end your thoughts. 

“Omo! Really? Are you seeing someone?” she’s now way too much excited and her excitement makes you want more from the guy who only fucked you twice. 

“No- it’s not that. I am just talking about the possibilities.” your voice sounds frail for some reason. Possibility is what it is. Nothing is confirmed. 

You know you have a crush on Taehyung but at the same time you have no idea if there is more than just lust in his mind.

You try not to think of negative things and engage your mother in off-topic conversations. But in the back of your mind, Taehyung stays still, with his baritone voice and boxy smile. 

“Good morning, sweetheart” Hani, the colleague you are the closest to, chirps in with her sweet voice. 

She is the epitome of perfection. 

The girl looks like a goddess, very friendly, the life of the party, smiles at everyone - doesn’t really matter if she knows them or not, is an amazing cook, and good at the job she does. 

Her amazing persona accompanied by that next level face card, makes her the most desired woman of the company. 

There is hardly any bachelor who hasn’t asked her out yet. And Taehyung is one of them (which makes you think that he must be into you). 

Sometimes you are jealous of her - okay! Scratch that! Most of the time you are jealous of her ability to make friends, to have people wrapped around her fingers without having to do anything while you practically have to beg your own friends to spend their weekends with you. 

And being asked out? That’s a completely different story. 

What you have understood from your experience is that guys love to have you on their bed. You are a good fuck, you know that. But a wife material? No. 

You are way too aloof, emotionally unattached to entertain anyone more than normal boundaries allow you to. Hence, you end up pushing people away.  

And now - at an age where you should be in a long term relationship - you are alone. 

“Good morning, Hani.” you reply with a genuine smile gracing your lips. Honestly, very few people can pull a genuine smile out of you and Hani is certainly one of them. 

Had it been anyone else as popular as her, they would have a big fat ego. But Hani is different and that’s why you love her. 

“How was the weekend?” she asks, placing her order for her usual iced americano. You still don’t understand how people consume this as the first thing in the morning. It’s nothing but cold and bitter.  

You grab your iced vanilla latte and take a mouth full of the sweetness, “as usual. Boring. Only me and my couch and netflix” 

“Oh? You could have called me in. I was mostly alone too.” she sips her aa-aa, and makes a delightful face. You scrunch your nose at that. 

“Really? I thought you do those volunteering stuff on weekends?” you two walk towards the elevator while sipping on your beverages. 

“That’s for day-time. I am usually free during the nights. So, try calling me if you need a companion.” she eyes you expectantly. 

You know she feels alone too, just like you. 

Hani came out of her two year long relationship just a few months ago. She probably feels alone during her free time as her partner is not there to entertain her anymore. 

And maybe it’s a good idea. 

Even though you don’t like to extend your professional relationships beyond the gates of your workplace - Hani can be different. 

You can take this friendship a little further, you guess. 

The elevator door slides open, revealing a certain someone you look for a lot these days. 

Taehyung smiles brightly at you. Two strands of his dark hair fall on his forehead, his siren eyes are full of mirth as they quickly dip down to check you out. But then his eyes fall on Hani. And if you are not wrong then they have a brief eye-contact before someone behind asks you and your friend to get inside and make space already. 

An odd feeling blooms inside your chest. 

Taehyung checked you out, that’s for sure. But what were those love eyes that he regarded Hani with? Did he just fall in love at first sight or something of that sort? 

You settle inside the dingy space of the elevator rather uncomfortably - both physically and metaphorically. 

Hani is standing in front of you and Taehyung is just behind your back. You are sandwiched between the two of them and weirdly enough - you don’t feel too good about the situation. Because you can see Taehyung staring at Hani through the glazed metal door or the elevator. Something churns inside of you at the thought of Taehyung being smitten by your work best friend. 

But maybe you are thinking too much? Maybe time will soon prove you wrong. 

Wrong. Everything is wrong. 

Your teammates do an impressive job everyday except for the days when there is an important meeting and you need documented reports. 

Today is one of those days. And today is even more horrifying because this will be your very first meeting with the new CEO who took over less than a month ago. 

Streets say he is as strict as his father if not more. That’s basically all you know about Jeon Jungkook. You don’t know what he looks like or what he sounds like. And that makes you anxious. 

The prospect of having an one-on-one meeting with the new, young CEO has been freaking you out already and now your subordinate had to do a sloppy reporting job.  

“Oh lord! Sooho! Why did you write ‘no penetration this month’ when the chart is at its peak?” You don’t like to scream at all but the migraine that is climbing up through the path of your neck mixes with your frustration and turns your sentence a little more high pitched than what you usually use. 

“Oh?” your teammate blinks at you being dumbfounded, “is that called penetration?” 

“Yes of course? What did you think? We are asking about your sex life in the reports?” you can’t help but mock the boy. 

Laughter echoes through your workspace but it quickly dies down when you glare at your teammates. They mumble apologies but you pretend not to hear any of it. 

“Sorry, seonbae. I will fix it right away.” he runs towards his cubicle. 

“You have five minutes.” you issue a warning. Taking your phone in your hands, you find a text sitting on your screen. 

Taetae: Any plans tonight?

Your chest heaves with the long breath that you inhale upon reading the text. See… Taehyung still wants to see you! It’s you he wants to see! And you went on an overdrive thinking he might ditch you now and start chasing Hani like the other men of the office. 

Your nails clink against your phone screen as you type your reply. 

You: nope. 

You don’t even get the chance of putting down your phone because his reply comes right away. 

Taetae: Then let's get a coffee after work. I will wait at the lounge. 

You: Sounds cool. 

You don’t know what you feel about this one-on-one meeting situation. 

The previous CEO, Mr. Jeon Jae Gyeong, had meetings with all of the department heads at once and got done with it. 

But the younger Mr. Jeon has sent out emails to everyone stating very clearly that he would be changing the meeting format. 

So, now you are here. Waiting outside his massive office (that could fit your entire workspace and still leave space for a snack pantry), on the verge of an anxiety attack. 

The more you wait, the more restless you feel. Your heels start tapping against the floor creating a rapid sound. The CEO’s assistant, a beautiful guy with blonde hair and soft features, looks at you with an assuring smile - as if to tell you that ‘it’s okay. Don’t get your nerves worked up.’ 

you smile back at him feeling a tiny bit better. 

Just then the huge door of the CEO’s office slides open. The head of the finance team walks out and from the look on his face you can tell that his meeting didn’t go too well. 

Your throat dries at the assumption of what you might face when you go inside. 

You are not going to get fired, right? Right?!

Mr. Bae, the finance head, walks out in haste heightening your anxiety even more. 

Just then the assistant receives a call on his line and murmurs something. He looks at you and says, “you may go inside now.” 

Your legs almost give out. You start planning to go home and update your resume to look for opportunities.  

Taking a long breath, you push the door open. 

Your eyes fall on the prominent figure that is sitting on the large mahogany table. His eyes are focused on the ipad. Mouth shut tight, lips pursed, his downturned face is casted with a shadow, which prevents you from taking a good look at his face. 

What you see is the silver ring that glints on his eyebrow. And are those tattoos on his hand? 

Even if he heard you coming in he clearly didn’t plan on providing you with any of his attention. 

“May I come in, Mr. Jeon?” you curse at the way there is zero confidence in your voice. 

He then looks up at you and locks his eyes with yours. 

Holy shit! He is handsome! 

Your chest heaves with another long breath. 

You wait for him to call you inside but he just sits still staring at you with big doe eyes. His gaze is piercing, intimidating and makes you weak on your knees. 

His Adam's apple bobs as he gulps once before clearing his throat, “Miss Y/N. Please come in.” 

You take careful steps towards his desk praying that you don’t trip and embarrass yourself. He ushers his hand towards the chair, asking you to take a seat voicelessly. 

You do as he asks. 

“How are you doing, Miss Y/N?” Jeon Jungkook asks without diverting his piercing gaze from yours. 

He is looking at you so intently as if he has known you for a long time. 

You give him an easy smile, “I’m doing fine, Mr.Jeon. What about you?” you return his courtesy. 

“Doing great.” Jeon Jungkook gives you a very pretty, heart fluttering kind of smile. 

If your heart really flutters a little  - you are not going to dwell upon it. 

“So, let’s talk about work.” he hums as he dives into his laptop and probably opens the reports you have mailed him earlier. 

Taking a minute to check all the reports, he opens his mouth to speak, “pretty impressive. I have gone through the reports from previous months as well and as I am seeing this month's reports - you have been bringing great results. Online traffic is at an all-time high, ad-clicks have gone past the five million mark, there are an average of 20 real-time users and at least 5 of them are from the states. Great. I must say” he pauses to look at you, “I am very impressed.” The last part of his sentence comes out breezy, a little bit suggestive as if his words are not only about your work. 

Your stomach feels light. 

“Thank you sir.” that’s all you manage to reply. Absent-mindedly you take your lower-lip in between your teeth and nip on it. 

The action catches Jungkook’s eyes. 

“Are you nervous?” he places a very unexpected question, catching you off-guard. 

“Ah- yeah. I mean, It’s my very first encounter with you as the CEO, so I could not help being a bit anxious. Apologies if my actions have disappointed you in any way.” you straighten your back and speak confidently this time. 

He doesn’t seem rude at all. You allow yourself to feel at ease. 

“Don’t worry about that. I get you. But be assured I am not going to eat you up.” he giggles. His giggle makes you break into a smile as well. 

“That’s all for the day. Looking forward to working with you…” Jungkook extends his hand towards you. You wrap your smaller one around his palm and he mutters, “...closely.”  

When you look into his eyes, you see mischief. 

“Sure.” you reply, sucking in all the air you could. 

By the time you come out of his room, your heart is thumping inside your ears. 

What the fuck was that? How is he so handsome? And what were those eyes he looked at you with? Why did he murmur ‘closely’ like that? 

No! You are overthinking again! You scold yourself. 

The assistant gives you another smile as you bow at him a little and walk away. You find Hani waiting to be called inside. 

When she sees you, she approaches you with a nervous grin, “how is the new CEO?” she whisper-yells. 

“Very nice and handsome.” you whisper back. She makes an “O” with her mouth before she gets called inside. 

You check your lips once more in the mirror. 

Being too focused on perfecting your lip liner, you don’t see Hani coming inside the washroom. You only become attentive of her presence when she smacks your ass. 

“Ouch!” a painful groan leaves your lips, “don’t do this! People might think we are dating!” 

“I’d have totally dated you if I wasn’t straight.” Hani chuckles standing beside you, “what’s the occasion tho? Have a date or something?” 

“Nope. Gonna meet Taehyung for a quick coffee.” 

Hani’s eyes wide at that, “Taehyung? As in Kim Taehyung from the legal team?” 

“Yup.” 

“Ohh hooo” she sings “I didn’t know you guys have coffees with each other, huh?” 

“It’s not what you think, Hani.” you look at her, raising a brow. 

“Oh? Really? But I think he is a good guy. He even greeted me when we met during lunch and I’m sure he didn’t even know me before this morning.” 

Huh? Taehyung greeted Hani? That’s weird. Because he hardly ever smiles at people he doesn’t know properly. 

You don’t let your expression give away your thoughts when you murmur a little ‘yeah’ to your friend. 

Teahyung looks like a painting - or better - a sculpture as he sits there facing the huge window of the lounge. 

He is devastatingly handsome. A smile creeps up to your lips without you realizing so. 

This time you walk confidently, marching towards him as if you own it all. The sound of your heels against the floor makes him face you and look up at you.

“Hey” he greets you as you sit down across from him. 

“Hi” you greet back, waving your hand to a waiter. 

“How was the day?” Taehyung asks, once you are done placing your order. 

“Nerve-wracking. I almost fainted before the one-on-one meeting.” you recall the incidents, then the man. 

Jeon Jungkook’s handsome face flashes before your eyes for a second. 

Taehyung chuckles at your answer, “I know. Jungkook can be really intimidating.” 

You pout, “oh? You’re talking as if you know him personally?” 

“Actually yes. We are not at all close and probably talked a few times but we share the same group of friends.” 

Your eyebrows shoot towards your hairline at the information, “Really? That’s great. It would have been easy for you to face him then.” 

“Oh god! Not at all! He had me pinned at my seat for the entire meeting. All serious expressions and no smile.” Taehyung grimaces at the memory. 

“He smiled at me though. Actually… giggled. He was super nice.” you start recalling the encounter again. 

“He must have really liked you.” Taehyung muses. 

Is he jealous? You ask yourself. Even though Teahyung sounds anything but envious. 

“By the way, Y/N. I asked you to meet today for a selfish reason.” he smiles sheepishly. 

“What is it?” you ask sipping your coffee that just arrived. 

“Are you close to Hani?” 

As soon as the words leave Taehyung's lips, your world stops moving. You know what is about to come and it breaks your heart but you are determined not to show it on your face. 

“Yeah. why?” you manage to voice upon gulping the lump that formed in your throat. 

All of a sudden Taehyung lunches forward grasping your hands with his big ones, “help me please. Set me up with her! Pleaaaaseeeee” his boxy smile is on full view. 

Once that smile warmed you up but right now you feel nothing but cold. 

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some more general spitballing for the pirate zuko au:

once katara gets over her rough start with him, she's actually glad to have another waterbender around. kou's status as Most Experienced Waterbender in the group is a temporary one, but he enjoys it while he can.

local pirate still steals things on the regular. it's just a habit at this point.

kou picked his new name by using the last half of his old one, because he's not very creative when put on the spot. it's a total coincidence that it sounds like koh, but he feels like it's vaguely appropriate, given that he's already had half of his face stolen from him.

traveling via appa has him missing the ocean.

neither aang, nor katara or sokka think to tell toph that kou is fire nation. they think it's obvious- but of course, toph is blind, so she just assumes that since he's a waterbender, he's water tribe. it's kou who has to clear up this misunderstanding.

they forge a tight bond. former rich kids who were forbidden to learn their element and who embraced a less than legal lifestyle in secret? hell yeah. they've got one eye between them and they're ready to be absolute menaces.

aang has to step in so many time because people keep trying to arrest kou. his reputation as a pirate proceeds him.

sokka, as they're being attacked by the sea serpent at serpent's pass: i know! kou should try talking to him. they're kin, right?

kou: NO?????

(toph's nickname for him is, inevitably, sea serpent.)

the gaang just learns to accept that roughly 80% of kou's proposed plans involve illegal activity. you can take the pirate off of his ship, but you can't take the pirate out of the boy.

if you think kou isn't still incorporating breakdancing into his waterbending well. you'd be wrong. pretty sure it drives pakku nuts whenever he does it. that is NOT even remotely a proper waterbending form, young man.

kou: and yet. it works.

zuko's status as a waterbender was likewise hidden from mai and ty lee. when it comes out in the open, they have plenty of questions for azula. she just shrugs and says that her brother is a freak of nature.

learning that his great-grandfather was avatar roku finally clicks things into place for kou. that's why he's a waterbender.

imagine everyone's surprise when the person who gets arrested in chin village is aang, not kou.

local pirate still carries two water skins to go with his dual dao. just absolutely dedicated to the art of dual-wielding. at least it means they have a little more water on them when they're traveling through the desert.

kou meeting the swampbenders and realizing that there are other waterbenders out there who aren't water tribe.

whenever kou brushes off his high society skills, it always throws everyone for a loop. like. oh yeah. you were a prince at one point, weren't you?

it is a beautiful day in ba sing se, and you are a horrible pirate.

the dai li hate him! local pirate infiltrates their base and sets the avatar's sky bison free and departs with plenty of physical proof of their underhanded activities. thanks for keeping meticulous records long feng!

the gaang is jut like. we left you alone for FIVE MINUTES.

the gaang arrives in the fire nation and immediately sets to work spreading rumors that a.) prince zuko is alive and b.) was born a waterbender.

kou's just offended toph started the scams without him. hello? you didn't think to ask the pirate to do scams with you?

kou has zero talent for healing. he has no idea why it's so looked down on and dismissed as 'women's work' when it's actually incredibly difficult to learn.

(hama touches kou's cheek and says it's such a shame. he could have been such a handsome young man. kou is keenly aware she's touching the right half of his face.)

the day of black sun like. your prince has returned. he's a waterbender now. the solar eclipse has taken away your bending, but it hasn't taken away his.

(he still gets to confront his father. he winds up having to dodge his lightning because he can't redirect it.)

he and katara tag team that final fight against azula. kou picks the palace courtyard on purpose. there's water that runs underneath it. it's the perfect place to fight a souped up firebender.

[feveredvisions]

Devil's Playground

(Jan Da Souza Monologue from Episode 10)

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Author's note: This is what I think went on in Jan's head in episode 10 until she imploded then exploded. Love women stabbing their fuckass husband that gives them hell!! <33 I'm currently finishing one for Harry's POV. Stabbed, relieved, and bleeding in love. Making the most out of my luteal phase with this <33

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Idle thoughts become the devil's playground. Maybe it's because I've been a complacent, good fucking wife (I better fucking be) and a decent mum, I think, but I’m starting to question that now.

Kept my mouth shut—well, to be fair, I barely have friends to run my mouth with. I had one. Alice who turns out never was a friend to me nor my family…nor the family my husband has worked for almost his entire life.

His entire. Fucking. Life. The life that should've been ours alone. Shared. Cherished. Until death do us part.

Harry and I started with a spark. Good girl meets a forbidden boy. He wasn't like the other boys. Always looked at me weird for sitting with him on the park bench because his presence kept the weirdos away. I fancied that. He kept me safe. Fell in love with him because, well, he's beautiful and everything I never knew existed and needed. I just knew I wanted him in my life.

I had to have him no matter what it cost me. And I’m thinking now that, oh, this comes with the costs of being with Harry, so who am I to complain?

A protector, neither an angel nor a devil, a wounded intellectual loyalist who could fight a hundred men to death and remain standing to the end of it all because he decides when he falls. And he decided to fall with me. Into me. Or maybe that was a young hormonal thing for the both of us that gave me Gina. My beautiful darling girl. I do see a lot of Harry in her, softened by her femininity and a bit of mine too. I keep trying to go back, to remember where it all went wrong to lead up to this. Then I remember I asked for all this.

Finally deciding to free my blinding urge from its worn chain to drive the slicing knife into Harry's hard and tender flesh. I've never driven up a knife on someone’s warm flesh but it took a lot of rage and madness in me to push it all the way into the hilt. To push through that tender fleshy resistance. Pretty sure I felt the tearing of the strands or something. I tried pulling it back out but my adrenaline wore off just as fast as it exploded out of me. I expected it to come off quickly like pulling it out of a watermelon but it was firmly stuck.

I mean, fuck! I've never stabbed someone before! Alright, to be clear, I did not stab him on purpose, despite my thoughts like I've always been sure of it. It was an accident! Although, I have thought of stabbing Harry sometimes. Strangling him. Suffocating with my pillow while he's asleep, but he was barely in bed and barely asleep before something comes up for him to fix or deal with or all of the above and more but of course barely us.

His own fucking family.

Everything had always revolved around those bloody rotten and greedy Harrigan cunts. Including my life. Even my daughter's life now too who's shagging with the psychotic young Harrigan who's not gotten an ounce of good in him, but what can I do? What power do I have? I've given up all my power ever since I married Harry. I shouldn't have loved him too much.

Love is war and I’m the one bleeding out in no man’s land.

Stabbing Harry almost to the heart was nothing. He took bullets, legal charges, lives, my fucking life all for the Harrigans—now I get to fucking have this. My rage. I deserved this freedom. This purging. This greatest form of expression for my—fuck, it's not even madness. It's the clarity of my rage. My therapist told me to have a sit down with Harry and talk to him (he never made it to our couple therapy sessions). What was the fucking point paying her right? He sits down to sip his coffee, play house, then gets up to dash off his another fucking family. There never was anything of him left for us. For me! The only friend I thought I had turned out to be a lying cunt and was using me for intel. I can't even have real fucking friends! Let alone a real fucking marriage! I’ve been a third fiddle in my own goddamn life.

And why the fuck would Harry, my fucking husband whom I've told several times that I could care less about what he does as long as he keeps us out out of it, tell me about some fucking criminal cunt being dead? He never listens!

Fucking Richie Stevenson's dead. So bloody fucking what? Everything's going to be different now MY FUCKING ARSE. HE DARED PROMISE A CHANGE? HOW MANY TIMES HAD HE BROKEN A PROMISE HE'D KEEP US SAFE ONLY TO BE PUT RIGHT IN THE WOLF'S DEN AND NOW IM FUCKED AND MY DAUGHTER'S FUCKED BY A HARRIGAN NOW TOO! EVERYTHING'S FUCKING FUCKED AND IM SUPPOSED TO BE ALL FUCKIN RIGHT WITH IT AND JUST COOPERATE! 

So yes, of course, that's fucking nice, is it?

New start. A fresh clean spotless slate for everyone. Eat dinner, pack our stuff and go back home and play happy fucking families! Hurrah! Just what I was expecting! Oh you know, my life had just been in shambles being dragged out to wherever my husband's job takes him. Floating cat shit emporiums. To the Cotswolds castle of the Harrigan maniacs. And just this morning, returning to the second safehouse in the woods with the insides charred, reeking of gunpowder and the sickening smell of blood like it was the slaughterhouse. Just fucking bodies limp on the floor with guns. Blood splattered everywhere. Human fucking blood you know. And gunshot marks and just the loud deafening silence.

And then a fucking husband coming home to me telling me he just killed Richard Stevenson and fuck knows who else like oh, darling, you must've been starving! Took a lot of energy out of you, didn't it? He was one hell of a cunt wasn't he, that Richie? Let me make you some tea while I prepare dinner and you can tell me aaaaall about it, my dear sweet husband.

WHO THE FUCK? LIVES LIKE THIS? No matter what I say, how I say what I say, pouring my heart out, my frustrations out, Harry just looks at me like my therapist does. Or like a customer service receptionist does. At least my therapist and customer service agents got their empathy script. Harry just fucking looked at me like I'm one of the problems he'll easily deal with. I'M NOT A FUCKING BUSINESS TO DEAL WITH! IM HIS FUCKING WIFE FOR FUCK’S SAKE! I look at him, and I almost don't recognise him. Who the fuck was this man standing before me telling me to come back home with him? Did he just hear everything I said and yelled at him? I don’t know how else to get through to him…fuck…

I really tried to keep it all in. Continued slicing the stupid carrots. Was it true that fingers are like carrots? They’re easily bitten off? I couldn’t! I fucking couldn't. God, how easy it is to just explode for once. Come on, Jan, just try a bit more. Just take it all out on the carrots. Ignore the buzzing and the sharp linoleum sound scratching in your ears.

Is this what slicing fingers off feel like? I’m spilling, I can’t keep up a conversation while I'm fucking slicing shit for dinner and having some sort of an adrenaline rush from keeping myself together.

Harry buzzing in my ear like I’m a medical patient being patiently told protocol. Fuck this. Fuck Harry. Fuck everything. Fuck the Harrigans. 

I winced. The knife clattered against the slicing board as I nicked my finger with the sharp end. Fuck I knew this was coming. Nothing good comes out of a raging rush. I’m full of it. Warm, At the back of my head, almost sucking me out of consciousness. Like an almost stroke, I presume. Harry tried to touch me to look at the damage. I turn away and tend to myself. Then he steps closer. I should tend to the blood gushing out of the cut and fuck off. EVERYONE NEEDS TO FUCK OFF.

I was hot and cold from my own fury. I wanted to tear this stupid fucking house apart with my bare hands. I really could.

Harry made the mistake of looking after my finger cut. It was too much. So I push him away with my other good hand with a quick stab of the paring knife on his chest. Pinning him to a stop in place. Wait, I didn’t grab the knife and just stab him didn’t I?

I sharply turn my head around to look at him.

Oh shit.

Oh fuck, I did.

The black knife handle sticking out of his chest. Pierced through his black sweater. Lodged to the hilt inside his flesh where it shouldn’t be.

The adrenaline from my rage wore off quicker than it spilled out of me. Now I’m a cold, weak , shaky thing. My heart seizing itself. Me gasping for air as it dawned on me. A cold fucking realisation pouring over my brain.

I just fucking stabbed my own husband. Fucking hell that's the furthest I've gotten through to him. My therapist would be...well... she'd understand.

And it took just that to bring him back to me. My Harry. Mine.

My throat tightened up. Lips pouted and quivered. It stung at the top of my sinus and spread upwards my head like stinging needles prickling at my head as tears blurred my eyes.

I cried, whimpering pathetically as I followed my now impaled husband to the foyer. Panicking. Shit. How the fuck was he so calm? I’d rather he scream in pain or something. You know the hysterics actors do.

A small knife shouldn't do much, right? What was the shit they taught in first aid… alright don't pull the shit out of whatever it’s stabbed in or the fucking blood spurts out and Harry will be a limp bag of bones and flesh.

Just follow him, keep the knife there, and keep it fucking together, Jan. Fuck am I going to lose him? Well, at least Gina and I would be free. But then what the fuck do I do without this fucking idiot of my husband? Until death do us part. At least, he’s still mine if I ever lose him now. Not to some Harrigan cunt.

He wills himself not to collapse. I know. I see how he operates like he has his own team of command centre inside his brain operating on extreme self-preservation.

We sit on the settee. My body on heightened fucking-do-something. I look at the knife handle. It’s really all the fucking way in.

And then for the first time in a while, Harry smiles at me. Almost laughing before he even gets to talk. Like I'd just tickled his fancy.

“Now you've really got my full attention.” What a fucking idiot. Now the man's a fucking joker and a romantic. My throat squeezed, lower lip trembled as more tears spilled out of my eyes. There was nothing I could do that will make him despise me is there?

Would've been funny if I wasn't on the verge of losing him to a paring knife I hadn't meant to lodge into his body. Terrified that I’d done that myself as an impulse, like instead of pushing him away when he tried to tend to my finger cut, I just stabbed the knife at him. Completely normal and natural.

Fuck it I’ll own up to it. Hell, I've stayed in this marriage longer than a normal person ever could. I'm way past any shame nor regret. I'm not even sure if I've ever caught them. Owning up to…accidentally almost murdering my husband would be nothing.

Has anyone died over a paring knife? It shouldn't be too long to ruin any organ, is it? Idiot was still smiling. Couldn't even laugh completely. Wouldn't. Self-preservation shit. I imagine it must be uncomfortable laughing with a knife in you. Well, Harry had been the knife in my life that I willingly took and I’m still standing with my hair fucking done, house spotless despite all the fuckening that has happened.

But then again, he could've told me, fine, Jan, I'll sign the goddamn divorce papers, you mad fucking bitch. And I’m filing a case against you for stabbing me.

He didn't. Just a reassurance that it's fine and it's okay with every curse and my panicked whimpering of his name. My, "Fuck, Harry," as met by a grunt and an "It's okay," from him. Fucking impossible that man is but he is the way he is. Still mine.

I let out a breath. So I hadn't lost him at all.

Exactly this shit would be a perfect ground to dissolve our marriage. A crazed, pent up wife accidentally stabs his husband. Some subconscious shit surfacing. Attempted murder. Textbook madness. Maybe I had always meant to do it.

But Harry's made his decision and I've also made mine.

I look at his dopey smiling face again, then at the knife handle that stuck out on his chest comically. The impaled spot slowly bloomed with blood, soaking through the dark fabric, making it obscenely darker and glistening.

It'll always pour, won't it?

[hadesoftheladies]

so according to men and boys, their chief reasons for hating women as of late are that “women cheat” and “men’s lives are easily put away in jail due to false rape allegations because people believe women more”

and what’s funny about this is I can understand a guy’s frustration when he’s expected by both society and the woman he’s seeing to accept financial extortion because it does happen (just not as frequently as men like to believe). and I also personally know of two guys who have been falsely accused of SA. they’re right to feel resentful of that.

but what’s especially funny to me is how men treat these experiences as uniquely their own while also overblowing their concerns. convicted rapists barely see jail, and while most of these men who have been falsely accused experience some distress, neither of them have ever faced repercussions beyond a few board meetings and are almost always supported and accepted back into their communities once the air clears (with people flagellating themselves for ever doubting them). there’s like no way in hell these guys were ever going to see an actual jail cell because the burden of proof is always on victims and female victims are already doubly discredited by society and the legal system because they’re female. it’s discrimination 101. false rape accusations do happen but they 1. usually don’t see a day in court, 2. practically never result in a conviction. and the idea that people believe women more is absurd. men and women know what men do to women in society, as even the men in these examples acknowledged. they know the prevalence of rape and rapist rhetoric but somehow still believe that men who are falsely accused are under equal threat as women being raped and never seeing justice. it’s insane.

it’s the underlying hypocrisy of it all, because if men on average saw women as human as opposed to property (either private or public) they’d acknowledge the full context. if they were being even remotely sincere. yeah women cheat, but men have a higher cheating average. men literally cheat more brazenly and often. it’s so globally prevalent that we have idioms for it. yeah men can be financially extorted by female partners, but you know the demographic most used to physical and domestic extortion for ungrateful partners? you know who knows exactly what it’s like to be taken for granted in a relationship? ask your fucking mothers. like if men saw women as legitimate human beings they’d be quicker to feel a sense of camaraderie with them, and that’s actually how I separate the wheat from the chaff. genuine men will get cheated on by their girlfriend or wife and instead of going “these ungrateful bitches are all the same” will just talk about how much it sucks with women who have had the same “bad luck” because they recognize it as a shared human experience. that’s the test most male “victims” never seem to pass. simply relating with other victims.

and isn’t it even more hilarious how men who talk about fearing false accusations and how it ruins their lives have practically zero sympathy for the women and girls whose job opportunities and reputations are tarnished because men made deepfake porn of them? if women were truly out to get men and actually believed their accusations would make a difference, why aren’t they the ones making deepfakes of these men and these scenarios? why do these dumbasses genuinely believe that rich and powerful billionaire men are somehow the best most successful targets of lower-income no-name women? how deluded are you to believe that the woman in this scenario has more power explicitly because of her femaleness and that her femaleness somehow has more social sway than his money, fame and maleness?

I can’t believe we let such people have jobs and drive cars.

[velveteenoutlaw]

it's ya boy back with more Morston hcs literally no one asked for

but wait, it's the

♡ generic modern au edition ♡

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John is still a bisexual disaster Arthur is still the gayest bear, but this time he's trans

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John works at one of those drive through oil change places. he fucking hates it.

Arthur keeps telling him he can get him a job at the repair shop he works at. John just shrugs him off (he thinks he's not smart enough :(( ).

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Arthur works for Dutch and Hosea at their 100% legal and above board used car dealership / repair shop. he'll work on cars, he'll repo cars, but he'd rather eat a tire than sell cars.

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When Arthur's not driving his tow truck, he drives a vintage pickup truck that Dutch gifted him. how Dutch acquired the vehicle is still up for debate.

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John is a biker at heart, but drives an ancient old toyota corolla :(

it's a piece of shit and no one knows how he keeps it running. even Arthur can't figure out how John's got it jury-rigged.

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like his car, John's phone is a piece of shit with a busted screen. he keeps Arthur's name in his phone as things like Daddy Big Dick. it makes Arthur cringe, but he kinda loves it.

Arthur's phone an older model (if it works, don't replace it), but its in pretty good shape. he always keeps a heavy duty case on it because he's always dropping it.

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John was really nervous about telling Arthur he was a single dad. he was convinced Arthur wouldn't be interested in him anymore once he told him.

Arthur was a little unsure at first, more worried what Abigail would think of him than anything.

Abigail herself was apprehensive at first, mostly because the first time she met Arthur he had just come from a...rough repo job. but once she saw what a nervous mess this mass of a man was around her, she warmed up quick.

Jack loves his uncle Arthur.

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Arthur still journals and draws. he also dabbles in ballpoint, colored pencils and watercolor. the diner he frequents has some of his napkin art on the walls. Hosea also tapes up every doodle of Arthur's that he finds around the shop.

John has hinted a few times he'd like Arthur to design him a tattoo. Arthur just shrugs him off, saying his art isn't good enough to get tattooed. John's about ready to steal one of the sketches from the diner or shop and get it done.

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speaking of tattoos, John has a ton. most of them were done in shops, but he does have a decent number of scratchers.

John collects flash sale tatts like stamps. Arthur will go with him, but John hasn't been able to talk him into any. yet.

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after they move in together they fall very quickly into the old married couple trope. every little routine they share feels so natural.

the early morning person, Arthur Morgan, wakes a little after dawn to start coffee and breakfast. he usually has a cup by himself before dragging John out of bed.

John wasn't used to more than an energy drink and cigarette for breakfast before Arthur.

if they're not planning on going out for lunch, John will have a cigarette and pack them sandwiches.

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neither one were very good cooks when they met. after they moved in together they both started learning so they could cook decent meals for the other. ♡

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John is banned from getting in the shower with Arthur. he can't keep his hands to himself, the shower is way too small for both of them, and John likes showers hot enough to melt skin.

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John loves helping Arthur with his injections. it makes him feel really close to Arthur. it gives him the most intense warm feeling that Arthur trusts him enough to let him know and see that side of him, and that he trusts John to handle his HRT (and trusts him with a syringe lmao).

Arthur thinks John likes doing it so he has an excuse to touch his thighs. to him, his HRT is about the same as his SSRIs: just a medication he takes.

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Arthur was blessed with small tits pre-transition. over the years he’s worked on his chest to the point he could go topless without many second glances, however he’s still self-conscious about it so he doesn’t.

he’s sort of played with the idea of top-surgery, but doesn’t want to pay for it or be out of commission for any time at all. he’s also a little paranoid that he’d lose some of the feeling in his chest/nipples and he fucking loves them touched in bed.

on particularly dysphoric days he’ll either put on one of his Dysphoria Hoodies™️ or bust out one of his binders.

John is a little obsessed with Arthur’s binders as they look like tight crop tops. he's tried and failed to convince Arthur to wear crop tops (even tho he’d be hot as fuck).

Arthur's still a top.

John's still a bratty bottom.

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John sucks strap with all his heart. one day he will get Arthur to cum through that silicone dick.

John had never really used toys before, but he's gotten very used to them. he loves picking out which dick Arthur fucks him with. his favorite is an average sized one that matches Arthur's skin almost perfectly. it's not special in anyway other than he can tell it makes Arthur absolutely euphoric to look down and see it.

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when he's not choking on Arthur's strap, he's making a goddamn meal out of Arthur's tdick. he likes to make a show of moaning and bobbing his head as he sucks him off, it makes it impossible for Arthur to look away.

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before John, Arthur would have considered himself pretty vanilla. now Arthur loves putting on his leather chaps and swatting his pretty pony with his favorite riding crop.

Arthur's still a big fan of frotting. especially if John's bound, and overstimulated, and whimpering. ♡

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[the-rodent-of-shalott]

Apologists of Tom "let me gaslight my girlfriend and call her difficult when she shows distress as I pressure her into sex and ignore clear signs she isn't ready for it" Sloan still can't accept the fact that the misogynistic "man knows best" train-wreck this entire "relationship" was deservedly fell apart and was never endgame. To the point they can't even get canon right.

For starters, Daria is 16 in the first 2 seasons and 18 in the following ones - which is the reason the disastrous plot described above even took place (I remember that and I have not rewatched most of the episodes in 20 years). Sexist male producers who self inserted as Tom couldn't refrain from sexually objectifying the "now legal" female character as she hit the age of legal adulthood and they did it vicariously through Tom.

Not even Daria/Tom first kiss was written as a development Daria would have any agency in, as it was initiated by Tom and was male driven and male focused through and through.

Daria, in the scene in question, was in fact explaining to Tom why they cannot be together and asked him to respect her bond with Jane. She opened up to him about her vulnerability and loneliness as a child, how important it was for her to find a like minded individual in Jane and how he, Tom, got in the way of said bond and was now making shameless advances on Daria (sometimes in front of Jane) because he was fetishizing her intellectualism ("you're not like other girls, I'm the only one who gets you, unlike those lowly high school jocks who have neither my depth nor my money"; and "I would never treat you badly even though I treated my ex - and your best friend - badly because she didn't deserve anything else but you are so much better than her" - less hyperbolically, but this is effectively what Tom said at some point).

And how does Tom respond to Daria asking him to take distance and not drive further wedge between her and Jane because their mutual support and friendship was vitally important to her mental health? He preys on that vulnerability Daria has just expressed and instigates a kiss against Daria's spoken, explicitly stated wishes.

Because it is so "cute" when a man thinks "no" means "yes" (and from a girl who is the best friend of his current girlfriend, no less). That is, even though Daria, in no uncertain terms, said she doesn't want her and Tom's interactions to progress further because it would be emotionally traumatizing for both her and Jane and would destroy the only real support system she ever had.

But Tom took advantage of the situation and of Daria's vulnerability, loneliness (conveniently, by isolating her from Jane and vice versa, and rendering them both more vulnerable than ever before) and her lack of romantic experience with men, assuming he is "the best she can hope for". Read: "She won't be as demanding as Jane who - *gasp* - expected respect and to be appreciated as a woman rather than be reduced to a "manic pixie dream girl" fetish who can be engaged with occasional conversations about Kafka and tv junk like Sick Sad World.

And when Daria vocalizes distress ("dammit, dammit") over the kiss HE initiated? Tom arrogantly responds with "I liked it too".

Because, you see, "boys will be boys" (d'awwww!).

Because, you see, high standards are for "shallow and superficial bimbos" like Brittany who almost always instigated kisses and intimacy with Kevin of her own volition and by taking charge of her sexuality.

Good, acceptable Madonna-type women should never be allowed this amount of romantic agency lest they be slut-shamed and lose their "not like other girls" status and, with that, lose all the appeal in the eyes of the superior men like Tom. Who know what they need better than those women themselves do (and when they need it, too).

It is also not like the Madonna/Vixen dichotomy (one that male producers and their avatar Tom were ferociously imposing on us and on Daria) is a deliberately misleading invention of patriarchy and women/girls can have positive and healthy relationships with men/boys without either gender group being pushed into the box, as shown by Jodie and Mack.

A man ignoring boundaries and taking advantage of a vulnerable inexperienced girl while isolating her from her main support system is the "progressive" storyline (and Jane is the one who has to eventually become Daria/Tom cheerleader and effectively serve Daria to him on a silver platter to absolve him of not only responsibility but even the need to put in any basic work; Jane's trauma of being wronged is brushed aside completely for the benefit of Tom's wants).

You know, unlike a storyline when a "hormonal and stupid" teenage girl is having a perfectly natural coming off age experience and navigates her attraction to a young man several years her senior whom she has preexisting, non-traumatic connection with (formed by choice and through another person she trusts - her best friend). And who never, at any point, pressured her into sexual relationship through gaslighting and insults or ignored her boundaries. Who saw Daria's crush on him but never reciprocated while she was a minor and never took advantage of her lack of experience in the romantic department or the fact that he was her first strong feeling.

Who was also in an equal relationship with a girl his age and although Trent and Monique's involvement may not have been a long time commitment material it is perfectly healthy for people their age to be with partners they feel comfortable around and have common interests with, even if it's not meant to last.

Which, in itself, shows that Trent was fully capable of navigating age appropriate adult partnership as opposed to being either a miserable sexist nerd with hidden violent tendencies (the type that misogynists in charge of the show decided to throw at Daria in earlier seasons whose name I cannot even remember) or a privileged manipulator who thinks hitting on and kissing his girlfriend's female friend without said friend's consent is a way to be fulfilled.

I open up my tumblr. I see @bellaaldamas inbox me the truth and gospel.

[hurrraaid]

Wait wait. based on your last post. How WOULD the COD Falcon boys handle a long hot car trip for bird class in the middle of no where go?

I think Gaz is the only employee that Price trusts to drive long distance with the birds.

Roach and könig can't drive.

Legally neither can ghost

Rudy and Ale would get lost because wtf is Scottish countryside.

And soap has ADHD and can't concentrate that long.

[fated-mates]

Elda Minger was the first romance novelist to put condom use on the page. When we spoke to her about the choice she made, she told us about the realities of the world before Roe, when abortion was neither safe nor legal. This remains one of the most powerful conversations we’ve had on Fated Mates, and we are so lucky that Elda came to talk to us.

As we watch women die throughout the country in the wake of draconian abortion bans, we hope you’ll listen to Elda, and make a plan to vote for this Tuesday.

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Transcription:

I remember the reason I put in the condom, and this is funny 'cause I hadn't thought about this in years, this will sound like the Stone Age to you guys because you're much younger. I grew up in a town, I went to high school in a town of 1200 people. It was still very much a, I would call it a boy's town, like lots of hunting, fishing, ice fishing, skiing, sledding. Women were, you know, married young, had their kids and kind of disappeared is the only way I can put it. They disappeared. And marriage, I remember Jessie Bernard once said, a sociologist, she said, "Marriage is a great deal for men and children, but not so great for women." And I remember reading that and thinking, "Yep." When women did not have access to birth control, and biologically, the sex drive is strong. I had numerous friends who got pregnant, and back in the day, there was no abortion. If you could find a doctor you could go, you could get someone to do the job, and then if you started bleeding out, you went to the emergency room. And I had two friends, older sisters, they told me later on, it was like the most terrifying experience of their lives, which is why abortion must always be safe and legal. But you had two choices. And I had two girlfriends in high school who, their beginning of their senior year or summer of their junior year, whatever, they went to visit their aunt, and they came back and they looked gutted. And I never forgot the look in their eyes, like dead eyes, because they had had their baby and given it up for adoption, because that was the option or you cornered the guy and married him, and if he thought he was trapped, it was not a good marriage, and it usually ended up in divorce. So birth control back then, I worked at a drugstore and the condoms were in a glass case behind the pharmaceutical counter. You could only buy them if you were married. This is how bad things were. You know, when I look back, it's like God, it was like the Stone Age. But the thing was, I couldn't in good faith, and all the romances, the historicals of course, they would have sex and then she'd be pregnant and there'd be a big brouhaha, but in the end he would love the baby. But with a contemporary I thought, "I can't do this. I can't do this." And I had interesting parents because my mother is from Puerto Rico, staunch Roman Catholic, could not have the sex talk with me. So my dad was like, "This is very embarrassing, but we're going to have the sex talk, and I don't think I can look at you while we do this, but you need to be protected." And I remember he told me, "Teenage boys will do anything. They would do a knothole in a plank. You have to understand this about male nature. And he said, "They will tell you, "I love you." They will promise you the moon and you are a very romantic girl, and you will have sex with him. And Monday morning he will be telling all his friends at school and you will be brokenhearted." And that did happen to one of my girlfriends, where she gave it up to a guy, and she was the town pump for the last two years of high school, and she never had a boyfriend because she didn't dare. And I remember thinking, "God, that's awful!" But you know, my dad taught college and he said, "Many a woman's college career was derailed because some guy said, "I love you. I'll be with you forever." And she ended up raising the baby with her and her mom and dropping out of school. And he said, "I don't want that for you. I don't know how more plainly to put it." And I was like, "Got it, Dad. Got it." Because he was pretty, I mean he said, "I don't expect you to be a virgin when you're married. It's different times, but pick a man who likes women." And I was at 16, so stupid, 14, "Daddy, all men like women." And he's like, "No, they don't. Pick a man who really does like and treasure women." So when I approached Untamed Heart, I thought, "Okay, I've got to somehow put birth control into it." And I said to Vivian, "Can I do that?" And she said, "If you can figure out a way to make it work, I'm all for it."

[nothingbutnowhere]

Hockey player au! John "Soap" Mactavish headcanons

Note: extremely suggestive of ghoap and a little hint of ghoap x reader if you are so inclined to read it that way (she/her used)

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Defenseman. Loves getting dirty in the d-zone corners, double teaming opponents and getting his stick in there, but still good at penetrating the o-zone and he's not afraid to drop down and hammer it in. The puck that is. (these are all things I've heard on broadcasts of NHL games, the innuendos that the play by play guys use are insane).

Menace! Absolute fucking menace!!! Mean bastard on the ice, intense in the locker room during games. Sass and tough guy act during media availability, all part of his rugged charm. But practice with the boys? He gets silly. Watch out! You could be getting pranked.

Backcheck, forecheck, paycheck. Heavy hits along the walls, BIG open ice hits, and killer hip checks (my personal favorite). Throws the type of hits everyone is always arguing about on twitter 🙄 He can be found in front of the net pushing and shoving opponents around. If you want a stick in the back he's your guy. Many, many a player has ended up in a headlock, getting a face wash after the whistle. On the shorter side for a hockey player which broadcasters always bring up but you'd never know by just watching him on the ice (they just hate a short king (anything under 6' is short in the NHL)).

He'll fight anyone, including the refs because that was a terrible icing call he absolutely had the guy beat! No he was onside! Tripping?! He dove!

Constantly dropping the gloves and getting into trouble. He'd be an enforcer if he wasn't a damn good player too. It's a good thing the players union keeps the fines low.

There's a whole YouTube page dedicated to his fights and hits with paragraphs of arguments on the legalities in the comments.

Scar on his chin from a skate cut during a game. Very scary in the moment because it bled a lot. Needed a ton of stitches but no major damage. 

Has more points than you'd think for a non-offensive defenseman. He really is good in the corners and swiping pucks off sticks, popping them out to the offense. Many goals have been scored by a Soap takeaway and a stretch pass to spring Gaz for a breakaway.

He'll tackle his teammates during their or his celly. He really truly cares about the boys. It's evident in the way he plays, how intense he is on the bench, and the helmet kisses. Wait, what? Yep, hockey players will sometimes show physical affection via helmet or even a kiss on the cheek. Not often, but it's all very sweet 🥹 Drives hockey twitter wild.

Chews on his mouth guards like they owe him money and he can extract it by destroying them.

Oh, you wanna fuck with Ghost? You're gonna have to go through him first. Will go feral on a guy for so much as breathing in the direction of his goalie. Ghost appreciates him very much. Probably. The bond between a goalie and his defensemen is so special, something you'll hear (in not so many words) from Soap himself. At the end of a win he'll have the longest head bonk to Ghost. Saying what? We'll never know cause neither of them will ever be mic'd up.

I say this for Gaz too but THIGH. This man's thighs are tree trunks. Rucks up short shorts on purpose. For the media. And the guys. Ask twitter and they can provide many examples.

Mic'd up status: You cannot. Under any circumstances. Mic this guy up. You'd have to bleep the whole thing for broadcast. Shorsey levels of explicit, he's gotten unsportman like conduct penalties for it. He and Gaz are a dangerous duo when it comes to chirps.

Hockey hair status: Excellent. Mohawk is 10/10. Starts a new trend with the kids. Absolutely does warmups without his helmet to show off the flow. (Could also see him with a mullet 100%). Ends up with so much facial hair during the playoffs

Roster pic: kinda bad :( why does he look surprised? Why is his face so red? His hair is fucked up?? They didn't even fix his trademark look?! Where the fuck did they just pull him from to take this photo??? (I love when players have shitty roster photos idk it's so funny to me)

WAG status: only recently in a serious relationship. She's sweet and pretty, instantly good friends with the other WAGs and taken under their wing since this is all very new to her. Surprisingly, has dark hair (most hockey WAGs seem to be blond??). Posts a lot on social media, generally seems to be having a great time. Always seems like Ghost is in the background of pictures of her and Soap? Hmmm.... Don't ask twitter about that.

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I do NOT consent for my works, part of my works, or my ideas to be used for ANY form of AI.

More hockey au: Ghost | Soap | Gaz | Price

Note: WAG stands for wife and girlfriend or the plural, used to refer to sports guy's significant others. Yes it is heteronormative.

A/N: I didn't factor nationality into this. There have been very few Scottish-born NHL players and all of them were raised in Canada. Do with that what you will. I'll never actually write fics for this, but I have headcanons. I know a moderate amount about hockey and next to nothing about cod so apologies. Completely unserious. Just some silly little thoughts :) plus letterkenny reference!

[miniseokminnies]

I Do - Lee Seokmin

Pairing - Lee Seokmin x Reader (gender not explicitly mentioned but reader wears a dress)

Genre - Childhood friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, non-idol au

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings - Cheating, seokmin and reader are slightly toxic, cussing, implied sex, using “pussy” as a playful insult, one scene with a needle, i think that’s it

Synopsis - When you get a wedding invitation from an old friend you start to realize a lot about yourself.

I Do - Lee Seokmin

"Wasn't that supposed to be you?" you looked up at your roommate as she was sliding something over your daily crossword.

Glancing down you took in exactly what it was.

Save The Date 1.3.2024

The Marriage of

Lee Seokmin and Jeon Yoona

There he was, your childhood best friend smiling up at you with his arms around a girl you didn't recognize.

"Men are trash" you said through a mouth full of ice cream, "besides you, of course"

"Nah, men are trash," Seokmin agreed taking the spoon from you and getting himself a bite. The two of you were sitting cross legged on your bed with a tub of ice cream between you, a spoon being shared.

"We're going in different directions," you mocked, "we're literally going to uni like three hours from each other!" tears itched at the corners of your eyes, thinking about the breakup that was still fresh. Your boyfriend, ex boyfriend, had broken up with you right after graduation. "Do you want to order pizza" Seokmin piped up, pulling you out of your thoughts, "or get married?" your eyes quickly met his, looking panicked, before he smiled brightly, turning his eyes into half moons.

"Lee Seokmin, what on earth are you talking about" you practically shrieked.

"Oh my GOD, y/n" he laughed, "not right now, just like, you know" he vaguely gestured in the air, "if neither of us are married by the time we're old, like 30, we'll Just marry each other"

Here in the present, you were 26, and single, with a roommate. Yuqi was great, but she was younger and fresh out of college, and a bit of a meddler if you were being honest.

"What? No?" you tore your eyes away from the page, "we made a stupid deal when we were 18, not legally binding at all" you laughed, trying to rid yourself of the odd feeling in your stomach that made itself at home as soon as you saw the way Seokmin was smiling in the photo.

"Mhmm..." Yuqi hummed, swiping the save the date from you and hanging it on the refrigerator with a magnet. Whether she knew it or not. she used the magnet Seokmin brought you from his university on your first summer back home.

"Yes mom, I have my dress" you insisted, sticking your phone between your ear and your shoulder to get into your car, "yes! I'm on my way I swear!" Allowing yourself to slump in your seat for a few seconds after saying your goodbyes you sigh. It was Seokmin's wedding weekend. You had gotten some time off work so you can travel home to stay with your parents for the festivities. Driving into your small hometown was a sensation you were familiar with but this time felt different.

New year, new school. You had never been the "new kid" before, but considering you were only going into second grade, you hadn't had many opportunities. You had never ridden a bus to get to school before, so you stood at the bus stop fiddling nervously with the braids your mom had put in your hair this morning. Next, you busied yourself with the buttons of your shirt, still trying to get used to the new uniform.

"No! Tigers are the best!" you heard someone shout out, bringing your eyes up you could see the forms of two boys, probably about your age approaching you.

Attempting to keep yourself from staring, you again turned your attention to the button on your sleeve.

"Hey!" the tiger boy called out as they approached, "What do you think is the best animal? I think tigers are the best, but he" he jabs a finger in the direction of the other boy, "thinks it's-"

"Soonyoung, I never argued, you just decided I did" the other boy told tiger boy, who you knew now was named Soonyoung, "I'm Seokmin!" he added, smiling at you.

Smoothing the front of your dress you looked at yourself in the floor length mirror.

Tonight was a celebration at a restaurant set up by Seokmin's parents and you were nervous. You felt like you were seventeen again, anxious for your senior prom. The prom you attended with your ex boyfriend, Soonyoung, and Seokmin. It's been so long since you got ready for anything in this bedroom. The walls were just the same as they were that day you shared a tub of ice cream, a pizza, and a promise with Lee Seokmin.

The paint was light blue and it peaked out between the posters of your favorite bands and the photos of yourself from years ago smiling with your friends. A photo strip from the old photo booth in the mall was taped to the mirror. The middle section being a photo of you smiling as big as you've ever seen yourself smile, Soonyoung kissing your left cheek, Seokmin doing the same on your right.

The fallout with Seokmin was never intentional. It happened gradually. The two of you didn't go to the same university and you promised to stay in touch, and see each other on every break from school. For the first few years, you did. Then, career building, new friends, and new priorities started coming up. At some point that you can't remember you stopped coming home all together, and you can only assume he stopped too.

Here you were, however, staring at yourself in the mirror in your childhood bedroom, home for the wedding of a man you haven't spoken to in years. You absentmindedly wondered why you were even invited. Did he request it? Or was his mom insisting that your whole family attend?

You waited for the couple's big entrance by your mother's side. She was talking with another family friend, something about how you grew up so fast. You tuned out the conversation and busied yourself with a loose string on your dress. The sounds of cheers pulled you out of your anxious habit, you saw Soonyoung cheering loudly first, then a gorgeous girl, who you recognized from the save the date card from those months ago, laughing with Soonyoung. Your eyes traveled up from her arm, to her slender hand where it rested on a toned bicep. Tearing your eyes away from where her hand connected to his arm, you finally faced what you were anxious about. His eyes were locked on you. Seokmin's smile was faltering for what was, to your knowledge, the first time ever.

As the couple greeted their guests, receiving congratulations and well wishes for the upcoming wedding, you stared. Seokmin found it hard to focus when he knew you were there and staring. When they moved closer you realized what was off, it wasn't the muscle your friend had gained or the height he undoubtedly earned after you stopped seeing each other. It was the detail that meant nothing to everyone, but everything to you.

"Shut up Seokmin, don't be a pussy!" you hissed with a needle between your teeth, "we have to do this now or we'll get caught!" Seokmin looked up at you from his seat on the floor of the bathroom of your middle school. The ice cube he was pressing to the lobe of his ear was melting and running down his hand. However, the puppy eyes he was giving you right now didn't seem to care about the sleeves of his uniform getting wet. Footsteps moving toward the two of you made you both freeze.

"Cmon Seokmin, are you doing it or not?" Soonyoung pressed in a hushed tone, making your best friend and yourself relax, already having forgotten that you sent Soonyoung to be a lookout. Looking between the two boys, your two best friends, you removed the needle from between your teeth which made the boy on the floor in front of you look at you with panicked eyes.

"On the count of three, Minnie" you said firmly, already moving the needle toward his earlobe.

The cool March air bloomed in your lungs as you pushed your way through the door. You needed air, distance, anything. After several minutes of pacing in front of the building you sunk down onto a bench. The door to your left opened and shut and you heard footsteps approach and stop in front of you.

"You still mess with your clothes when you're nervous" a voice you knew was Seokmin's pointed out.

"You don't wear your earrings anymore" you fired back without looking up. Seokmin sighed and sat next to you.

"Really, y/n?" you felt his eyes on you "we haven't spoken in years and your biggest concern is that I don't wear my earrings?"

Your eyes snapped to his.

"Yeah actually, I worked so hard to pierce those ears and take care of them!" you felt a tear escape your eye which made you laugh, "I'm sorry..I don't know why I'm so.. you gestured to your eyes. Seokmin wrapped his arm around your shoulders without taking a second to think, and squeezed.

"You did work hard, thanks for keeping me in line all those years" he smiled, but you knew it didn't reach his eyes. "Yoona's parents are weird about piercings so.." he trailed off. Right, his fiancée. You shrugged his arm off of your shoulders.

"Congratulations," you started, returning a smile, this one was his to notice not reaching your eyes, "we should go back in. right?" you wiped any threat of tears away with the back of your hand.

"You're not up for this," he pointed out standing up, "I'm gonna go tell them I'm walking you home, I'll be right back"

"You have a car, and I'm fine" you began to protest.

"Yeah.." he started with his hand on the door handle already, "but we have things to catch up on, and for old time's sake you should let me walk you home" he smiled enough to turn his eyes into half moons and disabeared inside.

"Soonyoung is so full of shit" you announced into the summer night in front of you, "there's no way right?" you laughed, turning to Seokmin who was walking beside you, closest to the street.

"I dunno," he shrugged tugging on one of his black hoop earrings, "girls were always after him in high school, it's possible"

"Oh come ON, Minnie," you scoffed, "girls were after you too, I find it hard to believe Soonyoung had sex in the first year of college and you didn't" you both rounded the corner to your house.

"How do you know I didn't" he stopped walking, eyebrows raised. You turned toward where you had left him behind,

"Because you wouldn't have just let Soonyoung brag like that it you had gotten some" Seokmin broke into a smile before you had even finished your explanation, "Keep walking my Knight in Shining Armor, can't protect me from the small town crazies from back there" you laughed as he jogged to catch up with you.

Sticking the keys in your front door you piped up, "Parents aren't home, you can spend the night if you want," you opened the door, they wouldn't care if you did anyway" you laughed and looked back at Seokmin who was clearly distracted. "Earth to Lee Seokmin"

"Hm?" he jumped, "Sorry, just thinking" he smiled and followed you inside.

“About us having sex?" you smiled.

"I-uh" the tips of his ears were growing red.

"You're so predictable," you moved closer to him reaching out and holding his ear between your forefinger and your thumb, "it makes sense, people make too big of a deal out of losing your virginity, we should just fuck so that we know what we're doing for our future partners." Seokmin's blush was now working its way across his cheeks, "God Seokmin, don't be such a pussy, just kiss me if we're going to do this!"

"Thanks for walking me home... you offered, "you should get back now" the doorknob to your parent's house was cool under your hand. You knew you were nervous so that meant your palms were sweaty. If Seokmin were to take your hand he would know too. The thought of him taking your hand reminded you of the strange feeling in your stomach. "I mean you can come in, but I don't think the whole party of people, or Yoona, would be thrilled about you being gone for so long" you said opening the door. You moved inside and without saying a word Seokmin followed you. "Okay, you're coming in, can you say something, or anything because you of all people being quiet is freaking me out."

"Do you guys have any ice cream?"

Seokmin asked, "you used to read me so well" he added.

Somehow, you and Seokmin have ended up cross legged on your bed, a tub of ice cream between you, a spoon being shared.

The two of you were talking like time hadn't passed at all. Eventually, Seokmin volunteered to take the tub back down to the freezer. Being alone for those few minutes had you deep in your thoughts. As you heard his footsteps return to your bedroom you were struck by the realization that you didn't want him to go back to that party, to Yoona.

"Minnie?" you said quietly, barely above a whisper. You had Seokmin's full attention after hearing his childhood nickname, a nickname reserved for you. Girlfriends past, even Yoona had tried using it and he always shut it down without explanation. That was yours. "Don't be such a pussy, just kiss me" you whispered. He stood there staring at you for just a moment too long, and you started to realize what you had said and who you had said it to. However, just as quickly as those doubts set in, Seokmin was closing the distance between you.

"And here i thought you couldn't read me anymore," he whispered planting his hands firmly on your cheeks before kissing you hungrily.

You would be lying if you said you hadn't shared numerous kisses with Seokmin before now. Some platonic, like the one from the photo booth, some on various hookups with one another. This one was different. He was desperate and hungry.

"No one knows you like I do" you breath between kisses, "no one will love you like I do, Minnie, you know that"

"I know, I know" his hands moved from your cheeks, he planted one firmly in your hair, the other found its resting place on your hip,

"God, y/n, it's you, it's always been you, I invited you to prove to myself that I'm over you, I never thought you'd come.." he gave your hair a small tug, you forced a whimper to die in your throat. Seokmin took a moment to look around your room, with its posters, its blue walls, the pictures of you, Soonyoung, and himself. The same room you shared a tub of ice cream, a pizza, a promise, and your virginity with Seokmin.

The room now that held a secret and a decision for Lee Seokmin.

[the-blossica-fan]

Greetings!

Thinking about getaway cars from @definesanity.

Excluding Tooth Fairy, who Foundation side are the getaway drivers?

(Excluding Tooth Fairy because... Tooth Fairy)

Sonetto probably by Foundation mandated driver (idk on what legal grounds for them to drive, for the UK you can learn to drive at 16) but who else would be the one to grab the wheel?

A fun headcanon Ive had is that Vertin as a brit has road rage, like quiet swearing and repetitive beeping at slow drivers type road rage.

Regulus probably could drive a car, alr she can drive a boat and a motorbike. Probably best bet as the getaway driver as she alr knows how evade the police.

Lilya probably could drive, but ofc defaults to Red-38

I don't think either Druvis or Sotheby can drive, probably are used to being driven around and such.

Matilda probably eventually learns to drive, probably from Joe. But in terms of a getaway driver probably would default to Joe driving.

Mercuria as from her trailer deffo doesnt drive.

Mesmer is never getting behind the wheel (god what a situation would be where Vertin and Mesmer have to drive a car, and safe to say Mesmer is never stepping into a car if Vertin is driving.)

More headcanons for others:

Greta tried teaching Marcus, but after near misses and crashes, having an arcane skill that makes it easy to slip into indecisiveness is probably not a good bet for driving. Greta Hoffman as a getaway driver I completely see.

Lucy can be the car (car puns galore), but with dynamo your probably better off running than taking a seat in that car.

I would 100% believe Vila could probably be a getaway driver, trust the vision.

Anyone else as a bad or good getaway driver is up to you!

Tooth Fairy is very useful actually, she's the demolition driver, she runs over anything that's been troubling them at the cost of a car and a public monument/silly

Hello comrade!!

Blonney after getting a license is one of the best getaway drivers. Not only can se spawn a car but she's good at driving desperately across the streets. She probably got a couple lessons from Tooth Fairy and in the most desperate of situations, she may or may not have ran over a couple critters, but she's the best bet for a driver.

Horropedia and Jessica suck and neither should be left behind the wheel unless you want a broken car and a fire. Horropedia may be decent, but getaway driver? Imagine playing a race game and knocking over everything.

I can see Bkornblume as a good getaway driver alongside Melania. They're both good at knowing where every little escape route is open because they planned it in advance and both can steal a car with no problem.

Enigma as a getaway driver...? No. Boy sucks, Greta is amazing because she's been outside and has been in multiple situations, dude probably can't turn on a car in practice but in theory he knows all the streets.

Simone is okay. She's not bad, not good either, she might panic a little when it comes to streets but she's good at driving. Pair her with Lucy and you get an amazing getaway driver.

"Do you want me to wear the Thomas the tank engine mask during my vehicles form?"

"Please don't."

Kakania, mmmmm I can see her as a good getaway driver. She knows the streets if she spends enough time in them and with lessons since she never drove a car before. She might be like, a choice, but not your first choice.

Never put Isolde behind a wheel. Aside from the silliness of it, it's really dangerous. Were she to get triggered, possessed or have a seizure, no one would be able to stop the car and a very dangerous accident could happen. For everyone's, especially hers, safety, she isn't allowed to drive.

I trust you with Vila but Windsong is too anxious and cries if she has to drive wayyyy too quickly for a getaway.

Satsuki as a getaway driver might sound funny, but listen to me. She was in prison for stealing, she knows her stuff and while she will not do it again, the memories are there.

Pavia 10/10 getaway driver if only he wasn't trying to shoot while driving, dude this isn't fast & furious.

Regulus and Kanjira as messy last choice getaway drivers because they're chaotic but can get you there safely... And dizzy and traumatized. But hey! The police aren't nearby!

[aiqingdemeimiao]

good boy's director, producers, and marion bailey did an interview on the life in film podcast, talking about the film, casting, funding, etc. it's about an hour long, so i just transcribed the ben bits (but the whole thing was quite interesting)

you can (legally!) watch good boy here (use a uk vpn if you're outside the uk)

HOST: How did you guys connect? And how did you guys all come together to make this?

TOM: Ummm well, what, oh I can't remember, did we have Ben when we started working together, Elettra?

ELETTRA: Yeah, we just about…

TOM: Yeah, so I knew Ben a long time ago, Ben Whishaw, who's umm the lead in it opposite Marion, and um we sort of left drama school at around the same time. We knew each other a long time, but we hadn't seen each other for a while, so after one of the lockdowns um we went for a big long walk on, um, on the Thames and um on the southbank. And, um, I was telling him about my writing stuff and, um, my mum had just died and so I was telling him about that. And, um, and then out of the blue he just, sort of, just was like "I think you should direct something". And he sort of gave voice to, um, and he was like "I think you'd be really good at it". And he sort of gave voice to something that I'd been feeling but hadn't acknowledged out loud to anyone before that. I'd really been wanting to direct for a while, I think. And, um, it was the kick I needed to go home and write the script and, um. So then I went home and wrote it and then a few months later sent it to him. And he loved it, and said he wanted to do it, which was, you know, gob-smacking and exciting.

TOM: And then so, obviously, I needed a producer, ummm, and then, like Elettra explained, a few mutual friends were introduced and that's how it all began really. And then, um, Elettra built the production team, herself, and then got Max and Kay onboard. And meanwhile Ben and I were talking. We both came up with lists of, ummm, the best person to play his mum in it, who would be, and the top of both of our lists was Marion Bailey. And so I couldn't believe it when, uhhh, the, her agent came back to say that, uh, the day after I sent it, to say that she wanted to be involved. And Ben and me were so thrilled. Ummm yeah, so yeah, that was it.

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(re: the acting)

TOM: I think that they, uh, neither Ben nor, Ben isn't playing me and Marion isn't playing my mum. There's, they, our DNA is definitely in there but, uhhh, the characters are very different and their circumstances are very different to, um…

HOST: I hope so! Hahahaha

TOM: But what, um, what they both did was sort of hon-honour, I dunno, somehow honour the, umm, the energy of us and the DNA of our, of our relationship is definitely in there, um, which was, yeah. So I, yeah, I couldn't ask for a better on-screen version of me - oh my god - than Ben Whishaw, that's ridiculous. And equally, to have, my mum would be thrilled, Marion. Hahaha

HOST: The performances are just. I mean, sometimes you can't, I don't, maybe this is just me, but sometimes when I watch short films I don't expect to have this level of performance. Sometimes you're like, I was like, you know the scene with Ben when he loses it in the front seat of the van? And, ummm, you're watching that, you're just thinking "wow!" Like, I don't know. Like, in my mind, I'm like, "he could just phone this in". And he wouldn't, cuz he's Ben Whishaw, but you're watching and you're like "this is a BAFTA-level performance right there. And, um, is it mad? Is it, when you're there and you're directing this, and you're looking through the monitor like "yes! Yes, this is it!"

TOM: Well actually I was lying down on the… Um, yeah, it was, um, an enormous privilege to watch these two work, Marion and Ben, particularly how they worked together. And, um, no spoilers, we won't say what happens, but there is an emotional peak in the story, umm, or an emotional break through and it happens, um, a lot of it happens in, whilst driving around in a camper van. And for a lot of the shoot, I was lying down behind the, um, behind the front seats with this tiny little monitor whilst, um, it played out in the front seats in front of me. Um, and when it got to this emotional peak moment, which actually happened before I was expecting it to because Ben and Marion did a beautiful thing where they ran into the next scene but before I was expecting it and so it really hit me emotionally. And I, the, ummm, the synergy between the two of them and the, ummm, the emotional honesty coming from those front seats was, was, ummm, extraordinary and so raw and so real. And I, you know I've been around, you know like I said, I've been an actor for twenty years on stage and screen, and I've been around some amazing acting. I've seen some incredible acting up close, but it's really rare when… for the acting to be that good, you know. I've never been that close to such extraordinary acting. Sometimes actors, umm, like, change the molecular structure of a room when they open their mouth and a bit of magic sort of pours out. And that happened in this, umm, film with both Ben and Marion. Particularly in that scene. Um, so yeah, I was watching it going, uhh, I wasn't watching it from the outside, going "awww yeah, this gonna make the film!". I was just very moved and I was very in it with them, and all the.. the very… sharing and the emotional honesty of it, if that makes sense.

ELETTRA: I think after the first… before the first take of that scene, the crew was quite bubbly and, you know, we having a really good energy on set. And then Marion and Ben delivered that scene. They called cut, and there was absolute silence. Absolute silence. And we were all just… (whispering) "are we allowed to talk?", you know. It was, it was really, it's never happened to me before. It was really surreal, the first time that the entire crew just felt so drawn in to, you know…

TOM: Something happened. There was some magic. But what was so shocking to me was that then Ben and Marion were able to repeat it again and again and again. And they weren't doing it technically, they were doing it for real. And I was watching them and, yeah, that ability to just reset and go again, is just, mind-blowing to me. It's way beyond my, um, expertise as an actor, haha.

MARION: It was wonderful to work with Ben, a real joy. And um, it's lovely to see you say those things because that's always what you're hoping will happen. But yes, it takes a whole team, it takes a whole combination of elements to make that little bit of magic happen. Ummm. And a very nice thing, when the crew do appreciate the acting. Because normally they're doing their jobs, they're not really…

ELETTRA: It takes a lot of magic to get a crew to shut up, so…

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(re: their sole financial backer pulling out 2 weeks before shooting)

TOM: I remember bumping into Ben- I remember bumping into Ben Whishaw at a party, and we'd just heard that all the money had gone, and he was like, "are we still on for April?". And I was like, "okay, don't panic… uhhhhh, we have zero money". And he was so cool. He was like… he went silent for a second, and I said, "are you panicking?" and he was like, "not one bit, not at all". And he said, "this, this happens, it will all be good." And I was like "ohhh… okay…" hahaha, um yeah. So…

MAX: [???] as well, because this film very much had its leads in order, and we all kinda fell in love with what it was going to be. And so the idea that, for example, Ben's availability only fit that weekend that we shot, if we weren't gonna do that then… Tom's story only fits the golden hour of Somerset, really, and you're only going to get that twice a year, ya know, in the spring and late summer. And so, ummm, there were some real conversations about "is this going to happen?" which none of us wanted to face because we were so in love with the project.