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hismercytomyjustice · 29 days ago

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Can I just say how much I adore the domesticity Lee Majdoub brings to his role as Agent Stone?

Especially knowing how he approached the role as him and Robotnik both being orphans, which gave them a point of connection from the very beginning.

Sure, his character could look at him and just be in awe of his brilliance (even tho our boy Stone canonically has 1 IQ point higher than him) or just fall over himself to appease him. But he doesn’t.

It might look like he does. He’s constantly bending over backwards to accommodate him and take care of him, but it’s not because he’s a mindless sycophant. It’s because he knows what it’s like to be alone and he doesn’t want Robotnik to feel that way anymore.

When we first meet Robotnik, everything about him is all shiny and chrome. But as Stone becomes more involved in the series, we see all these soft little touches being added. He takes those sterile spaces and makes them an actual home with additions like the granny square blanket.

(It’s not confirmed but regardless the man has shown he’s proficient in the textile arts, dammit. And who else is that crab is gonna make a granny square blanket?! WHO???!!!)

He cooks, he cleans, he tailors, he makes coffee, he helps him with his evil plans, he supports him and his dreams, he takes care of him.

Most importantly, he’s there for him, no matter what.

Robotnik consistently laments the fact he never had a family throughout the series, but he does.

Agent Stone took the time to learn how to do all of these things and also to share them with Robotnik. Because he understands home and family are what you make, not about who you share genes with.

And like, even when Robotnik bounces to go hang out with his long lost grandpa, Stone’s only concern is that he’s not being completely honest with him and that Robotnik could get hurt and he’s right.

He doesn’t tell him to stop spending time with him or that he shouldn’t care about him. He knows how much Robotnik has always craved a familial connection and now he has one! He’s willing to step back, even though it pains him, so Robotnik can realize that dream.

And when he’s proven right, he doesn’t gloat or act betrayed (even though tbh he has every reason to). He’s still there for him. Because Robotnik is his family.

The movies are all about found family and how, even if you lose the people important to you, that doesn’t mean you’ll never find someone to love and be loved by in return. We see that with both Sonic and Shadow. And especially in Maria’s quote about how “The light shines, even though the star is gone.”

Love is a choice. How you express love is a choice. This is especially true in the third movie. Robotnik’s grandfather is ready to burn everything to the ground so everyone else knows how Maria was taken too soon and feels his pain. But he had an opportunity to build a new relationship with his other grandchild. To take the love he had for Maria and her love for him and to share it with Robotnik. He can choose to love and be loved in return.

It’s not like Robotnik doesn’t freely give him his love. Even when his grandpa is about to straight up murder him, he still has a moment where he wants to tell him he loves him. Even after all his grandpa has to say to him is “You’re no Maria.”

(TOP TEN ANIME BETRAYALS OF ALL TIME)

Stone and Maria are great parallels too. Robotnik in the first movie feels so removed from humanity. His #1 priority is himself. And I think if he’d met his grandpa in the first movie, before he’d built his relationship with Stone, he truly would’ve believed his grandfather when he said, “There’s no one down there who cares about you.”

Instead he sacrifices himself (hopefully he‘s still alive somehow, please please please) for the sake of humanity. Or, tbh for the sake of his real family. He murked his grandpa without batting an eye the second he realized Stone was in danger.

We see this paralleled with Sonic too after Tom is hurt. He lets his grief and fear get the better of him and he initially makes the same decision as Shadow and Gerald did. He chooses to act in hurt and anger. Shadow calls him out on it too, telling him he made the same choice to take revenge, regardless of what the people he loves would actually want him to do.

IDK MAN. I just love these movies so much and I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS. T^T

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susicheng · 2 months ago

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𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ dm for prices l.mk

chapter 6 perfect match

something that you pride yourself on is your easygoing nature. you're nonchalant. you don't really care what people think of you. it was honestly relieving, to exist in peace and not stress over every minuscule interaction you have throughout the day.

now, though, that nonchalance was nowhere to be found. it was just mark lee, seriously, what was the big deal? sure, he would be inside of your apartment. sure, you're also so attracted to him you may or may not have already had your fair share of wet dreams that can never, EVER be mentioned around ten lee (you knew he would never let you live them down). it's not like you guys were going to go at it like rabbits. he was just a guy coming over to watch spiderman movies with you. no biggie.

a knock at the door startled you out of your thoughts. with one final glance at the mirror, you turned to welcome your (kind-of) drug dealer into your apartment. the door swung open to reveal mark lee, in all of his glory, carrying multiple grocery bags in either hand.

"hey, mark. i told you that you didn't need to bring anything." you reached out to take some of the bags from his hands, pointedly ignoring how domestic and natural it felt between the two of you to behave in such a way.

"i know, it just felt wrong to come empty handed. it's just some more snacks and some drinks haha" he toed his shoes off and fully entered your apartment, shutting the door behind himself. "thanks for having me over, by the way."

"don't say that yet, you might be begging to escape later" you glanced up at him with a smile on your face, finding the same expression mirrored on his own face "i get more serious about marvel than you might be prepared for."

"little do you know, i'm so serious about spiderman that it's been banned at our friend group's movie nights."

"sounds like we're the perfect match then."

you had both gathered small snack plates, filing into your bedroom (ohmygod mark lee in your bedroom. getting into your bed. holy shit. you did not think this part through). the deep breath that you had to suck in was mildly humiliating, but the way mark almost tripped over a stray cinnamoroll plush on the ground was more humiliating, so you took that as a win.

you felt comfortable with him. it wasn't necessarily surprising that you had managed to become so friendly with him in a short period of time, but it was surprising that you already wanted him this badly. you might need to stage an intervention for yourself, because there was no reason mark lee should look that good curled up in your bed, watching intently as tom holland flys across the screen.

you could see why these movies were banned in his friend group, with mark's frequent commentary and analyses cutting into the movie. if you weren't so obsessed with his voice and his semi-alarmingly in depth theories, you might have even been annoyed. instead, this was filed away in your brain as "top 10 cutest things mark lee has ever done."

you had a feeling you would be adding on to that list quite a lot in the coming weeks.

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unreleasedwrites · 8 months ago

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May I request Gen 0 + 1 (plus Gun and Goo) when they have had a crush on somebody since highschool (highschool sweetheart)?

Thanks!!!! (keep up your good work)

drabbling about lookism characters with their very own highschool sweethearts and highschool crushes

pov: lookism characters having a crush on you during and since highschool; and as highschool sweethearts

character(s) included: Gapryong Kim, Elite, Jinyeong Park, Tom Lee, Baekho Kwon, Beolgu Lee, Mujin Jin, Gitae Kim, James Lee, Jichang Kwak, Taesoo Ma, Gongseob Ji, Jaegyeon Na, Seongji Yuk, Park Jonggun, Joongoo Kim

cw: my opinion, they’re all in their prime / highschool, mentions of teasing, stalking, some parts are female reader, 3 variants per scenario, red flags, hints of yandere for the last variant, most characters are repeated on purpose (because it really depends on how you view the character hehe)

unwrapped on: Friday Midnight, June 28 2024

wrapped up on: Sunday Midnight, June 30 2024

published on: Sunday Morning, June 30 2024 (at around 11 am)

As A Current Crush

tries ignoring his feelings

This man is in DENIAL. Or even if he’s reached the point where he is no longer in denial, he still refuses to let you know about it. At first, he would notice how much he genuinely likes spending time with you. Until it slowly progresses, he starts taking mental notes of all the little things he’s picked up on you. From how you get to school or what you typically drink in the morning, to how you usually spend your evenings. But he wouldn’t drop hints of his little crush on you. Nonetheless, he would do his absolute best to continue spending time with you as mere friends— putting aside his growing feelings for you.

James Lee, Jichang Kwak, Taesoo Ma, Seongji Yuk, Jaegyeon Na, Park Jonggun

will confess after little to no thought

Oh this man is CONFIDENT. He’ll let his feelings sit with him for a while until he can’t take it anymore. The constant reminder he gets of you wherever he goes is slowly driving him insane. Given his ego, he can’t bare to crumble over some girl who most likely doesn’t care about him. He’ll have to confirm with himself first if he really does like you that much, then once he can finally bring himself to accept that he does like you, he’ll confess his feelings in high hopes that you wont reject him. Which, considering his experience with girls, he likes to think that you most definitely won’t and couldn’t even.

Gapryong Kim, Jinyeong Park, Tom Lee, Beolgu Lee, Mujin Jin, Gitae Kim, James Lee, Gongseob Ji, Jaegyeon Na, Joongoo Kim

avoids you at all costs

This man doesn’t want anything to do with you. He will bluntly push you ASIDE. It doesn’t matter who or what you are to him, he’s got better things to do and bigger plans that doesn’t have you in it. Sure, it might also be that he isn’t ready or is unsure, but for the most part— which he would never admit to anyone, he simply doesn’t want you getting involved in the shenanigans he’s involved in. He knows he’s either got a bad reputation or a torn image on many, so he’s also realized that you’d be put into danger if he were to grow close to you. Which is why he ignores you, avoids you, and shows no signs of liking towards you.

Elite, Jinyeong Park, Baekho Kwon, Mujin Jin, James Lee, Jichang Kwak, Seongji Yuk, Park Jonggun

As Current Highschool Sweethearts

loyal and caring

Some might think that this guy enjoys bouncing from girl to girl, flirting with every lady he might come across, and spending his nights with every girl that lets him, but he’s not. Stereotypically, it might make sense but if in this scenario, he genuinely thinks that you’re for keeps, he wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to you. He may seem pretty distant publicly but he’s all over you when you two are alone. This is partly because he doesn’t want you becoming a target in his dirty work, and partly because he’s not into pda. But nonetheless, he would do his very BEST in the relationship to make sure it lasts and you’ll be his only one.

Elite, Baekho Kwon, Mujin Jin, Jichang Kwak, Taesoo Ma, Jaegyeon Na, Seongji Yuk

keeping it lowkey

This guy simply doesn’t want people knowing about the two of you. He acts so distant in public that no one could ever assume that you two are actually such sweethearts in private with each other. Just like the others, he doesn’t want you getting involved in his fights and becoming an easy target for whoever is against him. But he also just doesn’t want to publicly display your guys’ relationship YET, it’s not in the way that he doesn’t want people thinking you’re together but he simply doesn’t want any rumors and bad news to stem from the two of you— due to his reputation of course. But dw, he is loyal and caring!!

Elite, Jinyeong Park, James Lee, Taesoo Ma, Jaegyeon Na, Seongji Yuk, Park Jonggun, Joongoo Kim

cheats on you

Why would you even say yes to this idiot..? He’s a ladies man for who knows what reasons. Has never heard of commitment and what a real relationship is supposed to be like. He likes to think that because he’s in highschool, he’s still young and he’s meant to enjoy every last bit of it— which is why he spends it with any girl he can. It’s probably already known that he doesn’t want to hold a relationship but if he seemed sincere to you and you fell for that, then you’re in for a one day or maybe even a one week relationship with this guy. Doesn’t care about the aftermath or what’s bound to happen, he’s just there to have a good time.

Gapryong Kim, Tom Lee, Beolgu Lee, Mujin Jin, Gitae Kim, Gongseob Ji, Park Jonggun, Joongoo Kim (gun and goo are red flags girlies, we gotta face it 😭)

As a crush but never a thing since highschool

watches you from afar

This man will STALK you. Now that you two are adults and are no longer in highschool, you two have lost all contact with one another, or so you thought. He knows your life better than you do from subtly being in the same place as you or having some other people do so. He would never want you to recognize him though, which is why he does his best to stay hidden. He’ll rely on whatever information he can get out of your socials, until he finally finds you and has your complete address, workplace, all of your friends and family, and information of yourself that you didn’t even know about.

Gapryong Kim, Elite, Tom Lee, Mujin Jin, Gitae Kim, James Lee, Taesoo Ma, Gongseob Ji, Park Jonggun, Joongoo Kim

will suck it up and finally confess after all these years

He HATES himself for not doing this sooner. All the wasted time you two could have spent together. But he isn’t even certain on whether or not you’d reciprocate his feelings. Of course, theres only one way to find out— he’s got to finally tell you. He had his reasons for not speaking up about it sooner and he was hoping that he wouldn’t feel this way anymore after all of the years that has passed. Yet, his feelings are still here, he has liked you since high school and he’s hoping you might have been in the same situation as him. He’ll go all out without making it too big of a deal in confessing.

Jinyeong Park, Baekho Kwon, Mujin Jin, Jichang Kwak, Taesoo Ma, Gongseob Ji, Jaegyeon Na, Seongji Yuk, Joongoo Kim

would slowly start isolating you from other people

He has thought about doing the last two. But he still prefers his own idea; keeping you all to HIMSELF. Without your knowledge— he has actually been watching you ever since highschool was finished. He specifically planned to “suddenly run” into you and strike a conversation just after you finished your shift. And you, thinking you just ran into an old classmate, fall for all of his little tricks. Not knowing what you were getting yourself into. He and you eventually start dating and he slowly “shelters” you from the outside world. He promises he’ll keep you safe, he’s all you’ll ever need and that anywhere without him is far too dangerous.

Elite, Gitae Kim, James Lee, Park Jonggun, Joongoo Kim

notes: i didn’t include every single character in those gens because we didn’t know much of anything abt them and i didn’t think anyone would want them ��🤨 i also didnt know how to write this in a diff way so i made it into a drabble because its just so much people 😇 But either way, I hope the anon who requested this still likes it 😓

also tysm to the anon who requested this!! 😭😭 I’m so used to writing for gen 2 only so this was a fun experience 💝

This has been sitting in my inbox for a while now so i apologize 💔

- With or without proper credits, please don't try to steal or claim any of my works as your own

I genuinely appreciate any feedback like comments, likes, reblogs, and requests

Once again, I hope this isn't too bad and I wasn’t sure if this anon wanted a drabble or something else, so im sorry !! 😭

#lookism #lookism fandom #unreleasedwrites #lookism gen 0 #lookism gen 1 #park jonggun #joongoo kim #jonggun park #kim joongoo #drabble #gitae kim #james lee #seongji yuj #jaegyeon na #kwak jichang #jinyeong park #gapryong kim #taesoo ma #lookism imagines

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shelby-fangirl00 · 2 years ago

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Hi I'm new to your blog❤️it's nice to see more peaky blinders fans.

I see you're taking request:

Tommy Shelby has a wife who's very shy. The family is still very mind blown about it

Hi there! thank you so much for the request! I hope this is alright, I'm a little unsure of it but I gave it a go!

Word Count: 1231

Shy

‘They don’t like me Tommy…I just know it.’ You expressed to your new husband as you rode into Small Heath.

You and Tommy were on your way to meet the rest of the Shelby’s at the Garrison tonight. It was Tommy’s birthday and Polly had planned a party at the Pub.

You and Tommy had been married now for just a few short months. You had been arranged to marry Tommy when your family, the Lee’s, and the Shelby’s needed to join forces and end a long feud. You and Tom’s marriage was very much an economic proposition. You had always understood this. You hadn’t planned on marrying someone you actually loved and cared for anyways.

Your mother, Zilpha Lee, had prepped you for this day. Marrying someone you family had chosen for you. When you first met Tommy on the wedding day, you were quite intimidated by his presence.

Now, you and Tommy had been married for a few months, and to your surprise, you both had grown quite fond of each other. You didn’t know if he was someone you could fall in love with, but he was the closest you had ever gotten to that feeling. He took care of you and spent time with you. You felt safe with him. You had shared interests, so it wasn’t hard to be around each other. It meant the world to you, but it also surprised you as well. He seemed like a cold man at first, but he had much more to offer under the hard exterior than what you expected.

‘Love, what would give you the impression that they don’t like you? They barely know you. Just be yourself…like how you are around me, eh? I like you, so why wouldn’t they?’ He asked you as you both stood outside of the Garrison doors.

He made it sound as if it was no big deal that you were going to be spending time with his family. It was a big deal to you! You weren't good at talking to people really. You were quite shy and unsure of yourself sometimes, which was odd since you were now a Shelby. None of them were like you. They knew who they were and weren’t afraid of anything, it seemed like. But you tried to trust your husband, he usually proved you right.

You inhaled deeply and exhaled, straightening out the tight pink dress you had worn, worried if it was too much to for the Pub. Tommy eyed you down, seemingly knowing exactly what you were thinking.

He turned to face you and took your hands to hold in his, forcing you to face him. He was so beautiful that it was almost annoying. His dark brown hair fluttered in the cool breeze. His sharp features softened under your gaze.

‘Let’s go in, have a drink, and if my sister doesn’t snatch you away from me immediately, we will stay together. Relax, love. These people are your family too now.’ He said to you, making you feel a bit more heard. You gave him a reassuring smile.

Suddenly, John drunkenly stumbled through the double doors, giggling.

‘Oi, Brother! Happy Birthday Tommy!’ He huffed out, trying his best not to fall over.

‘Yes, thank you John boy!’ Tommy chuckled, giving him a firm pat and grip to his shoulder. John then turned to you and smiled widely.

‘Well good evening Mrs. Shelby! We’ve been waitin’ for ya’ all night! May I? He asked you loudly as he extended his arm out as a gesture for you to take it and allow him to escort you inside.

You looked at Tommy for some type of approval. He smiled softly and nodded, throwing you into the lions den.

Without thinking, you wrapped your arm around John’s and he grinned with satisfaction.

Tommy followed behind you as John led you into the bar and to the room on the right to you. As you entered, you were greeted by all of Tommy’s siblings and his Aunt Polly. You suddenly felt dread creep up your spine as all of the intimidating faces studied you and Tommy.

Along with family, you were approached by several men you didn’t really know, but they were around Tommy often. The swarm of people had you feeling overwhelmed. You didn’t expect all of these people to be here. You tried to keep your eyes down in order to avoid conversation with any of them.

' love! Come’on, let’s get you a drink, yeh?’ Polly asked you over the loud voices that surrounded the both of you. Before you could respond, she took your wrist and pulled you gently to the table away from the crowd of men. Ada was sitting there too.

You slowly sat down in the booth by Ada.

‘Uhm...thank you, I felt a little out of place over there.’ You chuckled, looking at Polly for the first time tonight. She had very smart eyes. You had met them both just once before at the wedding.

‘You’ll get used to having the load of fucka’s around. They’re not so bad though.’ She smiled out as she poured you a glass of whiskey. You thanked her and threw it back quickly, needing to relax.

You tried to think of something, anything to say, but you couldn’t think of anything. Thankfully, Ada chimed in.

‘You’re quite shy, aren’t you?’ She asked and you shuddered.

Sighing loudly, you took it upon yourself to pour another drink and down it again.

‘Its that obvious then?’ You laughed.

‘Oh no, course not! Well…yes, actually. We just aren’t used to the women in this family to be soft spoken, love. We sure as hell aren’t. But don’t ever feel like ya need to be either, alright?’ Polly said as Ada smiled in your direction, extending a soft squeeze to your hand as a gesture to reassure you.

You immediately started to soften, feeling a bit more at ease now that the elephant in the room had been addressed. Yes, you were quite shy and soft spoken at times, but now you felt a bit more understood, in a way.

‘Thank you both…I’m sure I’ll find my voice soon enough around all of you, yeh?’ You asked them, half-jokingly.

They both smiled at each other and then back at you.

After a little while longer of getting to know Ada and Polly, Tommy came to finally join you at the table. You were having such a good time that you nearly forgot Tommy was in the room with you. He slid into the booth gracefully, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. He looked in your direction and gave a devilish grin, a cigarette hanging from his peachy lips. His two brothers followed behind, sitting in the chairs across from you both.

‘Having fun?’ Tommy looked down at you, tilting his head.

You responded by stealing the cigarette from his lips to plant a soft kiss onto him. This left a surprised look on his face. He wouldn’t have ever expected you to be so affectionate towards him in public, but you felt much more comfortable than before. Maybe it was just the whiskey though.

By the end of the party, you forgot all about the nerves you felt at the beginning of the night. John and Arthur made you laugh harder than you ever had before. You were louder than usual, more talkative than you ever thought you could be. It all started to just feel natural, like they really were your family. You felt a bit more like yourself after that night.

#peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders #tommy shelby fanfic #tommy shelby imagine #thomas shelby #tommy shelby one shot #tommy shelby #tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinders x reader #thomas shelby fluff

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cxra-melty · 29 days ago

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Ay yo, those Shadow headcanons you did? I'm here for it.

Any of your own headcanons of the other 3? (Only if you want to)

fuck yeah dawg let's get it

Team Sonic Tickle Headcanons

Not really gonna categorize them, they're all just jumbled together oops

Out of the three of them, Sonic is by far the meanest ler out of them. Neither Tails or Knuckles care much for tickling others unless it's for revenge

On the other hand, Sonic is also the biggest lee out of them all, with Tails in second and Knuckles in third

That poor fox,,,,Sonic and Knuckles never let him rest, especially if he's been up tinkering with some gadget or gizmo for a while

Knuckles struggled with understanding the idea of tickling and thought it was some form of fighting. It took a hedgehog shaped hole in a wall for Maddie to sit him down and explain it to him in a way he'd understand

The three once had a tickle fight over the last slice of a cake Maddie made. Tom ended up taking it while they were distracted.

None of them are really the teasing type. Sonic technically 'teases' the most but it's mostly just him stating the obvious and making various corny comments

Tickle fights between them are way too common for Maddie's liking. If she senses any funny business, she makes them take it outside. She's paid for enough house damages caused by them.

Tails gets the hiccups if he's been tickled for a while

Sonic is 100% the type to irritate the hell out of people if he's feeling particularly mischievous. Tails and Tom both entertain his shenanigans the most, Knuckles actually wants to spar to get him to leave him alone, and Maddie could go either way. She usually indulges him, but sometimes she'll usher him to bother Tom while there's nothing going on with his job.

Knuckles is very ticklish. Shockingly ticklish, even! It just takes the other two forever to actually pin him down and get him laughing, and it usually doesn't last very long unless Knuckles lets them.

Speaking of Knuckles, if Sonic or Tails wants his help to take down the other, the echidna is very easily bribed with grapes.

Despite this, Knuckles didn't even know he was ticklish until he saw Sonic and Tails play fighting and made the mistake of asking what they were doing

Tails' tails are devious weapons of mass destruction and he's not afraid to use them. Yall can't tell me he doesn't have an insane amount of control in those things

Whenever Sonic """runs""" away from whoever's trying to tickle him, he has so much fun during the chase!!! Then he remembers the situation he's gotten himself into and panics

Knuckles only knows how to tickle roughly. He just goes straight for the kill if he knows where their worst spots are. Tails is slowly teaching him to be gentle, though.

#chi stfu #tickle hcs #tickle headcanons #sonic tickles #sonic movie tickles #can you guys tell i like tom and maddie #these were shockingly also hard to write #im so washed yall #i wanted this to be longer but my want to get this out of my drafts was stronger

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kayewrite · 6 months ago

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Falling in a wrong way

(blue sticky note ending #2)

skz lee minho x reader x ot8!! lee know x reader!!! word count: 3k

Blue note alternative ending 2 wherein; you choose minho and it felt wrong

an: i dont know if im still doing it right! i dont wanna hurt other memebers . chz TT an2: im having class starting tom and idk if i can update everyday. but ill do what i can

part 1 and part 2 first

As you walked out of that party, tears blurred your vision. The taxi ride home felt like an eternity, each second filled with the weight of the choice you knew you had to make. Choosing to follow your heart felt like a betrayal—either to yourself or to the friendships you held dear. The tears flowed freely, a silent acknowledgment of the impossible situation you found yourself in.

When the taxi finally pulled up to your apartment building, you stumbled out, barely holding yourself together. You made your way to the elevator, desperate to escape into the solitude of your room. But just as you were about to step inside, a voice called your name, stopping you in your tracks.

You turned around slowly, your heart pounding. There, standing a few feet away, was Minho, his motorcycle helmet in hand. His breaths were labored, as if he had sprinted to catch up to you. His eyes locked onto yours, filled with worry, regret, and something else—something deeper that made your heart ache even more.

Seeing him there, so close yet so far, brought a fresh wave of tears to your eyes. You couldn't hold them back as he took a hesitant step toward you. The concern etched on his face, the way he looked at you like he was seeing through all your pain, made you crumble.

Without another word, Minho closed the distance between you. He grabbed your wrist gently and pulled you into a tight embrace. His arms wrapped around you as if he could shield you from all the hurt in the world. "I'm sorry," he whispered into your hair, his voice thick with emotion.

You clung to him, your face buried in his shoulder, your tears soaking into his shirt. "I'm sorry too," you choked out, the words barely audible. "Sorry because I loved you." The confession hung in the air between you, raw and unfiltered.

Minho pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes searching yours. "Why are you sorry for that?" he asked, his voice trembling.

"Because… because I'm afraid," you admitted, your voice breaking. The pain of those words was almost unbearable, and you could see it reflected in his eyes.

For a moment, Minho said nothing. He just stared at you, his expression a mix of sorrow and determination. Then, without warning, he took your hand in his, his grip firm but reassuring. "Then let's run away," he said, his voice steady now.

Before you could respond, he was already pulling you towards his motorcycle. He put a helmet to you, still reeling from everything that had happened. You didn't protest, didn't question where you were going or what you were doing. You just followed his lead, trusting him implicitly.

As you climbed onto the back of his bike and wrapped your arms around his waist, the world around you seemed to fade away. The roar of the engine filled the silence between you, and you pressed your face against his back, feeling the warmth of his body through the leather jacket. The wind whipped past you as Minho drove, and for the first time that night, you felt a sense of peace.

You didn't know where he was taking you, and it didn't matter. As long as you were with him, you felt safe. You let go of everything—the party, the confusion, the fear—and allowed yourself to simply be in the moment, with Minho.

You loved Minho. From the playful banter that always made you smile, to the way he showed his care in subtle, thoughtful ways. You appreciated everything about him, even the teasing that others might have mistaken for indifference. It was in those moments that you saw the depth of his feelings. The teasing was just his way of showing love, and you understood that. He loved you in his own way, just as you loved him. But the friendship you both valued so much had always held you back.

Tonight, though, all those barriers seemed to dissolve. It was just the two of you, riding through the night with the moonlight as your only witness. You held onto him tightly, savoring the feeling of his presence, knowing that this moment was yours and his alone. For once, you let yourself not care about anything else—just you and Minho, under the stars, running away from the world together.

Minho brings you somewhere—a place only the two of you know. It's a small, cozy house nestled right in front of the beach, a secret hideaway that has always been your sanctuary. The moment you step inside, you’re overwhelmed by the familiarity of it all. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore, the faint scent of the ocean air.

Without thinking, you throw your arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. You hold him as if letting go would mean losing everything. He hugs you back just as fiercely, his hand gently caressing your hair. “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers into your ear, his voice soft and reassuring.

He pulls back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes. “We’re here now,” he says, his thumb brushing away a stray tear from your cheek. “Together.” You nod, feeling a warmth spread through your chest, the fear and doubt momentarily forgotten.

Minho then leads you to the couch, where you both sink into its plush cushions. For a moment, the world outside disappears, and it’s just the two of you, wrapped up in each other. He leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there as if to seal a promise. You close your eyes, savoring the feeling of his love, pure and unspoken, but deeply understood.

The next morning, you wake up to the soft light filtering through the curtains. You stretch lazily, realizing that you're wearing one of Minho’s oversized shirts, the fabric smelling faintly of him. It’s a comforting scent, one that makes you smile as you sit up and take in the surroundings.

The sound of clattering pots and pans draws your attention, and you find Minho in the kitchen, cooking something with his usual focused expression. The sight makes your heart swell with affection. Unable to resist, you quietly tiptoe over to him and wrap your arms around his waist from behind.

He glances back at you with a smile, his eyes warm and tender. “Good morning,” he murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. “Sit down, I’m almost done.”

You do as he says, settling at the small table. Just as you’re about to get comfortable, a familiar white cat leaps onto your lap, purring contentedly. It’s the cat you both adopted from the animal shelter—a sweet, fluffy companion he named after yourself. You smile, petting the cat, feeling a sense of peace wash over you.

A moment later, Minho places a dish in front of you, and the aroma makes your mouth water. He’s always been an excellent cook, and today is no exception. He hands you a glass of milk, the small, thoughtful gesture making you grin.

You take a bite, the flavors rich and comforting, and you can’t help but smile up at him. He’s watching you intently, waiting for your reaction. “It’s delicious,” you say, your words filled with genuine appreciation.

Minho chuckles, clearly pleased. You scoop up another spoonful of food and, on a whim, offer it to him. He raises an eyebrow but leans in to take the bite, and you both end up laughing at the simple, playful gesture. The laughter fills the room, light and carefree, making the moment feel almost surreal. For the first time, you allow yourself to be completely true to your feelings, to enjoy this fleeting happiness without worrying about the future.

Later, you both find yourselves outside, lounging in a big hammock that sways gently in the breeze. The ocean stretches out before you, a vast expanse of blue that seems to go on forever. You’re sitting between Minho’s legs, his arms wrapped around you, holding you close. The warmth of his body against yours, the sound of the waves, the scent of the salty air—it all feels so right.

Minho tightens his hold on you, his chin resting on your shoulder and he whispered ,“I’m willing to risk everything for you,” he says quietly, the sincerity in his voice making your heart ache.

You shake your head, turning slightly to look at him. Eyes started to well up.

“Minho ---That’s not what I want,” you called him. "It’s okay if I’ll step away, as long as you stay the same. You’ve been with them for so long—you’re like family. I don’t want to be the reason to end it.”

Minho’s eyes darken with determination. “Whatever happens, I’ll choose you,” he says firmly.

His words are like a knife to your heart, and you can’t stop the tears from welling up. “But you’ve spent eight years with them,” you say, your voice cracking. “You have dreams together, and I’m just going to break it?”

You feel like you’ve fallen in love in the wrong way, at the wrong time. The guilt and fear threaten to overwhelm you, and the tears spill over, streaming down your cheeks. Minho gently wipes them away, his touch soothing.

“Everything will be okay,” he whispers, his voice full of conviction. “I’ll take care of it, I promise.”

You want to believe him, to trust in the strength of your love. So you close your eyes, leaning into him, and for now, you let yourself be comforted by his presence, holding onto the hope that somehow, everything will be okay.

The weekend with Minho flies by too quickly. You wish you could stop time, hold on to these moments a little longer, but you know that’s not possible.

With a heavy heart, you make your way to Chan’s studio. He’s always been the one you could talk to about anything, a steady presence who feels like a big brother because of how mature and understanding he is. As you approach the door, you manage a small smile and gently knock.

“Can I come in?” you ask, your voice soft.

Chan looks up from his work, a warm smile spreading across his face. “Of course,” he says, nodding towards the chair beside him. You hand him a cup of his favorite coffee as you sit down, and he takes it gratefully. “Thanks,” he murmurs, taking a sip.

He studies you for a moment, concern flickering in his eyes. “How are you?” he asks, his tone gentle.

You take a deep breath, forcing a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “I don’t know,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Chan’s expression softens even more. “It’s okay,” he says reassuringly. “Everything will fall back into place, eventually.”

His words are meant to comfort, but the uncertainty in your heart remains, and Chan knows it.

Chan always know you. He knows what words you need.

“As your friend, and as someone who cares about you a lot, seeing you happy, following your dreams and wants, that’s what would make me happiest too.” The sincerity in his voice catches you off guard. "So choose what's your heart saying." He’s always been honest with you, but this feels different—more personal.

He tries to lighten the mood with a joke, his smile returning. “Besides, feelings fade eventually. Who knows? Maybe feelings will just disappear in a day.”

You chuckle softly at his attempt to make you laugh, but deep down, you know it’s not that simple. You know it all too well. After the laughter fades, you look at him, your expression turning serious.

“I’m sorry,” you say quietly, the weight of your decision pressing down on you.

Chan’s smiles, understanding shining in his eyes. “You don't need to be sorry of the things that wasn't your fault,” he replies softly. “And no matter what happens just know that I’m here for you, no matter what.”

The room falls into a comfortable silence, the unspoken words hanging in the air. Chan’s presence, steady and reliable, gives you comfort. You smiled at him and he smiled then ruffled your hair.

You helped Felix move out of his old apartment, a task made necessary by the noisy neighbor who had been causing him endless frustration.

You were relieved that Felix never brought up the awkwardness between you two, which meant you could focus on the task at hand without dwelling on the unspoken tension.

As you both worked, Felix’s usual teasing and jokes brought some normalcy back into the day. You laughed at his comments, the sound of your laughter mingling with the clatter of packing boxes.

Suddenly, a knock at the door broke the rhythm of your work. You both paused, and Felix’s neighbor appeared, his face a mix of annoyance and frustration.

“Hey, can you keep it down?” the neighbor said sharply. “You’re disturbing other people.”

The words struck a nerve. You could feel your anger rising, and before you could think twice, you shot back, “Look at what you’ve done to my friend! He’s moving out because of you. Maybe you should be more considerate yourself!”

Felix’s hand landed gently on your shoulder, a subtle reminder to keep calm. He stepped in front of you, his tone even but firm. “It’s okay,” he said. “We’ll handle this. Thanks for letting us know.”

The neighbor’s expression shifted to one of guilt. He muttered a half-hearted apology and quickly retreated. As soon as he was out of sight, Felix couldn’t hold back his laughter. “Well, that was interesting,” he said, still chuckling. “I talked to him about this before, but I can’t believe he’d actually come here to complain.”

You joined in the laughter, the tension of the moment easing away. “I’m just glad he’s gone,” you said. “Moving day is stressful enough without dealing with that.”

You continue your work and when the packing was done, you were ready to bring it downstairs to the unit beside you. When he stopped you with his words,

“I’ll be moving a bit farther away." he flashed a soft sad smile, "Hyunjin’s roommate moved out, so I’m going to crash at his place.”

Your heart sank a little and got surprised at the news that was different from what you had expected. But before you could express your disappointment, Felix patted your head affectionately. “Don’t worry, it’s not because of you,” he said reassuringly. “It’s just a better fit for now. Everything’s going to be fine.”

You weren’t entirely convinced, but Felix’s warm smile and reassuring words helped to ease your worries.

Felix’s grin widened. “Everything’s fine,” he repeated, and you could see the sincerity in his eyes. “Thanks for helping me today. It means a lot.”

You smiled back, feeling a mix of relief and lingering sadness. As you watched him finish packing up the last of his things, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of finality, but also an appreciation for the way Felix had managed to make the best of a difficult situation.

The sun was setting, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, casting a warm glow over everything. You were sitting alone, and the serene moment was interrupted by a familiar voice calling your name.

You turned to see Minho standing a few feet away, a playful glint in his eyes. He walked over and sat down beside you, his arm slipping around your shoulders, then patted the cat that was purring and resting comfortably in your lap.

Minho's eyes twinkled, and then he laughed, "I was actually calling our cat."

You rolled your eyes playfully, a smile tugging at your lips. "Why did you name it after me?" you asked, feigning exasperation.

Minho chuckled, his laughter warm and infectious. He pulled you closer, his touch reassuring and tender.

You leaned into him, enjoying the comfort of his presence. The cat, sensing the affection, rubbed against your legs, purring contentedly. You looked at Minho, seeing the joy in his eyes, and then shifted your gaze back to the horizon.

The sky was now a canvas of vibrant colors, the sun dipping lower and lower until it was just a sliver above the water. The scene was breathtakingly beautiful, and it felt like the perfect backdrop to your moment together. You both fell into a comfortable silence, simply savoring the tranquility of the evening.

Minho's fingers lightly traced patterns on your arm, and you felt a sense of calm wash over you. The earlier worries and complications seemed distant now, replaced by the simplicity of this shared moment.

You turned your head slightly to look up at Minho, who was gazing at the sunset with a soft smile. There was a sense of peace in his expression, and you felt a similar calm settle within you. The world seemed to slow down as you both took in the beauty around you.

The sun continued its descent, casting long shadows and bathing the beach in a golden glow. It was a perfect ending to a challenging day, a reminder that amidst the chaos and confusion, there were moments of pure, simple happiness to be cherished.

You took a deep breath, feeling grateful for this serene moment with Minho, and the two of you shared a contented smile, knowing that no matter what lay ahead, this was a moment you would always remember.

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an: might continue the next one if this will get 80 likes TT

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sluttywonwoo · 1 year ago

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instead of you [part thirty-three] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, angst, discussions of plane disasters, mentions of sex (mdni ; 18+)

word count: 3k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

additional a/n: disclaimer that this chapter and the following chapters take place on oahu and kauai, hawai'i. i wrote this a year ago (originally posted on sept. 22, 2022) and included mentions of the negative impact and sentiment tourism in hawai'i procures, but it was before the fires in maui. i included hawai'i in their vacation in the first place because i'm part hawaiian and wanted to bring attention to our people's attitude toward tourists while also writing about the parts of the islands that i grew up loving. and i thought i should clarify that before posting, as i feel the context is important to precede what would be an otherwise distasteful choice if i had written this now. please keep hawai'i in your thoughts, mahalo plenty <3

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Predictably, you cried yourself to sleep. You debated over whether or not to tell Minho. He’d probably find out when he woke up in the morning but would he be mad if he didn’t hear it from you? If Jisung was right, he didn’t care about you at all, so why would you grant him the courtesy of a head’s up? You didn’t want to believe Jisung, rather, you wanted to believe that he had only said those things in the heat of the moment but at the end of the day, he knew Minho far better than you did. Whether or not he was telling the truth to try and save you or lying to hurt you was up to you to decipher.

You wound up texting Minho, ‘Jisung knows,’ without any other context and calling it a night.

The next morning, you woke up to a message from Jisung telling you not to bother getting ready for the day and that he’d be going on without you. It was mostly a relief not to have to put on an act after everything that happened the night before but it also stung.

You weren’t very optimistic about repairing your relationship with Jisung, but any lingering hope vanished when he wouldn’t even look at you in passing in the hallway.

You spent the entire day in bed, trying to distract yourself with anything you could think of to pass the time. You scrolled through social media until your timelines stopped refreshing with new content. There wasn’t anything interesting enough on TV to pull you out of spiraling so you didn’t even bother trying to find something to hold your attention.

At one point you remembered the book you were reading but as soon as you opened it you were greeted by all of Jisung’s little annotations he had left for you. He still had your book and you wondered if he would ever finish it now that you’d ruined everything.

You thought about texting him, just to check in or try and talk about things but you didn’t want to bother him. A couple of times, you almost texted him just out of instinct. You would go to send him a tweet that you thought he’d find funny and then remember.

Minho came by your room that night after dinner when everyone was back from the day’s activities. He knocked twice, letting himself in before you’d even finished telling him he could enter.

“Care to explain what happened?” he asked, hands on his hips.

You shrugged noncommittally. “Jisung found out.”

“How? Did you tell him?”

“And ruin my own relationship with my best friend? Yeah, definitely.”

Minho rolled his eyes. “I didn’t come here to argue. I just want to know what happened.”

“Then don’t accuse me of shit.”

“I didn’t mean- I’m sorry. That’s not what I was trying to do.”

You sighed and signaled for him to sit down if he wanted to. He did, perching himself on the edge of the bed cautiously.

“He knows because he noticed me sneaking out and finally decided to follow me.”

The color drained from Minho’s face. “So he heard-”

You nodded. “I don’t know how much, but enough.”

“Fuck.”

“Fuck is right.”

“He wouldn’t say a word to me today,” Minho said.

“He wouldn’t even look at me.”

“I guess we knew this would happen eventually.”

“Yeah.”

“We fucked up.”

“Yeah.”

“You were right.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows.

“We really do deserve each other.”

Oh. What Jisung had said earlier rang through your ears again.

“I guess I was.”

Just then, the door to the bedroom opened and Jisung walked in, scoffing as he passed his brother.

“I should have known,” he muttered to himself.

“Ji, look-” Minho tried, only to be immediately cut off by his younger brother.

“Don’t. Please just fucking don’t.”

“But-”

“God, you never listen to a word I say, do you? Either of you?”

You wanted to protest that you did listen to him but you thought better of it. It wouldn’t help your case at all. Instead, you sat there silently like a child being scolded.

“I don’t want to hear you explain yourself,” Jisung continued. “I don’t care why you fucked my best friend. I think the act in itself doesn’t need an explanation.” Minho opened his mouth to respond but Jisung cut him off again. “I don’t want to hear an apology either. I already know you don’t mean it. In fact, I think we’re done here so if you wouldn’t mind getting the fuck out of my room...”

Minho looked like he wanted to argue but likely knew it wouldn’t do any good so he simply hung his head and let himself out, bidding you a quiet goodnight as he left. You didn’t respond. You didn’t even acknowledge him. How could you?

“Don’t forget to pack your things for the flight tomorrow. It’s a long one.”

You sat there, stunned. You hadn’t expected Jisung to speak to you at all, let alone say something amicable.

“O-ok thanks,” you responded shakily.

“I’m sleeping in here tonight,” he added.

“Oh-” you scrambled up, preparing to leave but Jisung stopped you.

“No, I meant with you. It’d look weird if I slept on the couch again.”

Of course. Keeping up appearances.

“Is it even worth it to do this anymore?” you asked. “I mean, it’s falling apart at the seams.”

“It’ll be fine,” Jisung argued. “It’s just a few more weeks.”

“Do you really want to keep pretending to be in love with someone you hate?”

He froze, still bent over his suitcase. Then he straightened up and turned to face you.

“I don’t hate you.”

“You don’t?”

“No, I don’t think I could ever hate you. I’ve been trying, trust me.”

You weren’t sure how to take that. You weren’t sure how you were supposed to take it. You tried not to let his words stoke the embers of hope you were still clinging on to but it was already proving difficult.

“Maybe with time,” you suggested.

He shrugged. “Ready for bed?”

You managed to get some sleep, despite everything. It took a while for your heart to calm down as you lay there beside your (ex?) best friend who was already snoring softly. He had fallen asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. You weren’t sure how he was able to drift off so easily in spite of your whole friendship falling apart but perhaps the stress was only one-sided.

You were the one being eaten alive by anxiety and guilt. All he had to do was mourn the loss of everything you destroyed.

The hours of sleep you did get passed quickly without dreams which was unusual for you. Before you knew it, Jisung’s alarm was going off and both of you were groaning as you dragged yourself out of bed.

You finished packing the rest of your things in relative silence. Neither of you had much to say aside from when you passed each other’s things back and forth from your suitcases.

The sun had yet to come up when the rest of the Hans gathered in the kitchen with their luggage. Since the flight was over twelve hours long Jisung’s parents had booked the earliest possible departure which just so happened to be before the sunrise.

The boys slept during the ride to the airport but you weren’t able to. You were squished between Jisung and Minho in the very back of the van, feeling like a pin in a grenade. They ignored each other, of course, both seemingly dead to the world.

Minho woke up before Jisung. He glanced over at you and offered an expression of sympathy. You just shrugged in response.

Sitting in the car like that caused your knees to brush up against each other every so often, each time you rounded a corner or went over a speed bump. Every time it happened you fought the urge to meet his eyes. The touch, be it fleeting, made your chest tighten over and over again until you were half-convinced you were going into cardiac arrest. Eventually, Minho gave up trying to give you space and just let his knee rest against yours. Funnily enough, it helped you relax.

“Sorry,” he muttered.

“It’s fine.”

He was so hard to read these days. Not that he was ever easy to read. You couldn’t tell whether or not he liked having his knee there. You weren’t sure why you were getting so caught up on it in the first place.

You longed to hold his hand. You longed to hold Jisung’s hand. But all you could do was sit there in between the two and wait until you finally arrived at the airport.

Thankfully, Minho was sat with his parents for the flight, which meant you were squeezed in between Jisung and Felix. You gave Jisung the window seat, knowing you wouldn’t get any sleep yourself. He looked like he wanted to argue when you offered it to him but ultimately surrendered when he saw the look in your eyes. You compromised for switching halfway through since the flight was so long but even that seemed to be pushing it for him.

It was funny how Jisung was still looking out for you after everything you had done. It was as if it was instinctual to him, to put you before himself. The realization almost made you tear up. Had you cared that much for him too? Or was it all one-sided? Either way, you were positive you didn’t deserve him.

Dom had chosen Hawai’i as his destination. A controversial choice, given the state of tourism at the moment, but it wasn’t like you had much say in the matter. Jisung had confided in you earlier in the trip that he had tried to talk his father out of it but that he couldn’t be swayed.

“We might as well try to make the most of it,” you argued. “It’s like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, right?”

He shrugged. “I guess.”

The flight from Bali to Hawai’i was over twelve hours long which meant that you had roughly six hours to figure out how to entertain yourself before it was time to trade places. You could try to sleep but that meant leaning on Jisung and you were almost positive the last thing he wanted was for you to touch him right now.

You didn’t feel like paying for the in-flight wi-fi so you had to get creative with how to keep yourself busy. You scrolled through your camera roll for a while but it just made you sad. The pictures from the trip were one thing, but then there were all of the ones of you and Jisung back at school. The further back you went, the happier you seemed. There was no way that was actually true, it was just putting more distance between what had happened in the present from the way things were in the past. That, and you had a tendency to romanticize the past.

“Did you know flight attendants are trained to take oxygen masks from passengers?”

Felix’s voice from beside you pulled you from your spiral of self-pity almost immediately. You turned to look at him and cocked your head in confusion.

“What?”

“Like, you know that whole spiel they give you about safety before the plane takes off? And they’re like ‘during the flight, oxygen masks might drop from overhead’?”

“No, I know all of that. Why would they take the masks from passengers? Do they not have their own?”

“They do, but they might need to move around the cabin when that happens in case of an emergency or something, and if that were to be the case, they’re trained to take masks from passengers to oxygenate themselves. They’ll give it back, but in order to do their jobs they might have to borrow one without asking.”

“What if the passenger passes out?”

“Then they’ll be able to help them! Because they’re fully oxygenated.”

You made a face. “I’m glad you’ve got the aisle seat, then.”

Felix shrugged, grinning. “It sounds fucked up, but it’s just logistical. Wanna know something actually fucked up? These seat belts are practically useless.”

“What?” you weren’t sure if you really wanted to know where he was going with this but your morbid curiosity got the better of you once again. “What do you mean?”

“Well, they help with turbulence and stuff but in the event of a crash, these aren’t going to do shit for us. They’re just here to keep us strapped to the seat so they can identify the corpses by looking at the flight log.”

You sat there in stunned silence as the information Felix had just told you sunk in.

“That is... so dark,” you said finally.

“Yeah, but isn’t it interesting?”

“I guess, but why did you have to tell me all of this while we’re in the air?”

“Because it’s relevant!”

You sighed and glanced back at Jisung who was asleep and slumped against the window. “Ready to switch?”

It was just a joke but Felix scoffed nonetheless.

“I’m offended,” he whispered.

“And I’m traumatized.”

“My bad.”

Somehow, Felix kept you occupied until it was time to switch with Jisung. You lost track of time talking to him about everything and nothing. Out of all of the Han brothers, Felix was the one you knew the least.

You learned a lot about him in the six and a half hours you sat next to each other. You learned that he, like Jisung, had a passion for photography. He liked anime but manga adaptations always disappointed. He wanted to be a dancer when he was little, just like his big brother.

When it was Felix’s turn to inquire about you, you were sort of at a loss for words. You had to tread carefully around how much to actually reveal about yourself. When to lie, when to stretch the truth. You were exhausted. It was exhausting. But Jisung had made it clear that this was still important to him despite you not seeing the point anymore. So you played along for his sake. It was the least you could do since you ruined everything else.

You talked mostly about school, what you were studying, what you wanted to do with your degree... all the small talk that usually took place when you first met a person, not after you’d been traveling with them for over a month. But Felix didn’t know a lot about you interests wise so he listened intently and asked a lot of questions.

When it was finally time to actually switch, you were half-relieved, half-bummed. Talking with Felix was fun but you hated lying to him.

Jisung lifted up the armrest between you and him to let you slide over while he stood awkwardly in the aisle.

“Do you want to use my hoodie as a blanket, baby?” he asked.

“Sure, thanks.”

He laid it over your shoulders after you got settled against the window, kissing you on the head and telling you goodnight.

You shut your eyes and tried to relax but sleep wouldn’t come. You knew it wouldn’t. You took deep breaths in an attempt to slow your heart rate, lowkey considering holding your breath until you passed out.

Next to you, Jisung was flipping through the in-flight movies. You could hear him tapping on the touchscreen, huffing in frustration when he couldn’t find anything he wanted to watch.

“You okay, bro?” Felix asked his twin.

You felt Jisung sort of shift, likely checking to see if you were asleep. He sighed.

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Relationship troubles?” Felix guessed.

“Why do you ask?”

“You’ve been pissy for like, the past two days. I assumed it had something to do with your girlfriend.”

“She hasn’t been sleeping well,” he explained simply, lying through his teeth. Well, it wasn’t technically a lie because you weren’t sleeping well, but that had nothing to do with why Jisung was upset. “The exhaustion has been leading to a lot of fights.”

“Sorry, man.”

“It’s okay. It happens. Not that you would know.”

Felix scoffed. “Ouch, I try to have a heart-to-heart with you and you go there?”

“This is a heart-to-heart to you?”

“You know what I mean. A real conversation.”

“Okay, but I’m right. You wouldn’t know.”

“Not all of us can have healthy relationships like you, Jisung,” he sighed.

“I know. I think I’m mom and dad’s only chance at grandchildren at this point.”

“Not if our brother has anything to say about it,” Felix said lowly.

“What do you mean?” Jisung asked.

He sounded genuinely confused but you knew that internally he was panicking because you were too. You were still pretending to be asleep but you had stopped breathing, waiting to hear what he would say next. How much did Felix know? You and Minho weren’t great at sneaking around but you had at least tried to be a little careful.

“You mean you haven’t noticed the way Minho looks at her?”

“Not really? But you spend more time with him. You know him better than I do.”

“Well, you should pay more attention. He makes it kind of obvious,” Minho muttered.

“Makes what kind of obvious, though?”

“That he wants her.”

“What?”

“I can’t believe you haven’t caught on to him flirting with her.”

“Well obviously he’s doing it behind my back so-”

“Sorry you had to find out this way,” Felix said, likely grimacing, “but at least she isn’t reciprocating, from what I’ve seen.”

“Yeah, at least there’s that,” Jisung murmured.

You were able to exhale in relief, but only slightly. Felix didn’t know everything but he could tell Minho was interested which wasn’t a good sign. How long had he been picking up on that?

Your best friend sighed angrily. “The one thing I thought Minho couldn’t take from me-”

You bit the inside of your cheek, guilt consuming you all over again.

“Don’t you think that’s a little dramatic?” Felix asked. “He hasn’t even made a move or anything, mate. I just think he thinks she’s cute.”

“With Minho, that’s enough.”

i'm sick so no tags :(( but i've got nothing else to do so here ya go, lmk what you think I always appreciate feedback!!

add yourself to the taglist here!

#instead of you stray kids #instead of you skz #iou stray kids #iou skz #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #lee know x reader #lee know x female reader #lee know x bi!reader #lee know series #stray kids series #stray kids fanfic #lee know fanfic #lee minho x reader #minho x reader

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electronicnutcycle · 4 months ago

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Hiii, how you doin? I hope you still take requests for Motley Crue, i kind of have an idea in mind lol. Basically the reader is Tommy's younger sister who has a huge crush on Vince and one time the two of them (reader and Vince) hook up and Tommy finds out. And he's like pissed as hell cause he's protective. Sooooo angsty but kind of a fluffy ending idk how to explain 😭🙏 I hope it's not too complicated. Love ya and thanks! 💋

Description: You're Tommy Lee's younger sister , one day he brings the band over to practice and you immediately started to crush on Vince Neil , the lead vocalist. You two started having sex at a party and as the months went on , you continue to have sex with him. One day though tommy finds out and goes BALLISTIC on Vince.

Pairing: Vince Neil x reader

Warnings: Mentions of sex , angst but the story ends with fluff , etc. (lmk if i miss something)

It all started when your older brother , Tommy Lee brought over his fellow bandmates for band practice and as you laid eyes on the lead vocalist Vince Neil. You had immediately fallen in love with Vince , but whenever you tried to talk to Vince or any of the other members of the band that wasn't him , he would quickly shut down the conversation and tells you to piss off. Despite the warnings by your brother to never flirt to his bandmates , let alone even talk to them . but here you are at a party , which was usual for the band at this point and time , having sex with the lead vocalist and very much enjoying it. The next day you woke up in his bed , realizing this you smirked knowing damn well that my brother would be pissed .

Luckily you had gotten home before anyone had noticed that you weren't home last night . Yet as the months went on and you and Vince continued to fuck you both started to get cocky and started trying less to hide what you two were doing which was your undoing. Because one day as you two were starting to hook up , you were caught mid hook up by Tommy and lets just say , chaos ensued. In a split of a second , Tommy had punched Vince square in the jaw and as the blonde fell back in shock , Tommy pounced onto him and continued to throw punches and scratch at Vince. For a few seconds you were frozen in shock , but immediately you jumped into action by coming between the two men . Which wasn't a good idea in hindsight as they were angry men who were twice as tall but it worked as the two men stopped throwing punches upon seeing you in between them. Tension and adrenaline were thick in the air , the only sound was heavy breathing. A few minutes go by and Tommy storms out of the bathroom without a word, you sigh as you bend down to the cabinet under the sink to get the first aid kit knowing that Vince and Tommy would need it.

After you fixed up Vince you and the blonde , who you advised to stay behind you just in case it got messy again . When you two found where Tommy was , he looked worse for wear despite being the one to start the fight. Before you entered the room where Tommy was , you looked back at Vince and motioned for him to stay back. As you entered the room where the brunette was with the first aid kit in hand , you finally got a good look at him and saw the bloody nose , scratches and the bruises that were starting to form. "Hey Tom" you whispered as you sat down Infront of him “hey” . Whilst you took care of him and chat you found out that what you already knew . Tommy is just a protective brother who didn’t want his bandmates to hurt his little sister . Eventually Vince came in and luckily no other fights started . After some time you had finally bandaged both of them up and they mend up and Tommy allowed Vince and you to date and have sex without beating each other up about it , of cause only if he doesn’t break your heart.

A/N: Thank you anon for the request I honestly loved writing it and I hope you and anyone who reads this enjoys it . So sorry for it being posted late the last few days of mental health and writers block has been beating me to a pulp , but here it is!.

#tommy lee #tommy lee x reader #tommy lee motley crue #tommy lee rp #motley crüe x reader #motley crue #vince neil #vince neil x reader #vince neil smut #nikki sixx #mick mars #motley crue x reader #motley crue fanfiction #motley crue smut #motley crue fluff #angst #angst with a happy ending

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tobysbliss · 1 year ago

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zombie attack

me taking the end of the new sorry boys video and calling it potential!

ler!wilbur, lee!tommy, lee!ranboo (implied lee!phil, lee!wilbur & lee!charlie at the very end.)

giggling rn. enjoy 😇‼️

( @vicluvesu u said to @ u… i think this is what u meant)

It’s the apocalypse.

The zombie apocalypse, specifically.

Tommy, Phil, and Ranboo have survived. Charlie and Wilbur on the other hand.. well… Let’s not get into that.

“Guys.”

“Phil! Wait, no!”

“You have to go.” Phil spoke, and then he turned around, whacking a zombie in the face.

“PHIL NO!”

“PHIL!”

Tommy and Ranboo screamed as Phil made his way to a crowd of zombies in an attempt to fend them off.

“RUN!”

And with that, Tommy and Ranboo took off, wincing a little as they heard the screams of Phil being taken alive by the zombies. They ran to their getaway car, screaming at the driver to drive.

“We’re safe! We’re safe! I think we’re safe! I think we’re okay!” Ranboo said quickly as they were driven away from the area.

“Oh, phew…” Tommy relaxed against the seat, and Ranboo sighed in relief. They didn’t have to deal with the zombies anymore.. Or so they thought.

“Guess I won’t be needing this anymore.” Ranboo looked at their gun, setting it on the floor. But then, Tommy and Ranboo heard rather loud groaning from behind them.. They turned around to see Wilbur in the trunk of the car. He was a zombie.

“…Tom?” Ranboo glanced at Tommy worriedly. Just then, Wilbur suddenly moved forward so the top half of his body hung over the seat.

Ranboo and Tommy then screamed as Wilbur latched his hands on them, one hand clawing up and down each of their torsos, his head hanging down so the camera wouldn’t pick up on his mischievous smirk as he tickled the two boys. The camera was still going, but Wilbur didn’t care. They could just cut the footage. Wilbur then fell more forward so he sat between Ranboo and Tommy and could tickle the both of them more.

“WIL! We’re dohOHONE! NOHOHO!”Tommy shrieked, trying to push Wilbur’s claw-like hand away from his stomach.

“Whahat the hEHEHELL! WILBUR?!” Ranboo just covered his face and brought their knees to their chest as Wilbur scribbled his fingers on their neck.

“But this is perfect, isn’t it? It’s like a perfect zombie attack… I’ll make it better!” He leaned over to Tommy and blew a raspberry on his neck, nibbling a little and quietly mumbling, “omnomnomnom…”

“wiLBUR! FUCK! NohOHOHO!” Tommy struggled to push Wilbur away, but eventually realized he just had to take it.

“Aw, can’t take it? It’s okay, maybe Ranboo can!” Wilbur exclaimed before turning to Ranboo, and doing exactly what he did to Tommy. He blew a raspberry on Ranboo’s neck, giggling against the skin as he nibbled on the spot, again making little “omnomnomnom” sounds. Ranboo squealed, trying to push at Wilbur’s head.

“StohOP! Thihis iHISNT FAHAIR!” Ranboo whined, and Wilbur just picked up his head and giggled at the two boys.

“Sorry, you two are stuck in the grasp of a tickle zombie. A tickle monster, if you will.” Wilbur smirked, clawing at both of the boys’ stomach and sides, grinning widely at their shrieks and giggles.

Ranboo squirmed from side to side as best as he could, not having much room as they were practically squished against the inside of the car door. Tommy was moreso just screaming and flinching, occasionally bucking his hips. The driver looked in the rear-view mirror for a second and smiled. They had stopped driving, they knew they were done despite the camera still recording. Obviously they wouldn’t keep that in the video.

Phil and Charlie soon caught up to the car, knocking on the tinted windows because they heard screaming. The doors unlocked, and the two men opened the door to see Tommy and Ranboo being tickled to tears by Wilbur.

“PHIL! HELP US!” Tommy yelled, slightly reaching for Phil’s hand as he still giggled wildly.

“PLEHEHEASE!” Ranboo squealed, starting to stomp his feet on the floor of the car.

“Alright, Wil, that’s enough. Let ‘em go.” Phil smiled as he noticed Wilbur roll his eyes before stopping. Charlie noticed how much Ranboo and Tommy were still giggling and panting as they leaned back against the seats.

“Jesus man, what did you do? They look like they just went through a war-.. Oh. I guess they did kind of also just go through the apocalypse.. But you get what I mean! What did you do?” Charlie crossed his arms with a small smirk.

“I only tickled them… Gave them a lil’ zombie attack. That’s what the zombies did to me when you guys gave my body away to them.” Wilbur’s tone was playful, and he rolled his eyes once again.

“They did that to me too..” Phil piped up with a small smile, and looked over to see Charlie nodding. “Me too.”

“Yeah, exactly. So I gave them a little attack. It was part of the bit, anyway!”

Tommy hid his face with his hands, and Ranboo pinched the bridge of their nose. They were both embarrassed, and Wilbur just pulled them into a hug. “C’monnn. It’s alright, you only got tickled a little!”

“A LITTLE?” Ranboo looked over at Wilbur. “That was way more than a little! I swear to god if we weren’t in public I would so-“ They went on a somewhat small rant about how they would murder Wilbur, and the rest of the Sorry Boys just laughed as they listened.

Filming these videos was really, really fun.

#strangleetomz #strangleetomz fics #sorry boys tickles #ler!wilbur #ler!wilbursoot #implied lee!wilbur #lee!tommy #lee!tommyinnit #lee!ranboo #lee!ranboolive #implied lee!phil #implied lee!charlie #mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle #sfw tickle fic

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lookismaddict · 2 years ago

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Lookism Chapter 438 Memes/Thoughts I Have:

(SPOILERS !!! I don’t own any of the Lookism panels and the translations. Only the memes that I made.)

God. It’s like every week, I get even more tired than the previous week. What has my life come to? I feel so dead inside.

Anyways, wooooo new chapter is here. Let’s goooooooo!!!

“DiD yOu JuSt HiT a CoP ?” Yeah mf. Call it “injustice” or a “crime”, IDC. Daniel gon beat yo ass GTA style. 😤

It’s ok Daniel, go get him!!!

*h e a v y s i g h*

. . .

PLEASE. EXCUSE ME FOR A SECOND WHILE I… “TAKE CARE OF SOME BUSINESS”.

*stays in the bathroom for about 30 min*

I'M KIDDING... not really.

BRUH EVEN DANIEL IS NAKED? AROUND GUN??? This is dangerous. 😭😭😭

OHHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYY GAAAAAAAHHHHHDDDD.... SIRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!! THE WET HAIR THOOOOOO. 😩😩🤤🤤🤤🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴

I def know what I want for Christmas this year... 👀

Santa would definitely kill me in my sleep...

N S F W M E M E W A R N I N G !!!

(If you don't wanna see the inappropriate meme, just scroll past it.)

God, my 😺 been quivering... What? I bet those of you who read Rendezvous would agree that you want him too. I'M LOOKING AT YOU!! READERS WHO'VE READ THOSE CHAPTERS ACTING LIKE YOU HAVEN'T THOUGHT ABOUT IT, SMH. 👁👁 Don't lie.

Man, this is giving me mad inspiration to write again. Who knew that some steamy shower panels would bring me back to continue writing for that story? How ironic. 😅

YESSSSSS GUN BBG, MAN WHORE, DADDYYYYYYY. 🥰

DAAAAAAAAMMMNNNNN DANIEL, BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH THE FANCY FIGHTING SPINS!!! Also, "I'm gonna get punished severely when I get back." 🧐 Is Gun gonna make you give him 🧠 or nah? Like what?

BRUHHHHHHHHHH. DANIEL NOOOOOOOOOO!!! 😭😭😭

AWWWW BABY, DON'T BEAT YOURSELF UP ABOUT IT. JUST CONTINUE TO GIVE IT YOUR ALL!!! 🥺🥺

Awwwww shit... Is this where I think this is going...? 😭

Hey Alexa, play "Lose Yourself" by Eminem.

OMG WAIT. HE DOESN'T LOOK THAT DIFFERENT FROM WHEN HE WENT CRAZY MODE IN HIS OTHER BODY!!! :O God, it's like the same demon possessed Daniel or something.

OK DANIELLLLL!!! I SEE YOUUUUUU, KING!!!! 😩😩👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

AYO, IS THAT JAKE'S OLDER BROTHER??? 👀 HOW TF JAMES LEE KNEW ABOUT HIM AND NOT EVEN HIS OWN BROTHER, JAKE KIM KNEW ABOUT HIM UNTIL TOM LEE MENTIONED HIM??? 💀💀💀💀

Geez, I'm starting to feel bad for Jichang. Like, ok Daniel, I get it. Your fight with Jichang started because you're trying to find out more about Jinyoung and all that, but... y'all can't just... talk it out? 😅 "Civilized folks" style? No? Ok.

Oh crap... that's not good. 😬

B R U H. THESE PANELS GAVE ME MAD GOOSEBUMPS. SHIIIIIT. I HOPE DANIEL'S HOMIES ARRIVE!!!! 😖

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I KNEW ITTTTTTT!!! I TOLD Y'ALL WTF. 😭😭😭😭😭😭 I EVEN KNEW IT IN THE LAST REVIEW HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I GOT PSYCHIC POWERS. 🔮

SEE???? I CONCLUDED THIS LAST WEEK WITH MY OWN WORDS, BRUH. CALL ME A... G E N I U S. ✨ (Actually don't. I'm still a dumbass.)

"Thanks. I almost died just now." 💀💀💀💀 Idk why I thought that line from Hudson was funny to me LMFAOOO. Just caught me off guard because I mostly see him being so serious all the time. Also, Jichang... don't underestimate Daniel lol. It'll be your downfall if you do.

I stg. Almost every chapter, Daniel always gets even more attractive. 😍😍

I always see people comment on how Daniel is turning more into Gun due to how he has improved in fighting as the story progresses. HOWEVER, I've never heard Daniel becoming James Lee before and I find that concept very interesting. I'm not sure if PTJ is leading Daniel towards that path of him becoming the new "James Lee", since he is a self-righteous character who seeks truth.

Even though I find this moment to be very cool, I worry that Daniel might create more enemies for himself and I hope he doesn't kill anyone then spiral into long-term guilt like James Lee.

God, I still can't get over the GUN SHOWER PANELS. AHHHHHHHHH!!! HIM... NAKED??? I MEAN, COME ON MAN. HE LITERALLY IS EXPENSIVE ALCOHOL WHO REALLY AGED SO GOOD. SO TASTY. SO DELICIOUS. SO SCRUMPT-DIDDLY-UMPTIOUUUSSSSS!!! CALL ME A CONNOISSEUR, BUT HE CAN BE THE YAMATO TO MY HENNESSY, WITH HIS HIGH PRICED SEXY ASS. 🤤🤤🖤🖤🖤🖤

If any one mentions him in the shower, yk Imma be "showering" down there. 💦

ALSO, WE NEED MORE SHOWER FAN SERVICE PTJ. KEEP 'EM COMING!!!

The correct answer is "Both".

They'd be amazing Calvin Klein models.

Anyways, BYE- 🏃🏽‍♀️

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fandomwriter208 · 10 months ago

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Sneaky thief!

Lee! Child!Reader, Ler!Edd

Summary: Reader steals Edd's hoodie, but Edd won't let it go that easily

It's a typical day in the gang's house, Matt is staring at his reflection, Tom is playing his bass Susan, and Tord is out and about in town. "I gotta get my shower" Edd says to you, and he gets up and walks to his room. "okay" you respond, and you carry on doing (insert favorite hobby) about 1 minute later, you sneak into the room and take his hoodie. you walk to your room, and put on the hoodie, and you giggled, the hoodie was too big for you, but you didn't care and kept it on.

(Edd's POV)

I walk out of my bathroom with my pajamas on to see that my hoodie was not on my bed where I left it. "where is it? Did I misplace it somewhere?" I say, confused. I walk to the living room to see that Tord just got back from town. "Hey Tom, have you seen my hoodie?" I ask tom, wondering if he knew where it was. "No, Y/N took it to their room" Tom replies

(3rd person POV)

Reader stands in the mirror, giggling and acting like Edd, a big smile on their face. They turn around to see Edd smiling, standing in the doorway, and Reader looks down in shame. "sorry Edd, the hoodie just looked so comfy!" Reader apologises. "Hey, it's okay! c'mere" Edd responds, opening his arms for a hug. Reader walks into his arms, returning the hug, and that's when Edd attacks Reader's belly with a buncha tickles, making Reader squeal at the tickling sensation.

"HEHEHEHEHEY! EHEHEHEDDIHIHIHIE!" Reader squeals with laughter, trying to squirm out of the cola lover's tickly grasp. "Why are you laughing? I didn't even tell any puns yet" Edd teased, knowing how much it would annoy the giggly 7 year old. "YOHOHOHOU'RE TIHIHIHICKLIHING MEHEHE!" Reader manages to say clearly. "this what you get for stealing my hoodie you silly theif!" Edd replies, as an amused Tord, Tom and Matt watch with amused smiles on their faces as they watch Reader's attempts at squirming away from their cola loving best friend. soon enough, Edd lets Reader breathe and he takes his hoodie back, leaving a giggly Reader on the floor as they calm down their laughs

(Plz be nice, this is my first fanfic, and I tried to make it as in character as possible)

#eddsworld tickles #ler!edd #lee!reader

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fallenclan · 1 year ago

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Otterslip pushed through the brush into the two leg garden, Lee was sitting on a squared stone talking to Jattelik, a brown tabby tom with a white foot, and Sparrow, a white molly. “I completely refused to do anything like that! And you know what they did?!” Sparrow was raspily meowing when Otterslip approached, “They told me I either left their group or join in their evil deeds!” Lee pricked his ears when Otterslip sat next to Jattelik, “Kid! How was that patrol you wanted to do so bad?” Otterslip and Lee were staying in a twoleg’s garden, with the permission of a friendly kittypet who also let 2 other elderly cats stay there. “No danger seems to be around here for now, but with all these twolegs it could happen anytime.” Otterslip stated curtly as Lee bent over to groom his pelt. “That’s nice.” Lee stated. “You smell like crow food!” Lee suddenly pulled back and exclaimed. Otterslip looked away in embarrassment, “I got a little dizzy while patrolling and could only find crow food..” He murmured. All three elders looked at him in surprise, Otterslip may not have know Jattelik and Sparrow long but they knew him well enough that he would never do anything like that. “Otterfall,” Jattelik started. “Slip, Otterslip” Lee gently reminded him. He nodded, “Otterslip, you shouldn’t do things like that.” Sparrow and Lee nodded as he spoke. Otterslip rolled his eyes. He’d been giving most of his prey to the 3 elders to keep their strength up. “But you guys need the food more than me, I can handle it.” Otterslip explained quietly, looking at his paws. Lee sighed, looked at Jattelik and Sparrow, flicking his tail to signal them to leave. The 2 elders nodded and turned toward the house, heading for the shaded area next to it. “Kid,” Lee began, as Otterslip looked up, “I appreciate that you worry about us and care for us, but you need to worry and care for yourself too.” Lee rested his tail on Otterslip’s shoulder, “Something like that should never happen again, do you understand?” Lee asked softly. Otterslip nodded, he knew that Lee was worried about him, but Lee and Jattelik were getting up there in age, Otterslip figured he could help them rest if he hunted for them, if even it meant he didn’t eat. “..I understand” Otterslip eventually said back. Lee nodded and gave a lick to the top of Otterslip’s head.

-🐈

I was gonna make this longer but I think I’m okay with this length

AUGH i love this sm,,, they've banded together to take care of their friend who is just so bad at taking care of himself <3

#fallenasks #fallenfic #cat anon

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iburntthewateragain · 2 months ago

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kit-LEE, infect-LEED, kit-LER and ..poob

Warnings: gnarpy, tickles, swears, mentions of drugs and injuries (stupid ass players :/) and also it’s a long read..sorry?

Lees: gnarpy and infected

lers: Dr RETRO and poob

it was a few hours after regretevator closed, gnarpy and infected were in DR Retros office because they had gotten hurt when they tried to mess with a player they shouldn’t have. “You boys need to be more careful! You know that people carry weapons ‘round here.” DR Retro said as she was bandaging Gnarpys shoulder, gnarpy could never accept being defeated by something other than nobody. “oh zhut up!! Zhey only beat me becauze zhey had a knife!” Gnarpy wasn’t gonna admit he just lost because he can’t fight, Poob was also in there bandaging infected. “Didn’t you fight in a gnarpian war?” Poob looked at gnarpy with a look, “w-well YEZ!” Gnarpy declared. “Then shouldn’t you be able to take on one dude with a knife?” Infected chirped in, Gnarpy sighed angrily. “I wazn’t a aczual fighter.. I waz a 2nd commander…” he admitted it, infected leg out a snort of laughter and asked a good question. “How tf did you become general then?” Gnarpy did not wanna talk about it, why? Because it would reveal that he became general by luck. “…why would I tell you?” Infected feigned annoyance with sarcastic amusement, “well fuck you to-“ Infected was cut off by poob, who wasn’t happy about his cussing. “Language!” Poob yelled, infected and gnarpy shut up but were not happy about it.

“You boys are too rough with eachother.. then again gnarpy is always an asshole so-“ DR Retros sentence was cut short from gnarpy interrupting, “fuck you.” Gnarpy flipped DR Retro off while saying that. DR Retro rolled her eyes and poob chuckled at gnarpys insults, infected noticed a look on poobs face. A look of mischievous thoughts, “y,know you two have been in a rude mood, how about my lighten the tone?” Poob said. Gnarpy scoffed and rolled his eyes as he spoke, “and how do you plan to do zhat mizter zon of a-“ his sentence was cut short as poob dug his fingers into gnarpys sides. Gnarpy tried to swat his hand away but it didn’t work, “tickle tickle! And I said language you silly lil Ailen!” Poob was teasing him. “Ztaahahap! Ihihit ticklehehez!” Gnarpy said, he could barely talk between giggles. Dr Retro decided to engage in this Tom fuckery and tickled infected, “dohohont you fuhuhucking dare!” Infected flipped off DR retro at the same time he said that. “Oh my! So harsh!” Dr retro was also a tease… not good for gnarpy and infected but good for poob and retro. DR Retro decided to target infecteds neck, she knew from witnessing it first hand he was ticklish there. “Let’s see how your pulse is doing!” DR Retro used that as a excuse for tickling infecteds neck, poob decided to start tickling gnarpys belly. The poor cat was flustered to death, “NAHAHAHA! PLEALEEZZE! ZTAAHAHAAP!” Poob didn’t listen to what gnarpy said and kept going. “FUHUHUCK YOU!” Infected tried to swat DR Retros hands away, “okay let’s stop, I think they’ve had enough.” DR Retro declared. They both stopped and informed them they could go, they left and went back to elevator.

END

#Lee!gnarpy #lee!infected #Ler!DR RETRO #Ler!poob #Regretevator tickled #just random shit

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shelby-fangirl00 · 2 years ago

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1919-Part Five

This chapter takes place during John and Esme's wedding which was really fun to insert Jasmine into! I used a bit of dialogue from the actual episode (Season 1, Episode 4). Hope you enjoy and let me know if you liked it!

‘I’m not bloody marryin’ some fuckin mushroom picker!' John cried out, grabbing the collar of Tommy’s shirt. He was nearly in tears. I was standing about 10 feet behind Tommy and his men, with my arms folded defensively, still in eye sight of John and Tom.

Tommy had betrothed John to one of the Lee daughters in an attempt to bring peace between the the Shelby’s and the Lee’s. The feud all began when some of the Lee boys ran their mouth off about the boy’s mum. They ended up cutting them up, which led to more fighting.

Tommy had done this behind John’s back. He was fuming with rage and worry.

One of the Lee girls had gone a bit wild and needed a husband, apparently. Her name was Esme. None of us had met her yet.

John needed a wife as well. He had 4 wild children runnin amuck around the house. He couldn’t be a Peaky Blinder and take care of 4 children at the same time. I felt guilty keeping something this huge secret from John, but Tommy insisted that he be the one to tell him and at the right time, which was apparently a few minutes before the scheduled ceremony.

‘Listen…I’ve already betrothed ya. So, if you back out now, theres gonna be one fucking mighty war breaking out’ere, that’s gonna make the sun look like a fucking tea party.’ Tommy stated, while holding John’s face in his hands.

‘But if you marry her, our family and the Lee family will be united forever. And this war will be over. Now its up to you John, war or peace?’

John was my closest friend and I felt so guilty it made me sick. I knew this was just a formality and it was ultimately the only solution to the fighting. I hoped John would find happiness in his new marriage.

I walked off, not wanting to listen in anymore. I couldn’t bare to see John so upset.

I walked over to Pol and Ada who were standing in attendance at the wedding, waiting for the bride and groom to arrive.

‘Right, how’d he take it, then?’ Pol asked me.

‘Oh Christ, nearly in tears, he is. He’s fucking furious, I can’t say I blame em.’

‘Well, maybe after he sees the sight of her, his tone will change. I heard she’s quite the beauty.’ Ada added, looking around quizzically at the rest of the people in attendance.

‘I hope so, I can’t stand to see the boy like this.’

Just as I said this, Tommy came up to stand beside me with John.

I looked up at him, but he didn’t acknowledge me, neither did John.

‘Right, here she comes’ Tom said to John and he snatched the toothpick out of his mouth to toss into the dirt.

We couldn’t get a look at Esme’s face just yet.

‘She betta be younger than 50.’ John spat out to Tom as he walked up to the alter, leaving Tommy behind with me, Pol and Ada.

‘You look lovely today, Jas.’ Tommy whispered in my direction, not taking his eyes off of John and his soon-to-be wife.

‘Well thank ya Mr. Shelby. Do you like my dress?’ I whispered back to him cutely.

‘I like it very much on you, yeh? He said, finally turning to look me up and down.

I swallowed hard and my eyes fell to his mouth. How I longed for him to kiss me like he did nearly two weeks ago in the kitchen. We’d barely talked since then. Mostly just exchanged glances. We didn’t need to use words though. I could tell what he was thinking just by the way he looked at me, just by his eyes. It seemed like he could do the same with me.

Eventually, John turned slighty to face us at the altar and gave us all a smirk as to say he was satified with Esme. We all exchanged silent smile to each other, laughing at John’s sudden change in mood.

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‘So good to see you and John so happy together, love! Save another dance for me later, yeh?! I shouted at Esme, who I was dancing with for nearly an hour.

I loved Esme, she was a beauty; a real beauty. She reminded me of myself when I lived with family. She lived on the countryside in caravans and bareback on horses. I could see and feel her free spirirt, her fearlessness towards the type of men we’ve been surrounded by our whole lives. She seemed like the type of girl I could have been, maybe. How I envied her. But now, she’d leave all of that behind just as I did. So, I also pitied her.

I was a little drunk. But the reception party was going on late into the night. Everyone dancing, singing and drinking around a large fire, under the moonlight. All of the Shelby’s were here together, partying with the Lees, which is a sight I didn’t think I’d ever see. A loud wave of music floating through the air. I didn’t want to stop dancing. This felt like my teenage years, partying about through the night with my cousins, aunts and uncles, barefoot in the mud. The bottom of my dress was wet with rain and dirt.

My mother never got tired of dancing with me. She could dance and drink all night long, just to avoid the inevitable daylight.

I was dancing around in circles to the fast pace music being played out by the band. I twisted and turned about the crowd of people, linking arms with Arthur and twirling around. He picked me up just enough so my legs and dress swung around in the air. Just as he plopped me down, I spotted Tommy, sitting with a cigarette and whiskey in hand, at one of the round tables, watching me, not looking away when I caught him staring. He was smiling. How I loved that smile and those sweet dimples plastered on his freckled face.

Without thinking, I skipped over to him, my red, flowy dress and my long blonde hair tossing around in the wind. I grabbed the whiskey from his hands and downed it, slamming the glass down on the table beside him.

‘I order you to dance with me right now Shelby boy!’ I shouted over the band, while grabbing his hand and pulling him to his feet. He rolled his eyes and studied me for a few seconds, looking over my body.

‘Pleeeeease’ I said, batting my eyes as a weak attempt to get him to dance.

With that, he slowly got up and I let a wide smile stretch across my face.

He allowed me to drag him to the middle of the dance floor. People were moving in a circle and we molded into the crowd, linking our arms together and swinging each other around in cirlces, going around and around. I couldn’t help but laugh as Tommy was too.

I could see it in him in that moment, he was enjoying himself. His mind didn’t look occupied for once by memories of the war. He was living in the moment, dancing with me in the night. He danced and danced and danced around with Esme and John by our side. It was a sight to fuckin see.

I watched the light return to Tommy’s face. The words don’t exist yet for me to describe the sight of it. He was so beautiful to me. I saw him for everything he was and will never be again, and I was thankful I got to catch glimpses of the person I new before the war.

After what seemed like an eternity of laughter and dancing, Tommy grabbed my hand and practically yanked me out of the crowd.

‘I need a drink yeh?’ Tommy laughed out as he pulled me away from the bonfire.

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‘So, what did you think of Esme?’ Tommy asked me as we sat up on a hill far away from the party, but still in Tommy’s sight, watching over everyone.

Tom was sitting on the grass, legs stretched out in front of him. I was lying my head in his lap, looking up at him. He was running his fingers slowly through my hair, admiring me.

‘I think she is lovely, Tom! I really do.’ I said happily. I really meant it to.

‘Is that so?’ he asked, raising an eyebrow.

‘Yes, it is. She is a very free spirit, Tom. it will be hard to cage a bird like that. She reminds me of me self…before. Ya know, before everyone died.’

We were both quiet for a moment.

‘Sometimes, I wonder what kind of person I would have become, travelling and losing me self out there, in the countryside. Esme is the very essence of what I wish I could’ve been. I feel sorry she must leave all of this behind.’

‘Do you really feel that way about yourself, Jasmine?’ He asked me, his voice becoming more serious.

I looked back up at him for a moment.

‘Jas, no matter where you live or who you are with, you will always be that wild-hearted girl, yeh? I know who you are, I don’t need to wonder. Just like you know me, eh? Your gypsy blood will run through your veins forever, love.’

He said all of this very sternly, pointing his finger in my face and raising his eyebrows to show me that he was serious. He did this often to people.

My heart quickened paces after he said this. I couldn’t help but to shed a single tear, falling down my cheek, into his lap. I reached up and caressed his soft face with my small hand. It was like his eyes were putting spells on me…I had my suspisions on that one.

I couldn’t do anything but smile at him.

‘What is it, love?’ He asked me with heavy eyes.

‘I loved the way you enjoyed yourself tonight, Thomas. You smiled and danced and laughed with me. With your family. Your mind was present, Tom. I’m happy you came back to us. Even if its just for a night.’

He just stared deep into my eyes. I know what he wanted to say, but was too scared to. He didn’t want to talk about what he had to do in France, and that was ok with me. I just wanted to be there with him. I wanted to be his escape.

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