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billkaulitzwife · 6 months ago

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The Outsiders Nowadays (in 2024).

Ponyboy (born 2010)

on playstation 24/7

“FIVE MORE MINUTES, DARREL.”

his username is smth stupid like ‘smokersleftlung’ or ‘mylittlep0ny’

“wya?” when ur at his door

vapes.

SORRY.

noah kahan lover

jeans, steel toe boots, camo shirt, neon orange jacket.

would try to get his friends to read

but gets called a dork :)

“Something in the Orange” on full blast while thinking of Cherry

posts horrendous .5s of himself on snap

typa guy to hold a fish on his instagram

favourite show is probably yellowstone

Johnny (born 2008)

loves open boxing the gang !

sad he has an xbox and not ps like the boys

HATES fortnite.

unironically says skibidi gyat

“hey dal, look at that furry over there.”

its just some kid.

foster care.

dallas would add him on snap and getting annoyed when he said “wyll”

has a stupid bow by his name

“johnny🎀”

like bro you are not coquette.

cries to wlw poetry.

snap user: “ooh_achurch” insta: “cadecade55”

used :3 once and never did it again.

watched friends and says “hes so me” whenever he sees ross.

Dallas (born 2007)

“wyll”

typa guy to yell GYATTT in public

barks at emos and furries

vapes in the school bathroom

racist.

would call you a slur for looking at him for more than a second.

mullet + perm combo

jumped a 7 year old and got on the news

male manipulator core

owns a husky named after himself

knife enthusiast.

screams at his dad for ten more minutes on the playstation

“do u send?”

no i do not thank you very much.

suicide boys. lil peep.

thinks he’s dean from supernatural

same username everywhere: “imnottexan”

fav show: big mouth

Adelaide (born 2010)

regina george but on a mental level

gatekeeper.

arsonist !

had a friend group with “bug” “kai” “arson” and “alex” in 2021 and nearly khs.

almost thought she was bi.

fought a girl in the locker room at school

takis, cookie monster pajama pants, latina makeup

SABRINA AND CHAPPELL LOVER, used to be a swiftie

sturniolo triplet fan (owns all of space camp)

buys clothes from shein

usernames: “addiethebaddie” “adelaidecurtis”

fav show wld be shameless

BEDROTTING.

grew up on spongebob and bubble guppies

writes poetry in her notes app

Darry (born 2004)

“live laugh love” sign somewhere in the house

“Doesn’t know how to text normally .”

(jkjk)

“PHONE ON THE TABLE WHEN YOU GET HOME.”

has a pinterest board full of pumpkins and dogs

invested in the kardashians

the therapist friend

facetimes the gang when he’s on lunch break

doesnt understand what skibidi is

ONLINE COLLEGE!!!

blasts dad rock when he drops off the twins at school

duct taped two-bit to the top of his car during freshman kill week

did the same to steve

class of ‘22

lowk eats up lana del rey

hates twitter and instagram

username: “darrel_curtis”

believes in angel numbers (me too king)

has a picture of him holding a fish on his instagram to ‘attract the females’

Sodapop (born 2008)

boycott

belittle

boyboss

owned wizz for less than a day

trolled little kids on roblox with steve

saw too many… things on omegle.

scrolls on tiktok for hours.

usernames: “thispxssytasteslikepepsi” “sodap0p08”

binges twilight in hiding

also barks at emos and furries

laughs at any kinda fart joke

showed pony a picture of a horse and said “found u online”

they fought.

threatened to break the tv when he couldn’t play slime rancher for three hours

turns his life360 off when he goes out with sandy or to a car show

Two-Bit (born 2006)

broke four controllers when he played seige

trolls on fortnite

finally fucking finished high school (class of ‘24)

ice cream scoop hair

binges bojack horseman

bo burnham’s biggest fan

made a huge deal when the queen died

refused to wear a mask during quarantine because ‘ITS FOR SISSIES’

preaches the second amendment “MERICAAA”

username: “twobit”

sends random memes in the gc when the others are fighting

hates xbox users

complains about adelaide using shein

“tummy hurty” posts on his insta story

would slap the shit out of you if you said seige was just a game

Steve (born 2007)

trolls on dti

eats goldfish like his life depends on it

username: “handletherandle”

also preaches the second amendment

and the first

and the fifth

PROUD TO BE AN AMERICA—

went on a school trip to dc and hated everything he had to eat

doordashes when he has enough

hypocrite

wld call you a slur for a GOOD reason

avid minecraft player

and overwatch.

mountain dew addict

reposts politics and cars on twitter

hates minion memes

“wyll”

THAT’S ALL FOLKS!

#the outsiders 1983 #sodapop curtis #darry curtis #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis #two bit mathews #dallas winston #steve randle #adelaide curtis #greasers #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders incorrect quotes

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dumpywrites · 7 months ago

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Fish in Disguise - Jin / Kim Seokjin

Prompt: Sworn enemies by day, restaurant mascot by night.

Prompt request: HERE

Genre/tags: Fluff, enemies to lovers(?), university au, they are both dumb lol

Pairing: Jin x she/her reader

a/n: Welcome home Jin!!! 💜 I was saving the only one Jin request I got to post it on his coming back date, but I didn’t finish it on time 😔

Your life was simple. You attend your classes by day and help your family’s restaurant by night.

How you wished it was that easy though. You were on the verge of failing your classes, trying to balance your studies, social life, and work. All that while trying to make sure you get a good rest, which honestly, you had not been having in quite some time.

The days were not exactly the smoothest ride. Being someone who was new to the town, you needed some time of getting used to. It was a big decision your parents made to move to a new city, but as their only daughter, you supported them fully.

One thing that somehow helped you get through the day was this tuna mascot of a seafood restaurant next to yours. Yes, a mysterious man who refused to show you his face, in a full tuna fish costume, who you got to meet every weekend.

The first meeting the tuna intern was actually kind of wholesome. You were helping your family setting up the store and he just appeared to be there, standing with a sign that had something about the freshness of their seafood written on it. The fact that he dropped the sign and helped you carry two boxes while still being in his full attire, still amused you until this day.

And that was how your friendship bloomed. You would occasionally visit him and or just to say hi when he worked his shift. In return, he cheered you up with just simply being there. Sometimes meeting him and talking about random nothings just made you forget all your worries.

“I heard you got paired with Seokjin for the group project.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” You said to your friend as you yawned.

“Why? He’s hot.”

“And a narcissist.”

“And still hot.” Your friend argued and laughed. “Stop being so sulky, I bet everyone’s jealous of you right now.”

“Minji, he’s dumb. Have you seen his test results?! I don’t want to fail history class just because of him!”

“You’ll be fine! Plus, since he’s really easy on the eyes, just make him do the whole presentation and that’ll get you good grades.” Minji laughed again.

“Ugh.” You rolled your eyes, as you kept your focus on your phone instead, scrolling through Instagram.

“Why do you hate him so much anyway?” Your friend asked as she mimicked you slumping on the cafe table.

“I don’t… it’s just.” You sighed. “I don’t know, he’s cute but he really didn’t have to rub it in my face like that.”

“You’re still not over that?”

Once upon a time you were at your campus festival. Enjoying your freshmen days, simply admiring people doing all the festivities from afar while you sip on your lemonade. The crowd felt a little bit overwhelming, intimidating even, since it had been only a week since you enrolled.

That day was also the first time you met your friend Minji, the girl who was also a freshmen like you. You both were lost trying to find the main hall and somehow bumped into each other.

Both of you were just passing through the food stalls and club fair when you came across a juice bar. You noticed how there were two attractive men in the booth. Clearly whatever their team or club was trying to do, was working because you and your friend stopped to sneak a look.

One guy was extremely well built and had tattoos all over his right hand. The inks and piercings definitely did not match his doe-looking eyes though. On the other hand, the second guy looked like a prince. He had the most luscious lips and his skin was so clear that he looked like he might modeled for a skin care brand. The light brown hair was permed and styled. You also thought his smile looked very pretty.

“Hello! We’re selling fruit juice to support our music club!” The one with tattoos kindly waved at you and Minji.

“Oh my, they’re cute…” Minji whispered to you and practically dragged you closer to the stall.

“We have strawberry, orange, mango, and peach.” The taller one mentioned with a grin.

“You guys are really cute, you sure they didn’t tell you to watch the booth just because of that?” Minji chuckled.

“I’m aware, not sure why they picked Jungkook right here when he could barely talk to women, but yeah.” The guy said proudly.

“That’s not nice.” You said bluntly.

“Oh, that’s just how he jo—“ Jungkook spoke, but was soon interrupted.

“Why, you don’t think I’m good looking?” The man eyed you, judging.

“I think you’re full of yourself.”

You heard Minji called your name in a low voice, trying to calm you down, but you refused to listen.

“So you’re not denying that I’m good looking.” The man smirked at you as he scoffed.

That comeback gave you the biggest ick and you proceeded to link your friend’s arm in yours. “Let’s go, we’re not buying shit from them.”

You dragged your friend away as you listened to the man who turned out to be Seokjin himself, whined from a distance.

Ever since that scene, you swore you wanted nothing to do with the music club. It sounded pretty unfair considering you only despised Jin and the rest of the members did not wrong you in any way, but you had already made up your mind. That was until he failed art history class and now had to retake the subject, hence how you ended up being misfortune enough to get grouped up with him.

“Look, do you wanna do this project or not?” You folded your arms and crossed your legs.

In the library, you sat down eye to eye with your worst nightmare himself, the self proclaimed “World Wide Handsome”, Kim Seokjin. You both had agreed to meet up for the project but you didn’t realize it would be this irritating. Hell, as much as he was easy on the eyes as your friend claimed, all you wanted to do was to leave and stay far far away from him.

“I just don’t get why I have to do all the verbal work here.” He complained.

“You barely did the slides and research, of course you have to.”

“That’s because you just decided it by yourself??? I never told you to do all the work!” The guy said, now crossing his hands back at you.

“You see why? Because this.” You pointed back and forth between the two of you. “How can we get any work done when all we do is argue when we are together?!”

“Why do you hate me so much?”

The seriousness in Jin’s eyes scared you. He was staring straight into your soul and you did not like how it made you feel. Not even one bit.

“Because you’re conceited.”

“And the problem?”

“See?!”

“We’ve never been in normal conversation before, you can’t just decide that.”

Once again your eyes met his and you felt stuffy, nervous, but mostly anger. The thing was, you began to question yourself. Was the excessive anger really necessary or were you biased because of the bad start? Not like any of that mattered anyway.

“Screw you.”

You stormed out the library, making sure you stomped extra hard, childishly so he could see how pissed off you were.

“Someone’s in a bad mood…”

“Oh, hi.” You waved at the moving Tuna mascot, trying to form a smile. “I’m just really tired today, that’s all.”

“Aww, come tell papa tuna about it.”

He moved closer to you as you kept wiping the tables. It was already at closing hour and he should be off his shift right now. It was sweet how he sometimes would stay longer just to accompany you cleaning.

“Eww, since when do I call you papa?” You cringed, but laughed. “Don’t tell me you’re like super old or something?”

“Oh, I’m older than you alright.” He chuckled.

“How do you know?”

“I just know.” He patted his chest through the costume. “So? What’s wrong?”

“I kinda have this group project.” You said, hands still spraying cleaning products onto the table. “And I got paired with someone I don’t particularly like.”

“Oh…” He muttered. There was a hint of disappointment in his voice and you wondered why.

“It’s fine, the project’s almost done anyways.” You smiled at him and moved to the next table. “You’re not going home?”

“I might stay for a couple of minutes.” He took the empty seat not too far from you. “I don’t have morning class tomorrow.”

“You’re also in uni?”

“That’s for you to find out.” He snickered. “Anyways, tell me more. What’s bothering you?”

“Okay, you tell me. Am I wrong if I dislike someone because they’re like, I don’t know, so full of themselves?”

“Hmm.” The tuna guy put his hand under his chin comically, making him look funny and adorable. “Have you maybe try talking with them about it?”

“Why would I? He clearly doesn’t want anything to with me.” You sighed.

“Has he ever said that to you?”

“Well no, but that’s not really necessary when his action is already telling me that…”

He went quiet for a second, humming to himself before responding. “You’re right. Maybe he made a bad impression. But maybe, just maybe, if you give him a chance he could be a decent person?”

“I don’t know, he’s very popular and there’s really no reason to talk with him anyways.” You shrugged.

“Right…”

“But I kinda feel bad for walking away from him today.” You said with a sad expression.

“How so…?”

“Dunno, maybe I shouldn’t just decided on my own and did all the paperwork myself…”

“Maybe you should apologize?” The guy said in an unsure tone.

“I don’t know how.” You sighed. “What if he just laugh at me or something?”

“He wouldn’t. Trust me.”

You didn’t know why, but his words sounded weirdly assuring. “I’ll think about it.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine.” The guy gave you two thumbs up.

“It’s getting late, you should head back. Being a tuna for hours must be tiring.” You smiled at him. “Oh, wait.”

“What is it?”

You quickly ran back inside, leaving the man in the costume alone sitting on one of your restaurant tables. When you came back, you had one plastic container with a few pieces of fried chicken inside.

“Here.” You extended your arm to him with a big grin. “You must be hungry after standing up all night.”

“You don’t have to!” He suddenly stood up.

“I insist.” You grabbed his fluffy arm and put the container in his hands. “As a thanks, for being my friend.”

“Come here I need to hug you for this.”

You laughed and gave him a big hug. “You’re so fluffy!”

He patted your head playfully. “Don’t rub your face on me, they never wash this costume.”

“Eww.” You scrunched your nose and quickly let him go. “I’ll see you next week?”

“Yeah.”

Today, you had decided to finally swallow your ego and actually try to have a normal and functional conversation with Jin. It was almost surreal to think that you practically swore to have nothing to do with the music club, but now here you were, standing right in front of their club room.

It took you almost ten minutes of pacing back and forth before you finally knocked on their door. The response was not immediate, as their room was loud, filled with music instruments playing. Once the door opened, someone with a very warm smile greeted you. The colorful outfit and his tinted glasses made him look so hip, you thought. He held the door slightly ajar, just enough to fit his body to peek at you.

“Hello, what can I do for you?”

“Hi, uh… I’m Y/N and I’m looking for Seokjin? Is he here?”

The guy widened his eyes and looked back inside the loud room. “Yeah, he’s here.”

“Cool. Can I maybe borrow him for a few minutes? He’s my history project partner…” You said and smiled awkwardly.

“Do you wanna come inside?”

“H-huh?” You pointed at yourself. “Me?”

“Who else.” The guy chuckled. “We’re almost done but you might need to wait for him to wrap up.”

You replied with a skeptical “okay” and quietly followed the man from behind. The sound of drums and laughter filled the room and the bright decorations matched the vibe and atmosphere the place was giving. There were a few people inside and one was the boy with tattoos that you recognized from before.

“Usually we have more people around, but there wasn’t any official activity today so it’s just us.” The guy who opened the door for you explained. “I’m Hoseok by the way, you can call me Hobi. Want me to introduce you to them?”

“Why is Y/N here?” One blond guy suddenly spoke as soon as he saw you.

“You know me?”

The guy playfully shrugged and grinned. “Jin sometimes talks about you.”

“Really?” You asked, genuinely shocked by the news.

“Uh… Jin? Jin?? Someone’s here for you.” Hoseok intervened.

“What? Who—” You heard the man shouted back, but he was unable to finish his sentence as soon as your eyes met.

“Hey, uh… can we talk for a sec? I won’t be long.” You said.

“Like right now?” He looked at you questioningly.

“Yeah.”

“Okay, give me one sec.”

“So, you’re Y/N huh?” The same blond guy came up to you from behind. “I’m Taehyung, but they call me V.”

“Stop trying to make your stage name happen, Tae.” Hoseok said. “The one with the bucket hat there, is Yoongi. The tall one is Namjoon, and Mr. Tattoos and piercings right there is Jungkook.”

“Usually our main group has one more person but Jimin’s sick at home.” Taehyung mentioned.

You nodded politely. In your head, you were still processing the information that Jin was apparently talking about you to his club friends. You wondered what made him do so. You wondered if he bad-mouthed you, if he told all the ugly things about you, telling his friends how much you annoy him.

But why do his friends just seem so… friendly? None of them acted hostile towards you. The first two that spoke to you were really nice and bubbly, and even Jungkook who was with Jin the first time you met him, smiled when he saw you. Surely they would had acted differently if Jin hated you that much.

“Alright, let’s go?” Jin approached you.

“Uh, yeah.” The newfound information got you feeling nervous.

“It was nice meeting you!” Hoseok waved at you cheerfully and the rest smiled and nodded at you as you waved back awkwardly.

“They didn’t say weird things to you right?” Jin said as soon as both of you closed the door behind. You were now walking aimlessly across the campus hallway.

“No, I guess…”

“Awesome.” He clasped his hands together. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Oh yeah that…”

Right, what was you wanted to talk about again? How could you talk when his soft fluffy hair was just there, distracting you. And now that you were standing up facing each other this close, you had never realize how well built and tall he was. Screw the universe for making him so attractive.

“Yeah?”

“I want to apologize… for last time.” You looked away, rocking your body back and forth again out of nervousness. “I’m wrong for deciding to work on the project myself. I should’ve at least try to work things out to find the middle ground with you.”

“Pfft…”

You looked at him in disbelief. How could he laugh when you were trying your best to apologize to him properly???

“Excuse me?!”

“Sorry, your expression… it’s so cute.”

“Cute?!” You were offended by this point. “Forget what I said. You’re beyond saving.”

“Wait! No, that’s not what I meant…” He tried to stop you but it was too late.

You did not want to hear more from him. Was it really that hard to just take you seriously? You felt ashamed to even think that you could at least have a normal conversation with him. You were right all along.

And so you chose to ignore him. A few days passed and it was only two days left until your final presentation. Quite frankly, you could not care less. You had given him all the material and all you needed for him to do was to just blatantly accept his role.

“Mr. Tuna?”

You were now back with your night cleaning duties again, accompanied by your fish friend. You had told him everything about what happened between you and Jin, needing reassurance and validations for being angry at him.

“He really did you know… He laughed at me.” You bit your lips, maintaining your emotions. “Do you think I’m in the wrong? I’m not, right? Like what did I do? Am I ugly? Does he not want to talk to ugly people is that it???”

“You’re not ugly.”

“Well I don’t think so either… but what if I am in his eyes??? Maybe he just doesn’t want to associate himself with—“

“I don’t think you’re ugly!!!” The guy suddenly spoke up, a little louder than he intended.

You were taken aback for a second, and smiled. “Thanks, but I was talking about that person.”

“I cannot defend him anymore, I think it’s valid for you to hate him.”

“Why do you sound so sad?”

“Would you hate me if I turned out to be someone you know?” He asked without answering your question.

“Huh? Why suddenly?”

“Just answer it.”

“I don’t know, but I guess I enjoyed talking with you and I consider you as my friend if not best friend at this point already. I don’t think it would change anything.” You assured.

“Promise?”

“Why?” You looked at him suspiciously. “You’re scaring me, am I going to get a face reveal soon?”

“Who knows.”

The presentation day finally has arrived upon you. Everyone was seated with their corresponding partners and you were still sitting alone, as Seokjin was nowhere to be seen. The class session had already begun and you were minutes away from your turn. It was unbelievable the amount of disrespect that this man chose to show to you, by not showing up at all.

Your team was next in line. At this point you had given up all hope. Maybe it was for the best that you present it yourself since you did all the research anyway.

In the midst of the presentation in front of you, you saw how everyone’s eyes shifted to the back of the class in a flash. They stopped for a brief seconds, fake coughing to regain their composure, before continuing. They occasionally stole glances up and down, eyes looking dubiously.

Your curiosity was not left hanging for too long because just seconds later, someone in a big tuna fish costume just took the seat next to you. As a matter of fact, you were very familiar with the costume itself, but the reason behind him being in your class was truly bizarre to you.

Everyone was looking at your direction at this point and you were scared to ask any question. In your head you were starting to connect some dots, but too afraid to actually confront them. Some parts of you refused to believe it.

It was too implausible for them to be the same person. One was selfish and conceited, while the other was funny and caring. There was simply just no other explanation for the situation. You began to question your own sanity. Perhaps the lack of sleep had started to catch up on you.

“I’ve read all the emails you sent me. Don’t worry, we’ll ace this.” The guy suddenly spoke.

Hearing his voice from inside the mascot suit just sealed the deal. You had been friends with the guy you despised so badly this whole time without knowing. Not only that, you basically told him stories about himself and mentioned how bad of a person you thought he was.

He stood along with you when both of your name was called, fully confirming that the name belonged to him. Everyone started whispering and some started laughing immediately upon seeing the hilarious looking costume.

“Hello everyone, we’re from team seven and we’re now about to present to you about the history of mixed media.” He waved playfully while you were standing stiff right next to him. “As you can see, I’m in this costume that I had to convince the restaurant that I work at to let me borrow.”

Everyone laughed again in unison.

“You may wonder why, and the answer is because my partner right here,” He pointed to you. “She did all the research herself because I was being a dumb jerk.” He moved his body, looking at the direction of the professor. “I know that’s not great for my name but I promise I’ve learned all the materials she had sent me well. So the least I could do to her was to give you all an entertaining presentation…”

The presentation then went on fully with him still with the suit on until the very end. All you did was simply pressing the next button as he deciphered the slides, entertaining and engaging the audiences, even the professor himself. He truly was a charming guy and no mask could hide that. You should have had realized that sooner.

It just did not make any sense to you. How could he hated you while at the same time acted like your best friend in another form?

“I’ll go change and we’ll talk?”

You just looked at him, no words at hand. Everything still felt so unreal. You watched as he strugglingly entered the washroom. He went out minutes later with sweat clinging to his t-shirt, hair damp from the heat of wearing the costume. With the set hugged in his hands, he mentioned something about sitting down somewhere, and you just followed from behind.

“Do I smell?”

You shook your head quietly.

“Oh cool.” He chuckled awkwardly. “Is my—“ He huffed before even finishing the sentence. “I’m sorry, I’m stalling.”

For some reason his smile seemed differently now that you were seeing him in a new light.

“Here I am, I guess…” He laughed nervously. “I understand if you don’t wanna be friends again after this. I just wanna say that I’m truly sorry for what I did.”

Why was he speaking like that? Why was he speaking in the way your friend spoke? All with that damn annoyingly attractive face?

“The first time we met, I was being sarcastic.” He stated. “If you actually let Jungkook finish, he was about to tell you. I love that boy a lot, he’s a really nice guy, you know.”

“You were?”

His smile brightened when you finally opened your mouth and said something. It was the first time he heard your voice today and it felt like a huge weight just lifted off his shoulders.

“And uh, about when you apologized… I honestly didn't mean to laugh. I know that's what you feared but honestly I just got nervous.”

You raised one of your eyebrows at him. “You? Nervous? I’ve seen neither Mr. Tuna or the Seokjin I know being nervous.”

“You were really cute that day.” He smiled giddily, a rosy tint covering his cheeks.

That was new.

“Oh my god, I need some getting used to seeing you say that with your real face.” You looked away, the corners of your lips curled up helplessly. “So, when I met you as Mr. Tuna you’ve already known me?”

“Yeah.” He sighed with a smile. “I’m sorry, I was a coward. I should’ve told you sooner but you keep avoiding me at campus and you don’t exactly like the real me either so…”

“But this is the real you, right? The one that helps me out and listens to me rambling every weekend?”

He nodded, making you smile. “Can we be friends?”

“We already are, dummy.”

He exhaled loudly, grinning like an idiot. “Truce?” He offered his fist.

“Truce.” You shook your head and gave him a fist bump.

“Alright, we usually finish with a hug…” He looked at you with side-eyes. “It might feel slightly different without the costume and all—“

You cut his sentence short by jumping him with a big hug, surprising the guy.

And you know what, the hug did not actually feel that much different. It was still fluffy, fuzzy, and soft like how the used costume material would rub against your skin when you hugged him. Because when he hugged you back, you were sure you felt all of that even when he was without the mascot fish attire.

You felt that inside your heart.

Prompt request: HERE

#bts fanfic #bts scenarios #bts fic #kim seokjin #bts jin #jin x reader #jin x y/n #bts seokjin #seokjin x reader #seokjin fanfic #seokjin x y/n #jin fanfic #jin bts #jin fluff #jin scenarios #seokjin scenarios #jin imagine #seokjin imagine

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mochamvgz · 1 year ago

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love you twice

; you hurt yourself the night before prom

; lee heeseung x reader

; genre: fluff, comfort, high school au, established relationship, fem!reader, non idol!heeseung

; warnings: reader twists her knee no mentions of blood, cursing, self depreciative thoughts (reader considers herself a burden)

; 2k words

; perm taglist: @inkelea @bunreis @sobun1est

“fuck fuck fuck please tell me this isn't happening!”

you croaked, sitting on your bed and leaning against the wall with an ice pack on your now-swollen knee.

how did that happen, you ask?

funny stupid story: you were walking back home after picking up dinner, two packs of instant ramen, from the convenience store down the street. you were a few blocks from your place when you realised you forgot to get yourself a drink. as you turned on your heel to go make a detour back to the small store, you felt your left knee twist the wrong way and, with impeccable timing, a sharp bout of pain shot up your leg. you used the lamp posts lined along the street to get to your apartment, taking it easy so as to avoid tripping.

upon finally reaching home, you set the ramen on the countertop and grabbed the ice pack from your freezer, making your way to the couch to ice your throbbing knee.

coming back to the present—your eyes were getting watery as you panicked because senior prom was literally the next day!!!

you'd been looking forward to it since forever and the possibility that you might have to miss it—and potentially dissappoint your boyfriend who had been just as excited as you—was what made the tears finally spill out.

putting the ice pack down on the couch, you wiped them away with a sniffle and unlocked your phone, opening your messages app to let heeseung know you wouldn’t be able to make it tomorrow. however, your previous texts grabbed your attention, and you scrolled up to see text bubbles with far too many exclamation marks and plans to match fits. you felt the tears return and put your phone away.

“please let this shit be better by tomorrow” you whispered to yourself. dinner long forgotten, you made your way to the bathroom to wash up and go to sleep.

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the hot air from the blow dryer hit your hair and exposed neck. yes, you were getting ready for prom. no, your knee wasn't much better. your plan was to power through because, one, you weren't about to miss out on something as monumental as senior prom and, two, you really didn't want to let heeseung down.

you'd asked him if you could meet him straight at school rather than him coming to pick you up because you knew that despite his excitement for the event, he would make you stay at home and take care of you.

your phone buzzed—you looked down at the screen to see a bunch of texts from none other than your boyfriend.

waiting for my uber

can't wait to see you all dolled up for me!!!

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a smile played on your lips as you replied.

you quickly finished putting on your makeup and called yourself an uber as well.

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you got there before heeseung and were waiting for him not too far from the entrance. you were trying not to put much of your body weight on your injured leg, but, as a consequence, your other leg was beginning to cramp from the excess pressure. you persevered nonetheless.

just then, you saw heeseung enter and the first thing he did was look around trying to find you. your heart rate picked up.

god he looks so attractive in that damn suit!!

you smiled as you watched him look for you—you didn't make a move though, partly because of your knee, and partly because you found his confused face cute.

he turned to one of his friends nearby, probably asking if he had seen you. his friend scanned the area, spotting you almost immediately as he gestured towards you as if to say “there she is!” heeseung looked in the direction, eyes glancing over you without any hint of recognition as he turned back to his friend with a puzzled expression.

you chuckled at his silliness, finding the fact that he was so giddy he could barely think straight downright adorable. you were so whipped for this guy, it was hopeless. the feeling was definitely mutual, though.

his friend once again gestured towards you with a little more exasperation, most likely saying “she's right there dude!” your boyfriend's eyes roamed over the room once again, with more concentration this time.

he finally found you after turning back to his friend a third time and you swear the way his eyes lit up as he flashed you that smile he always saved just for you caused your heart to melt into a goopy puddle making a wide grin appear on your own face.

“there you are! you look so gorgeous in that dress i might faint! not that you don't look pretty in general.” he reached out to grab your hand.

“you're one to talk, just look at yourself!” you noticed he was bouncing on his feet with excitement.

“whoa there, calm down”

“sorry, i'm just really stoked to be here with you!” his smile turned slightly bashful.

suddenly, you hissed in pain and squeezed your eyes tight, balling your free hand up in a fist.

whoops, guess i shouldn't have stood for too long.

concern immediately overtook heeseung's face.

“you okay there honey?”

it took you some time to form a response as you were focused on processing the pain. when you did however, it wasn't an answer but another question.

“can we find someplace to sit?”

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after you both were seated on a bench you found outside the venue, heeseung didn't repeat his question right away. he watched you massage your knee with worry etched on his face, not knowing what to do.

“do you wanna ice it..maybe..? i can get some ice from the drinks counter and wrap it in my handkerchief?”

“no no it's alright, i just iced it last night.”

“wait- last night??? you hurt yourself last night and didn’t think to tell me?? why did you even come?? you should’ve stayed home!”

you bit your tongue upon realising your error. you were trying to reassure him that it wasn't that bad but instead you had increased his worry.

you gave him a pained smile. “we’d been looking forward to prom for so long, i didn’t want to ruin it...”

heeseung fell silent for while after hearing those words, upset that you thought a mere event was more important than whatever injury you had.

“anyways, i think my knee is better now, let’s go meet our friends.” you broke the silence.

“you haven’t told me what’s wrong yet.” he pointed out.

“it’s not a big deal, really, i just twisted my knee while walking home last night.”

“do you.. want to try standing up?”

you nodded and he stood up first, offering you his hand as support which you gladly took and helped yourself up. you winced slightly as you did so.

“hey hey, take it easy.”

“hee, you know you don’t have to treat me like i’m made of glass.”

“i know, i’m just worried.”

you smiled at him reassuringly in a way that said ‘it’s okay, i’m good.’ but it ended up looking more like a grimace.

your boyfriend wasn’t having it,

“let’s get you home.”

“but-”

heeseung shut down your protests and was adamant on getting you home so you had no choice but to comply. he offered to carry you but you instantly declined, not wanting to be burdensome to him, or well, not more than you already were being, from your perspective.

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The cab parked by your apartment and heeseung helped you get out, you clenched your teeth, holding back a groan, as your knee pained from straightening after being bent for so long while you were seated. heeseung thanked the driver and paid the fare, helping you walk towards the lift after he was done, despite your insistence that you could manage.

once your door was unlocked, heeseung didn’t waste a single moment and picked you up bridal style, gently of course, he was careful not to make any sudden movements and accidentally send a jolt of pain towards your knee. again, he ignored your objections, focusing on taking care of you. he took the key out the keyhole on your front door and closed it behind you, taking off his shoes by the entryway. he carried you to your bedroom, setting your keys down on the kitchen counter on the way.

heeseung set you down on your bed carefully as you looked at him, your eyes shining with adoration. soon after, you directed your gaze towards the ground, letting your hair fall down to veil the majority of your face. you felt guilty; guilty for ‘ruining’ his night; guilty for ‘making’ him take care of you; guilty for ‘making’ him choose you over his own enjoyment; guilty for worrying him; and guilty for ‘being the cause’ of how ‘bored’ he was going to be for the remainder of the night.

thinking you were trying to hide your pained expression, your boyfriend squeezed your hand comfortingly, his heart breaking bit-by-bit as he realised you didn’t want him to see you be vulnerable. you felt tears pool in your eyes and you started blinking rapidly to get rid of them, you hated crying in front of someone. heeseung suddenly cleared his throat, startling you a little.

“you’ve got an ice pack in your freezer right?"

you nodded without looking up.

"i'll go get it real quick."

he didn't leave right away though, kneeling to unstrap your heels and taking them off so you could sit more comfortably on the bed and only then making his exit.

you were helpless against the onslaught of tears that followed—it felt horrible knowing you'd be upsetting him even more if he saw you in such a state, but you were powerless.

when heeseung got back with the ice pack and a glass of water, he froze at the doorframe hearing your sniffles, the pained sounds making him feel as if a heavy brick had just lodged itself inside his chest.

heeseung finally regained his sense of self and walked in, placing the glass of water and the ice pack on your nightstand. you wiped harshly under your eyes with the back of your hand as soon as you heard him come in, desperately hoping against hope he hadn’t caught you crying because that would be really embarrassing for you. you were known to be an optimistic, yet fierce and independent person and you hated showcasing any sort of vulnerability or weakness.

“does it hurt that bad?”

heeseung thought your tears were prompted by the pain, completely unaware of the tempest of guilt whirling inside your head. you made no reply, too busy internally cursing yourself for being so vulnerable and letting him see you cry. not receiving any sort of response, not even a nod or a shake of your head, only contributed further to his rising concern.

he knelt beside your bed, tucking away the curtain of hair shielding your face. you tried turning your head the other way but heeseung placed a finger under your chin, stopping you.

“hey, talk to me, please.”

“thanks for bringing me home and getting the ice pack, but you should probably head back before prom ends so i don’t ruin the rest of your night.”

“what? you think i’m just gonna leave you here?”

“i’ve done enough damage hee, i don’t wanna be a hindrance.”

your boyfriend scoffed at your statement; he was hurt you considered yourself a bother for him.

“you’re kidding right? you’ve got to be! i’m not going anywhere.”

his resolve was firm, not giving you room to argue with him any further, besides you were too tired to. you felt the waterworks return, rapidly blinking once again so as to not let them spill out. this time, however, heeseung noticed and sat in front of you on the bed, pulling you close as you buried your head in this chest, finally giving in.

“i love you.”

heeseung pressed a kiss on the crown of your head, blinking back his own tears.

“i love you too.” you mumbled into his shirt, causing him to feel the vibrations through his ribcage and right into his heart, making the brick in his chest disintegrate as you tightened the embrace.

"i love you more than anything, and you're worth so much more than you think."

heeseung was ready to say "i love you" twice and so many more times to you, he wouldn't hesitate even for a second to give you the love you deserved and you were prepared to do the same thing back.

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; a/n: firstly, huge thank you to @sunny-reis (ik this is the hundredth time i'm thanking you lmao) for beta reading this for me!! this fic wouldn't be readable w/out u<33 gonna disappear again after dropping this (i won't be sticking around to reply to asks sorry :(( ) the brainrot was getting to me okay🙄✋currently icing my own knee as i'm posting this lmao. the fic is mostly based on real life events (some dialogues and details are basically copy-pasted from my actual convo with my bf lol) also can't believe this is my longest fic yet🤯🤯 anyways i hope you enjoyed reading 💌<33

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thelesbianpoirot · 9 months ago

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Talking about boy moms for a bit because a post hit close too home. My mom never hugged me as a kid. I still find it strange to give and receive physical affection because she never showed me much. She cared for all my needs but she was so distant. Our bonding included her taking me to a women's clothing store for a couple days every summer to berate me about my weight and refuse to buy what I actually wanted, a black tshirt and jeans. She'd get me to a salon to get my hair painfully braided for school or permed, and badger me for complaining about pain and discomfort the whole time. We briefly watched a few movies and tv shows together, but then she was just so critical of me that I couldn't stand being around her. She'd remark how terrible I was at being a daughter she wanted, and comment on envious she was of other mother and daughters. As if I was to blame.

When my little brother was born and my big step brother came to live with us, I saw her making their favorite foods when they wouldn't eat the main dinner, buying them video games, not letting them clean, hugging them, calling them her princes, etc. She was no where as affectionate with me and my sister, yet she comments on how sweet and affection the boys are, and how all the girls want to escape her, my sister moved out at 16 (for a boyfriend's place) and I left at 17 (for college). I know there are many girls with close relationships with their mothers, but so many more with like coldness or hatred between them. Do you think the homosexual taboo is why some mothers prefer sons and some father prefer daughters. Is it just easier to give affection and love to the opposite sex child because that's what society trains you to do?

#thelesbianpoirot

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i99zhuo · 10 months ago

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Please make a routine guide inspired by Saranghoe u can refer to her youtube vlogs she us productive

How to live like Saranghoe .𖥔 ݁ ˖𖦹⭒°｡⋆

This is a guide on daily routines inspired by Tracy Sohn a.k.a Saranghoe! thank you for the request and sorry for the long wait!

content list (routines):

morning

study

workout

shower + self care

night

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✸ ꒰ morning routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

👛 Tracy is definitely NOT a morning person, so everytime she wakes up the first thing she does is check her phone for a few minutes. After that she gets straight up and opens up her curtains to let the light in.

Then she goes to her bathroom and uses a hair band to get her hair out of the way so she can brush her teeth and wash her face with a gentle foam cleanser. After rinsing it out she uses her skincare products; toner sheets, serum, cream and a tinted sunscreen!

🌷 Now she changes clothes, Tracy usually wears cute knit tops with some plaid skirts in basic colors (white, gray or black) and she also wears some dainty jewelry and leg warmers. Remember to put on a hair roller to style your bangs while you do your makeup!

It's time for makeup! Tracy usually does the same makeup routine, eyebrows, mascara, eyeliner, blush, lip tint and a shiny highlighter, oh! also she only puts on a bit of concealer since the tinted sunscreen already works as a glowy foundation.

🍥 Clean your room a little before packing the last things on your bag and spraying perfume to you out to your uni / school or have brunch!

✸ ꒰ study routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

Tracy usually takes digital notes on notion! and she always includes useful links with videos and resources so she can review them later. For language learning though, she copies the vocab on a notebook and reads it before her test so she can have them fresh in her memory. She also always studies listening to ost of her favorite animes, kdramas or manhwas!

🩰 After a long day of school she likes to take a nap and have some rest!

✸ ꒰ workout routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

If you're curious on how Tracy takes care of her figure you need to know that walking plays a huge role in it! In her vlogs she always goes to most places entirely by walking! You can do this too and start counting how many steps you walk in a day.

🏩 Also you can try and dance to an energetic kpop song like Hype boy by NewJeans, practicing multiple times a day can definitely replace a workout routine!

✸ ꒰ shower and self care routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

If you want to have a selfcare, start your shower routine by taking a long bath, use a bath bomb, some bubbles and candles to set the mood, you can even use a little tray to watch kdramas like tracy!

🛍 Then you can play some music to actually take a shower, take care of your hair with shampoo and conditioner and then clean your body with a cleanser and a loofah.

When you're done it's time for skincare, use some toner pads, serum, moisturizer, eye cream and lip balm! also apply cream on your body and cuticle oil on your nails.

💞 Next you can dry your hair and use some leave-in products to have extra soft and shiny hair!

One of Tracy's keys to look extra cute and pretty always is to get appointments with professionals to get facials, lash perms, haircuts and her nails done!

✸ ꒰ night routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

👚 Tracy usually dines out with her friends or family! After she arrives home she gets comfy so she can have a long study session! If you're a night person, try and get all your assignments done at this time to feel extra productive! And don't forget to have a late night meal/snack.

After getting all her school work done she relax on her bed, often with a sheet mask on (specially on winter) and watch anime or dramas until she falls asleep

Good night!

heyyyyy I finally post again haha, sorry for making you guys wait for sooo long but I got my period and I was feeling soooo bad I wanted to disappear 💀 also idk why my liz post getting so much attention made me a little anxious so I procrastinated all my requests for so long hehe im sorry :(

well that's all I will try to upload my next requests soon !!!

toodlezzzz!!111!

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wongyuseokie · 2 years ago

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Indi’s Note 1: I know this might be a long masterlist, haha. Bear with me hehe 💎💕 Indi’s Note 2: These fics are most if not all, NSFW and contain mature elements; if you are a minor, please do not engage with my works. 💕 Quick member links below because this is a very long masterlist to save you some time💕...these will be updated accordingly! Seungcheol | Jeonghan | Joshua | Jun | Soonyoung | Wonwoo | Jihoon | Seokmin | Mingyu | Minghao | Seungkwan | Vernon | Chan © wongyuseokie 2021-2024. All rights reserved. Please don't copy, edit, or translate my works on any platform. Credits for the excellent graphics go to the incredibly talented and fantastic @shadowkoo ❤️

🍒 Olive You ☆☀︎♥ Summary: Your boyfriend attempts to cook you breakfast after tiring you out the night before. Only problem? He’s not the most talented cook, but he’s a determined lover.

🍒 All Too Well ☆☀︎♕♥☁︎ Summary: You thought you met the man of your dreams. He was everything you ever wanted, but what happens when that dream falls apart and when that man is no longer the one you recognise? You want to love him against all odds because you believe things can be better. 🍒 Bake a Wish ☆☀︎☁︎ ♕ Summary: Seungcheol knows it’s silly. Getting this mad that you forget his birthday, but it only happens once a year. He’s too prideful to let it go so quickly, and you’re too determined to continue letting your boyfriend sulk.

🍒 One Trick Peony ☆☀︎♕ ♥ Summary: Choi Seungcheol could only do one type of floral arrangement, and the rest he’d pawn off to you, granted he got a ton of orders, but he would always take the orders for arrangements that he could never do. This time he went too far. He took an ‘only peonies’ arrangement–a painfully delicate flower–and took an order for a wedding, and with your luck, you’re the only two florists available that weekend.

🍒 Silky ☆☀︎♕ ♥ Summary: Your boyfriend got his hair permed and wants to know if it still feels as soft when you tug on his hair, mainly when he’s laid between your thighs. 🍒Count for Me ☆☀︎♕ ♥ Summary: You’re unsure what to get your boyfriend for Valentine’s. Thankfully, he has a plan, and you might just be very spent after giving him exactly what he wants. 🍒 Practice Makes Perfect ☆☀︎♕ Summary: Mingyu needed some help sexually. So his Hyungs decided to ask a simple favour of you, and who are you to say no to them? Besides, who could deny them pleasure? 🍒 Setting the Mood ☆☀︎♕ Summary: After a gruelling day, you want to make your boyfriend feel better and care for him. You think you’re in charge, but that lasts only a little bit. 🍒 Your Loss ☆♕ c.h.v | k.m.g | c.s.c | y.j.h | b.s.k Summary: Your ex-boyfriend and you broke up a few months ago, but you two remained friends, and of course, his nosy friends can’t help but pry and get as detailed as possible to find out what ended the relationship, and then, of course, offer to make only you feel better. However, they can. All while your ex-boyfriend watches.

🍒 Daddy Cheol (Fake Text) ☆☀︎♕ ♥ Summary: The one where you can't sleep, so you decide to text and tease your boyfriend until he snaps and tells you that you only come undone for him.

😇 Gotcha! ☆☀︎☁︎ Summary: Jeonghan loves pranks, creating chaos and mischief, and you love it too, but one day he goes too far, and he’s unsure how to fix it because how do you fix a broken heart? 😇 Your Loss ☆♕ c.h.v | k.m.g | c.s.c | y.j.h | b.s.k Summary: Your ex-boyfriend and you broke up a few months ago, but you two remained friends, and of course, his nosy friends can’t help but pry and get as detailed as possible to find out what ended the relationship, and then, of course, offer to make only you feel better. However, they can. All while your ex-boyfriend watches.

🦌 Relax ☆☀︎♥ Summary: You and Joshua try role-play. He’s not very good at it, but he’s hot, so it works out anyways.

🦌Teardrops on My Guitar ☆☀︎♕♥☁︎ Summary: You loved him, but he was your best friend, and while he sometimes blurred the lines, he never saw you more than a friend, but since he was your best friend and you were so in love, you’d break yourself apart for him. You watched him fall in love with everyone, but you, only question for how long?

😼Crossing Lines ☆☀︎♕♥☁︎ Summary: Your boss is a dangerous man, and you foolishly messed up his schedule, now he’s pissed and you’re the only one that can fix the problem you caused.

😼 Lollipop! ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: You’re distracting your boyfriend while he’s working, and you do so by sucking a lollipop, but you’d much rather be sucking him. After a few moments of teasing, he snaps and decides to indulge you by tasting just how sweet you are. 😼Ugh! As If! ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: Your boyfriend decided to take you into a drive-in movie for date night. Only problem? He looks scrumptious, and now your task is to ensure he knows just how good he looks without the others knowing.

😼 Sulky Jun (Fake Text) ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: Jun looks incredible in his new drama, and you couldn't be more proud. You're just a little sulky about the amount of kisses.

🐯 There Was Only one Bed ☆☀︎♕☁︎ Summary: You like Soonyoung, and Soonyoung likes you. You won’t tell him, and he won’t confess either, and your friends are tired of the back and forth and after concocting an elaborate plan that leaves you to share a room with the man you’re hopelessly in love in the hopes of a confession, or at least a night of torrid lovemaking.

🐱 Cuffed ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: Your boyfriend’s latest photoshoot has you reeling and wanting more, and lucky for you, you have just the thing to keep him in place as you overstimulate him. 🐱Forgive Me? ☆☀︎♥ Summary: Your boyfriend is late and buys a giant teddy bear to help make his case. He just forgets how adorable he is. 🐱 Tasty ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: Your boyfriend said the word tasty in a deep voice, and now he’s showing you what other things he likes to call tasty in that ocean deep voice.

🐱 Leaf Me Alone ☀︎☁︎ ♥ Summary: Jeon Wonwoo is the newest hire at your flower shop, and he’s handsome, tall and painfully shy, and worst of all, in the last three months, you’ve exchanged three whole sentences and nods, you never know what he’s thinking, but you can’t help but wonder if he’s annoyed by your presence. 🐱 Like a Cowboy ☆☀︎♕ Summary: Your boyfriend sang the line, “like a cowboy,” and that’s precisely how you want to ride him. 🐱 Practice Makes Perfect ☆☀︎♕ Summary: Mingyu needed some help sexually. So his Hyungs decided to ask a simple favour of you, and who are you to say no to them? Besides, who could deny them pleasure? 🐱 Super Shy ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: Your boyfriend gets super shy when showered with affection, and it’s really adorable, so you won’t stop.

🐱Collage BF Wonwoo (Fake Text) ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: Wonwoo has been sulking about the fact everyone is clowning his collage skills, so to show you how good he is, he decides to make a collage of your nudes.

🐱Enough For You Social Media AU ☆☀︎☁︎ ♥ Summary: You care for Wonwoo a lot, arguably more than a friend, but he has reservations and feels smothered and instead tries to push you away because he's scared he can't be enough for you.

🐱Wonwoo’s Approach to a Threesome (Fake Text) ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: The one where Mingyu sees a nude of Wonwoo's girlfriend, and instead of getting mad, Wonwoo asks the involved parties if they want to have a threesome instead.

🍚 Ruby Lips ☆☀︎♕ Summary: Your boyfriend looks incredibly hot while working and you can’t help but get distracted.

⚔️ Dolphin Like ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: Your boyfriend once screamed like a dolphin, and you want to know if he can scream like that during sex, too, so what do you do? Overstimulate him until he does. ⚔️ Saddle ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: Your boyfriend has gloriously thick and muscular thighs and accentuates them by wearing tight jeans, which only makes you want to climb and ride them.

⚔️Buzz Buzz ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: Your boyfriend discovers your sex toys and is now wondering why you need them if you have him, but more importantly, he wants to see what they do to you.

⚔️Neural Networks ☆☀︎♕☁︎♥ Summary The Escape allowed Dokyeom to gain a new life, one full of feelings. When he meets you when you save him, he experiences all of them - but did you? Strange things start happening once Dokyeom meets you. You embrace him, love him, and protect him. But when the dust from the chaos settles, Dokyeom can't help but doubt you. You have needs different from his. It's almost as if you're not like him at all. ⚔️Sharing is Caring ☆♕♥ Summary: You and Mingyu have always fooled around, and no one really caught on, but today, Mingyu was feeling rather bold, and so not only do you now have an audience, but you also have two new joiners. ⚔️Sleep Talking ☆♕♥ Summary: Your boyfriend has a habit of talking in his sleep, and usually, it’s something very random, but tonight? He mumbled that he loved you in his sleep. ⚔️ Stitches☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: Seokmin is nothing if not the perfect boyfriend, so he decided to manscape a little to spice things up. Unfortunately, he wasn’t paying enough attention, and he’s been stitched up for a week. He’s determined not to let you in on why he’s rejecting your advances, but all it’s doing is making you think he’s not interested. Seokmin sees that you’re upset, but he just doesn’t know how to tell his girlfriend that he accidentally cut his penis and now has stitches in it.

⚔️Better Than Me (Social Media AU) ☆☀︎♕☁︎♥ Summary: You and Seokmin have been dating for a few years, but now you're the star of a new drama with your co-star Rowoon, which makes Seokmin insecure. Seokmin tries his best to be supportive and understanding, but sometimes it's too much, and you're both unsure if your relationship can survive the jealousy and fights.

🐶 Pussy Drunk ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: Your boyfriend loves your pussy.

🐶 Drift Away ☆☀︎♕☁︎♥ Summary: You made the biggest mistake of your life, and now, Mingyu is trying his hardest to forget and forgive you, but how long till your infidelity rips you both apart? Besides, it’s not like you’d blame him. You hurt him. You did the one thing you promised never to do. 🐶 Exile ☆☀︎♕☁︎♥ Summary: You two were high school sweethearts, and your love story was something only found in the scripts of a shitty teenage rom-com, but he was a jock, and you were shy and quiet. It shouldn’t have worked, but somehow it did. Now, fast forward ten years, and things aren’t the same. Your lives aren’t the same; he’s stuck in the past, and you only focus on the future. Neither of you has your priorities straight, and neither realises that your present is a complete and utter mess. You won’t let him go because he’s all you’ve ever known, and he won’t let you go because you’re the only thing right in his life, but will love and high school promises keep you two together?

🐶 Posey Bee ☆☀︎☁︎ ♥ Summary: Mingyu is the new hire and the walking definition of pretty privilege. His clumsy thumbs have broken more vases than you can count, yet he brings in the most orders to your shop. It's all thanks to his handsome face, it’s annoying and unfair, and you’ve vowed that if this week he breaks another vase, you’ll feed him a cactus.

🐶 Practice Makes Perfect ☆☀︎♕ Summary: Mingyu needed some help sexually. So his Hyungs decided to ask a simple favour of you, and who are you to say no to them? Besides, who could deny them pleasure? 🐶Sharing is Caring ☆♕♥ Summary: You and Mingyu have always fooled around, and no one really caught on, but today, Mingyu was feeling rather bold, and so not only do you now have an audience, but you also have two new joiners. 🐶 Snuggly ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: It’s cold outside, and your annoyingly handsome roommate keeps leaving his very comfy leather jacket everywhere around the apartment, and you’ve returned it to him multiple times, but this time you’re sure you’ll just keep it if he forgets it again. Except for the one time he returns to retrieve the jacket, he finds you in the most compromising position possible. 🐶 Tall Boyfie and His Tall Friend (feat. Rowoon) ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: Your boyfriend has been neglecting you for long enough, and you decide to take things into your own hands. Is it your fault that your boyfriend’s very attractive colleague is there the night you decide to do so? 🐶 The One in Red ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: You had a plan for New Year, go out and find some hot guy, you found a hot guy, but he won't stop with his crappy puns and pick-up lines, but when he looks that good, you can ignore it. 🐶 Three’s a Company ☆☀︎♕ Summary: Your best friend claims that she’s better in bed than you, and your fuck buddy Mingyu doesn’t like that, but he’s open to sharing and changing your mind as well as hers.

🐶 Your Loss ☆♕ c.h.v | k.m.g | c.s.c | y.j.h | b.s.k Summary: Your ex-boyfriend and you broke up a few months ago, but you two remained friends, and of course, his nosy friends can’t help but pry and get as detailed as possible to find out what ended the relationship, and then, of course, offer to make only you feel better. However, they can. All while your ex-boyfriend watches.

🐶 Jealous Mingyu Texts (Fake Text) ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: The one where Mingyu gets jealous about the outfit you're wearing to an event but can't do anything about it because no one knows you both are together. So what do you do? Naturally, you tease him until he snaps. 🐶 Wonwoo’s Approach to a Threesome (Fake Text) ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: The one where Mingyu sees a nude of Wonwoo's girlfriend, and instead of getting mad, Wonwoo asks the involved parties if they want to have a threesome instead.

🐸 Sharing is Caring ☆♕♥ Summary: You and Mingyu have always fooled around, and no one really caught on, but today, Mingyu was feeling rather bold, and so not only do you now have an audience, but you also have two new joiners.

🐸 Sweetest Kiss ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day, and you and your boyfriend are determined to make it the best one ever, and a little edible lingerie never hurt anyone in the process. 🐸 Zen ☆☀︎♕♥ Summary: You have muscle soreness, so your boyfriend suggests yoga. It’s hard to stay calm and focus when he looks that good though.

🍊Your Loss ☆♕ c.h.v | k.m.g | c.s.c | y.j.h | b.s.k

Summary: Your ex-boyfriend and you broke up a few months ago, but you two remained friends, and of course, his nosy friends can’t help but pry and get as detailed as possible to find out what ended the relationship, and then, of course, offer to make only you feel better. However, they can. All while your ex-boyfriend watches.

🐢 Your Loss ☆♕ c.h.v | k.m.g | c.s.c | y.j.h | b.s.k Summary: Your ex-boyfriend and you broke up a few months ago, but you two remained friends, and of course, his nosy friends can’t help but pry and get as detailed as possible to find out what ended the relationship, and then, of course, offer to make only you feel better. However, they can. All while your ex-boyfriend watches.

🦕 Taste of Metal & You ☆☀︎♕ Summary: Your boyfriend got his lip pierced and wants to know if you can feel it when he’s laying with his head between your thighs.

🦕The Best Day ☆♕♥ Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day, and your boyfriend has everything perfectly planned.

Broken Illusions: A Seventeen-Three-Story Series 💔

🐶 Exile ☆☀︎♕☁︎♥ Summary: You two were high school sweethearts, and your love story was something only found in the scripts of a shitty teenage rom-com, but he was a jock, and you were shy and quiet. It shouldn’t have worked, but somehow it did. Now, fast forward ten years, and things aren’t the same. Your lives aren’t the same; he’s stuck in the past, and you only focus on the future. Neither of you has your priorities straight, and neither realises that your present is a complete and utter mess. You won’t let him go because he’s all you’ve ever known, and he won’t let you go because you’re the only thing right in his life, but will love and high school promises keep you two together?

#indigo's masterlist #seventeen masterlist #svt masterlist #svthub #wongyuseokie'smasterlist

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moongothic · 6 months ago

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Do you have any thoughts on Dadan as Luffy's mother's figure? Anytime the topic of Luffy's "BIO" mom comes up in discussions the fandom LOVE to use the excuse well "We won't ever see Luffy's mother because Dadan already fits that role. Listen I love Dadan's character but some people are putting her on the pedestal like she is the best mother of all time, when she was literally taken by gunpoint by garp's to take care of Luffy NOT to raise him but to make sure he doesn't die. (literally the bare minimum)

Now I remember back in 2008 a fan asked Oda about Luffy's bio mom and if she would ever appear in the series and he gave the description of Luffy's bio mother she would be mean, strict, middle-aged, and not the girly type (and then starts talking about Robin who has strong ties to crocodile) and I think the question was to describe the ideal characteristics of Luffy's bio mom. Dandan just happens to fit that archetype that Oda was talking about but a fem crocodile would also fit that description like a T as well especially if the question was about Luffy's bio mom.

So if Luffy can have two dads then why can't he have two moms. Well past tense he "Used" to have two moms. I also find it hilarious how Dadan and Crocodile are both heavy Chainsmokers, Mean, and look very manly. Do you think I'm reaching with this?

Okay this had been bothering me for a while because I could not actually find this "comment from Oda" in the SBS, and because there's so many "Oda said this" and "Oda said that"s that I was starting to believe the "Oda's description of Luffy's mom is just Dadan" was just another case of Fandom Mandela Effect

But after some digging around, I did find the actual source for the original comment; it's from an AMERICAN Shounen Jump Q&A with Oda, from the 2009 December issue. This Reddit post has all the questions Oda answered, but here's the relevant one

So uh, now that I got to see the actual Q&A and confirm its existence (so it's not just hearsay)

Because Oda immidiately comments on how he doesn't really focus on blood-relatives in One Piece (referencing Robin's mother being the first blood-relative he had actually drawn in a flashback), I do think he is exclusively describing Dadan here. Because Dadan is Luffy's only mother, even if she isn't that by blood, and why would Oda bother to bring that (blood-connections not being necessary) up if it wasn't relevant to Luffy's mother.

Another thing is the timing of this interview along with that "I'm still thinking about this". For context, One Piece would have just started Marineford in 2009, so this Q&A would've been published quite some time before the ASL Flashback where we'd get introduced to Dadan. Another thing is that Oda did originally intend for Dadan to be a man, so that comment would reflect on how Oda might've been still somewhat unsure what Dadan would end up being like (in case he changed his mind again).

Not to mention Oda would have to be misgendering Crocodile in this description if it was about him, which Oda really wouldn't do, but also the description doesn't even match Crocodile, we know what he would look like on estrogen. Like the way Oda drew fem!Croc in that SBS is very much his standard conventionally attractive woman, and here he explicitly states "there's no way that she's a beautiful mother". And Croc doesn't have permed hair, like ever.

So no, between the misgendering and the way the description doesn't even match him, I do not think Oda was "lowkey also talking about Crocodile" here at all. Luffy only has one mom and that's Dadan. And either Luffy has an irrelevant (probably dead) bio-mom or two absentee bio-dads.

#Moon posting #Asks #OP Meta #Crocodad #Sir Crocodile #CW Misgendering #I do personally feel like Shanks is more Luffy's (childhood) mentor than father-figure (Rayleigh did also become a mentor but later in life #But there is an argument to be made that Shanks and Dadan are Luffy's real parents #Sidenote Dadan is my favorite problematic woman. She was trying to force small children into hard labour and would not feed them #(I described Croc as a Bean Dad the other day but dude has to move over 'cause Dadan just became The Bean Mom. On a whole different level)#She loved the kids so much she got badly wounded protecting them and turned into a sobbing mess when they left the nest #Dadan is problematic but arguably Robin's worse it's fine lmao #Sidenote it is objectively funny Oda just forgot he drew Usopp's both bio-parents lmao #Did not proofread we die like men

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swaggy-lee23 · 7 months ago

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I believe in the curly haired Damian supremacy, mostly for the angst that comes with being a little mixed boy in a family of pasty whites who have no clue how to care for curly hair.

I think that for the first few months of Damian being in Gotham he wouldn’t let them see his curly hair at all. He would straighten it religiously in an attempt to look more like Bruce and the other Robins who had pin straight black hair. Even when it rained on patrol they never saw it curly because he kept the hood on his cape up which covered his hair.

Inevitably they find out, maybe his straighter breaks or maybe he just forgets but anyway one day he comes downstairs for breakfast with his beautiful curls on full display and everyone is in a state of disbelief because how did they never notice. They convince Damian to wear his hair straight more often and eventually he goes to a gala with his natural hair.

And everyone thinks it’s a perm.

He has to post proof that it is in-fact his natural hair, including doing his hair on camera and posting baby pictures of himself with his hair and of Talia with her hair curly.

#damain wayne #talia al ghul #damian wayne headcanon #Curly haired Damian supremacy #Alfred goes out of his way to find out what products work for his hair #He leaves a little care basket full of useful products out on his bed the next day #Dick try’s to get a perm in solidarity but it’s ruined after an impromptu water fight breaks out in his apartment

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mac-ann-cheese · 17 days ago

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I warned yall that I'll post my headcanons (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠) They are pretty tame but at the same time quite specific cause I dunno... insanity..............

Also I've added some sketches to go along with the text so it won't be so boring to read

About France's hairstyles

From the very beginning, when Francis was still a chibi, his maman Gallia (i like to imagine that she was indeed his mother or at least a caretaker) cut his hair in the most fashionable way of that period - bangs and something similar to a bob.

And somehow it stuck with him throughout childhood...

Francis had a little practise of being a personal hairdresser for Arthur, however couldn't do the same for himself. And without help from adults it was impossible to take care of his own hair. He didn't know what to do with frizzy mishaps on the head. So, during the late Middle Ages, already far in his "teenage" years, France stopped trying and began to grow his hair out.......

(I do think that everything that's connected with "human growth" of a nation depends on their actual country wise growth, but overall some aspects like hair still grow way slower than that of an actual human).

In short, in the 18th century, he didn't need to wear a fashion appropriate wig. Cause he had lots of hair. Looooots. Don't ask me how Francis did those curls,... Barocco dyson.

All of Europe was jealous.

By the way, I don't know why such crossover hasn't happened in the fandom yet (or I didn't come across it), but Lestat from "Interview with the Vampire" is like the lost twin of Francis. I had to say it, odd similarities are apparent (´⁠･⁠_⁠･⁠)

And after the French revolution (late 18th century) Francis cuts off his hair (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

because he went a bit mental.

Or maybe it's the trends of 13-year-old girls, as they say... an impulsive action... well, in general it was a sign of liberation from ancien régime, a fresh start, transitional moment, and blah blah blah... like the heads of aristocrats were chopped, so is the hair here... didn't go bald and at least we can thank him for that.

The """"short"""" style (like again, sort of a layered bob) has been firmly set since then.

In the 1950s there was a boom in perms, and it didn't pass Francis by. So for a while he rocked a pin-up hairstyle (I know on the actual sketch it's more of Old Hollywood hairdo, but I didn't specifically create anything for this post, I just pinned some related sketches).

Moreover, around the 60s, hair dyes were developed........... I think there is no need to explain further what happened...... At least that's my logical reasoning for Francis's ever-changing hair colour in anime and manga from blond to dark blond to brown to other options that l'oreal paris provides.

Btw, thank you for sticking through!!!!! ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁)

#hetalia #hws #aph #hws france #aph france #if you didnt get it i like this man too much #sketch

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lady-charinette · 2 years ago

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Love this post from @ofdreamsanddoodles about Buddy Daddies and had to add my own ideas:

Rei and Kazuki use different cosmetic procedures/hair & nail salon terms for killing people so Miri won't get suspicious about their actual jobs. Like "manicure" stands for torturing people for info by breaking their fingers/hands, "nose job" means an "inside job" from internal conflicts within enemy lines. "Fillers" mean assassinating a smuggling ring. "Perm" is for gunshots to the heads i.e. swift and quick kills. "On the go" means the assassinations are on a 'side quest' basis and aren't high priority missions. "Undercut" means covert/under cover missions.

Miri is convinced her dads are beauticians.

Whenever they bring Miri over to daycare, Miri always excitedly tells everyone how her dads give so many people "perms" and that this week especially many customers wanted "fillers" & "manicures" "on the go". Kazuki and Rei are embarrassed af

The daycare/kindergarten staff actually believe Miri's dads are beauticians of some sort bc of the flashy get-up they donned on her first day

Rei accidentally throws a whole head of lettuce at a bad guy's head thinking it was a grenade

Kazuki had beaten up gangsters with a carrot or celery stick more times than he cares to admit

It gets so bad that Rei accidentally gave the cashier at their local market mini explosive devices instead of coins to pay for Miri's candies. "Um...sorry, wrong change." (quickly pockets the literal mini bombs and leaves)

Kazuki gathers all the necessary intel for their next assassination but he accidentally writes an ingredients list instead of the goods the drug cartel wants to smuggle. Rei reading the list over:"What the fuck is 'pomelo' supposed to stand for and why does the cartel want to smuggle it to Italy?" Kazuki:"Oh shit."

Have Kazuki buy an oversized baby carrier, he playfully carries Miri around on his back when she wants to be carried, that way his hands are free to shoot people. Miri sometimes hands him ammunition from the back bc Kazuki accidentally lined his bullet belt with Miri's baby carrots (the only carrots she will eat without a fuss)

Rei and Miri have this (not) game where Rei secures all his and Kazuki's weapons to places that are out of reach for Miri. Miri always tries to get to them anyway. It gets to the point where Rei just tapes all the weapons to the ceiling and has to figure out a way how to reach his weapons himself

Rei and Kazuki have codes with their colleagues at work but they mix them up with the codes they developed for Miri.

Rei:"We don't have much to do today. Just a "perm" and some "manicures on the go"." A fellow assassin:"A what and...a what on the go?"

#buddy daddies #bd #unasaka miri #miri unasaka #suwa rei #rei suwa #kurusu kazuki #kazuki kurusu #anime

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thelaithlyworm · 22 days ago

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So how *do* I use interiority and expositional elements in my writing...?

So I was reading a tumblr post + article about people 'writing like tv' with little to no interiority, and I had thoughts about how I did that, but then I got curious about what actually ends up on the page, and looked up some recent fic to see.

So here's a couple of scenes from Luocha Undersea City, where the POV character Yin Xinyue is tripping through a dreamscape, finding versions of her life where her friend/crush Yatou is still alive. Expositional writing (what someone thinks, backstory, anything that wouldn't show up on a tv screen if this were filmed) marked in bold.

Yatou caught [Yin Xinyue's] hand and turned it palm up with delicate fingers, drawing it into the pale winter light slanting through the boarding house’s high windows.

She clucked her tongue regretfully. “A sore wound,” she said, studying the graze on Yin Xinyue’s palm.

“I was so brave,” Yin Xinyue joked, her eyes wide. The graze was a nothing but in truth she had been brave – the supply truck she’d driven that day slipping badly on a cliff road. Her arms still shook under their thick sleeves from yanking the wheel around. But it was a nothing. She flinched as Yatou smoothed cool white salve over her damaged skin and pouted. Yatou smiled indugently and tapped Yin Xinyue’s nose, leaving a smear of astringent cream on the tip.

Out of long, long habit, Yin Xinyue’s fingers curved around Yatou’s wrist to feel her pulse, but it was still strong, still stable, and there was colour in the woman’s cheeks despite the tiny portions of food they were surviving on as they crept through their invaded country like stubborn ants.

Like an alpine flower removed from lowland smothering, Yatou thrived in the privations of their travels. And wasn’t that a wonder?

Over Yatou’s shoulder, Yin Xinyue saw two photos propped up on a dresser in an impromptu shrine, the small rice cake that was the only offering they could spare set between two sprays of dead incense sticks. From grainy black-and-white paper Fo-ye’s bright eyes met her own; he was very handsome in his military cloak. He would not mind sharing, Yin Xinyue thought, not with his old friend Er Yuehong coolly elegant behind him.

Yatou dropped her hand and smiled. Her breath steamed in the chill air but her qipao was thick and quilted – Yin Xinyue could provide! – small stitches showing neatly in the woollen tweed that was the outer cloth where the batting was anchored to it.

“I saw some more of the munitions camp,” Yin Xinyue told her breathlessly, taking Yatou’s hand back and swinging it. “I think I’ve worked out the best place to plant an incendiary device. After that it’s –” she drew a finger across her throat – “all over for the Japanese dogs.”

A line showed between Yatou’s birdwing brows. “You will be careful,” she said.

“Of course,” Yin Xinyue said blithely. “I have to come back to you, don’t I?” She repeated her words, stroking her thumb on Yatou’s inner wrist. “I will always come back to you.”

Yatou smiled at her, indulgent, affectionate, then tugged off Yin Xinyue’s cap, and gently worked at the pins in her coiled up hair.

Somewhere outside, a dog was barking. Yin Xinyue turned her head in startlement even as hair slithered down –

– and tickled her shoulders, the neatly permed curls bouncing on the fine knitting of her dainty little cardigan as Yin Xinyue paced back and forth across the fine carpet of Hong Manor’s parlour.

“And then he said, and then he said – can you believe what Husband said?” She threw up her hands.

Curled up in one corner of the couch, Yatou tucked a finger into the pages of her romance novel to hold the place and lowered the book, looking up at Yin Xinyue. Her eyes were huge and amused behind the silver rims of her spectacles; the silver hairs she had chosen not to pluck out glinted in the warmth of the electric light. “I don’t know,” she said gravely. “What did Fo-ye say?”

Yin Xinyue lifted up her arms dramatically to declaim, “He said –” but the parlour door opened after a brief knock, and Er Yuehong came through. The upright old man still wore a long, high-collared changshan in his own home, despite the changing fashions of the time, and the midnight blue brocade of it suited him well. A lacquered tray balanced on one hand, holding an array of steaming bowls and lidded cups.

“Er-ye will you marry me?” Yin Xinyue pleaded, clasping her hands. “I can no longer thrive in Fo-ye’s household.” She turned and knelt by Yatou’s couch, eyes wide and welling with emotion. “Can I be your sister-wife, I’ll be so good as wife number two, I’ll wash socks…”

Yatou touched the side of her head gently, smoothing her hair. “Oh dear,” she said softly, “that sounds serious.”

A soft cough and the women turned their heads.

“Alas,” said Er Yuehong, “I am a one-woman man. However, we can sustain you in your travails.” He placed the tray of food and drink on the little side table. Softly, he added, “Can I talk to Fo-ye for you?”

“Would you?” Yin Xinyue blinked again, her eyes prickling. “Can you remind him that the chicken soup is in the icebox on the left and he mustn’t forget it. And tell him that I. That I. That.” She foundered.

“He will understand,” Er Yuehong reassured her. He bowed briefly to the women, and left. Yatou’s hand landed lightly on Yin Xinyue’s shoulder, and squeezed.

I guess my answer is, It depends?

Arguably the mini-flashback in the first section to driving a truck could have been filmed, if this were tv, though a flashback at that point might have been jarring. There could have been a looooong, loving shot of the photo of the dead husbands, though again, telling the audience what exactly Xinyue was thinking mighta been awkward and intrusive. On the other hand, an 'as you know' conversation about how Yatou was mysteriously not sick anymore would have been griiiiiindingly slow, and I got to do the poetical 'alpine flower' metaphor while I was at it. (Let language be beautiful.)

On the other, other hand, the second scene is conveyed almost entirely through visuals and conversation. And why shouldn't it be? Sometimes showing how people feel through their movements and the stutter-start of their words is both the most economical and the most immediate way to break a written scene.

And... yes, I often do think of the visuals of the scene when I'm writing it out. That focus on hands in the first section felt like a close-up in my mind. The windows of the boarding house, Yatou's padded qipao -- or the permed hair and the spectacles in the second scene -- they were all chosen to convey information about place without me having to dip overly into expositional language.

I guess my advice would be something like: if you're having trouble with a scene -- too long, too dry, too windy, too rushed -- try altering the frame of the language. What visual information do you need to make it clear what the characters are doing? Can your visual information add emotional nuance to what they're thinking or saying? Is it more economical/vivid/both to write out the conversation word for word or summarise it, or skip it and show the aftermath...? What makes us feel closer to the characters in this paragraph?

#writing #writing technique

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wyntereyez · 9 months ago

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Here we go, Part One of my scream into the void. Here I'm going to talk about my mother

Some of you may remember my posts about how two birthdays went by without her saying anything, and how when she did finally bother to text a month after that second birthday, there was no acknowledgement of my birthday or her silence, and how I agonized over whether I should respond (and eventually chose not to.)

I don't regret this.

My mom left our family when I was thirteen. Before then, I was a 'mama's girl,' though damned if I know why. Probably because she was the parent I saw more, I guess.

I want to say those first thirteen years weren't awful. But there are things I remember that stick with me that weren't good.

She wasn't much of a cook. So I grew up on frozen, processed food, and shockingly, my health reflected that. And, oh, did she make me feel like shit about my weight. She constantly bemoaned how hard it was to buy things for me because my waist was so big and I was so short (this was, btw, before a growth spurt). She refused to buy jeans for me because she couldn't find any that fit my proportions. It was fucking YEARS before I finally bought my first pair of jeans as an adult because I knew I was too fat for them. So all through school, I wore stretch pants, and was constantly made fun of for them.

Then there's my hair. She didn't care to do anything with my hair. She convinced me I wanted it long, then never maintained it, just put it in a ponytail, which did me no favors. My hair was seldom cut because it stopped growing past a certain length, and was always limp and stringy and oily. There was one time - ONE - where she did something with my hair - she got me a perm when I was eleven. It was an awful experience, and taking care of it was miserable and I hated those picks needed to constantly smooth out the perpetual tangles. It made me hate doing anything with my hair.

It should not have taken over twenty years for me to realize I had curly hair that was actually really nice and easy to care for when anyone bothered.

My mom taught me that I was fat and ugly and there was nothing I could do about it.

Then she left us. She got a job where she worked third shift, and slept pretty much all day and ignored us. The only time we really saw her was when she was getting ready for work. She'd spend hours doing her make-up - for a factory job - blasting Bonnie Raitt's 'Something to Talk About' on perpetual repeat. To this day I absolutely HATE that song. HATE IT.

She'd met a guy on third shift, got caught cheating, and just left us.

They had just bought a house and a second vehicle together because they had two steady incomes. Now she wanted to leave us struggling.

My Dad gave her this option: He'd leave, she could have the house, the car, and us. She'd have everything, along with child support, and he'd get a couch at his brother's house.

She didn't want us.

So she left, taking only the family car, leaving us with a tiny Chevy S-10 pickup for a family of four. She didn't want shared custody. She didn't want to pay child support. She wanted nothing to do with us.

She then proceeded to make life Hell for us. While she did, with great reluctance, occasionally let us visit, it was rare. She also did everything she could to make sure we didn't have a support network. My Dad's side of the family is terrible - I will talk about them much later - and they wouldn't help. My Mom's side of the family cared for us, but my Mom did everything in her power to make sure we couldn't go to them for help. She knew her parents liked my Dad far more than her new guy, so she was going to make sure they wouldn't have any kind of relationship with my Dad.

She also wanted us to be spies. She had this idea that my Dad would be her safety net if the new guy didn't work out, so she made damn sure my Dad couldn't meet anyone or have any kind of life. And she wanted us to be her spies; she would quiz us about what Dad was up to, and persuade us to tell her everything, then she would proceed to leave nasty phone calls or messages on his bathroom mirror, because she'd kept a key to the house.

Meanwhile, she continued to be the world's worst mother. She had my two half-siblings, and we had to watch them get all the attention we never got, because unlike us, they were her children. She'd occasionally buy clothing, usually used stuff she found at yard sales that didn't fit (she seemed to think I was her size, despite me being taller and skinnier than her). Once she bought me a maternity outfit because she knew that would be the only thing that would fit me.

She also basically destroyed my past. Remember my despair that I couldn't find any medical records? She took a lot of things, including pretty much every baby picture of me, and left them in her parents' garage, which was exposed to the elements and eventually flooded and collapsed. She casually destroyed it and just doesn't care.

So, it's been years of barely tolerating my mother, occasionally trying to have some kind of relationship with her and wondering why I bother.

Now, she did once, not long after they divorced, ask if I wanted to live with her. Just me, not my siblings. I refused. I didn't want to live with a strange man and be second fiddle to my half siblings. And it would have gone very, very badly. I would have been living with a heavy smoker with ultra-conservative views whose fire-and-brimstone mother was the kind of person to get involved in everything. I would have received no health care, never been able to go anywhere, would have had to transfer to a school with the worst reputation in the area, probably would have had to help care for my half siblings, would not have new clothes, would not have gone to college, and would probably have the worst flea infestation because she doesn't really clean, either.

And the last time I saw her? She got into this anti-vaxx rant that was somehow also horrifically racist, and all I could think was, "Yeah, I'm never going to see you again."

She's just...UGH.

#wyntereyez: personal #wyntereyez screams into the void

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