#not unflattering exactly? not positive

[xmen-more-like-sexwithmen]

WAIT 9 AND 10 TOO I DDINT READ THHE LIST

STOO hibagain

9. Give us a song you feel is about you (flattering) cult boyfriend by jeffrey lewis 😁 used to be one of my favs

10. Give us a song you feel is about you (unflattering) drive by incubus

[hanasnx]

Okay, but making a movie with Dick? Umm yes, please. I know he'd put any director to shame. Man handles you into whatever position he needs for the best angle. Definitely invests in that wearable phone holder that goes around the neck, because obvs he needs two hands to do the things he needs to do. Tells you to smile for the camera and honestly you can't even watch the playback because you're truly ashamed of how fucked out and messy your face looks covered in cum, spit, and whatever other fluids decided to join the party

MINORS DNI 18+

NOTES: DC is for December Event!

If you’d have known what you looked like through the lens of his phone, you never would’ve agreed to this. It’s not some kind of perfect porno with professional lighting and a director who’s going for look rather than feel. This is about as unflattering as it gets and that’s part of the appeal for DICK GRAYSON.

All of your rolls of flesh pronounced by the impossible positions he puts you in; all the pitchy and real sounds that come from deep in your gut; all the layers of fluid coating your face—none of it you would’ve wanted documented. Yet, that’s exactly the kind of stuff Dick wants to see, and exactly the kind of fuel he wants for later when he’s missing you and his hand’s around his cock.

The flash of his camera lights up your expression coated in the semi-transparent cocktail. He grins at the screen, Like diamonds, he thinks. You look like dazzling glittery stars. “You did so good for me, baby, jus’ hold it right there.” he coaches, and if your lashes weren’t weighed down by gluey cum you’d be able to see his giddy countenance practically gloating to you that he’s gonna keep this video forever. Instead, you can hear that husky snicker in his voice when he feels particularly devious. “Never looked prettier. Smile for me? Real big- as big as you can.” Sarcastically, you stretch your lips, performing a big toothy grin for him to mirror his. He can tell it’s time for you to go wash off, annoyed by the rapidly cooling glisten on your face, and he straightens to his full height, pocketing his phone. “Ah, alright. You’re off the hook. Let me grab you a towel.”

[loveinhawkins]

When Steve gets to his last year at Hawkins High, it feels like some kind of veil has been lifted right in front him. Or maybe it’s more that the veil’s actually been slowly lifting for years, and he’s noticing it all the more because it’s no longer there.

Either way, when he receives his yearbook, it doesn’t seem like the huge deal that his younger self would’ve made it out to be; he flicks through the pictures half-heartedly, doesn’t even care when the candid ones taken at sporting events catch him in unflattering poses, lip jutting out in concentration.

If he tried to voice his disinterest, Henderson would probably spout off some precocious shit about societal expectations, and Steve would pretend to nod sagely before stealing whatever dorky hat he happened to be wearing—it’s not like he could let the little shit suspect that he occasionally had a point, Steve would never hear the end of it.

The yearbook signings are predictably inescapable: people passing their books back and forth in class or in the cafeteria—and that one’s a risky move, with the threat of drinks spilling on the pages, whether accidental or malicious.

Steve thinks the fever’s dwindled out until he spends a free period in the school library. The seniors typically all bunch together in one of the far corners, the spots with the comfiest seats—loners included, like the perks of age for once outweigh the usual ridicule.

But that silent truce is not exactly being upheld, Steve notes—Eddie Munson is sitting alone at a nearby table.

It becomes painfully obvious when the signing starts up again. There’s a cluster of girls on the yearbook committee who initiate it, and soon every senior in reach is either passing over their own book or signing one.

Almost every senior.

It’s not like Eddie’s the only person ever to be held back. He’s not even the only one to be held back for next year, either: John Nelson off the swim team is in the same position, and he’s still been asked to sign.

But Steve knows that’s not what the source of exclusion is, not really.

He’s gotten good at spotting silent cruelty—good at avoiding it too, before his popularity gave him a temporary shield.

It’s all just bullshit, he thinks. It’s been a recurring thought lately.

He brings out his own yearbook because he knows it’s expected. When it’s finally passed back round to him, he ends up right near the seat opposite Eddie’s, just by chance.

But actually sitting there is his own choice.

He can tell that Eddie has spotted him even though he’s not looked up from whatever homework he’s doing; there’s a silent tension in the way he’s holding his pen.

Steve mulls it over before he asks the question. It could blow up in his face, but what did that matter, really? In the grand scheme of things, it would hardly count as a major embarrassment; it’s not like it’d be any more mortifying than telling his dad that he didn’t get into any colleges whatsoever.

So he pushes his yearbook across the table, because what the hell.

“Wanna sign?”

Eddie glances up. There’s a guarded look in his eyes, and Steve can almost hear him mentally replaying the question.

“Pardon?” Eddie says with pointed emphasis, like he’s daring Steve, let it drop and we’ll say no more about it, Harrington.

Steve doesn’t take it back. He shrugs and flicks open the yearbook, finds a blank spot and taps it once with his finger, a silent offer.

Eddie stares like Steve’s a riddle, like he’s wondering just who the show’s for—but the other students have turned away, have gone back to their seats, yearbooks temporarily forgotten.

Eddie’s hold on his pen relaxes, ever so slightly.

“You sure, Harrington?” he says. There’s still a wary edge to his voice, but there’s an undercurrent of something else, too, like he’s secretly amused despite himself. “Haven’t you heard what folks say? I could curse you.”

Steve scoffs. “That all you’ve got? I’ve dealt with way worse, man,” he says mildly.

A corner of Eddie’s mouth twitches into a surprised smile. Then it’s gone almost like it had never been in the first place, his gaze turning thoughtful rather than defensive.

And obviously this isn’t Eddie’s first rodeo at the whole senior year thing. Steve wonders if there’s a veil that’s been lifted for him too, wonders if he can see straight through it right now.

The bell rings.

Eddie stands up, gathering his stuff.

Steve thinks that’s the end of it: something that’s neither a success or a failure.

But then, lightning fast, Eddie darts across the table and scribbles something on the open page. Slams the yearbook shut and pushes it back over, and it feels like a challenge, like some of his caginess is back—like he’s just daring Steve to reveal that it had been a joke all along—

“Bet you’re counting down the days till you can hold your own copy, huh?” Steve says dryly, as he stuffs the book into his bag.

It’s a risk; he knows Eddie could easily take it as pure ridicule, could misinterpret it as Steve throwing the failed school years back in his face.

Eddie just shakes his head, but he could be laughing—the moment’s gone too quickly for Steve to know for sure.

“Nah, Harrington,” Eddie says easily, thrown over his shoulder as he leaves, “those things aren’t worth the paper they’re printed on.”

Steve doesn’t check the yearbook until he’s home. He eventually finds Eddie’s signature, simple black ink right in the upper corner of one page.

Good luck, Steve. —Eddie

Some of the letters are bunched a little too close together, drifting upwards on the blank page, as if they usually need lined paper to guide them—left-handed, Steve thinks vaguely.

Within a sea of scrawled nicknames and loudly enthusiastic messages, Steve finds that he kind of likes how mundane Eddie’s truly is. Likes the sign off with minimal fuss. Just “Eddie.” Likes how he was just “Steve”, too.

And yeah, if anyone needed to be told good luck, Steve thinks, with the kind of amusement that only comes from distance—pictures his past self, freaking out about monsters come to life.

He slots the yearbook into his bookcase. By summer he might forget about it altogether, left to gather dust as he works for 3 bucks an hour, but for now he marks its significance: something real, hidden alongside the bullshit.

[msmk11]

Road Trip With Poly!Marauders

(James Potter x Sirius Black x Remus Lupin x Lily Evans x gn!reader)

A/n: This is my first attempt at Poly!Marauders and I also wanted to include Lily! It just makes so much sense in my head. I was just on a long ass road trip so it inspired me to write this. I’m also lacking in motivation so bullet points felt sufficient! Hope you enjoy 🫶

You all agree to take turns driving to make the road trip more bearable. Typically any time you all drive together I imagine Remus is at the wheel, Lily rides shotgun, you’re in the middle, and James and Sirius are on either side of you. So you start out the road trip in this layout. It especially works because James and Sirius will never end up upfront together- a recipe for disaster defined by too many crash close-calls, bickering, and two himbos who aren’t always the best at directions.

Being in the middle of them though is a blessing and a curse. You do get to sprawl out on your comfy boyfriends, your head on James’ thighs and your feet in Sirius’ lap (though Remus scolds you for this ‘unsafe position’.) However, you’re also stuck between their playful bickering and have once or twice been pelted with a straw wrapper in the midst of a petty disagreement. (Headphones are your best friend.)

Road trip playlists for days. And you know they’re all fire too regardless of who is driving.

I also guarantee you’ll take the best naps of your life. Car naps are already elite. But snuggled up with your comfy partners you are out like a light.

On the mention of naps- there are a ridiculous amount of unflattering photos of all of you asleep in the car. Sirius is usually the one to take the photos and he forgets to turn off the flash 50% of the time, resulting in the victim being awoken.

SO. MANY. SNACKS. One: yall gotta feed James who has the appetite of three people. Second: Lily is so mother sometimes and may overpack the snacks. But you’re all so grateful for it because she always seems to have exactly what you need when you need it.

You guys take lots of rest stops. On one hand, I’m convinced Remus has the bladder of a grandpa and has to pee a lot. Also, James especially has a lot of energy and gets antsy if he sits for too long. You can often catch him making laps around the building when you guys stop (and me too.)

I’m pretty sure on a long road trip Remus could finish a whole book. Lily would be close behind.

Games! Y’all play a lot of the classic road trip games like the license plate game and the alphabet game. Lily and Sirius are both uber competitive so they can stay entertained by these games for hours.

If you use a gps, you spend a lot of time mocking the voice (maybe this is just a me thing guys).

I can’t decide what the temperature in the car would be. Remus definitely runs cold so he is bundled up with blankets and sweaters always, but I doubt he’d turn on the heat because James would simply melt. He’d love to blast the ac. Sirius (dog at heart) loves to have the windows rolled down and feel the wind on his face and hair. I feel like Lily would also have a little carsickness so she’d like the windows down. Ig it would really be driver’s preference

Lily’s carsickness=those silly glasses. She hates them but they work. If anyone makes fun of her for the glasses you’re dead!

(these guys lol)

Car. Karaoke.

But anyways, road trips with your lovely partners are the best!!

[umathurwin]

introduction to the pogues 🤍

remember in the first episode how john b introduced the audience to his friend group? i think that little montage tells us so much about how he sees the others— let me explain 🙂‍↕️

i’ve always interpreted the segment as a semi-diegetic reel of his memories presented as if you’re watching a powerpoint show from john b’s perspective. i believe the events actually happened and he is not making anything up, but he’s pulling specific memories that correlate to how he sees his friends— and not necessarily how they really are.

take pope for example. his introduction primarily shows him being the “brains” of the group, in john b’s own words. he’s shown as sage, responsible, always knowing what to do, and maybe being a little awkward in social settings outside of the immediate 4

then compare that to what we actually see in the series… yall pope is a bit of a mess. he’s absolutely a smart boy, and clearly a big reader (who just quotes ‘down down to goblin town’ from the hobbit?? nerd!), but he’s just as unwise as the next teenager! we constantly see him make poor decisions and act rashly. when rafe attacks him, he shuts down until jj notices and then listens to jj’s advice. is he insane?? the wise choice would be to go to kiara, who knows how to control the kooks, especially rafe. but instead, this goober trusts jj… im sorry, i don’t think pope is a fool, but i definitely think john b confuses his friend’s intellect with wisdom lol

and speaking of jj? he gets a homoerotic highlight reel of partying, entertaining, mowing lawns shirtless, surfing, and hooking up with girls. if this was all you saw of jj maybank, you’d think of him as the walking definition of cool runnings and a total pussyslayer

and not, yknow what you actually get, which is an absolute goofball who constantly gets the group into trouble and causes messes to be cleaned up. i’m sure he is very entertaining, don’t get me wrong, but i think john b specifically selected moments where his friend was more fun and carefree than the times he got them busted by shoupe or otherwise in legal peril, which we know both occur a lot. (and the walking-in-on-him-and-a-girl thing? i’m sure that it happened. but then the show makes it pretty obvious that jj gets minimal play all things considered— the one girl we see him score after this is kiara and it wasn’t exactly the epitome of a fiery romance where he really swept her off her feet …) i love jj. but i think john b’s pitch of his best friend is certainly a rose-tinted version!

weirdly enough, i think kiara is the only one who doesn’t get a more positive view in john b’s eyes than she is presented in the rest of the show. she’s shown lecturing a partygoer about single-use plastics, she’s yelling at them all to behave in her parents' restaurant, she’s pushing them off when they’re hitting on her and messing around. it all has a playful air about it, but i always thought this was such an unflattering portrayal of one of his best friends, one he self-admittedly has a tiny crush on. be nice to her!?

and maybe the kooks would agree with the sentiment that kiara is a pedant, but i don’t think other pogues would. they seem to somewhat like her. even in the garbage island clip, the guy listening to her is paying attention and doesn’t seem to be too upset with the conversation. yeah, she may ramble about what she’s passionate about, but she’s charming and fun to be around, and i don’t believe kiara is as annoyingly didactic as she’s painted to be in those clips

to be clear again, i think john b loves his friends and he’s not a liar, but the exact way he chose to introduce us to the pogues reveals a lot about his subconscious feelings for them. he overestimates pope’s wisdom, jj’s general swagger, and kiara’s bristles. (which is pretty expected given my headcanon that kiara was only freshly part of the group again at the time of the pilot… he’s still learning to trust her and is hyperfocusing on the things he doesn’t like about her… hmm)

what do y’all think ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[kaijubear56]

•~You're my Angel~•

⚠️ Religious talk, suggestive thoughts, allusions to self harm, two happy gays⚠️

-🌸🪱

-Men you aren't welcome ❌

The quiet swish of the lush green foliage that decorated the oak floor boards of this old church was a distinct comparison to the loud creaking that the old floor boards provided. The pews rotted and covered in moss as well as some blood from the people who were bitten or killed here over the years. You forget that over the months that you have visited and explored this old church. The only thing you have left is this place and the memory of your parents.

You used to be a Christian but quickly forgot what the grace of God was like when you watched him not spare your parents from the horrors of being ripped apart and the skin melting off of them due to those acidic spores that those things made. As you walked you stared at the familiar stand. It held the surprisingly pristine Bible. The amount of time you've sat and read it was way more than you could count.

Yet she could. That big burly woman. Her name was Abby. You two talked. Sure you were friends. Not close ones though. You would run off for a break a lot. This was where that break led. You sitting on a pew as you gently held and read the Bible. Your fingers delicately flipping the thin pages. This place was a calm distraction from the images of those infected things.

You never really dealt with them. You usually stayed inside patching up soldiers who ran into them or other people. Yet a couple times you were sent out with Manny and Owen. Even with Abby once. You had to stitch Manny up because he tried to show off and got cut pretty bad. He bragged about that for a week.

“Yeah. I had this pretty girls hands on my chest-”

“Because you were a dumbass and got cut there.”

That was what would happen. Him bragging to Abby and then she would bring him back to reality that you weren't flirting. Simply just saving his life. To him there was no difference. You were just a pretty angel. Angel. That's what you were known as because of saving so many lives in the base.

“Hey Angel! Thanks for bandaging me up!”

“Angel I really owe you! Do you want a burrito or anything?”

You often got paid for helping them. You were just too sweet. You found yourself never really helping Abby, surprising as that is. Infact she usually stayed away from you. She would stay far away from you. Like the one time she was sitting with Manny. You were sitting by yourself eating and you read medical books. You looked up to see her eyes on you. Infact she was checking you out.

You were sitting in the most unflattering position ever yet she still drank you up with her eyes. Did she like you? No way. You never spoke. Well you did but it was always awkward and frankly, dry. She has the most boring responses.

“Hey Abby! How was your mission?”

“Didn't die.”

Obviously, Dumbass.

“Well that's good… Did you find anything? Like medical supplies?”

“No.”

Just no? Did she think you were dumb? That you only deserved two or one word answers?

“Okay… Well um have a good day?”

“I will.”

Not even a “You too?” Were you scary? Did she hate you? It was honestly confusing. Manny said she talked great about you normally. Why when you two spoke it was so… bland?

It didn't matter as you sat and read the verses. Even though you didn't exactly believe in God anymore or at least to the extent you used to when you were little, it was still comforting. It reminded you of when you were younger and still had your parents. You were reading a verse when you heard a creak of the old wood and shot up and pointed your gun at the infected-

“Abby?”

What was she doing here?

“Yeah?”

She asked as she walked over to you and leaned against and old pew and crossed her arms which defined her perfect muscles that would make it so easy to pick you up and throw you into a bed-

“Hellooo. Are you listening to me Angel? I asked you a question.”

Shit.

“Yeah sorry. What was it again?”

You asked her sweetly as you put your gun away and crouched down to pick up the Bible. You stood back up and put it away. You turned back to her and sat down. She stood up and walked to sit beside you as she repeated herself.

"I asked you what you were doing out here. Also Issac needs to see you over something. He said it was important."

She told you as she looked at your way smaller stature and yawned. It was obvious she just got back from a mission. She looked exhausted. She had small dark circles, she walked a little heaver than normal, she had bruises on her arms, small cuts, she looked worn down.

“Oh I was taking a break… Are you okay? You looked super tired. You should rest.”

You told her in a soft and sweet voice as you felt her forehead to make sure she wasn't getting sick. Her face flushed a red as your hand gently touched her face. It was cute how sweet you were. One of the reasons she fell in love with you was how kind and compassionate you were with others. You were so hardworking too. To top it all off you were gorgeous. So pretty.

“Yeah I'm good. Don't worry about me. You should get to Issac because he yells at you.”

She reminded you with a hint of softness in her words and voice. She really didn't want Issac to yell at you. That's the one of the last things she wanted to happen with you. Needless to say you nodded and rushed off with a smile. She just stayed and looked at the church. It was kinda creepy with the few blood splatters around but if you ignored it the place was beautiful. It reminded her of you.

You quickly met with Issac. He seemed a little pissed off but needless to say he was relieved when you entered the room. He was pacing back and forth.

“Abby told me you needed to see me, sir?”

You asked him softly. He nodded before speaking.

“Kid. I'm going to get right to the point. You're really good at healing, stitching, bandaging, literally whatever it is with keeping our soldiers alive and well is what you do. And great it too. So I wanna know how you feel about going on missions with Abby and Manny as Mel is pregnant and needs to take a backseat with helping. What do you think?”

A chance to see Abby more? Talk to her? Fuck yeah. Make sure she stays healthy and alive. How could you refuse?

“Sure! Why not! I'd love to. I get more experience out on patrols too. I think it sounds great.”

You told him with a smile and he nodded with a small smile.

“You have to be extra careful though. I can't have you dieing or turning. We need you when Mel is out on patrols.”

He told you with a stern voice and you nodded.

“I got it sir.”

You responded as you smiled. You exited the room and went back to the medical tent. You found Abby sitting there refusing care from everyone. Yet when she saw you her eyes lit up.

“Abby. Will you stop refusing care? You have injuries that need to be assessed.”

The one guy to her and she rolled her eyes. She then looked back at you as you walked over to see what was wrong.

“What's up? Why are we borderline yelling?”

You asked him confused as you looked between him and Abby.

“Abby is refusing to be looked at-”

“I just didn't want you guys. I wanted her.”

Abby told him coldly. It was obvious she wasn't the biggest fan of this guy. You knew that but always wondered why. It was obvious to them. He had this habit of checking you out and talking about it with many guys and Abby frankly found him annoying and disgusting for it. You asked her if it was okay if you took care of her and she nodded. So you did so. You bandaged some cuts and gave her painkillers as she had a headache.

Once you were done you dispatched her and told her to rest. She needed it. She listened with a little grumble.

“This is so stupid but fine…”

She said something else but you couldn't make it out. Eventually the day ended and you went back to your room and changed. Soon you found yourself wandering to that old church again. You usually visited it when you missed your parents. As you zoned out you didn't realize Abby was walking over to you. She sat beside you and realized your blank stare. She gently put her arm around you.

“What are you doing here Angel?”

She asked you in a soft and concerned voice. You snapped back to reality and looked at her. You smiled before laying on her arm.

“I was thinking of my parents again.”

You admitted to her and she nodded. She knew that feeling of missing someone. She missed her dad pretty bad. She was going to get that bastard eventually… For now her focus was on you. It was the least she could give even though you deserve the world in her eyes.

“I'm sorry about your loss.”

“It's okay. I guess. I just feel like they would be disappointed with me.”

You told her as you shrugged and looked at the Bible.

“Why? You're like perfect. An actual Angel if I've ever seen one.”

You scoffed softly and shook your head.

“Far from it. I've strayed away from God, I've killed people, swore, and I'm lesbian. I'm the biggest sin ball ever.”

You told her softly as you looked at the ground and picked at your wrists. She looked down and saw scars. You must have really believed that.

“I think you're perfect…”

She said softly after a beat or two. She looked down at you and moved your hair out of your face.

“Really perfect.”

She whispered this time as she blushed. Yet you failed to realize that.

“You're just saying it to make me feel better. I appreciate it Abby but I'm not perfect, far from perfect-”

Abby gently grabbed your chin and kissed you. Your eyes opened with shock as you looked at her. Her lips were soft and she was so gentle. You kissed her back. Her hand gently held your cheek as the other one held your hand. She broke the kiss with a smile. Her beautiful blue eyes looked at you with love and adoration.

“Sorry if that was too much-”

“No, it was perfect!”

You rushed to tell her softly as you held her face softly. She just sighed in relief.

“Do you want to be my girlfriend? I feel like me being creepy and staring at you from across the lunch room isn't enough for me.”

She told you with a small laugh as she gently kissed you again. You nodded and smiled into the kiss. You broke it before talking.

“I would love to.”

“You're all mine then Angel

Sorry this is kinda shitty. I wrote this really quick 🩷

[iovetecchou]

Pairings... Jouno Saigiku x Reader

Contains... fluff. mutual pining, roomies to lovers, smut. perv!jouno, (lowkey) perv!reader, panty thief jouno, audio (?) voyeurism, masturbation (m & f), oral fixation, scent kink, face sitting, switch!jouno, switch!reader, premature ejaculation, overstimulation, teasing, begging, marking, use of "good girl" creampies, cockwarming

AFAB Reader.

5,406 words.

You took in a sharp intake of breath as you trudged through your apartment complex. Stomping down the hall toward your apartment door. Your roommate Jouno heard your footsteps approaching from a mile away. "Ah, I wasn't anticipating her arrival so soon."

Jouno was currently in your room, rummaging through your belongings. He trailed his cold digits along your plush duvet. Halting his movements the moment he reached your pillow. Jouno bent at the waist slowly. Burying his nose in your silk pillowcase before he inhaled deeply. "Hmm... you used that shampoo I bought you the other day. Such an obedient girl... fuck."

Your scent was intoxicating. He heard your footsteps approaching closer, but he couldn't pull away. Jouno felt glued to your pillow. Your scent drew him in further, leaving his mind reeling. He wanted to smell you like this up close. Jouno was getting increasingly impatient regarding his desire for you.

You both had been living together for eight months. Jouno first suggested it, as you both had been in-between apartments at the time. You didn't see the harm in it, considering you had been coworkers for a few years then. Plus, Jouno seemed like a well-mannered guy. You trusted him completely. He wasn't like most other men... completely sex-obsessed and perverse. No, not your Jouno. Or so you thought.

He placed a tiny audio recording device on your nightstand before grabbing a small souvenir from your hamper. A pair of soft cotton panties. Fuck, he could smell your remaining arousal still left on the garment from where it rested beneath his hand. His cock twitched beneath his slacks at the faint smell of you. Jouno took a deep breath. He needed to calm down. You would be home any moment now.

The last thing he needed was for you to see him sporting a raging hard-on the moment you stepped through the apartment door. It would cause you to see him in an unflattering light, possibly even lose your trust... and he would rather listen to Tecchou's mindless rambling than have that happen. You see, this was all part of his plan. You would be his in due time. He just had to have patience... for a little longer.

Jouno quietly shut your door, leaving it exactly as you left it to not raise any suspicions before making his way back to the kitchen. Assuming his position. He continued mixing the sweet confection he discarded a little while ago as the apartment door swung open. "Welcome home, y/n. Did you have a nice day?" Jouno asked in a sickly sweet tone. One he only used for you. You slammed the door shut behind you. Cursing under your breath as you kicked off your shoes.

Jouno flinched slightly at the loud commotion before he spoke up once more. "I'll take that as a 'no' What happened, darling? You emitted a sharp sigh before you walked over to the kitchen. Taking in the sight of Jouno before you. He was in the adorable apron that you got him for his birthday. His bangs were messily clipped to one side. He continued to whisk something, cradling the bowl with his opposite arm as he did so. You slowly peered over. Trying to get a glimpse of what he was making before you finally responded.

"I don't really want to talk about it... I could really use a world-famous Jouno hug right about now..." You said playfully. Smiling to yourself sadly as you studied his expression. Jouno's eyebrows rose in disbelief before he quickly composed himself. He offered you his signature smirk as he placed the bowl on the counter before giving you his full attention. "Hmm... you should have asked sooner... well? Come here, my dear y/n. You are interrupting some serious business here." He teased, gesturing over to his baked goods. You laughed softly at his sarcasm before you wrapped your arms around his waist. Pulling him in close and burying your face into his chest.

"Oh well, I don't want to waste any more of your precious time. So I'll make this quick." You quipped out. Slowly beginning to pull away however, you didn't get too far. Jouno swiftly wrapped his arms around your frame. Hugging you tightly into his form. Nuzzling his nose into your hair. His eyes rolled back behind his closed lids at the scent of you so up close and personal like this. He had to compose himself quickly. Jouno cleared his throat before he made a chiding remark.

"Ah, ah, ah! Not so fast, y/n... you started this, so you might as well see it through. Hm? Plus, I think the frosting can wait patiently." You laughed into his chest. Making a chill run through his entire body. Your laugh was angelic. Simply his favorite sound in the whole world. The sound of people squirming due to his masterful interrogation skills was a close second, though. You were so fucking close. Invading all of Jouno's senses. He could hardly control himself.

The feeling of your chest pressed snugly against his own made his head spin. Not to mention how wonderful your scent was. He had hoped to smell you up close like this. But he didn't think it would happen this soon. Jouno jolted upright as your hands played with the strings of his apron. They rested in a pretty bow against his lower back. Your words snapped him out of his thoughts. "Ah, how considerate of the frosting! I was wondering what you were making. It smells amazing in here!"

He had to agree it did smell divine in here. But not because of the baked goods.

You slowly pulled away. Jouno already missed the feeling of your arms wrapped around his waist. "I made cookies. However, I attempted a new frosting recipe for them... want a taste?" Jouno dipped his pointer finger into the sweet mixture, scooping some onto his nimble digit before he brought it up between your parted bodies. Your eyes lit up. He brought his free hand up to find your face. Jouno cupped your cheek the moment he did. Bringing his frosting-coated finger up to your lips.

He smudged some onto your bottom lip unintentionally in an attempt to find your mouth. Your tongue darted out past your parted lips to clean up the little mess he made. Jouno's breath hitched as he felt your tongue lightly graze against his pointer finger. Shit, what was he thinking? This is risky. "Mm! It's so good, Jouno. I can't quite put my finger on the flavor, though. I think... I need another taste." With that, you brought your hand up to clasp Jouno's. Bringing his frosting-coated finger closer to your mouth.

You wrapped your lips around his digit, swirling your tongue around it. You let out a hum of approval, sucking the remaining sweetness off his finger before you pulled away with a subtle 'pop' "Ah, it's a coffee-flavored frosting, huh?" All Jouno could focus on was the pounding of his heart against his chest and the way his cock throbbed painfully within his boxers. Your words didn't even register in his mind. Went in one ear and out the other.

Jouno could feel his cock twitching to life. Shit, this was not good. You examined his face, tilting your head slightly before you spoke up. "Uh... Jouno? Are you alright? You look paler than usual." Your words finally broke him out of his trance. Jouno's face softened immediately. It was almost robotic the way he snapped back into reality. You thought this was... odd... to say the least. But you didn't really give it a second thought.

"First of all... that's not funny, y/n. My complexion is perfectly fine. Second of all, look at you... being concerned for me, how sweet. I'm feeling a bit lightheaded. I think I'll go lie down for a little while. Don't eat all the cookies while I'm gone, or I might punish you." You weren't buying his excuse, but you figured arguing with Jouno about this wasn't in your best interest. "Alright... just call out for me if you need anything, okay?" Jouno turned on his heel. Giving you a curt nod before he made his way to his bedroom.

Ah... maybe you went too far just now. But you couldn't help yourself, really. Your feelings for Jouno have morphed from something entirely platonic into something... deeper. It was hard not to fall for him when you noticed how he was softer with you. Letting you tease him without harsh repercussions, always letting you hug him when you had a rough day despite him never allowing anyone else to embrace him so intimately like that. Only you.

You two ate dinner practically every night and stayed up on your days off discussing anything and everything. Plus, seeing him so domesticated stirred something within you. He was so adorable when he wore the apron you got him. You knew it wasn't his M.O. but he still used it because you got it for him. Or when he let you touch up his hair, whenever the red began to fade. But of course, with the romantic attraction came the sexual desire for your roommate.

Like when you would catch glimpses of him exiting the bathroom after a shower with only a towel adorning his slim waist. At times... he would make the two of you breakfast wearing only his pajama bottoms when the summer heat became unbearable. All you could focus on was his lean frame and his muscles flexing... ever so slightly. As he worked his way through the kitchen on those blazing summer mornings.

But your final straw was when you heard Jouno through the paper-thin walls some nights. His soft moans and pitchy whimpers plagued your brain. You knew it was wrong... listening to him during such an intimate moment. But you couldn't help yourself. You were too far gone, and his noises were far too addicting for you to stop. You would always wait until he was out of the apartment before touching yourself.

You knew no matter how quiet you were, he would still hear you with his enhanced senses. But each time you touched yourself, you thought of him and his needy sounds. Imagining what it would be like to hear them up close. Or how badly you wanted to be the one who made him moan like that. Ah... this was not good. Just thinking about him like this got you all worked up.

But you couldn't do anything about it, not when he was in the other room. He did mention he was going to lie down for a while. So maybe he dozed off. You quietly tip-toed over to your room. Quickly making your way inside. The moment you locked the door, all bets were off. You were far too horny not to touch yourself right now. You just hoped for your sake that Jouno was sleeping by now.

The moment Jouno closed his bedroom door, he began palming himself through his pants. Biting his other hand to silence his needy whimpers and whines. He couldn't stop thinking about the feeling of your tongue swirling around his finger. Jouno wondered how fucking good your hot wet tongue would feel swirling around his cock instead. He hastily started stripping himself.

Tugging at the strings of his apron before slipping it off over his head. His shirt was quick to follow. As he finished unzipping his slacks, tugging them down, along with his boxers... an alert went off. Jouno was confused for a moment... before he realized it was coming from his end of the audio recording device. Identical to the one he left in your room earlier.

The device must have been picking up sounds from your room. Meaning, you must be in there now. Jouno wasted no time picking up his device. He pressed the button, finally allowing the sounds that were coming from your room to flood out. Jouno's cock throbbed even further the second he realized what was happening. Your hushed whines spilled out past the device's speaker. Causing Jouno to stop in his tracks.

You were actually... touching yourself? There's no way this was unfolding in his favor so effortlessly right now.

He listened intently for a few moments more. The sounds of your fingers plunging deep inside your slick cunt echoed loud and clear through the device. Snuffing out any remaining doubt Jouno had about you actually getting yourself off. His cock throbbed against his lower tummy as he listened to your sinful sounds.

This was everything he's ever dreamed of. He had been waiting up late for months and months to finally hear your cute little sounds as you touched yourself in the late hours of the night. But that day never came, hence Jouno's need to implant this audio device in the first place. But he didn't anticipate this all unfolding the way it was so soon.

Jouno paused for a moment. Remembering that little memento he took from your room earlier. He hastily reached for his discarded pants, digging through the back pocket. Retrieving your cotton panties before he made himself comfortable on his mattress. He couldn't wait a moment longer. Jouno had been so needy since that little intimate encounter in the kitchen. He brought your used panties up to his nose, inhaling deeply as his other hand wrapped around his stiff cock.

"Fuck... so sweet." Jouno groaned out as he began pumping his dick fervently. Letting your soft panties rest against his face as he reached out for the audio device. He pressed the button once more. A chill ran up his spine the second he heard your cute little sounds.

Your moans grew louder, and so did the slick sounds of your needy pussy as you fucked yourself with your fingers. Desperately wishing they were Jouno's fingers instead. His hands were gorgeous, and his fingers were so long. You knew his digits would hit all the right places inside you. A loud whimper slipped past your lips at the thought alone. You were struggling to keep yourself quiet, but you didn't care at this point. Too wrapped up in the pleasure you were granting to yourself.

Jouno couldn't contain his sounds either. He was too enthralled. Finally, being able to hear you so intimately like this. He wished he was the one making you whine. Imagining how your pussy would feel clenching around his fingers as he curled them deep inside your needy cunt. Hitting your sweet spot with such precision. Jouno groaned deeply at the thought. A whine of your name slipped past his lips as he teased the head of his cock with his thumb.

Suddenly, the device went dead silent. Causing Jouno to stop in his tracks. Oh shit... you must have heard him, huh? Fuck... this was bad. Really bad and most certainly not part of his plan to win you over. Did he just jeopardize everything because of his insatiable desire for you?

A knock at his door suddenly snapped him out of his thoughts. His blood ran cold in his veins as he slowly rose from the bed. Jouno grabbed the sheet, lazily wrapping it around his waist before your voice echoed. "Jouno... can you let me in, please?" You sounded slightly out of breath, causing a smirk to paint over Jouno's features. He quickly concealed it as he made his way to the door. Reaching out for the doorknob while contemplating what excuse he would offer you to smooth things over.

The second the door swung open, you took in Jouno's frame. His bangs were sticking to his forehead from his perspiration and his cheeks held a rosy blush. As your gaze trailed lower, you noticed the way his cock was poking against the sheer fabric that he was holding loosely on his hips. You reached out for the sheet, tugging it out of Jouno's grasp as he stood before you wordlessly. Allowing this to play out.

Your pussy throbbed at the sight of his hard cock slapping up against his lower tummy the moment the sheet hit the floor. Jouno was too far gone to notice your physical reaction to him. Still focused on what he was going to say to you. "Y/n, it's not what you think-" Before Jouno could finish his sentence, you wrapped your arms around his neck. Silencing him with a passionate kiss. Jouno's lids fluttered open for a moment. Before they settled back in place. He wasted no time wrapping his arms around your waist. Pulling you impossibly close to his frame.

He gasped into the kiss when he noticed you were completely bare. You didn't bother to cover up before making your way to his room. Figuring he wouldn't be able to see you anyways. Jouno slowly stepped backward toward his bed. As you continued to embrace one another. The kiss became sloppy as you ran your tongue along his bottom lip. Causing a whine to slip out past his parted lips. But you were quick to silence him, trapping all of his needy moans inside the kiss you shared. Jouno felt the back of his thighs touch the mattress.

He wasted no time sitting back. Pulling you onto his lap as you both continued to explore each other. You couldn't help the moan that slipped past your lips as you felt the underside of Jouno's cock graze along your pussy from the impact of being pulled atop his lap. You finally broke the kiss. Panting out against his lips before you quickly blurted out. "F-Fuck, I wasn't thinking straight! Is this okay? Do you want me to stop?"

You tugged at the hair that rested at the nape of his neck in an attempt to soothe your anxiety. Jouno couldn't help the chill that ran down his spine at your cute actions. He took a shaky breath before a playful smirk painted along his features. "Hmm, I was just about to ask you the same thing... darling." He chuckled. Letting his hands explore your body freely. You shivered at his touch. His cold digits dancing along your skin that was set ablaze felt exhilarating.

You couldn't think straight. Jouno's touch was addicting. He brought his hands up your sides. Stopping right under your breasts. Jouno leaned in closer. His breath fanned against your neck as he spoke up. "Tell me... do you want this, y/n?" He wanted to hear you beg for more. He placed a few kisses on your neck as he awaited your response.

"Ah- yes! I-I want this... I want you. Please, Jouno..." You felt his smirk grow tenfold against the expanse of your neck. He let out a soft chuckle before he said. "There we go... good girl. Come here, darling. I want to taste you." Before you could process it, Jouno began to lie back against the plush duvet. Tugging on your hips, urging you to sit on his face. You flushed deeply at his insinuation.

"Jouno, I-I don't know about this... what if-"

"Ah, ah, ah... and just as I thought you were being good for me. I won't ask twice, darling."

You scored your bottom lip with your teeth. Taking another moment to think it through before you ultimately caved in. Letting out a breath you didn't even realize you were holding before climbing up Jouno's frame. Your thighs rested against either side of his cheeks as your needy pussy hovered mere centimeters above Jouno's awaiting mouth. He could smell you from how close your drooling cunt was to his face, causing his cock to throb painfully against his tummy.

"Fuck... you smell so sweet, y/n. I bet you taste even sweeter... let's test that theory, hm?" With that, Jouno hooked his arms around your thighs. Pulling you down swiftly against his hot mouth. "Jouno, ahn-! S-Shit..." He wasted no time devouring your drooling cunt. Lapping his tongue through your folds teasingly. Dipping his warm tongue inside your clenching pussy over and over again. Jouno couldn't help the whines that slipped out.

You tasted better than he imagined. His new favorite flavor... and your smell was so intoxicating. He was so drunk off of you. He wanted you all to himself from here on out. The feeling of you clenching around his tongue had his cock twitching uncontrollably. Jouno couldn't wait to feel you clenching around his dick instead. The thought alone pulled a deep groan from his lips. "Jouno- please, I need more...!" You begged.

He was purposefully avoiding your clit, and you knew it. He was trying to drag out this intimate experience for as long as he could. But he couldn't deny your pleas, not when you asked so sweetly like that. He teasingly lapped his way around your clit for a few moments before he pressed his tongue flat against your puffy bud. You couldn't help the way your hips jolted forward. Slightly humping against Jouno's face from the sudden friction.

"Hmn- s-shit, Jouno!" You whimpered out. Your hips continued to move on their own. Grinding back and forth against Jouno's tongue. Chasing the mouth-watering pleasure he was granting you. Heat swirled in your lower tummy as you rode Jouno's face. You were so close to cumming before you barged into his room. So there was no way you were going to last at this rate. Jouno could feel his own release building.

He couldn't believe this was actually happening right now. He's dreamed about you sitting on his face like this for as long as he can remember. But his imagination didn't compare in the slightest to the real thing. Your scent, taste, and sounds up close like this were truly divine. "Jouno, ahn... I-I'm gonna cum... please don't stop!" The sound of you moaning and begging his name was exhilarating. Jouno didn't think he would ever get used to how adorable you sounded when you were so enveloped up in pleasure like this.

Jouno wrapped his lips around your clit, delivering one harsh suck. Sending you over the edge. He was quick to follow in your footsteps. Jouno whined into your pussy as his cum shot out against his tummy. Reaching as far up to his chest as he throbbed harshly. He lapped at your pussy for a few moments more. Jouno couldn't get enough of your taste.

"Mnn... baby- no more, please..."

'Baby'

Jouno quickly pulled back. The endearing nickname rang through his ears as you lifted yourself off his face on shaky legs. You crawled back into his lap as Jouno sat upright, bringing his hands down to intertwine around your waist. You quickly took in his form. He was blushing deeply.

You noticed the way his release now coated his upper body. Yet... his cock was still painfully hard. "Jouno, did you?" He brought his finger to your lips, quickly silencing you before he quipped out, "Aww, what happened to you calling me 'baby'? I think you should call me that from now on, y/n." Your heart skipped a beat at his words.

"from now on."

"Jouno... what does this mean for us now?"

You suddenly blurted out. Feeling unsure of what the future held for your relationship after this encounter. "Hmm... well, you're mine now... of course. Don't you dare take this as a spur-of-the-moment thing, y/n... I want to be with you, and I've felt this way for a while now."

His confession left you speechless. You were not expecting this if you were being entirely honest. Jouno always kept his cards close to his chest. Keeping how he truly felt to himself for the most part. Unless of course, he was expressing his disdain for Tecchou. Jouno just smirked down at you. Enjoying the way your heart skipped a beat at his confession.

"Im assuming you like what you heard, hm?" Your mind was still spinning as you captured his lips against your own. Reaching down between your bodies to grab ahold of his still-hard cock. Jouno gasped against your lips at the sudden touch. Squeezing your hips tighter as you lined his length up to your entrance. The head of his cock nudged past the tight ring of your slick pussy. Causing you both to moan out in unison.

You pulled away from the kiss to focus on taking every inch of Jouno. "F-Fuck, you're so wet, darling... feels better than I imagined." He whined out. Pushing your hips down slowly, aiding you in taking his whole length. The second he bottomed out, Jouno threw his head back in pleasure. His hips were twitching as he tried his hardest to stay still. Allowing you to be in control for now. You experimentally lifted your hips before dropping back down into his lap.

"Ah... y/n, you're squeezing me so tight-!" You could tell Jouno was feeling slightly overstimulated from his first orgasm. He was trying to keep his composure as you began to find a rhythm atop his lap. You leaned in closer to Jouno, kissing up the expanse of his exposed neck as you continued to ride his cock. He let out a loud whine the moment your teeth grazed his throat. You left little marks in your wake as you ravished his neck. You pulled away for a moment to peer over him. Admiring his fucked out face.

Jouno's eyebrows were scrunched up in pleasure. His lip was caught between his teeth as little whimpers slipped out. His cheeks were a pretty shade of pink. He looked so adorable like this. "Hmm... you look so precious under me right now, baby." You cooed out. Jouno's hands immediately grounded your hips. Stopping you in your tracks as his head snapped forward. "What was that? Do you think I look... precious? No, this won't do."

In an instant, Jouno had you flipped on your back. Now you were the one underneath him. His figure loomed over you. As he brought his hands up to grasp yours. He pressed your wrists together before pushing your arms up over your head. "I think I let you take the reins long enough, darling." Jouno's smirk grew wide as he snapped his hips forward. Delivering one harsh thrust into your sopping pussy before he pulled back. Only leaving the tip of his cock inside you.

You clenched profusely around nothing, needing him deep inside you more than ever. "Jouno, why did you stop?" You whined out. Tugging your wrists against his grasp, but to no avail. "If you want something, you must ask for it nicely, hm?" You groaned at his teasing demeanor. You were too far gone to care about your pride at the moment. You needed him to fuck you, now.

"Please... Jouno, I need you- fuck me... please, baby! Please make me cum again- ah!" Your words set a fire under him. Your pleas, combined with you calling him baby, set him off. He was relentless. Slamming inside you, grinding his pelvis deep between your parted thighs. He wanted you to feel every inch. He plunged into your weeping pussy at a relentless pace. Finally gaining rhythm as he brought his face closer to yours.

Jouno found his way to the crook of your neck, kissing and licking at your throat before he bit down harshly. "Hah- baby, f-fuck!" You whimpered out. Clenching fiercer around his cock at his actions against your neck. He smirked against your skin before he pulled away from your throat. He brought one of his hands down to cup your chin, making you look at him. "What? I was simply returning the favor." He remarked in feigned innocence. Never once letting up on his ruthless pace inside your needy cunt.

"Hm, I was expecting a 'thank you' What, are you ungrateful, my darling y/n?" He cooed out. Still gripping your chin, forcing you to take in his smug expression. His tone of voice didn't match his face one bit. He began shaking your head in agreement with the grip he had on your jaw. Your eyes widened at his gesture before he spoke up once more.

"My, my... so you are ungrateful... what a shame, really... and here I thought you were my good girl. Guess not, how disappointing..." He said between pants. His own pace started to catch up with him.

"N-No! I am grateful! Please... t-thank you, baby! You fuck me so good!" Your words nearly had him cumming then and there. Jouno didn't expect you to be so desperate and pliable. It was... endearing, to say the least.

He released your chin from his grasp. Snaking his hand between your bodies, letting his fingers dance along your clit before he began rubbing tight circles against your bud. "Ah- baby, f-fuck! I'm close-! Please, let me touch you!" You whined out. Still straining your wrists against his tight grasp. How could Jouno say no to that adorable request?

"Of course, darling. Anything for my good girl." He cooed out before releasing his grasp on your wrists. You immediately brought your hands down to cup his face. Pulling him in impossibly close to your own. Jouno couldn't hold out for much longer. You were so good, too good. It was like you were made just for him. He could feel your walls spasming around his cock, so he knew you were close too.

"Jouno I-I'm..." He smiled down at you, his nose grazing against your own before he cooed out, "I know, baby... I know." With that, he smashed his lips against your own. Kissing you passionately as his fingers continued to rub against your puffy clit. His hips faltered when he felt your pussy gush around his cock. You moaned into his mouth as you came. Your eyes rolled back into your head the moment you felt Jouno's cum begin to fill you up.

Jouno let out a whine of his own as he shot his load deep inside you. He pushed his hips flush against your own. Making sure not a single drop would be wasted. He slowly pulled his hand away from your clit. Snaking it back up between your bodies. Cupping your cheek lovingly in the process. Jouno pulled away from your lips slowly. A small string of saliva kept your lips connected for a moment before you opened your eyes.

You took in his ethereal visage. Your heart skipped a beat as you did so. Causing Jouno's smile to grow wider. "You were so perfect for me, my darling y/n." He praised, causing you to blush deeper at his heartfelt words. You took in a shaky breath before you spoke up. "So... I guess this means we're more than roommates now, huh?" He couldn't help but laugh at your silly question before he played along.

"More than roommates?! Does this mean we're boyfriend and girlfriend now, hmm?" You slapped his chest playfully as a laugh escaped past your own lips. "Jouno! I'm serious, do you... actually, want that for us?" His face softened once more before he emitted a deep sigh shaking his head in disbelief playfully.

"Y/n, now you're starting to act as dense as that idiot, Tecchou. Yes, I want you to be my girlfriend, y/n." Your smile grew tenfold at his words. You let out a small giggle before you pulled him in for another kiss. It was short but sweet as you both smiled against each other's lips. Simply enjoying the close proximity you finally had with one another. As you pulled away from the kiss, you noticed something... familiar resting atop Jouno's pillow.

"Hey! Are those my panties- were you snooping in my room while I wasn't home?!"

Jouno quickly reached out for said article of clothing. Tucking it under his pillow before he brought his attention back to you. "What panties? What are you even talking about right now, y/n? You didn't forget that I'm blind, did you? I'm your boyfriend now... so you must remember the small details about me from here on out."

He joked, trying to distract you from his little... memento of yours that he took unbeknownst to you.

kind of went left with this one, but anyways! i hope you all enjoyed this oneshot (: thank you so much for reading this far!

special tag; @win-writes

[newneanis]

i saw u on a tsh post saying how yoiu could go into heavy detail abt how richard talks abt the way bunny eats and his weight to like justify killing him or smth and im BEGGING please go into heavy detail

HI!!! it’s been a minute since i’ve done a full read of the book so please forgive any inaccuracies and stuff!!!!

But let’s think about the times when Richard does go out of his way to mention bunny’s weight

The first instance is when bunny is harassing Henry about his new and fancy pen, a scene that’s supposed to serve as a full introduction to everyone and establish bunny as annoying (personally i find him endearing in that scene) now lets look at the specific LANGUAGE richard uses

“he leaned all of his considerable weight against the table”

this right after bunny says something or another about the cost of Henry’s pen which is showing us another one of bunny’s “annoying” traits which is his relationship with money!! personally i see the way this is written as deliberately insulting/unflattering there are plenty of way to say he leaned against that table but donna/richard goes out of their way to mention his “CONSIDERABLE WEIGHT” in a moment already highlighting one of his “flaws” after all his blackmailing of henry is one of the main leaders to his murder

bunny and his appetite are mentioned over and over again

“”why is everybody in here?” Bunny’s pained voice came booming from the hallway. “When do we eat?””

“”I’m starving” said Bunny with his mouth full. “Weak from hunger.””

“Camilla put on a Josephine Baker record; Bunny ate my lamb chop”

and many many other times!! this is something richard WANTS you to know just like how he WANTS you to know about the homophobia and the blackmail and the weird comments about jewish people and the annoyances he WANTS you to focus on these things and not to focus on the fact that they killed a young man that at one point WAS their friends. He is presenting his weight and his appetite as one of his FLAWS!!!

and on a meta level this book was written in the 80s published in the 90s and they aren’t exactly known for their body positivity

[sitp-recs]

Do you know of Drarry fics with a reality tv show theme 😁

Hi anon! I don’t know many but these are great fun:

a new kind of blind date by swoons (T, 1.2k)

Keen to escape his fans, Harry joins the cast of a hidden-identity dating show. The Love is Blind AU.

Blind Date by nerakrose (G, 1.8k)

A variety of high profile people are roped into a Blind Date reality programme.

Selling Britain by prolix (T, 3k)

The housing market in Wizarding Britain is booming, and the competition between realtors is fierce. “Selling Britain” offers a glimpse into the rich and ruthless lives of real estate brokers at the Patil Group, Diagon Alley’s premier real estate agency. Tensions are high after new realtor Harry Potter joins the team, but no one is more upset about the new addition than veteran agent Draco Malfoy. Or: Drarry meets "Selling Sunset".

The Perfect Match by PalenDrome (M, 16k)

After a disastrous blind date lands him an unflattering headline in the Prophet, Harry's friends convince him that being a contestant on a wizarding dating show couldn't be any worse.

Last City by zeitgeistic (E, 27k)

Twenty-four Twenty-three men, six cities, and one unusual sexual requirement.

Desperately Seeking... by @maesterchill (E, 34k)

Harry Potter is NOT desperate for someone to love. He DOESN'T need anyone's help to find a date. And he CERTAINLY doesn't want to go on a dating show! Unfortunately for him, his teenage children have other ideas. After all, they know just how big and loving (and a little bit lonely) their dad's heart is.

The Incredible Race by dysonrules (M, 50k)

Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, Aurors, are forced to join a televised global race in order to provide some free positive publicity for the Ministry, despite the fact that Aurors Potter and Malfoy don't exactly get along.

[a-master-procrastinator]

Alright, new character textures... where to start?

Like I said before, I like some changes more and others less. Overall I'm pretty neutral about it, but I also understand being upset about them bc it really should be optional (I saw someone say that the devs are working on adding a new slider for these textures, let's hope it's true).

My thoughts (specifically criticisms):

noticed that male characters have more detailed texture than female characters, and I kinda prefer the more detailed version. To me the difference on women is barely noticeable, and when they stand next to each other it looks a little silly

the inherent eyeliner and mascara on female faces look even more out of place next to new textures. There are some complexions that remove it, but I think it's not enough, and it would be better to improve the eyes as well (at least a little)

especially on togrutas, now that the eyeliner is even more intense (although not on all faces)

not sure if the texture update caused that or was it a choice, but hair colors look much lighter than before, and it doesn't seem to be a lighting issue. Black hair looks less, well, black (I remember when they added a new hair color bc the old black wasn't dark enough)

similar problem with skin colors. Some look more saturated while other look more pale. Could be a lighting issue in some cases, but I know at least some togrutas have slightly lighter skin now

patchy skin on chiss characters, but everyone already know that

I don't think lighting works well with these textures in a lot a pre 7.4 cutscenes. Often characters happen to stand in shadows so we can't see much, or lighting hits all the 'unflattering' details (in quotes because it's subjective)

I also suspect that my screen resolution might have played a part in my neutral-slightly positive impression. See, my screen resolution is this weird 1366x768p, so not exactly 1080p or higher as some people have, and it's possible that the textures are showing slightly less pronounced on my screen. Or maybe it doesn't matter that much.

And to show that it really is different depending on lighting and character, here are some pictures of my characters before and after 7.4 lighting changes.

Huge difference, right? In most cases the new texture isn't even that visible because it's either too dark to see anything or the lighting is too flat on the face.

I have one comparison, where both screenshots were taken in the new lighting, but it's dark so it probably isn't a good showcase:

However, without comparing to pre 7.6, sometimes my characters look nice.

And Vintu doesn't even look different lol

[meetmyothersouls]

hey! could you do a Jonah imagine, where he and the reader are house mates (like in flat mates) and the reader is sick of being single (me rn) and wants to take some pics for her hinge account and she asks Jonah for help and Jonah just confessing his love for her

Ooooh I really love this idea!

Hinge

Warnings: online dating, taking photos, not being happy with the way you look, fluff

You feel silly as you slip on one of your best outfits, one that makes you feel confident and sexy. Black leggings and a strappy tank top that you'd normally reserve for date night...the only problem was you'd not had an actual date in years...let alone a reason to wear a sexy outfit. But it was time to change that, after years of vowing to stay away from dating sites, you were finally going to break it.

Your Hinge account was already all set up. You already registered, answered all the annoying questions about yourself and what you look for in a man. The only thing left was to upload the dreaded profile picture. You decided that taking the picture in your bedroom felt too intimate and decided to take it in the living room. You roommate, Jonah, wasn't due home from work until 8pm, so you wouldn't have to deal with a firing squad of questions, but you had to work fast.

You set up your iPhone's self-timer, propped it up on the entertainment center, and stood awkwardly in the middle of the living room. Before you had a chance to pose, the flash went off, capturing you in the most unflattering stance and lighting possible.

"Ughhh, fuck!" You growled as you looked at the picture. "Why can't I be one of those effortlessly pretty Instagram girls."

"Why would you wanna be one of those? They're all plastic and photoshop," the voice of your roommate sounded behind you.

You jumped, turned around and hid your phone behind your back, instantly earning an arched, inquisitive eyebrow from Jonah. "Watcha doin?" He asked, not bothering to hide the grin that told he knew exactly what you were doing.

You thought about lying, hiding your embarrassment from your insanely attractive roommate who obviously could not imagine what it's like to being in your position: single, depressed and sexually frustrated. But then, an idea popped into your head.

"I'm taking pictures for my Hinge account."

"Is that so?" Jonah asked, his face contorting into a mixture of confusion and humor. He made his way to the kitchen and grabbed himself a glass of water before walking back over to you. "I've gotta say, y/n, I've seen you take exactly...zero pictures of yourself since we've been living together. And I didn't take you for the online dating type."

"I'm just sick of being single!" You groaned, plopping back down on the couch.

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Jonah said, taking a seat next to you.

You smiled to yourself, a perfect opening for you to ask him for help. "Maybe you can help me!"

"I'd love to help you," he responded quickly.

"Okay, perfect!" You slapped your phone against his chest. "I need you to take some photos of me and be brutally honest with me as you take them. Like tell me if they suck or not, okay?"

Jonah sighed, "Yeah, okay. I can do that."

"Great!" You said, jumping up off the couch in excitement.

You posed for Jonah, and he gave you some simple tips and instructions on how to take a really good picture. By the time it was over you had several to decent ones to choose from.

"What about this one?" You asked Jonah as you scrolled through your gallery next to him on the couch.

"I think they're all good."

"Yeah, but like do I look pretty?"

"I always think you look pretty," Jonah said in a small voice.

You tried not to let the compliment get to you; he's just saying that because you're his roommate.

"Yeah, but like-okay-so out of all these photos which one would you look at and say, 'yeah I'd date her'?"

Jonah took another deep breath. "Honestly?"

You looked at Jonah expectantly.

"All of them." He didn't look at you when he said it. He wasn't even looking at your phone or the pictures anymore. His eyes were down on his lap watching his hands as he cracked his knuckles nervously. "I think you're amazing. I think you're the most astounding woman I've ever seen. And I definitely don't think you need to be on Hinge to find someone who wants to be with you. And...I mean I guess if you do feel that way then I haven't really been doing a good job at hinting that I like you."

"Y-you? Like me?"

Jonah made eye contact with you now, his blue ones bouncing between both of yours. You'd never thought of dating Jonah because...well you never let yourself. He was one of those 'in your dreams' kind of guys, it took you two weeks to even feel comfortable sitting next to him on the sofa, but maybe that was because you'd had feelings for him all along. "I would have come out and said it but I wasn't sure if you felt the same way and I didn't want to make it weird...since you know...we live together...and I guess if you don't like me then I've just ruined it all but-"

"No! No! I definitely like you, I guess I just wasn't expecting you to like me...not like that," you laughed nervously.

Jonah scooted closer to you on the couch. "So, do we just try this out?" He put his arm around you and pulled you into his side. "Or do I need to make a Hinge account as well and match with you first?"

"No," you laughed, "I don't think there's a need for Hinge or pictures anymore."

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Scent Match - Part 5

lycan x human celebrity x non-celebrity contemporary fantasy

(Note: Started with an anon asking for the phrase prompt, “Oh. Oh.”)

Summary: When Amber Dyer decided to attend a Creator Con, she never expected to run into Of Wolf and Blood lycan hearthrob, Augustine Prime.

But, there he was, stooping over her table, asking to buy the unflattering drawing of his character. Valuing integrity over taking money from a celebrity and running (though she was sorely tempted,) Amber finishes the sketch and delivers it to Augustine.

However, he continues to doggedly pursue her and entwine their lives.

All because of her scent.

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Amber gaped up at the softly smiling Augustine, catching the slight wave of his tail in her peripheral vision. A long moment stretched between them before she gasped, "You're not serious,"

"I am. Your scent is…” He trailed off, his eyes fluttering closed before inhaling deeply. Explaining scents was always difficult, since there was a layer of description non-lycans just wouldn’t understand. Ambrosial and stimulating, her scent eased in through his nose and danced on the back of his tongue, before sifting through his whole body.

Amber watched as his impressive chest expanded. Embarrassment flittered inside her ribcage, skittish feelings racing along her limbs. It was hard for her to acknowledge how his expression melted even further, his tail wagging a little harder when he opened his eyes. “You have one of the best fragrances I've encountered in a long time. Maybe ever."

"Not marriage proposal good!" Her brain floundered, still trying to make sense of the situation. Augustine Prime had proposed to her. Over her smell. Who did that? She searched his face for some indication this was a joke or a weird attempt at teasing. He simply smiled down at her. 

"Yes, marriage proposal good." Augustine almost took a step forward, before thinking better of it as Amber’s eyes widened a fraction of an inch. A thought suddenly tumbled through his head and he patted his pockets, until he withdrew an old receipt from his pants and a pen from his jacket’s breast pocket. Forgetting her wariness, he leaned over her with the pen and paper in hand.

“What do you think you’re doing,” she hissed, pressing tight up against the wall, but craning her neck to see what in blazes he was doing. She tried to ignore how his body heat and scent hugged around her. He had a piece of paper pressed flushed to the wall as he scratched what appeared to be a number and email address onto it. 

Thankfully, Augustine was soon finished and stepped back. He held the paper out to her, pocketing his pen again. "This is my contact information - my personal contact information - so you can think it over and call me or message me. Hell, text me whenever."

Her hand moved without much thought. After accepting the receipt, she stared at it. She still couldn’t accept that this wasn’t a joke. This wasn’t his real private information. He wouldn’t be that lackadaisical, would he? She could sell this information to a fan or outlet. "How can you trust me with this?"

Augustine chuckled, giving a one-shouldered shrug. "If my trust is misplaced, I'll just get a new phone number and email address."

She squinted up at him, overwhelmed with a sense of working-class disgust. While changing contact information could range from an inconvenience to extremely dire, she couldn’t think of anyone who would take that risk for someone they just met.

The longer Amber stared up at him, albeit with a baffled and somewhat appalled expression, the more Augustine’s grin grew. It was the longest she’d looked at him without looking away. He wasn’t exactly sure if that was a good thing or not, given the less-than-positive expression, but he would take it.

“How can you be so flippant about this?” Her eyes wheeled between the paper and his face. On top of being freely given the information in hand, he wanted to marry her. That implied shared assets and, if he was being sincere about the prenup, she could set herself up for life. Hell, in theory, she could marry him then skip on over to divorce court. “I could ruin you! Marriage is a big deal!” 

Augustine could only shrug to her exclamations. Yes, it was true she could ruin him. It was also true that marriage was a big deal, usually. He couldn’t argue those points. Looking down at Amber Dyer, though, he couldn’t help but feel this was right. Their interactions for the evening, though stilted, felt fine. She was pleasant and sweet, attentive to others and a little quiet. The itch to find out more about her, to take care of her, to have her scent around him forever, were all very hard to ignore.

The longer he stared down at her, that damned soft smile on his lips and an eager expression in his eyes, the more Amber’s heart thrummed. A sudden thought flickered through her head as she searched Augustine’s face. Once again, her hand moved before she thought too hard about it. She thrust her hand out, cell phone in her palm, and demanded,“Give me your manager’s number.” 

“What?” A quizzical look flickered over Augustine’s face, but he was already reaching for his own cell phone. “Why?” 

“Because someone needs to rein you in and isn’t it usually managers that do that?” 

“I already told them what I was going to do.” He smiled as he tapped along his phone screen until the correct contact came up. He held his phone out to Amber, screen facing her. 

"We'll see about that…" Amber’s lips pursed unhappily as she squinted from Augustine’s phone to her own. She tapped in the number and, once she pressed her phone to her ear, Augustine pocketed his own phone again.

With his hands on his hips, head tilted, he smiled down at the flustered woman.

The phone rang once, before someone picked up. “Go for Xomoa.”

The voice on the other end was husky, deep, somehow exuding a sense of heat. Amber swallowed the feeling of intimidation as she primly responded, “Hello, my name is Amber Dyer, she/they. Um, I’m here with Augustine Prime and he doesn’t seem too well-” 

“Ah, Ms. Dyer,” Xomoa sighed, though whether the manager was relieved or not, Amber couldn’t tell. “Judging from your tone, I take it Auggie actually went through with it.” 

“Excuse me?” Amber blinked, the minutely rehearsed momentum de-railed by the interruption.

“He proposed all because of your scent.”

Again, heat licked through Amber. Her shoulders hunched as she squeaked out, “Yes.” 

There was a long pause of quiet, as if the person on the other end of the phone expected something. Eventually, Xomoa pressed, “And you said…?” 

Amber was at a loss for what to say. This wasn’t how she pictured this conversation going. “And I said what?”

With unerring patience, Xomoa clarified, “What is your answer?” 

It was such a simple question. One that Amber should have known the answer to, but her mind completely blanked. 

“I… I…” With the metaphorical rug utterly decimated out from under Amber’s feet, her eyes wheeled from a vacant mid-distance to Augustine’s face. He had shifted into a crouch, elbow on his knee and hand cradling his chin as he stared up at Amber. His grin was the pinnacle of shit-eating as he carefully watched her expression. “You’re fine with this?!” 

“Absolutely not, but Auggie does what he does.” The sigh Xomoa gave alluded to years, if not decades, of experience with ‘Auggie.’ “Would you like my input?” 

“Sure.” Why not, Amber figured. It wasn’t as if any of this made sense to her. Maybe the steady, no-nonsense voice on the other end of this conversation had some ideas that would reboot Amber’s brain.

“Take some time to think it over. From a practical point-of-view, you don’t get proposed to by an A-list celebrity every day, but your privacy will be severely hampered. Fame is a double-edged sword.” Xomoa’s logical tone calmed the frantic flurry of Amber’s thoughts. 

She had been so focused on Augustine pulling her leg or not being in a stable frame of mind, she didn’t even consider accepting. What would it look like to be involved with a celebrity? And was that something she could even stomach? 

“Why are you okay with this? Are you sure he didn’t miss a medicine dose or something?” Amber pressed on, not totally capable of accepted that Augustine Prime wanted to marry her. Even if he had the money to break it off easily, it still seemed unlikely. Her attention flicked down to the actor, who pouted at her words in a painfully over-acted fashion. “This smells like a manic phase he’s going to regret later.”

“Don't make a mistake. I don’t trust you, but I trust Auggie to make appropriate decisions, even if he’s brash.” Amber felt pity for the manager having to wrangle in their client. The resigned edge to their words made it clear they had attempted to fend off Augustine’s whims before and lost. “If he feels this strongly, I’ll bow to his determination.”

“That doesn’t sound wise,” Amber muttered, lips pressing thin as Augustine continued to pout up at her, though his tail wagged genially. Then again, she didn’t know what he’d do if his requests were ignored or denied. Once more, the very fact she barely knew him reverberated through her head.

“Usually, it’s not, but you took the time to call me, worried over Auggie’s state of mind in this pursuit.” The acknowledgement in Xomoa’s voice was almost missed with their dry tone. But their next words made complicated sensations ping through Amber. “Consider it a small hurdle to gaining my trust.”

“I still have worries over his state of mind.” Amber pressed back against the wall again as Augustine got to her feet. The pout was gone from his lips and, in its place, that seemingly ever-present slight smile. 

“As do most of us,” they mused, the wisp of a smile in their voice. “Is he there? Can you put him on the phone?” 

Oh, he must have known his manager would want to talk to him. That was why he hovered around her. Wariness in Amber eased as she nodded, even though Xomoa couldn’t see the gesture. “Sure.” 

With that, Amber handed Augustine her phone and edged a little further from him. She needed some space to think and the way his body heat took over a space wasn’t helping. 

With a deep breath, she broke down the situation into small nuggets of fact. Augustine Prime had proposed to her, because he liked her scent. He was willing to sign a prenuptial that would give her half of his assets. There was no requirement of sex or intimacy. He just wanted her around so he could smell her.

Even with the facts, the whole situation felt surreal, but she trudged on.

Presumably, she wouldn’t have to work while they were married. His generational wealth and his value as an actor would see to that. If they divorced, and she took her fair share, working wouldn’t be necessary for survival either. 

If they married, did he expect her to move to California? To Follywood? Amber’s stomach dropped at that thought as feeling overwhelmed coasted over her once more. The amount of people, the traffic, the expenses. 

Again, he was footing the bill, though.

Beyond all that, being in Follywood might open doors for a creative writer or artist, wouldn’t it? Augustine might even have some connections. She bit down on her thumbnail at the thought, her brain wracking itself to understand the potential boost in her dream career.

“How are you feeling?” Augustine’s voice interrupted her intense introspection. She jumped, turning to face him again. That damn soft smile twitched with amusement at her reaction, but he held her phone out to her.

“I’m not going to lie. It’s tempting. As shallow as this sounds, you're obscenely rich and, depending on the prenup, I could be set for life.” Amber reached out and took her phone, doing her best to keep contact with the man minimal. Her gaze falling to the phone’s screen, seeing the call ended and nothing amiss. Her fingers slid over the edge of the case, feeling a little more stable as she considered the situation from a logically beneficial standpoint. “And you have connections in the entertainment industry that might help me.” 

He bent down toward her, a goofy smile spread over his lips. “Also, I’m talented and not too hard on the eyes, right?” 

Amber blinked up at him, staring at the way he posed. With his hand near his chin, his thumb and index finger extended, she almost waited for him to wink. It would complete the flirtatious character persona. When the wink didn’t happen, she remembered he’d asked a question. With a sigh and a shrug, Amber tried to pitch something relatively safe. “You’re a good actor, I suppose.” 

Well, Augustine couldn’t say he expected that. Genuine surprise flickered over his features. “What? Don’t you find me attractive?” 

She surprised him further by taking time to look at him. As if his visage wasn’t often plastered on magazines at check-out stands or slapped across websites. “Aesthetically, yes. You’re attractive. You have a nice smile, your eyes are expressive, and - I know this sounds silly -  but your hands are nice.” 

“But are you attracted to me?” His eyes narrowed as he assessed her body language, her expression. There was a tinge of a flush to her cheeks, but that was always there. Amber Dyer was a shy delight. He had a feeling any closeness between her and others - except maybe her friend Addie - would have resulted in pleasant little blushes.

“I don’t know you well enough to answer that,” she said immediately, leaning away from him. The heat on her cheeks worsened just trying to sus out her own feelings on the subject.

Augustine gave a thoughtful hum, his eyes still narrowed as if he were trying to spot something he just couldn’t see.

Whether he was annoyed or curious, Amber couldn’t determine. Actors were notoriously arrogant, weren’t they? Did he even want to marry her after hearing she possibly didn’t find him the most beautiful man to walk the earth? “Knowing that, do you still want to marry me?” 

“Of course. That’s a pretty minor issue.” His curious expression melted into a smile at her question. Beyond Amber’s scent, Augustine had found her to be adorable, thoughtful, curious. None of it turned him off to having her around. If anything, the urge to keep her around worsened since now she was a curiosity on top of everything else. Marriage would hopefully give him a chance to understand her even better. Or at least try to.

To that, Amber actually laughed and shook her head. She didn’t quite believe he genuinely felt so lackadaisical about it, but she had no proof otherwise. Either he was truthful or his acting skills were phenomenal. It honestly could have gone either way.

“So, should we go back to the dance?” He asked, making a motion back the way they came. 

“I was actually planning to leave.” She offered him an apologetic smile, before adding with a gesture to his frame, “After all this, I definitely need to think.”

Augustine bit back his disappointment, his expression faltering. He wasn’t ready to part from her, though. With a raise of one shoulder and a sheepish grin, he asked, “Can I walk you back to your room then?” 

Uncertainty peppered Amber’s initial thoughts. Pressing her lips together, she glanced toward the exit. Common sense told her to deny the request. As much of a well-known celebrity as he was, he was still a stranger. Letting him walk her back meant giving away the location where she was staying. 

That wasn’t to say she wasn’t tempted or that she wanted to outright deny him. Despite herself, Amber was finding Augustine’s presence interesting, if nothing else. When her eyes dragged back to his face, she only offered him an awkward smile. “I don’t want you getting mugged by fans or the paparazzi.”

“Eh, I can handle myself. Just flash them a smile and wink.” Augustine demonstrated his tactic with a liveliness that made it seem he had no problems being hounded. Indeed, there was a level of flattery to be had, having so many at his heels. With the knowledge he’d come onto Amber strong, Augustine reeled back his performative bravado. “But if you don’t want me to, I’ll back off.”

She watched him carefully. From his haughty bravado to the way he eased, body language softening with… well, she wouldn’t call it shyness or uncertainty, but a sort of delicacy. The realization struck Amber as strange. As an actor, the man was phenomenal, but from their time in person, she thought he had the tact of a bag of bricks.

Amber bit her bottom lip, wondering if she was wrong on some level. Regardless, under his hopeful gold gaze, her shoulders sagged and she relented. “Okay, you can walk with me.”

Immediately, Augustine’s demeanor changed again. Back to the puppy-dog grin and perked ears and wagging tail. He offered his arm to her, waggling his eyebrows. 

Once again, Amber hesitated. She looked between his proffered arm to his face, imagining the sort of gleeful malice that would fill the Internet if a picture of them together circulated. While Amber wouldn’t call herself ugly, she was nowhere near the same level of beauty as celebrities. People would call her a thirsty fan or maybe even a stalker Augustine had to assuage. 

Looking into his eager face, her resilient restraint faltered. This had to be part of the issue Xomoa spoke about earlier, when referring to Augustine being difficult to stop. He just evoked a sense of sureness that made Amber feel like everything would be fine. The status difference between them, the attractiveness, everything, didn’t matter. 

“Don’t make me regret this,” she sighed, accepting his offered arm. Even as she looped her hand under his elbow, she was too afraid to let it settle heavily. It was the weight of Augustine’s hand, settling over hers, that forced Amber’s palm to press flush to him.Heat razed up her back as he leaned over her, making it all the harder to meet his gaze. 

“No promises, Miss Dyer.” Augustine grinned down at her, catching the flush darkening her cheeks. He struggled to keep his tone light and playful, even as greater wants churned inside him. Something about the way her eyes focused on him, her fingers digging a little into his arm, did sinfully delightful things to his insides. Clearing his throat, trying to coax away the thoughts that would definitely get him into trouble, he asked, “So, where to?”

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After another quick trip with the personal shuttle - more like chauffeurs, Amber learned - and a quiet walk through the hotel, the two were soon at her door. They had managed to continue idle conversation. From weather, to the final exhibitions tomorrow, to Amber even mentioning how she hoped to clear out her stock. She was surprised to find Augustine attentive, asking questions and input. Even when the talk had little to do with him.

Though, Augustine would argue anything to do with her had to do with him. The need to see her happy and safe had taken further root the longer she was in his presence. He had a feeling that would be the case. Even as Amber rifled through her bag and pulled out her hotel keycard, Augustine couldn’t keep the bummed out feeling from ballooning in his chest. Even now, after so much time together, he wanted more. It was too much, he knew, but he still wanted it.

“Well, thank you for walking me back, Mr. Prime.” Once her door unlocked, she pushed her way inside her room and threw her purse onto her bed. As expected, Addie hadn’t returned. Vaguely, she wondered if her friend would even be back that evening. She turned back to her companion, leaning in her room’s door jamb as she tilted her face toward him. 

“Call me Augustine.” He planted one arm on the wall beside her door, leaning close to her proximity. Subtly, he inhaled deeply, trying to get a fill of her aroma for the evening. Even her body heat teased across the distance between them. He could still feel where she had touched his elbow earlier, the way her fingers had dug into him. Shamefully, he knew he wanted so much more.

“Hmn… I don’t think I will.” A pout threatened to crease Augustine’s features at her answer. Once more, Xomoa’s words echoed in Amber’s ears as she sighed, “Not yet, at least.” 

Disappointed, Augustine sighed but accepted her answer. He couldn’t very well push it. Especially if he wanted her to accept his proposal. Besides, there’d be time. Even if Amber seemed unsure, she hadn’t ended their time together when she could have. 

He let himself be buoyed by that thought as he tried to put as much charm into his smile as he could. “Fine, fine. Can I call you Amber?” 

Amber still struggled over the strangeness of it all. A celebrity asking to call her by her first name. The thought sent strange feelings through her, as if a member of royalty were asking to call a peasant by something intimate. It was just strange. 

“I suppose you can,” she replied with a shrug. Of the two of them, it was more acceptable for him to use her first name, she thought. Besides, it wasn’t abnormal for her.

“Well, goodnight then, Amber.” A million dollar smile crossed his lips, showing off his pointed pearly whites. She could have sworn the very air around him warmed and lightened at the very expression. Maybe it was the delight gleaming in his eyes that was just making her feel warmer, though. 

“Goodnight.” She peered at Augustine from the crack of her door. Something fluttered in her chest, prompting her to add, “I will think about your offer.” 

Her words seemed to make his features brighten further. A flash of a smile, of his sharp teeth, tilted at his lips before he turned to leave. Augustine didn’t get far before he stopped in his tracks and snapped his fingers. 

Turning back to Amber, who still stood sentry behind her door watching him curiously, he said, “Before I forget. There’s a charity auction tomorrow. One of those ‘win a dinner date’ things.” 

She stared up at him, trying to understand what it had to do with her. Did he want her to go with him? Or win him? Immediately, the thought the events of the day took a turn. Had he just wanted her attention so he’d have some schmuck to bid on him? His commission had been $200 so he knew she had that much at least.  

“It’s a PR obligation. Raises money for a good cause, yadda yadda.” Unaware of the way Amber’s thoughts were painting him, Augustine turned back to her and approached her door. He leaned a shoulder against the wall nearby, an apologetic expression softening his features. There was a tiny swell of guilt sloshing around in him, but it couldn’t be helped. There were some contractual things he couldn’t wiggle out of. “I can’t really get out of it. I just wanted to let you know, since it might seem weird after everything.” 

“Oh, well. Have fun?” A brief look of confusion crossed her features, before she realized he was waiting for something. It took her half-a-second to realize what he was looking for. “I won’t be getting jealous. Again, I barely know you.” 

“Yeah, okay. Good to know.” Augustine pushed himself off the wall, rubbing the back of his neck. A sense of disappointment swelled in his chest, but he stowed that away. There wasn’t anything he should be disappointed with, he told himself. He’d already gotten more grace from Amber than anyone else said he would. 

One last time, he softly smiled at Amber. “Well, uh, goodnight.” 

“Goodnight,” she reciprocated, watching as he turned and walked away, dawdling a little, before she closed the door.

Once the door was closed, Amber pressed her back against it. She took a steadying breath, realizing how hard her heart beat and how warm her face felt, before reaching for her phone. Thumbing her way to an ongoing chat with Addie, her mind was a chaotic tumble of what to say. As she typed out her message - informing her friend of the newest turn of events - Amber gave pause. Would Addie - would anyone - believe her? Wouldn’t this sound like the delusional ravings of an obsessed fan? 

Amber pressed her lips thin and gave her head a good shake, before finishing her text to her friend. What was she even thinking? She had precedent on her side. It wasn’t as if Augustine would deny he had proposed to her, either. For some reason, that was something Amber was certain of.

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I love the new SotE art style so much. Genuinely. I find that everyone is so much more expressive now that they're allowed to have feelings and reactions that don't look pretty. I definitely value selling the plot and the emotions way over the characters being easy on my eyes.

And people actually have different features now! Different bodies and faces! They're not like a line of fashion dolls where they have about 3 slightly varied models and they just stick different hair on them! I mean, personally I think they could go further. They're still all pretty conventionally attractive, they're just not almost exactly identical. I think they could give them more unique looks if they weren't afraid to make them less hot.

I mean, one of the main reasons I distanced myself from SotE years ago was because the art style gave me HORRIFIC body dysmorphia. I felt so ugly all the time looking at all these identical waif, eyelash-fluttering twinks. And I'm being so fr when I say my insecurities cleared right up the second I got into a fandom where the characters are allowed to have different faces and body types. Where characters can be unflattering and feral and "ugly" and no one is weird about it. It's really helped me. And it makes me happy that I can look at SotE and not feel the way I used to, because of their art style change.

Anyway, most people when they're screaming in agony aren't very pleasant to look at. Most people when they're just sitting there at ease aren't super hot and posed and instagram-ready. Most people look different from each other, and not all of them will fit one person's ideal standard of beauty. And I find it a lot easier to immerse myself in a world where everyone is not uncannily perfect and elegant.

{P.S this is not me saying you have to love the art style. Maybe it just isn't your thing. But I don't think I've seen a single positive post about it and I wanted to give my 2 cents, because it makes me very sad seeing something that helped me enjoy this media again free of pain so universally ridiculed. So I'm being the change I want to see :3}

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Evermore

Joel Miller x fem!Reader

Part 8

TW: Nothing really. This is just just fluff and filler.

You wake up with something wrapped around your waist, and your hand is holding onto something warm. There’s also something firm pressed against your back.

And it’s breathing.

You open your eyes slowly, seeing a tanned arm in front of you, one you’re holding close to your chest. You turn around, knowing exactly who your about to see.

Joel Miller.

Shit.

You have no idea what you’re supposed to do. You two kissed. He ran. You made up, and you’re pretty sure you confessed your love to each other.

So by all means, this should be okay.

That doesn’t stop you from slowly, carefully trying to move his arm and get out of bed. You grab his arm, trying to ignore the urge to stay right where you are when he shifts a bit, his nose pressing into the crook of your neck.

He mumbles something when you lift up his arm, stirring and pulling his head back when he realizes the situation you’re in.

“I-“

You stop him before he can start.

“It’s fine.” You say it quicker then you meant to, and it sounds an awful lot like you’re asking him to stay.

And you are. You might not say it directly, but you are.

God, you hope he does.

You haven’t been this comfortable in years, and being in a bed isn’t even the best part. It’s him. It’s having somebody show you affection.

Show you love.

He moves back to where he was, stiff as a board.

“So…I should stay.” He asks, a bit shocked at your request, hoping you confirm what he thinks you’re asking.

You shove your face in the pillow for a moment, blushing as he questions you.

“If you want…I mean. We…well, I think we both know we’re not just friends.” You say carefully, not wanting to scare him off.

Again.

You understand, but you’re still a little bitter about that.

And if he leaves right now?

You know yourself well enough to know you’ll be petty about it.

Luckily for him, he settles back into his position, his chest like a heater against your back. It’s perfect, a slight chill in the air from autumns slow approach.

“Good.” He voice is low, almost shy, behind you. You’re glad he can’t see your face right now, as it’s turned an unflattering shade of red.

Joel is a man of few words, but the ones he says, he chooses carefully.

Good.

Not okay.

Not alright.

Good.

He’s glad you’re not just friends.

He’s glad he’s waking up next to you.

And most of all, he’s glad you want him to stay. He wouldn’t have thought this would happen at all, let alone after the shit he pulled last night.

A sudden wave of emotions crashes over you. You’re being held, in a bed, in a town, with people, and not a clicker in sight. Ellie’s in the next room, and Joel’s beside you.

It all feels so domestic. So real.

You could cry. You might. You would’ve if you didn’t know Joel would ask why. He checks on you even when nothing was wrong. If you just started crying?

He cares about you, and he shows it in his own way. He’s not the most obvious, but he tries, you know he does.

Tears begin to brim in your eyes.

Stop it.

You can’t. For a second, it feels like you’re leading a normal life. Like you won’t go back out into the real world soon. Like you’re not trying to make a cure for the apocalypse. Like you could stay like this forever.

You move your hand to wipe away tears before placing it back on Joel’s arm. He looks up over your shoulder at your face when he feels wetness on your finger.

Dammit.

What did he do now? Is he too close, do you want him to leave?

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” His voice is gentle when he speaks to you, and he’s ready to pull away, convinced this is the product of something he screwed up.

You sigh, shaking your head and turning around to face him.

“It’s not you. Well, it is. But it’s not bad. I-I just…I miss it. I miss living in a world where this was normal. And this all feels so..so normal. Like how it should be.” You look down at his chest, fidgeting with the collar of his shirt, trying not to show your eyes glistening with tears.

He understands. Of course he does. He’s been living the same way you have for years. And he would do anything do give you that.

And then it hits him.

He can.

He speaks before he can really consider what he’s promising.

“It can be. It will be. Once all this is done, we’ll come back here. We’ll have a life and it will be so incredibly average, and so boring, and so normal, and it’s gonna be amazing. I promise.” He smiles thinking about it. A life like this.

A life with you.

You look up at him, sniffling a bit.

“We?”

Joel nods slowly, debating whether or not to kiss you. God knows he wants to.

He can’t bring himself to do it. He doesn’t know if he can do it. He doesn’t know what you are, what this is.

It’s stupid, he knows that. He’s promising a life with you, he told you he loved you last night. And yet he doesn’t know if he can kiss you.

He cups your cheek instead, wiping away a tear.

“Yeah, darlin’. We.” His eyes flicker down to your lips, his doubts burning in his mind.

You said it yourself, you two are more than friends.

That still doesn’t tell him what you are.

“Joel?” You ask, his gaze hasn’t left your mouth for a while.

He looks back up at you, trying to find his words when he looks you in the eyes.

Here you are, in bed with him, in his arms, pressed close to him. It doesn’t feel real.

It doesn’t feel like something he deserves.

You’re too good for him. That thought has been lingering in the back of his head since last night.

Since he left you. He hates himself for it. You might have forgiven him, but he certainly hasn’t. All he can think is how he could do that to you.

And then you kiss him.

It’s slow, but so sudden. It’s gentle, it’s careful.

It’s nervous, and it’s uncertain.

It’s everything he’s feeling right now.

He kisses you back for a moment, his lips are chapped, and the kiss is quick and honestly a bit uncomfortable. Neither of you are used to this, not even a little.

That doesn’t stop you from enjoying every second of it.

You pull away slowly, not really wanting to, but too nervous to drag it out further.

So, you’re allowed to kiss.

That answers one of Joel’s many questions.

You see the uncertainty in his eyes. It hasn’t left since your talk last night.

He stills thinks he’s no good for you.

“Joel.” You repeat his name, and he’s hoping for another kiss to follow.

He clears his throat.

“Yeah?”

It’s too confusing, not knowing exactly what’s going on between you two.

“We’re together, okay? However you want to look at that. I mean, I’m with you, at the very least. I’m with you, and I’m not leaving. No matter what you say about yourself, I’m with you. You…we understand each other. We’re..we’re bonded. Okay?” You’re a bit nervous, this is your confession. Your version of I love you, but there’s an almost stern tone to your voice.

One that tells him this is not the time to say what a bad man he is and tell you that he can’t love you.

Because somehow, that’s all you want.

You want him to love you. Even if he doesn’t know how. Even if you don’t put a label on it. You want him to love you.

And God, you want to love him most of all.

He doesn’t know when he started smiling, but he has a feeling it won’t wear off anytime soon.

“Okay. I’m with you.” It almost feels like an agreement. An understanding that neither of you have a clue what you’re doing.

And that’s okay.

You’re smiling too now, and a small laugh escapes you. The giddy kind. The sweet kind.

The kind that makes Joel fall for you all over again.

It’s his turn to kiss you. It’s less uncomfortable this time, and you both smile into it. He starts to lay you on your back, deepening the kiss as he wraps his arm around your waist, careful not to lean his whole body weight on you.

His other hand travels a bit lower, ghosting over your hip. He settles his hand on your thigh, pulling at the fabric of your sweats a bit.

You use one hand to cup the back of his head, the other trailing over his broad back.

Your breath hitches in your throat when his hand slips under your shirt, moving higher. You pull away for a second to breath before Joel’s lips are on yours again.

You didn’t mean for things to escalate this fast.

That doesn’t mean you don’t like it.

His hand is on your ribs now, dangerously high.

Being with him is so overwhelming, so all encompassing. It’s like an ocean you’d throw yourself in just to drown.

He goes to move his lips to your neck, the world outside this bed lost to him.

The door swings open quickly, Tommy’s voice ringing out.

“Hey y’a- Shit!”

It closes just as fast.

“Sorry! I’m sorry! Ellie said you were in here, I thought you two were still argu-“

Joel’s gruff, thoroughly annoyed voice interrupts.

“Tommy. Shut the hell up.”

You hear him shuffle away from the door. “Got it. Sorry…”

Joel grumbles something along the lines of ‘that dumbass’ as he rolls off of you, wiping a hand over his forehead.

You pull a pillow over your face, blushing wildly.

“We should get ready.” You say, your voice muffled by the pillow.

Joel groans, adjusting uncomfortably. “Yeah.” He looks over to you, smiling despite his annoyance when he sees you peeking over the edge of the pillow, creases by your eyes from your laughter.

He leans over, pulling the pillow off your face, kissing you quickly before getting up and heading over to the bathroom.

It hits Joel as he changes into his jeans that he just kissed you. Casually. Carelessly.

Like he’s done it a million times before.

Like it didn’t send your stomach fluttering.

Like you two are together.

Because you are.

You’re together.

A grin spreads over his face.

Normally something like that would scare him. Terrify him, even. Being affectionate with somebody, showing them that he cares. But right now?

He can’t think of anything better.

He walks out of the bathroom, finding you waiting for him, your hair braided, little strands of it falling to frame your face.

You look like you always do. Jeans, some boots, a flannel, puffer jacket, and your backpack slung over your shoulders.

And yet, to him?

You look like gold.

“You comin’?” You hold out his pack to him, your words the same he said to you when you first met. When you weren’t together. When you weren’t bonded.

When to him, you were just…you.

And yet, even then, there was an understanding.

He could tell that you were a bit like him. Two sides of the same coin. Guarded, scared, threatened and threatening in response.

A victim of the world.

Somebody who didn’t know how to feel. Who hadn’t felt in years.

And then, by some miracle, you made him a person again. You made him feel.

Feel scared.

Feel confused.

Feel loved.

Feel love.

He takes his backpack from you, slinging it over his shoulders and walking out the door with you.

You two walk out into the living room together, seeing Tommy leaning against a wall and Ellie sitting on a counter.

Tommy looks up when he hears you enter the room, immediately going to apologize again.

“Listen, I didn’t think- I mean. After last night and all I thought you two were still-“

You cut him off, waving your hand and looking pointedly at Ellie, whose listening intently to your conversation.

“It’s fine, okay?” You say, trying to get the whole situation to just blow over.

Ellie looks between the three of you, wondering why you all seem so damn uncomfortable.

“So…what happened last night? Are you guys fighting or something?” Ellie asks, hoping she won’t get stuck in the middle of any argument. She heard you talking last night, she just couldn’t make out what you were saying.

You go to reassure her before Tommy speaks again. “No, definitely not fighting.” The joke slips out before he realizes what it suggests.

Joel looks like he might kill Tommy.

You glare at the blonde for a second before turning back to Ellie.

“I was going to say,” You pause, giving Tommy a pointed, very annoyed glance. “we’re fine. We just…we had a talk. Nothing you need to be worrying about.”

She shrugs, hopping off the counter and walking towards the door. She has a feeling something changed, but decides now probably isn’t the time to prod. “If you say so. Are we leaving?”

Joel nods, brushing past Tommy as he walks out the door.

“Next time, let Y/N do the talking. Got it?” Joel’s voice is laced with agitation when he speaks. “And learn to knock.”

“Yup. Sorry. Again.” Tommy feels bad, he really does. But that doesn’t mean he’s not a little amused by the whole situation.

The four of you leave, Tommy leading you through the town to the stables you passed yesterday. It’s quieter in the morning, a sort of calm you haven’t felt in years. There’s a thin layer of fog over the ground, and the chill in the air quickly seeps through your coat.

You cross your arms near to your chest, trying to retain as much body heat as you can when you feel an arm wrap around your back. Joel rubs your arm slowly, pulling you closer to his chest. The man is like a furnace.

Tommy and Ellie walk a little further ahead, she’s rambling to him about something you can’t quite make out. The space between you guys makes it feel like you and Joel are alone, just for a moment.

You tuck yourself into his chest further, making an excuse for your blatant affection in your head before remembering you don’t have to.

At least, you don’t think you do.

You and Joel are…together.

Dating?

No, that feels too juvenile. You’re certainly not married. Although, the thought brings heat rising to your cheeks.

You force yourself to stop thinking about this, trying to just enjoy the moment instead of muddling things further. This is already confusing enough. You haven’t been in a relationship since all this happened, and none of them were serious.

But despite your worries, despite the rocky start, despite it all. Finally being able to be like this with Joel, it’s the happiest you’ve been in a while.

You walk into the stables together, and Joel lets go of you when Tommy and Ellie turn around.

You get it, it’s new, he’s not ready to be that open with it.

And to a degree, you aren’t either. That doesn’t keep you from wishing he would have held you a little longer.

“We got some extra horses, y’all can take a couple of you want. Better than walking all that way.” Tommy offers, motioning to a few horses in stalls.

Joel looks around for a moment, scratching a few of them on the nose. There’s a brown stallion with a darker mane, and a black one with a white blaze over it’s face and white socks. There’s a few others, but those seem the most calm.

“Do they have names?” Ellie asks, petting the brown one.

“Uh, no, I don’t think they do.” Tommy replies, opening the gates for the two horses, leading them out of the barn.

“Y’all good with these two?” He asks, looking back at the three of you.

You and Joel nod in unison before he turns to you.

“You do know how to ride, right?” He asks, hoping he won’t have to teach you.

“Of course I know how to ride.” You reply easily. Talking to Joel has gotten simultaneously simpler and harder to do. On one hand you know him so much better now. You get him and he gets you. You can talk to him about anything.

But then, there’s this. Being together. You don’t know if it changes things, if it should, or if you can just act how you always do.

It would be a lie to act like you didn’t spend plenty of sleepless nights thinking about him.

Thinking about this.

Scenarios would run through your head like a wildfire, his arms around you, his voice telling you everything you need to hear.

And in a way, they’ve come true. Not completely, but they’re starting to.

But still, it’s proving harder than you thought it would be.

Joel’s guarded. He’s hardened and rough around the edges. He talks rarely, opting for grunts and looks instead of words. He’s difficult.

Joel Miller is a very difficult man to love.

And yet, when you watch him help Ellie onto the brown horse, her arms wrapping around him as he settles on the animal.

All you feel is love. Even if you tried not to, you don’t think you could.

Difficult or not, you love him. You smile to yourself at the thought, and he looks over to you, grinning ever so slightly when he sees the look on your face as you watch him.

You climb onto the black horse, sighing as you approach the gates back to the real world. It was nice. No, it was amazing. Living like a normal person. Going out. Drinking, having fun. Waking up in a bed.

Waking up next to Joel.

The giant doors groan as the open, and right now, the noise sounds like a death march. It’s back to the real world. Back to fear, running and hiding, killing, just trying to survive.

Joel and Tommy say their goodbyes, and Joel turns to you, knowing exactly why you look so worried.

This is when it gets serious. If you get there and they can’t make the vaccine then…it’s for nothing. All of it. The fighting, the danger.

The hope.

It’s all for nothing.

“You ready?” He asks, reaching out to squeeze your shoulder reassuringly from his horse.

You look at him, your eyes softening when you see his staring back at you. Even if this doesn’t work.

It sounds stupid. It sounds cliche and dramatic and sappy, but it’s true.

At the very least, you found him.

You nod, reaching up and grabbing his hand quickly before it falls back to his side.

And with that, you head back into reality. Exhausting, terrifying reality.

A/N: Okay, so this one is much shorter. Ngl, the last chapter kinda burnt me out, so I took a little one day break for myself. Thank you guys for reading!

(btw, if anybody happens to want me to tag them when I update this, I can start a tag list.)

-di

[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

Psycho Analysis: Egg Fu

(WARNING! This analysis contains RACISM! Seriously, just look at this fucking guy, holy shit! What were they thinking?!)

People always have different answers to why people just don’t know Wonder Woman’s adversaries to the same extent that they know Batman or even Superman’s, despite her being one of the Big Three of DC. Some say it’s because Diana is all about diplomatically resolving conflict, and thus ends up befriending her foes. Others claim it’s because she kills her enemies. I’m not sure if either of these groups know what they’re talking about because I don’t read comics as extensively as some, but considering what we’re talking about here I’m guessing DC wants to keep people from knowing her enemies because if they do, they’ll find shit like Egg Fu.

Like, just look at this fucking guy. Look at him.

Like I get comics were racist back in the day, but this one takes the cake. What's even more insane is how they keep trying to revamp and revitalize the character in the modern era, from being a bad guy from Apokolips:

To... whatever the hell this is:

There's got to be reason, right? Why are writers so dead set on trying to rehabilitate the racist communist egg man?

Motivation/Goals: As a Yellow Peril villain, Egg Fu exists to show the EVILS of communism while also making sure to show Asians in the most unflattering light possible. He's not particularly good at either job to be honest, dying every time he comes across Wonder Woman and being so utterly absurd a concept it's hard to take him seriously at all. Like, he's an egg. For what reason? I mean yeah there's the pun, but why is he a fucking egg in-universe? What's the benefit of being an egg with a prehensile mustache? How exactly does it help dominate the filthy Americans (oh, I'm sorry, the Amelicans).

Final Fate: In his very first appearance, Wonder Woman does the right thing and fucking cracks this egg:

When the next Egg Fu shows up, she does more of the same:

Unfortunately, when another Egg Fu named Dr. Yes (he's a robot duplicate, because of course he is) showed up, he got away.

As for the modern Egg Fus, they're probably still kicking around. I'm not reading through fifty issues of storyline to discern the fate of some rebooted racist egg man, sorry.

Best Quote: Surely such a character as Egg Fu must have some great dialogue! Let's see, how about...

Oh. Oh dear. That's, um, not great. Uh, what about...

Oh fuck that's even worse. Er, there has to be something here...

Oh god, the only thing worse than racism is finding out a mid-tier DC movie starring Dwayne Johnson has arrived!!!!

Yeah no this guy gets no points in this category, his dialogue ranges from generic bullshit to the kind of stuff you'd hear from the City Wok guy on South Park.

Final Thoughts & Score: So a while ago I reviewed Fu Manchu, a villain that absolutely fascinates me. He is the archetypal Yellow Peril supervillain who has had an absolutely undeniable impact on popular culture, altering history by spawning legions of imitations (such as Egg Fu here) as well as doing things such as giving a name to a style of facial hair. As with all villains that have such a colossal influence, he got an 11 with an asterisk denoting how monumentally racist the character was, despite their being positive aspects to him that were fair for the time period he was created in.

Now imagine that but without any of the positive qualities. That’s Egg Fu.

This is such an absurd, baffling supervillain even for the time he was created. Like, okay, I get racial stereotypes were prevalent in a lot of comics… but a giant communist egg with a prehensile mustache?! Far be it from me to suggest writers were on drugs when coming up with their wild ideas, but you have to admit that substance abuse would go a long way towards explaining why this was allowed to happen. Simple racism can’t explain this; it’s a giant fucking egg.

I think the sheer insanity of it all is what draws me to this character. Not only is it blatantly racist, they also keep trying to bring back and reimagine him. And like, yeah, that’s kind of sick and I love when weird-ass ideas get revamped and recontextualized for the modern era… but Egg fucking Fu? It’s bad enough we had Egg Fu the Fifth and his evil clone Dr. Yes all within the span of a year before being dropped for decades, but then they decided to dust him off and try a redo? Why?

I think the appeal to try and revitalize him comes from the fact that, as far as stereotyped and racist caricature villains go, Egg Fu is so fucking bizarre. Like I can't stress enough this is a giant communist egg who speaks in broken English and has a prehensile mustache. In a sea of Yellow Peril villains he easily stands out despite being relatively obscure from the sheer fact he's not simply a racist stereotype; he's an insane racist stereotype that just boggles the mind as to what the writers and artists were actually trying to say with this.

The history of this character is just so weird, his very existence is weird… He’s the opposite extreme of Fu Manchu for me. While Fu is fascinating for his impact on culture and deserves the highest marks with that caveat that he’s also extremely problematic, Egg Fu gets a 3/10 with a similar caveat. He’s so bad it’s good, but he’s bad because he’s a racist caricature, which isn’t great. I see this like I do the movie The Conqueror, the movie where John Wayne played Genghis Khan. Yes, it’s absolutely absurd and tasteless that these white people are playing Asians, but at the same time everything about this is so absurdly racist it crosses the line twice and somehow manages to become hilarious. Like what are you even trying to do here? It’s offensive in a way where you can’t do anything but laugh at them because they genuinely thought they were on to something here.

And that’s ultimately how I feel about Egg Fu. They really thought they were cooking something with this one, but this egg didn’t poach them any new readers and he hasn’t gone over easy with modern audiences. It’s really hard not to crack up at this complete yolk of a character. So yes, Egg Fu is enjoyably bad in a “What were they even fucking trying to do here?” sort of way, and he’s definitely one of my favorite insane comic book villains that time has forgotten… but there’s no denying that this is a character who is inherently problematic.

Anyway, this review has given me excessive racism poisoning, so I think I'm going to review a comic villain who isn't horribly offensive next time.

COMING SOON! PSYCHO-ANALYSIS: HEMO-GOBLIN!

The South African white supremacist vampire who gives people AIDS!

(Just kidding, I'm reviewing Snowflame).

[phsmloves]

Trivial Rival — 01: Enemy's enemy

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Iseul Kang and Zack Lee being the metals and Mira Kim being the magnet. Metals are attracted by the same thing but they do not attract each other. Not until both metals started to become magnetic.

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Iseul was aware that between the three of them — Zack, Johan, and herself, her chances of being picked by Mira were slim to none. Unless, of course, Mira happens to be romantically attracted to the same gender, specifically to Iseul. If such a scenario were to take place, it's possible that Iseul may have a chance with the brunette.

Although, it was no doubt that being a boy would have meant that Iseul was Mira's obvious choice. She is the kind of person that every girl would want, and she was confident in her ability to treat her fellow females better than males could. However, she prefers being a girl and refuses to let that put her at a disadvantage. Iseul was not willing to compromise her gender identity, instead choosing to focus on winning Mira's heart by expressing her unique qualities. She believed that her chance with Mira was still there and was determined to make the brunette her own.

On top of Johan's sudden disappearance, which made only one candidate left, Iseul found it amusing to mock and make fun of her remaining competitor because they consistently did things that were in complete deviation from what Mira liked.

"Hey Lee, are you okay? Because I am."

"Fuck off."

His retort didn't faze her even one bit. A grin made its way on the female's face and it even seemed to irritate Zack more than anything else.

"You annoy me even without doing anything."

"Thanks! That was exactly what I was aiming for." the blonde replied, her grin unflattering which only served to irritate the boxer even more, causing him to let out a weary groan.

She was highly entertained by how the two of them are frequently engaged in squabbles when they were younger, usually over toys, and that they continued the same pattern of behavior as they grew up, only this time, the subject of dispute happens to be Mira, their mutual childhood friend. 

Iseul had long acknowledged that her own preferences were quite similar to Zack's — be it toys, cartoons, foods, or other objects, but she was taken aback when she discovered that their shared appreciation extended to their attraction towards girls as well.

Iseul, during her childhood, always thought that her dislike of Zack was solely based on his attempts to divert Mira's attention from her to him. She assumed her annoyance towards him was a byproduct of her closer friendship with the brunette and that she was merely annoyed by the boxer's interference during their "girls' time". 

As she matured, Iseul realized that her feelings for the brunette were more than just platonic. Iseul began to notice subtle aspects of her, such as the way her brown hair beamed in the day's rays or how her smile could illuminate even the darkest of rooms.

But instead of keeping her feelings bottled up inside and pretending that everything was just as it had always been, she wasted no seconds and made a move. Zack was already way ahead of her at the beginning and she wouldn't hesitate to catch up and resort to desperate measures.

Iseul's teasing grin transformed into a genuine one as she shifted her position on the clinic's bed, situated beside Zack, who was lying down on his own bed. The male glanced at her, only to be met with the blonde's pair of eyes, which were already focused on him.

"W-what? Why are you looking at me like that? What's with the smile?" her smile was so authentic that Zack found himself being uneasy.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"I appreciate it. You've been an incredible idiot, and I'll make sure not to mess up my upcoming date with Mira, contrary to what you did to yours a few days ago."

Her smile and tone were full of mockery, she stood up and sent the male a finger gun before going straight out the door.

"Y-YOU-!"

The boxer was left feeling frustrated, letting a pillow fly through the air in hopes of landing a hit, only for it to collide with the door with a deafening thud. He let out a frustrated groan and ruffled his hair in annoyance, only to freeze when he make out the sticky residue of his hair gel on his palm.

"Shit- my hair!"

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"You're Daniel Park, am I right?"

"Y-yes.."

Daniel shifted uncomfortably in his chair, fiddling with his navy blue necktie and occasionally stealing a glance at the blonde that towered over his sitting form that made her appear to be more intimidating than she already was. He didn't have the slightest clue who she was or why she was there, but her leadership presence exudes an aura of command that made him feel even more anxious than he already was. 

'Why is he sweaty as fuck?' Iseul squinted her eyes at him before extending a hand.

"I'm Iseul Han, nice to meet you."

"Oh, yes.. Nice to meet you too." Daniel accepted her hand and shook it.

Iseul's goal in interacting with Daniel was to befriend him. After all, she had a motto that she lived by: Befriend your enemy's enemy.

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend." her eyes remained locked with his as she continued to shake his hand.

"What?"

"Be my friend, Daniel Park."

The transferee's eyes lit up at the promise of new friendship, and his other hand eagerly clasped hers. His blush was evident, showing his excitement and happiness at finding someone to confide in. With a big grin slapped on his face, he agreed to without hesitation.

"Okay! We're friends!"

He smiled brightly, enough to lit up the whole room and turn Iseul blind. The blonde hates to admit it but she knows what Zack is capable of and hearing that he lost in merely one punch, she assumes that his opponent must be insanely insane — worst than Zack is. Facing Daniel made her figure out the whole situation even without anyone telling her about it. She ruffled Daniel's hair in both awe and adoration.

'How dare that bastard pick a fight with a total sunshine.'

She smiled at Daniel, repeatedly ruffling his hair as the male looked up at her from his seat like a puppy staring delightfully at its owner. Iseul was too immersed in her plan of befriending the transferee that she forgot that Mira Kim belongs to the same department and didn't acknowledge the said female when she entered the classroom.

And so, she also failed to notice the brunette's facial expression turning into a frown as she observe the pair's interaction. ㅤ

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