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july-19th-club · 1 year ago
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do you guys think dean and richie ever fucked? answer is yeah absolutely and my evidence is as follows: a) they both like sex so much they've created a whole part of their personality around it. two guys like that meet and they literally cannot resist having what they tell themselves is a 'threesome' on account of there's a woman involved but they both wind up sucking each other off and they have a great time and yeah, it is gay even if you bring a chick in on your sucking and fucking adventure, actually. b) richie is a man dean knows but who he has to introduce to sam, and i automatically assume that every time there's a friend of dean's that sam doesn't already know about, it's because dean considers that friend to be 'embarrassing' on some level, and because dean is immature, this usually means in a sexual manner. all of his old friends who he has to introduce to sam are guys he's fucked. c) one thing dean loves to do when he really, really likes someone is to get overly bossy about their safety in a way that annoys everyone - "richie you're not cut out for this job you should quit you're gonna die" and furthermore c.2) richie isn't cut out for the job and he does die, which adds further evidence because the narrative always sides with dean on whether or not someone is competent. dean is allowed to boss his loved ones around because narratively he's conveniently always correct about what's best for them. also d) i think it's really funny for a caricature of a cowboy outlaw and a caricature of an italian from joisey to get naked and enjoy each other's company
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recalcitrantlycaffeinated · 23 days ago
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So I started watching Outer Banks for an extremely normal reason - I was doing a fun taking-personality-tests night with family to match each of our personalities with a TV character (I was obviously Bailey from Grey's Anatomy, but that's not the point). I then decided to take the test again, answering questions as if I was the Ultimate Robyn Blorbo, to see which character I matched with and thus discover if I was missing out on a piece of media designed specifically with me in mind. The test said "bitch, have you heard of this show Outer Banks" and I said "bitch, Netflix tries to feed that show to me every day of my life and the trailer looks stupid as hell" and I watched the first few seasons of the show anyway and after every episode I went to my husband and tried to explain how good the show was for me specifically exclusively by telling him how many times JJ got beaten up that episode (my husband was over this before season 1 even ended because this makes sense to no one).
I was forced to admit that even though John B and Sarah mostly make me want to throw myself into a lake, Outer Banks was able to successfully blend all of my favorite blorbo tropes into one (1) idiot boy who talk shit, get hit, search for treasure, no impulse control, always dirty, will try to physically fight the police. The writers rolled every single one of my favorite idiot teenage McDonald's coworkers (who hated customers and did stupid accents and sang songs about the evil owners) up with all the recalcitrant characters I read in books (who got punched by classmates and had terrible families) and wrote in stories (who were poor and had to work for rich people) and played in DND (who had no self preservation and loved to roll for Deception/Charisma) and tied it up in a bow that was Riley from National Treasure (without any of the nerdiness) and sometimes it made me furious. I truly hate the idea of having AI make me a show built just for me but instead there are real people out there writing this show who have presumably been spying on me for decades in order to write this one specific character and it makes me crazy.
OBX writers, I feel so seen. Why do I feel so seen. Stop seeing me.
That is a lot of preamble to say that I am finally watching the last JJ season of OBX and even though I have only just started I already don't...know...what they are going to do...after he dies. Who is a physical violence going to happen to in every episode?? They cannot mess up the main character's face and Pope is simply not dumb enough for things to happen to him. How do you make OBX if at least five bad things to do not happen to JJ per episode even though he is not the main character?
#i don't know if i'm going to post my way through the whole season#because it would legitimately just be my kicking my legs giggling about physical violence happening to my favorite character#or having a great time because everyone on this show is a chaotic neutral idiot and that's so much more fun#than a show where smart people just fail to communicate with each other#but it's like i wrote this character eight different ways myself and i beat up on him so much#and now i get to watch somebody else beat up on him and be mad because that's my boy?#but also say 100 times per episode You Would Say That Wouldn't You#it is absolutely crack that was homebrewed just for me and i hate it and i LOVE it#and it has to end and i have to enjoy the ride somehow#and also if 911 bobbyalivemaxxing has taught me anything it's that i can't get rid of you people#when i'm on my bullshit you all just collectively decide to ignore me and then go back to liking my posts when they are good again#you never actually abandon me and that's so fucking cathartic for somebody who always worried if i was too myself people would not like me#and being a follower is different than being a friend but there's something still to be said for the fact that on tumblr#so many people can say “oh that's just my one blog's Worst Fandom They Like” and ignore it even if it's not their thing AT ALL#when i was originally on tumblr prior to the Great Depression Post Childbirth i tried so hard to curate my shit#and i have recently just embraced my lunacy because where else can i post this nonsense#if even my husband and my best friend are like we do not understand the experience of having a blorbo that gets hit a lot#i know at least half of you weirdos have read the Thief series so you fucking get it#thank you for listening and thank you for ignoring or sending whiny hatemail or whatever#thank you for seeing me even if you think i'm insane#i would have journaled so much about this show in the olden days and it's just so fun to get a little bit of that back#behold i wrote a thing#outer banks#as always i implore you never to even look at the outer banks tag in general#it will make you wonder how the fuck everyone else is watching this show which is clearly about the least stacked DND party in history#it is not!!!!!!! about abs!! especially not the abs of the villains who suck!!!!! stop writing fanfiction#and start making more gifs of people saying stupid things
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shadesofhogwarts · 3 months ago
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(1) Poly!marauders where reader is madly in love w her three best friends
Word count: 1.5k
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It started with Sirius showing up outside your flat with a bag of crisps and his bike helmet tucked under one arm.
You opened the door in the hoodie you’d been wearing for three days and blinked at him like he wasn’t supposed to be real.
“You look like you’ve been drafted,” he said by way of greeting. “Remus said you haven’t left your flat in five days. James cried.”
“I didn’t cry,” James said from somewhere behind him, a little out of breath. “I got misty. It’s different
And then came Remus, holding out a takeaway coffee like an offering, one eyebrow raised. “You’re coming with us. No arguing. Pack a bag.”
You didn't ask where. You didn’t care. You were so tired of the books and the constant deadlines and the silence of your flat��� the kind of silence that filled your head until it echoed.
So you packed.
The Airbnb is tucked somewhere along a lake two hours out of London. It smells like wood and rain, and when you open the door, you’re hit with the cold realization that there’s only one bed.
James notices first. He stops in the doorway and laughs.
“Cozy.”
But now you’re standing in the doorway of the tiny cabin, blinking at the single queen bed like it personally betrayed you.
“I call edge,” you say faintly, like the physical distance will protect you from the ache of being near them but never close enough.
“Which one?” James grins, tossing his duffle onto the bed without shame. “There are three.”
You don’t answer. Just rub your temples and pretend the flush in your cheeks is from the hike up.
You think about backing out. About claiming you forgot something urgent, maybe a group project, a funeral. But Sirius wraps an arm around your shoulders like he knows exactly what you’re thinking and says, “Don’t be boring, love. We’ll pile in like sardines.”
Remus shoots him a look over your head. “She doesn’t have to if she’s not comfortable.”
You want to tell him the truth– that comfort isn’t the issue. It’s that you don’t think you’ll survive being this close to them for this long.
Instead, you smile. “It’s fine. I’ll sleep on the floor.”
James frowns, offended. “You absolutely will not.”
That night, you all end up outside on the little wooden deck, a blanket shared across laps and legs brushing like it’s nothing. You sip on hot chocolate that’s mostly whipped cream and stare out at the water, your chest too full.
Remus is next to you, always a little more restrained than the others. His knuckles graze your thigh. His voice is soft. “You’ve been carrying too much.”
You don’t reply. You don’t trust yourself to.
James is sprawled across Sirius’ lap on a beanbag someone dragged out from inside. He’s half-asleep, murmuring nonsense. Sirius runs a hand through his curls, gentle.
You watch them and ache.
It’s not fair, the way they fit together. It’s not fair that you’re just a satellite to their orbit, always a little outside.
The bed is soft. The room is cold. You slip in at the edge again, turned toward the wall.
“You okay?” Remus’ voice, low and close.
You nod.
There’s a shuffle, a creak. Then a weight behind you– his arm draping over your waist like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Like he does it all the time.
He smells like cedar and old books.
You squeeze your eyes shut and breathe.
Then comes James, wedging himself in behind Remus. He tosses a leg over all of you and mutters, “Warmth. Finally.”
Sirius is last. He slides in front of you, face-to-face. His hand finds your hip, grounding. “Alright, darling?”
You nod again, because you’re afraid if you speak, something inside you will spill.
Morning comes soft and grey. The lake is fogged over. There’s a storm in the distance and you’re half-buried under three grown men.
Remus has an arm around your waist. James’ foot is under your calf. Sirius has his hand in your hair.
You stare at the ceiling and wonder what it would be like if you told them. If you said, I love you. All of you. And I hate pretending I don’t.
But then Sirius stirs. His eyes open, heavy-lidded. “Mornin’, angel.”
Angel.
It’s just a nickname. Just Sirius being Sirius. But it slices through you like a hot knife.
You nod. Smile. Get up before your heart gives you away.
You spend the afternoon playing cards. James wins by cheating. Sirius insists on foot rubs as payment for losing. Remus reads with his head in your lap, absently tracing shapes on your knee.
You think you might combust.
Later, you make pasta and James almost burns the cabin down. There’s laughter, easy and warm, and for a moment, you let yourself pretend this is yours. That this could be yours.
That night, you hesitate before crawling into bed. Sirius notices. “Something wrong, dove?”
“No,” you lie. “Just tired.”
But they’re all looking at you. Remus, quiet and sharp. James, gentle-eyed. Sirius, unreadable for once.
“You’ve been quiet,” Remus says.
You shrug. “It’s nothing.”
“Hey,” James says softly. “It’s us. You can tell us anything.”
And for a second, you almost do. Almost.
Instead, you shake your head. “Just tired. Uni’s been... a lot.”
They don’t push. They just let you settle between them like always.
You think they’ve all fallen asleep when you whisper it.
“I’m in love with you.”
It’s so quiet you’re not sure if you said it aloud.
But then: “We know,” Sirius says into your hair, like it hurts him to admit it.
Your breath catches. You twist to look at him, but he won’t meet your eyes.
James stirs. “We were waiting for you to be ready.”
You blink.
“What?” Remus, eyes open now too, takes your hand. “You’re our girl. If you want to be.”
Your mouth is dry.
Your heart, traitorous and loud, beats like it’s trying to climb out of your chest.
“You… knew?”
Sirius nods, barely. “We’ve always known. You think we wouldn’t notice our girl tearing herself apart keeping something like that in?”
You can’t speak. You’re still stuck on 'our girl'. The way they say it like it’s something sacred.
“I thought…” You stop. Try again. “I thought it would ruin everything.”
James props himself up on one elbow. His curls are mussed and there’s a faint crease on his cheek from the pillow. “You really think we’d let you go that easy?”
Remus’ thumb rubs soft over the back of your hand. “We didn’t want to push. You looked so tired. Like you were fighting yourself every second.”
You blink fast. “I was.”
He nods, his voice a whisper. “We know.”
Sirius finally looks at you. His eyes are soft in a way you don’t often see– no teasing, no bravado. Just raw, open affection.
“You were always going to be ours. We just didn’t want to break you getting there.”
James leans forward, brushing his nose along your temple like he can’t help but touch you. “But you said it. You said it now. So tell us again.”
You glance at him, startled. “What?”
“Tell us,” he says, a little breathless. “Please.”
You swallow. Your throat feels too tight. “I’m in love with you.”
Sirius exhales like he’s been holding his breath for years.
Remus presses his forehead to your shoulder.
James smiles, wide and boyish and almost tearful. “Thank fuck.”
You laugh. It breaks out of you bright and shaky, like something cracked open in your chest. You feel weightless. You feel whole.
Sirius tugs you closer, tucks you into the crook of his neck. “You’re not getting rid of us now.”
Remus hums. “Was never an option.”
James shifts so he can wrap himself around you from behind, one arm slung over your waist, his lips pressing against your spine. “You’re stuck with us. For good.”
You think maybe this is what peace feels like– not quiet, but full. A warmth blooming behind your ribs.
You press your face into Sirius’ collarbone and close your eyes.
“Good,” you whisper.
And you mean it.
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jigglyjeon · 15 days ago
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all the things she said -> jjk (two)
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summary: pretty much everyone knows the truth about you now, and you’re trying your best to carry on with your life, but duty calls and the show must go on.
rating: R18+ MATURE, minors please do not interact
genre: roommate au, angst, fluff, eventual smut
word count: 5k
warnings/tags: reader kinda spirals this chapter, tension between friends, reader kind of…relapses? is that a fair choice of words? idek, allusions to masturbation in public, jk x reader fight, much angst, confessions, jk gets a text that marks the beginning of a lot of drama to unfold!!! oh shietttt
notes: i have to preface this chapter by saying that there is absolutely nothing wrong with sex work so long as you’ve weighed out all your options and know you have a support system around you that allows you not to feel guilt or shame. You have so many options, but sometimes they just don’t work out— and that’s okay. y/n and her friends painting sex work as something negative is not how i view sex work at all, i respect it in its right, but it is not an easy job and the weight of it doesn’t come lightly! okay my lovelies? okay. buckle up for some more angst (: i promise things won’t be all bad throughout this fic. the first three chapters are heavy, but towards the end of chapter three things will become lighter <3
soundtrack: pushing it down and praying – lizzy mcalpine
⋆ ࣪.  masterlist  ˖ ࣪⭑ 
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You haven’t left the house in days. The only person outside of Jungkook that you saw was Jimin, who had shown up during the day to pick up something from your apartment that Jungkook had forgotten on his desk this morning. You had answered the door thinking it was Jungkook.
“Oh butterfly,” he cooed, a genuine look of softness in his usually mischievous eyes. “Who went and clipped your wings?”
You step aside, pulling the door fully open to allow him into the apartment with a lazy huff. You follow him into Jungkook’s room, leaning against the door as you watch him search his desk. It’s organised and tidy, because Jungkook didn’t like mess. It doesn’t take him long to find the black folder he’s searching for, and then he walks to you with a sigh, his hand hovers over your lower back as you walk him back to the door. You were lonely, you cherished the moments amount of company seeing a different face provided you. Jimin smiles at you softly, pats the top of your head and bids you a goodbye, leaving you alone just as quick as he came.
Your mother called you; it was a real miracle that she had believed you when you told her it was some bad practical joke someone was playing on you using AI. Yet of course that didn't make things much easier, she was still your mother; she still goes on an entire spiel about how the internet was going to kill everyone.
You let her spew nonsense while you forced down a cup of tea. It was supposedly meant to calm your nerves and ease your stress, that's what it said on the back of the box when you bought it. You only felt a little bit lighter when you tell her you love her and end the call.
The phone rings almost as soon as you put it down, and you throw your head bag with a groan, she must have forgotten to tell you something, but only it isn’t your mother like you anticipate, it’s Jungkook.
You answer promptly, bringing the phone to your ear.
“What is it?”
His soft chuckle makes you realise your entire body was tensing before, because you feel your shoulders loosen the moment it hits your ears. “Hello to you too, grumpy.”
“Sorry,” you mumble, bringing your legs up onto the couch to tuck beneath your weight. “I just got off the phone with my mum.”
Jungkook sucks a breath between his teeth. “Tragic.” It elicits the smallest giggle from your lips, and he lights up at the sound. You don’t see the way he grins from ear to ear; it would have probably made your heart swell if you had. “I’m taking you out tonight.” He suddenly says, smacking a hand onto his knee, swaying back and forth in his chair.
“What? No. I’m not going anywhere.” You’re quick to shut the idea down. You don’t even know what he has planned, but you could only assume it meant facing friends and familiar faces.
“Y/N, nobody hates you. They just want to know if you’re okay. Come on, it’ll be good for you. You’re usually begging for us all to spend time together.”
It’s true, you missed them. Even though you ignore their texts and calls, too frightened to open them to see what they have to say about everything. Your sanity is fragile, and you don’t know if you can handle it, you think. “They won’t look at me the same.”
“I don’t look at you any differently.” A lie.
How could he not see you differently? How could he not when he thought he knew you through and through? It was only fair when you had told him you worked at the grocery store doing night stock. Where were you going to take all these pictures? A motel? You had gone through those lengths just to make ends meet? He doesn’t let it fester in his mind any longer, because if he was actually going to be honest with you, those images weigh on his mind more often than he’d like to admit. But honesty isn’t what you needed right now.
It would have been more truthful if he had told you that he didn’t feel any differently about you. He bites his tongue, though. “You’re still you, Y/N.”
He pulls his phone away from his ear when he doesn’t hear anything in return. The call is ongoing, but when he hears the smallest sniffle ring through the silence. “Don’t cry, dove.” He sighs, and you whimper, your words struggling to leave your lips when you know they will crack and wobble. You were so ashamed. “When I get back, we’re going to wash up, and I’m gonna help you pick what to wear. Then we’re gonna drive to the restaurant, and I’ll be sitting beside you all night.”
You still don’t answer, your sad sounds increase when in his reassurance. A quiet sob makes the frown on his face lower even more. Jungkook bites on his bottom lip. “Okay?”
“Okay.” You whisper, inhaling shakily. His lips twitch upwards, but he can’t bring it in him to smile completely. He wishes he could make you smile.
“Jungkook?” Your voice is quiet and small, twisting the metaphorical knife further.
“Hm?” He hums, pressing his lip together tightly. There’s a sudden lump in his throat that he fights to swallow back down.
“You lied before,” you accuse, and Jungkook slumps back into his chair, lips parting to question you but you’re too quick to finish your thought. “I see the way you look at me.”
A dozen thoughts plague his thoughts, the weight of your words raising questions within himself to decode them. What exactly do you mean by that? His heart races. He’s never confessed to you because the timing was just never right; he still wasn’t sure if it was worth the thought of losing you because of his own selfish feelings. He’d rather live loving you from a distance than you lose you altogether, because the fact of the matter was that you cared for him so loudly, so much more genuinely than other people in his life did.
But that’s just you— you were too kind for your own good. A giver.
“How’s that, dove?”
“You look at me like you don’t even know who I am,” you squeeze the words out, unable to hold back your feelings, “You pity me.”
Jungkook exhales, shutting his eyes. “Y/N…” You can’t help but think he sounds exhausted, “I would never pity you.”
But you’re tired of me. Is what you want to say, you can hear it in his voice, it’s low and quiet and he’s said the words to you one too many times in the span of a week. You pull your brows together, “Then why are you helping me?” You raise your voice, and he opens his eyes again, staring at the empty excel spreadsheet on his computer screen.
“You’re my girl, Y/N.” Once again, he just lets the words fall from his lips, speaks before he thinks. “Look, I have to go but I’ll see you when I get home, okay?” He ends the call when your quiet goodbye sounds through his phone. He tosses it onto his desk, stares at it for a moment. The next three hours were going to be gruellingly long, he thinks.
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You were right about this being extremely uncomfortable.
When you and Jungkook arrive, you freeze by the door when you catch a glimpse of your friends at the table, they’re chatting loudly and laughing as if things were normal. Jungkook only takes a few more steps before he looks over his shoulder at you, clicking his tongue. His hands raise to your shoulders, thumbs soothing against your skin gingerly.
From the table Jimin is looking over at you and Jungkook, he can’t help but feel guilty about the sudden decline in your typical personality. You had always been the one to reassure others, to lift them up in times of darkness. Even when Jimin insulted you, you would shrug and tell him if taking it out on you was going to help him relieve stress, then you didn’t mind. He never really took into consideration the weight of that. Your friends wanted to be there for, they did, but they didn’t know how. You didn’t expect them to know how. That was just part of your character, it was both a strength and a weakness.
Jimin wishes you bit back a little more, when the boundaries have been overstepped, when something makes you feel a little bit uncomfortable. He’s been thinking a lot about how much baggage you carry on your shoulders, not just from the people around you but some of your own, too.
Truthfully, he had been too blind seeing you as the girl that didn’t reciprocate the feelings that Jungkook’s had for you. Even when you wiped at the corners of his mouth when he ate so messily or hugged him just as tightly even when he approached you with faux tears. He was so convinced you were stringing him along, that you had some ulterior motive or thrived of his attention. He had always been especially protective of his youngest friend, sensitive and stoic all in the same rippling, intimidating build. Tattoos, piercings and muscles on the outside but a head filled with hard-to-hide emotions on the inside.
He can see it in the way you’re looking up at him now. Teary eyed with a quivering bottom lip, he understands you a little more now. You didn’t even know it; he was your safe space, the light in the darkness— your home. Even when it was blatantly obvious to everyone else in the room.
You had spent so much time being overbearing with Jungkook, wishing that he wouldn’t feel pain, that the moment your life crumbled you had wanted to run straight into his arms. You were regurgitating your feeling in actions that you didn’t even realise what they meant to him, and for that Jimin gets it now, realises that you’re the one who is damaged. You are for Jungkook what you wish someone would be for you.  
Jimin rejoins his focus to the conversation at the table, now hushed and low when you and Jungkook slowly make your way to the table.  
“–should collectively agree to not bring anything weird up to Y/N.”
Jimin takes a breath, is about to reply but the two of you are already at the table. Jungkook smiles and greets the table, even when he notices the pointed glare Taehyung gives Namjoon, Taehyung because he might have said that loud enough for you to hear. You heard.
You look like a newborn deer, your steps are shaky, and your fingers cling tightly onto the strap of your bag like it was the only thing keep you stable. You’re looking up at Jungkook for reassurance, unable to meet the gazes of the friends you haven’t seen since the incident.
Jia stands up and greets you with a hug. Jungkook removes his hand from your lower back, taking a seat next to Taehyung and patting him on the back. Jimin’s still looking at you, the way your smile is forced as you return her hug with an awkward one-handed one. Jia grins widely at you, tells her she misses you and you nod and tell her the same. She pushes your strands over your shoulders as she compliments you, suffocating you with kindness disguised with curiosities about you. Jia being one of your closest friends, the entire interaction looks estranged. You’re still trying to appease. Jimin sighs and turns away.
You slump down into the seat next to Jungkook. Your eyes flicker over to him, but he’s distracted by everyone else, slipping into conversation with ease. Hanna and Jia are chatting, and when you make eye contact with the girls sat across from you, you smile in hopes to insert yourself in their own conversation, but it causes them to stop talking and smile back at you only.
You look down at your lap defeatedly with slumped shoulders as your leg begins to bounce, your palms rub up and down your thighs nervously. Jungkook still doesn’t look at you, but his hand pats and rests against your knee to stop the movement. Your eyes are big and a little bit glassy as they scan the room, searching for solace when your phone buzzes in your bag. You reach for it, bent over your device as your scroll through the unopened notifications on your home screen. Your hair curtains over you, and your breath hitches in your throat when you come across a message from the very app you’ve tried to avoid for the past week.
Your thumb hovers over the notification.
You’ve got an offer!
You peer up from your phone to make sure no one is paying attention to you. When you look back down at your phone, it’s only convenient that it’s Jimin that turns his head to check on you again. Your thumb taps against it. He narrows his stare at you.
You were going to stop doing this, you told yourself that the moment your photos were leaked. You wouldn’t humiliate your friends, or yourself, any further. You’d look for a night job that wasn’t risky.
From Anonymous:
Amount - $600
Request – Can I get a picture of your hand in your panties, princess? Add another photo of the wet patch on your panties too please, gorgeous.
Nobody has offered you this much money before.
You blink down at your phone, reading over all the words over and over again until your head begins to spin. Then you’re slipping Jungkook’s hand off your leg to rise from your seat, quietly excusing yourself to the bathroom. The talking slows, glances bouncing between you and each other; Jungkook looks at you with a slight frown, only just catching the way Jimin’s stare follows you around the table before he makes eye contact with him. Jimin raises his brow at him, the slight nod in your direction causing Jungkook to act.
“I’m gonna go check on her.” He smiles politely, which only intensifies the tension further.
“You guys could include her, you know?” Jimin cocks his head at the girls who look concerned. “Instead of clinging to each other like a couple of mean girls.”
They don’t beat the allegations when they look at each other. “We don’t know what to say to her.” Jia shrugs, chewing on her bottom lip as her brows lower. “She like, kept this from us without thinking about how this could affect others, you know?”
“You’re worried about your reputation?” He fires back, looking to Taehyung and Namjoon with disbelief. Namjoon slips quietly on his drink and Taehyung sinks into his seat. “I can’t believe you guys, you’ve been friends with her for so long, and you’re worried about how this is going to affect your lives?”
Hanna’s shoulder rise to her ears sheepishly, “I think it was a little irresponsible of her to resort to sex work without weighing out her options first.”
Jimin can feel the fire rising up his throat, ready to defend you. He just couldn’t believe what he was hearing; these people, that you’d bend over backwards to protect, have kicked you to the curb the moment things got messy. Was this why you felt like you had to do more? For their validation? Did they ever really like you?
“Why do you even care Jimin? You’re not even close.” Jia questions, folding her arms over her chest. “We never said we don’t still care for her, either— you’re acting like we just told you we hate her or something.”
“You may as well have.” He mutters under his bread with a roll of his eyes. Silence plagues the table louder than ever before.
Your heart races as you lock the cubicle behind you, pressing your back against it. Your fingers shake as you unlock your phone to open the app again, reading over your request one last time. You swallow thickly, resting your head against the door, slowing your breaths to calm your nerves. You had done this many times before, but things were different when everyone outside had known about it now. You lift a shaky hand, fingers ghosting over your neck as you begin to drag your touch down. Your palm pushes and grips gently at your breasts, and your breaths shake in the same way your hands had been. Your feet shuffle slightly, parting your legs when your fingers fiddle with the zipper of your shorts. You pull drag it down slowly, face contorted and scrunched as your cup your own heat. You whimper, pushing your lips together to bite back a sob.  
Jungkook is pacing in front of the women’s restroom. Two minutes go by, then five, then ten when he officially begins to worry. Multiple others have come and went in that span of time, giving him strange looks. He looks over his shoulder at the table and watches at Jia and Hanna make their leave, then he notes the time on his phone to read 7:45. He taps the call button and pulls the phone to his ear with a huff.
You sniffle, wiping at your cheeks as you pull your shorts back up your legs. You flush the toilet even though the lid is shut and you haven’t even used it, walking out to wash your hands. You look up at your reflection, your mascara is a little bit smudged, and your face is hot. Your lids feel heavy and the beating in your chest feels heavier than before. You don’t even register your phone is ring, letting it buzz in your bag as you walk out with wobbling legs. You nearly walk into Jungkook’s chest, looking down at your shoes when you come out.
“Y/N,” he sighs, “Are you okay?” You can hear the worry in his tone, but it only makes that familiar feeling of shame bubble up within your chest. You look up at him slowly, your lids feel heavy, and you try to ignore the way your wetness sticks to your panties, how you didn’t finish and how much you’re throbbing with the need to.
“Can–” your throat feels dry, your voice crackles, “Could you just take me home?”
Jungkook nods almost immediately, “Everyone’s just about to leave anyway,” You hum, looking over at the table. Three boys are staring, averting their gazes when you’ve caught them.
“Where’d Jia and Hanna go?” You wonder, straightening your posture, attempting to ignore the heaviness you feel in your legs. Jungkook pretends not to notice how tense you are. He clears his throat.
“They, uh— they left.”
You nod slowly, tucking your hair behind your ears. “I told you this wasn’t a good idea.” You whisper, and Jungkook looks at you apologetically, though you don’t look at him again. Not as you say goodbye to those who remain at the table, not as he leads you out of the restaurant. You keep your temple pressed against the window as he drives the two of you home in silence.
You curl up on the couch that evening, channel surfing through the late-night shows and throwback television movies that only your parents would have seen before, maybe even your grandparents. You click your tongue when you can’t settle, so you turn it off altogether, falling on your side into the cushions when Jungkook walks in, rubbing a towel against his wet hair. “Nothing good?” He asks, and you groan in response. He walks around the coffee table to squeeze into the spot next to you, lifting your legs slightly and resting them against his lap when he sits. You try to push down the flutter you feel when his fingers wrap around one of your ankles, the way his fingers twitch down to the tops of your feet, squeezing them lightly with a crooked smile on his face. He tilts his head, “I’m sorry.” He whispers. “I thought it would fix things a little.”
You shrug, wrapping your arms around yourself. “Everything happens for a reason, right?”
Jungkook hums in agreeance. “I’m still here, though.” He reminds you, and you can’t fight the smile that breaks through your pouting lips, its tight and it makes your cheeks look pinchable. Jungkook laughs, he squeezes your ankle again, leaning back into the couch. “Jimin worries for you too, you know?”
You don’t mean for your snort to be as loud as it was, it makes Jungkook raise his brow, a grin growing in amusement. You hide your face in your hands, “Jimin is Jimin, he doesn’t know anything.” You mumble into your palms, and Jungkook rolls his eyes, leaning over to pull your hands away. “Nothing serious ever leaves that man’s mouth.”
“It’s how he shows love, and I think you know that.” He leans back again, head resting atop the edge of the back of the couch, eyes shut. You blink at him, allowing yourself to take in the sight of him while he isn’t looking; his jaw is clenching and unclenching, there’s a dent between his brows and the way his chest rises and falls with every slow breath he takes makes your mind wander to a place it never has before. Your breath gets caught in your throat, and your thighs rub together, just a little, and your panties still feel sticky, and you’re only reminded when they tighten against you from your slight movement. That awful sickly feeling in your stomach from before returns, and you have half a mind to pull your legs away from him.
“What are you thinking about?” Your voice comes out shakier than you intend. He tilts his head toward you, eyes blinking open to reveal the tired orbs, slightly red around a soft, deep brown that was easy to get lost within. They scan you; you look off— you’re sinking into the couch; your breaths are short and staggering. His pupils blow out, but he doesn’t react in other way.
“Why didn’t you come to me, dove?” His voice is raspy, low; he must’ve been half asleep before you called for his attention again.
“What do you mean?” You sit up now, this time you do pull your legs away from his lap and you pull them into your chest, resting your chin on your knees. Jungkook shivers from the loss of your warmth.
“If you needed money, or a job, I could’ve helped you.”
His expression is flat, but his eyes speak all the emotions he feels in the moment all at once. He blinks at you with big eyes, awaiting your response. You breathe in sharply, shutting your lips, looking away then back at him. You blink away tears. “I didn’t want to bother you.” Your voice breaks, but you shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut to blink away your sadness. “I don’t like dragging people down.”
“Dove…” He sighs, “You should know by now that there’s nothing you can do that will make you bothersome to me.”  
“Why is that Jungkook?” You question comes out a little harsher than you want it to. You can see his lips twitch downward, but he catches it before he can make it known. “Why is it that nearly everyone has had something to say about my choices, but you have had nothing to say at all?”
He stares at you, huffing out an amusement breath. He runs a hand through his hair, and it curtains above his eyes again. “Okay.” He nods, his lips pressed tightly together. “I don’t like that you’re selling your body to strangers.”
“How long have you been doing it, Y/N?” He slaps his hands against his knees, looking down only to meet your shocked expression with a sterner look. “Hm?”
“I-I don’t know,” You look down at your fingers, shrugging timidly, “Six– seven months?” He doesn’t break his eyes away from yours, and you feel small under his gaze. He shifts his weight forward, his elbows resting on his knees now, clasping his hands together. “I knew it,” you grow meeker with every word, “I knew you were mad at me.”
“Not mad,” he furrows his brow, “I just, I don’t like it. I don’t like that there are people out there that hold such lewd photos of you that you don’t even know.”
“I…”
“People that don’t even care about you, not like I do.”
“Jungkook—”
“I have feelings for you, Y/N!” He grits his confession through his teeth, turning away from you the moment your mouth shuts and your posture straightens, lowering your legs from your chest. “I haven’t been exactly subtle about it, either. I don’t think so, anyway.”
“Then why?” You throw your hands up, letting them fall against the couch. “Why do you fuck other girls in your bed, which is right next to my room, so loudly that I need to wear headphones to drown out the sound?”
Jungkook throws his head back, a sour laugh leaving his throat. His fingers rub into his eyes when he feels the tension behind them. “You don’t get to do that, Y/N. No.”  
“Oh my god,” you get up from the couch, “oh my god!” You shout into the open space of your apartment, thinking it was going to end there before anything could get worse. You didn’t want to fight, you tried to remove yourself, but Jungkook followed you to your bedroom. You turn to shut the door but his palm slams against it before it can close fully.
“You’re good at that, you know?” There’s a faux amusement in his features, you scowl at him, crossing your arms over your chest. “Running away from your feelings.”
“Well, I’d hate to subject you to dating such a careless, cheap whore that sells herself for money!” You turn away from him, marching around your room for your pyjamas, tossing them onto your unmade bed, the bed you shared with him that night and took care of him while he was weak. The memory is fleeting when his presence only makes the air in your room thick with judgement.
“I never called you a cheap whore, don’t put words into my mouth.” He points at you, “I just hate the way that mother fucker used your photo to blackmail you like that. I’m just saying what you’re doing is dangerous, Y/N.”
“I’m not doing it anymore.” You mutter under your breath, clutching your towel in your hands when you face him.
“Enlighten me then, what were you doing in the bathroom for half an hour at the restaurant?” His stare is cold, taking a step toward you. You take one back on instinct, the backs of your legs hitting the bed frame and you fall back onto your bed. You’re look ahead, past his face when he bends down to come face to face with you. “Did you send them?”
You shake your head. No, you hadn’t sent the images. You touched yourself in that bathroom, you took the photos as per the request, and you didn’t send them. Not when you saw his face behind your eyes, hidden in your thoughts. The whispers from the people that were dear to you, who couldn’t look at you because of it.
“No?”
You shut your eyes, shaking your head with a sniffle. Tears fall silently down your cheeks, hot with anger and guilt.
“You listen to me,” He lowers himself to his knees in front of you, taking a breath as he softens his tone. “I can only be there for you if you let me. I would go to the ends of the earth for you— you’re my best friend.”
You let yourself cry, letting your head fall to hide your blubbering but his fingers catch your chin. “Look at me, Dove.”
“How could you have feelings for me when–” You croak, but he hushes you, pulling your frame into his arms.
“There’s nothing you could do in this world.” He cuts you off, finger raking through your hair to soothe your hiccupping sobs. “I don’t expect you to feel the same way, I know you don’t,” He mutters into your hair, fighting that familiar sting in his eyes, “I just don’t think I can pretend that I don’t anymore, either.”
You pull away to look at him, and your heart shattered when his nose twitches, and his glossy eyes are straining to keep away his own tears. “It’s okay.” He smiles softly, but you know him well. You know him well enough to read between the lines; the things he said hadn’t matched the way he looked at you when he lied through his teeth. It’s not okay when he knows he wants you so bad it hurts, that his chest is so tight, and he fights to keep his breathing steady while he waits for you to say something.
You know that look— it’s hope.
Your hand lifts to cup his cheek, and you don’t miss the way he sinks into your touch. You want to listen to the way your heart pounds too, but your mind…it tells you that you’ve ruined any chances you had to make him happy.
“You should get some rest,” you tell him, letting your hand slip away from him. “You look exhausted.” He nods, rises from his knees as he drags his feet toward your door. He looks over his shoulder one last time before he closes your door behind him, leaving you with the quiet tears and self-loathing that troubled you.
You never should have thought this was just easy money, shouldn’t have convinced yourself that you would be safe so long as nobody knew. But most of all, you shouldn’t have assumed your friends were going to be supportive. Would it have been different if you were honest with them? Why didn’t you just ask someone for help? Did you hate yourself that much?
From beyond your door, Jungkook receives a text that blurs his vision— makes him see red.
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sweet-as-an-angel · 1 year ago
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Things Simon Loves About You
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Warnings: Fluff <3, Cosy Headcanons, Simon Being a Hypothetical Animal Crossing Enthusiast, Jealous! Simon :3, Simon Being the Best Boyfriend, Spoilers for Simon’s Backstory, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except ‘You’.
He’s secretly enamoured with the way you’ll gently pluck a fallen eyelash from his face and tell him to make a wish on it. The first time it happened, you had to explain to him what this odd ritual meant, what it entailed. You shushed him before he tried to make his wish out loud, telling him with haste that it won’t come true if he told you what it was. When he blew the eyelash from your fingertip, all he could do was look at you and think: ‘but it already came true’.
Though it initially worried him, he loves that you go to sleep late — especially when he finds you zonked out on the sofa, TV on, remnants of your midnight snack escapade scattered across the coffee table. It means he has an excuse to pick you up and bring you to bed, holding you close to him all the while. Most nights, he just stares at you, watching you, wondering how he got so lucky to even have someone exist in the same house with, never mind you.
Nobody likes arguments — especially Simon. Having grown up in an abusive household, they were commonplace in some form or another. But, when he argues with you, he knows that it can easily be fixed. Especially if it’s over something minimal like laundry or cleaning — it gives him the excuse to seek you out and utilise his ultimate love languages: gift-giving and physical touch. Sure, he’ll give you a quiet, verbal apology, too, but his efforts shine through in the way he opens himself up to you, pulling you into a warm hug and not letting you go for as long as you’ll let him.
He loves the nicknames you give him: especially the funny ones. You’ve called him Semen Demon before now — completely unprompted. He couldn’t help but give a deep chuckle, saying “What are you like,” before turning back to what he was doing. This worked a competition between the two of you to see who could create the most cursed nickname for the other.
It’s still going on ‘til this day.
He lives for the inside jokes the two of you have, like a dialect only you know. It makes him feel like he’s truly part of something… normal. Sure, he has the 141, by they are bound in the blood of their profession, not by the sanctity of love. Not the kind of love you two have. He loves it even more when everyone else looks confused when you mark a reference onto you two understand; it makes him feel like you’re talking to him and only him. For the first time, he feels like someone sees him.
He loves when you listen to his music suggestions. It makes him feel like his opinion matters — like what he says matters.
He loves the music you listen to, too. Not even because he likes the songs themselves, but because he knows, somewhere between their instruments and vocals, you have found enjoyment, like a coveted treasure. And that's what brings him enjoyment when listening to them.
Simon’s always been a light sleeper. A trick he learned in childhood. So when you prod him awake to spill your thoughts to him, he’s immediately all ears. And he loves everything you say, no matter how banal or nonsensical. Even when you tell him your worries, his heart swells with the fact that you trust him enough with your perils. That you think, even for a second, that maybe he can fix them.
And he would. Before time can catch him, he’ll do whatever it takes to ease your worries, to destroy them.
He loves that he gets to show you off to the 141 — like a child with an arts and crafts project. He’s a secretive man, but he won’t hesitate to make light of the fact that his partner is absolutely stunning, intelligent, hilarious, loyal, understanding—
You see where this is going.
He even loves how jealous they all look when they see you wearing one of his shirts in all your unfiltered glory, wishing them a good night while you bid Simon his own – a special one. A kiss. Just on the forehead. But a kiss all the same.
He’s dazed for the rest of the evening, trying to hurry his friends uut the door so he can come to bed and see you.
Lazy morning cuddles !!!!!
He’s recently gotten into video games because of you, too.
Secretly a big fan of Animal Crossing. He absolutely would have been one of those people to try and buy Raymond from anyone willing to sell him back in 2020 .
Likes any games that are life simulators. Simple ones — free of life’s stresses.
Loves Harvest Moon. And the Sims (Sims 2 is his favourite).
Although, when he found out you can romance other characters, he felt a bit bad because he felt like it would be cheating on you. Until he found out that you were already leading many a double life on those same games. The moment he found out you’d been romancing a collection of pixels and shapes, he picked you up, slung you over his shoulder and dragged you to the bedroom to “Teach you a lesson.”
All in all, domestic life with you is better than anything Simon could have hoped for. So long as you’re with him, he’s living a life he’s only ever dreamt of. And so help the person who tries to wake him.
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meanbossart · 3 months ago
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How did Du Drow’s personality and behavior change after turning away from Bhaal and losing his urges?
Very minimally, really. His personality changes most dramatically throughout the course of the campaign, but it's gradual enough a process that it shouldn't feel that way, at least.
Barring the standoffish-ness that he starts with (which I think is an understandable reaction to losing all of your memories and suddenly being in a life-or-death situation with a bunch of strangers) DU drow starts off as a person who isn't interested in anyone's well-being but his own, nor is he invested in anybody's story or their outcome. Everything he does is in the interest of his own survival or personal, subjective ethics (saving Arabella because she's an individual child in distress- not saving the tieflings in act 2 because they've served their purpose and he doesn't care for them as a group). He's charming, and even polite, but he makes it very transparent that he doesn't care for the happiness or comfort of others.
By act 2, he finds himself with people to care about and whose goals he's invested in - he kills Yurgir so Astarion can get his answer from Raphael even though he thinks it's an objectively dumb idea. He helps Shadowheart fullfil Shar's trials despite the fact that her religion seems like absolute nonsense to him - he wants to make these people happy when there is nothing in it for him., and that's absolutely novel. He's also a slightly warmer person by then who is friendly to, like, half of the party.
By act 3, he's been inspired by Shadowheart's rebellion and is kind of mirroring that in his own way. He enjoys occasionally helping refugees in the outskirts of the city if for no other reason than to go against the grain - he develops a bit of a "fuck the rich" and a Stick It To The Man attitude that I think is inherit to the man that he is, and harkens back to his forgotten days of living-rough as a youth; when he would only enter cities to thieve or collect supplies and looked at the more privilege sects of society as weak and pompous. He lets Yenna into camp after she shows up because dude just loves an urchin, he tries to free the prisoners from the Iron throne and then help out the slaves at the Steel Watch Foundry, he gets Minsc back to afford Jaheira some peace of mind and doesn't hesitate to refuse his father's gift.
Besides Shadowheart's and Astarion's stories, I think learning that the bloodlust he thrived in was imposed upon him rather than organically acquired was what most sent DU drow into an identity crisis. The idea of doing things against his will unbeknownst to himself, or of being a pawn in an authority figure's game, is something that brought him equal amounts of shame and anger. It also triggers him to want to get in touch with the less violent side of himself - since, supposedly, that was actually all him - and leads him to want to do the best by all of his party members (to mixed results, considering Karlach's and Gale's fates) and establish the depth of his existing relationships.
...Ironically, I think being killed by Bhaal and then resurrected by Withers led him to slightly stray off that path of improvement. I mean, the TRUE evil's been banished! Now he can stop feeling guilt and shame and worry and just live his life COMPLETELY free from critical thought! Literally the first thing that he does upon waking up is declare that he's cured, and then announce that he's a blank slate - he isn't, and we all know that.
DU drow then proceeds to be confused as to why he still enjoys murder and mayhem for like 2 months, until Shadowheart and Astarion gently knock some sense into him (not by dissuading him from enjoying murder and mayhem - but recognizing that that's a part of him that wouldn't go away at the simple snap of a bony finger, and an urge that he has full control over.) Naturally, what Wither's did also did his invincibility complex no favors.
So... He really is kind of the same. He is slightly more in-touch with his own empathy and open to the pleasures of life, but his base personality has remained pretty intact - I would say he turns out to be what that young, lanky forest cryptid would have been all along, had Bhaal never entered the mix.
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Hi Revel! Not a request or anything but I just wanted to send in an ask telling you how much I appreciate your works! There’s such variety to choose from and I’m constantly impressed with the storylines that you craft and everything you come up with! I love how much you’ve thought about each character and it really shows in your work. For example, you’ve gone into little bits here and there about how each of your Starscreams’ are different and you are just superb at showing it! (Your take on Armada Starscream is my absolute favorite!!) It’s really inspiring honestly and makes me want to get back into fanfiction again. I can’t tell you how much I look forward to checking your blog each day and seeing what you’ve been up to! Also your blog is so accessible! I cannot imagine all the links you have to put in and kept up with but I’m so grateful for it! Ah, sorry for the rambling but I hope life treats you well. :^] <3
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Even If It Kills Me Pt 14
Armada Starscream x Reader
• Head lifting from where you’re idly drawing on his datapad, you go still at the smell of food. Actual, hot food not chips or cookies. And Runway chirps holding up a brown paper bag. Watching the other two try to seize it from him before Starscream huffs through his vents and picks you up to set down on the floor with the mini-cons. “How did you get fast food?” You ask as Runway pushes the bag in your hands and then drapes himself against your back when you sit crosslegged on the floor and open it, the other two creeping closer and openly curious.
• Wings lifting and falling as he retrieves an energon cube for himself and smaller ones for the mini-cons and joins you on the floor, he watches you remove little wrapped packages from the bag. “The mini-cons found it,” he says and you shoot him a look. “A human set it on an outdoor table in the park and Runway snatched it,” he admits with a grimace. You don’t look angry, though as you grab a fistful of little yellow sticks and shove them in your mouth, eyes closing. Watches Sonar and Jetstorm lean over to vent curiously, recoiling when you offer them a bit. “They can’t eat that. Unless you want them purging on you later.”
• “Thank you for taking care of me,” you whisper to the mini-cons and Runway affectionately butts his helm against you before seizing one of the mini energon cubes Starscream is holding out for them. Because you’ve been wanting real food rather than the junk food Star keeps bringing you. Know he’s trying his best, keeps stealing things for you and he’s been working on something lately in a corner of his habsuite, the paneling of the wall and floor pulled up over there. Not sure what he’s up to since he gets flustered when you ask, making you think it has to do with you.
• “I’ve told you that you don’t need to thank me or them for that,” he mutters before taking a deep drink. Aware of you grinning up at him before you turn your attention back on the food, eating much quicker than you normally do to make him feel guilty. Because he’s almost certain he’s doing a terrible job caring for you and you’re just too nice to say anything to him. You seem happier at least with him. When you have your nightmares and he remembers the bruises on your face when he’d found you, the resignation, he thinks about returning to that home he’d found you at. Wanting to find whoever scared you so bad you still can’t shake the fear. Knows he’ll likely never be able to get revenge on his tormentor, but he could remove yours from the face of this world. But if he does and you ever find out, you may not look at him the same way anymore and he can’t risk that. Wants you to keep smiling for him. To be worthy of your trust.
• “I know,” you say, looking up to find him frowning at nothing like he sometimes does. That little show and tell of scars was the most he’s let his guard down and had been enough to understand that he understands you, because he’s suffered at someone else’s hands, too. That he’s been through not exactly the same thing, but something similar enough and he’d not been completely broken by it helps you keep smiling for him. He’s gruff and awkward, but he’s kind. And you want to protect him and that kindness, because it means everything to you.
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spookwriter-xo · 7 months ago
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Coppélia
Chapter 11 - The Masquerader
Chapter Summary - ATZ hosts a party to celebrate Y/N's final performance, but an unwanted visitor drops by
warnings: mature descriptions, anxiety/panic attack, mc needs a break if I'm being honest
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The final show came around faster than I could have anticipated. I was told to arrive early, to ensure that there were no altercations or issues hours before the show started. I had a new sense of anxiety knowing that all 8 of the ATZ boys were going to be watching tonight's show.
"Y/N 5 minutes," Miles says from the other side of my dressing room door. I took a deep breath, one more show. No big deal. Hongjoong had organized a masquerade ball as a celebration of Coppelia's end.
I thought it was sweet that he'd put in the effort for me, I can still remember the feeling of the wide grin that spread across my face as he told me.
Hongjoong and I had grown close, and I appreciated that bond. On the nights neither of us could sleep, I'd often be on his lap in his office just so we could talk. His touches were always soft, tracing patterns into my skin as we'd talk about absolute nonsense.
Sometimes, we'd have sex. He'd be rough some nights, his hand wrapped around my neck as he bent me over his desk. Other nights, he'd be gentle, letting me ride him or gently laying me down over his desk with his hands gently gropping my skin.
Remembering that feeling caused a pang to ripple in my stomach. I shake the feeling away before making my way out of my dressing room and towards the main stage. My heart was pounding. This was it. The final show.
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"You were amazing, Princess." Hongjoong says as he, followed by the others, file into ky dressing room after the show. "You truly are a talent."
I grin as he takes my hand and presses his lips to my knuckles. "Don't flatter me. My ego is big enough." I laugh, squeezing his hand in response.
"So many of our friends came tonight, they agree that you were wonderful." Seonghwa says, holding a bouquet of Gardenias.
"Are those friends joining us tonight?" I ask, smiling up at Mingi as he leans down to kiss my cheek.
"Most of them." Yeosang answers, his hands tucked away in his pockets. "Others we aren't as close with."
"Anyone I know?"
"The girls from your brunch meetings should be there, and we've extended an invite to Mia." Jongho answers.
"Shall we?" Hongjoong asks, extending his arm for me to take.
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The chatter and music downstairs travelled up the stairs to my bedroom. I stared at myself in the mirror. I wore a dark blue gown with black entrails. I had a matching mask that would rest over my eyes. A masquerade ball seemed odd considering they all knew each other, yet I couldn't help but admire the gracefulness of it all.
"Doll?" Seonghwas voice calls out from the doorway, using the knuckles of two of his fingers to push the door open the rest of the way. He wore a black mask with golden details dancing around his eyes like sparks.
"Hey..." I say softly, glancing at him through the reflection.
"You look..." He slowly approaches from behind, his body looming over my own as he gazes down at me. "Beautiful." He whispers.
I feel a light blush rush up my neck, and I break eye contact. He chuckles softly, gently moving my shoulders so that I was facing him.
"I mean it." He says, looking deep into my eyes with so much honesty despite the mask that covered them.
"Did you come to collect me?" I ask softly.
"If you don't mind, of course." He says, reaches up to fix my hair on the left side. "Everyone is wondering where the woman of the hour is."
"Is Mia here?" I ask, playing with the ring on my finger, the ring that matched all of theirs, yet I don't think any of them had noticed I was wearing it yet.
"Yes, she's chatting poor Asami's ear off." He chuckles. I chuckle along with him, sounds like Mia.
"I best go rescue her then." I giggle, moving to grab my mask from my dresser. I can feel his eyes on me as I do so, placing the porcelain over my eyes. He helps me tie it, but before I could put my hand down, he grabs it.
"You're wearing the ring." He says, his voice surprised as he clutches my hand firmly in his to gaze down at it.
"I figured it was about time I did." I say, smiling at the wide grin on his face.
"Thank you." He says, looking up at me again.
"For what?" I ask, tilting my head with a confused smile.
"For accepting us. Despite everything."
"I would be foolish not to." I say, not realising the truth to my words until after I said them. I didn't miss the look of affection that took over his face as he looked down at me.
"Let's go to your party." He says softly, the smile on his face never falling as he entwines our fingers together.
Time seemed to slow the closer we got, my heart thumping with a looming dread that I couldn't quite put my finger on.
A few people looked our way as we entered, the masks frustrating me to some degree since I couldn't recognise anyone. I did, however, spot Minji's dyed blonde hair rather quickly. The short girl was securely tucked into the side of a rather buff man with a full black suit.
I squeezed Seonghwa's hand to let him know I was going to wonder, to which he reluctantly let me.
I approached Minji first. After many brunches with the girls, I had come to enjoy Minji the most. Her bubbly personality brought out a good feeling and made most of my nerves disappear. I was thankful I found her quickly.
"Y/N!" She chirps as I approach, forcefully turning both her and her partner, though he seemed rather happy to obliged.
"You were amazing! I never really enjoyed ballet before, but that was something else." She says, her eyes bright and shining through her mask.
"Thank you." I chuckle, glancing at her partner.
"Oh! This is Changbin." She says, nudging the mans side. He clears his throat and nods. "He's a little shy.. I did say you could go find Wooyoung." She says, looking up at him.
"I'll spend some more time with you, then I'll find him." He says, his voice soft when he speaks to her. It made my heart warm at the sight.
"I'll be fine, go on." She says, ushering him away. He groans before hurrying off into the crowd.
"Are Changbin and Wooyoung close?" I ask her.
"They've been friends for years, same with this other guy, Yeonjun. He knows Jae." She explains, taking my arm now. "I'll take you to the others."
Before we could get much further, two men step in front of us. I recognised either of them, and by the look of confusion on Minji's face, neither did she. Then again this was a ball where everyone was literally masked.
"Are you the ballerina from tonights show?" One asks, his voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't figure out where I'd heard it.
I nod in response, praying that this interaction would be over quickly. No one seemed to come to our rescue, so it looked like it was just Minji and I.
"You were quite remarkable." The same man says. "My wife would have loved to see it if she was well tonight."
"I'm sorry to hear your wife is unwell." Minji finally speaks up, holding onto my arm tightly.
"Yes, well.. You young ones won't need to worry for a long time." He chuckles.
"Chariya." My blood runs cold. That voice, that name. "It's rude to not talk in conversation."
I stare at the second man, my face pale as I step back, my eyes never leaving him.
"Y/N?" Minji asks softly.
It's him. Why is he here? Did someone invite him? Everyone hates the CEO of Belluxe, everyone hates my father! Why is he here?
The words are stuck in my throat as I take another step back, hitting someone in the process. I can't even react, I don't hear what they say. My eyes are still on him.
My father.
I eventually pluck up the courage to turn, pushing through the crowd of people while trying not to trip over my own feet.
I manage to stumble outside, the cold night air doing nothing to calm my panicking heart. I clutched at my chest with one hand and ripped the mask off with the other, letting it clatter to the ground before I kept walking down the paved pathway.
"Y/N!" Another voice calls out as I keep walking. The further away I am, the further away I am from that man. "Y/N!" He calls out again, I recognise the voice as Yunho's, which surprised me.
I stop once I reach the poolhouse, letting myself gasp for some much needed breaths. I felt sick, like I was about to vomit at any second, yet nothing would come out.
"Jesus Christ, what happened?" Yunho says, seeming out of breath as he stops a little way behind me. "Hey..." He calls out, reaching out before stopping himself.
"It's okay, just take deep breaths." He says softly, realising my panicked look. He takes his own mask off, placing it down on one of the pool chairs before coming to stand in front of me. "4 seconds in and 4 seconds out." He says, taking my hands gently which makes me look up at him.
I was surprised by the concern, especially for someone who barely looked at me during my time here.
I did as he said, following his breathing while looking right at him, and eventually I calmed down. I let out a soft breath, relaxing my hold on him as I look down at the floor.
"Better?" He asks.
"Better." I say, letting go of his hands. "Thank you." I say softly.
"What happened in there?" He asks. "You bumped into me, then ran out.."
I grimace at his words. "Sorry about that..."
"Don't worry about it." He chuckles, I'd never heard his laugh before. I liked it.
"The CEO of Belluxe is here.. Did any of you invite him?" I ask, his expression turns to one of confusion.
"I certainly didn't. We all hate him. Why would he be here?" He moves a little to look back at the house. We were completely out of sight. However, the bright lights from the ballroom in the main house made the main party entirely viewable.
Yunho suddenly snaps his head to look at me. "He didn't do anything to you, did he?" He asks, his voice dangerous.
"No!" I say quickly, reaching out extinctively to take his hand.
"Then why'd you run off?"
"He's my dad, Yunho."
His eyes widen in surprise. The only person who actually knew who my father was was Hongjoong. I had a hunch Mingi knew, too, but regardless, Yunho's expression made me believe he had no clue.
"He shouldn't be here." He says roughly, taking a step towards the house before I stop him.
"Can we just stay here?" I say, my hand holding his hand tightly. He glances at my face, then down at our hands before looking back at my face. He nods slowly, his body relaxing as I lead us both towards a set of pool chairs. He sits down beside me, the both of us facing away from the house now.
"He really didn't do anything to you?" He asks, his voice gentler now.
"He recognised me... I just got freaked out." I say, looking up at the night sky, the stars shining brightly above us.
"Understandable." He says softly, looking down at his shoes.
"Why'd you follow me out?" I ask after a few moments silence. "I mean, you haven't given me the time of day since I got here."
"I may not be as social as the others, but that doesn't mean I don't care." He answers honestly. "Not everyone in this world is completely heartless, yknow?" I snort at his words.
"Says the gunman." I say, not missing the smirk that spreads across his face.
"Now how'd you know that?"
"Hongjoong told me what you all do in the underworld." I say with a shrug.
"Oh, so you're learning our secrets now?" He chuckles.
I shove him playfully, and his smile widens. I had completely forgotten about the party, Yunho and I sat out there for what felt like hours just talking. It was nice.
"Can I ask why you joined up with Hongjoong?" I ask.
"I was the second to join." He starts. "It was back in freshman year of college. I remember there was only one study table available in the library, and we both just so happened to need to study at the same time."
"So like a fate thing?" I ask.
"Honestly, I can't imagine what my life would be like if I hadn't met him." He says. "I'd probably have a boring desk job or something."
"Well, there's still time for that." I say, causing him to roll his eyes. He glances back at the house, letting out a noise of surprise.
"Everyones gone." He says, causing me to turn around quickly.
He was right, not a single person in sight. The night had gone by so quickly that everyone had partied and left. It must have been fairly late now, which meant Yunho and I had to disappear back inside before the cold caught up to us.
I felt bad for not saying hello to the people I actually liked. However, the time I spent with Yunho made up for that absence.
I was getting closer to them. It took time, but it was starting to become worth it.
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christmas special might come out a little late because I'm working christmas eve, but I promise it will be released before the 26th!
that being said; merry christmas from australia! i hope you enjoy your holidays!
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lurkingshan · 4 months ago
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Thoughts on ThamePo
I finally got some time this weekend, so I decided to go ahead and binge ThamePo, a show many of you seemed to enjoy and that quite a few people have told me is one of the more solid to come out of GMMTV's BL lineup in awhile. I told a few friends I would share thoughts when I watched it. Let’s go!
The TL, WR: I had a fun time watching this show and agree it managed to avoid a lot of GMMTV shows' worst pitfalls, but I also found the writing around the core plot to be an inconsistent mess. I'll break down the good, the bad and the huh from my perspective, so only read on if you care to know. Disclaimer: I am not a LYKN fan and in fact knew almost nothing about them before watching this.
The Good
The show looks fantastic. As soon as I turned it on I said "is this a Parbdee production?!" And it sure was. It seems GMMTV picks one BL a year that it's willing to actually fund high production values for, and ThamePo was the lucky winner of this round. It was quite a startling contrast having just watched My Golden Blood.
The flirting between Thame and Po in their talking stage was a lot of fun. I don't think it made me swoon quite as hard as some of you, but I was charmed. Is memorizing someone's phone number the new height of romance?
Drake and Sammy were here! And looking cute! I was happy every time they showed up.
Nano's colorful sweaters. I want every single one.
All of episode 10, which was my personal favorite of the show. It was the only episode where I felt like they had a strong episodic plot and theme that they executed well and that showed a realistic sequence of events around how idols are treated by their fans.
Baifern learned something about how to love and support her idols without crossing boundaries. This girl made me so uncomfortable for the whole show and I was glad they had her realize she was wrong and speak directly into the camera about it. GMMTV owed us that after the disastrous handling of this issue in Only Boo. Plus, Baifern growing meant I could enjoy the absolute comedy of her reaction to finding out who Mr. B was. Ciize is so funny.
Noble idiocy was given the respect it deserves: none.
I liked the resolution for the romance, and that ultimately what Thame and Po wanted was just an ordinary relationship where they could spend time together and pursue their careers on their own terms. It was wonderfully straightforward and low drama.
Contra GMMTV's usual pattern, this show's strongest run was its last four episodes, and I actually thought the finale was strong given the story they had set up for themselves. I appreciated that rather than indulge in the fantasy ending of Only Boo, MARS had to suffer real consequences for choosing their personal lives and orchestrating a breach of contract. They had to reckon with the fact that being idols was directly at odds with the way they wanted to live, and make a choice. Kudos to the show for that.
The Bad
It feels like this script was written by someone who doesn't really understand the idol industry or how anything works. Much of the plot for MARS and the business machinations of managing them was nonsensical and contra how idols are actually managed in the industry. It was extra jarring to then cast a real idol group and have them act out this weird incorrect version of their reality.
Relatedly, the writing for Pemika was all over the place. We are supposed to see her as a smart businesswoman who knows what's best for their careers even as she is very unkind to them as humans, but the way she handled Thame throughout the show was ludicrous. First of all, it is the industry norm for idols to do solo work while staying in their group, so for her to insist on dismantling MARS so that Thame could go solo made no sense, and the entire plot hinged on this! It's not only bad artist management--she is deeply pissing off and damaging her relationship with her most important performer--it also just doesn't make sense from a revenue standpoint. Why kill MARS, a popular idol group with a large fanbase, when you could just negotiate with Thame for a solo album in exchange for another MARS album and keep both revenue streams? Pemika's approach was counterproductive. I was intrigued by what they tried to do with her in certain moments, but it didn't hang together because there were too many logic gaps.
On that note, I think the biggest problem with the way the MARS plot was constructed is that if they are already a successful group, most of the plot does not make any sense. Agencies don't destroy successful and profitable groups just for the hell of it, and if Thame is the leader of a successful group with a powerful fanbase he should have more power than the show implied. The whole story makes a lot more sense if MARS was struggling to break out and didn't actually have fans yet, but the show tried to have its cake and eat it, too.
This is a matter of personal preference, but I personally did not care for Thame's characterization as an extraordinarily selfless idol with no ego who only cared about his friends at the expense of his own career. Please, show. A little more nuance and complexity to his motivations would have been nice.
The whole subplot with Jun pretending to hit on Po was just stupid and I found it to be a very frustrating diversion that was mostly there to stall getting Thame and Po together. They already knew they liked each other and his interference did not accomplish anything except making me wonder why Thame considers that asshat his friend.
Must GMMTV continue to stab me in the heart by making me listen to the Last Twilight OST over and over again?? Write a new song!
On that note (look away stans), the music performances in this show were just unforgivably bad. I will not go into further detail so as to not hurt anyone's feelings (but you can come sit by me in the DMs if you want to talk shit).
The Huh
I don't understand why Thai idol dramas keep making getting recruited to Korea the standard. Not only is it deeply unrealistic to suggest that an industry already teeming with talent is eager to recruit middling talent from elsewhere, but if your goal is to promote the tpop industry, focus on tpop!
On top of the business plot not making sense, the way they presented the group and their roles was just strange. Idols all have to have baseline competency in singing, dancing, and rap--you don't have one member who does each like the show kept saying. I got confused every time the show reverted to this framing. Don't even get me started on the concept of Nano, the successful idol who *checks notes* doesn't know how to sing.
Let me not also forget that these are supposed to be famous idols, yet they are constantly casually hanging out in public spaces with no fans approaching them. Every time they sat around as a group in a park I wanted to scream.
Which of course leads me to my incredulity that so much of Thame and Po's flirtation happened in public, outside, in front of tons of onlookers, and somehow they were not spotted every time despite Thame being famous. As fucking if! The way the story ignored this reality for the first 2/3 of the show really undercut the final arc when they suddenly remembered idols can't date. And right after the group handled Pepper's scandal, Thame was back to holding Po's hand outside again. I felt like I was taking crazy pills.
I was also salty about Pepper directly encouraging Thame to pursue Po only to turn around the next episode and tell him idols can't date. Sir, what the fuck.
The whole thing with Mick was kind of a miss for me. They made a big deal about his incompetence in the first few episodes, then he functionally disappeared for half the show, then they revealed he was pretending to be bad at his job as some roundabout way of helping them, I guess? It was a half-baked idea poorly presented.
Since I mentioned Only Boo up top, it would be remiss of me not to mention that if ThamePo takes place in the same universe as the cameos imply, this plot makes even less sense because Moo already broke down this barrier and idols can now have boyfriends with no consequences! (Seriously though if you're gonna have them cameo at least let Moo speak I love that boy).
The show should not have been in the bubble. So much of the romance plot and the contrast between Pepper/Gam and Thame/Po would have been strengthened if their sexuality mattered.
Lastly, I'll just say that I found this plot a strange one if GMMTV's intent was to use the show as a vehicle to promote LYKN. The entire plot is that the agency thinks Thame is the only talented one and the rest of the group is holding him back, but he's a Good Person so he will stay with them anyway. If I was anyone else in LYKN I'd be side-eyeing this plot big time.
In conclusion: This was a fun binge but I am still waiting for the Thai idol BL of my dreams starring Daou and Offroad. I will write the goddamn script if I have to!
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thepeaklegendoffirstgen · 2 months ago
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IDEAL TYPE PART 2
Characters: Jake Kim, Eli Jang, Johan Seong
Jake Kim
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A sporty girl who's a total tomboy and can crack skulls 🥰
I'm not kidding, this dude gives major "I like a woman who can kill me" vibes.
Looks don’t matter. Absolutely not. But yeah, you do need to be healthy, he won't vibe with a couch potato or a lazy sloth. Part of it is because he’ll worry a lot, and he can’t stand watching you do self-damage.
Someone who isn’t clingy or demanding of his attention 24/7. He’s got Big Deal to handle, and god knows when a new threat might show up. He needs someone who understands he won’t always be available at a moment’s notice but also someone strong enough to hold him accountable when things go wrong.
He’ll try his absolute best to be the best boyfriend/husband/partner. The memories of what his father did to his mother still haunt him, and you're far too precious to ever be treated that way.
A fierce, sassy mess who’ll drag him out of the shadows when things get rough.Someone with a good head on their shoulders who knows when to be serious and when to go full clown mode.
Overall, a tough nut with a soft heart, for our beloved babygirl 💓
ELI JANG
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Truth be told, he doesn’t have an “ideal type” in mind. If you’re a good person and get along with Yenna, a marriage proposal might just come your way 😉😉
But hey, it’s not like anyone who’s nice, kind, and gets along with Yenna can win his heart. Of course, you need to be good friends first and foremost. Even being sweet to Yenna won’t be enough,you need to build a real bond with him for him to even consider you in a romantic light.
Again, looks don’t matter at all. At first, he’ll probably just think, "You’re such a good friend, that’s why I think about you all the time, right? That’s why I search for you in the school corridors, right?"
Eventually, he’ll accept his feelings, but he’ll weigh everything carefully before stepping into a romantic relationship.He needs someone genuinely kind, someone who sees beyond his scars, both literal and emotional. Someone he can open up to, who’ll stick with him through thick and thin.
A person who can help lift some of the burden off his shoulders and let him breathe for once. And someone who understands and respects that he’s not just your boyfriend: he’s a dad too. Yenna will always come first, and if you can respect that, he’ll feel both guilty and deeply grateful.
He’ll go all out for you in whatever way he can, but even the tiniest gesture from you will make him feel like the happiest man alive. So he needs someone unafraid to show how much they love him.
Open expressions of love and affirmations will be incredibly healing for him both emotionally and mentally.
JOHAN SEONG
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Tough nut to crack 🙏 but he really needs someone who doesn’t beat around the bush: a no-nonsense person who can get straight to the point.
He was incredibly respectful to Lua when she helped him, but the moment she started meddling in his business, his guard shot right back up. That’s why patience and understanding go such a long way with him.
Not saying you should tolerate his tantrums or mood swings without pushing back, but you do need the ability to see that, sometimes, the things he does are just his way of protecting his heart. That fragile heart full of love, but terrified it’ll be shattered 😭
He needs someone soft and sweet, but also a little headstrong, like Tohru from Fruits Basket. Compassionate enough to navigate the emotional messiness, but also strong enough to step in when that mess starts hurting him... or you.
For him, affirmations work like magic. He’ll dodge them or call you stupid, but the tips of his ears will be redder than a tomato 🍅 and that’s how you know he secretly loves it. So of course, you just tickle him 🌸🌸
In a nutshell: a calm and confident soul, someone compassionate enough to truly see him for who he is, but strong enough not to bend to him. Someone who reminds him that, yes, the world is cruel, but it’s also incredibly beautiful (hehe AOT)
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vicolette · 1 month ago
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Not Needed !
– A/N : is the confetti bothering you king
– Warnings : English isn’t my first language, uses of y/n, mutism/muteness, uses of god, not proofread
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"Hi. Sorry that I suddenly approached."
Hector really, really, didn't know why he was doing this. This seemed like some typical dare that his friends would tell him, or maybe he would get paid in order to prank you, but he was dead serious about this.
You stood right in front of him – the pretty girl that was in the same class as him, yet he never had the guts to approach you. Your little friend group also wasn't associated with him or his best buddies in any way, so he had to be bold.
Easier said than done.
Now, as he stood right in front of you in the middle of the hallway near the college's giant cafeteria, Hector found himself stuck in a situation of dilemma. Either he asks what the previous lesson was about, since he was busy with the recent football matches, or he just asks you out.
"Uhm… I wanted to ask, if you wanted to go on a date with me?" This was way too straightforward and he hated himself for it, but it wasn’t necessarily that which made him look stupid. No, it was the fact that he was asking you if you wanted to enjoy some time with.
Because why is it, that he could go into any club with his friends or teammates and flirt with every single girl there, without ever even stuttering once? But the very moment when he sees you, his mind goes blank?
After hours of relentless teasing from his friends, Lamine had suggested that he should just go for it. "The worst she can say is no."
Meanwhile, Pau was a tiny bit more helpful – saying that his older sister liked it when men were more honest and respectful than just flirting. The advice was needed, especially when Hector was still too embarrassed to do much about the situation.
However, as he saw how you were unable to respond, he got a bit worried.
Literally.
Your lips parted open and were then closed, again. For the fourth time now, and it hadn’t even been a minute. Even though Hector would respect your shyness, he was slowly starting to get frustrated.
"If you don’t wanna, just say so." He shrugged his shoulders and tried his absolute best not to turn around and vent to his friends, who were impatiently and noisily waiting in the cafeteria. Nonetheless, Hector could only watch as you moved your hands in a weird way.
"Wait, are you-"
All of a sudden, it clicked.
"- are you mute?"
A nod was all it took for him bury his face in his hands, muttering his repeated apology rapidly as he felt embarrassment wash over him. Hector couldn’t believe that he had just now discovered that you were incapable of speaking, when he had thought that you were just ignoring him on purpose.
However, as he saw you hesitantly approach him with a hand on his shoulder, showing him a thumbs up and an awkward smile on your face, he could only sigh.
"I'm so sorry, I should've known." Hector mumbled under his breath, yet the sight of seeing how apologetic he was over a common mistake made you grin, shaking your head while you silently comforted him, even though he should be comforting you, he thought. "I didn’t think- oh my god."
After a long silence, which mainly consisted of Hector speaking nonsense while you tried to get him to relax, he had finally calmed down and considered himself an idiot, before he saw how you took a step back showed him a thumbs up in agreement. He raised an eyebrow, then raised his voice instead.
"You wanna go on a date with me?" Your enthusiasm was strong, although you slightly hesitated after thinking for a while – now that he knew that you were unable to talk, would he still be interested in you?
The answer was not needed; he beamed with excitement, a huge smile on his face after he had let out a sigh of relief, with his hand dramatically raised and placed on his chest before he began to speak. "So, uh… are you free on Saturday?"
It was a mutual understanding between the two of you, with him suggesting some things and letting you type on your phone, while you mostly just either nodded your head or looked at him confused. Even though he was still unfamiliar with the situation of being mute, Hector found himself in peace with you.
Especially when you looked at him like he was a genius for requesting to go to an aquarium, or when you raised an eyebrow and shook your head when he had offered to pick you up, claiming on your phone that you could walk the way.
"So, five p.m.?" With yet another nod, Hector smiled at the vision and lightly chuckled, before he promoted the idea of walking you back to your friends. The walk to the cafeteria was quiet, yet occupied with shy smiles and a quiet goodbye from Hector's side.
Once he had arrived at the table, where he had previously been sitting with his friends, he slumped into your seat and ran a hand over his hair, glaring at Lamine, who was looking rather suspicious.
"She's mute." Somehow, somewhat, Pau only raised an eyebrow and Lamine shrugged his shoulders, making Hector look dumbfounded. Just then, Lamine had realized that he didn’t know, gasping as he had to stifle his laughter.
"You didn’t know?"
"You knew?!"
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– A/N : my sister found out about my acc and is reading this🥀 also do you say pm or p.m.
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m-musings · 3 months ago
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I Know Your Heart: Roronoa Zoro X Reader
Word Count: 560 Summary: Zoro doesn't know how to show his emotions. You think he already does. Warnings/Other Notes: no gender mentioned for reader, M is making shit up again lmao
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Zoro is a rather reserved man.
He prefers not to show his emotions if he can help it, believing that it gives his opponents an opportunity to use them against him.
During his time in the Isshin Dojo, he was even encouraged to try and hide them when possible.
Joining the Straw Hats changed his perspective on that matter, as the rest of the crew helped him realize just how much those emotions can fuel your passion and drive.
Your appearance in his life changed his mind even further. When the two of you got together, he finally understood that when you have someone that dear to fight for, nothing can stop you.
But what hasn't changed in all his time is how he approaches love.
Of course, he knows you love him. And Zoro loves you back, he is absolutely sure of that.
He just... doesn't really know how to show it. For the majority of his life thus far, he'd never before felt the need to with anyone else.
He isn't one for grand gestures and he's not the best with words. His typical no nonsense attitude puts him at a bit of a disadvantage in that respect.
Zoro knows he's not the most romantic man, but he knows he would do anything for you. His loyalty goes right to his core.
Silent devotion. That's what he knows and what he'll stick with. At least, until he can find the courage to outright show you.
And as for you?
What you know is everything he doesn't seem to see about himself. All the good, bad and ugly, you take it all in stride.
You've seen him step between you and all danger you may face, watched him take care of you when you're sick or injured, and admired him each time he unwittingly shows exactly what he feels for you.
You're always catching him monitoring you from the corner of his eye, his pupils filled with admiration as you joke around with the rest of the crew.
And while Zoro tries to hide his soft side, you're able to easily drag it out of him every single time.
He'll wrap his strong arms around you as you both drift off to sleep, causing a soft smile to appear as your eyes grow heavier by the second.
You even notice when he tries make sure that you're safe from the usual mayhem aboard the Sunny, laughing to yourself as he tries to prevent Usopp or Luffy from causing chaos despite it interfering with his daily training.
You see everything he does for you and love him even more for it.
So no, Zoro isn't one for flashy, impressive stunts or waxing poetic, but you are still fully aware of how much he cares.
He simply shows his love through the little things.
Through the way he so obviously cares for you & everything you stand for. Through the comfort he brings you even when he doesn't realize it.
When all is said and done, All you want is him by your side.
Zoro is not a perfect man by any means, but he is the perfect one for you.
So in the end, just be patient with him and give him the time he needs to open up. His love may be quiet but despite his hesitancy, it's fierce and everlasting.
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puckinghischier · 11 months ago
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just a random post with a string of nonsense thoughts about the hughes brothers and how bad i want to be a part of that family
like, not even having to marry into it kinda way, but maybe being best friends with one of the boys and just assimilating into their routines?
i mean, imagine being jack’s bestie and always being over at their house or driving him to hockey practice or tagging along to games and it’s always just assumed you’re staying for dinner after giving him a ride home from practice. Or it’s always assumed when they go to the lake on weekends you’re going to be there too
and don’t even get me started on how luke and quinn basically treat you like a sister since you’re attached to jack’s hip and act just like him. the arguments you’d have with luke about who gets to choose what’s on tv, then quinn eventually vetos any kind of compromise between the two of you because he’s the oldest so his choice “means more than both of yours combined”
also thinking about when the guys want to go play golf but you show up at their house to hang out with them, so they have you tag along and drive the golf cart, resulting in everyone getting kicked off of the golf course because you were caught by the cart girl for having two grown men hanging off of the back of your golf cart re-enacting king of the world from titanic as you make your way to the green.
or when you go on a date with a guy your friend set you up with, all three of them sneak around and tag along in ridiculous “disguises” with fake wigs and mustaches to make sure he’s not a dick or a serial killer. and when you catch them, seeing a glimpse of luke’s curly hair from a few booths down, you walk over to confront them and threaten to call ellen because you know that’s the only threat that scares them, watching them scurry off with glares on their faces, mumbling how they just wanted to make sure he wasn’t a dick.
then weeks later, when the same guy ghosts you and you see him with another girl, the only place you want to go is the hughes house, so you show up unannounced, quinn watching you walk into the kitchen (you have a key so you just let yourself in) with tear stained cheeks and he immediately goes angry big brother mode, insisting you tell him where the asshole lives so he can go rough him up a bit. jack comes downstairs to see what all the commotion is, and once he hears what happened he takes over quinn’s role as shoulder to cry on, quinn already setting everything up for a movie night and telling luke he needs to go out and get your favorite snacks.
when ellen and jim come home that night to a dark house and a blanket mound in the middle of their living room floor, they see you asleep cuddled in-between jack and quinn, with luke laying at everyone’s feet, and they smile and turn the tv off, happy that all of their kiddos are safe under one roof tonight.
and the next morning, when you all wake up to ellen cooking a huge breakfast, knowing her boys wake up like starved animals, she pulls you aside to make sure you’re okay, her heart swelling when you look over at the three heathen’s absolutely demolishing their plates of breakfast, and tell her you’ve never been better.
don’t even get me started on holidays. you have to split time between your own family and the hughes residence like you’re a child of divorce because you’ve been involved in all of their holiday traditions since you could remember. you help them decorate their tree, you help ellen wrap presents, you help jim set up all of their yard decorations, you have annual ginger bread house decorating competitions with each of the boys, and your favorite, helping the boys surprise ellen with a huge gift each year.
or when you attend all of their big games, from their team usa juniors games, to quinn and luke’s games at michigan, to each brother’s first pro game. you and ellen always have matching, personalized jersey’s for the occasion, wanting every to know who you’re there to support.
also thinking about flying out and being there for each of them when they go through their first big struggle with homesickness and missing their family, wanting to be there for them like they’ve been there for you over the years. and sending them each care packages each month with goodies from home and handmade gifts from whatever craft you’ve taken up that month (the crochet phase produced some very oddly shaped socks)
and when you decide you can’t stand not living near your favorite set of brothers, you move be closer to the youngest two, hating that you likely won’t be able to live in a place close to all three of them again. but quinn petitioned for partial custody (his exact words to jack) so the spare bedroom at his apartment in vancouver is now yours and he insists on paying for you to fly out to his place every other month, no matter how much you protest that you can buy your own plane tickets.
you know they all have countdowns to lake time each summer on their phones, too. quinn sending updates in the groupchat every day, then starting over the day everyone returns home from the summer festivities.
but overall, i’m just thinking about how fun i know it would be, and how anyone in that family will be surrounded by so much kindness and love.
anyways there’s my nonsense, random, run-on string of thoughts for the day.
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blackenedsnow · 10 months ago
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Hello! Can I play request P2 and P3 headcanons on what a night in with their s/o would be like?
p2 and p3 dude having a night in with their s/o
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WARNING: None
PAIRING: Postal (2) Dude x Reader, Postal (3) Dude x Reader
NOTE: Hey dear!! Yes you can. I hope you enjoy!
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P2 DUDE
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You’re in his dingy trailer, which he’s done absolutely nothing to improve.
The TV is probably the centerpiece of the evening, set to whatever's on, though Dude doesn’t actually care much about what’s playing—he’s just there to chill with you.
Relaxation isn’t something he gets often, so when he does get time alone with you, he appreciates it in his own deadpan way.
He’ll throw his arm around you casually, pulling you in close without a word.
You can feel him unwind, even if he’s still staring blankly at whatever nonsense is on the screen.
Food is definitely low-effort.
It’s likely you’ve got a pizza delivery coming, and he’s already popped open a few beers.
The conversation might be sparse, but he’ll make sarcastic comments about the TV, the pizza guy, or literally anything around you both.
You share a beer or two (or three)
Despite his crass exterior, Dude shows his softer side in little ways.
He’ll ask how your day went, how are you doing, stuff like that.
He listens more than you’d think, his snarky comments spaced out by moments where he’s actually paying attention.
If you’re close, he’ll rest his hand on your thigh or give your shoulder a squeeze to show he’s content just being there with you. The evening ends with both of you slouched on the couch, the TV flickering and Dude half-asleep with his arm still draped over you.
There’s no dramatic declarations or over-the-top romantic gestures. It’s just easy—simple, dirty, and weirdly comfortable.
He might mumble something like, "I love you, you know that?" before nodding off completely.
P3 DUDE
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His place is FUCKED, with random junk scattered around and nothing really matching or organized.
He’s probably thrown together some questionable dinner, but hey—it’s the thought that counts.
He’d have invited you over to relax and escape whatever nonsense is going on outside.
He can’t sit still for too long.
If you’re watching TV, he’s constantly fidgeting, grabbing snacks, or flipping through random channels until he lands on something bizarre enough to hold his attention.
He’ll crack jokes the entire time, occasionally glancing at you with a grin to see if he’s getting a laugh.
If he senses you’re stressed, he’ll be silly to lighten the mood, even if it means doing something ridiculous like pretending to narrate a dumb action scene with his best movie-trailer voice.
Dude tries to cook.
He probably throws something in the oven or makes a horrendous microwave dinner for the both of you.
The food is questionable, but it’s the effort that counts, right?
“Tastes like crap, but at least I didn’t burn down the kitchen this time,” he’ll joke, nudging you with a grin.
He’s surprisingly affectionate in a chaotic way.
He’ll pull you into his lap, wrap his arms around you, and bury his face in your shoulder while dramatically whining about something stupid.
Even if you try to push him off, he clings harder, turning it into a playful wrestling match.
There’s never a dull moment with him around.
Dude tries to be romantic but in his own awkward way.
He’ll lean in for a kiss at the weirdest moments or randomly shower you with praise, but it always comes off as a joke.
“You’re the best thing that’s happened to me since I figured out how to rig that soda machine,” he’ll say, giving you a cheeky grin.
But underneath the humor, there’s real affection in his words.
As the night winds down, there’s no telling what’ll happen.
He might get restless and want to go out for a drive around town just for the hell of it, or he might finally settle down beside you, arm slung lazily around your shoulders.
Either way, the night ends with him pressing a kiss to your temple and saying, “Don’t know what I’d do without ya,” before falling into a rare moment of stillness.
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kinardbrainrot · 2 months ago
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bigheartbuck here, fic idea! pls write this:
established bucktommy, buck mows the lawn :)
oh hello bigheartbuck <333 here's 1k of bt completely failing at doing yard work!! (in case you couldn't tell, i've never touched a lawn mower in my life)
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By Buck's estimation, Tommy's been pretending to read on the back porch for about twenty minutes now, his big body barely fitting on the old swing, one leg fully stretched out, the other spread open invitingly, knee bent and foot firmly planted on the ground. Tommy's using it to slowly rock the swing back and forth.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
The movement is a little hypnotic but if Buck's honest with himself, it has more to do with Tommy's tanned thighs on display, where his shorts are riding up, than anything else. One of his arms is folded behind his head, bicep bulging, while the other is holding a book about aviation in the First World War that Buck bought for him, back when they were together the first time around. He's even got his old man reading glasses out, thin rectangle frames he keeps perched on the top of his nose and that drive Buck absolutely insane in a hot for teacher way.
Claudette is curled up somewhere near his foot and Buck isn't close enough to tell, but he assumes the old girl is purring, happy to enjoy a warm summer day comfortably in the shade with her favourite human. No matter what Tommy says about his cat falling in love with Buck at first sight, he knows in an actual competition between them, he loses every single time. Tommy rescued her from the streets when she was but a little thing who could fit in the palm of his hand (Yes, Buck has seen the proof in the form of pictures and videos; they're devastating.) and they've been inseparable loners together ever since. Tommy likes to joke she's his lucky charm because he hasn't met a superstition he doesn't love to ridicule and the whole black cats are bad luck thing is 'silly nonsense', according to him.
They paint the perfect 'nice relaxed day off' picture is the thing.
Except Tommy hasn't turned a page in twenty minutes. In fact, Tommy hasn't turned a page since Buck got out of the house they now share, wearing an old battered pair of jeans he took some scissors to a few months ago, cutting them mid-thighs in a fit of annoyance, and one of Tommy's own tank top.
Tommy was deeply into the book at that point, Buck knows, because he barely even reacted when he dropped some iced tea on the table next to him, pressing a fleeting kiss to his temple and muttering: “I’m gonna take care of the lawn, if you’re okay with the noise.” 
And Tommy hummed his agreement, hand reaching to pet Buck’s side, fingers lingering on their way down when they met Buck’s exposed thighs, rubbing at the point where jeans meet skin, stroking against the hair there in a way that made Buck want to abandon all of his lawn mowing plans in favour of a little light making out.
Still, this is his yard too now, with the little garden he's been tending to, flowers and vegetables and herbs, a visual cue that he's here to stay, they both are, and the reminder always makes something hot like lava squirm in his lower belly, the idea that this isn't Tommy's house anymore, it's theirs. So he stuck to his original plan that didn't involve getting hot and heavy in the backyard where any of their neighbors could watch.
Except Tommy's eyes haven't left Buck's body since he stepped away and got the mower out of the shed.
It’s cute that he thinks Buck hasn’t noticed.
And Buck? Well, he's nowhere near done, but he's not above being a brat for attention. Especially when he knows how much Tommy loves it when he's acting up. So, he turns the mower off and makes a big show of stretching before grabbing the bottom of Tommy's tank top, wiping the sweat off his face with it. Then, he takes the top off entirely, making sure the angle is just right for the best view from the porch.
He sneaks a look, smirking when he realizes Tommy's book is resting on his chest now, all pretense that he was still reading long abandoned. Buck's smile widens, getting ready for the kill shot, almost prancing all the way to the garden hose.
"Really, Evan?" Tommy calls out to him in an amused tone. "A bit much, don't you think?"
"I'm hot," Buck mock-whines, turning the water on and spraying himself shamelessly.
"Oh, I'm not disputing that, baby," Tommy replies, voice that perfect mix of gentle and a little mocking, the way Buck likes it best. "Just wandering if this porn show includes actually mowing our lawn."
And it's stupid, it's so fucking stupid, the way Buck's heart jumps at that (our lawn), but it does, it really does.
So he shrugs, unapologetic, and says: "eventually?"
And even from the other side of the yard, Buck can see the way Tommy rolls his eyes, fond as anything, before gesturing at him to come over. Buck almost trips on the hose in his excitement to turn the water off and he feels himself blush a little when Tommy snorts.
"Look at you," Tommy says, voice low, hungry, when Buck finally makes his way back to the swing, still dripping. Tommy takes a second to put his book on the table, laughing when Claudette jumps off the swing in a huff when the movement disturbs her. He waits until she's properly gone to reach for the back of Buck's thighs, dragging him closer, fingers sneaking underneath Buck's shorts, teasing him.
"Hey," Buck whispers, grabbing Tommy's jaw before giving him a filthy kiss, lowering himself between Tommy's legs, and the swing really is too old to support two big men like them, but Buck's ready to roll the dice. "I'll finish the lawn after," Buck promises between kisses, rolling his hips a little too provocatively.
They should probably take this inside.
And they will, in a minute.
"I think we both know I'm gonna end up doing it," Tommy teases.
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geminiwritten · 26 days ago
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what is your writing process like? how do you write so much so fast and how do you not lose steam? (i love everything you write and tbh you’re inspiring me to finish one of my wips)
AH OMG THANK YOU!!! i am inspiring you??? gah, that makes me so happy 🖤
ooh, okay... my process haha WELL once i have an idea or outline, i'll usually info dump into a word doc or notes app. it's absolute nonsense, but it gets me excited and sometimes forcing myself to write through the whole summary will help me discover all the little bits that tie everything together.
then once i've done that, i'll (usually just in my head or notes app) break it up into scenes / moments (this is the part that REALLY helps me stay on track and not burn out, because each scene or moment is exciting so i look forward to the next)
e.g., let's look at my fic 'the plan' (this is literally how i planned it) 1. apartment with phoenix, payback, and fanboy: introduce reader's crush on bob and come up with "the plan" 2. the run where he sees her underwear 3. the sleepover: tension (games), cream pies, borrowed clothes 4. in the kitchen (almost kiss) 5. brief intermission to revamp "the plan" 6. montage of jealous moments 7. group setting to tease bob and get his pov 8. the beach / the finale
so you can kind of see that each scene or moment has something delicious or tense that happens between reader x bob.
THAT is what keeps me going. breaking it into 'moments' where i know something fun is going to happen. sometimes the in betweens and bridging bits are unexpectedly good (when hangman joins in on 'the plan') OR sometimes they're boring... and sometimes (a lot of the time) i just put a dash (-) and cut to the next moment because i feel like a bridging bit will make the fic too long.
and that's pretty much it! i struggle big time when i don't know what's coming next, which used to happen a lot. i used to just start writing and see where it went, but now i feel like i've got the rhythm down!
i know 'planning it' sounds like... duh. but planning out moments is what works. moments that lead up to the BIG moment. and making each little moment delicious is the best part!
other tips and tricks! (that help me, so maybe they might help others)
TALK DIALOGUE TO YOURSELF (i do this when i walk my dog or clean the house or shower, it helps SO much especially with fight scenes or big confession scenes where characters need to bounce off each other, because you can naturally respond without thinking too much which is what would happen with the characters if they were real! then don't forget to write it in your notes or something)
if you're not sure about your 'moments' use headcanons / tropes!!! or watch movies / shows with two love interests who have a similar dynamic to your characters (i get lots of cute moments from friends, b99, the office) even small bits of dialogue that you could build a moment around!
WRITE A FULL SCENE OR MOMENT, THEN READ IT BACK / EDIT. don't lose the momentum to edit as you go, but also i like to edit each section before i move on so i know it's flowing well. then i do an overall re-read / edit a day or so AFTER finishing.
take breaks! watch edits! go for a short walk! it all helps, because once you're not staring at the screen, it'll probably come to you
in saying that though... i write BEST when i'm at a desk, in my study, no noise. so if you're struggling on the couch with a movie playing and someone talking in your ear... i'd say give the quiet a go! (although, i'm a bit of a hermit and i talk to myself so much while writing, i can't possible be in the company of other people)
I'M SO SORRY THIS WAS WAY LONGER THAN IT NEEDED TO BE BUT I LOVE SHARING AND I LOVE HELPING OTHER PEOPLE TO WRITE WHEN I CAN SO I HOPE SOME OR ANY OF THIS IS HELPFUL 🖤🖤🖤
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