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FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS | LEE MINHO

PART NINE -> epilogue (6k words)

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"JEONGIN!"

There's moments in life when you're genuinely terrified. Like when you used to get called on from your scariest teacher with no clue what the answer to the question was. Or when you wake up in the middle of the night after hearing a loud noise and can't move a muscle for hours afterwards.

Now is one of those instances. You feel yourself practically jump out your skin when you hear Seungmin screech the younger boys name, taking your sunglasses off of your face instantly to catch a glimpse of the commotion.

How naive of you to expect a relaxing, stress relieving getaway with your friends. How naive indeed.

"You've crossed the line this time, kiddo," Seungmin seethes, traipsing round the decking in search of his target. "Where the hell is he?"

"Fuck me if I know," you say lazily, placing your sunglasses back on your face and settling yourself into your sun lounger again. You and Hyunjin had an ongoing competition to see who could get the best tan over the course of your week long holiday, and you'd be damned to waste precious sunbathing time whilst he was at the shops to get breakfast for everyone.

"Gross, don't say that," Seungmin grimaces, chucking you a bottle. "You're burning up, idiot."

You scoff, pulling your sunglasses off for the second time of the morning and dumping them beside you. "Am I really?"

"Yes," Seungmin responds, placing his hands on the railing that oversees the beach you were staying at, looking out to catch a glimpse of Jeongin before giving up and practically falling on top of the lounger beside you. "Unless the aim of the competition you've got with Hyunjin is to see who can look the most like a lobster by the end of the week, I'd lather up."

You sigh, picking up the bottle he'd handed you and rubbing the sunscreen into your arms and chest. "Why are you so mad at Jeongin, anyway?" You ask him, intrigued as to what had interrupted your morning detox. "And why did you think he'd be here?"

"He's a dumbass," Seungmin says, kicking his feet up on the sun lounger as if that explains anything. "And I thought he might be here since you're the only other person still at the resort."

"Everyone's gone?" You ask, closing the lid to the bottle and chucking it into the shade.

"Felix, Chan and Changbin went down to the sea front whilst Minho, Hyunjin and Jisung were at the shops. Jeongin must have gone with them," Seungmin explains, shaking his head. "I'm seriously going to kill him when I find him again."

"I swear if you don't explain what he's done, I'm taking your name off of the lease," you say, throwing him a side glance as you settle back into a comfortable position.

"You can't do that," he mocks, as if you would ever actually take his name off of the lease to your new apartment. You'd just signed it two weeks ago, with Hyunjin and Felix too. It had been stressful trying to find accommodation for your final year of uni, as you weren't entitled to on campus accommodation in fourth year. When Seungmin brought the idea of sharing an apartment close to campus with Hyunjin and Felix to you, it had been an obvious yes.

Sure, living with three boys was probably going to be a nightmare, but you'd just lived with Seungmin for a year and he'd practically kept you afloat, so no matter how messy Felix was or how late Hyunjin stayed up, you figured you could handle it.

"He left my flip flops outside in the scorching sun yesterday," he finally says, offering you an explanation. "I specifically told him not to, because I'd seen online that the brand can partially melt in extreme heat - and who would have guessed? I now have a pile of goo on the ground."

You can't stifle your laugh, giggling openly. It was just such a classic Jeongin move you'd come to realise. He was nothing short of a little shit when he wanted to be. "They can't be a very good brand if they melt in the sun."

Seungmin scoffs. "They weren't made for over 40°c heat. Plus, I may or may not have bought them from a dodgy website," he complains, though you know he's over exaggerating. You could put money on the fact his flip flops were only slightly damaged. "He knows exactly what he's done as well. He'd written an, 'I'm sorry, Seungmin' note right on top of the goo pile for me to wake up to this morning."

You laugh openly this time, shaking your head at your friends actions. "Unsurprising."

Seungmin hums. "Yeah, I'll get my revenge at some point," he assures you, turning to give you an evil grin. "He's gonna hate choosing me as a roommate for this trip, I swear."

The resort you were staying in abroad, found by Chan (of course, as the self proclaimed 'dad' of your friend group), had large apartment like rooms that joined together and allowed you a private stretch of gorgeous white sand beach. Each room had a balcony area overlooking the beach, which you were currently taking full advantage of.

"I thought you chose Jeongin as a roommate?" You ask, turning on your side to properly face your friend.

"Jeongin is the least gross out of everyone," Seungmin answers with a grimace. "Other than you, of course. But you're rooming with your lovey dovey -"

He doesn't get to finish his taunt, as the front door to your room flies open. "Honey, I'm home!" Minho shouts, walking through the slide doors onto the balcony. His flip flops patter against the decking before he flops down onto the edge of your sun lounger.

"You're not trying to steal my girlfriend, are you Seungmo?" Minho questions, tilting his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose.

"It wasn't funny the first time you said it, and it's still not funny now," Seungmin responds, making Minho chuckle. Since Minho had popped the big question a couple months ago, he hadn't shut up about you being his girlfriend. His friends, that had now easily become your best friends, were constantly telling him to shut up, especially Seungmin since he spent the most time with you.

"Boo hoo," Minho says lazily, moving himself on your lounger so he was nestled comfortably in between your legs.

"What did you get from the store?" You ask him as he lays his head on your chest.

"Some meat and stuff so we can have a barbecue tonight," he responds. "Snacks, alcohol - some tampons for you."

"TMI," Seungmin winces, though you knew he was only doing it for show in front of Minho. You'd spent a year living with him and he couldn't care less about your period.

"A woman's menstrual cycle is natural," Minho mocks, laughing when Seungmin puts his fingers in his ears.

"Shut up, Jesus," you groan. It was bad enough you'd had to go on holiday while you were at the end of your period, especially in a group of guys, but your boyfriend felt the need to show how 'cool' he was about it in front of your friends, which made him decidedly uncool.

"Anyway," Seungmin says, attempting to stray the conversation away from your menstrual cycle. "What's Hyunjin and Ji up to now?"

"Said they were dumping their shit in their room and meeting the other guys at the beach for the day," Minho explains, stretching his limbs as he looks up at you. "Thought we could join them?"

You him, nodding. "Yeah, sounds good. Seungmin?"

"I'll need to borrow a pair of your flip flops, Minho," he says, and you take that statement as a form of agreement. "Jeongin has decimated mine."

Minho chuckles, pulling himself up from off your chest to sit at the edge of your lounger again. "Fine by me. There's a spare pair sitting on top of my suitcase."

Seungmin grins, getting up to put on Minho's flip flops. "I'm gonna go get changed into swim shorts, I'll get you guys down there?"

"Aye aye, captain," Minho responds, shouting through as Seungmin walks out your room, leaving you and Minho alone on the balcony.

He bends down towards you, leaving a chaste kiss on your lips. "Hi."

You giggle at him, using your hand to shield your eyes from the sun as you look at him, pulling your knees up to your chest. "Hi. Thanks for the tampons, by the way. I forgot to ask for them."

"Yeah, I figured you'd forgotten," he replies lazily, tapping your knees with his fingers. "Not a problem for the best boyfriend ever."

You chuckle at him, shaking your head. Minho had voiced his concerns about not being able to be enough for you, as he'd never been in a proper relationship before, but you'd assured him you'd be able to work at it together. And here you were, happier than you'd been in a long time.

"You look pretty," Minho states outwardly, and you smile knowing he means it. You'd come to realise he didn't give out compliments easily, so when he did it made your heart melt. "Last I saw you, you were a zombie in bed."

"Yeah, well, we were up late last night," you say, which makes Minho snicker. You whack him on the arm. "Don't be crude."

"Says you!" He laughs, grabbing your hand to stop you from whacking him again. You take a second to eye him up - shirtless, in just a pair of swim shorts and flip flops, you thought about how lucky you were that your boyfriend was perhaps the hottest man on the planet.

"Stop eye fucking me," he says slyly, narrowing his eyes at you.

"I'm not eye fucking you," you counter, crossing your arms. That turns out to be a mistake, when Minho's eyes go straight to your boobs.

"You know," he starts lowly, moving closer to you to push a strand of hair behind your ear. "We haven't countered period sex yet, but if you -"

You don't even need to whack him for that one, because he gets hit in the face with a blow up beach ball. Cackling, you catch a glimpse of the perpetrator.

"Get a room!" Hyunjin shouts, laughing maniacally as his bleach blonde hair flies out around him, and you just know Minho's going to kill him for that.

"We have a room!" Minho shouts back, throwing the beach ball back to Hyunjin which he catches, walking up to your balcony from the beach, shirtless and dripping wet. You assume he's already been in the sea.

"Maybe use it?" He says cheekily, and you roll your eyes. "We're gonna play volleyball, get your asses out here."

"I refuse," you say, throwing your hands up with wide eyes. "Not after last time."

Hyunjin giggles, remembering your game on the first day you'd arrived, and how your bikini top had come undone whilst you tried to save the ball. That was not one of your finest moments.

"You can be umpire," he says, tilting his head. You look towards Minho who shrugs, so you turn back to Hyunjin and nod.

"Fine," you say in defeat, standing up off your sun lounger and grabbing your phone and the keys to your room, so you can lock the front and sliding doors and jump the barrier of your balcony onto the beach.

The boys are all round the corner from your balcony, their towels laid out on the sand with some beach umbrellas propped up. Jeongin and Felix are chasing each other up and down the coastline with water guns, whilst Jisung and Seungmin are sprawled lazily out on their towels, taking refuge under the umbrellas from the blazing sunshine. Chan and Changbin are setting up the volleyball net.

As you, Hyunjin and Minho walk towards them, Felix and Jeongin abandon their fight, dropping the water guns by the boys feet.

"Didn't think you'd want to play after last time," Felix says breathlessly, giving you a cheeky grin when you hit him with your beach towel.

"We collectively agreed to never speak about it again," you seethed, listening to the other boys snickers. You choose to ignore Minho's smirk. "Besides, I'm reffing, and your teams already in the minus points."

"Why?" Felix groans, pouting at you.

"Attitude and bad behaviour. Ref rules," you throw back, placing your beach towel down and making yourself comfortable. Minho bends down to give you a peck, ignoring the guys cries of PDA and Jeongin covering his eyes before he calls team captain and the boys split up into two groups. Minho calls the second team captain and gets first pick, choosing Chan instantly.

They were unsurprisingly competitive, as you'd come to find out. If their beer pong tournaments were anything to go by, their volleyball games were even worse. You'd had to settle a multitude of arguments by half time alone - Jisung claiming Changbin was using foul play and Seungmin purposefully making the other team laugh to lose their attention.

Minho's team won in the end, which you could have seen coming from a mile away, since Chan practically carried any team he was on in terms of sports games. By sunset, half the guys had left to shower and the other half were setting up the barbecue, leaving you and Minho alone by the beachfront.

You watch the tide slowly make its way in and out again, the sound calming as Minho lay reading beside you. He's motionless, save from the periodic turn of the page of his book and his thumb swiping over your thigh when he found a comfortable position to hold his book with one hand.

The sun was slowly starting to set, the orange and pink hues of the sky mixing together like paint on a palette. When Minho turns the page to his book again, you pull your sunglasses off of the bridge of your nose to study him.

"What you reading?" You ask him, and he seems to finish the last sentence before looking over to you.

"A book," he says slyly, keeping his thumb in the middle of it but closing it over to look at you. He probs himself up on one arm.

"Oh yeah? Though it was an oven mitt," you reply sarcastically, rolling your eyes.

Minho raises an eyebrow at you. "Oven mitt?"

"First thing I thought of," you shrug, lowering yourself so that your lying flat on your back, closer to him. He looks down at you with a half smile. "But really, what book is it?"

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes as one hand pushes his dusty brown hair out his face, turning the cover of his book around to show you.

"How to deal with rude people with a smile," you read the title aloud as your eyes scan the front cover. "Is this a step by step guide?"

Minho chuckles, shaking his head as he pretends to snatch the book away from you. "No - if you must know, it's one of my favourites, and I'm rereading it and annotating it so I can give it to you."

You blink a couple times at his words, not really comprehending what he was saying. "You're going to gift it to me after you've annotated it?"

"Yeah," he replies, and you watch his ears tinge red - his tell. "After everything that happened with your ex and Sooyun, I just...I dunno. I read this when I needed to, and I thought you could benefit from it as well."

Minho will never let you live it down if you cry in front of him about this, claiming his superiority from his heartfelt gift, so you force a brave face. A smile comes naturally to you at the kind gesture.

"I love you so much, did you know," you say easily, shaking your head almost in disbelief. Minho had opened up to you more than you'd ever thought he would after making your relationship official. He told you about his family; his parents who he loved but did not spend a lot of time with due to them frowning upon his decision to drop his medical degree to pursue dance, how his cats meant everything to him and more...

This just felt as though he was sharing another little part of himself with you.

"What about you, then?" He says, unable to take the compliment without getting somewhat flustered as per usual. "You were reading something earlier in the week."

You hum, turning and digging the book out of your beach bag. You gently throw it onto his lap, watching as he inspects it like you had done his before handing it back to you.

"A poem book?" He says curiously. "'A mouthful of forevers'. Any good?"

"I love it. I've never been a big poem fan but this book...I dunno, her poems really speak to me."

"Okay you freak, read me one," he says blatantly, lying down flat on his back like you and crossing his arms, staring into the sky. He turns to you when you don't reply to him. "Please?"

You choose to ignore his shit eating grin when you open to one of the pages in the book you had dog eared.

"Love Poems, by Clementine Von Radics," you start with a huff, already feeling your tummy flutter under your boyfriends smirk and watchful eye. "I want to kiss you. Like big, fat kisses. Or angels. Or stars. Or something. I don't know. Love poems never make sense to me."

You pause for a second to catch your breath and sneak a peak at Minho as you do, and he's carefully watching you - a serious expression on his features as he nods at you for you to continue.

"Poets say things like Your teeth are flowers or Your eyes are miracles. But you aren't miracles. Or flowers. You are some sweet boy with a good smile and a shaky heart. Come kiss me. I'm in love with the miracle of your body—beside my body."

Minho stays quiet for a second, contemplating your words, and you can't help but feel sheepish.

"I like it because it reminds me of you," you say, although Minho's one of the smartest people you've ever met and you'd be damned if he hadn't already guessed that. "It's like - humans are never supposed to be these amazing, wondrous, beings. But you're you, and even though you will never be this unrealistic perfected poet concoction of a man, you have already shown me what perfect feels like. Because, I guess to me, perfect is good and bad things coexisting in this one little life with you."

There's not another second to babble on, because Minho's easily caught your lips with his own after moving swiftly so that he hovers over the top of you. He keeps himself propped up on an arm beside your head as he depends the kiss slightly before pulling away.

His hair tickles your forehead as he breathes, shaking his head at you. "You know I love you too, right?" He says lowly, dark eyes shifting between your own. "I don't say it that often, but I am so absolutely in love with you and sometimes I just have to sit with my thoughts because I have never known what I have done to deserve you."

His deep words make your heart fill and your grin crack. You figure you must be looking at him maniacally, but you don't care - not when you lowers his head to kiss you again, the feeling one that you will never take for granted. After these months you still feel the same butterflies you felt after that very first time.

"You're sooo in love with me," you can't help but to tease when he pulls away again, watching when he shakes his head with a chuckle. "You're practically on your knees for me."

"I could be later, if you quit acting like a brat in the middle of our nice moments," he says, tilting his head and placing a quick kiss to the tip of your nose. "Now, come on, cause -"

The distraction of Hyunjin and Jeongin making sex noises and kissy faces is one that you surprisingly enjoy, since it firstly means that Minho doesn't notice the way your cheeks are the same colour as your sunburn and secondly, that dinner must be ready. You successfully rope Jeongin into helping you pack up the beach stuff when Minho ends up in the midst of a physical fight with Hyunjin, the two men hollering and rolling around on the sand like children.

Whatever the issue was, you could assume Hyunjin deserved it. The two of them had been ridiculously close recently, after having talked out all their issues back when they weren't on the best of terms. You didn't know if it was just because you and Hyunjin were so close or because they'd finally had a deep discussion together, but they'd been practically inseparable the whole holiday.

Not that you are complaining - you'd take them clinging to each other over the two of them avoiding each other like the plague any day of the week.

"You and Minho hyung are cute," Jeongin goads as he folds Minho's towel, showing you his dimples and widening his eyes. "Kind of gross, but mostly cute."

You take the towel from him and shove it into your back, grabbing your water bottle and waiting for Jeongin to pick up Minho's water bottle before the two of you head towards your bedroom's balcony. "You think?"

He hums, nodding. "Everyone's been saying it all holiday. Especially Hyunjin, which is so weird. To think a couple months ago he was like your relationship's number one enemy is laughable."

You can't help but roll your eyes with a smile at the memory. "He was such a pain in the ass back then, huh?"

"Right?" Jeongin agrees, giving you a hand to help you climb over your balcony decking's railings when you reach it. "I don't know who was a bigger clock block, him or Felix."

He laughs with you when you can't help but to crack up, remembering that one time Minho was helping you dance in the practice rooms and Felix came in at the worst possible time, or when you and Minho were finally opening up to each other and Hyunjin just had to spread a rumour that wasn't true.

"Is it weird that I wouldn't change any of it?" You ask the younger boy, thanking him when he hands you the water bottle.

"Nah," he agrees, his freshly dyed bleach blonde hair (that he'd tried and failed to convince everyone he wasn't copying Hyunjin) forming waves from the sea water he hadn't washed out yet. "It's one hell of a story."

The distant calls for you both to hurry up remind you that you've got food waiting, so you lock your bedroom door and head out back again. By the time you round the corner, you spot the boys in a large circle - your boyfriend in charge of grilling the meat, whilst Felix is preparing what looks like bibimbap. Changbin's also putting together burger buns and salad as Jisung hands out the drinks Seungmin's pouring. Chan seems to be in charge of the whole orchestration, making sure everyone gets a bit of all the foods on their plate.

"You are a grand help," you say snidely to Hyunjin, the only one of them not helping, as he sprawls lazily on a deck chair by the unlit fire pit.

"I was sworn off preparations," he responds, not bothering to look at you. "I'm the visual."

Jeongin shares a look with you as you scoff, getting stuck in to helping when Chan starts handing you plates of food to place on people's seats. "You need a reality check."

"Chan?" He calls lazily.

"He's the visual," Chan shrugs as he hands you another plate, the other guys snickering. "Plus, Minho beat him up earlier."

"What was that even about?" You ask, wanting to be kept in the loop. Your boyfriend catches your eye, rolling his own in response. It's almost a shame to see he's put a t-shirt on, but the way he's rolled the sleeves up over his biceps and his cheeks flushed pink from the heat of the barbecue make you think otherwise.

Since Minho isn't giving you an answer, you turn to Hyunjin, who only gives you a smirk. He pulls his arms up by his head, resting against them. "I only told him that public sex on the beach is actually a crime, and nobody wants to see his massive -"

He doesn't get another word out, after getting hit in the face from a flying beef burger. Jeongin cracks up beside you, and you can't stifle your laugh either, especially when Chan starts shouting.

"We only have so much of them to go around!" He frets, counting out the food items with his fingers. "Stop acting like a child, Minho. Your girlfriends right there."

Minho waves at you with a grin, and you shake your head at him. Seungmin and Jisung finish pouring the drinks, making the rounds and placing them in the cup holders of each chair.

"She's just as bad as him," Seungmin scoffs, picking up a plate full of food and taking a seat beside you. "You know she made me pick out paint samples with her last week? Guess what colour she's painting her bedroom."

Your boyfriend raises you an eyebrow as he finishes passing out the rest of the meat and turns off the barbecue. It must have slipped your mind to inform him of your plans for your bedroom in the new apartment; you were still renting, but the landlord was extremely lenient and allowed you to paint wherever you wanted as long as the apartment looked how did did before you arrived when you eventually leave.

"She wants the ceiling to be pink," Seungmin groans, sending a wave of laughter through your friends. Sometimes being the only girl who regularly hung out with them sucked, and you made a mental note to at least attempt to find another female friend - preferably one who wouldn't steal your boyfriend.

"The ceiling? How are you even gonna reach that, shorty," Changbin laughs, ruffling your hair with his free hand before plonking himself in a seat next to Hyunjin, the rest of the chairs filling up pretty quickly. Minho takes the spare seat beside you, of course.

"I have a vision," you mumble inwardly, ignoring Minho's pout about how cute you were.

You had to admit, Minho's food was delicious - as was Felix's bibimbap, which wasn't to be unexpected. One of your favourite thing's about Minho was his dedication to making food for everyone, one of his love languages- though he'd never admit it out loud.

All of you eat well, chatting together about anything and everything. Hyunjin giving Felix extras from his plate when Felix had finished, the younger boy grinning at him in delight. Changbin and Chan engaging in an arm wrestle, in with Changbin dominates, of course. Jisung, Seungmin and Jeongin having a beer downing competition, spluttering with laughter when Jisung almost chokes on the drink. Minho, a hand on your thigh, watching his friends eat the food he'd made for them in contempt - all of it fills your heart.

To think how miserable you had been, in a relationship you had tried so hard to keep afloat, and a friendship that ended in distrust - how different your life was now was insane.

Hyunjin distracts you from your thoughts, calling your name as he stands up. "Yo, come help me get the ice creams from my room."

You roll your eyes at his request, but inevitably agree, standing up and narrowing your eyes at your boyfriend who slaps your ass as you do so.

"Come on lazy lumps," Hyunjin taunts, calling you as you run to catch up with him walking towards his room. "These ice creams won't get themselves."

"Alright, alright," you sigh, following him into his room and taking a bundle of ice creams he pulls out the freezer. "You're so clingy recently."

He scoffs, making a disgusted face at you. "I'm not clingy," he claims, whilst you tilt your head at him. He closes the freezer with the ice cream packets in his arms, sighing. "Okay, maybe I'm a bit clingy, but you can't blame me. There was a point I thought you and Minho would never talk to me again."

"You're so dramatic," you chuckle, as the two of you walk out the room and back towards your friends. "We've been over this a million times - I don't blame you for anything, and you'd never get rid of me or Minho that easily."

"I know, I know," he says, and you notice his faint smile. The sand gets in between your toes as you walk, so you take your flip flops off to walk barefoot. "I'm just happy about how everything's turned out. Don't tell Minho I said this, but the two of you have never been happier now that you're with each other, and I was a little bitch to think otherwise."

You laugh openly at his compliment, shoving his shoulder fondly as you reach your friends, handing out the ice cream packets.

"You're not trying to get with my girl, are you Hyun?" Minho comments cheekily, which everyone collectively groans at.

"Nobody is trying to steal your girlfriend, dickwad. That joke has been used and abused," Changbin whines, which your boyfriend grins at, as if this was the desired affect of his idiotic comment. Hyunjin only sticks his tongue out at him.

"Says the one that was all over her that first night at the bar," Minho jabs back, which Changbin just smirks at.

"We get it! I'm hot!" You say confidently, scrunching up your nose when Seungmin chucks a rolled up napkin at your face. "And anyway, Changbin's taken now."

Changbin widens his eyes at you as the other boys turn to him in shock because, oh shit, that was a secret you were not supposed to share. There's a chorus of irritated yelling forced towards Changbin, and he looks at you in despair.

"You have a girlfriend?" Felix shouts, standing up and pointing at Changbin. You shoot him a sorry glance as he waves his hands.

"Yes! Okay, it's a very recent thing," he groans. "And you! You were not supposed to tell them!"

You shrug your shoulders apologetically, secretly enjoying the chaos. Minho turns to you, an intrigued smirk on his face.

"And how did you know before any of us?" He asks, no distaste in his tone, just genuine intrigue. One of your favourite things about Minho was how he could not care less about your friendships with the guys, something your ex was almost always complaining about. Minho relished in the fact you got along so well with all his friends.

"I went by Changbin's place to get him to help me fix my broken bedside table for the new place, and she called him while I was over, so it was really only a coincidence," you explain with your hands up.

"Why did you need Changbin's help?" Hyunjin questions. "Am I not good enough?"

"You don't even own a toolbox, Hyun," you say, deadpan, turning to Minho. "And you were away working, so don't start."

"I know, I don't care," he says with a grin, and you laugh at how Hyunjin is more annoyed than Minho. Minho and you had trust and he didn't mind you spending time with others, but Hyunjin was a dramatic baby whenever he wasn't involved. Realistically he just had a bad case of FOMO.

"Anyway," Chan claps, steering the conversation in a different direction. "We're all happy for you Binnie, right guys?"

There's a collective mumble of agreement which you laugh at, watching Changbin get up off of his chair. "On that note, I'm gonna call said girlfriend before the time difference gets too ridiculous. Peace out sluts."

You shake your head at him with a smile, watching as he bounds along the sand towards his room.

"That's it," Jeongin whines. "We've lost another one."

"You're just jealous since you're single," Jisung prods the younger boy, which he shrugs at.

"Yeah," he sighs. "So real."

You drown out the guys conversation, discussing relationships and what not, as you pull out your phone, scrolling your instagram feed. A photo Seungmin posted of you, Felix and Hyunjin pops up - the two boys cracking dumb poses as you laugh at them. You like the photo with a smile, continuing your scroll. The next photo that arises is of Sooyun - a ring adorned on her finger.

Her and Doha had broken up not long after she'd come to your dorm. You'd spoken to her a couple times since then when you'd bumped into each other on campus, though your friendship had never resumed. It was for the best, to stay civil yet cut ties, because she'd hurt you badly and you'd never have trust for her again.

Yet, you were happy for her. She'd gotten into a relationship with one of her family friends from your hometown a couple months after her and Doha had broken up. They'd grown up together, and you'd always suspected they'd end up with each other. You weren't surprised when you heard they were together, and after a year they'd gotten engaged. She beamed in the photo, her fiancé looking at her adoringly as she held up her hand for the camera.

You like the photo, commenting 'congrats!' before showing the photo to Minho. He smiles, knowing you were over the drama and genuinely happy for your friend.

"Maybe it's a thing," he says, tapping your knee with his fingers absentmindedly. "After someone ends their relationship with Doha, they find the love of their life."

You shake your head at him with a smile, knowing he was probably right. The last you'd heard of Doha, he'd dropped out of university and was reputably known as a cheater in your area. Luckily, you hadn't seen him since you'd broken up with him, confirming the theory that when someone isn't meant to be in your life, you'll never see them again.

"I'm fucking exhausted," Jisung yawns, stretching out his limbs. "Should we call it a night, since we're up early to swim with dolphins tomorrow?"

Hyunjin nods, standing up. "Yeah, agreed. Felix, don't you dare let me sleep in. I can't wait to swim with dolphins!"

Felix rolls his eyes, joining Hyunjin as the two of them wave before heading off to their room. Chan starts getting all of your things together as the rest of you help, folding up the chairs and taking all your rubbish from the beach. You all say goodnight to each other as you part ways, you and Minho heading back to your room.

"I love it here," you say as soon as you close the sliding doors, locking them for the night and staring out at the view. "I never want to leave. It's like paradise."

"You know," Minho says, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms round your torso. "I was thinking, after you finish your degree next year, would you want to go travelling with me for a bit? By then I'll have a fair amount of money saved, so we could go wherever you want before you settle down to work."

"Really?" You ask, turning in his embrace to blink up at him. "You want to?"

"Of course. I've thought about it for a while. It would be fun, just the two of us, exploring."

You grin, kissing him on the lips. "I'd do anything and go anywhere as long as I'm with you, you know that, right?"

He chuckles, moving a strand of hair behind your ear. "And I you. Who would have thought friends with benefits could end up like this?"

You playfully hit his shoulder before pulling him into a hug, letting him wrap his arms around you.

"Who would have thought," you agree, sighing into his embrace and thanking the universe for letting your friends with benefits situation turn into the most beautiful love.

And friends with benefits, after a year, is fully complete. I hope you all enjoyed the epilogue, even though you had to wait forever for it. This story will always have a special place in my heart - it’s the reason so many of you read my fics and found my account. Thankyou always for the interactions on this series, love always 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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rotationalsymmetry · 9 months ago

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Some notes about polyamory for the ill-informed:

If someone wants one sided polyamory (they get to date multiple people/one other specific person AND you, you don't) that's bullshit and you should tell them to go fuck themselves.

Don't date a couple. If a couple wants you to be involved with both of them, that is bullshit and you should tell them to go fuck themselves. (You can make an exception for a couple who mostly date separately if you really want to, but generally it's best to date people one on one.)

Don't move to be with someone who would not move for you.

Don't move in with someone that you've known for less than a year or invite someone that you've known for less than a year to move in with you, especially if there's going to be some sort of "Dave is in a relationship with both Bob and Martin" thing and Martin is being asked to move in with Dave and Bob. Ditto if it's both Martin and his husband Luke. Regardless of genders that's not the point (acruallt this is usually a m-f couple dating an f, or a quad of two m-f couples, but again not the point.)

Don't have sex without a condom with someone who "doesn't like using condoms" unless you're monogamous and it's been a few months since either of you has fucked anyone else AND you really trust this person/have had a long time for this person to build trust with you.

Be skeptical about people who have a live-in partner/spouse/kids who insist that they are "non-hierarchical" or that if you dated them you would be treated equally to their live-in partner/spouse/parent of their children.

Don't make someone your top priority if you are not their top priority. (ie, if someone has a life partner and you don't, and you want to date them, have fun but don't make life partner style sacrifices for them. Don't pay to put them through college. Don't bail on friends to go on dates with them when going on dates with you is the dead bottom of their priority list. Don't let your career plans or education plans or life plans get disrupted over them. And if you can't keep yourself from treating them like a potential life partner? Stop seeing them.)

Wanting the same thing out of a relationship is key. Poly people should not date people who want monogamy. People who want a live in relationship should only date people who don't if they are ok with that particular relationship not going in that direction. People who are very cautious about STI risk should not date people who have very little caution (and aren't willing to adjust for a partner.) Etc.

Part of that is if you are in a monogamous relationship and one partner announces they now understand themselves to be polyamrous, usually that's going to end the relationship. Not because polyamorous people cheat or anything, but because most people want monogamy and when one person wants polyamory and one wants monogamy they don't want the same relationship.

Polyamory isn't cheating, but if someone is cheating and then says they want polyamory, most likely they are just trying to legitimize their cheating and are not able to offer healthy polyamory.

You can love someone and not be able to have a good relationship with them.

A relationship does not have to be for life to be a good relationship.

A relationship does not have to be a live-in relationship to be a good relationship.

If you want polyamory, start as you mean to continue. Don't get into a relationship and later open up, start relationships with the understanding that both people are free to date other people.

If you're polyamorous and want to date a monogamous person against recommendations, or someone who's curious and not sure whether it'll work for them long term or not, don't dial things back to "build a foundation". Act the way you want to keep acting so they get used to things the way they are going to be. A monogamous foundation does not work as a foundation for a polyamorous relationship. You need a polyamorous foundation.

Sex is nice and pleasure is good for you (unless you don't want sex in which case don't have it.)

#polyamory #polyamory advice #what can I say I've been on r/polyamory #and I found some dumpster fires #not so much what to do as what definitely not to do

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inariyazaki · 2 years ago

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Destined To Meet You.

1 - The Enchanted Forest | Where are we? - Paimon

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Groups POV :

"Wh-What the heck?!" Paimon yells, "Augh.." Lumine groans as she rubs her head, "Lumine, you okay?" Aether asks, "Yep, perfect fine." Lumine replies, "Woah.." Paimon says mesmerized, "What a beautiful forest!" Paimon exclaims, "Is this still.. Teyvat?" Aether asks, "Uhh no.. I don't think so." Tighnari replies uncertain while looking around, "But the flowers are very pretty." Tighnari adds to his sentence, "I agree! But, how did we get here?" Paimon asks, "I think it might be my fault.." Aether claims, "How so?" Xiao asks, "Well, I touched some plant type thing at the lake, it doesn't look like it was from Teyvat, so I wanted to examine it closer." Aether explains, Xiao says nothing but sighs, "So.. How do we get back to Teyvat?" Paimon asks, Lumine shrugs, "For me and Aether this is pretty normal. We travel to different universes, so I guess we can find out?" Lumine asks, "Right.. Well, let's walk, maybe we can find someone and ask some directions." Aether suggests, "Good idea! Let's goo!" Paimon says excitedly,

Your POV :

Your ears perked up to the sound of distinct voices and leaves rustling, you turn to the direction where the sound is. You quickly turn into your kitsune form and rush to where the sound is coming from, of course. As the responsibility of the leader, and the leader of the forest, you need to protect it. You saw two blonde haired people, with someone with ash white hair, however they were.. Floating? You sensed that someone was fully alerted of your presence. You prepared to change to your half human half kitsune form, possibly using your mask. "Let's goo!" You heard a high pitched voice said, they walked in the forest, but you decided to observe them for now.

"Uhh.. So far we just saw some foxes." Paimon says, "Do you think we'll find someone?" Paimon asks, "Don't give up yet, Paimon! I'm sure we'll find someone." Aether says trying to in courage her, Tighnari's ears flicked, "Something wrong, Tighnari?" Cyno asks, "If someone is there, please come out." Tighnari says glaring at his surroundings, he heard someone sigh, "You caught me." You say standing up, "Is there something you need?" You say crossing your arms glaring at the group, "Uh.. Uh! Well.. We just w-want to know how do we get out of here and.. Stuff." Paimon says nervously, "I suggest you don't go to that direction, unless your asking for death." You say walking in front of the group, "You know this forest well, don't you?" A stern voice said, "I do. I grew up here." You reply looking at them, "Uhm.. Why can't we continue going straight..?" Paimon asks nervously, "Do you want to have a life long battle?" You ask, Paimon shakes her head, you sigh, "Follow me." You say, "How do we know we can trust you?" Xiao asks, "Because I own this land." You say, "I wouldn't do anything to it, I wouldn't even hurt the people who step foot in this area." You say, "Wait wait, so you're basically a god?!" Paimon asks shocked, "A.. God? No no, don't misunderstand. I'm just a leader, I can be replaced." You explain, "Can.. Can you explain?" Paimon asks, "Can I first lead you guys to a safer place? There's a chance one of the kitsunes attack." You say, "Kitsunes?" Lumine asks, "I'll save the explaining for later. Follow me." You say as you walk to your camp.

Once you've all arrived, you went towards the fire, "Take a seat. Care for some tea?" You ask, "Oo me please!" Lumine says, "I'll take you up on that offers." Aether says, you nod, "Alright, before I explain, please introduce yourselves and tell me how you all got here. You all don't look like kitsunes.." You say, "Uh well, Paimon is Paimon!" She introduces herself, "I'm Lumine, this is my twin brother, Aether." She introduces herself and her brother, you nod as you give the twins their cup of teas. "Tighnari." He says, "My name is Cyno.", he introduces himself as well, "I don't care, call me anything you'd like." Wanderer says, "Don't tell me that. I need a specific name." You said, "I said I don't care. But if it's necessary, call me Wanderer." Wanderer says, "Adeptus Xiao, or call me Xiao." He says, "Great, nice to meet you all. I'm [name], an Umi Kitsune." You say sitting down, "Alright, any questions?" You ask, "Yes, me. Where are we?!" Paimon asks, "You're in the enchanted forest."You say, "Enchanted.. Forest?" Paimon asks confusingly, "Yes, an enchanted forest. I don't know why the creator named it that way, but they did. And it's something it should be heavily respected." You say, "Oh okay.. But if there's a creator how do you own this land?" Paimon asks, "The creator of this land died, and from what I heard, the last Umi Kitsune will have the responsibility of controlling this land. Well, the last Umi Kitsune from the Umi clan, as known as the Umi's who fight in battle. I got the responsibility of controlling this land, I tried it for myself and.. The foxes did listen to whatever I said, I tried it on a kitsune and it worked. It's like I'm their leader, though I didn't want it. It was just given to me by force." You say, "Oh [name].." Paimon says sorrowfully, "It's okay. Don't worry." You say trying to reassure Paimon, "How old are you?" Xiao asks, "That's a strange question. But I'm 2,000 years old." You say, "You're so young..?" Xiao says, "How do you already have this much responsibilities?" Xiao asks, "It's inevitable, honestly. I never asked for this but I was born in the Umi family, and I was a relative of the Umi leader." You explain, Xiao sighs and looks at you in pity, then suddenly, you feel to little arms wrap around you, you looked to the side with your eyes to see Paimon hugging you, "Wahh! [Name]! We'll help you in anyway possible, and for how long we can!" Paimon says, you slightly smile, "Thank you, Paimon." You say happy, you heard Paimon sniff and let go of you. "You know, Paimon.. I'm just a stranger and you already trust me, enough to help me?" You say, Paimon nods, "Thank you, I'm glad.." You say quietly, "I hope you don't mind me asking, but, can we know what happened to your backstory?" Tighnari asks, you take a deep breath, "To summarize it up, my parents died in war when I died, then my brother died in war as well, then, when my brother died, my cousin invited me in a meeting or some sort, and I met other leaders of other kitsune clans. Then, she offered me to become a leader, of course, I accepted, because I could only trust myself. Then.. They had a plan, because there's a killer roaming around this place, then I don't remember the others.. I remember blacking out and waking up to.. My cousins dead body, and the other kitsune leaders bodies. I don't know what happened, but, I think I'm heavily associated with it." You confess, "You're.. Heavily associated with it? How so?" Xiao asks, "When I woke up, I saw some scrolls, I read them and.. Well, here." You say as you summon the scrolls for the group to read, "This was my cousins scroll. The most important one." You say, the scroll says :

"This scroll acts like my final words to you, [name]. I know you don't want to know this, but, your power is extremely dangerous, it's something you unfortunately cannot control, even any amount of training, you can never master it. However, you can at least try, you can may find a way to control that power, because you have mastered multiple powers even I cannot. I believe in you, [name]. In any no way do I blame you for us dying, it is your power that did it. It was controlling your body, but it's not you. I love you so much, [name]. Thank you for accepting my offer of being the leader."

That is the end of the scroll. "Done reading?" You ask, Lumine and Aether nods, "So you.. Killed them.." Paimon says sorrowfully, "I think so. But I have no memory." You say, "Take the time to sink in the information. I'll go hunting for some food for the night." You say walking off.

Groups POV :

The group was silent, the only sound is water running, occasional rustling, and birds chirping. The water running came from Aether washing the cups you gave to the twins for some tea, "S-so! [Name's] really nice huh.." Paimon says awkwardly trying to brighten things up, "Sure.. Yeah." Tighnari says uncertain, "C'mon guys, [name] is really kind!" Lumine says, "Sure, but we don't know. [Name] has a power that can kill all of us." Xiao says, "Yeah, but it's not her. She says she has no memory of it!" Lumine says trying to make Xiao believe her, Xiao sighs, "Plus, she'll tell us in advanced. She said so herself." Lumine adds, "That is true. Xiao, give it a break. So far [name] has given us shelter, and a place to sleep in. Look, she even went out to get food for us." Aether says as he wipes his hands on a towel, "You don't have to lower your guard, I'm just saying be a little more chill with [name]." Aether adds to his sentence as he pats Xiao's shoulder, "Yeah! Let's trust her for now." Paimon says, "..Fine." Xiao says in defeat.

Your POV :

As you're running around trying to find some luck for meat, you stumble upon a kitsune, though, not a normal kitsune, an Umi Kitsune, you transform to your human-kitsune form, and the other kitsune gets alerted and runs away, you sigh "I guess there's still hope for us Umi's." You mumble, you heard a rustle, and there you saw another kitsune, but rather, a kitsune that kills other kitsunes, however, fortunately for you, Umi's are their great fears. And though they can change into a human form, you can do it. You charge at the kitsune, scythe at your hand preparing to stab. Then, the kitsune blocked your scythe causing you to charge back, yes, it was expected as you were in plain sight. So you ran towards it, slashing your blade left to right, as well as up and down. For you, it was easy to read it's attacking powers, so you killed it in an instant. You knelt down to cut it's body to pieces, yes, this may seem as cannibalism, but how are you supposed to eat? The birds aren't reachable, and the other animals you're supposed to be hunting is in the enemies territory, even other kitsunes kill each other in the same clan to survive.

"[Name]! You're back!" Paimon calls, "W-woah! You have blood all over you!" Paimon says, "Hm? Oh don't worry. It's not mine. I'll be right back, I'll cook the meat." You say, "How do you say the so casually.." Paimon says, "I wanna help!" Lumine says as she follows you, you only nod and look behind you, "[Name] can be pretty cold though." Paimon says, "Yeah, I guess that's normal for this world." Aether says as he sits down, "But you can't lie, [name] is really beautiful." Aether says, Tighnari chuckles, "I heavily agree with that." Tighnari agrees, "Yes! I want to pet her ears.. And when she led us to the camp her tail was swaying.. I wanted to hug it!" Paimon squeals, "If you wanted to pet it so badly why didn't you?" You say behind Paimon, "Wahhh! How did you get here?!" Paimon says frightened, "Simply because I'm done? Lumine says she'll handle everything." You explain, "If you want to touch my ears or tail you're free to do so." You say, "Really?!" Paimon says as her eyes light up, "Go ahead." You say as you tilt your head to her. Paimon didn't hesitate and rub your ears. "Look at this!" Lumine says behind you, "Ah, you're finished." you say looking behind you, "The meat looks good." You say, "Need a hand?" You ask, Lumine shakes her head and smiles, "Eat up everyone!" Lumine says as she raises the plate with meat, Lumine places down the plate and Aether places the plates and utensils, they all sat down and Lumine gave everyone each portion, "Not gonna eat [name]?" Lumine asks, you shake your head, "I'm not hungry.." You say quietly, "I'm just gonna go to the cliff side. You can just call my name and I'll be there." You say facing away, "How can you hear it?" Paimon asks, you point at your ears, Paimon made an "Ohh" Sound and nods.

Your POV :

The feeling your feeling is very familiar, scarily familiar. You couldn't explain it, happiness? Sadness? Frightened? No words can explain. You didn't want to feel it, though. You're scared, you're scared you'd get attached. But, you were slowly getting attached, you didn't want them to leave, but you know to yourself that they're leaving. That other part of you just didn't want to believe it. You look down and sigh, "I guess this feeling is inevitable." You mumble to yourself while your eyes were closed, you opened your eyes to see a fox, you smile, "Hey little one." You say scratching its ears. You look up, "I guess it's just best of luck to me." You say looking back to come back in the forest, while walking, you hear a scream. Your eyes widen to the familiarity, "Lumine?"

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alicepao13 · 1 year ago

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A lot of my thoughts about the second episode can be summed up in one phrase:

Why the hell wasn't that the first episode???

But I'll try to go a bit more in depth than that.

I'm sure we've had episodes with more action but this was a dynamic episode. Yeah, Charlie and Rex spent a lot of time being just the two of them again, yadda yadda. I can't keep talking about that after every single episode. In fact, since it's kinda the premise of the show, they could very well turn and call me stupid for assuming it would be centered on the rest of the characters as well. But I should also judge what was in the episode, not only what was missing.

Charlie character backstory in season 6? Okay, I'll take it. Daddy issues isn't something revolutionary (then again, you can't do anything remotely revolutionary in a cop show, much less a cop show that's comes from a previous show) but it's something. It's a character moment. Hopefully, it wasn't just that and we'll see Charlie's father.

The action scenes were nicely shot and very dynamically and made you feel like you were in the middle of the action. Yeah, they used a few too many dutch angles at times (they're not supposed to be used so liberally) but I can forgive that.

I don't have much of an issue with the plot as plot. The script was funny at times, some scenes were heartwarming, it was all pro-military bullshit of course, but it's a cop show and Charlie is a navy brat. I've seen 1,500 episodes of NCIS, I can cope. Even when the military-ish music started playing when Charlie was talking to the female perp (forgot her name and also don't have a better name for the genre of music). Props for them hinting that most vets fall through the cracks after they serve while they need help (this episode also aired 2-3 days after World Mental Health Day, and they did discuss a bit, or well, slightly brushed, the fact that soldiers come back after combat, often traumatized, to a world vastly different than how the military works, and they have trouble adjusting to the real world).

Sarah needing time off to buff up a resume that she makes clear she doesn't need? Do not want. Unless it's setting up some future storyline but it better not be her breakup with Charlie. I'll be honest, I'm on the fence about the lack of Charah. The way this show is being written, it could very well be nothing, so I'm not getting that worked up about it. But as a shipper I'd obviously have liked to have seen scenes with them by now. Especially considering how S5 started. I consider seasons 4 and 5 pretty much equal in quality, for different reasons (season 5 being a constant flat tone in terms of angst and stakes only to show "signs of life" in the end got some negative points for me), but season 6 is not starting off great for a variety of reasons which I will not list here, and I also reserve the right to watch a few more episodes to understand what the heck the new showrunner is doing (Names! I want names! I want to know who I'll be cursing this season. Why don't all shows just put a showrunner credit for fuck's sake?)

Things like getting a bunch of motorbikes, only to make a half assed scene, which wasn't bad but didn't offer much either, in which you also can't make your protagonist do the chase and subsequent stunts (unless you hate him), I don't understand. And let's not forget your other protagonist is a dog. And said dog in another scene is indicating that Charlie needs to be getting back on his own bike? Why would Rex care about that? Is he going to ride with Charlie?

Anyway, while this episode wasn't spectacular, it was on par with a lot of typical crime show episodes. Which is where I put the quality of the Hudson and Rex show overall. Yes, I do like the show and I do pay more attention to it than any other crime show I currently watch (never mind the strikes, I'm talking the last two years at least), but that doesn't mean I consider it revolutionary television. An actual 7/10 episode would be considered a good day for this show, in my opinion. If anyone feels differently, I'd love to talk about it with people who have watched at least a few more crime shows. Because if you don't have something else to compare it to, then you can't compare it to anything.

#hudson and rex #it should be noted that the owner of this account couldn't write a 300-word english review in junior high school to save her life lol #I have a love/hate relationship with how much I'm reviewing this show #anyway I like recognizing my own biases #so let me just say that I'd never drop it if they completely fuck up charah because that's not my primary reason for watching #and it's hard to fuck up charlie and rex's partnership (though they did try to make me mad in S5 with their strange screentime allocation)#(which may or may not have been due to situations beyond their control)#but they had managed to have a tenuous balance with charlie rex and the rest of the elements of the show and I don't see that in S6 #yet

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talesfromsiteredacted · 2 years ago

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The War On Soup

It's Friday, and Clef is not in love with the Site Cafeteria. My diagnosis? Too many lukewarm bowls of tomato soup. By extention, he's declared war on all broth based foods. He's mad as hell, he won't take it anymore, and... honestly I can't say I blame him. I hate tomato soup.

I'm directly behind Dr. Clef in line at the site cafeteria. I know a classic Clef tantrum has been brewing all week, it usually happens should O5 deny him permission to neutralize an anomaly. He makes it through the salad line with hardly a twitch of his third eye. Goes through the beverage section, selects coffee with way more sugar than I can stand, and... we're off to Danger Alley, aka the soup line. There it is, the first twitch.

"Steady, Boss. It's not worth the Keter Duty."

"There had better not be any tomato soup today." We trudge on, with little hope of finding actual taste in today's main offerings. While the food here is plentiful, about 85-95% is a special kind of institutional bland no hot sauce will fix. I tend to just avoid the issue altogether, but I ran late today with no time to pack lunch. Dr. Clef sees the familiar ladles and giant vats, and twitch number two happens, a double. Yeah... someone is about to have a bad time. Most likely me trying to talk my boss down.

"You don't have to eat here."

"I know, but... I kind of suck at lunch planning. And... with our funding you'd think they could have food that tastes like real food, not the fake as hell Hollywood advertising variants."

"True, but I doubt going on a rampage would convince them to hire Gordon Ramsey."

We get to the luckless worker behind the soup vats. He greets us, then recites the offerings of the day.

"We got cream of broccoli, chicken gumbo, potato cheddar bisque, 3 bean soup, chili, and..."

"Here it comes." Clef muttered.

"Garden tomato." Uh oh. Third twitch, and my boss is about to blow.

"You did not just say that. Again. Garden tomato? That gross reddish goo probably never even saw sunlight, never mind the garden. And serving it every 343 damned day is such cruel and unusual nourisment. It's gastrointestinal torture. And if the Geneva Conventions even applied to us I'd have whomever plans the menus up on war crimes, hell... I'd even volunteer for the firing squads myself." A medium crowd has gathered, and a few are even cheering him on.

"Damn straight, Doc!"

"Screw your soups!"

"Give us something other than soup!" A wise Agent would be calling in every MTF in house to prevent a riot. Anyone who ate here would understandably turn on the cafeteria staff. But... before I can even grab my radio, Clef leaps over the counter, chasing the poor D-Class forced into kitchen labor. There's a mob after him, but not trying to stop him... nope. They're destroying every damn potential stock and soup pot in the joint. I can hear the horrible chanting over all the clanging of metal...

"No! More! Soup!" "No! More! Soup!" "No! More! Soup!"

After five minutes, the chaos subsides. Every. Single. Stock. Pot... GONE. Every. Soup. Pot... Destroyed. But... surprisingly, no human injuries. Aside from Mabel's black eye, and Dr. Clef tore his favorite shirt, a blue based nightmare covered in yellow hibiscus and flamingos. No sign of most of the staff, they knew when to get gone at least even if they can't cook. I'm helping poor Mabel to her feet when Dr. Glass sneaks up on us.

"It was the soup again, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, I should have seen this coming. Granted, I hate tomato soup too. But violence against cookware is a bit extreme. That's it. Boss? You back in reality yet, or you gonna Hulk out again?"

"I'm good. Aside from being hungry, obviously."

"Great. You're coming with me, unless you'd rather face the wrath of Gears on an empty stomach. And from now on, I'm bringing you lunch." Shocked looks from both my superiors. "This is a matter of Site safety. If Clef goes off his rocker over cream of supposedly chicken next time, what happens if someone gets hurt? Nope, better to bring lunch for two than have that on my conscience. I am not flirting with him, nor am I trying to gain a promotion. I'm doing this to save lives, gents."

"Fair enough. As for the mess... I'll just tell the Counsel that Dr. Clef tried making French onion soup or something."

"They'll buy that, I am a lousy cook."

"Yeah, but that's one of the many reasons you put up with me."

"Rabbit, I like you. You see the truth before even we do. Your kitchen witchery is just a happy bonus, honestly. Although... any chance of some lasagna?"

"That'd take too long from scratch. But... I do have some penne with chicken and vodka sauce. There's enough for three, Dr. Glass, if you're interested?"

"Tempting, but... I have a lunch date. I just wanted to be sure there really were no casualties. Besides Clef's shirt."

"Oh. Well... enjoy your date, Doctor."

#scp foundation #tales from site redacted #agent rabbit #dr clef #no more soup

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fox-the-artist-fruit-canid · 2 years ago

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May i offer you a salamander?

Say hello to the eco of Four For the Price of One she as well as her other brothers is an mutated irken product of The Great Failure

She is a salamander or more likely a triton specificaly an gallipato.

Eco is a female,she is the youngest of the cuadruplets and also the shortest,shes calm and cheerful but at the same time very fearful,nervous and anxious,specially when shes alone.

This last detail is related to her strange loking eyes,her eyes look like that since eco is legaly blind do to an accident related with fire,so when shes alone or no one she trust is around she ussualy panics.

Still if she is blind she found a way to not end up crashing or bumpind things or people using her tail,antenae and hands to found her way.

She's a really passionate historian but despite not being able actually read her brothers found a way to help with that by using some kind of braile sistem in their sisters books and giving her a little robot to help by reading for her or just be her companion.

Has an inmense knowledge of different languages some even forgoten or way hard to learn speaking almost all of them fluently but shes still willing to learn

She loves her 4 brothers and learning useful things and triying not to be a bother for them,is her way of helping her bros as well a form of thanking,still if she would want to do more and be even more helpful but shes doing her best.

Changing of chanel remember when i said she get scared easily specially when alone? And when i speaked of her as an entity? Well...

You better not try to scare this poor sweet boyo unless you want being poisoned and lose an eye...

Since shes blind she donsen't now if she is in danger or not so as an defensive mecanism she puff out the venomous spines on her body to protect her self.

The venom is anesthetic and in some way paralizing but not mortal unless alergic

Also even if you didn't do it on purpose she will still puff her spines and cry out in fear thing that if she didn't accidentaly stab you,the anger of the other 3 brothers for making her cry will be your demise

Afther an defense puff she has to repair her sweater being kira who ussualy rapairs it for her since that sweater gives her comfort,as well the scarf that was a gift of their mother.

She adores when mis play his guitar or sings its so calming,beutiful and relaxing that makes her very happy and low her axiety.

She also loves honey the orange goo ferret-cat they have as a pet that also adores her back.

Is very good with smeets in fact being the only one apart from mis that tolerate them.

Fun fact she usually touchs slightly the face of people with both hands to identify them as well touching the person with her antenae slightly to mark them as friendly.

Still for some reason her touch its relaxing and calming making touching people easy for her and not be hit or pushed for invading the personal space of the person she want to recognize or identify.

#oc's #my art #iz oc #defective lotus au #eco the historian #iz au #four for the price of one au

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cardealersbrisbane · 2 years ago

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Maximising Your Return: Effective Strategies To Sell Your Car

A car is one of the most valuable assets you'll ever own. But it's also a cash cow and can be sold at any time, even if you need money for other purposes. The best way to maximise your return on a car is through sell car Brisbane as it is quick and at the right price.

In this post we'll cover how to evaluate your vehicle's value (and what to do with all those receipts), prepare it for sale (if needed), and select the most effective selling method for your situation (which may include eBay).

Assessing Your Car's Value

When you're ready to sell car Brisbane, it's important to evaluate its value. You may have bought the vehicle for a specific price and feel that it's worth that much now. But if the market has changed since then, especially if there are other factors at play in how much money you can get for your car .You may want to consider what else might be holding back its market value.

For example:

What condition does the car appear in? If there are scratches or dings on every surface of your new Mercedes-Benz E350 SUV, those could affect how much money someone would offer for it in comparison with another similar one without those flaws.

Does this particular model seem like an older model with lower demand because people aren't buying them anymore? Maybe there's something wrong with them (elevating engine noises), or maybe they just don't appeal as much .

These days because newer models offer better technology and performance features like GPS navigation systems or rear view cameras. So, consumers don't mind paying more money upfront instead saving up until later on when things go wrong again ,which means less profit potential overall.

Preparing Your Car for Sale

Clean the car. You'll want to clean your car before you sell or buying cars in Brisbane it, but this isn't the time for a deep-cleaning session. Remove any personal items from inside and out and make sure there's nothing strange hiding in any of the panels or undercarriage—like an old tire that has been sitting around for years without being removed.

If you have tools on hand, remove them as well; if not, at least make sure they're placed outside of your vehicle so potential buyers aren't tempted by their shiny metal surfaces (which could lead them into trouble).

Remove all stickers and decals (unless they're original). No one likes seeing stickers on their cars! They don't help sell cars either because they can be easily removed with just some Goo Gone or rubbing alcohol .

But unless those stickers are collector pieces worth hundreds of dollars apiece, then removing them will save you money on disposal fees since most insurance companies charge extra when selling used vehicles with personalised features such as custom paint jobs or rims added later after purchase

Choosing the Right Selling Method

Before you can start thinking about how to sell or buying cars in Brisbane, you have to think about the best way for doing it. A few things are important when choosing a selling method:

How much time do I have? This will affect what kind of vehicle model you choose, well as which method works best for your needs.

What price range am I looking at? It's important that whoever buys from me understands where my expectations lie .Doesn't expect me to drop my asking price just because they know someone who does have a lower one.

How many cars are available locally? If there aren't many options within driving distance or even further away (especially if they're expensive), then finding another location might be necessary—but only if it's worth it!

Conclusion

Selling your car can be a daunting task. We’ve gone through the process ourselves, so we understand how stressful and confusing it can be. But it doesn’t have to be this way! By following advice of expert, you will be able to sell car Brisbane your car in no time flat, get some extra cash on top of that.

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orange-coloredsky-archive · 1 year ago

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here's my thoughts. its long and rambling and probably wont make perfect sense.

some organic aspects:

synths get their skin from the goo. its shauns shitty human genetic material (how non-replicants get randomly generated skin tones & features like freckles/beauty marks/moles) mixed with the FEV & some sort of non-organic material that offers less effects from sunlight, usual gravitational wear & tear, radiation, and physical trauma. 3rd gen synths can visibly age it just takes like 3-4x the time it would take for a human and then it drops off pretty hard. so if youre a synth made to replicate someone's 30 year old sibling you will look 30 till youre like in your early 100s. then you'll start to take on visible characteristics of middle age, then by the time youre like 150 you look closer to 80. or something.

organs & bones depend on if youre expected to stay in the institute or not. to save on expenses & resources if youre expected to live out your life as an institute slave you arent really given first priority when it comes to shit (haha) like having a digestive system or reproductive organs. your bones are cheaper and likely carbon fiber or some shit as opposed to mixed synthetic-organic. your general physical stature is mass-produced depending on what job you'll be doing (see my little WIP story where faraday & shaun discuss what faraday used to do in the institute for how i envision how/why synths have specific designations). expected to push around heavy machinery or equipment? you'll likely have a shorter, bulkier build. need to fit into small spaces for repairs? you get the gist. synth spies/replicants are collaboratively designed by artists & scientists in the institute to best imitate the person theyre looking to replace & to give actually functioning systems, innards, and bones to convincingly look & act human. people aboveground tend to start asking questions if their buddy hasnt been seen going to take a piss in 7 days.

the brain is mostly organic matter, outside of the programmable chip. but that chip does a lot more than just temporarily shut things down or manage memory!!

some cybernetic aspects:

senses. especially sound and sight. synth eyes are very convincingly human but are actually more physically akin to cameras. for spy synths & coursers this actually becomes a direct data feed to the institute from their chip. same thing for sound. ive stated in the past that recall codes are sound-activated so its crucial that the mechanisms for sound are institute-installed and not just allowed to form randomly through FEV like facial features. these functions can be either managed by a knowledgeable-enough synth or damaged in some way, resulting in either hypersensitivity or deafness and blindness.

the brain chip also handles things like reflexes & balance, two things that synths tend to be much better at than the average human. you wouldn't believe how many synth accusations are leveled against athletes in the commonwealth like how steroid usage is in real life.

the heart itself. another thing that people often would use as an attack on a supposed synth is checking the sound of one's heartbeat... or killing & dissecting them to see their heart. synth hearts are completely mechanical: organic cardiac tissue decays way too fast in comparison to the amount of time the rest of a synth's body can stay functioning. i havent thought too deeply on this one but i think its a very Important thing in my world (something something about yeah the material is different but all in all synths and humans have a mechanical pump in their body that responds to electrical signals so who give a shit)

not really related to any physical function of the body but synths, especially refugees/escapees, have a very tenuous relationship to time. there is no day/night cycle for synths either in their bodies (unless specifically programmed, which again, is an expensive and meticulous detail meant only for replicants) or that is visibly shown in the institute to mimic the rising & setting of the sun. add that to the fact that they physically do not change appearance without some dramatic, deliberate alterations and you get a recipe for someone who cant really wrap their head around linear time progression. synth time and human time is experientially different. again, this isnt super well thought out but comes up a few times in my stories as a Point of Thought.

do you know how gutted i was in like. ~2020 when i finally connected the dots that synths dont even have cool metal bones. no biomechanical organs. like there are born form a pussy human characters in the fallout series with more synthetic/technological qualities than the cyborg plot devices for 4. like synths are just normal humans with a computer chip. thats so sad to me. so i promptly ignored this fact and continued acting as though it was not the case.

#4 #txt #meta #long post

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spaceyflowerswriting · 3 years ago

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Imagine Y/n who’s a badass like UI Daniel? How would DG or Gun or Daniel react? 🥺🔫

lookism boys with a badass s/o

details: gender neutral reader but written in 2nd pov, reader has been dating character for a while

a/n: thank u for the request >:] this is a bit similar to the ask i got a while ago but with reader actually being conscious and being able to fight like they have UI 😭

dg / james

> appreciates a good fighter; he's just glad you can defend yourself

> as long as you don't go around causing trouble, he doesn't blink an eye at your insane fighting skills

> for your own convenience, he generally doesn't want you fighting much in the first place. he knows you'll be able to take care of yourself no problem, but it'd be a pain if you catch the eyes of certain people and they're able to link you and 1st generation legend james lee together 😭 (it's why he doesn't do much fighting himself these days unless absolutely necessary)

> also doesn't want other certain people (read: gun.) around him to know how much of a capable fighter you are,, you might be used as a chess piece for something or dragged into things if said certain people find out ;;

> still, he doesn't really mind if you fight. if you come back from a fight with a few injuries, he'll tease you while patching you up with, "i thought you were an untouchable fighter, what happened?~"

> concerning the previous request i got about james's s/o getting kidnapped... in this scenario, if you get kidnapped and your kidnappers contact james to tell him, "we have your partner trapped with us--" he's going to say, "nah, you're trapped with them," and hang up the phone <3

> if you ask to fight with him, he'll accept out of amusement

> actually i don't think he would mind occasional play fighting at all but keep the environmental damage to a minimum please 😭

gun

> your fighting skills are one of the first things that made him feel attracted to you ^_^

> he's relieved he never has to worry about you if you ever get in danger because you're one of the best fighters he knows

> loves loves loves taking you around with him and beating people up (if needed by his job; he's not just beating up strangers with you lmao). i mean if you don't want to he doesn't really force you but he'll be ecstatic if you agree <3

> "goo's just a coworker, you're my actual partner. in a romantic and work way." <- what he thinks if you like fighting alongside him

> speaking of that, while he loves fighting alongside you, he also loves just watching you fight. your fighting style is ruthless, it's majestic, it's art to gun 💖

> says yes immediately if you ask to spar with him

> quietly and humbly boasts about you, if that makes sense

> if appropriately suited, he talks to charles about you and offers you a position within his work. might as well put your skills to use, right?

daniel

> beyond impressed with you; "woah!! i can fight like that, too!! but... only when i'm unconscious T_T"

> asks about how you got so strong and vaguely wonders if you're in a situation like him

> knows he doesn't have to worry about you if you get in a fight but he can't help it as a caring person; cue the looping of "oh no my partner's in trouble!!" and then seeing you send someone across the room with a punch and going, "oh. right"

> also knows his friends are very capable of defending themselves but he still asks you to look out for them if you can

> he's happy he has you and his friends to depend on though :] even if he doesn't want you guys to be in danger ;;

> if you want to practice fighting with him, he accepts with a nervous smile but he probably won't say yes the first time you ask because 1. he's lowkey scared of your fighting skills and 2. he'll probably be the one getting hurt but he's still worried about hurting you. either way, he'd love to see if he can learn something from you!

> curious about what would happen if you fought his UI state but at the same time he doesn't want to find out and hopes he never will 😭

> if you follow daniel along the canon story and meet gun, the guy'll offer you to become his successor the way he's asked daniel before. daniel swoons a little when you reject gun's offer <3 (and if you do accept... why? 😭💔)

#james lee x reader #dg lookism #gun park x reader #daniel park x reader #james lee #gun park #daniel park #lookism x reader #requests #sorry im like. making gun such a simp for reader who can fight LOL

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talentforlying · 10 months ago

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' yeah? that'd be a first. ' sort of funny, seeing the fancy costume get-up smack dab in the middle of boke alley by a dingy dive bar. not that the weird goo everywhere is particularly out of place for a superhero sort, it's just ... his kind of weird goo, innit? that makes it different, somehow. ' fuck is a castiel? sounds like a brand of bog roll. '

not really police doesn't get his hands down; in fact, it nets a dubious glance at the uniform, with raised eyebrow to boot. he KNOWS there's no point in getting up on his prize soapbox and waxing cynical about how any superhero is a cop the second they see fit to be, because who's going to tell them no — at least not to one's face, anyway — but that doesn't stop the message from scrawling all over his wary expression, either. the offer of a hand to lend, though, is too good to pass up at this stage in the investigation, and well worth dropping his guard over if genuinely meant. he scratches idly at his cheek, eyes narrowed, before buying in. ' you must save a mint on air fare. hhh ... could do, why not? does me 'eart good to have a witness to some of this bollocks fer a change. '

the review on her scouse is a hard grimace over his shoulder as he crouches down in the mouth of the alley, swiping two fingers through the tarry gelatinized mess that streaks the cobble and rubbing them together experimentally. ' eh, fair — nothin' wrong with a bit'o pride in yer work. 'least until the alien demons come along. ' ah, the rumor mill: no more reliable source for both useful information and complete-'n'-utter bullshit. still, she seems to have twigged that he's on the right side of things, here, so he plays nice, opting to wiggle his goo-coated fingers at @danversiism instead of flicking.

' yer lookin' at it. before 'e splattered off, oul' bitumen 'ere said that a nasty bugger named GHANT has been active 'round these parts; old mate of mine, mad as a hatter, too many mouths where mouths en't s'posed to be. last i ran into 'im, he was runnin' a cult of sorts that was pickin' up desperate stragglers off the street — wouldn't be surprised if he's graduated to scoping out young idealists from the local haunts to refill the ranks, seein' as most've the last batch caught on fire. '

he rises with an alarming creak of joints; the moving fingers circle round to point further down the alleyway. ' near as i figure, we keep at it the way that bit was headed, we'll find our next clue. unless you've got some fancy bit'o tracking kit tucked away on ye to save time? not exactly familiar with your SHTICK, sorry luv — wossit anyway, captain miracle? meteor? marmite? '

❛ believe it or not, i meant it as a compliment. ❜ she says, red boots touching the asphalt a few feet away from @talentforlying as if she's trying to decipher what the hell happened here. ❛ bet people call you a Castiel cosplayer all the time, huh ? ❜

Carol turns to look at him, a HINT of amusement on her features as he speaks. it's like he thinks she's here to reprimand him or something. ❛ a tad paranoid, aren't we ? relax. if you did or didn't do something, i'm not aware of it. besides, i am not really the police, so . . . ❜ the blonde knows a thing or twenty about being blamed for anything & everything.

❛ i was simply flying by & whatever is going on here caught my attention, so i figured maybe i could lend ya a hand or something. ❜ granted, this isn't her area of EXPERTISE, & they say curiosity killed the cat, but she's killing time. besides, weirder shit happens every day, right ?

❛ if it were space shite . . . ❜ there she goes, trying to mimic his accent. clearly, she can be a pain in the ass as much as the next person. ❛ ━━ i'd already be on it, & we wouldn't be having this convo. anyway, we got a witness saying that you were seen leaving this OCCULT type of bar where a few girls have gone missing, so here i am with the obligatory questions. i think we can both agree saving them is a priority, so let's play nice. i am guessing you have a lead. ❜

#danversiism #( V. ) STEPS FROM THE SHADOWS. ( i. )#aaaa 100% okay to continue no worries!!!!#i love these two so far sdhjkds little shit hours are all hours. castiel cosplayer got me GOOD #sched.

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randynova · 3 years ago

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♡𝓜𝔂 𝓦𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷♡

𝓖𝓾𝓷 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐴𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝐺𝑢𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝐺𝑜𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒.

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𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔(𝑠):𝐹𝑒𝑚!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡(𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝)! 𝐺𝑢𝑛

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“Why couldn’t this have waited until another day?” Gun muttered, unbuttoning his shirt, letting it slide off his taut frame, and neatly folding it, placing it onto the roof of his car. He was glad he hadn't put his jacket on, having left it in his passenger seat. “I can’t dirty my clothes again, [Name] will be mad if I get blood on it.” He rolled his broad shoulders until they released a satisfying crack, his thick muscles bulging as he stretched his arms across his scarred chest. Gun peered at a nearby store, the digital clock displaying in big white numbers, ‘7:45 PM’. He groaned, his lips curling into a scowl whilst his arms fell to his side. He didn’t have enough time to deal with this.

“Hmm, and it’s almost time for our date. Fuck.” Gun whispered to himself. He clenched his fists, narrowing his eyes at the man across from him. He removed his shades and revealed his dark gaze, placing his favorite accessory to his side as well. “I’ll make this quick, Goo. I have more important places to be.”

Goo laughed, grinning in his spot as he balanced a pole in his hands. He rolled his eyes, arching a brow at his partner. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, Gun, maybe if you didn’t spend all your time by [Name]’s side, we could have dealt with this matter much earlier. That girl has you wrapped around her pretty little finger, huh?”

“Shut it,” Gun said, already racing towards the blonde and thrusting his fist, knuckles colliding with metal. Upon the cold sensation meeting his skin, he wanted to absolutely kill Goo and rip him to shreds. This would take longer than he wanted, wasting his already precious, short time. He backed off, having a considerable distance between the two, stretching his fingers a few times before clenching them again. He growled, spitting venomously, “You just like picking fights.”

“You did too. Before you met her, y’know,” Goo tutted, waving his finger in the air. He scoffed, voice low, “Who would’ve thought? Gun going soft for a girl. Psh, pathetic. Never thought I’d live to see the day...” The blonde trailed off, his face becoming stoic, his mind wandering. You truly had to be someone exceptional if you managed to have a guy like Gun to fall for you. He always wondered who you were, how you looked like, what you did, but Gun had kept you a secret from the world of crime. He hid almost every known trace abou you and tied every loose end that implicated you existed. No one knew who you were and no one could find you — unless Gun allowed them to.

Goo found it so irritating how he was unable to know the girl who made such a notorious gangster go soft.

He only met you once and that was by pure sheer luck; dropping by unexpectedly at one of Gun's apartments, only to be met with the sight of you. Seeing how Gun reacted, he knew you were supposed to be kept hush-hush. But boy, did he have a field day the next time he saw the man.

Goo had to meet you again. Or at least, know you more.

Only when Gun’s fist connected with Goo’s face did the man snap out of his thoughts, the impact of such force throwing him a few feet backwards. He dug his feet into the floor, a high-pitched screech coming from his shoes as the rubber burned against the pavement. With his sleeve, Goo wiped his cheek, seeing a speck of blood staining his clothes. Goo chuckled, standing up straight with a grin, “If I can remember right, you told me you got Eli Jang in trouble for basically the same thing. What was her name again? Heather?”

Goo blocked the upcoming attack, his pole raised and crossed above his face. He pushed Gun back with an effortless swing of the pole. He tilted his head and scratched the back of his head with his free hand. “How is [Name] any different from Heather? What does she have on you?”

Gun twisted his neck gently until he heard a crack, looking back at Goo as he hissed with venom, “Nothing.”

“Let me think, let me think….” Goo hummed, racking his mind for any possibility that someone like Gun would stay with a woman longer than one night. His face lit up and he broke out into a wide grin, pointing a finger at Gun. “Aha! You got the poor girl knocked up, right?! See, I always tell you to wear protection! Just couldn’t keep it in your pants, hm? Shaaame.”

“Ugh, fuck no. I don’t want kids and neither does she. We made that clear at the beginning," Gun said with a sneer, annoyed beyond comprehension at Goo's antics.

“Awe, I really thought she held something over you. How about this: I’ll stop fighting you if you tell me why you’re still with such a pretty girl like [Name]? Deal?" Goo offered, slinging the pole onto his shoulder. His eyes darkened as he spat maliciously, knowing each word would wind and rile Gun's emotions. "She deserves better than a perverted gangster, you both know that.”

Gun stayed silent, the corners of his lips tugging down into a frown. Goo’s last words struck a chord in him, sending a pang through his heart upon hearing an insecurity he’ll never admit to. Of course. Everyone told you to stay away from a man like Gun. People kept telling you you will only get hurt in the end, that a better man will come along and sweep you off your feet if you just waited, or you could always do better than him. But you never listened. You stayed by his side, even when the whole world looked down on you two. Even for months, he tried convincing himself he felt nothing for you, but after a while, he finally accepted that someone managed to tear down his walls and enter his hollow, cold heart — you.

You were just a different kind of girl - no- a different kind of woman. A special woman he had the pleasure of meeting. One he wouldn’t dare let go of now that he has the privilege of calling you ‘mine’. And by any god out there, he won’t be a stupid fool to lose you.

Gun sighed. “I tell you and you’ll put this stupid fight behind us, right?”

Goo placed a hand over his chest, replying shortly, “You have my word.~”

“[Name] is just that special person you meet once in your life. One you know you can’t let go of because there isn’t another like her. Simple as that.”

“What?! Ugh, don’t be boring! Tell me more!”

“You asked why I stayed with her and I told you.”

“Yeah, but I expected a story, not some sad attempt at an old man’s wise words.”

A low guttural sound rumbled in Gun’s throat, his eye twitching. “Maybe when I’m in a better mood I’ll tell you, but if you’ll excuse me, I have a date with my woman.”

Goo groaned and tossed his pole to the side, rolling his eyes and grumbling, "Fiiine, but you owe me a story. "

"Whatever—damnit," Gun looked at the clock once again and his face contorted into one of pure irate. "I'm late."

'8:12 PM'

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Your head rested on your hand, balancing a glass of wine between your fingers, twirling the cup as the liquid swished around. Your eyes were looking down on the glory of Gangdong, the shimmering, blinding lights of the city mesmerizing you. The city always looked beautiful at this time of night. You just wished you could enjoy it with the person you cherished. A sigh leaves your lips and you look away, eyes trailing to the other tables over the balcony.

The lingering eyes of many strange men didn't faze you anymore, the two burly boys surrounding your table always making them avert their gaze as fast as it landed. A courtesy of your boyfriend, who was at least thirteen minutes late, who insisted on you needing to be guarded at all times. You knew if he were here, no one would dare to even breathe in your direction, let alone glance.

The cool air pricked your skin and a shiver passed through your body, reminding you of where you were. For a man as smart as him, Gun tended to neglect keeping the season in mind when planning your dates. Nonetheless, you were happy he went out of his way to take you out on such a busy schedule.

You jumped in your seat, snapping out of your thoughts. A jacket was wrapped around your frame, warmth immediately enveloping you as the fabric made contact with your bare skin. You looked up and smiled.

Gun stood behind you, towering over your sitting form as he made sure you were nice and covered. His coat basically swallowed you whole. A small stuffed animal was tucked under his arm, it’s fluffy fur peeking out. He walked over to take his seat, pulling the chair out, and wasting no time to slip in. He waved to the guards and they nodded, beginning to clear the scene of people.

“Sorry I’m late, [Name],” Gun started, taking the stuffie out from underneath his arm and presenting it to you. Oh, how adorable. "I brought you a gift as an apology."

A small brown otter sat in his palms, barely taking up Gun's hands. It’s beady, plastic eyes looked straight at you, a little smile stitched onto its snout. A snort left you. The sight of such a well-dressed, intimidating man carrying such an adorable toy was amusing. "Really now? Just a cute toy, Gun?"

Gun sighed and sat up a bit from his chair, leaning over the table, and cupping your face as he planted a gentle kiss on your cheek. As quick as it started, Gun's lips left and he was seated once again. You pout. "Don't give me that look, [Name]. We can do more at home if you want but not here."

"It's not wrong to be disappointed in no kiss on the mouth after not seeing your boyfriend for such a long time. Don't you think I deserve it?"

Gun smirked, placing his shades on the table and taking your hand, intertwining your fingers together. He gave a light squeeze and you didn't miss a beat as you squeezed his coarse hand back. The way you pursed your lips and looked at him with such glossy, innocent eyes made his heart swell. With such a pretty, cute face, it was hard to say no to you. "Hmm, maybe. But Olly told me you crossed paths with Hostel A." Gun spoke, slipping his hands from yours and picking up his dinnerware, quickly cutting the savory meat into pieces. He didn't hesitate to put a piece up to your mouth, a hand underneath so as to not have the juice leak. "I was told you nearly broke the Uncles' bones and Big Daddy himself."

Your face scrunched up and you scoffed, shaking your head. You placed the stuffed animal to the side, petting it. "Figured those assholes wouldn’t tell you everything. The ‘uncles’ wouldn’t leave me alone and I thought Olly was another one of those bastards,” you snap, sitting back in your seat with a scowl. “How was I supposed to know he was trying to help when he dresses like that? I thought he was trying to assault me for God’s sake!”

Gun placed down his fork on his plate and his face twisted into one of fury, eyes turning cold and rigid as all the warmth disappeared whilst his lips curled back into a nasty frown. You almost thought his infamous scowl was directed towards you, but you knew better. You dear boyfriend wouldn't dare lay a single finger on you if it didn't bring you pleasure. "They what?"

You smiled softly, placing your hand over his as it clenched into a fist. With your small attempt at trying to soothe him by rubbing small circles, you spoke with a bit of hesitation, "Ah, yeah. They kept trying to get my number and wouldn't let me leave the booth I was in. I had no other choice than to use the training you taught me. Since I never met Olly, I really thought he was just another one of them and I reacted before thinking, making me attack him too."

Gun scoffed, shaking his head as he listened to your explanation with disbelief, every word fueling his rage of someone daring to hit on his woman. Every fiber in Gun's body screamed, wanting to feel their skin underneath his fists as he pounded them into oblivion. But the only thing stopping him was his date with you. For now, he'll put his anger aside to be with you and keep you happy. Who knows how long he'll be gone and when he'll see you again. The man has to make every second count.

Yet, he couldn’t let this go unpunished.

"Fuck." Gun leans closer to you and sits on the edge of his chair. Placing his hand over yours, he slips his fingers to grasp your palm, and lifts your hand to his lips, pressing tender kisses against your knuckles. His thumb grazing softly across your fingers and his eyes flutter shut. You couldn't help but stare in awe, never quite seeing him like this.

So careful with you, so gentle, you were surprised he wasn't seething in his seat and threatening to break their heads open. Gun opens his eyes and looks up at you, shaking in his seat. “I promise I’ll have those fuckers begging on their knees for your forgiveness. They should know better than to treat a woman with such rudeness and disrespect. Shit, I’ll go right now. I’ll beat them till-”

Your sweet laugh reaches his ears, cutting him off from his little speech. You lean in and pull in his hand to your lips, pressing a tender peck to his coarse knuckles. Gun felt his heart race and skip a beat at the sight, shock crossing his features. You look up, looking at your boyfriend with mirthful eyes. “As much fun as that sounds, I'd rather you stay here. Please? I want to spend as much time with you before you go back to work.”

The man stayed silent for a few seconds, taking in your words. He looked away, clicking his tongue before he broke out into a small smile, a blush blooming across his cheeks and the tip of his ears burning a bright red. “Of course, [Name]. Though, you could’ve just said you like spending time with me.”

Giggling, you lower your hands and shake your head. “Gun, of course I like spending time with you. You’re my favorite person and I love you after all.” Your voice said those three words with such fondness, it’s as if the man was in a dream.

If your words from before didn’t send Gun over the edge, your proclamation of love surely did now. He looked down, grinning like an idiot, showing a soft, bashful side he’s never revealed to anyone before. He swore his heart would jump out of his throat from how fast it was pounding against his ribcage. Gun grasped your hand tightly and sighed blissfully, Gently, he spoke, gazing at you with loving eyes, “I love you too.”

You smiled.

The tension in the air grew to be too much and both of you found it unbearable, wanting to do what both of you have been waiting for for weeks.

Both of you sat up and leaned over the table, closing the gap between you two as your lips interlocked, slipping together like if you were made for eachother. The kiss sparked and fed the fire both of you held in your hearts, burning brighter with every moment you spent at one another’s side. Gun couldn’t help but smile against your mouth.

As much as he hated being apart from you for so long, moments like these made the long hours worth it. If working so much meant he could provide for you, then he wouldn't mind doing it for the rest of his life if you had a roof over your head and a nice, warm meal at night.

Afterall, you were his woman.

And he loved you.

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mmmmalo · 3 years ago

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For anyone still under the impression that June Egbert is just a product of the Toblerone wishes with no particular relevance to Homestuck proper, here's an argument to the contrary: that June (or whatever you like to call her) was already here, woven into John's relationship with the idea of Dad.

Act 1 has a certain preoccupation with the ideal forms of things, John having multiple instances of saying X isn't a REAL X unless it has this or that characteristic. "A fire BELONGS in a fireplace, categorically." One of those outbursts touches upon masculinity, with John saying a gentleman without a monocle is a piss-poor excuse for such. Along such a paradigm, you might gather that something like John saying the beaglepuss sucks as a disguise or trying (and failing) to integrate Dad's pipe into the façade communicates that John is kind of grasping at this ideal of masculinity exemplified by Dad and getting frustrated that he can't seem to measure up to it (or that masculinity feels "fake" on him).

This sort of dynamic is more blatant with Dave, who talks openly about how he isn't a "hero", not really, measuring himself against the impossible standards set by his Bro. But as much was already implicit in Act 1.

Later it gets established that John has some kind of fear of heights: the first ogres appear after John experiences vertigo from almost falling off the stairs, and again after getting launched by the pogo hammer. (Just as Karkat suspected he was given a planet covered in his own blood as a form of harassment, Sburb placed John's house on that needle plateau because of this fear of heights; the game generally manifests adversaries in response to fear). The phobia becomes relevant to Dad stuff after the ogre fight is over, when John is hesitating to jump down into Dad's room: it isn't just that John's nervous about entering the room for the first time, the descent itself makes John anxious. Furthermore, this juxtaposition serves to establish that the fear of heights and anxieties around Dad are related somehow, if not outright synonymous. The two are associated again at the beginning of Act 5 Act 2, when dream!John tries to jump over a canyon to reach Dad, but awakens mid-leap. The formal reason John awakens is Vriska of course, but if we ignore her we're left with John approaching Dad and immediately experiencing vertigo. (The name "June" comes from Vriska contacting John shortly after this dream, incidentally)

This comes up again when John finds Dad's wallet and gets overwhelmed by the prospect of Manhood and the responsibilities it entails -- next thing you know John is flying around in Dad's car, having fun... and after the scene is interrupted by Seek the Highblood, we return to find John crashing the car (another fall from the sky!) and talking with Vriska about dread surrounding societal expectations, and the possibility of rejecting them to pursue something different for yourself. John came into the scene worried (if quietly) about the expectations surrounding manhood, so the Vriska conversation serves to makes those kind of concerns more vivid.

The car crash is itself kind of a metaphor for that conversation's trajectory... in Act 6 we see something analogous play out among the Dersites who have gotten into dapper-wear: one Dersite sits on a hat, panics about ruining it, and then begins to wonder if perhaps a crumpled hat could have a value of its own, aesthetically. (Dirk expresses this sort of counter-assessment more bombastically: "...the next best thing. By which you mean, the vastly superior thing.") Dad Crocker swoops in to condemn the crumpled hat, but the Dersite's tentative revaluation of an apparent failure mode is something the scene shares with Vriska, who initially regards her ambivalence towards murder as a symptom of personal failure, unbefitting her caste. John enters that conversation with a crumpled car, and from context we can guess John's revaluation concerns "failing" to be a man in the way Dad is, and how maybe that doesn't need to be considered a failure.

As laid out so far, I guess none of this quite necessitates trans-Egbert, since people can come at "anxiety and reservations at the prospect of embodying masculine ideals" from a number of angles... but there are other considerations which make me think wrestling with self-deprecating thoughts like "I'm a failed man" are maybe comorbid with a budding sense of being a girl, in Egbert's case.

Foremost, I think it helps to recognize that Dad's car can function as a symbol of John's body. To sketch a case for that:

1a. Death often means transformation: the trolls die in questcocoons to reach the godtiers, suggesting that death stands between the caterpillar and the butterfly, their too solid flesh dissolved into a goo.

1b. A command in Act 1 implores John to "retrieve arms from MAGIC CHEST". John complies twofold: we see some fake arms retrieved from the toy chest, held up by John's real arms which have been "retrieved" from John's ostensibly armless torso.

2. This dual usage of chest is deployed in part 3 of Openbound, in service of building a dysphoria metaphor (among other things). The segment reintroduces us to Fiduspawn, a game in which one creature hatches from another, a host creature, killing the host in the process (fans of the Alien films may recognize this as derivative of the "chestburster", fans of Homestuck may recognize this as analogous to godtiering). Damara (who Rufioh refers to as "doll") becomes the host plush, who is accused of locking away Rufioh's "happy thought" (Tinkerbull) in her "chest". Rufioh's beef with Damara serves to illustrate an adversarial relationship with one's own body, the ways in which the body itself seems to function as a barrier to some happiness. The carnal imprisonment of euphoria (the "happy thought") represents dysphoria. The conversation between Kanaya and Porrim which follows has analogous content and offers a potential resolution to such a conflict, with Kanaya coming to distinguish her body from the reproductive duties assigned to her body by her caste's place in society, and knowing that she is not "bound" to the Matriorb by any will but her own...

3. But the paradigm of Fiduspawn reminds us that the act of actually ripping the happy thought out of your chest has suicidal overtones, when taken literally. And Aradiabot notwithstanding, the inner ghosts the kids give up are often green: Dirkbot tears out his uranium heart and explodes, Rose peels pink bricks off the green core of an island and wonders aloud if her existence is a mistake, and (returning to our main topic!) John tries to retrieve the green package from Dad's car. The retrieval of the box comes to represents the birth of the self from its shell, the now broken body, a gesture which overlaps with the pursuit of death.

So we can infer that Dad is akin to Damara here, having locked the desired object (the box, the "happy thought") within a container that we can identify with John's own body. Thus Vriska's talk of perhaps rejecting her assigned role in society proceeds naturally from the wreckage of Dad's car: insofar as the car functions as an emblem of the masculine expectations imposed upon John, the car's wreckage suggests the possibility of liberation from those expectations, liberation from your own body. John is "sick to death of cake" -- cake is a Life symbol imposed by Dad, in visceral excess, accumulating as every birthday marches John towards Manhood. The possibility of living as a girl does not seem to have occurred to John yet, life and masculinity seem inextricable and absolute. The first time John sees Dad's car totaled (after Rose drops it), the symbol of self-as-corpse is surrounded by yellow bands of caution tape. The Authority Regulator who placed the tape will later declare himself to be THE LAW, and we should take his word for it: the scene's function is to declare that the crumpled car, the "dead" and therefore feminized body, is forbidden to John. No surprise then that as John marches to her death, in defiance of the Law's prohibition, she-whose-name-does-not-yet-suit-her is met with impressions of several maps that actually align with their territories: troll movies whose titles are their contents in full, a rocket encoded by the sound PCHOOOOO. John wants that for herself, I think. And as @lscholar once pointed out, it’s worth noting that John's pursuit of this unity (this pursuit of "death") is interrupted by Dave, who in saving John's life repeatedly emphasizes their status as "bros" -- masculinity being, again, inextricable from life within John’s symbol system.

...and that's the short of it. A more detailed account might get into the association of Vriska and other blue girls with the feminized corpse, or read into Equius self-consciously roleplaying as a cat girl between John’s joyride and crash, or perhaps try to apply this car-body framework to the appearances of Dad's car in the Epilogues. And I haven’t even touched upon clowns...but I'll call it here for now.

#homestuck commentary #john #i might do a follow up going into life metaphysics and how jade ties into things

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 4 years ago

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Meeting and Dating Kenickie Murdoch

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- You never really cared about social classes or what people chose to wear. In theory, you didn’t mind greasers; you’d actually been quite fond of them at your old school. You just didn’t like the greasers at Rydell.

- Your family moved houses during your senior year and since Rydell was much closer than the school you’d been going to for the past three years, your parents chose to enroll you there instead.

- Fast forward to your first day at school. Coincidentally, you ended up on the same bus as Patty Simcox, who enthusiastically took it upon herself to become your tour guide.

- The minute you stepped foot into the schools parking lot, her eyes zeroed in on a group of boys who were stood near the front of the school. You glanced over and asked if something was wrong. Her response was to warn you about “the T-Birds” and the other greaser/delinquent groups in the school.

- You stopped yourself from rolling your eyes and assured her you would, mainly to change the subject. You hadn’t really intended to avoid the kids, well, up until you got your first real look at them.

- Greasers started trouble at your old school, but it was always with people who either deserved it or were willing to fight back. This; you watched as the group of boys teased “Eugene”, wasn’t the same. You shook your head and made your way to your first period class, realizing that it was probably good to stay away from these delinquents.

- But alas, that would prove to be quite difficult. Kenickie was in; at least, one of your classes; he could have been in more considering you were sure he cut half of them that day. And he seemed to take a liking to you the moment he walked in; late, to class.

- You could feel him burning holes into the side of your head and when you finally glanced towards him, he gave you a small crooked grin. You rolled your eyes and turned away, intent on ignoring him for the rest of the period. He didn’t like that.

- Throughout the period, which was filled with first day “fun” activities, he became increasingly bothersome with his attempts to garner your attention. Tapping his fingers, tapping his foot, dropping a textbook “on accident”, making loud jokes. You accidentally chuckled at one of them and were immediately met with a grin and wink once you snuck a glance at him.

- The bell chimed and you picked up your things, making your way out of class quickly, hoping to leave him in the dust. You had no such luck as he seemed to be hot on your tail, matching your pace as he uttered his first words to you.

“Haven’t seen you around here.”

“Maybe you haven’t looked hard enough.”

“Believe me, I’d remember a face like yours.”

“Well maybe you should try and forget it.” You told him just as you entered your next class, leaving him standing in the doorway; a determined look plastered across his face. This wouldn’t be the end of it.

- For the next few months, Kenickie would do everything he could to get you to acknowledge him. Teasing, flirting, complimenting, peacocking, playing it cool; you name it.

- Going to hang out somewhere? He always just happens to be there, catching your eye as he enters the room. If you go to walk past him, he’ll block you with his legs, making you stop and speak to him; if only to say an exasperated excuse me, as you wait.

- Waiting outside for someone? Well so is he. Hey, it isn’t his fault that you’re stood in a popular place that his friends always meet at …but while you’re here, why doesn’t he buy you a coke or something?

- It’s not that you hated him. Sure, he annoyed you and could be a real jerk when he wanted to be but you didn’t hate him. A part of you even liked him and his attention, but you also knew that it probably wasn’t in your best interest to be interested in him.

- Ever since you came to the school, all you ever heard about was how him and his friends did this or how him and his friends did that. Watch out for Kenickie. Oh can you guess who Kenickie parked with last night. Some of it seemed exciting and he was certainly handsome, but he was also trouble and that was the last thing you needed, wasn’t it?

- Unfortunately for you, Kenickie wasn’t keen on giving up and your resolve was beginning to break. His flirtation took a less obnoxious turn, it even started sounding sweet and soon enough you had to admit that he’d wormed his way into your heart.

- It was after school one day, you were sat in the nearly empty courtyard, reading a book and enjoying the sun. After a while, you heard boots scraping slightly on the concrete behind you, the noise getting closer and closer until you heard your name. You immediately knew who it was.

“Kenickie?” You asked, turning to look at him.

- He locked eyes with you for a moment, looking as though he really wanted to say something before he glanced up. His eyes scanned over the five people who were sat in the courtyard around you, his teeth nibbling anxiously at his bottom lip.

“C’mon, I gotta talk to you.” He said, taking you by the arm and pulling you out of your seat, dragging you behind him as he walked to a totally deserted area behind the school.

- The two of you stopped short and you watched him as he turned towards you. He was acting …strangely. Was he sick? Was he on something? You were about to say something when he finally spoke.

“Y/n? You know how I’m always messin with ya?” He tugged at his collar, his eyes darting around, moving from the ground to your face and back to the ground again. “And how I- How I’ve, well, you know. How I’ve been messin with ya.

- Listening to him ramble, it took you a minute but you finally realized what was going on. The Kenickie Murdoch …was nervous.

- The thought flattered you more than anything. The tough greaser of your school was getting genuinely flustered and it was because of you.

- His eyes landed on you for a long moment, his words coming to a stop as he seemed to mull over what he should say. Finally, he looked to his feet and spoke, his voice so low that you almost didn’t hear what he said.

“Well, I like you and I wanted to know if you, maybe, liked me too.” He gazed into your eyes once he’d finished, an uncharacteristic vulnerability lingering inside his baby blues.

- You felt yourself begin to smile, butterflies fluttering inside your stomach as you tried to think of how to respond. Simple seemed like the way to go.

“Yeah,” You said softly, smiling up at him. “Yeah, I like you.”

- A big grin spread across his face, his nerves leaving him in an excited chuckle as he gripped your bicep and gave it a gentle push. Biting his lip as he smiled, his hand moved at his side as though he were banging it against something, before realizing he probably looked like a big goof.

“Great,” He cleared his throat. “Good. I’ll pick you up at seven.”

- Your first date was at the drive-in theater. You don’t know how hard it was for him to not make a move on you. If you ever noticed him suddenly stiffen, it was because he was willing himself not to reach down and touch your boob or lunge across his center console and kiss you until you couldn’t breathe. You’re a lady, he can’t do that! Bad Kenickie! Bad!

- Knowing his reputation, you chose to make him wait a little and anticipate your first kiss. So the two of you kissed for the first time on your fourth date. But believe me, he tried to smooch you before then.

- The two of you had gone to Frosty’s palace for a shake and after you were finished, he drove the two of you to “makeout point”. He tried to act innocent when you gave him a look but he wasn’t fooling anyone. You rolled your eyes as he drummed his fingers along the steering wheel, uttering out a “come on” and smiling as he dove to connect your lips.

- Well, now that you have him, you won’t be able to get rid of him anytime soon. Not that you want to.

- Pda? All the time baby. You’re his girl and he’s gotta show it …just no goo goo ga ga stuff. He’s got a tough greaser reputation to keep up, ya know?

- His arm is wrapped around your shoulders 90% of the time.

- He likes gripping your chin and tilting you into a kiss. That lovey dovey look in your eyes as your gazing up at him gets him every time.

- Sitting between his legs and leaning back against his chest. He’s a serial lounger so it’s either that or he’ll just drape himself across you.

- He uses a lot of nicknames with you. Most of them are used in a sarcastic tone, unless they’re generic or the two of you are alone.

- Playful threats, sarcasm, and snide remarks.

- He will nap on you, laying his head in your lap and crossing his arms over his chest. Hope you don't mind the grease too much.

- He’ll deny it until his very last breath, but he’s a snuggler and is definitely the one to initiate cuddles 90% of the time. He complains and practically pouts whenever you pull away from him.

- The two of you usually cuddle facing each other, your arms wrapped snug around each other and your legs tangled together. He can’t help but smile whenever you sleepily tell him he smells good; which he always does.

- He insists on walking you to class, not caring about when he manages to get to his own. He’s late everyday anyway.

- Sneaking out to go see him. There’s always a smile on his face as he watches you make your way outside, though he’ll; weakly, scold you if you do anything dangerous. You just tell him that he could always stop coming to see you. He never takes you up on that offer.

- Late night drives.

- Parking in dark areas.

- Desperate makeouts. He always trails after your lips every time you pull away, moaning your name like the two of you were doing a whole lot more than kissing.

- One word: insatiable. His hormones are racing. Testosterone is pumping through his body. His pelvis is leading the way wherever he goes. He can force himself to wait until you want to do something but boy is it hard when you look so good.

- The more heated things get, the sloppier his kisses become; though you’re usually too far gone to really care.

- “Sneaky butt grabs” and blatant grinding against you.

- He definitely air humps your backside and makes grabbing hands at your butt/chest when you aren’t facing him, pretending like he wasn't doing anything when you turn to look at him.

- Hickeys.

- Soft pushes when he makes wisecracks. He’ll knock shoulders with you and smirk or waggle his eyebrows, until you smile and roll your eyes.

- Anytime he does something; especially something big, he’ll ask what you think or look towards you for your reaction. He seeks your praise. Your opinion means a lot to him, even if he doesn’t outright say it.

- He probably got your name tattooed on him at some point. I wouldn't put it past the sucker.

- Not so deep down, he’s a softie and a pushover; especially for you. Try not to give him too much lip when he gets all goo goo eyed with you.

- As suave as he may seem. He hasn’t made it with all that many girls; at least not all the way. Sometimes, you’re gonna be genuinely shocked with some of the confessions that he makes to you because they all just make him seem so much more …cute.

- Momma’s boy. You think it’s sweet when you go over to his house and she dotes on him, usually prompting him to give an embarrassed “ma” with a mouthful of sandwich and/or reddening cheeks.

- He doesn't have a whole lot of spending money so; generally, the two of you go on fairly cheap dates, and usually go Dutch when buying things.

- Sock hops.

- Sharing and stealing food. If you can’t finish something and ask if he wants it, be prepared for him to grab it before you can even finish your sentence.

- He’s always got a beer for you if you’re into that sorta thing. He was probably the person to give you your first, amongst other firsts....

- Double; and more, dates with the couples in his gang.

- Your boyfriend is also Danny Zuko's boyfriend so expect to see the greaser a lot. He’s pretty fond of you and much sweeter than you anticipated.

- You’re only allowed to wear the jacket when it’s late at night and he catches you shivering; or when you’re completely alone. He won’t let any of the other guys see you wearing it, they can’t know that he’s gone soft.

- He’s not the best at comforting you but he’s pretty good at cheering you up and distracting you from what’s bothering you.

- Dangerous displays and daredevil antics. Whether he does them to impress or spook you is still up for debate.

- Harmless pranks, usually when you’re alone because he’d have to kick someone’s ass if they laughed you. He’s the only one allowed to tease you.

- He likes looking through your things. Your purse, your shelves, your locker; he’s a curious boy and his questions must be answered through scientific observation. He’s also looking for your compact mirror half the time so maybe just take your bag back and get it for him.

- Sometimes, a womans gotta stand her ground and you’ll have to every now and again to make sure he doesn't walk all over you. He loves you but he can also be a jerk so give him a little hell when he’s giving you trouble. He learns that you aren’t to be toyed with or disrespected pretty quickly, and to be honest, you putting him in his place kinda turns him on.

- You once went to see a movie with him and offhandedly mentioned that one of the actors was handsome. He spent the whole night criticizing the movie and glancing at you when the actor was on screen to see your reaction. He was also extra handsy and kept trying to make a move, which prompted you to shrug him off. He was genuinely offended that you’d rather watch the guy then fool around with him.

- He can; obviously, be quite the jealous man. The only problem is that when he’s jealous, he usually tries to make you jealous too; especially if you’re fighting. It usually culminates in him failing to keep himself under control, finally just snapping and trying to beat the other guy bloody which is pretty much how all of his bouts of jealousy turn out.

- He’s protective as all hell in all meanings of the word. He doesn’t want you getting hurt feelings, a hurt body, sick; nothing. He always jumps to your defense, immediately telling people to shut up if they even try to insult or hint at something unsatisfactory about you. Believe me, anybody who messes with you is cruisin’ for a bruisin’.

- The two of you probably argue quite a bit but you don’t always have full blown fights. He’s usually a pretty blunt and sarcastic boy and doesn’t mince his words very often; especially when he’s angry, so things can get pretty heated whenever you do have a fight.

- If you storm out on him, he’ll follow, even if he knows you’re about ready to kill him. He’ll take all the abuse you want to throw at him but you’re going to settle and square it right then and there, dammit!

- If you don’t wind up resolving things immediately after, then he’ll linger where he knows you’ll pass, hoping you’ll come up to him and forget everything that happened. He’s shy when apologizing but he does give you one when he’s in the wrong.

- He shyly mumbles out a “love you” after you say it, especially when it’s in front of the guys. He’ll knock their blocks off if they even so much as smile at his expense.

- He proposes to you straight out of highschool. Some may call him crazy but he knows that you’re the one and he’s ready to spend the rest of his life with you.

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