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unproduciblesmackdown · 11 months ago
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also if only the physical copy of how to disappear completely & never be found i first encountered & read a few years ago (sort of [roughly avg age ten] reader book, not any similarly titled How To) hadn't disappeared completely & not been found since, probably b/c i put it somewhere i intended to be For Safekeeping, which is also how my binder vanished....b/c it's one of those like. those book for late elementary/middle school readers when they just weave in this unrealism which makes for a delightful range & unpredicability? and with a cynical protagonist girl like off to the races like wow her mom is depressed asf & smoking? and it's about A Family History Secrets Mystery so blatantly a haunting that the inciting incident is basically introducing a haunted [family history secrets mystery] house. and spoilers don't matter like it's stemming from there being this missing uncle who grew up so in contrast to the Winsome Winning Sibling Who Does It All Right while seeing his own affiliation with rats that he tried to disappear completely & never be found which led to this Tragedy which led to this more unintended disappearance of his & he haunts this house & wants to be left alone & only goes out at night with this [ambiguous Is That A Giant Rat Or Weird Small Dog (protagonist affected by these family situations who expresses her preoccupation with an awareness of how fate can Strike and Get you with this interest with roving packs of killer chihuahuas. people think she's weird though she spontaneously befriends this other girl struck with this bolt from the blue & a bit weird / outcast & then Insightful who i wish was in it more)] & plays into the hauntedness danger like playing into the [something's Wrong with you then] until having to take yet more action where the urge to express the truth comes out more both b/c living that hidden is more threatened but also b/c now the niece children are more threatened as well. ft. a sort of preternatural blurring of time b/c of only being communicated with through this uncle via his comic pages (that he paints?) of dubiously accurate translations of irl events that are created so quickly it seems to verge on foresight, imagine like "hmm what's this painting. it's me standing in this room looking at this painting??? as someone ominous lurks in the shadows right behind me?" in both [now how could you know this & paint it really fast ahead of time] and [horror]
#i've had good times & thrills & things from other books i've read in the past xyz years & all#but i think this had the best in its final sections with [''uncle rat!''] like that was so incredibly unbelievably hype#and a further ending with a reconciliation that lets the Weirdo still be how they are but with more support lmao#i'm like yeah i want to live in the abandoned house only coming out at night only leaving secret homemade books with Some Truths#yeah i wanna exist in secret passageways & be unseen & uninteracted with & get by despite it all; sure#and disappear (mostly) and (not be found for a while until you have more motivations to help very parallel parties)#and have an affinity & affiliation with animals ppl are also like oh weird bad gross Never Want To See Them who are scroungily around#not implied to be a supernatural connection rather than just like. oh this person is a friend. from chihuahuas; rats; coatis....#also the How To & Never Be book's like core event to The Mystery is. truly so tragic lmao my god. it's really great#i'll just see about reading a digitization somewhere b/c i am Not gonna be able to find it#and the uncle is So mysterious that like. you don't get many Interactions w/him & are just going off of these emergent factors#the situations as they are as consequences of prior events; that he Is this withdrawn & communicating As some haunting monster etc#the way you technically don't also get to know like [what was bruno like prior] Directly W/Promised Accuracy and yet#the [metaphorically i mean] angle going on for everyone like perceiver truth teller Weird Odd One Out yeah yes#bit like [ :) (devastation)] verse talking abt him through a ''so your disabled relative'' lens (who also even w/magic was Just Existing)#here's a guy just existing like :) = my god this absolutely sicko who would even do something like that lmfao. god we've all been there#grappling with [tendencies] they couldn't understand....many things + just the way bruno approaches Speaking is like. okay.#my man's autistic. highest honor i can bestow. among other plausible ways of being disabled / nonconforming / abnormal#also the highest honor....rat affiliated disappeared uncle in How To? well he's really simply not possible ''yes he is Normal(tm)'' so
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samaraxmorgan · 10 months ago
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Your Roommate Sukuna
“That Time He Sabotaged My Date”
Modern no curse AU, Sukuna X Reader
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Synopsis: This housing crisis sure is no joke huh? Rent is just too expensive to live alone, so you put out a listing for a roommate and ended up living with none other than the tattooed bad boy Ryomen Sukuna! This is part of a series of drabbles and oneshots showing glimpses into you and Sukuna’s living situation!!
Contains: yandere(ish)!Sukuna, fluff but he’s kinda very toxic, stalking, fem implied reader (wearing a dress and heels), brief mention of a bomb (there aren’t any bombs present), narration is from Sukuna’s POV
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Whoever decided this dingy shithole is a decent place to take you on a date should be fucking shot.
Maybe it was wrong of Sukuna to eavesdrop on your private conversation this morning, but in his defense you were talking on the phone loud as hell in the middle of the living room. Should’ve been quieter when you were telling your friend about the date you had planned for tonight.
And maybe it’s weird that Sukuna secretly followed you here to keep an eye on you, but it’s not like he has nefarious intentions. He’s heard of this place and one, it’s fucking gross, and two, it’s got one hell of a reputation to say the least. Definitely the kind of place for someone to get murdered, he’s just watching out for your safety!
Oh christs sake, who is he fooling? No, he followed you here because he’ll be damned if you get a boyfriend.
He feels like a creep, sitting at the bar behind your table in a black hoodie and an old baseball cap, eyes fixed on the back of your head. The guy sitting across from you is so bland, yet for some reason you’re still giggling and twirling your hair around your finger as if you don’t know that you can do so much better.
There was no need for you to doll yourself up for this fuckin’ loser; you’ve got on a pretty red dress and stiletto heels, probably anticipating him to take you somewhere nice, decent, at least. But he brought you to some run down shithole restaurant that hasn’t been renovated since the 70’s and is definitely bearing several health code violations. It’s honestly embarrassing, Sukuna would take you somewhere so much nicer than this, he knows what you deserve.
He’s been sitting at the bar sipping on his drink for the last half hour, watching the way you prop your elbow onto the table, cross your legs in your seat, tap your heel against the leg of your chair, listening to you laugh and chat about your job. Meanwhile, mister nobody in front of you is chewing with his mouth open like some kind of ape, not realizing how much of a privilege he has by being able to treat you to dinner. Un-fucking-believable.
Finally the moment he’s been waiting for happens. Bland And Boring stands up from his seat and leaves you at the table to go use the restroom, so now it’s time for Sukuna to get this fool away from you. His eyes follow the man as he walks past the bar, not even trying to be discreet. He gives Sukuna a quick glance and nods his head politely, making his way towards the bathrooms near the front of the restaurant.
There’s no time to waste.
Sukuna stands from his seat at the bar, trailing behind your date and following him into the bathroom. As the door clicks shut behind him he realizes that it’s just the two of them. Perfect, no interruptions.
He walks up behind the man, watching him through the large mirror above the sinks. Now that he’s up close he can really see how pathetic this guy is, nervously looking up towards Sukuna as he absolutely towers above him, his stature menacing and the look in his eyes bordering on deadly.
“D-do you need some-”
“You should leave.” Your date jumps at the sound of Sukuna’s voice; dark, deep, and serious.
“Um… why?” His eyes flicker around the room, definitely praying to whatever god he believes in to come save him.
Sukuna is surprised he isn’t immediately obeying. Has he grown soft? Surely not, this guy just needs a little extra push.
So Sukuna says the first thing that comes into mind.
“I have a bomb.”
Maybe that’s a little dramatic, but god damn does it do the trick. The guy looks like he’s about to fucking piss himself, eyes widening in terror as he quickly nods his head and runs out of the restaurant.
Sukuna keeps a keen eye on him through the windows, watching him nearly leap into his car and hearing the tires screech as he speeds out of the parking lot. It seems you also had an eye on your date, your jaw nearly dropping to the floor as you assumed that he just ditched you with the bill.
Now’s his time to shine.
He stuffs his hat into the front pocket of his hoodie and strides up behind you to your table, bending down to be eye level with you in the booth and putting on his best mildly surprised and kind of amused expression, “Well look at that.”
“Ugh, god.” You bury your face into your hands, “And here I thought my day couldn’t get any worse.”
He can’t help the smirk that grows on his face. It is his fault you’re in this situation, but I mean come on, that guy was no good for you anyway. “You sample the whole fuckin’ menu or something?”
You groan and roll your eyes, perfect, you took the bait, “I just got dine and dashed, asshole.”
Sukuna lets out a laugh as he flops down into the seat across from you, god if only you knew. A man would have to be a real idiot to stand you up, but he has to try and keep his act together, “Yeah? Guys are fuckin’ assholes, surprise.”
The pout on your face is too sweet, makes it hard for him to really feel bad, “I was really liking him too.”
Oh, he definitely doesn’t feel bad now. He pulls his card out of his wallet as the waitress approaches the table, handing it off to her nonchalantly as he continues the conversation, “Don’t know why you bother going on dates with these guys.”
You try to interject the waitress but she walks away before you can stop her, a defeated frown pulling down your lips, “What are you doing here anyway?”
He plops his elbow onto the table, shrugging his shoulders casually, “What? Am I not allowed to go to my favorite shitty restaurant?”
You perk up slightly, “Right? I saw a roach on the way in, I can’t believe he recommended this place.”
The waitress comes back and hands Sukuna his card, he quickly scribbles his signature on the receipt and stands from his seat at the booth, “Let’s get you out of here before you get ringworm or some shit, nasty fuckin’ place.”
Finally a smile creeps onto your face, lighting up the dreary atmosphere. You adjust your dress as you stand up and he can’t help but smirk at how good you look all dolled up, dark red dress hugging your figure as if you wore it for him. He leads you out of the restaurant, making sure to hold the door open for you since he noticed that your loser date let it slam in your face on your way in.
Droplets of rain were starting to sprinkle down, which is pretty unlucky considering it’s a ten minute walk back to the apartment. But that’s not a problem for Sukuna, if anything it’s a perfect opportunity. He catches the frown curling down your pouty lips as you fix your fingers through your nicely styled hair, probably trying to keep it from getting messed up, and without missing a beat he pulls his hoodie off, sliding it over your head and down your arms.
“I’m sure you spent hours dolling yourself up, would hate to ruin it.” His voice is smooth as butter, leaning down to eye level with you as he adjusts the hood to make sure your hair is covered.
A blush creeps onto your face, mumbling a quiet “Thank you” as you pull your arms through the sleeves. It honestly looks like you’re drowning in his massive hoodie, the sleeves too long for your arms that your fingers can’t even peek out and the hem at the bottom falling at your upper thighs.
Sukuna thought you looked good in that red dress, but god damn you look heavenly wearing his clothes. Why didn’t he do this sooner?
You both start to walk down the sidewalk to the apartment, the evening is quiet save for the muffled sounds of music and chatter coming from the bars and restaurants that you pass by. You’re walking right up against his side, your arm occasionally brushing against his and he can’t help but wonder if you’re getting closer on purpose.
Sukuna breaks the peaceful silence, “So was the food good at least?”
You look up towards him quizzically, squinting your eyes in a way that’s too fucking cute for him to handle, “Shouldn’t you be the expert?”
“Why t’fuck would I know? Never been there.”
“I thought that was your favorite shitty restaurant?”
Oops.
He got way too distracted looking into your pretty eyes. Lucky for him, he didn’t need to come up with an excuse to cover him because a loud snap rings through the air as you stumble forward. His arm quickly wraps around your waist to steady you before you can fall, holding you flush against him.
You look down at your feet and let out a loud groan of frustration, “Fucks sake, really?” You lift your foot up to inspect your shoe, your stiletto heel barely dangling by a thread as it snapped off from the sole.
Sukuna didn’t mean to laugh, but there was no containing it. You look up at him with an adorable angry face, cheeks burning red as you curse him out and it only makes him smile more. You’re just too damn cute when you’re pissed off.
“It’s not funny! These were expensive!”
“Yeah yeah, c’mere.” His arm stays wrapped around your waist as he leans down and hooks his other arm behind your knees, lifting you off the ground with ease as you squeal in surprise and wrap your arms around his neck to cling onto him.
Now he could bet that other guy wouldn’t do this for you, not just was he scrawny as all hell but he wouldn’t be nearly enough of a gentleman. Your arms tighten around the back of Sukuna’s neck as he starts walking to the apartment again, your cheek nuzzled against his shoulder as you slowly relax into his hold. He’s actually liking this a lot, silently considering purposely taking a wrong turn on the way home so he can hold you longer.
Hopefully after this you’ll stop going on stupid dates with worthless men, you’ve already got everything you could ever want right at home after all. Soon enough you’ll realize that you don’t need anyone but him.
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A/N: This was SO FUN to write!! I love him he’s such an asshole askakksksk, I rlly liked the idea of doing a light hearted yandere part (even tho NOBODY asked for this skaksksk) Dividers by @adornedwithlight
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quartztwst · 24 days ago
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LARGE Quartzul Divorce AU Lore Dump HELP ME (cringe warning)
(More info) (Also "Quartz" and "Quartzsona" are used interchangeably)
"How did they start their relationship?"
LMAOOO NEVERRRR jk
I think we all know that Quartzsona has a THING or at least a LIKING to Azul. That's literally the whole reason why she loves to ragebait him but she'll never admit it to protect herself 💔💔 ("omg tsundere-" GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!!)
I think Azul knows this fact too despite being beat up and having his spine broken into 5 pieces that you need find around the NRC campus to get a golden goose but thats okay
They don't really get together during NRC but after Azul graduates, they end up together somehow (Azul using sweet words).
Also take a note that Quartzsona is NOT a regular human or being in TWST, she does not have paperwork and no documents that is listed she is born or exists here. She is in the same situation as Yuu but her story is hella different.
TWST Quartzsona is just a vessel for the Actual Quartz to explore through different worlds so she could easily come and go aka DISAPPEAR AND REAPPEAR. She basically has no other purpose but that. (I'll elaborate it in a separate post.)
The Actual Quartz is only interested if the exploration is fun. If the fun is over, TWST Quartzsona HAS to go. If clinging onto Azul and creating a sudden romantical plot intrigues her maker, then she can stay in the world as long as she wants. Plus, she gets to date the guy she really adored.
Azul, on the other hand, doesn't really have romantic feelings for Quartzsona. He finds her confusing and weird but he knows she like him, which fuels his ego a lot and finds useful. He easily takes advantage of it to boost his image.
He thought the journey would be hard because of Quartzsona's stubbornness but he was surprised to see how much she easily gives in to his empty promises of love and attention.
"How were they in the relationship?"
Being the only one in love, Quartzsona was actually trying her best to be more comfortable and more open with Azul, acting a little childish and affectionate which weirded Azul the fuck out 😭😭😭
Yeah, he didn’t really like it that much. He found it so weird that the Quartzsona he met at NRC was so different to the one he's dating now. He expected her to act more mature and maybe aloof so he could easily just do work but she ended up being "so gross and clingy."
He obviously appreciated the love and affection but it felt scary for him to know that someone really believed he should be loved romantically.
Azul didn't really view Quartz much as a person but rather an accessory or a task on a to-do list. He didn't really want a wife but he had to so he could look at least desirable or for his image.
Because of that view, Quartzsona's actual feelings was usually ignored by him just showering her with materialistic things he thought showed his "love."
Azul sometimes criticizes Quartzsona for being "too affectionate and annoying" which would piss her off and lead to an argument. But Quartz still tried to be a good wife and listened to Azul's criticisms sometimes because she definitely felt like the dumb one in their arguments.
They still have a lot of petty arguments and they still fight over stupid things too. The arguments occurred more frequently at the end of their marriage.
"How did they part?"
I made a comic about that lol -> here
The comic actually has the "fusion" kid rather than Safira because this was before Safira and it has Quartzsona giving birth to her which I changed because of her lack of reproductive organs 😭
Safira's actual birth or how she came to be is ambiguous and who carried the baby is either Azul (🤯) or Quartz but no one really knows.
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It might be Quartz because she took the baby first but we have no idea if she was pregnant 😭😭😭
But the baby was born and Quartz believed that the toxic environment she and Azul made would not be good for the baby, so she offered the divorce and Azul accepted.
Yes, it was a huge decision but Quartzsona had already given up the relationship for her kid and Azul was never in love with Quartz during the relationship until that day on Christmas eve.
It was a short and passing feeling when he saw Quartz walk away from the relationship but he felt a small longing for her. It wasn't anything crazy but he somehow described it as love since you don't miss people you don't love.
But he'll never say that out loud. It's too embarrassing even if it was just a small feeling.
On Quartz's side, she was only doing what she believed was best for them and the baby. Of course she'll miss him but she's willing to get over that. She'll struggle a little but she's willing to get through that.
During the conversation in the comic, you can see that Quartz is being understanding and still wants Azul to be part of the baby's life because he also loves that kid more than anything like her.
Quartzsona still wants her baby to have both parents in her life and is willing to work with Azul to raise her.
"After the divorce?"
As Quartz raised Safira, she started to process how much of an asshole Azul was and grew a strong resentment towards him. She sometimes gets carried away with her feelings and slips up infront of her kid
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(THESE ARE REALLY OLD SO THIS IS THE FUSION KID but the same applies)
Azul doesn't really think about Quartz until he sees her dropping Safira off to him or when he's drunk. He's often really busy but he loves spoiling his kid and saying what his kid likes.
Azul's and Quartz's way of loving and teaching her is quite different. While Azul wants Safira to know that life is safe if Papa is there, Quartz wants to teach her that sometimes life is hard and we don't always get what we want.
They also both still argue and fight but they tone it down around Safira to not worry her.
Safira knows that her parents don't like eachother because why would two parents live in different households? As she grew older, she always tried to be the voice of reason when they fought but it really annoys her and WISHES for them to GET OVER IT IT'S BEEN YEARS
Yeah thats all I got
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hsangel64 · 5 days ago
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awkward situations
pairings: slight perv! spencer agnew x fem pornstar! reader
synopsis: while grocery shopping spencer recognizes you but he can’t remember from where…until you recognize him first
warnings: pornstar talk, sexual language, use of y/n and a pornstar name, cussing, SMUTT all through the fic, male masturbation, phone sex, swallowing cum, vulgar language, slight dom language, one ball spencer, just a lot
a/n: the reader has a very 2000s mcbling style aesthetic and i thought it would be cute for her to be a huge maximalist also this gets into it very very quickly. let me know how i did and if you’d like a part 2!!
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spencer wasn’t the type of person to be a crazy pornstar addict but like any other man he indulges every once in awhile. you were actually one of his favorites, you made your videos personal even if he knew other people were watching them. it felt like you were in the room with him and that made the whole experience even sexier.
so to his own surprise while grocery shopping he’s walking down one of he freezer aisles and sees a girl who’s wearing a black juicy sweatsuit, platform sandals and your hair up in a claw clip. he didnt think much of it until he noticed you looked familiar, a little too familiar. he analyzed your face without being a total creep and couldn’t figure out who you were. he shrugged his shoulders and started to walk away before he felt a tap on the shoulder, turning around he’s faced with you.
“hey i am so sorry to bother you, are you possibly spencer from smosh?” stunned he didnt really know what else to say other than.
“oh um yeah i am.”
“oh my gosh this is insane, i love your guys videos!”
“thanks so much i really appreciate that.”
“i’ve been watching smosh for as long as i can remember-“ spencer spaced out realizing who you were…you were ms cherry bomb on pornhub…oh my god.
“hello…did i frighten you-“ he snapped out of it and shook his head.
“no no i promise its okay-just something else.” you raised your eyebrow and realized what connection he might’ve made.
“do you happen to recognize me?” spencer gulped almost felt like a small bead of sweat coming down his head.
“it’s okay if you do i get it a lot…i like being recognized.” you smiled at him, in a way that felt so welcoming?
“i’m so sorry thats so gross of me.”
“no no i promise its not! it actually feels really good to know my youtube crush watches my videos. i’m sorry if that’s weird and awkward-“ you cringe at your own words. feeing yourself warm up at the thought of him cumming to you, the heat in your pussy getting hotter by the second and sending chills down your spine.
“yo-you have a crush on me?”
“well duh have you seen yourself?” spencer can’t control himself. “plus i like the nerdy guys the most…” you smirk at him and slightly twirl your hair, you don’t know where this confidence came from but it’s here.
“would you maybe want to go out with me? dinner? and ill pay of course.” spencer felt even more bold with his words, he had never openly asked a girl out like this but it felt right.
“yeah of course, here’s my number just text me when and where i’m free the rest of this week.” you winked at him and walked away, spencer could feel his pants start to tighten. clearing his throat he sped through the grocery store and finished shopping.
when he got home he texted you immediately, not knowing what to put at your contact he figured the first thing to ask you was what your real name was.
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spencer was on a major high right now, he had a date with a hot girl and he couldn’t be more ecstatic. when he sat on his couch he checked the time and saw it was already around 7:30pm, he thought for a second before pulling out his laptop and pulling up your page. he knew this was complete creep behavior but he couldn’t help it. all he was thinking about was you.
you did a series of role play videos where you would play as the watchers girlfriend, he lived for those. ‘girlfriend role play: she gives you head while watching a movie.’ was the title of the video. he felt satisfied and clicked on it. the video started with you in bed, a lot of the times you used a camera angle so you couldn’t see that it wasn’t a real person but this time you were cuddled up with some guy in bed with a movie on the tv. the irony of it was that the movie was jurassic park. he felt a tinge of jealousy but he knew this was your job and just tried to imagine himself in bed with you.
“hey baby i have an idea.” as you started to talk you hand rubbed over the mans body so he followed your movements with his own hand. you hand made its way down to the guys jeans, you rubbed up and down to get him hard, it didn’t take too long for that. neither for spencer either, his bulge was peaking through his pants wanting to come out. your hand unzipped the jeans and you started to rub the bulge.
“i think we should forget about the movie hmm?” you pulled down his boxers and his cock sprung up, spencer then pulled his own out. you started slow just rubbing up and down to which spencer followed. you then started to lick up until you reached the tip, you swirled your tongue around it for a good second before placing your whole mouth around it. spencer started to increase his pumps the faster you bobbed your head. the mix of the slurping sounds and the choking were enough to get spencer hot and bothered.
“you like that baby?” he couldn’t get enough of your voice, he was obsessed. he didnt think it was possible but he was getting even harder by the second. the intensity of the situation making spencer start to pant a little, his breaths short and his moaning getting louder.
“yeah it feels so good please.” he mumbled as if he were answering you back. his hand pumping up and down with such motivation, he could feel himself getting closer by the minute.
“it’s just one of those days where you don’t want to wake up…” he opened his eyes and looked to the video not realizing his phone was ringing. his stupid ringtone that courtney made him put. he stopped the video and saw it was you who was calling, just his luck. he picks up the phone without realizing how out of breath he is.
“hey spencer! i texted you like thirty minutes ago asking about the date but when you didn’t answer i figured to call, i’m sorry if thats weird!”
“um no thats-thats alright, just didn’t see it.” he said swiping the sweat off of his forehead. you furrowed your eyebrows, he sounds out of breath…
“did i interrupt you while you were doing something? i’m sorry! i can hang up-“
“no no it’s okay i just was…working out is all.”
“hmm at 8pm?” you knew exactly what he was doing and it wasn’t working out.
“spencer can i ask you something…” you voice got lower.
“y-yeah of course.”
“did i interrupt you from jerking off.” his breath got caught in his throat. “it’s okay if you were…i don’t judge.” you voice was soft and sultry almost flirty? spencer still was at a loss for words he didn’t know what to tell you, usually at this point if this happened with anyone else he would’ve hung up and blocked the number but he felt like he needed to stay.
“yeah.”
“were you watching anything.” he nodded but realized you couldn’t see so he responded back with another yeah.
“was it…to me?” how the fuck did you know.
“is it weird if i say yes…” you quietly moaned through the phone feeling yourself get wetter by the second.
“not at all.” the line went quiet before you responded again. “do you want me to help you?”
“is it weird if i say yes..” you giggled at him and told him no, clicking on the icon to facetime him. he got startled but answered it anyways, your face came onto screen. you had no makeup on, hair down, a skimpy tank top on an just your panties. you were laying on your side so he could see all of you. he placed his own phone down on his laptop to show himself. gasping a little at his size.
“already ready i see?” you raised your eyebrow at him. you started to touch around your body.
“we’re gonna start slow okay? i want us to cum together is that okay with you?” he nodded but you wanted a verbal response.
“i want a verbal response.”
“yes its perfect.” you nodded and started, rubbing your boob through the thin layer of shirt that you had on. your nipples already hard from the sight of him.
“you can start too.” giving him the go ahead he start to rub himself a little. your hand making its way up your shirt and lifting it up showing your chest. you eventually took your shirt off and your hands made their way down to your core, spencer was still going slow but it hurt, when watching your videos he would wait for you to cum to let himself cum but this time it felt agonizing. all that was heard was his groans from seeing you play with yourself and your own moans. he could see how wet you were just from it forming through your panties.
you started to take off your panties slowly shimming them down your legs not giving him a glance at your pussy just to edge him a little bit more. you were laying across your bed arching your back to show off that you had nothing on. you could see spencer start to struggle so you figured to not be too mean and show off your pussy for him. picking yourself up with your elbows you positioned yourself so your whole body was in view.
spencer had seen you naked before but this was personal, you were showing yourself to him and just him. your finger made their way to your hole and you slid in one finger to start, moaning out at the sensation.
“fuck spencer.” you moaned out, he could’ve cum just from that but he held himself back. stretching yourself out you put a second finger in, you were dripping onto your bed. he could see a perfect view of your fingers going in and out of you, fucking yourself even harder at him biting his lip.
“i want your cock in me instead of my fingers. fuck.” you gasped as you quickened your speed, imagining it was him instead. spencer felt on top of the world right now. as you moved faster he followed right behind, quickening his pace.
“i want it so bad. keep talking to me baby.” you moaned out at the pet name and did as he said.
“please i need you so badly, cum with me please.”
“say my name.”
“spencer fuck, it feels so good.” this was probably the best you’ve ever made yourself feel, you couldn’t imagine how it would feel with him. you could feel yourself getting closer by the second, the more you heard his moans the faster you went.
“i’m so fucking close spencer please, i want to cum so bad.” you looked gorgeous, just stunning. the light was on your face and the arch in your back made you look like a painting.
“come on baby, im close too.” you nodded at him and continued to work your fingers, your moans getting louder. you could feel you orgasm at the bottom of your belly ready to come out. what you didn’t expect was for you to squirt, the liquid gushing out all over the bed. spencer’s mouth opened, he couldn’t believe that just happened. just from you squirting he came all over himself, his orgasm taking over his body and causing his eyes to roll in the back of his head.
“fuck you’re so pretty.” you bit your lip at the compliment, taking your finger out of yourself and bringing them to your mouth licking off all the remaining cum. he couldn’t get enough of you.
“was that good?”
“was it good? i-i mean it was fucking great holy shit. i don’t think i have ever cum that hard.” smiling at him you felt like you did good.
“i wish you were here.” you pouted at him and he picked up his phone bringing you closer to him. you felt bold with your words, but it was true.
“i know friday though if you don’t mind on the first date.”
“like we didn’t just have phone sex.” you giggled at him.
“right i mean- i guess we just did that huh.”
“ill be waiting for that text of what to wear, have a good night spence.” you smiled at him and hung up the phone. he was left in silence the laptop still open on you and his pants covered in cum. he sighed out of satisfaction and got himself cleaned up, he’s so ready for friday.
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the next couple of days were long and tiring, he texted you to dress a little nice but nothing super fancy. it was finally the day of the date. he didn’t want to sound like he was only excited because he knew what was going to happen after but because he genuinely was excited to get to know you. he put on his most expensive cologne that he only wore during special events, grabbing his jacket, the bouquet arrangement he did himself and his keys heading out the apartment.
your place wasn’t far took only ten minutes to get there, texting you that he was there you responded saying you’d be right out. he saw you emerge from the stairs and saw you had on a leopard print dress on, it was short and hugged your body. you had black heel boots on and some tights underneath. you looked gorgeous, spencer wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off of you tonight and he knows it.
“hi.” you giggled at him staring at you.
“hey…you look um you look gorgeous.”
“thanks did i dress okay?”
“yeah more than okay.” he couldn’t stop staring. he then remembered he had flowers in the back seat. leaning back and grabbing them.
“i got you some flowers, i know its super cheesy but i made arranged it myself. i wanted it to mean a little more.”
“oh my gosh its so cute you’re so sweet.” you pouted at him, this was the sweetest thing any guy has ever done. you leaned over the console and hugged him giving him a small kiss on the cheek. spencer felt his cheeks heat up, he turned the other way smiling at the small bit of affection. you both smiled at each other before spencer started to drive to the restaurant.
spencer took you to this nice korean bbq place, he figured it was a good choice because they had a bunch of choices so you could find something you liked. little did he know was that you loved korean bbq and were extremely excited about it. you got seated at a small booth, one of the ones where it wrapped around so you got to sit next to each other. you both ordered everything you wanted now it was just the waiting game.
“so tell me more about yourself.” and it was that easy, you both got to talking about your own personal lives, likes and dislikes, anything in between. the subtle touches, your hand on his shoulder while laughing at a stupid joke, your knees grazing each other, accidentally going to grab for the same thing and touching hands. it all was building up the tension between you two.
every so often you would reach your leg over to grave his, he would play along every so often. spencer couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, every time you looked over at him he was staring back at you. the dinner was spent with flirty comments, subtle touches and looking eyes. you’d been there for two whole hours and finally were ready to go.
spencer made sure to open all the doors for you, placing his hand on your lower back. the feeling of his hand sent chills down your spine, wanting just a little bit more. the tension between you two almost unbearable at this point, the way he held the doors open for you, the flowers, paying for dinner, the touches. it all was making yourself hot and bothered, feeling like you wanted to rip his clothes off and have your way with him.
once in the car spencer had asked you where you wanted to head to next, you suggested your apartment so thats where you both were headed off to. spencer sneakily placed his hand on your thigh, his thumb rubbed circles over your thigh. your core was hot and you could feel the wetness seep through your panties. the ride felt agonizingly long, every so often you’d sneak a glance over to him and smile at him as he looked back at you. the ride was quiet other than the soft music from the radio playing and the car speeding down the road.
the familiar rodes peaking through as he drove closer to your home, you let him know where he could park. as you were about to get out of the car you saw spencer run from his side over to yours to open the door.
“m’lady.” he held his hand out for you to take it and helped you out of the seat. giggling at his gesture you took his offer and stood up, he closed the door behind you and locked up. you led him to your apartment warning him off your dog.
“i have a dog, he’s very nice i promise.” unlocking the door your puppy came to the door and jumped up at you greeting you, getting down to his level you said hello back and pet his head.
“hey mr i missed you buddy.” you motioned up to spencer. “hey wilbur this is spencer.” you motioned back to him and let him know it was okay to pet. he got down and gave him some pets as well before you both got up.
“hey do you want something to drink?” you called over whilst grabbing yourself some water.
“nah i’m all good.” he said as he looked around your living room, he was shocked to see how much you had decorated. it was like he stepped back into the 2000’s. he took his shoes off and then his jacket hanging it up on the rack you had by the door.
“here come on ill give you a tour.” you showed off your living room and then walked down the hall to your other rooms.
“okay here’s my bathroom, and yes this is the shower that i do my videos in.” you said as you could see his eyes examine the room.
“here’s the room i do all my content in, now once i open this door its going to be a lot of sex related things okay? like really kinky shit.” he nodded at you and you opened the door, as the door opened spencer’s eyes landed on that faithful bed. the bed he sees in every video, and then he’s met with a whole wall of whips, paddles, and ties. walking around he sees your collection of sex toys neatly organized in a shelf, he then sees the sex swing on the back of the door and remembers a video of you using it and feels himself stiffen. he notices all the cameras and camera equipment you had set up in a small corner of the room.
“i know it’s a lot of sex toys but i get pr from certain brands and it gives me good content, you would know.” he could feel himself blush as you said that. you walked back over to the door and got his attention back.
“come on lets finish this tour.” smirking at him slightly you turned around and walked over to your bedroom hearing him follow behind.
“this is my actual bedroom.” you took off your boots and placed them neatly on a shoe shelf before starting to take off your jewelry and placed those inside of your mirror.
“you have a place for everything that’s really cool.”
“thanks i worked hard to have everything be organized.” once you got comfortable you sat on your bed and motioned for him to come sit with you. spencer was looking around so he didn’t see you motioned for him still looking around your bedroom, seeing all the posters on the walls including the photos you had of yourself on the wall in nothing but a small bikini.
“you’ve got the real thing over here.” he whipped his head around to see you in bed laying on your side, his nerves hitting him like crazy.
“oh- sorry.” he awkwardly chuckled and walked over to you in the bed, sitting on the corner a little bit away from you. giggling at him you scooted closer and placed your hand on his back.
“you don’t need to be scared with me i promise.” sitting up you started to rub his back reassuring that he didn’t need to be nervous.
“we dont have to do anything, we can just watch a movie and cuddle.” your hand traveled up to his head playing with his curls. he looked over at you his eyes moving from your eyes to your lips not saying a word. the silence is defining, you were both so close to each other. you could feel his breath on you, he bit his bottom lip and decided to just kiss you. his lips crashed into yours taking you completely by surprise. your hand moved from the back of his head to his side, his hands on your face pulling you as close to him as possible.
you nearly fell but he pulled you up into him and pulled you up onto his lap. you made a small yelp sound and he took the opportunity to lap his tongue on your bottom lip and slowly making his way inside your mouth. you were shocked with the quickness but went with it, enjoying the feeling of him on you.
“wa-wait are you sure, you seemed frazzled i don’t want to do anything if you aren’t comfortable.” you pulled away to make sure he was okay.
“i dont want to sound like a perv and say this was all i could think about but it was.” you stared at him for a second and smashed your lips back into his, he pulled you up with him and turned you both around so that you were sitting on the bed and he was standing above you. he keeps eye contact with you before getting down on his knees in front of you, confused you let him continue what he was up to. his hands graze your thighs and he starts to kiss around your knee.
you gasped as he did it not expecting the gesture, arching your back a little feeling slightly ticklish. spencer lifted your legs up a little and kissed all the way up your thighs to your core. his hands making their way up underneath your dress and at the hem of your underwear. he looked up at you silently asking if it was okay to take them off to which you nodded. he slid them down your legs and opened your legs even more, you could feel the slick basically peel from your underwear, he stared for a second before pulling your legs closer to him. he hooked his arms on your thighs and held you by his face.
“please.” that was confirmation enough for spencer as he buried his face in between your thighs. he started slow licking up the slick before making its way up your pussy and on your clit. you moaned out the feeling of him finally being on you was the best you’d ever felt. spencer could feel his pants get tight it was like a sigh of relief finally being able to taste you. spencer moaned onto you, you tasted so sweet he couldn’t get enough and wanted to taste you at all times.
your hands grabbed at his hair pulling him closer wanting more, he listened and started to move his tongue faster. pulling his hand up he placed a finger at your hole but didn’t push it in until a second later as you moaned out begging or him to fuck you.
“spencer please fuck me.” pushing his finger in you threw your head back in pleasure. he found a good pace and went faster at a time, he wanted to sulk in this for as long as he possibly could. his tongue was moving faster on you and your climax was climbing up faster.
“fuck spence that feels so good.” he loves the praise and continues to move a little faster. the combo of his fingers and his tongue making your eyes roll in the back of your head and your climax was right there.
“please i’m gonna cum, fuck.” your words becoming slurred as your legs start to shake, your body telling you that you were about to cum. spencer continued hitting your g-spot and the movements on your clit as you came, riding out your high.
“yeah baby come on.” his voice could have you cumming all over again. as you calmed down he got back up from the floor, his beard was shiny with your cum. he hovered over you and kissed you on the lips tasting yourself on him. at this point you felt feral, you wanted him so badly. your kisses were rough as you unbuttoned his shirt and started to undo his belt.
“please.” out of breath you begged. “please i want you to fuck me, please.”
“say less.” he responds and took off his clothes as you took the rest of your own off. his hand immediately made its way to your breast and his thumb rubbed over your nipple. spencer pulled away and his mouth fell onto your nipple, his tongue lapped over and then he kissed up your neck. your hand moved down his body and found its way to the hem of his boxers, pushing them down his cock sprung out.
“fuck.” you gasped out and spencer grabbed his cock and rubbed it over your pussy collecting the wetness to act as a lube. he lines himself up with your hole and slowly pushes into you, you both moan together in unison. spencer kisses your neck and asks you if you were okay you nodded and he started moving. his cock stretching you out, the feeling making your speechless.
you felt so warm around him, it made him fuck you faster. the bed was banging against the wall, you were basically screaming out as he whispered into your ear how good you felt. you whimpered and he made out the words, ‘harder’ and ‘faster.’
“fuck spencer please please!” your back was arched up into his chest and he snuck his hand under you holding you up to get a better angle into you. your head was thrown back and hands scratching along his back the pleasure almost too much for you. his hips crashing into your own the slaps filling the room.
“you’re so pretty.” his compliments making your stomach flutter. he kept kissing down your neck and would kiss you on the lips to get your attention back on him.
“you feel so good baby.” his words next stopped, talking through it all. you could feel yourself start to reach your climax again as his thrusts worked faster. you could feel him start to slip a little as he felt his own climax start to come.
“i’m gonna cum again!” your words barely making it out of your mouth, his pace quickening wanting to get you to your orgasm. it all happened so fast, he felt you cum all over his cock but you didn’t want him to cum inside of you.
“move move.” he thought something happened so he pulled out quickly and stood up, trying to search for what happened. you pushed him away and moved down to your knees taking his cock into your mouth. his gasp got caught in his throat as your head bobbed on him, the orgasm coming with a quickness. he came in your mouth it was hitting the back of your throat and you swallowed swiftly to not let any slip out of your mouth, desperate to have all of him. a pop coming from your mouth as you pulled off of him, staying in your position for a second to let him calm down.
“was that too much?” spencer whipped his head down towards you and looked at you like you were crazy.
“that was the best sex i have ever had are you kidding me?”
“so was it worthy for a second date?” he pulled you up and kissed you placing you back on the bed.
“i might just have to marry you right here and now.”
“okay don’t get crazy tiger.” you said laughing as he kissed up your neck, you pulled yourself up into your bed and grabbed a blanket beckoning him to cuddle with you. he follows behind and lays next to you, your head on his chest. it was quiet for a little bit before you thought of something.
“you really have one ball huh.”
“what did you think i was kidding?” he laughed out loud as you sat up to look at him.
“i don’t know i thought it was a bit of some sort!” laughing at him you laid back down and laid back down on his chest. this was probably the best night of spencer’s life, he kissed your forehead and thought about how he needs to tell shayne about this immediately.
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hyewka · 11 months ago
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𝙗𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙮 𝙨𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙢 | c.bg
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synopsis: wanting to try a new sexual route with your boyfriend but not knowing how to approach the situation drives you to beomgyu—your best friend since the dawn of time, under the rule of what you call a buddy system.
warnings: sub!gyu, dumbification, basically infidelity but they don’t really fuck, butt plug
tags 🏷️ @b3omitus @beomiracles @bambammtori @jakeslvt @subby-men-forever @iijustread @strwbrryjaem @rikiwaify-blog @yyeonzi @skz-smut-reader @kyuuuie @fairfootedflekk @badwicht @handsomejin25 @itaehynz @soobabby
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No matter what angle you look at it, it’s weird. You wouldn’t even think of asking for a favor so indecent if it wasn’t—well if it wasn’t him. And maybe that’s the blaring problem.
“What’ya thinking ‘bout?” Beomgyu muffles, mouth stuffed. You quirk your lip, kicking him under the table. "Don't talk with food in your mouth idiot."
He immediately shuts his mouth, but doesn't miss the chance to retaliate and return the kick, only he aims poorly and hits the table leg instead.
You snort, suddenly hit with a wave of nostalgia. It takes you right back to when your biggest problem was hiding a bad report card from your then-overbearing parents and trying to find knock-off drug store products to cover your gross pimples.
A simpler time when all you saw was your best friend across from you, wedged into the booth at Shake N Shack, stuffing his mouth with fries, sauce on the edge of his lips as he rants about some latest absurd conspiracy theory he had stumbled upon online.
“So?” he pulls you out of your reverie, looking up at you once he’s finished chewing. His eyes dart nervously between you and his plate as he swallows the last bite when you keep silent. “Why’re you really here? You haven’t been around much lately.”
You scoff, crossing your arms defensively. "I can't just visit you for old times' sake?"
He exaggeratedly winces. "Damn, already demoted to a nostalgia trip?”
You sigh, feeling a pang of guilt despite the lightheartedness in his tone.
You know Beomgyu— like the back of your hand, like the way your favorite song plays in your mind, you know how he hurts and how he likes to cover it up. Ever since you started dating Youngjae, you’ve completely abandoned him, and so his words hit harder than they should.
“You know what I mean,” you mumble weakly.
“Do I?” he replies, tilting his head. “Last I checked, people don’t usually show up at someone’s door at ten-thirty PM during a thunderstorm just to reminisce for “old times sake”. Are you here to drop some kind of plot twist on me? Did you kill someone? Is this an alibi visit?”
You let out a frustrated groan—leave it to Beomgyu to be as annoying as humanely possible as you try to get him to forgive you for your sins. "No, I didn't kill anyone. I just…I’ve been caught up with y'know like...everything and-”
You pause, glancing at your feet as you try to find the right words, the ones that make this moment make sense. You’d gone over this moment in your head a thousand times, but now, in front of him, it all seems so much harder to say.
“And?” he prompts.
“And in the middle of all the stupid exams and projects, I had this epiphany. Like, holy crap, when was the last time I actually saw my best friend? The one person who gets all my dumb jokes, who knows all my weird habits, and somehow still puts up with me.”
His face visibily softens and he nods slowly, picking at the crumbs on his plate. "Epiphany took a long ass time.”
You smile, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. Without thinking, you stand up from your seat and walk over to him. He looks up just in time for you to wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a tight hug. It only takes him a moment before he completely melts into the embrace, his arms circling your waist. “I missed you, you dork,” you whisper into his hair.
He leans into you, seemingly satisfied. “That’s all I get?” he mumbles, his voice muffled against your shoulder, but there’s no mistaking the smile in his words. “A quick hug after you’ve been ignoring your best friend for, like, forever?”
“You’ll get a little present later, besides you love me too much to stay mad.”
He nestles his head against you, his grip around your waist tightening just a bit. “Yeah, I really do.” he murmurs.
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The Buddy System.
You don’t know if that rollercoaster is any good? The Buddy System. Beomgyu can go on it and tell you if he thinks it’s possible for you to ride without throwing up right after. Beomgyu’s feeling squeamish over that plate of food? The Buddy System— you’ll try it out for him and accurately determine whether it’s gyu-gestable or …not. Years of practice has had you know exactly what his picky habits can allow him to consume.
Those are the more normal instances you’ve used it, there were other peculiar times like when Beomgyu asked you to test out the temperature of his bathwater—with your elbow, like you were checking a baby’s bath. He stood there, fully clothed, watching you as you leaned over the tub, dipping your elbow into the water with the seriousness of a professional thermometer. “Too hot,” you’d say, adjusting the faucet until he gave a nod of approval.
Actually, now that you’re really going over every instance you’ve used it, you think all of the weird ones were Beomgyu’s doing.
Like the time when it was the summer of senior year, the last summer before you went off to college, Beomgyu had recurring nightmares and was convinced that if you fell asleep holding his hand, you’d somehow end up in his dream and could “fix it” from the inside. You tried to explain that dreams didn’t work that way, but he wouldn’t budge. So, there you were, two grown teenagers, lying in a dark room, hands clasped like some kind of paranormal experiment. It didn’t work, of course, but Beomgyu insisted he slept better knowing you were “on the job.”
So therefore…asking this of him would just…even it out, right? Right?
Beomgyu sits up abruptly, causing the carefully arranged pillows to collapse around him, and a few stuffed animals to topple over onto his lap. His eyes are wide, and his voice cracks as he practically yelps, "What?"
Holy shit, who are you kidding.
“This was the little present?”
You shift uncomfortably in the small, now even more cramped space, suddenly wishing you could burrow into the pile of blankets and disappear. “It’s weird, I know, like really weird and it’s okay if you don’t want to. I just thought—”
You take a deep breath. “I just—I want to try it with him and—I don’t know, maybe it won’t feel good and-"
“You thought I’d be the one to—” he waves the box around, his voice higher than usual, “—to test this out for you?”
“I mean, buddy system, right?” you offer weakly, your confidence crumbling completely. “We’ve done other things for each other… not like this, but…” your voice trails off as you fidget with the edge of the blanket beneath you.
Beomgyu just blinks at you. And in the long, awkward silence that follows you realize how absurd your request sounds. Hey, can you try out this butt plug for me because my faith in this relationship with my boyfriend is so fragile I’m afraid I might ruin it completely by doing the normal thing of suggesting and exploring different ways of pleasuring each other? Don’t forget that it’s a butt plug! I’m asking you to insert something up in your ass. Up your ass.
The fairy lights cast soft shadows on his face—he’s staring at you, but you’re too caught up in your embarrassment to notice the way his gaze lingers just a little too long, or how eventually, his expression softens.
Before he can stop himself, he blurts out, “Does he know you’re here?”
You freeze, caught off guard. “Who?”
“Your boyfriend,” he says, his voice quieter now, almost hesitant. “Does he know you’re here? With me?”
“Uh, no… he doesn’t,” you admit, shifting uncomfortably again. “I mean, it’s late, and I just wanted to see you. It’s not a big deal, right?”
Beomgyu swallows hard, his gaze dropping to the stuffed bear in his lap, which seems to be staring back at him with wide, unblinking eyes. “Yeah… right. No big deal.”
The silence stretches on, thick and awkward, until finally, he lets out a long, exaggerated sigh. “Okay,” he resigns. “This is, hands down, the weirdest thing you’ve ever asked me to do, but… yeah, okay. I’ll do it.”
You blink again, not expecting him to actually agree. “Wait, seriously?” A huge smile breaks across your face as you lean forward, your excitement palpable. “I can’t believe you’re actually saying yes! Oh my god, Gyu, thank you! I thought for sure you were going to think I was crazy and—”
But then, almost as quickly as your excitement flared up, it dims slightly, and you glance at him with a more serious expression. The guilt’s creeping up. “You know you don’t have to do this, right? It’s been a while since we’ve hung out and I mean, I don’t want you to feel like I’m forcing you or anything—”
"Are you holding a gun to my head?”
“No, but-"
“Then I’m fine,” he says, though his voice softens as he adds, “Seriously, it’s okay. I’ll do it. Who cares.”
You pout looking at your best friend because for the millionth time in your life, you feel that familiar warmth in your chest at the reassurance that no matter what, Beomgyu’s always there to back you up.
“You’re the best, Gyu. You don’t even know it yet, but you’ll probably be responsible for our wedding,” you say, sighing dreamily, “I’ll make sure to shout you out.”
Suddenly, his expression changes. He frowns deeply, and before you can process it, he grabs the nearest plushie—a soft, squishy bear—and hurls it at you with a grumble. “Yeah, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
Your mouth falls open at the bear hitting you square in the chest. The audacity! But before you can even think about launching a counterattack, Beomgyu is already on the move.
In one swift motion, he snatches up the pink box, waving it above his head like a white flag of retreat, quickly scrambling out of the fort, the pillows and blankets collapsing behind him in his rush to escape.
You take back everything nice you’ve thought of him thirty seconds ago.
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Beomgyu’s cheeks are a bit pink when he comes back twenty minutes later, and you notice it when you look up from your phone, where you’ve been meticulously studying the app’s settings. He looks uncharacteristically bashful, avoiding your gaze as he settles back in with you— the fort looking almost as good as it did before Beomgyu nuked it and ran away.
“Did you put it in?” you ask, trying to gauge his reaction.
He glances at you briefly before quickly looking away, the blush on his cheeks deepening. "Yup. Lubed it up pretty well."
You raise an eyebrow, skeptical. "Did you really, or are you fucking with me?"
Beomgyu's response is immediate, and a little too defensive. "Do you want me to show you my asshole or something? I have it in!"
"God, okay!" you say in exasperation, throwing your hands up in mock surrender.
Your mood takes a complete flip as you grin wickedly, wiggling your phone, the app open and ready. "So... ready for the fun part?"
His eyes widen slightly, and you catch the way his breath hitches as he realizes what you mean. His cheeks flush even more as he swallows hard. "Wait, you're not actually gonna…”
There isn’t any incentive for him to lie but you still don’t fully believe him. You’ve heard that first times have guys struggling a little, he’d be a lot more fidgety than he is now. You narrow your eyes as you glance from your phone to his face, experimentally turning up the setting to its highest volume, just to see if he's really telling the truth.
The reaction is immediate. Beomgyu's eyes widen in shock, and blood rushes to his cheeks, turning him a deep shade of red. His whole body tenses as he grips the blanket beneath him, his breath hitching.
"Hey! Turn it down! It—it-fuck!" he stammers, his voice strained and breathy as he squirms in place.
You quickly dial back the intensity, watching as he takes a few deep breaths, trying to recover. You didn't mean to push him that far, but now there's no doubt in your mind that he wasn't lying. He really did go through with it.
"I didn't think it'd be that intense," you say, genuinely concerned. "Are you okay?"
He hangs his head low, nodding.
You can't help but giggle at his reaction, though you feel a little guilty for pushing him so hard. "Sorry, I just had to make sure."
He gives you a look that's somewhere between a pout and a glare, still clearly embarrassed. "Well, now you know. It's definitely in, and it's definitely working."
You ruffle his head. "Alright, I won't push it any further. Just let me know when it's too much, okay?"
Beomgyu groans, his voice dropping a little, betraying a note of something more than just embarrassment. "Why do I let you talk me into these things?" he mumbles, mostly to himself.
You ignore him, grinning as you observe him, slowly turning up the vibrations to a slow, steady hum. “Notes? How does it feel?”
Beomgyu stiffens, his eyes widening as the first wave of vibrations hits him. "Oh... my god," he squeaks, his voice shaky and a bit breathless. "This is... this is so weird."
You narrow your eyes. “Bad weird or good weird?”
He looks at you, his bottom lip jutted out into a pout, as if he’s not quite sure how to articulate what he’s feeling. “It’s just… weird, okay? Full. Like, not bad but… not normal either. It’s… it’s like—ugh, why are you making me explain this?”
You fold your arms, deciding to push him a little more to get the information that you actually want. “Is it, like, ‘I can get used to this’ weird, or ‘please stop this right now’ weird?”
Beomgyu huffs, clearly flustered. “I don’t know! It’s… kind of both? Like… it’s weird, but maybe kind of good? I don’t know!” He’s squirming now, obviously uncomfortable but not entirely hating it either.
“So…you’re saying you’re into it?” you tease, leaning in closer with a mischievous grin, wiggling your brows playfully.
The words slip out before you can fully think them through, the playful energy between you both making it easy to forget the boundaries that normally exist. Especially considering that you have a boyfriend of seven months waiting at home.
You’re too far gone to care.
His eyes widen even more, his blush deepening as he quickly shakes his head, shuffling away from you a bit. “N-no! I mean… not like that, I just—” His voice trails off, and he swallows hard, clearly struggling to find the right words.
You bite your lip, gradually increasing the intensity, curious. His expression tightens, and a soft, involuntary moan escapes his lips before he can stop it.
"Okay, okay, that's... that's enough!" he says, his voice a mix of panic and something more, his breathing coming out in quick, uneven gasps as he clearly tries to hold himself together.
Interesting.
A slow smirk spreads across your face, “Just a little more,” you coax. “You’re doing great.”
“Fuck, stop teasing me!” he whines, but his voice is breathier now, and there's a definite edge of something more in the way he looks at you, his pupils slightly dilated.
You watch him, the way he tries to keep his mouth in a thin line, a façade that crumbles the moment you notice the way his left leg shakes— you’re intrigued. You've never seen him like this—so vulnerable, so out of control—and it's both unsettling and fascinating. If there’s a possibility this is exactly how your boyfriend would act with something up his ass, you’d spend hundreds on a collection.
You clear your throat, realizing its been silent for too long. “So?”
He’s fast to catch on. “I—I don’t hate it. I think it’s hitting my prost—holy shit, d-did you just turn it up again?”
You hesitate, your gaze shifting away from his. “No…” you mumble, the lie unconvincing even to your own ears. The accusatory stare he gives you is impossible to ignore, burning through your feigned innocence.
Eventually, you give in, sighing in defeat. “Alright, only to a different rhythm. Is it worse? Should I—”
You pause abruptly when you see his reaction. Beomgyu’s eyes tightly screw shut, his jaw clenching and for a moment, you worry that you’ve pushed too far, that this time you’ve actually overstepped. But then he lets out a breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly.
“If it was worse, you would be pure evil but uh—no, no, it’s okay. It’s… better.”
You can’t let the genuine relief washing over you run its full course because you feel a spark of something more exciting running down your spine. You gulp— the hot, stuffiness of the fort becomes increasingly unbearable by the minute. “Better?”
He nods, though his movements are slow, deliberate, like he's testing the waters before fully committing to his answer. "Yeah... better," he repeats, his voice more certain this time. His eyes flutter open, and a cute, determined face replaces the more bashful Beomgyu you were getting pretty comfortable playing with.
For the second time tonight, an awkward silence overtakes you both and he leans back against the pillows, fiddling nervously with the drawstrings of his hoodie, his fingers picking at the fabric as if trying to find some distraction.
The silence stretches on until suddenly, Beomgyu moves. Without warning, he starts to pull at the hem of his hoodie, yanking it up and over his head in one swift motion.
“Whoa, whoa, what’re you doing?” you blurt out as you watch him toss his hoodie to the side, leaving him in just a thin undershirt. You’re completely caught off guard, and for a moment, all you can do is stare at him, the sight of his flushed skin and tousled hair making your heart, for the first time, race.
For …Beomgyu.
He looks back at you, sheepish. “It’s hot,” he says simply.
You blink, still processing. “Yeah, but…” you trail off, realizing you don’t really have an argument. The air’s pretty darn thick and stifling.
“Okay, fair enough,” you say finally, trying to play it off with a casual shrug. “I mean, it is pretty warm in here.”
“…Right.”
You’re acting weird. Even Beomgyu’s noticing. You’re losing the upper hand.
“Uh, th-there’s another setting,” you stammer, quickly looking down at your phone in your hand, avoiding his gaze. “Wanna try it out? To see which one feels better.”
He hums in approval, his response casual, almost nonchalant, like he's confident nothing can catch him off guard.
But that confidence doesn’t last long.
The second you make the switch, his body jolts, a gasp slipping out before he can stop it. “How…how is it?” you ask anyway.
Beomgyu’s response is more of a whimper than anything else, his lips parting as he struggles to form coherent words. “It’s…oh god…it’s—" His voice catches in his throat, and it happens again. Loud and unrestrained. This time, it’s unmistakable.
Beomgyu's eyes widen in horror as the sound leaves his lips, his hand flying up to clap over his mouth in a desperate attempt to stifle any more noises. His cheeks flush a deep, burning red, and you can see the sheer embarrassment etched into his expression as he tries to hide his face, mortified by his own reaction.
You didn’t plan this. Not at all. But you cannot for the life of you even get yourself to feel an ounce of guilt for the way your underwear uncomfortably sticks to your heat.
Your gaze drops lower, and there it is-the clear strain in his pants, “Uh…Gyu…?” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper as your eyes flicker back up to his face.
Your mind is spinning, caught between disbelief and the sudden rush of arousal that floods right to your lower abdomen.
Beomgyu doesn't respond immediately. He's too busy fighting his own body, his breaths coming in shallow, rapid gasps as he tries to regain some semblance of control. His hand remains firmly over his mouth, his eyes squeezed shut as if he's trying to will himself to disappear, to erase the moment that just happened.
It's overly dramatic, of course-classic Beomgyu, always a tinge extra when he's overwhelmed. But instead of finding it annoying like you might have at any other time, it strikes you as incredibly…endearing.
The way his reactions are so genuine, so unguarded, makes him seem almost innocent in a way that tugs at your heart. He looks like a confused, flustered puppy than anything else.
The way he's covering his mouth, is almost comical in its futility-especially when another small, muffled whimper slips past his fingers. “Beomgyu,” you call out, your voice soft but insistent. “I need you to look at me.”
"I-I can't—" he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper as he tries to form coherent thoughts. "This is... it's t-too much..."
You tilt your head, “Do you want me to turn it off?”
“No! Just... I don't know..." he breathes out, his voice strained, as if he's not entirely sure what he's asking for. “Please.”
Something stirs within you, and before you know it, you’re moving closer to him, reaching out your hand to rest on his arm—you think it’d help comfort him. But he only takes that opportunity to bury his head in your neck a few seconds later.
Your heart pounds in your chest but you try to not give it any more attention. You’re supposed to be here for your friend.
“You’re doing so well, Beom,” you whisper, your voice steady and reassuring as you gently rub his arm. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. It’s just us here—you can let go. It’s just me.”
A soft, almost cute whimper escapes him as he nods against you, his breath warm against your skin.
Beomgyu's eyes flutter shut, and you can tell your words are having an effect on him, his resolve crumbling with each passing second, the twitch in his pants making it clear he’s barely holding on. “It’s okay,” you reassure.
Maybe it’s not. But you technically weren’t doing anything physical—it’s not wrong on your behalf, right? But as you rub your thighs subtly, trying to relieve something, that guilt is just as incessant.
You watch the way Beomgyu’s hand moves—hesitantly at first, as if he's not sure what he's doing or if he should even be doing it. But then he turns his head up to look at you, and you’re once again, caught off guard. His eyes look like they’re searching for something, focus shifting from one place to another. And you’re left feeling like you’re under a microscope, until it seems like he found what he’s looking for because his fingers finally brush against the waistband of his pants.
“Are you—are you sure this is okay?” he asks softly. And you nod. Almost too fast.
Maybe you should close your eyes. If not for the respect of the relationship that you’ve completely forgotten of once you had Beomgyu in your arms, at least for your best friend’s pride.
Actually, you don’t think he minds. If the strangled groan that comes out his pretty lips were anything to go by. He fumbles for his hard, aching cock, flinging it out and stroking it furiously almost the second he gets his hands on it and your eyes only manage to widen at the sight.
For lack of better words, you gawk.
“It’s not disappointing or anything, huh?” he tries to joke, but his breaths too strung out, too gone for even that.
Your mouth dries. Far from it.
This is the one time your boyfriend comes to mind in a while, and its not favorable. Beomgyu’s not bigger—he’s not small either, but that’s not your focus—rather the pearly bead that bubbles atop of the tiny slit, the head a deep pink, the way its veins pulses as his pace falters at your silence. That small bead of fluid oozing down his shaft, tracing the lines of the delicate veins. The curves, every little detail. He’s perfect. More perfect than you’ve ever seen.
It seems you took way too long for Beomgyu’s liking and self confidence so he looks elsewhere, “Is…it?”
You blink, almost forgetting your predicament, lost in your admiration of him. "No, no, of course not. It's—it's pretty," you reply, your words tumbling out in a rush as you try to reassure him.
But instead of calming him, your words have the opposite effect. His shoulders shake, and suddenly, he's burying himself back into your shoulder, his hand completely abandoning his cock. "H-hahh-" he pants, his breath hitching as he begins to hiccup, overwhelmed by his emotions.
“Are you—are you crying?”
“You just called my dick pretty,” he seems to sob a bit more at that, soaking your shirt, feeling the dampness spreading across your chest. “You hate it. It looks bad.”
You're at a loss for words, completely thrown by his reaction. You struggle to pry him off you, your hands gently but firmly gripping his shoulders as you try to pull back just enough to look him in the face. "What?! No!" you exclaim, your voice rising with urgency. "Pretty means pretty. Fuck, don't cry, it's perfect, Beomgyu. It looks perfect, I swear."
His hiccups slow as your words sink in, and you can see the tension in his shoulders begin to ease. He sniffles softly, wiping at his tears with the back of his hand, his breathing gradually becoming steadier. As the emotional intensity lessens gradually, you with no control of your own, redirect your attention to his poor cock. It’s rock hard. He looks like he needs some soothing so you think to do the sensible thing. The…right thing?
Beomgyu lets out a small, shaky laugh, trying to lighten the mood despite everything that's just happened. "Man... I think this plug’s really messed with my vulnerability or something," he jokes weakly, his voice still wavering as he tries to regain his composure. “Had me crying pretty fas—"
His rant pauses at a hilt. He meets your gaze as you fully wrap your hand around his shaft after he just witnessed you quickly spit on your palm.
He doesn’t question it. At all. In fact, the moment your hand’s on him, there’s no hesitation in the way he spreads his legs wider, his pants responsively moving down to pool around his ankles.
A soft, whiny sound escapes him, and he leans into your touch, his eyes drooping, face contorting cutely. “O-oh…I…I..”
“Shhh, I got you pretty,” you whisper. His cock’s soft to the touch, and wet. When you glide your hand up and down, even slowly, it makes an unpleasantly wet, dirty sound.
He’s very reactive to the endearing nickname that feels almost too natural slipping out of your lips of all people. “P-pretty..” he repeats, sighing, almost dazedly. A complete goner.
You squeeze him and he lets out another needy, low moan and wraps his arms around your waist. Your heart pounds at how clingy he is, it feels like it’s about to burst. "Ahhh...f-fuck…” He moans against your neck, a highly pitched sound only a woman could make, feeling a trail of saliva traveling down from the corner of his mouth.
You almost cum untouched at the sight of him, at the pretty, almost perfectly described as heavenly sinful sounds he’s making. A sheen of sweat has formed on his forehead, his hair damp at the edges, and it somehow makes him look better.
His body tenses beneath your touch, you can feel the warmth of his skin, the sweat slicking his brow, and the way his breath catches in his throat. Then, suddenly, he lets out a choked cry, his voice breaking as he bucks his hips just slightly. The movement is involuntary, desperate, as if his body is moving on its own, seeking out the final bit of friction it needs.
And then it happens.
Beomgyu gasps sharply, his body going rigid as he reaches his peak. He shudders violently, his chest heaving as he shoots strings of his load, the warm, sticky fluid spilling out. You react quickly, instinctively guiding the release towards him, watching as it lands all over his tummy and a bit on his chest.
You're struck by how quickly it happened—how you'd only had him in your hand for a few seconds before he came. His chest heaves, his breathing ragged and uneven as he slowly comes down from the high.
For a moment, there's nothing but the sound of his breathing, the soft rise and fall of his chest as he tries to steady himself.
Finally, he looks down at the mess on his stomach and chest, a soft, almost sheepish smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
And for whatever reason, that has an effect on you. He looks so endearing in this moment—his lips slightly parted, his lashes brushing against his flushed skin, his hair perfectly tousled and falling over his eyes—
You're completely lost in the sight of him, practically mesmerized by how perfect he looks and your mind starts to drift until suddenly his voice breaks through your thoughts.
"Did you hear me?" he asks. "Doofus, turn it off. It's starting to make my asshole sore."
Your romantic daze shatters like glass.
Blinking rapidly, your face transforms into a shocked scowl, the absurdity of the situation hitting you all at once. "Wait, what?" you stammer.
Beomgyu raises an eyebrow at you, clearly expecting a response. But as the moment stretches on, your brain lags behind as you try to process what he just said.
Then it clicks.
"Oh, right!" you gasp, fumbling with your phone as you quickly find the app and turn off the plug, mortification creeping up your spine. What an absolute bust.
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a/n: well well well. in the first draft he was made to eat his own cum but i felt maybe this fic wasnt the one for that😊😊 Unfortunately for some, fortunate for others🤔 anyway tell me how u enjoyed beomgyu getting his ass stimulated in a poorly made fort lol
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Thief of your money, and thief of your heart - Choi Su-Bong/Thanos x reader + Twin brother! Nam-Gyu part 1
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Summary: Growing up with Nam-Gyu as an idiot twin and his idiot best friend was difficult, especially knowing you had feelings for your brother's best friend, until they ended up pulling you into the crypto scam somehow resulting in you leaving them behind, not knowing in a few short weeks you'd be trapped with them playing for money and your life
Warnings: None really other than the fight scene with player 333 which you take part in
Growing up with an older twin brother had to be your punishment from a past life, both him and his obnoxious friends were your personal hell, because of your family's financial situation, whenever you both turned twenty they helped you get an apartment together, now even though you hated your older brother, Nam Gyu, with a passion, you occasionally felt bad for him, so whenever you got enough money to finally get your own place, you stayed. Your biggest mistake? Leaving your wallet out for them to access one night, your brother sending you thousands of wons in debt.
You left not too long after that, choosing to live with your friend rather than your brother, at that point you hated even having the same last name as him. After you left it took two days before Thanos was blowing your phone up, asking if you were okay, calling his best friend an idiot, you never answered though, feeling as if Thanos was partially at fault for your brothers actions, he was the one who showed Nam-gyu that stupid dalmatian crypto site.
You never took yourself as the person to play games for money, but whenever the man told you it'd be enough to cover your debts and more, you were compelled, knowing this might be a sign from the universe to start trying again. As you woke up in the room you were sadly mistaken, seeing the familiar stupid faces of your brother and friend, of course they'd be here too, they were idiots. As you slowly climbed down the bunk beds you looked around at how many people were actually here, seeing numbers as high as 456. Thanos cheered seeing his best friend, Nam-Gyu, rushing over he hugged his friend, confident that they'd win now.
As they followed through the picture taking process, Nam-Gyu couldn't help but notice the familiar h/c and style of his sister, his heart dropping as he pointing you out to Thanos and he confirmed. Walking onto the field you looked around, determined to beat those assholes so you can have some sort of revenge against them. Thanos walked through, his and Nam-Gyu's eyes quickly falling onto your frame trying to hide behind somebody, ignoring the crazy ass man shouting something about dying, more concerned with why you had disappeared. You were quick to take notice of the two men advancing on you, forcing you to dive deeper into the crowd hoping to lose them, as the game began you were a little more confident you had lost them until you heard gunshots and a familiar voice calling 'tag' in a taunting tone. "Y/n" You heard a harsh tone snap from behind you as the doll turned it's head to face everybody calling red light "What're you doing here? It's not fucking safe" Your twin brother's voice seethed as you clenched your already formed fists, as soon as greenlight was called you were quick to take off, running away from your brother not wanting to be bothered by him. For a moment you felt like a kid again playing tag, Running away from Nam-Gyu and Su-Bong as they both tried to catch you, trying to torture you with some weird bug or gross thing they found, As you sprinted forward, Nam-gyu was quick behind you, Thanos, high off his high skipped down the field as he leaped into the air, tapping his heels in the air before freezing again whenever redlight was closed.
This time you were frozen behind your brother, your hand holding the back of his jacket, under false impressions that you were scared, Nam-gyu leaned more into your touch, resulting in you pulling him onto the sand in anger, going to rush past him but you stopped to look at him "Leave me alone. And tell him to leave me alone, I want nothing to do with either of you" You snapped before taking off, using your speed to leap over the line right as red light was called, you winced as you felt your palms and chin come in contact with the ground. Laying there for a moment to process exactly where the pain you felt was you noticed a looming shadow behind you "Nam-Gyu" You growled turning around ready to kick your brother in the shin before you stopped, his best friend stood a few feet in front of you, offering you a hand. "What to do you want" You asked harshly, trying to stay angry at Su-Bong while he was in front of you was hard, growing up with him you saw exactly what he went through, seeing his confused sad face you started to feel guilty for ignoring him, he wasn't the one you stole your wallet, he just showed your brother the stupid youtube channel and website.
"Senorita, Let Thanos the great help you" He smirked, crossing his arms after you pulled yourself to your feet, yea nevermind, you hated him again after that line. You rolled your eyes as you turned away "I do not ever want your help again" You replied flipping him off as you watched the other players rush to the end, as the time got closer to 00:00 you were getting nervous, watching your brother still struggling to get across the field, with every person that got shot running next to him the more time he'd take before he started running again, as soon as you glanced and saw a minute left you huffed walking past the purple haired high man that was desperately trying to get you to respond to his flirting. Rushing back onto the field you saw your brother's glare that was directed towards you, you didn't care though, as much as you hated him sometimes, you still cared about him..sometimes. Taking his hand in yours you gave him a reassuring squeeze "As soon as it's greenlight?" You asked giving him a nervous glance, Nam-Gyu wanted to drop to his knees and just get eliminated now, but as you came rushing back grabbing his hand he knew he had to get you back to the safety of the end of the field, he made a promise whenever you both moved out to make sure you were taken care of, and while he might've fucked up big time, he still intended on keeping that promise.
Whenever the speakers announced greenlight you pulled your brother's hand in yours, making sure he kept up with you as you ran, glancing at the timer you felt yourself start to panic, you were still on redlight and you only had ten seconds left with about 30 feet of field to clear still. Noticing your panicked state Thanos started to think, trying to get you both to run faster than you ever had, that's whenever it dawned on him, as the doll called greenlight Su-bong was quick to jump up to the front of the crowd, standing on the edge of the line "Guys!! Wasps!" He shouted loudly, watching as you let go of your brothers hand taking off, Nam-gyu quick behind you as he lifted you up over his shoulder as he ran past, slamming into his friend as he crossed the line with you into safety.
As you approached the doors to leave, your brother's hand was quick to catch your wrist "Y/n?.." He whispered, you just offered him a empathetic smile before walking off shaking your head, just because you helped him doesn't mean you forgave him or wanted to speak to you. Walking into the giant rooms the two men were still hot on your trail, refusing to leave your side, as you sat down you watched as Su-Bong demanded for your brother to get your guys' dinner, once you were alone he turned to you "Y/n..I've been trying to apologize for weeks now" He frowned resting a hand on your shoulder, you huffed fighting your wants, you were good at hiding it, especially with the two idiots being the people you were hiding it from, but you had a crush on Su-Bong, you had since you were teenagers and he'd try rapping cheesy lines to you through your bedroom door after you'd slam it in his face. Throughout the years of you playing hard to get, Su-Bong never gave up, he'd fuck other chicks, but that's all he'd call them 'chicks' or 'thanos' bitches' if they were overly obsessed with him, you were always 'Senorita' 'Baby' or 'my muse'. Regardless you shoved his hand off glaring at him "I'd never be in debt if it weren't for you" You snapped, shoving him back a bit, he just gave you an offended look "I didn't do anything! Your brother did! and that kid!" He shouted pointing over to a player that was trying to stay hidden on his bed, your head immediately snapped over glaring at him. Su-Bong knew he couldn't stop what was coming next as you stormed past him, Nam-Gyu caught your gaze as you stormed past him, you were determined, this guy was the entire reason you were here, that your brother was here, that Su-Bong was here.
"Hey! Cryptobitch!" You shouted as you stormed over, watching as the boy tried to move away, you were quick to cut him off, stopping him as he got to the floor, as he tried to turn the opposite direction you noticed Su-Bong stopping him walking him backwards towards you "The lady was talking to you" He snapped, Nam-Gyu quick to rush over so he could turn player 333 around to face you "yea man, it's rude to ignore a lady like that" he added on, Su-Bong quickly smacking the back of the players head "Don't you have any manners?" He snapped, you glared at him, balling up your fists before punching him clear across the jaw "That's for taking all of my money!" You shouted before throwing another punch "That's for encouraging those two idiots to lose their money to your stupid shit!" Another punch "This is for making me hate my fucking brother!" You screamed standing up, delivering a swift kid to his side before huffing "And that's for making me hate the person I loved for years!" As you panted you noticed another player approaching "Children! Let's not fight!" 001 Shouted, watching as Su-Bong and Nam-Gyu stopped their abuse on the player that scammed them out of their money for a moment "I am not! A fucking child!" You yelled marching over, ready to fight him as well before he quickly putting you in a bear hug, grabbing your wrist and shoving you away as he knocked your brother down, grabbing Su-Bong by the throat.
By the time you recovered from your fall the boys were standing up, rubbing different parts of their bodies in pain from player 001 kicking their asses. As you sat you bed glaring at 333 Su-bong made his way over to you, grabbing your jaw gently to look for any bruises or cuts "Are you okay?" He asked looking around for your brother "I'm fine, are you?" You asked, you'd be lying if you said you weren't charmed by him having your back earlier, but you wouldn't admit that, not yet, you didn't want either of them thinking you forgave them just yet, you wanted them to realize how badly they fucked up first.
You spent the last few hours before lights out using the boys' jackets to clean up any busted lips or cuts they may have gotten during the fight, never noticing the way Su-Bong looked at you the entire time, or the way he stayed up half of the night in shifts with Nam-Gyu to make sure nobody tried to fuck with you while you slept.
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bad mouther, hole master
TG: kissing with tongue is gross as hell
CG: COME THE FUCK OFF IT.
TG: what
CG: I'M SAYING SHUT UP.
TG: oh
CG: IT'S NOT THAT WEIRD. IT'S LIKE THE NATURAL PROGRESSION OF REGULAR KISSING TO EVENTUALLY INCLUDE THAT. IF YOU HAD ANY SEMBLANCE OF ROMANCE GHOSTING THROUGH THE DEVOLVING REMNANTS OF YOUR THINKPAN YOU'D APPRECIATE WHAT IT BRINGS TO THE NUTRITION PLATFORM OF ANY CONSENTING CONCUPISCENT RELATIONSHIP!
TG: youre talking about it like its a goddamn military weapon or some shit
TG: some kinda scientific fuckin method to fondle a dudes mouth with your own mouth thats
TG: thats gross
TG: this isnt supposed to be a debate before fuckin congress on the pros and cons of getting your mack on
TG: its i would say a reasonably personal thing to react about and thats just my reaction man you dont gotta arbitrate it
TG: and like why the hell do they have to linger on it so long in these movies do they really want me to immerse myself in people necking each other that much
TG: roll the sounds around in my earholes like im swilling a fine fuckin wine
TG: well my professional opinion is that shit tastes and sounds mad gross and tbh i havent seen a single movie where it was close to being any kind of necessary
TG: its just a cringy waste of everyones time
CG: YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT, AND I DISAGREE WITH EVERYTHING THAT COMES OUT OF YOUR IGNORANCE GASH, YOU LUMP OF TIGHT-LIPPED CLUELESSNESS.
TG: did you just homestar me
CG: FOR THE SAKE OF ARGUMENT, SINCE YOU'RE APPARENTLY DESPERATE TO START SHIT WITH ME RIGHT NOW: HAVE YOU EVER EVEN DONE IT?
TG: hell no
CG: THANK YOU FOR PROVING MY POINT.
TG: proving your point--
TG: bro have uh
TG: have YOU???
CG: EXCUSE ME? HAVE I WHAT?
TG: come on
TG: i walked into this stupid conversation with a fucking shovel and by god am i digging myself a damn hole big and wide enough for every dave across time to squeeze in so i might as well get cosy in this shit before we all start collectively shoving dirt in our mouths
TG: bet your ass im taking you down with me though
TG: grab your spade and get digging man
CG: GRAB MY WHAT????????
TG: just tell me
CG: ???????!!!!!!!!
TG: karkat
CG: NO!
TG: f-
CG: WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM!!!!! WHAT PART OF "SHUT UP" DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND????
TG: wait no
TG: oh my god dude
TG: you can spin that shit all you want but you can do it the hell away from me
TG: i do not need to be hip to your weirdo foursquare fantasies
TG: patently not my business
CG: STOP RIGHT THERE. JUST SHUT IT. I AM PUTTING US OUT OF OUR MISERY RIGHT NOW. I AM CONDUCTING AN ACT OF MERCY ON THIS INSANE FUCKING CONVERSATION AND YOU ARE GOING TO ZIP YOUR LIPS AND TAKE IT.
CG: HERE IT IS: YOUR SINGLE OPPORTUNITY TO PRETEND YOU NEVER SAID THAT TO ME. I AM GOING TO FORGET YOU MADE A COMPLETE MOCKERY OF ME AND MY CULTURE THIS ONE TIME. AND LET YOU CONTINUE TO DIG YOUR STUPID, SHITTY HOLE.
CG: AND DAVE, I AM BEGGING YOU NOT TO WASTE IT.
CG: TO ANSWER YOUR SHOCKINGLY INAPPROPRIATE QUESTION, NO I HAVE NOT DONE IT.
CG: WHO GIVES A FLYING FUCK.
CG: HAPPY?
TG: ……..
TG: way to defuse the situation solid work
TG: real gold star effort grabbin that lit wick and blowing on it
TG: ok first of all you asked me first so dont act like im the one being a weirdo about this
TG: second of all i didnt mean it like that and you know it
TG: THIRD of all what the hell was the point of engaging the knightly theatrics then if you cant even verify that shit
CG: WELL FUCK, SORRY DAVE! I GUESS I'M JUST A FUCKING ROMANCE ENTHUSIAST! I GUESS I GIVE A MAJOR SHIT ABOUT THE THING YOU'RE OPENLY MOCKING TO MY FACE! IS THAT SO IMPOSSIBLE FOR YOU TO WRAP YOUR THOUGHT SPONGE AROUND?
CG: AND IT WAS COMPLETELY REASONABLE FOR ME TO ASK YOU THAT, YOU CONGEALED FETID NOOKSTAIN! MY STATUS ON THE MATTER HAS LITERALLY NOTHING TO DO WITH THE POINT EITHER OF US IS TRYING TO MAKE.
CG: TRY TO KEEP YOUR NUGBONE FROM CAVING IN ON ITSELF WHEN I DROP THIS BOMBSHELL: I'M ALLOWED TO HAVE OPINIONS ON THINGS I ACTUALLY KNOW ABOUT, EVEN IF I HAVEN'T DONE THEM! I DON'T JUST GO TROUNCING THE FUCK ABOUT LOBBING MY UNFOUNDED OPINIONS AT PEOPLE LIKE I KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT ANYTHING. UNLIKE SOMEONE WHO MAY OR MAY NOT BE INVOLVED IN THIS CONVERSATION WE'RE HAVING RIGHT NOW!
TG: youre
CG: I’M TALKING ABOUT YOU BY THE WAY. THE SOMEONE IS YOU.
TG: oh gimme a break
TG: bro youre going apeshit over something you havent even done
TG: you know what that sounds like to me it sounds like an overcompensating fake fan who doesnt get any
TG: you heard of troll napoleon complex
CG: AT LEAST I ACTUALLY FORMED MY OPINION BASED ON CAREFUL CONSIDERATION --
TG: -- oh yeah i bet huh
CG: -- INSTEAD OF JUST BANKING ON NUBJERK --
TG: -- not a real thing you just said
CG: -- REACTIONS AND WRINKLING MY SNIFF NUB AT ANY SIGNS OF GENUINE PHYSICAL INTIMACY!
TG: stop saying nub
CG: YOU EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED BULGEWAD
TG: not too much worse than being a perpetual fountain of emotional diarrhea
CG: DON'T YOU DARE.
CG: DON'T YOU DARE TRY TO USE THAT AS A "GOTCHA", YOU--… YOU! FUCK!
TG: dude did you actually run out of insults
TG: okay this is getting concerning
TG: youre the international dude of verbal dunks
TG: that can not be happening
CG: AAGHRJRGHJRGRHJAGHRJGRHJAGRHJRGRHJRGRHRJR
TG: you cant run out of em youre like the ultimate peddler of hate
CG: YOU DON'T THINK I'M CRITICALLY AWARE OF THE HOOFBEASTSHIT I'M SPEWING NIGH FUCKING CONSTANTLY?! I AM PAINFULLY COGNIZANT OF HOW MORONIC EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS!!!!
TG: feel like ive done some damage here
CG: ESPECIALLY MYSELF!
TG: alright bud time to calm down
CG: YOU CALM DOWN!!!!
TG: okay whatever!
CG: WHATEVER!!!!!!!!
TG: jeez
TG: here
CG: UGH.
TG: yeah
TG: really glad stuff like this happens in private
CG: YEAH. SAME HERE.
CG: JEGUS, CAN WE GO BACK TO BEFORE WE HAD THIS CONVERSATION? I DON'T ASK YOU MANY FAVORS, SO SURELY YOUR SLURRY OF ILL-DEFINED TIME POWERS CAN ALLOW YOU TO DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT.
CG: JUST LIKE, WIPE THAT WHOLE THING OFF THE SLATE.
CG: LET'S START OVER. SAY, FIVE MINUTES AGO. HOW DOES THAT SOUND?
TG: what conversation?
CG: OKAY, GOTCHA.
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letters-to-lgbt-kids · 4 months ago
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My dear lgbt+ kids,
A topic that has been requested a few times lately is sexual fantasies (in a Sex Ed basics, „things you may be confused about if you’re young and/or don’t really have anyone to ask about this stuff“ kind of context) - and I think a lot of those basics can really be summarized in one sentence:
Sexual fantasies are not always real.
That may actually just be the biggest thing to understand when it comes to sexual fantasies: they do not always represent reality. There’s not always a real desire or even any meaning behind them at all. And that’s okay. That’s normal!
Let’s go into some detail here:
In real life, it could lead to real bad situations if you pursued someone who is straight or married or twice your age… but your celebrity crush may be all of that, and that’s fine. There’s nothing morally wrong or gross or problematic or whatever about that. Because it just doesn’t translate to real life. Yes, celebrities are real human beings, but your brain knows you’ll never actually end up in their bed and so it’s free to mentally explore situations you wouldn’t go for in real life. That’s actually a very common and healthy way to explore your sexuality and learn about yourself! Don’t give yourself a moral panic attack trying to apply real life logic to crushes on celebrities.
Some of your fantasies may not even involve you. This is also famously something that features celebrities (or fictional characters): you may fantasize about them doing things with each other rather than with you. This is, again, a completely normal thing and a healthy way to explore your sexuality! You’re not hurting them. They’re grown-ass adults working in the entertainment industry, they have better things to worry about than you occasionally fantasizing about them smooching their coworkers. It’s not real and it doesn’t affect them.
Some people may feel like the last two points need an obligatory “as long as you don’t harass them over it” addendum… but that goes regardless of whether you have sexual fantasies about them or not. You shouldn’t stalk or harass or threaten celebrities you do not fantasize either. That isn’t something unique to only people who have sexual fantasies. And if we act like it is, if we conflate fantasies with real-life harassment, I don’t think that’s actually about protecting people in the entertainment industry.  Demonizing private thoughts isn’t helping anyone, it’s just feeding into sex-negativity.
Moving on from the topic of celebrity crushes now:
I’ll not name explicit acts here because I do not want to cause the misunderstanding that I’m labeling these specific things as “weird” just because I used them to illustrate my point, but: it’s also pretty common to fantasize about acts you would not really go for in real life. There may be things you find really, really hot in your head but if someone asked you to do them in real life, you’d probably be like “Eh, no thanks”. This isn’t unusual and it neither means you are a sick pervert in your head nor does it mean you are boring in real life. It’s often just as simple as, well, real life coming with things that you can easily exclude from fantasy. Maybe those acts (or locations or dynamics or whatever) would simply feel uncomfortable or awkward or even silly in real life or they come with potential risks you are not willing to take in real life etc. And that’s fine! You don’t need to want to actually live out all your fantasies.
If you ever hear about specific fantasies that other people have that feel really shocking and disturbing to you and kinda make you go “People do that?? But that doesn’t sound like it’s safe or healthy to do” please know that these may very well be things people are in fact not doing. Even those people who are “living out” that specific fantasy may not actually do it. That’s because some things are really just lived out by playing pretend. People just talk about it or they role-play it, and it’s really just a playful exercise of imagination people partake in together.  
With all my love,
Your Tumblr Dad
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rafeshow · 5 months ago
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Part 2 of just for clicks 🥺😩🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 please
just for clicks .. pt. 2
hasanabi x fem!streamer!reader
tags : probably extremely out of character hasan (it’s been a minute since i’ve watched a stream pls let me live), use of y/n, angst, comfort, tension?, english isnt my first language, probably lots of inconsistency’s and errors.. lmk if i missed any tags !
a/n : heyyy ppl.. sososososo sorry for how long this has taken !! i’ve been very busy in my personal life and i’ve had extreme writers block, and no motivation to write for men tbh LMAOO. if you have any requests for fem streamer fanfics send them my way ig 😭. all that to say, again; im so terribly sorry for the delay with this fic. sorry if it’s awful, i’ve been writing it on and off for MONTHSSS. read part one here.
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You awoke around 3AM to a gentle knock at your apartment door. The current ‘situation’ Hasan had sprung the two of you into only mere hours ago had easily kept you up; having only been asleep for about 10 minutes at this point. It was like clockwork watching it play out; first the clips, then the comments against Hasan, followed by the people running to his defense, and of course the few content creators (who probably didnt meet him more than once) insisting they ‘always knew something was off about him’. It had been hours since it blew up, and other than responding to the few initial texts from your friends informing you of the situation, you had gone completely radio silent.
The saddest part was you werent even upset. Rather the opposite, your brain jumped through hoops trying to rationalize it. He just said it in the heat of the moment, he didnt mean it the way it came off, he was just defending himself, he just wanted to make his feelings clear. But of course, the rationalizing thoughts can only do so much to block out the harmful ones; you just really over-thought the way the two of you acted, it was never like that, you made it weird, its your fault.
But honestly, what else could you do? Sitting and ‘rotting’ (for lack of a better word) in bed was much more appealing than the other options. Yes you could hop online and defend yourself, be mad about it, say how gross it was for him to insinuate you'd do anything for views, talk about how weird it is for him to get that pressed over a fan video. Or, you could always flee and take the sad victim side, let all your friends do the talking for you, leave little comments like ‘i didnt know he thought of me that way’ and profusely apologize. But none of that would be you being honest. Of course you wanted to defend yourself, of course you were sad and beating yourself up about it, but you wanted nothing more than to just sit and wallow in it for a while. Avoid the inevitable for as long as possible.
Your friends had all been bombarding you with messages and calls, but your phone was long past muted and set aside. Before going awol you left most of them with a brief ‘im going to sleep it off’ message, but judging by the still persistent notifications, youd assume that didn't ease their minds at all.
Youd been aimlessly watching a show for a few hours at this point, lulling in and out of sleep and tuning out the sound of your phone for the most part. The sudden knock at your door was a change in pace though, the sound snapping you out of the static and fog buzzing around in your head. No, the idea of one of your friends driving over to check on you wasn't all that out of the question. You lived just outside of L.A, far enough from most of your friends to feel like a nuisance asking anybody to drive to come visit you, but not far enough where you couldn't justify driving there yourself. You sat up, adjusting your loose sweatpants where they hung low on your hips. After a bit of quick process of elimination, you figured it was QT; one of your closer (and most considerate) friends. Because of this, you opted not to throw a shirt on to cover yourself, clad in a just a comfortable sports bra.
You shuffled your way over to the door, throwing on the best smile you could manage before twisting the knob and opening it. You were surprised when you had to adjust your eyes upwards, the figure at your door towering over where QT would normally reside. As you took him in, it didnt take long for an exhausted sigh to leave you. It was Hasan. There he stood, still sporting his typical tall and broodingly aloof aesthetic, even despite being moderately hunched over and with concern etched in every inch of his stature. You couldnt help but notice how unsure he looked. Anxious. No, Hasan wasnt always the most outgoing and ‘go-lucky’ guy, but he looked almost pained as you met his eyes; his clothes twisted in ways that made you guess hed been fidgeting with them, his nail polish chipped away on most fingers, the way he took an almost comically large step back as soon as you opened the door.
“Can we talk?” He said, his voice a harsh change in the silence you didnt realize was resting between the two of you. “You can say no of course-” He rushed out, only his fingers flaring out in emphasis opposed to his usual hand movements, almost as if he was afraid hed startle you.
“Yea, sure.” You sighed out, hardly even mentally present in the moment. You rubbed at your eyes as you held the door open, leaving plenty of space for him to walk in. He took you up on the invitation, albeit looking incredibly unsure whilst doing so.
He padded into your apartment painfully slow before quickly snapping his eyes to you, almost as if waiting for permission to do something. For you to give him instruction. You didn't even look at him though, instead grumbling your way over to your previous home on the sofa, tugging your blanket to one end and leaving plenty of room for him on the other. He waited till you’d sat down to follow, trying his best to gently take a seat at his appointed spot on the couch.
“How’d you get my address?” You said plainly, opting to just stare into the tv as it lowly played some random show. He’d never been there before. You honestly didnt care, whatever his answer was. You just hoped it would spring him into getting the daunting conversation over with.
“Austin.” He breathed out, sounding even tenser than he looked. “He gave it to me so I could send you something for the podcast a while ago.” He pausued, but continued; “Im sorry, I know how fucking weird it is for me to just show up but I couldnt just sit there and-” He took a breath, and you could practically taste the oncoming ramble. “You wouldnt answer anybody, and you totally have the right to do that obviously but I couldnt just sit with myself not knowing what was going on.. I started driving here before I even thought it through, which is totally my bad.. but I couldn’t just go all the way back without even checking in.. -And I know my feelings are irrelevant in this and its about you I just-”
“Hasan stop.” You turned to him, trying and failing not to look as sympathetic as you did. “I dont-.. it’s fine, okay? I mean obviously it’s not fine, but we’ll get over it. Im sure you didn't mean what you said, or at least not like that- you know- it's whatever, okay?” You practically hushed the words out, opting for the soothing approach and acting way more casual about the situation than you felt. You threw in a horribly farse reassuring smile at the end, hoping to solidify your words.
“You really didnt need to come all this way, I wouldve answered in the morning. I was just sleeping.” You added, and you saw the way his face ticked. He knew you were lying, but he was definitely not going to pry, whether about the lack of sleep or your want to brush things off. He persisted for himself though;
“It’s not fine, y/n. Im not shoving this shit under the rug, it’s going to eat me alive.” He said, his voice switching between frustration, desperation, and forced softness. You could see the way he struggled with his words, trying so hard not to talk about the way he feels (and failing miserably at it). The way a ping of regret would flash over him after every word he spoke. His eyes flickered back and forth from boring into you and staring off into the abyss of meddled emotions he’d created for himself.
“I’ll just lay it out how it is, okay? It was beyond messed up for me to insinuate you’d maliciously do something.. Like that stuff, for views, okay? Especially when I was doing that.. shit to you too. I shouldve never said that, or even thought it for that matter. I was just- frustrated, okay? Thats not me justifying it or anything, I just wanted you to like, know that-”
“Hasan.” You cut him off, this time sitting up and reaching to put a hand on his knee. You swear you could feel his leg flex under your touch. You stopped for a moment, searching his face for answers to questions you couldn't compute.
“What is so frustrating?” Is the question you somehow managed to compose. You don’t know the answer you wanted. It was an open ended question, he could take the side that you secretly hoped he would; that it was the fans. The overwhelming shipping and attention your relationship got from the fans was suffocating to him, and that he didn’t feel the way they portrayed him to feel about you. Or he could take the side that scared you. That he felt exactly the way everyone was portraying it, and them rubbing his own feelings in his face before he even had a chance to do anything about them himself was driving him crazy. Instead, the two of you sat in silence, and it wasnt uncomfortable. The air almost felt thick around the two of you, a comfortable fog, but something in it possessed you to add a gentle squeeze to his leg with emphasis. And you definitely felt him twitch this time.
“Tell me i'm not the only one who's feeling this way.” He finally muttered, and suddenly the feeling of his gaze hit you like a ton of bricks. You almost wanted to cower away with the way his eyes bored into yours, almost needy, the look feeling even more pleading than the words he'd said.
You knew what you wanted to say, but how could you possibly admit to it? Through this whole situation, you’d been not only so terribly irked at him, but also so frustrated with yourself. How could you admit that you too had been feeling the same way, and you hadn’t done anything about it either? You’d be admitting that the ripples throughout the fandom and now the controversy had been from your actions (or lack there of) too. You’d already been beating yourself up about it all day. What answer did he truly want? If you admitted to him that you too felt the same way, would he be greatful or mad? If you lied and said you didn’t feel the same way, what good or bad would it do? It could wreck him, he’d beat himself up beyond belief, the fact that he not only projected his unreciprocated feelings onto you but also gotten mad over it live. All of it being his fault. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself. But you didn’t know which was worse, seeing him mad at you, or seeing him sad. You could only hope for the best, before the words spilled out of your mouth;
“Hasan of course I feel the same way.” A frown etched into your face, and you continued before he even had a chance to react; “I’m so so sorry I hadn’t done anything about it sooner either, I just beat myself up about it until I couldn’t-“ you withdrew your hand from his knee, shaking your hands, looking for the words you couldn’t form yourself. “ -I couldn’t tell how I was even feeling about it anymore..? I used to be so upset that you hadn’t done anything, I thought you were toying with me. I mean.. I tried making it obvious that I liked you so that you’d do something if you felt the same way but you never did so I convinced myself that you didn’t-“
“Hey, Hey,” He cut me off, and it was only then that i’d realized how close he’d moved to me during my rant. His leg rubbed against mine where I sat criss cross in the corner of the couch. His frame leaned over mine as he gave his best attempt at shrinking down to aid me. His eyes scattered across my face as his large hand cupped my cheek, hurriedly wiping at tears that I didn’t even notice were falling. It was only then that I finally realized the sound of my hurried breaths, the air practically huffing out of me. He looked frantic, broken, even though that’s exactly what I didn’t want. He pulled me close to his chest, i’m sure not only to sooth me, but also because he couldn’t bare to look at my tear stricken face anymore. I gripped onto his shirt, not even knowing I needed to cry this bad.
He didn’t say anything at first. I felt him pressing kisses into the crown of my head, and I couldn’t tell which one of us needed them more. He held me tight and close, all of his previous worries of hurting me more and being gentle replaced by the need to comfort. It was unspoken how much we’d both wanted to hold each other over the last few months, whether like this or otherwise, and after all our emotions boiling over, I think this was exactly what we needed.
We sat there in the silence for a long time. The humming of the tv still echoing through my flat, and the now present thumping of Hasans heartbeat against my ear was beyond peaceful. Of course, we’d pull ourselves together soon and have a realistic conversation, but for now, this was perfect.
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mscherub · 6 months ago
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Right, so…you’re transported to a new world, and me being the science geek I am, I can’t help but think of all the bacteria you wouldn’t be accustomed to in Twisted Wonderland…so imagine how bad flu season would be, or just the spreading of sicknesses around the school in general
You better have a good immune system cause oml would it be put into overdrive. Anyways…here’s my twist on what the Octavinelle boys would do in order to be helpful in your recovery ❤️‍🩹
Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, Diasomnia
Warnings!:
Sickness, obviously
Mentions of vomiting, snot, etc
To start us off…
It’s flu season in Twisted Wonderland, well you call it the flu, they call it something else you don’t even bother to learn. With you’re immune so shot and not used to the illnesses that spread around, getting sick more often that you honestly should, you woke up with a headache. Ok…nothing too serious, but you thought it to be a good idea to just take some ibuprofen equivalent in their world and “thug it out,” which ultimately lead to your current situation. Currently, you’re in the infirmary, having passed out from a raging fever and a disgustingly congested respiratory system during PE and you’re bed ridden back at ramshackle, at least until your fever goes down. Sevens bless Grim and the ghosts as they try and get you things to feel better, but you need some sort of intervention, and here comes you’re favorite person at the right time. How do they help you out?
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Azul🐙:
“Sign the contract and, you know, I can just take away the sickness, all I need is something in return—“ he’ll pull that card first, but then of course he’ll get serious about it once he sees how bad you look (no offense…)
Mans can cook, we’ve known this, so he’ll cook up a nice meal for you, and he’ll do whatever…just not takoyaki, don’t even say that, he’ll walk out
Ok, anyways, very technical man, so he’s on top of your medicines that you have to take, and maybe he’ll even brew up a potion of something to help with coughs, headaches, or any achyness.
I mean, his motto is to help those poor unfortunate souls in need, and clearly your in need so, he’ll do this for you, just once, but you will have to pay him back, and he’ll state this more than just a few times
He’s researched things on humans before coming to land, just the way he is, and he’s not exactly that weird like the twins, so he won’t eye you when you cough, sneeze, or puke, or anything else, if anything he’ll be grossed out.
Comfort is awkward for him, but he’ll sit on the edge of your bed, reading or something, kinda just being there. He might hum quietly, (IM NOT NORMAL FOR AZUL, ID FALL ASLEEP SO QUICK IF HE HUMMED A LULABY OR SOME SHIT)…must have been the wind yall—
He’s busy, so if he may or may not sub out one of the twins for him. But after he’s done with whatever, if he has time to come back, he will. Not because he cares that much or anything…
Afterwards he’ll ask you to pay him back by washing dishes at the lounge or something. At least he’s giving you an easy job
Jade🫧:
He likes being depended on like…like a lot we’ll just say that
He’ll pamper the FUCK outa you, but there’s always a meaning behind it, but yea, when I mean pamper, I mean pamper.
He’ll make you tea for a sore throat, any foods you want, though he may sneak mushrooms in, so be weary?
Merfolk don’t really get “sick” underwater, so sneezing, coughing, it’s all interesting to him still even after being on land for so long already. Humans look funny when they do it, and he just can’t help but wanna coddle you like a baby, so safe to say if you like puke or anything he won’t bat an eye. ”Funny. Do it again”
He’s on top of medicines as well so don’t even worry, he’ll probably try and find other medicines though to make you feel “better.” It’s Jade, what do you expect
I think he’d hum quietly while he does stuff around your room, wether that be cleaning or organizing stuff, and he’d do that on purpose to try and “soothe you to sleep.”
Afterwards when your better, he’ll say you have to pay him back, but bro is just weird and paying him back would honestly be letting him take care of you again 💀
Floyd 🫧:
Shrimpy is in trouble? The fuck you mean they can’t go mess around? He’ll come in, look at you, purse his lips while inspecting you, let out a huff, say how weak and silly little Shrimpy is for getting sick, then start to be a little nice.
Honestly depends on his moods. If you catch him in a bad one he’ll still go to your room, but he’ll sit there and glare at you, and you being sick will piss him off more, cause now your no fun. Just pout at him and he might give in.
Semi-ok mood, he’ll get in bed and drape himself over you to “heal you.” I mean, whatever works I guess :/
Again with the whole sickness thing, he finds it funny when you sneeze, cough, snot up, puke. He’ll laugh, and if you glare at him he’ll tease you more no doubt, it’s Floyd. He’ll still try and calm you down, in his way, though. Squeezing may not be a good option if you just threw up—
If you ask him for anything he’ll do it, and again, depends on the mood.(But hypothetically let’s say he’s in a good mood for the majority of this)
He’ll make you food, get you blankets, mostly anything you ask him to do, and just the things you ask him to do, he won’t do anything else.
“Medicine? Wait…you’re supposed to take that?” Let’s just say he’d forget, but then sometimes he’d remember, mix of both.
He’ll lay in bed with you and get all comfy, he doesn’t care if he gets sick, says he can’t and that he just wants to make Shrimpy better <3
He’ll forget to ask you to pay him back, he had fun, so he doesn’t care
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I wrote this all in one sitting, a rarity for me, also during a study hall…anyways!
Hope you enjoyed, lovelies! More soon for sure!
(Also I think yall can tell what dorm is my favorite now-)
Master list
Please don’t steal or copy any of my work! You may, however, reblog if you’d want to!
Pictures belong to Disney Twisted Wonderland but are edited by me :)
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dansformations · 1 year ago
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"Influencing influencers"
Im Byron, im kinda popular on the media, wouldnt call myself an influencer but at least an small celebrity for certain people: gay guys. Im popular between gay guys.
Then there is this guy, Tod, he do Is an influencer, another gay guy pretty popular, and we have done some colaboration videos, thanks to this i got a bit of highlights recently, getting more followers, but just some days ago Tod posted something off, at least for his usual:
Fart jokes? Superhero referentes? Both together!? Really weird if you ask me to. The situation got weirder when a lot of popular guys from the "gymbro side" of the media started comenting, celebrating his video... And he wrote back, in the weirder way posible:
"@markobroskii: Sick Bro! Superman Is next
@Tody_yourguy: Aded to the list broski!"
Didnt tought too much about It until he post a video that made my jaw drop:
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He wasnt just wearing clothes that didnt match his usual but he was in the lingerie zone playing with the undies, saying he was making the zone 'More enjoyable to the View"
That sell the deal. I send his a message and went to his place to check on him.
In the way to his place i saw his @ on media changing to @Tod_thebro.
Wtf!?
When arrived, i notice diferences since he open the door, he stank!
- Jesus! Tod, thats your smell!?
- Yeah, some bro scent, go ahead bro, take a sit - he said With a voice that sounded diferent, he was talking with this "Frat Bro" acent we used to laugh about.
His apartament was now a mess, full of empty - and not so empty - pizza boxes, empty beer cans, dirty clothes, and sticky looking socks... He offer me a beer from a brand i didnt knew, but i'm not really a drinker so maybe thats why. I took it just to be polite, took some sips... Wasnt that bad.
Tried to find the cleanest place and thats where i sat.
- Sup bro, what did you wanna talk about?
- Well... About this... - I said looking around -Whats happening? First that gross fart video - I saw him chuckle when i mentioned that - then that also gross video on the lingerie store and Now... Look at your apartament, what hapened?
- I woke up bro - thats his only answer.
- Huh?
- I realice that gay life wasnt right for me
- What the fuck you- he interupt me
- Going to the gym, no worries about skin care routine - he keep talking - no worries even about showers, not washing my butt every-time-i-have-a-date - he said that words sounding indeed really sick of it- or not washing my butt at all, no using it for please other guys, just using it for this:
After saying that he lifted a leg and rip a long, smelly and loud fart
PRRRRRRFFFFFFFTTTFFFF the fart resonated for all the place, stinking everything, i had to cover my nose inmediatly, which make Tod laugh.
- Tod, theres no way to go straight, u have always been against that believe!
- Used to, but theres way, and you Will UAAARP agree soon
- What do you mean? - i said confused, and a bit of worried
- See, my awaking start when i had the first can of a beer from this weird brand a hot masc guy gave me, that same beer you are drinking now
Oh fuck.
- Oh n-OOUUUURRRRRP
- It's already starting, bro
- Theres no way, uh-PRRRRRRFFTTTFFFF
Tod was smiling with and almost evil smile, chugged a can of beer, belched and said: Cheers bro.
While here, I was burping non-stop, feeling my brain a bit foggy... Why I was worried about?
...
@ morningboy💕:
Oh!, Byron finally posted something, and it looks like a colab with Tod! Maybe he make him come back to his senses, all his 'turning straight' story really afect to the community.
Anyways lets see the video...
Ok, that outfit was a choice, Byron - I tough
Keep watching.
Oh... Oh no, is Byron having a fart contest with Todd!?
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This feels wrong... Wait! Why his user just changed to @Byb-ronski...
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thebroccolination · 6 months ago
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Hi Key, your post is the second I've seen that hinted at Joss but without further explanation. He generally has a positive public perception and I only know him from 3WBF (which I liked), so I'm curious where this shift in perception is coming from recently.
Would you mind making a post or directing me to where I can learn more about his general...situation.
I apologize if this is intrusive since I know you don't like to engage in Fandom Drama and like to keep your space positive, but I don't have XTwitter and his Tumblr tag is usually quite dead.
Thank you in advance!
Why I Don't Fuck with Joss: An Extremely Academic Essay of Words and Screenshots
Hi Anon!
I normally would have DM'd you an answer to this, but since you sent the ask anonymously and you were very kind in how you asked, I didn't want to ignore you.
However, two things:
I do generally make it a policy to keep my negative personal thoughts about certain actors to private conversations or, y'know, Discord servers, just to keep it off public platforms where toxicity is already rampant. In this case, though, I think the situation is interesting enough to comment on. (Plus, y'know, I'm amazed he was even managing a comeback when he's been known to Be Like This for years.)
I didn't get a lot of primary sources for this post because quite frankly I don't like Joss and I don't want to look at his face any more than I already have. However, friends who've been following this more closely than I have were able to verify that there are sources out there for everything I'm going to mention. Just, y'know, don't use me or this post as a source. This isn't one of my Citations Included Posts, this is just a Why I Don't Fuck with This Guy Post.
So, for context, I made this post last month, and someone made a more explicitly worded reblog here that's honestly better if you're going in without any context.
Essentially, Joss has had a dodgy reputation for years, but I think because fan turnover is high in interfandom and he's never been in a BL series before, most interfans just know Joss as A Tall Man Who Likes Sportsball.
But when I got into Thai BL back in 2020, Joss was one of the first actors I heard of as ~Problematique~ so I looked into him, and what I learned made me go, "Ew," so I just keenly ignored him from then on. (General gross stuff like the Domundi boob-grabbing prank and some assorted Dudebro comments about women. I don't remember specifics anymore because he was barely on my radar, but a friend at the time who'd been in fandom longer basically told me, "Yeah, that's Joss, lol.")
Interestingly, before JossGawin became a thing, most interfans were rooting for JossLuke, but I think given how vocally left-leaning Luke has proven to be, I wouldn't be surprised if Luke saw the prospect of tying his public reputation to Joss and went, "lol no goddamn thank you."
Gawin, on the other hand, seems to be down for whatever GMMTV wants him to do, so he probably just sees Joss as a colleague he makes out with (acting is a weird job). He went to high school in western Pennsylvania, he has white relatives on his dad's side, and he hangs out with the Gym Dudes of GMMTV, so I'm sure he's completely desensitized and is one of those guys who thinks, "Nah," but doesn't go so far as to say, "Not cool, dude." The Gawin Caskey Method seems to be: throw a basketball, make out with a dude on camera, go home and eat an edible. Dismount.
Unfortunately, even though Gawin's never really made any political statements or taken any major stand for the queer community, he's gained goodwill that some people are now calling into question because of Joss.
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Anyway, apparently Joss used to follow Andrew Tate on Twitter until Tate was suspended, so it seems a lot of people assumed Joss unfollowed Tate, but yeah, between the sexist comments, Boobgate, and admiring Joe Rogan, that was enough for me to physically recoil from the screen when I saw the teaser for MGB.
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Okay NOW, everything from this point onward is new stuff I've learned over the past month that made me go, "Oh. So he's worse now."
Joss has apparently had that Joe Rogan quote pinned to his Twitter account since 2020, but people just shrugged it off because they like his man stomach or something? (I don't find him attractive, but even if I did, I truly don't understand how he made it this far. It feels like he's been pretty firmly canceled every year since I got here, honestly.)
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I also didn't like him weight-shaming Gawin. There's some older clip of him calling Gawin fat, and I know in Asia it's more common to comment on other people's bodies and weight, but I also recently found out that he got Gawin a meat cake for his birthday because idk actual cake is for pussies? (Sorry, Anon, I was trying to aim for an objective tone but I abandoned it because I reeeally don't like this man.) And apparently a lot of JG fanservice is just Joss and Gawin at the gym so Joss can teach Gawin self-control or something? I've had their tag blocked from the beginning, so you'll have to look into that if you're curious.
Ah, and at some point in the last few months, Joss was apparently asked what his "type" is and he said something like "white, skinny English-speaking Europeans/Americans"(?) Which apparently made Asian women go, "Hey, c'mere real quick: good. Bye."
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I also thought it was a huge red flag that Joss has been in the industry for years, and his domestic fanbase is still quite small. Others have pointed out that very few fan interactions with him are in Thai, and he's clearly courting a western audience both in his individual engagement and by partnering with a mixed American actor. When he did the LGBTQ+ panel last summer, apparently the reaction from Thai commenters was, "lmao why Joss?" not, "Oh yes, of course, Joss!"
So it seems like GMMTV has been trying to do a rebrand for Joss using Gawin and interfans more generally since Joss speaks English and interfans don't generally seek out the resources to do research. Remember last year when GMMTV announced that Y-MIND script competition? It was originally domestic only, but after Thai fans overwhelmingly went, "The contract terms here are wildly exploitative, so fuck off," GMMTV rereleased the promotional material in English and went, "HEY INTERFANS WANNA SEND US STUFF :D?"
That told me they really don't think especially highly of us.
On December 15th, someone pointed out that Joss didn't just follow Trump on Twitter, he also followed a ton of extreme alt-right accounts on Instagram. Not normal political figures, either. Obscure figures like Pearl, Candace Owens, that guy who was saying Your Body My Choice, and Andrew Tate's right-hand man, and more! Some of his fans tried to point out that he follows progressive Thai politicians, but as far as the American side, he only followed alt-right conservative accounts with zero liberal accounts.
Though, in fairness, someone did point out that Joss also follows famous progressive Democratic figures [checks notes] comedian Chris Rock and basketball player Stephen Curry.
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So. Whoohoo for that, amirite?
Since Joss's fans weren't having much success defending him on their own, they threw some @'s at his account to get him to make some kind of statement that would somehow explain away why he was following a deep, deep alt-right fanatic like Pearl. (Spoiler: He didn't.)
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The JossGawin International fan club even released the above statement to address the issue, then received such alarmingly vitriolic backlash from the JossGawin fandom for "betraying" Joss that the fanclub decided to deactivate entirely. (I have no idea if they reactivated or not, since I stopped keeping up with this whole debacle shortly afterward.)
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One Thai(?) JossGawin fan actually seems to have used ChatGPT to create an English comment to chastise the fanclub for their lack of support in Joss's dire times:
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Amusingly, rather than address his fans' concerns or unfollow any of the accounts causing the chaos, Joss instead just started deleting any comment on his Instagram that called on him to comment.
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Five days later, he unfollowed 137 accounts. No idea how many of those were alt-right extremists and how many were just extra padding to make it look like a general cleanse, but it was at least fifty last I heard, and the fact that 1) it took him nearly a week to do anything but delete the comments calling him out, and 2) his first tweet after this whole mess was a quote-retweet of GMMTV's message welcoming Barcode into the company saying, "lol this kid looks like if me and Gawin had a baby" just goes to show how unthreatened he feels.
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After all, Joss has been this way for years, and his upcoming series with Gawin is probably going to do numbers regardless. He's successfully rebuilt his stagnant career off the support of interfans, and he knows he'll be fine.
Even Foei has a show with Tay! We're all good here. \:D/
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So yeah! That's why I don't fuck with Joss. \:D/
This'll be the last I say on Joss publicly.
I just figured I'd make one all-encompassing post so I can link back to this in case anyone asks why I'm not supporting any of Gawin's projects with Joss. It's a shame because I do really like Gawin, but this isn't even a hard choice for me to make.
Oh, and while we're on the subject: the director of MGB, Ark, is also Not a Good Dude by all accounts I've heard from multiple people who've interacted with him privately. I mean, he sure is queer, but he's also said to be a misogynist with some white-people-worshipping tendencies. He doesn't have the highest opinion of BL fandom in general, either, especially when you look back on his whole direction of IT'S NOT A BL Shadow. Just, y'know, another reminder that queer people aren't Virtuous or Evil by nature. We're a big ole clusterfuck of nuance, so you don't have to support MGB for Ark just because he's a queer man. I have zero proof that I can share publicly, so you don't have to take my word for it. Just, y'know, in case you were on the fence, I've heard he's a dick.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go write absolutely filthy gay porn to purify myself from writing Joss's name so many times.
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synnamon-hearts · 6 months ago
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Hii could you please write UD characters headcannons of them catching you masturbating ??🌚🌚
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Omfg, this is so fun! Your wish... Is my command... 👀 (I had sooo much fun writing this!)
NSFW down below!
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Josh ~ "Hey, Y/n. You bus— Well, well, well... What do we have here?~"
Oh you poor, poor thing. Yup, you're getting teased all to hell and back. Nope, you'll never hear the end of it. Of course, Josh will never right out tell anyone else. But he will definitely say subtle things in front of others to make you break while they either don't acknowledge it or stare in confusion.
"Man, that water fountain is really big... Remind you of anything, y/n? Need a bathroom break?"
If you seem like you may need a hand (pun intended) or want him, will ask if you would like him to stay...
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Chris ~ "OH MY G— I'M SO SORRY!!!"
Poor guy is more traumatized than you are. Not because it grossed him out, but because awkward situations aren't his specialty. Oh and the image never. Leaves. His. Mind. He won't look you in the eye afterwards but sometimes you will catch him staring at you in a very zoned-out state until he snaps out of it and quickly excuses himself to leave the room.
"H-Hey, y/n. Uh... Sorry about that... You know... Earlier..."
He would be too embarrassed to join you but would make up for it in his own free time later...
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Mike ~ "Hey, where are yo— Woah!"
Mike would totally cope afterwards with a series of totally uncomfortable and not at all helping jokes. I mean the worst dad jokes possible. You would almost find it adorable and charming if you weren't the butt of it. But Mike means no harm. It's just his way of dealing with things like this.
"Heyyy, beeeean! (His new nickname for you since the incident...) Wanna help grind these coffee beans, since you're so good at that?"
Mike would offer to help if you two flirted regularly. But if you're intentions were not clear, he would just laugh and awkwardly close the door...
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Matt ~ "Hey, you wanna go to th— JESUS!"
Honestly, whether or not Matt has a thing for you, he will be respectful. Hey, it's a natural thing to masturbate, so there's no shame in it. He will comfort you afterwards and give you a big hug with a chuckle, assuring you that there is nothing weird between the two of you now and there is nothing to be ashamed of.
"Hey, I know it's embarrassing but don't worry about it, okay? Shit happens."
Matt would not join you unless you literally asked him to stay. He's a gentleman...
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Sam ~ "Are you okay in the— Oh! I'm so sorry!"
Sam would get flustered, but she would do her best to maintain her composure for the sake of you. Yes, what she experienced was awkward but what you experienced was 1000× worse. She wouldn't want to make you feel bad for what you were doing. After all, it was her who invaded your privacy. She would reassure you with comforting words and a hug after and then offer to make you a nice cup of organic tea.
"Listen, sweetie. It's okay. You don't have to feel bad about it. We all do it. It's normal."
Sam would not join you out of respect, whether she liked you or not. She's a girl who likes a date before getting to the spicy stuff...
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Ashley ~ "Hey, are you— OHMIGODOHMIGPDOHMIGOD IMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRY!!!!!"
Yup, you've traumatized her. She's broken. Never to be the same again. She runs into the nearest empty room and cringes. Again, not out of disgust. Like Chris, Ashley doesn't handle awkward situations well. So her first instinct is to just run away and hide for awhile. After she crawls out of her anti-social hole, she won't look at you for a few months, one month at the most.
"I-I'm so sorry..."
Ashley won't join you because she gets too flustered easily and her flight or flight mode kicks in. (Yes, flight or flight. That wasn't a typo.) It is even worse if she likes you...
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Jess ~ "Hey, what's taking you so— BITCH, BUSTED!!!!"
Ahhh, Jess. The queen tease. She is literally a female Josh (Imagine getting tag teamed by them both? 👀) and you will never hear the end of it. She might even give you pointers on ways to do it better. This just to give you friendly advice as a girly girl but also to lighten the mood and make you feel more comfortable with the situation.
"You know, there's this a-m-a-z-i-n-g shop downtown that has the best toys. Omg we should go! Come onnnnn, it'll be fun!"
Jess would definitely join you if you seemed interested in her...
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Emily ~ "Where the fuck have you be— Bitch, what the fuck?"
Emily would just stand there, arms crossed while watching you like a disappointed teacher catching their student up to no good while you just struggle to get your shit in gear. When you're done, Emily shakes her head. She may accuse you of masturbating to Mike, or even her. The latter definitely amuses her a bit.
"What so like you have the hots for me or something? Can't say I blame you."
Emily wouldn't join you right there but she may sneak into your room later to give you a spicy surprise...
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phoenixyfriend · 1 month ago
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Have a stupid "forceSissy*-to-forcefem pipeline captive Anakin ft. The Galaxy's Most Reluctant Baby-Sitter" AU.
AKA: 30% Forcefeming Anakin, 70% Asajj not wanting to be here
* I'll explain why I use that term under the cut.
This AU includes some very sexualized tropes and the subsequent recovery from them. I had fun playing with this AU with some trans friends, including one who very much identified with Anakin's position in this as a sort of fantasy, but obviously this is not like... actually aspirational? I do these a lot, the forcefem in particular, but I've never played in the realm where 'sissy' might apply before.
However, this AU starts with a gross older man who views feminization through that traditional, fetishizing lens, and aims to enforce it.
Good news is, he dies soon into it and that's when we jump to the fun, kinda weird forcefem stuff that's actually bordering on comedic.
Xanatos is still alive into the Clone Wars, being weird and rich and old. He's like. Fifty. And a creep. But he's wealthy and vaguely handsome and in charge of a planet, so.
Through various fic plot contrivances, Xanatos of all people ends up with a captive Anakin Skywalker. And because Xanatos lives to make Obi-Wan's life worse now that Qui-Gon is dead, he decides to turn Anakin into a sissy. This means forced feminization of the body but not the mind, other than induced horniness. Basically, you're going to be on estrogen and wearing girly clothes and stuck in bondage and made super horny, but You Won't Like It.
Xanatos, for all his many many faults, isn't actually interested in people Anakin's age, so he has most of this accomplished through sex droids designed to do Sketchy Sex Worker Mods. The droids are friendly and as compassionate as they can be while Not Understanding That This Is Abuse And Assault.
Asajj! She shows up because quite frankly Xanatos is a pain in the ass for the Sith who has outlived his usefulness. She kills him, as one does, and then scopes out the place to see if there's anything interesting/important to grab on the way out. She was hoping for sith artifacts that Dooku and Sidious hadn't gotten their hands on yet. Instead she finds Anakin, who is still in bondage and like burlesque clothes and also blocked from the Force.
There is. So much going on there. That she is not interested in. But Dooku and Sidious are both being really weird about Skywalker going missing so okay, she'll kidnap him, and bring him back to Dooku, and either she'll get to kill him at the end or Dooku will appreciate the gesture. Either way, win for her. (It will not be a win for her.)
Dooku appreciates it. Kind of. He knows that Anakin is Sidious's big target for Future Apprentice Plans, and Sissy Anakin is not Apprentice Material. Dooku's own position is slightly more secure if Anakin isn't in the way, but if Dooku just outright KILLS him then Obi-Wan will be upset, and Dooku will never be able to sway Obi-Wan to the dark side. Clearly, Dooku needs to do something that keeps Anakin alive enough for Obi-Wan to not be a lost cause, but not actually competent enough for Sidious's plans.
Dooku decides the solution is to augment the situation. Gone are the horny outfits. In comes some brainwashing. Dooku is going to turn Anakin Skywalker into a Proper Young Lady.
This is still mostly done by droids (Asajj stole one when she stole Anakin, because she wasn't sure what was going on with the cage but she did not want to be the one cleaning it), but Asajj has to check in on the situation every little bit. Anakin is so very confused at one point that she actually takes pity and tells Anakin that he can view her as a big sister. (She will regret this.)
Anakin gets fully forcefem brainwashed for a While. Unfortunately, the droid taking care of dear Ani was originally built for the Sissy thing, which was mostly horny with a side of Girl, rather than mostly Girl with a side of Trad. So there's still a lot of horny that the droids as a whole are not equipped to remove. (The droid only knows how to brainwash through Hypnotic VR Headset Stuff Plus Eternal Edging, so since Dooku is letting them do it...)
So Anakin is now a very horny tradwife-but-Lolita type who has imprinted on Asajj as her big sister, and dutifully refers to Dooku as Grandpa. Whenever the droids aren't there, Asajj has to handle Anakin, because Ani Loves Her Big Sister.
Asajj is suffering. Dooku keeps telling her to keep an eye on Anakin in case of a Threat but it's? Like tea parties and shit? Asajj hates this.
Obi-Wan shows up. Is appropriately horrified. Dooku is somehow confused about why. Asajj is so fucking tired, please take Skywalker with you. Just go. Just take the fucking twenty-something. PLEASE.
Anakin is soooooo distressed by the idea of being separated from Big Sister. So distressed that whenever Asajj tries to ditch the bitch, Anakin? Somehow appears next to her again? It can't be teleportation, she's sure of it, but she cannot figure out how. But abandoning Anakin isn't working. She really wishes it were.
Dooku spends so long trying to convince Obi-Wan to join them that Asajj just gives up and kidnaps Anakin again, just this time she does it by breaking into Obi-Wan's ship with the Forcefem Tradwife (and droid) and orders him to take them back to the Temple so she can rid herself of the pest. Her logic is that since Anakin imprinted on her as a big sister, the only thing that will FIX this and make Anakin not stalk her into infinity is putting Anakin in the company of people that garner even MORE affection, namely Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, and she doesn't know or care who else but presumably someone at the Temple? Or some clones? Oh right, Amidala. Maybe if she puts the tradwife with the rumored-lover then the problem will solve itself.
Obi-Wan is fucked up by all this information but? He has Anakin back? And maybe someone at the Temple will have a better idea of how to build a path to recovery? He is not happy that Asajj is coming with them but Anakin starts crying like a teenager every time Asajj actually tries to leave them so that's. Not his decision or hers.
Ahsoka is distressed. Obi-Wan is distressed. Rex is distressed and uncomfortably attracted. Most of the clones on board are distressed. Asajj is just so fucking tired and ready to be done with this shit.
They run into Satine's ship, because reasons. Things are weird and uncomfortable. Anakin's brain ping-pongs around some brainwashing bits and lands on "I should call you mommy but I don't want to because my mom is dead--" and the lack of filter plus complete divorce from reality means uh. You know.
Anakin panic-spirals for a bit and then Asajj steps in because clearly she's the only person here with a brain. She gets some bits of information like "But Palpatine said that Obi-Wan wouldn't understand--" and Asajj is just like "well, the Chancellor didn't send anyone for you, Kenobi just came because he cares, so which one are you going to listen to?"
So Anakin confesses to the Tusken massacre. Because of the aforementioned lack of filter and complete divorce from reality. This is so far from Asajj's business that she's just like "I'm going to make dinner, you deal with this" and drags Ahsoka along with her. And the nearest clone. Satine is also leaving because uh. Just. No. She's disgusted by what Anakin did but also like [gestures] what do you even DO with all that? Asajj seems to be the only one that actually knows the answer to that question, but she's also the person least interested in putting that knowledge to use unless not doing so is actively making her life harder.
They get to the Temple! Nobody knows what to do! Asajj still can't leave without Anakin getting upset enough to turn into a human limpet!
Let's visit Amidala. Amidala's great. Skywalker's crying on her, and babbling about how Obi-Wan is disappointed and also Padme is just confused as heck why Asajj is there (she still can't leave).
Asajj suggests that Padme grab her strap and take care of Skywalker's incredibly blue balls, which offends everyone in the room except Anakin. There is some complaining and attempted denials of a relationship, but Anakin starts sniffling again because Padme said they aren't in love, so that gets derailed too. Asajj tosses in a helpful, "you think having a senator for a fuckbuddy is worse than murdering kids? because you already got through that part intact."
Nobody is happy about this.
IDK where this ends but I do know that it involves Anakin getting help, Sheev getting shanked, and Asajj getting to make out with Quinlan in a corner.
Obi-Wan might join in but also might be on the phone with Satine like "WHAT DID I DO WRONG" and the answer is that there was a Sith Lord sprinkling some poison on your brother's brain at night, hope that helps.
This Anakin is still a cis dude BTW. I think I need at least one AU where it's not a cue for Trans Egg Crack. It just sucks. I think it comes around to "You know, this is something I might have been into for sex reasons beforem if presented with the opportunity in a safe environment, but it is now so linked to trauma that it will be years before I can consider anything like crossdressing or gender roleplay without throwing up about it."
Asajj: You know, Skywalker might call you 'daddy' at some point because of the whole father figure thing, so just--
Obi-Wan: PLEASE STOP HELPING
Asajj: I want nothing more than to be able to do that. I want to leave so fucking bad.
I just really adore reluctant babysitter Asajj so much. She made two decisions in all of this, one out of self-interest (bring Anakin to Dooku to get a metaphorical headpat from evil grandpa) and one out of pity (letting Anakin call her Big Sister) and now she's stuck.
(It's an inverse of the AU where Ventress is the brainwashed tradwife that Dooku is trying to marry off to Obi-Wan.)
@firebirdeternal offered:
The VR hypnosis headset was designed to pull people you trust and love from your memory to embody the avatars doing the training and edging. Both to make it stick better and to make it harder for people to UnDo.
Lots of Padme. Some Rex. Eventually Asajj, which she is very annoyed about, like WHY.
Obi-Wan is there as a supervising figure but never actually doing sex things. The energy is very "regency era mom delicately explaining what is meant by Wifely Duties to her sheltered daughter" despite Anakin's. uh. Experience.
She'd ask 'why' but she knows why.
Asajj, to the droid: Why are you putting ME in that fucking simulation?
The Droid: Because Miss Skywalker trusts you.
Asajj: ....fucks' sake.
Sorry still stuck like. "Oh damnit Rex and Padme got stuck overnight at some stupid political function. Alright hold still while I get the lube and strap, if I don't do this he's just going to whine and leak all night. Better do it three or four times, I don't want to have to wake up in the middle of the night"
Very hot! But. I'm sorry to say. I think Ventress just babies him. Turn on some sappy romcom and tuck the idiot into her side and eat some popcorn. Stop whining or she'll gag you. Okay, then, gag time.
The gag is in the shape of Rex's penis, methink. Custom mold on Padme's dime.
"I'm not fucking you because that's not my job, suck on some boyfriend cock and just Be Horny, but I'm tying you up if you keep annoying me."
Asajj really wishes someone (anyone) else was available to do this but everyone else has Real Jobs and Freedom To Roam while she is technically on house arrest.
The good news is that the "house" is big, in that it's about half the Temple.
The bad news is that it means she never has a very good excuse for why she's too busy to babysit.
The whole point of coming to the Temple was to make Anakin Skywalker someone else's problem.
Sometimes Asajj is like "everyone keeps saying I'm too skinny. you got weird cooking training in that brainwashing, right? why don't you try to make dinner" and there's a 50/50 chance of an amazing curry dish or the smoke alarms going off.
Asajj accidentally triggers a 'concerned mother hen telling you you're too skinny and need to put some meat on your bones' mode from tradwife Ani. Who still views her as a big sister. It is, like everything else about this situation, incredibly annoying.
So much bondage. Just. If I tie you up, will you give me at least a few hours of peace?
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2i1han · 4 months ago
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Slowly, Then All at Once
4 : try, just for once
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pairing: classmate!leehan x fem!reader | word count: 8.6k
genre: slow-burn, young adult, romcom, coming-of-age
tags: boynextdoor , non-idol au, high school/college au , first love , neighbor!leehan , extrovert!leehan , cold!leehan , extrovert!reader
characters mentioned : kim leehan , park sungho , sakai moka , kim minji , bae jinsol, gyuvin , park minju , jung wooyoung
warnings: no warnings! sfw
summary : you and leehan have known each other for years—classmates since ninth grade, always familiar but never really close due to leehan's indifference. but when his brother enters the picture, everything starts to change. unresolved situation that were once buried begin to surface, and leehan must decide: let go or finally take a chance.
a/n : hi, everyonee! i'm sorry if part 4 took so long. my schoolworks piled up these past few days and i was CRAMMING. but nw since i'll update as soon as i can, and whenever i can<3 happy weekends!
♪ playlist : canna/rio , heavy heart/rio , so let's go see the stars/boynextdoor , so tender/say sue me , bad/wte , light/wte , can't go/ben , chocolate/bol4 , would you love me/stella jang , everyday/haebin , star drawing/yuziii
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scrambling your blanket up to your body, you flinched at the sudden voice from your bedroom doorway.
"hey! who do you think i am?"
it was moka.
you exhaled sharply, your shoulders finally relaxing as you placed your phone back to your ear.
"never mind, it's just moka. i'll catch up later," you said before hanging up.
"you freaking scared me," you grumbled, rolling your eyes as you swung your legs over the bed, only to immediately regret it when a sharp, throbbing pain pulsed through your skull.
oh god. hangover.
moka scoffed, already making her way to the kitchen. you dragged yourself after her, each step making your head pound even more.
"you were a mess last night," she informed you, grabbing a bowl and ladling soup into it. "you puked on your clothes, and sungho had to call me through your phone to come save your sorry ass." she cringed at the memory.
"oh. my. god."
you slid into a chair at the dining table, covering your face with both hands. the embarrassment was creeping in like a parasite.
"that's so freaking humiliating," you muttered.
"oh, hell yeah, it is," moka chuckled, shaking her head. "lucky for you, i happened to be at a friend's place nearby, or you'd have had to sleep in your own mess. gross."
"you wouldn’t let that happen." you peeked at her through your fingers, recalling the countless times she'd sworn off babysitting your drunk self, only to always show up anyway.
moka scoffed. "don’t test me."
you leaned forward, fidgeting with your hands on the table. "so… sungho called you?"
"mhm. when i got here your mess on the floor and bed had already been cleaned." she said, stirring the soup. "y'all partied without me. never babysitting you again, i swear." she frowned but still placed a steaming bowl of hangover soup in front of you with the care of a mother bird feeding her dumbest chick.
"it was a welcoming party for my university. are you from k-arts?" you deadpanned.
"no," moka mumbled.
"exactly. don't worry, we'll all go out when we’re not busy." you offered, hoping to appease her obvious fomo.
grabbing the spoon, you took a small sip. the warmth and spice rushed through your system, sending a shockwave to your half-dead cells. you cleared your throat and exhaled.
"thank you, moka," you murmured, sending her a small, grateful smile.
she pouted, clearly pretending to be annoyed. "yeah, yeah. don't make it weird."
you snickered, but then your mind drifted back to something else.
sungho.
you set your spoon down and picked up your phone, planning to send him a quick message. but as you pulled up your contacts, realization smacked you in the face. you didn't have his number.
your eyes widened. but wait, hadn't he given it to you back then? on a tissue or something?
you shot up from your chair. "wait a sec."
you rushed back to your room, grabbing the coat you had worn that day which you never wore again so you didn't have to wash it. praying to whatever higher power existed, you dug into the pockets.
please still be there. please still be there.
your fingers brushed against crumpled tissue, and you nearly cheered when you pulled it out. it was a little worse for wear. pulps flaking off, with some of the ink fading, but the number was still legible.
relieved, you walked back to the kitchen, plopping down into your chair. moka didn’t even look up from her phone.
you carefully typed sungho's number into your phone, saving it as sungho.
slightly hesitant, you finally sent the message.
"hey! it’s me, y/n. i just wanted to thank you for last night. it really meant a lot."
you quickly flipped your phone screen down on the table, like that would somehow make the anxiety disappear. with a deep breath, you returned to your soup, the headache slowly fading—helped by both the food and the painkillers you'd took earlier.
with a relieved sigh, you stood and stretched before turning to moka.
"let's go out together. i have to head to uni in an hour."
moka, still lounging on the couch, hummed. "alright. i'll be heading out around that time too. just hurry up."
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞
everything in the visual arts building buzzed with chatter, students carrying large portfolios, canvases, and sketchbooks as they ran through the corridors. the scent of oil paint and lattes hung in the air.
walking side by side with minji and bae, you trailed slightly behind, hands buried in your hoodie's front pocket, brows knitted together in deep thought. the more you thought about last night, the more your stomach churned.
"ugh, god, i'm so embarrassing," you groaned, letting your head fall dramatically onto bae’s shoulder.
bae, who had long grown accustomed to your whining, barely reacted. she simply nudged you off and chuckled. "i'm sure he doesn't mind. the guy looked pretty genuine when he insisted on helping you last night."
you straightened up, scoffing. "yeah, but that doesn't mean i'm allowed to do cringy shit around him," you muttered, groaning into your hands. the mere thought of what else you could've done in your drunken state made you want to dig a hole in the ground and disappear.
minji, walking on your other side, rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "you were drunk, y/n. i'm sure he understands."
bae nodded, a smug grin forming on her lips. "exactly. and let's not forget—he even called moka to have your clothes changed out of respect."
you pursed your lips, thinking about it.
they had a point. sungho had gone out of his way to make sure you were okay, even going as far as to clean up your place before moka could even get there. and he didn't have to do that. most guys would've just dumped you on your bed and left you in your misery. that had to be one of the most thoughtful things a man could do.
you exhaled through your nose. "yeah, i guess you're right," you muttered, deciding to just agree before they lectured you further.
"good. now let's get going before you spiral again," bae said, grabbing your wrist and dragging you forward.
you stumbled slightly but followed along, grumbling. "still embarrassing, though."
minji let out a laugh, shaking her head as she walked beside you. "only you would find a guy being nice to you a source of stress."
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞
the entire morning had passed with just class introductions, some more bearable than others. a few professors were merciful, easing the tension with icebreaker games or casual q&a sessions, while others dove straight into full-blown lectures as if they'd been waiting all summer to unload academic hell upon everyone. and then there were those who, with an evil glint in their eyes, assigned an art project on the first day, due by the end of the month.
if it weren't for the fact that bae and minji were in your class, you were pretty sure you'd already be drafting your dropout plan. but knowing you had at least two people to suffer alongside made things a little more manageable.
now, the common cafeteria was packed, buzzing with life. groups of students squeezed through the maze of tables, some balancing trays piled high with food, others scanning the area for an open seat. a few unlucky ones walked alone, looking like lost souls in need of a companion.
luckily, you weren't one of them.
settled comfortably at a table with bae and minji, you took a sip of your banana milk, letting out a sigh.
"i should probably thank sungho in person later," you mused, swirling the straw in your drink.
"orrrr," bae drawled, gaze flicking behind you, "you could just do it now."
your brows furrowed, confused, until you noticed minji subtly nodding in the same direction. curious, you turned around, only for your breath to catch slightly at the sight of sungho approaching your table.
even from a distance, he was already recognizable. his neatly styled black hair, the way his brown knitted sweater complemented the white trousers he wore, it was unfair how effortlessly put-together he looked. the moment he saw you notice him, his relaxed walk turned into a light jog.
"hey," sungho greeted with a small wave as he came to a stop in front of you, his usual warm smile making you feel comfortable and at ease than earlier.
"hey, sungho," you replied, a little shyly. "i was actually just about to look for you. i never got to properly thank you for last night."
his smile widened slightly, but he simply shook his head. "don't worry about it. i'm just glad you’re feeling better now."
the sincerity in his voice made you relax, and before you knew it, the two of you had settled at the table, effortlessly falling into conversation. sungho listened attentively as you half-jokingly recounted your embarrassment from last night, occasionally teasing you about your drunk state but never in a way that felt mocking. it was nice, and funny.
the atmosphere was lively, full of laughter and banter between you and your friends. for a moment, it felt like nothing could ruin the easy-going mood. but then, that familiar presence approached from behind. you didn't even need to turn around to know who it was.
"what's up?" it was leehan's voice.
unlike before, though, his presence didn't send an immediate wave of tension through you. it was different. not as suffocating, not as cold. maybe even a little hesitant, but certainly not as distant as it once was.
minji's head snapped up, her eyes flickering between you and leehan before she wiggled her eyebrows very unsubtly.
you shot her a glare, rolling your eyes before turning your attention back to leehan. "oh, hey. have a seat." you gestured toward the open chair in front of you, beside bae and minji.
leehan hesitated for a second before nodding, slipping into the chair.
sungho, who had been casually engaged in conversation just moments ago, went quiet. his gaze panned toward leehan. there was no hostility, no obvious tension, but there was definitely something.
leehan, surprisingly, had struck up a pretty lighthearted conversation with everyone at the table. you had expected at least some awkwardness, but he blended in so smoothly it was almost unsettling. you never saw him like this before. he was funny—annoyingly funny, actually, and just as engaging as sungho. the entire time, it felt like watching two suns trying to outshine each other.
at one point, leehan smirked and leaned forward, resting his chin lazily on his hand. "you know," he started, glancing at sungho with faux innocence, "this guy once tripped over absolutely nothing in the middle of the basketball court last year. right in front of the coach. he tried to play it off like he was stretching, but—" leehan chuckled, shaking his head, "he was just laid out on the floor for a solid minute."
sungho groaned, burying his face in his hands. "oh my god, you said you wouldn't bring that up."
minji burst out laughing, nearly choking on her drink. "wait—was this before or after he lectured the entire team about grace and balance?" sungho added.
"oh, right after," leehan confirmed with a grin. "like, literally five minutes after."
sungho shot him a look. "okay, but at least i don't spend every match arguing with the referees like some people."
leehan gasped dramatically. "excuse me? those calls were objectively unfair! i had to say something."
sungho smirked. "did you have to get benched because of it, though?"
leehan waved dismissively. "that’s beside the point."
the table erupted in laughter again. the competitive yet easy-going energy between the two guys was unexpectedly enjoyable, until sungho, seemingly out of nowhere, dropped a comment that made the entire atmosphere shift.
"leehan did nothing the entire summer but brood in his room, talking to his pet fish about this one girl that he no longer sees," sungho quipped, a teasing lilt in his voice.
bae snorted, slapping the table, while sungho chuckled to himself. even you and minji let out small laughs, but something felt off. you glanced at leehan, expecting him to roll his eyes or fire back with a witty remark, but instead, his expression flickered, but for a moment, his gaze snapped toward sungho, his eyes flashing like a lighter flicking to life.
then, just as quickly, he forced out a laugh, the sound slightly strained. "he's bluffing," leehan said, waving a hand dismissively. he played it off so smoothly that if you weren't paying attention, you wouldn't have noticed how his shoulders tensed ever so slightly.
sungho, picking up on something, simply nodded and let it slide, shifting the conversation elsewhere. the moment passed, and soon, the table was back to its usual energy. but something about it lingered.
with classes finally over, you and minji strolled down the street together, the golden light of the sunset casting long shadows across the pavement. bae had gone home early, leaving just the two of you to talk about the day's events like any friends would. and naturally, the main topic on your mind was what had happened at lunch.
"i wonder who sungho was talking about earlier," minji said, hands tucked into the pockets of her jeans. "you know, about leehan."
you shrugged, pretending not to care. "who knows." you were curious too—annoyingly curious, but you weren't about to admit that. "i mean, he spent all of high school avoiding us, so god knows what he's up to. how are we even supposed to know what's going on in his life?"
minji hummed in agreement, but you weren’t done yet.
"and besides, it's none of my business," you added, voice a little sharper than intended. "like, why should i care? he can talk to his pet fish about whoever he wants. not my problem."
minji gave you a look.
you met her gaze, only then realizing how animated you had been. your hands gesturing wildly, your tone was defensive. the eye-rolling, the scoffing, the way your eyebrows had lifted off your face, it was all a little too much for someone who supposedly didn't care.
minji's lips curled into a smirk.
"what?" you snapped, suddenly feeling self-conscious. minji just snickered. "nothing."
"then stop looking at me like that."
she held up her hands in mock surrender, but the mischief in her expression didn't fade.
"chill, dude," she chuckled, taking a step backward while still observing you with a grin.
you groaned. "can you not? i’m just not in the mood right now."
minji just simply turned on her heel and walked ahead, still laughing under her breath. and even though you wanted to ignore it, you couldn't help but replay sungho's words in your mind, over and over again. who was the girl leehan spent his summer brooding over?
you shook your head, dismissing it as just a bad mood—or hell, maybe even an incoming period dragging your emotions to rock bottom. either way, it didn't matter. that conversation was nothing more than casual banter, something that should’ve been funny.
this dynamic between you and leehan carried on for the next three weeks leading up to the membership training. it wasn't quite the same as how things had been back in middle school or high school. no, that dynamic had been colder, distant. this, however, was different. by it, you meant the mildly annoying way sungho kept bringing up that girl—this mysterious someone from his brother's old school that leehan had supposedly fumbled so badly he locked himself in their family house all summer.
and every time it was mentioned, you felt something prickle inside you. it wasn't anger, not exactly. not jealousy either—or at least, that's what you kept telling yourself. but it bothered you, even if you couldn't quite pinpoint why. yet, just as quickly as the feeling crept up, you shook it off, unwilling to confront the unknown reasons behind it.
at one point, your friends—who, for some reason, absolutely couldn't stand you being "moody" again, turned an entire hangout into a full-blown conspiracy session. half the conversation revolved around guessing who sungho was talking about, as if solving this mystery would somehow fix your unspoken irritation.
"maybe it’s minju?" you had blurted out once, the thought slipping before you could stop it.
and from that moment on, it never left your mind. minju here, minju there. of course it would be her—who else? it was almost like you were suffering from a disease without knowing the symptoms or the cause. but at the end of the day, you always pushed the thoughts aside with a dismissive whatever before moving on. before seeing leehan again.
because, despite everything, you were weirdly okay with how things were turning out. leehan was catching up to you, bit by bit. and though there were times when he would go nonverbal or hesitate to approach when sungho wasn't around, progress was progress, as your friends liked to say.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞
the bubbling excitement in your chest all but drowned out any thoughts from the past few weeks. it was finally here—freshman membership training day. a much needed getaway where all the first-years, regardless of department, would head off to a resort or campsite for a day packed with team-building activities, games, and enough forced socializing to either break the ice or break your spirit.
and being the extrovert you were, this was the kind of thing that scratched your brain in all the right ways.
buses lined up in front of the university gate, engines rumbling, ready to take dozens of eager students off to what was basically an overnight camp. you, bae, and minji stood beside your assigned ride, surrounded by the buzz of students lugging their belongings.
unlike your friends, who had each brought a single backpack like they were minimalist monks on a pilgrimage, you had an actual small suitcase—because, unlike some people, you weren't about to survive on just a bar of soap and a spare pair of clothes.
bae snapped a selfie in front of the bus, grinning as she admired her phone screen.
"moka would've loved this," she sighed dreamily, still fixated on whatever conversation she was having.
you and minji locked eyes knowingly.
"of course, moka would love this," you sneered, shaking your head as minji crossed her arms.
ever since the café incident, things between moka and bae had been going suspiciously well. it wasn't surprising when moka eventually asked for jinsol's number, and even less surprising when their conversations became an all-the-time thing. at this point, whenever the four of you went out, it was as if bae was the only person in moka's universe.
and to no one's shock, bae didn't seem clueless about it either.
before you could tease her further, the bus driver's call rang out, signaling the final boarding. minji and bae hopped on first, disappearing into the crowded aisle. you were about to follow when something in your peripheral vision made you pause.
across from your bus, at the baggage compartment of the next one over, leehan was crouched down, shoving his suitcase away.
as if sensing your stare, he turned his head, and for a moment, his dark eyes met yours. then, a small, casual smile flashed across his face.
you blinked, caught off guard, but instinctively returned the gesture before quickly stepping onto the bus. squeezing through the narrow aisle, you tiptoed slightly to shove your small suitcase into the overhead compartment before sitting down beside minji.
bae, now seated across from you, was already glued to her phone, fingers moving rapidly, with an ear-to-ear smile on her lips. no doubt texting a certain someone.
you leaned your head against the window, the cool glass pressing against your temple as the bus rumbled beneath you. outside, the campus gates were already shrinking into the distance, giving way to open roads and rows of trees that motioned together in blurs of green. this was going to be fun. you told yourself that at least five times now. an overnight membership training trip with your friends, new faces to meet—your kind of scene. but despite all the excitement, your mind had the audacity to wander somewhere else. or rather, to someone else.
leehan, of course.
you frowned slightly at your own thoughts, shifting in your seat as if that would shake them off. it's also going to be okay since he's there. maybe we can get closer too. the idea came naturally, and you almost wanted to groan at yourself. not like that. just as friends. obviously.
it wasn't weird to think about a classmate, right? you'd known leehan for years, even if you two barely interacted back then. there was no reason for this to feel like something more. yet, for some reason, the thought of the departments being split for the trip made your stomach sink just a little.
you let out a sigh and leaned back against your seat, ready to shut down that train of thought before it went any further. but then,
"i heard they're not separating the departments this year," a voice from the seat behind you said.
your ears perked up before you could stop yourself. the tiniest smile tugged at your lips before you even realized it, but the second you felt it, you immediately forced it away, scrambling to put on a neutral face. you plugged in your earphones in a hurry, shoving the thought deep, deep down. what was i thinking? of course i'd like it if leehan was there. he's my classmate. my friend. that's it.
minji, who had been silently scrolling through her phone beside you, suddenly muttered without looking up, "sure, keep telling that to yourself."
for a  moment, you thought she had unlocked some kind of psychic ability, or worse, could hear your thoughts. but then you realized that you weren't just thinking those things. you were mumbling them out loud.
heat crawled up your neck as you shot her a glare, trying to play it cool. "i don't know what you're talking about," you said, turning to stare aggressively out the window.
minji let out a chuckle but didn't push further, too busy on her screen. thank god.
still, you made a mental note to never let your thoughts slip past your lips again.
you had almost dozed off for the entire ride, your head lolling slightly against the window, but just as you were about to fully drift into sleep, the bus came to a sudden stop. blinking groggily, you rubbed your eyes and looked around, realizing that you had finally arrived at the campsite.
the moment you stepped off the bus, a fresh breeze greeted you. the area was breathtaking—an expansive field surrounded by towering trees, their leaves rustling softly in the wind. in the distance, the city skyline twinkled under the sun, tiny and far away.
excited murmurs filled the area as students scrambled around, pulling out their phones to take pictures, pointing at every little thing that caught their attention. someone from another group had already started a mini-photoshoot under a particularly aesthetic tree, while others were busy inspecting the camping grounds.
your group had already decided to bring just one large tent—moka's, which bae had to practically beg to borrow. you, bae, and minji set your bags down at a good spot as they started unfolding the tent, the two already bickering about the instructions before they even began.
"i'm telling you, this pole goes there—"
"bae, you don't even know how to set up a tent—"
"neither do you!"
you took that as your cue to step away before you got roped into their struggle. wandering off toward the edge of the field, you took a deep breath, feeling in the peaceful atmosphere.
"what do you think of the site?"
the voice beside you made you blink in surprise. you turned your head, meeting leehan's eyes. he stood there casually, hands in his pockets, looking out at the scenery.
you hesitated for a second before offering a small, tight-lipped smile. "it's nice here," you mumbled, shifting your gaze back toward the horizon. "away from the city pollution."
leehan nodded in agreement, his eyes still fixed on the view.
you stood side by side, both staring at the scenery, neither saying a word. you weren't even sure why, but every interaction with leehan felt like this. awkward, stiff, like your usually endless vocabulary shrank to fifty words the moment he was around. you weren't even sure if he felt the same, but judging by how he never really tried to start conversations either, you figured he probably did.
what were you supposed to say? the weather's nice? and then what? you could already hear the conversation dying within seconds.
eventually, leehan let out a soft sigh and broke the silence. "i'll see you later at the activities."
you blinked at him blankly before giving a small nod. "alright, see you later."
without another word, he turned and walked back to his group, where his friends were still setting up their tents.
before you could even process the encounter, minji appeared by your side, arms crossed.
"wow, didn't know you and leehan were buddies now." she nudged your side teasingly.
you rolled your eyes and let out a chuckle. "shut up."
the two of you made your way back to your tent just as the upperclassmen and club leaders began gathering everyone for the welcoming speech and an overview of the team-building games.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞
the afternoon was a pack of excitement and laughter as the games began. you had expected them to be fun, but they were even better than you expected. your department was in high spirits, the energy was contagious as you all threw yourselves into the challenges. every win felt like a small victory, and every loss was met with dramatic groans and playful jokes.
you knew this kind of fun wouldn't last. soon enough, university life would hit like a truck, drowning you in exams and deadlines. so you let yourself enjoy every second of it, living in the moment.
as expected, you, minji, and bae weren't allowed to be on the same team, much to bae's dismay. "we're literally the glue of this department," she whined as the department head dragged her away to a different group.
but the team you ended up with was fun, and it was nice meeting new people.
still, you'd be lying if you said you weren't a little disappointed that you weren't on the same team as leehan. not that it mattered. okay, maybe it mattered just a little.
unfortunately for you, the teams were formed by department, meaning you wouldn't be working with him anytime soon. however, that didn't mean you wouldn't be competing against them.
the final game of the day before dinner was announced, and a wave of excitement ran through the crowd.
"whoever loses will be on grill duty for the night," a senior called out, smirking as students groaned and laughed.
you barely had time to react before you felt hands pushing you forward.
"y/n, go!!" someone shouted.
before you knew it, you were standing at the center of the field, blinking in confusion as your entire department cheered wildly behind you. apparently, your earlier victories had already made you a fan favorite, and now, they were practically throwing you into battle.
"that's our girl!!" bae's voice rang from the crowd, earning more cheers.
you let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head as you turned to face your opponent.
the roar of the other team's cheers suddenly grew louder. intrigued, you glanced over at them, only for your stomach to drop slightly.
the performance arts department was celebrating loudly, their voices echoing across the field. and at the center of it all, stepping forward with the casual confidence of someone who knew they were about to put on a show—leehan.
hands in his pockets, he walked toward the middle of the field, he was relaxed, almost lazy. then, as if he had been expecting you all along, he simply smiled and raised his eyebrows at you.
the senior hosting the game smirked, clearly enjoying the situation. "alright, the mechanics are simple," he announced, arms crossed. "palm push. no hard shoving—just light, strategic pushing. whoever falls first loses, and their department gets stuck on grill duty for the night."
of course, out of all games, it had to be palm push. and out of all people, it had to be leehan.
just the thought of standing inches away from him, hands practically touching, forced to look straight into his eyes made you want to dig a hole and never come out. your friends were definitely going to drag this up until the end of university. scratch that—the entire department was about to witness your awkward chemistry unfold in real time.
but it was too late to back out now.
taking a deep breath, you stepped onto the log, wobbling almost instantly. the wooden surface was rough beneath your feet, the bark stripped away in some places, making it dangerously smooth. your arms flailed as you tried to steady yourself, and you barely noticed leehan flinch beside you, his hand twitching slightly like he was ready to catch you if you fell.
you managed to stay upright somehow, but the difference between you and leehan was already obvious. where you wobbled like an inflatable tube man, leehan stepped onto the log with ease, his stance was solid, and a relaxed posture. he barely even shifted his weight, while you were one wrong breath away from falling face first.
a loud groan erupted from the performance arts students behind him.
"don't lose, leehan!" one of them called. "we don't wanna smell like charcoal for the next three days!"
"yeah, no pressure," minji added with an evil grin, winking at you from the sidelines.
you turned to face leehan, standing only a breath apart. his hands hovered hesitantly in front of him, and for a good second, neither of you moved.
a beat of silence, then another.
and then—
"oh my god, are they just gonna stare at each other?" someone groaned from the crowd.
"just push already!"
leehan exhaled, his gaze flickering to the side for half a second, just enough time for you to notice. his ears were turning red.
he wasn't making the first move.
so, you took a deep breath and pressed your palms against his. the moment you made contact, leehan's reflexes kicked in. and, he dodged.
his hands swung back, completely avoiding your push at the last second, and then— your own momentum collapsed.
your foot slipped. your weight tipped forward. the log suddenly felt like the most unstable thing in existence as gravity won.
gasps rippled through the crowd as you flailed, arms reaching for anything, anyone.
leehan moved.
his hands caught your shoulders in a firm grip, fingers tightening instinctively. but it was already too late. you were falling, and instead of pushing you back up—he pulled you toward him.
a rush of wind filled your ears as the two of you went tumbling down. you barely processed the feeling of his chest against yours before you crashed onto the grass, landing right on top of him.
the world tilted. the shouts from the crowd muffled. for a split second, all you could focus on was the solid warmth beneath you—the rise and fall of leehan's chest, the way his dark lashes fluttered slightly as he blinked up at you. his hands were still gripping your shoulders, his brows furrowed slightly like he was still processing what just happened.
the realization hit you just as you lifted your head, only to see him staring up at the sky, lips pressed into a tight line, his face was burning red.
the entire field erupted—some students were groaning in disappointment, others were screaming like they had just witnessed a scene straight out of a romance drama.
"yo, leehan took the fall!!" someone from his team yelled.
"did he just sacrifice himself?!"
"that was so dramatic, what the hell—"
your own department wasn't much better. minji and bae were practically dying in the background, their laughter was hysterical.
"oh my god-oh my god," bae wheezed, gripping minji's shoulder for support. "that was the most awkward slow-motion fall i have ever seen in my life—"
"leehan, buddy, you're getting grilled for this one," another guy from his team teased, making the rest of his department cackle.
you, on the other hand, were still frozen in place, staring down at leehan, who seemed to be mentally processing his life choices. his arms had already dropped to his sides, but his eyes refused to meet yours.
"…did you just let yourself fall?" you finally asked, voice barely above a whisper.
leehan's jaw tightened. he exhaled sharply through his nose before muttering, "you were gonna fall face-first into the ground."
you blinked. "yeah, but-"
before you could even finish your sentence, he suddenly sat up, shifting you off him gently that made your face heat up. "forget it," he mumbled, finally looking at you quickly before standing up.
you stayed seated, still trying to process what just happened as the senior clapped his hands together.
"well! that was… an interesting match," he said, barely holding back a grin. "congrats to the performance arts department!, you know what to do—get the grill ready."
a wave of groans and playful complaints came from leehan's team, but they didn't seem all that upset, more entertained, if anything.
leehan, meanwhile, didn't say another word as he dusted off his clothes and walked back toward his department, his ears still visibly red.
minji and bae wasted no time sprinting toward you. "you have to be kidding me," minji said, breathless from laughter. "that was the most painfully awkward yet cinematic thing i've ever witnessed."
bae grabbed your shoulders, shaking you slightly. "he let himself fall, y/n. fall."
"i know—" you stammered, still completely overwhelmed.
"oh, we are never letting this go," minji smirked. "your future grandchildren will hear about this."
you groaned, burying your face in your hands.
you finally pushed yourself up, brushing dirt off your clothes while shooting a glare at minji and bae, who were both clearly enjoying themselves way too much.
"come on, save the shit for later. the table's waiting." you furrowed your brows and quickly jogged toward the open field, where a designated dining area had been set up—foldable tables lined up neatly under hanging string lights, with food stalls stationed nearby.
behind you, minji and bae exchanged a look before following, still grinning like they had just witnessed the juiciest scene of the year.
the scent of grilled pork and sizzling spices wafted through the air as you approached the grilling station. the area was mostly empty except for leehan and his two friends tending to the food. he stood near the grill, tongs in hand, flipping pieces of marinated pork. the glow from the flames reflected an orange light on his face, making his usual sharp features seem softer—though the redness on his ears tells the fact that he was definitely still thinking about what happened.
unfortunately, so were you.
but if nobody else in the field seemed to care about your very public fall and totally-not-a-hug, except for your nosy friends, then maybe, you could pretend it never happened.
with a quick glance back at your table where minji and bae were already watching like they were waiting for more drama, you sighed and walked toward leehan.
"hey." you bit your lip, shifting your weight as you awkwardly patted the sides of your jeans.
leehan glanced at you, his grip on the tongs tightening for half a second before he quickly snapped his attention back to the grill. "uh—hi." he stuttered slightly, eyes locked on the sizzling meat like it was the most fascinating thing around.
the air between you felt weird. not bad, just charged. and the last thing you wanted was for your friends to have more material to tease you with, so instead of bringing up the fall, you latched onto the first neutral thing that came to mind.
"why are you and your two friends the only ones grilling?" you asked, arms crossing as you tilted your head.
leehan exhaled, scratching the back of his neck. "oh, well. i fell on purpose, and i didn't exactly lose because of—uh, skill issue." his voice dropped slightly at the end. "so i told them i'd just stay here and handle it while they took a break. my friends decided to stick around."
at that, you turned your head slightly, only to find his two friends watching with matching shit-eating grins. one even wiggled his eyebrows at you.
your throat went dry. "oh."
feeling the weight of guilt creeping in, you lowered your voice. "i'm… sorry about that. you could've just let me fall. literally that's the purpose of the game."
leehan's brows furrowed. "no, no, don't worry about it." his reply was quick, almost automatic, but he still didn’t dare look at you for more than half a second—like prolonged eye contact might make him explode.
you nodded, deciding not to push further. "okay, well… i'll be at our table." you gestured vaguely in the direction of your friends, who were still watching from across the field, minji giving you an exaggerated thumbs-up.
leehan finally glanced at you, just for a second before nodding.
as you turned and walked away, the moment you were just barely out of earshot, one of leehan's friends, gyuvin, wasted no time.
he bumped his shoulder. "what was that about?" his grin was obnoxious.
leehan rolled his eyes. "nothing."
gyuvin's smirk widened. "you like that art kid, don't you?"
leehan shot him a glare, but his damn ears and smile were giving him away again. "it's not like that," he muttered, flipping another piece of pork with slightly more force than necessary. "i just—she was gonna fall face-first. i was just helping."
gyuvin raised his hands sarcastically. "sure, sure. i didn't even say anything about what happened earlier. defensive punk." he snickered before turning back to the grill.
leehan let out a deep sigh. his gaze drifted toward your table, where you were now laughing at something minji said, eyes crinkling, completely at ease.
and somehow, despite everything, he didm't feel the need to avoid you anymore. if anything, the whole thing just made him less tense around you. he then looked back down at the grill, the corner of his lips quirking up slightly, especially knowing that sungho wasn't around.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞
hours had passed, and everything had gone as smoothly as it could for a night filled with alcohol-fueled chaos. the majority of the students were sprawled across tables, completely blacked out, while the slightly more functional seniors—who weren't much better off, had taken on the duty of dragging everyone into their tents. your two friends were no exception, and you had just finished dragging their deadweight bodies inside, tucking them in like unruly toddlers.
unlike them, you were still fairly sober, well, at least sober enough to remain functional. you couldn't afford to be wasted like the last time, not when leehan was also among the last ones standing. the thought of embarrassing yourself in front of him isn't in your bucket list.
with the last of the stragglers taken care of, you helped leehan and the remaining seniors clean up the field. tables were folded back into place, chairs stacked, grills set aside, and stalls closed. most of the lamps had been turned off, leaving only the dim glow of the ones hanging from wooden posts scattered around the area. the atmosphere had shifted from lively chaos to a sleepy, dreamlike haze.
it was already past 11 pm, but exhaustion hadn't caught up to you yet. instead, a restless energy buzzed under your skin. you grabbed a chair and positioned it a few steps away from the tents, facing the open view of the night. the sky stretched before you.
you cracked open a bottle of soju, deciding that now was the perfect time to have your drink. the night was winding down, and for once, you could just sit back and enjoy it.
then, you turned your head just as leehan walked over, dragging a chair beside yours. a can of beer dangled from his fingers.
"can i sit here?" he asked, glancing at you.
you hummed in response, nodding as you popped a chip into your mouth. "mhm, sure."
the two of you sat in comfortable silence, the distant conversations of the last few awake students—two seniors who were obviously a couple and three freshmen still lingering on the field, filled the background.
"i had fun today," you murmured absentmindedly, crunching on another chip.
leehan let out a deep sigh. "me too. today was great."
you glanced at him before speaking again. "thanks again... for earlier."
he simply smiled, shaking his head. "no problem. don't mention it."
a beat of silence passed, but something passed by your mind—a spark of curiosity you could no longer ignore.
"leehan, by any chance…" you hesitated for a second before looking at him directly. "did you used to hate me?"
he froze mid-sip, his can of beer hovering just before his lips. his expression flickered before he placed the can down beside him.
"no, y/n. i didn't hate you," he said simply.
but that wasn't enough for you. "then why?" you didn't elaborate, but you knew he understood exactly what you were asking. "and don't avoid my question."
he let out a sigh, as if he's caught in a corner. "i just… didn't know how to talk to you, that's all," he admitted before taking another sip of his beer.
you scoffed under your breath, "you could've just said hi. or, i don't know, maybe actually responded when i tried to talk to you a million times?"
leehan sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "it's easier said than done."
you narrowed your eyes. "what’s that supposed to mean?"
"i did try, y/n," he muttered. "it's just… there were reasons."
before you could press further, his phone buzzed in his pocket. he barely glanced at the screen before standing up.
"i have to take this. it's sungho."
you watched as he walked away, pressing the phone to his ear. you exhaled, swirling your drink before downing the shot in one go. by the time leehan returned a few minutes later, the mood had already shifted.
neither of you spoke, but the itch to start another conversation is still there. you weren't about to bring up the previous topic again, at least not now. so instead, you went for something else.
"by the way," you started, tilting your head slightly, "who was the person your brother was talking about during summer vacation?"
leehan, now slightly buzzed himself, didn't seem as guarded. he simply hummed, pretending to think.
your lips curled into a teasing smirk. "was it minju?" you nudged his shoulder playfully. "moka and minji swore you had a thing for her. can't blame you though, she's pretty."
your voice started lighthearted, but by the end, your playful sneer faded into something softer. you turned away, pretending to focus on the open view again, but the slight crease in your brows said otherwise.
after a second of silence, leehan spoke.
"it's—" he hesitated, his fingers twitching against the beer can. "it's not…"
you turned back to him, eyebrows raised. "what?"
he shifted in his seat, finally facing you fully.
"it's not what you think," he said, his voice quieter this time.
there was something about the way he said it—something hidden between his words. his gaze met yours, intense and unfazed, and it felt like he was trying to tell you something without actually saying it out loud. just like he did during orientation.
"it's really not… y/n." his fingers curled slightly, as if resisting the urge to reach out to touch your hand resting on the armrest.
your breath hitched. then, his gaze dropped, and his expression hardened. "i regretted shutting you out for years. and i thought…" he swallowed. "i thought i'd never see you again."
your heart stumbled over itself. but before you could even begin to process what he was saying, he shook his head abruptly.
"no, forget it." his tone shifted back to dismissive. "i just felt guilty, that's all."
and just like that, he stood up, smiling down at you as if the conversation never happened.
"good night."
you blinked, still reeling from what you just heard. "...good night, leehan."
as he walked away, disappearing into the field, you sat there, gripping the soju bottle a little tighter. yes, you were buzzed. but you weren't that drunk. you heard every single word. you absorbed everything.
and honestly? sometimes, you just wanted to punch the truth straight out of his stomach.
for weeks, leehan had been confusing. but now it was getting worse. still, your sister's words, wooyoung's advice, and your mom's reminders echoed in your mind.
"give it time." you exhaled, leaning back in your chair, the night air cool against your warm cheeks.
easier said than done.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞
after that evening, the fragile bridge between you and leehan seemed to be crumbling again—slowly this time, like glue unsticking at the edges rather than shattering all at once. it wasn't like in high school, when he'd casually strike up a conversation with you one day and then act like you didn't exist the next. no, this was different. leehan was still around, but there was a distance creeping in. he avoided certain conversations, left texts on read a little longer than usual, but he didn't leave you hanging or outright ignore you either.
you hadn't told your friends about what you and leehan talked about that night. you already knew they wouldn't let it go, the same way they still hadn't stopped hounding you about what happened during the game. and when they told moka? oh, it got worse.
"ugh, i would pay to see that firsthand."
"i bet leehan couldn't sleep that day."
"do you have a video of it?"
it was like they were tuning in to some long-awaited high school drama, hanging onto every detail as if they were watching a season finale. meanwhile, you were just confused.
but soon enough, life caught up.
hell period arrived in full force—projects piled up, deadlines loomed, and sleep became a myth. for three months straight, you barely had time to think about anything except surviving the academic hell. even leehan, whose presence had occupied too much of your headspace before, became just another background character in your overloaded brain.
so, when sungho's voice echoed through the empty art studio one night, it startled you out of your exhaustion.
"need a lift?"
you blinked up at him, paint-streaked and sleep-deprived, having spent the past day and a half obsessing over a portrait for your professor, because, of course, your perfectionist tendencies wouldn't let you submit anything less than flawless.
letting out a sigh, you stretched your stiff arms above your head. "yeah, might not have the patience to wait for the bus tonight." you chuckled, tugging off your apron.
sungho leaned against your desk, watching as you packed up. "band practice ended earlier, figured you'd still be here. this place is basically your second home at this point."
"tell me about it." you slung your bag over your shoulder.
"oh, by the way, thanks again for designing our band logo. that probably ate up a lot of your time."
you waved him off with a smile. "no worries. happy to be part of your future world domination as a band."
sungho laughed, but before he could offer anything in return, you quickly shut him down. you weren't taking any grand gestures as a 'thank you'—except maybe a ride home, since the two of you lived in the same apartment complex.
as you walked through the dimly lit corridors of your building, sungho glanced over at you. "you should eat something proper. come have dinner at my place. i insist."
"nah, i'll be fine with ramyeon," you replied without hesitation.
sungho clicked his tongue and stepped in front of you, blocking your way. "please? just this once? think of it as a proper thank-you, and then i won't insist anymore."
you rolled your eyes but couldn't help smiling. "fine. alright."
grinning in victory, sungho led the way to his apartment and entered the passcode. "welcome," he said, stepping inside and neatly placing his shoes on the rack. you followed, taking in the surroundings as you set your bag down on the sofa.
to your surprise, the place was spotless, organized. almost disturbingly clean.
"this is not what i expected." you smirked, leaning against the kitchen counter as he disappeared into his room to put away his guitar.
"what, you thought i'd be a mess because i'm a man, and in a band?" sungho chuckled as he emerged, heading straight for the fridge. "i clean pretty often."
"i can tell." you glanced around, noticing small personal touches—decorations on the shelves, a game console by the tv, a fish plushie resting against the couch. "you've got a lot of stuff for someone who lives alone."
sungho snorted, pulling a frozen steak from the fridge. "alone? oh, no. i live with leehan."
you froze mid-scan of the apartment.
"—what?"
before you could fully process that bombshell, a door creaked open across the room.
"who the hell are you talking to—"
leehan's voice cut off abruptly.
your eyes met his. his eyes met yours. both of you stood frozen like deer caught in headlights.
"what are you doing here?!" leehan demanded, whipping his head toward sungho like he had just betrayed a sacred brotherly code.
you opened your mouth, then closed it, still too baffled by the revelation to form a proper response.
of course, he'd be living with his brother. why did your brain automatically assume he lived with his parents?
still, the fact that he looked just as shocked as you felt was almost funny. you cleared your throat, pointing weakly at the wall next to you. "uh… i live next door."
leehan's face twisted in a mix of disbelief and regret, like he had just realized there was no escaping you.
sungho, meanwhile, simply turned back to the stove and muttered, "why are you two so shocked to see each other?"
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!! SPOILERS - Careful, Venom The last dance spoilers here !!!
I was wondering while watching the movie if that would give me new ideas for Eddie and his tiny alien, and yes, yes it did.
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When Y/N had met Eddie Brock in a New York cafe, he had hesitated at first before accepting her into his life.
It had taken him several weeks to open up, talk to her, understand that she liked him, and then admit that he liked her too.
Once he had offered her his trust, he had explained why to her. Really explained everything, adding that he understood that she thought he was crazy and that she would decide to run away from him when he was done.
First, he had completely ruined his career and his relationship with his fiancée Anne by being selfish and stupid. For a long time, Eddie had refused to see the truth, making excuses, but he had to admit that it was all his fault.
Then, there was Venom. The alien symbiote who had brought as much joy as problems into his existence, before sacrificing himself to save him, along with the rest of humanity.
"He was my best friend." he said, trying to hold back his sobs. "He could be annoying, but I wasn't a gift either. We were supposed to see the Statue of Liberty together, but… Well. I miss him a lot. It's weird not hearing from him all the time. It's hard without him."
Not only did these revelations not scare Y/N away, but she found herself even more in love and touched by this wounded man who was doing his best to move forward despite everything he had been through.
Like a wild animal, it took a little more time to reassure Eddie that she really loved him and especially that he wasn't going to lose her.
For their first date, he offered her an ice cream, not far from Lady Liberty. Y/N took his hand, to support him, but especially so that he knew that she wasn't going to try to make him forget Venom.
Just because they were together didn't erase everything he'd experienced with his alien parasite friend, who was a lot like a boyfriend when he told her all their stories.
"Nah, just a friend."
"You said you loved each other."
"Like buddies."
"You had arguments as a couple. He was jealous and protective. You gave him chocolate on Valentine's Day."
"Once ! And to keep him quiet. And the rest was just a symbiote thing."
"You admitted to me that he 'took care of' your erections when he was in full form. Why did you have erections anyway ?"
"… Shit, I was in a relationship with Vee."
He cried again, in shock. Not because he was ashamed, but because he had not understood the nature of their relationship, much more intense than simple friendship. He did not blame Y/N for opening his eyes, as she did not hold back from doing so, thinking that it was necessary for him to grieve properly.
Several months passed, life continuing in an excellent direction.
After using his contacts and abilities, Eddie Brock had become a formidable reporter in New York, even if he was a little more careful about his methods and the people he wrote about.
In his private life, he made Y/N very happy, learning from his past mistakes to become the best boyfriend possible. No secrets, no lies, no manipulation to get information for an article. They were not in symbiosis, but almost.
Much more relaxed and open than before, he kept his calm in most situations. Even when they had some cockroach problems. Or rather one cockroach problem.
"It's still there." Eddie noted while drinking his coffee, observing the insect that was partially hidden behind the couch.
"Do you want me to call someone ?"
"Nah. He doesn't hurt anyone, that little guy. We don't leave food lying around, we throw out our trash. No point in staying here or calling his friends. He must be lost, he'll leave eventually."
"What if he thinks you're so cool that he tells the others to come over just so he can watch you sleep ?"
"Eww, babe, gross. Listen, if he's still here in a week, I'll take care of him. But it must be a neighbor with questionable hygiene who has a colony, he'll go back there."
The cockroach stayed, but like Eddie had said, he wasn't that much of a nuisance. Most of the time he was nowhere to be found, otherwise he stayed in his corner.
Strangely, he showed up when the couple was together, as if he was waiting to watch them. His presence was still abnormal, in addition to being possibly dirty, so Y/N decided to take matters into her own hands, trying to get him out.
"I know you're the most impossible thing to kill on this Earth." she said to the cockroach that was hiding under the closet. "And besides, Eddie decided he didn't want you to die, so let me put you in this jar, I'll take you to a landfill, and you'll be the happiest little cockroach, okay ?"
Of course, the insect wasn't ready to cooperate, putting itself as far away as possible, in an impossible place to reach. It was ridiculous, but Y/N had the impression that it understood perfectly what she was saying.
Eddie found her on the living room floor, her hand under the closet, trying for several hours to catch it.
"Need some help ?"
"Thanks, Eddie, it's between him and me now."
"Poor little thing that has no chance against someone stronger than them. Accept that he's winning."
"You're hilarious. He's staring at me without moving, he's making fun of me, it's personal. I'm pretty sure I saw him smile."
"You been upside down for a long time, babe ?" he asked as he sat down next to her, rubbing her back. "Come on, I'll take care of it, I'll get rid of the horrible monster."
"No, Eddie… Please…"
It was probably the first time someone had dropped their shoe to cry and try to hug a cockroach, but Eddie being an extraordinary man, Y/N was only half surprised. Same thing when the insect started talking again, small tentacles coming out of it to wrap around her boyfriend. She had thought she had imagined that voice.
Losing its dark color, the creature was thrown out the window, while the tentacles remained around Eddie, before disappearing, as if absorbed by his heart. Then an alien head appeared near his shoulder.
"Wait… Is that Venom ?" she asked, a bit lost. "You told me he was dead."
"I thought so too ! Last time, he was just exhausted but still inside me, but this time… Vee, I thought I'd never see you again !"
"Eddie… I told you it wasn't goodbye. It took me a lot longer than I thought to find you. Cockroaches are tough, but their legs are tiny, not as fast as a horse. And then… I saw you with your new love. So I didn't know if you'd want me to come back."
"But of course I…"
Remembering the discussion they had had, Eddie turned to Y/N, as if he was scared. Now that he knew the feelings he had for his symbiote, without ever realizing it when they were together, it was embarrassing to say that he wanted him back while he was in a relationship with her.
Maybe Venom had insisted for a long time that he get back with Anne, because it seemed to be the key to his host's happiness, but then there had been no one between them.
The alien didn't know Y/N. He had spent several days observing her, seeing if she was good enough for his Eddie, and after accepting that she was a suitable partner, he had wondered if he wasn't going to ruin everything by showing himself.
After all, Eddie had often said that it was his fault that he had lost everything. Venom didn't agree, he knew that most of his host's problems were the result of his bad decisions, but maybe he had turned his life upside down a bit, forcing him to give up certain things for him, like Vee had given up certain things to please him.
A relationship was certainly one of those things. With Anne, it might have been possible since she knew about the symbiote, but someone new ? That would have been hard to sell.
"You told her about me ?" Venom realized as he stared at Y/N. "Weren't you ashamed ? Didn't you repress your feelings because of the stupid social conventions that say men should be strong and insensitive ?"
"Of course I told her about you. I made a lot of resolutions after… After. I wanted to honor your memory, while being honest with Y/N."
"That's good, Eddie ! You're a little less of a loser !"
"Thanks, buddy, so nice."
Poor Eddie grimaced, probably accepting that this insult was a compliment, but Y/N quickly understood that there was a parallel, silent discussion going on between them in his head. She could easily guess that Venom was wondering if he would be able to stay, if she would leave because of him, or worse if his host would have to make a choice, which would make him unhappy.
Ensuring the happiness of his human was so important to him that the symbiote would have been ready to stay hidden under their couch, to be close to him without risking disturbing him. Who could hate such an adorable alien ?
"If we don't adopt chickens, and we buy lots of chocolate, I guess cohabitation won't be impossible." she smiled shyly, before they found the courage to ask her opinion.
"Babe ? Really ?"
"You really chose well, Eddie ! She might even be too good for you !"
"Thanks Vee, really super nice again. But babe, are you sure ? He can be… We are… You can say it if you find it weird."
"It's weird, but it doesn't bother me."
Almost every day, Eddie kissed her tenderly, in the morning, before leaving for work, when entering their apartment, when they went to sleep, but he had never been so passionate when he kissed her at that moment, repeating that he loved her.
As if he had been there forever, the alien had surrounded them with his tentacles in an attempt of a hug, commenting on the scene that he considered the most beautiful and romantic thing he had ever seen, even better than in his favorite telenovela with Maximiliano. He immediately ordered them to watch it when Y/N told him that she didn't know who he was talking about.
Not as invested, Eddie fell asleep on the sofa, keeping her in his arms and snoring lightly in her neck, while Venom explained the previous episodes to her with great excitement, as if everything was normal.
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