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jaedreaminn · 3 years

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I'll wait for you to like me

Pairings: Mark x Reader «past» Jeno x reader.

Characters: Mark, Jeno, Donghyuck (Haechan), Ten «hinted» Jisung, Chenle, Jaemin.

Theme: fluff, confusion, angst(but not really), open ending, happy, playful.

Word count: 1.6k

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Mark knew he was the wallflower among his brothers. While his brothers played with people's hearts he studied. While his brothers fooled around he worked hard. While his brothers stole people's hearts to only break them he broke hearts through rejections.

He never messed around, always had good grades and his only friend was his half brother Donghyuck but not by choice, the youger just latched himself onto Mark the first time Mark spoke.

Mark liked his reputation of the heartless and cold brother. He liked being the most mysterious among his brothers. He liked keeping to himself. He liked his personal space. He looed music. He like how he was very sure of what he liked. And he knew for sure that he liked you.

But you liked Jeno....

So he kept his distance and watched from the side lines. He watched how Jeno tried to gain your trust and felt a pang in his heart when you trusted the boy. He watched how you agreed to dating Jeno and he watched how you slowly fell in love with his brother. His gut twisting in longing and jealousy.

He watched sadly the day Jeno broke your heart. And never in his life did he want to punch someone so bad, let alone the person he wanted to punch being his own brother but yet he didn't because he watched how Jeno loved you back but the moment things got a bit to real for his liking he spiralled and hurt you in the process.

He watched how Jeno would look at you so fondly and after you broke up he would secretly stare at you longingly when no one was watching. How he would constantly deny his feelings for you because his friends thought that it was uncool. How he said awful things about you to his awful friends that led him astray. He hated that he had to watch Jeno lose himself.

...

"You're the only other person here?" You had startled him one day as you leaned over his desk in the news room.

He blinked once to make sure he wasn't hallucinating before nodding, "Yes I run the school news paper"

You tilted you head to the side face scrunching cutely in confusion.

"I get the work done and quite perfectly at that so the school allows me to run it alone." Mark explained and felt lighthead when you smiled at him.

"Why are you here" he blurted out coldly before you could notice the change in his face from how much blood was travelling to it.

"Well I'm going to run the newspaper with you." You casually said. Cultural shock. That's what he went through that day.

And so before he knew it, it became a new norm to spend his afternoons with you in that small cramped up room with two desks and a printer.

And for once he wasn't just watching you, he was talking to you, laughing with you, working with you and getting into petty arguments with you which would just end with Mark being all red and flustered and you giggling away. And suddenly he knew he liked you even more. And maybe he wasn't the only one that knew that little fact. And that was a problem.

It happened on one of the monthly Sunday morning family breakfasts when Mr.Lee kept picking at Tens choice for the next step in the family business which included his lover so Ten, much to Mark's dismay changed the topic, "So Mark I heard you've been having fun at school these days?" His second eldest brother teased, wiggling his brows.

Mr. Lee's cocked an eyebrow at that piece of information but Mark simply hummed and got back to eating, enjoying his peace.

But when your brother's with Lee Donhyuck peace didn't come easy.

"Oh yes he has" the boy said and Mark looked at him confused, "He's been enjoying his time with y/n working for the school newspaper together"

Mark cursed in his head, side eyeing Jeno who seemed to freeze at your name expression cold.

"Yes it's nice to have company" Mark mumbled as the topic changed yet again to something about the trouble Haechans been causing.

...

Mark watched how Jeno distanced himself from him and how his brother who was usually sweet eye smiles and mischievous laughs was now curt nodds and cold eyes.

The one thing he knew he hated was fighting with his brothers. And even though him and Jeno weren't really fighting they weren't talking to eachother either.

His mood changed drastically, sullen at the change in attitude from his younger brother but he doubts anybody would have noticed.

That's why he was shocked when you placed a cup of boba milk tea on his desk saying "because you were sad and needed cheering up" before scrunching your nose cutely and adding "and because you're the only weirdo that doesn't like coffee"

And he looked at you in awe, mouth sliglty agape and you chuckled leaning down and closing it for him as he startled at the contact recalling behind a bit.

"So Markie boy what's got you so worried" you asked sitting yourself down on his desk as he flushed over the nickname.

"My brother" he said hesitantly and saw your face harden, he knew you knew of his relation to your ex but you guys never spoke about it.

"What happened" you still asked him, expression neutral.

"Just a little confusing times between us so there's a cold war going on" he said with a defeated sigh and your lips curved downwards.

"I've see how close you are to your brothers' and how much you care for them" you said and Mark was surprised you knew that, "Whatever it is it's going to pass. After all you guys are the infamous Lee brother's. A family of old money where the brothers dont hate eachother" you joked without knowing how true and rare that was and how much he cherished that fact. Especially since all his father wanted them to do was to get 'ambitious' and steal the buisness back from Ten.

So Mark had decided that very day to confront Jeno after school, waiting patiently at his brothers car.

"You're here to talk I'm guessing?" Jeno voice called out and Mark turned around to see him walking towards the car with a friend's Mark didn't recognise, a really tall boy with pink hair, a short one with orange hair and one Jenos height with blond hair and a blue fringe.

Jeno waved goodbye to the boys as he seperated ways from them and approached Mark.

"Who are they?" Mark couldn't help but ask.

"They're from the dance team." Jeno replied not looking at his brother at all.

"You've been avoiding me" Mark accused angry that the boy coildnt even look at him now and Jeno nodded, "You're right"

"Why" Mark asked with a frown.

"Well..."

"It's because of y/n isn't it?" Mark cut Jeno off, "If your uncomfortable with me working on the newspaper with y/n then I can-"

"Can what?" Jeno laughed catching Mark off guard, "Can quit? And then what let the newspaper die with you? I actually enjoy reading those." Jeno smiled at Mark who just stood there dumbfounded.

"Look I was being petty, I broke up with y/n ages ago. If you have feelings for y/n then go for it, I shouldn't hold you back" Jeno said with a sad smile.

"But don't you like..."

"I do. But I was dumb and now I'm too late so go shoot your shot" Jeno said with a pat on Marks back and smiled sadly as he watched his brother run off to meet you. Maybe he'll get over you if dating you makes his quite and overworking brother happy and atleast a little carefree.

"Y/N!" Mark called out as he ran towards you, starteling you.

"Go out with me" he blurted as soon as he was infront of you and your eyes widened but a frown made its way to your face soon after.

"Is this some joke?" You asked angrily and Mark seemed genuinely confused.

"Look I thought you were nice but now you're trying to pull the same stunt Jeno did?" You yelled and Mark looked taken back.

"W-what no. I would never!" he replied immediately.

"I want to believe that's true but it probably isn't" you said as your eyes slowly started to glisten. "Is this funny to you Mark?"

"What? No! No y/n I really like you, have liked you way before Jeno did I swear this isn't a game" he said quickly, holding onto your hand in hopes of conveying his sincerity. But it only made you more doubtful.

"Even if it was true Mark I d-dont want to like anyone again for a while" you said tone sad and Mark felt bad, maybe he didn't think this through.

"I'll wait then" it was your turn to look confused

"Then I'll wait for you to be ready to like someone again."

You sighed but the gesture seemed so sweet and from what you knew from the little time you spent with him in that small room daily was that Mark wasn't a good liar, "It may take a long while and I might not even end up liking you. You think you're okay with that?"

Mark eyes sparkled with something unreadable but it was definitely something good. He nodded his head, determined, "No matter how long and with how little hope I have, I'll wait for you to like me."

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Lee brother's- A mini series

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jeonqquk · 3 years

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racket | jjk

↳pairing: jungkook x reader ↳genre/tags: badmintonplayer!jungkook and badmintonplayer!reader, barely any badminton related stuff, rushed asf, accidental confession-?, they dont even kiss wtf ↳rating: everyone <3 ↳wc: 6k

Jeon Jungkook was capable of being the eighth wonder of the world. He may not have come into existence in the 1700s but his ability to do almost everything perfectly was bewildering. Whether it be eating an entire cake in the span of a half-hour or defeating even the coaches at badminton.

Everybody loved Jungkook, his sweet and caring nature paired with those godly features attracted everyone to him- in many ways. Unfortunately, you weren’t part of the everybody lot.

You hated Jungkook. Absolutely despised his abhorrent ass. So much so that if he were the last person alive, you’d even kill yourself just to stay away from him. But that was highly unlikely, so you weren’t going to kill yourself.

The hatred had just always been there, his competitive side seeming fucking atrocious to you. The feeling was mutual, though, so you didn’t feel as guilty as you would’ve if you just detested him while he behaved politely with you.

Jungkook was petty, even you knew that by now. His competitiveness always getting the better of him and turning him into someone with a completely different persona. Losing was not something he was used to. Maybe that’s why he had only a handful of friends, he would do anything to win. It could be a silly bet or even a tournament- Jungkook just had to win.

All the people he was friends with though, their relationship was beautiful. There were only 4 or 5 boys he actually got along with and their adoration for each other could be seen by anybody.

This wouldn’t have been a problem if you weren’t also as competitive as him. You’re technically in no position to say that Jungkook’s hatred towards losing was unhealthy because you hated it too. You thought it made you seem weak, incapable- and you supposed that it was the same reason as to why the youngest Jeon son hated losing as well but you never tried understanding him. Let alone let him speak for a minute if he was in a 10-foot-radius of you.

It was better this way, you thought. It was better to hate him than actually trying to befriend him and catching those unwanted feelings. Hating Jungkook was simpler, easier. Or so you thought for the 10 years of the two of you attending the same badminton academy. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, the two of you were in the same class at college as well. So you had to deal with his annoying self for the larger part of the day.

It was around a month before the annual badminton tournament of your state and obviously, you and Jungkook were taking part in it, more intent on defeating each other rather than the opposing teams. This wouldn’t work though, your coach had called the two of you after practice one day and had said “Listen, Jungkook, Y/n. I know that you’re both really good players and also hate each other.” he sighs, “I’m not asking you to befriend each other, no. I just want the two of you to get along for the tournament. For the sake of our school.” The coach makes a pleading face and you just nod, looking over at Jungkook to see his reaction. He hums and looks down.

After the coach has walked away, you look at Jungkook again, getting ready to tell him that this wasn’t really going to affect the way you behaved with him but he beats you to it, his voice reaching your ears as your lips stay parted midway.

“So, I guess...no more arguing?” Jungkook finally looks at you with a slightly questioning face and you’re left momentarily blank, his proposition seeming so out of character that you’re at a loss for words. This wasn’t expected out of Jungkook. What was expected was that he would just scoff before glaring at you for no reason and stalking away. Him asking you if you wanted to stop the childish arguments the two of you had was not expected.

It takes you a minute to comprehend that Jeon Jungkook was actually trying to put an end to those mini-wars of yours. Your reply is dumb “Uh- okay.” You’re still in a daze from what he said and it’s only when he snaps his fingers in front of your face that you immediately want to spit out a sassy remark but bite your tongue on it, not wanting to disregard Jungkook’s suggestion just after seconds of it having come out of those pink lips of his.

Not knowing what to do, you nod and turn around to get into the locker rooms before heading home. You’re oblivious to the fact that Jungkook almost called your name, wanting to talk to you more, he didn’t know why, but decided against it. You wouldn’t accept the offer anyway.

The walk back to your house is quiet, you’re humming a random tune and there aren’t many vehicles on the road, except for school buses dropping kids home. Unlocking the door, you step into your house and close it behind you before keeping your bag in your room and changing out of your clothes. After all that is done, you check the time and see that it’s 3:18 pm, you have around 2 hours before badminton coaching and suddenly feeling motivated, you heat up some leftover pizza and walk into your room to paint something.

You may not be good at art, you admitted that without any shame because there were a lot of other things you could perform flawlessly. Playing badminton, whining and being able to smell any fried food from miles away to name a few. But you didn’t want to do art because you’d get good at it or something, it was something you genuinely enjoyed and the comments from other people didn’t matter as long as you were satisfied with yourself. And that meant your circles not looking like amoeba.

You take out a drawing book that had been laying in the third drawer of your desk for months and dig up some paintbrushes and watercolour tubes you had left before sitting at your desk to finally start your work. You let your fingers guide you, not thinking much about what you were doing and what the outcome would be. Occasionally dusting your hands from the pizza crumbs, you were quite focused on your work.

30 minutes later, you’re leaning back in your chair and surveying your painting. Woah, it looks pretty-

Wait is that fucking Jungkook you see? “Huh?” your forehead is creased in perplexity, did you just paint a goddamn Jungkook? It looks like Jungkook, though...the bambi eyes and that tiny pout on his lips. How did you-

You were so confused right now. What were you thinking? Well, you obviously weren’t thinking.

Wow. Apparently, you had drawn Jungkook, your sworn enemy, without knowing. Not knowing what to do with the average portrait that didn’t do any justice to his actual features, you quickly clean up your stuff and keep it all back in its respective drawers.

It’s now 4 and you get out your books to get some homework done before leaving for coaching. Ugh. You’d have to see Jungkook there too. You wonder how he’ll behave with you, hopefully, he won’t come anywhere near you.

Sighing as you finish the assignments before stretching back in your chair, you get up to change into your sports clothes before grabbing your bag and water bottle, looking at yourself once in the mirror before walking out towards the pleasantly close by badminton academy you had grown way too accustomed to.

Upon reaching the building, you walk through the reception and smile at the elderly lady who sits there every day. You push the door that leads to the courts and walk on the side, greeting your friends that were warming up. You don’t see Jungkook anywhere right now so that’s a good sign and you bow slightly at your coach in respect although the many years of being taught by the man have obviously gotten the two of you very close. Your bag is kept near a bench in its usual place and you put on the shoes you could wear only on the badminton courts before picking a corner on the side of the court and begin stretching.

You’re walking to get your racquet when you see Jungkook jogging up to your coach, saying something to him with an apologetic look before getting a playful shove from sir as he nods towards the benches where Jungkook would most probably keep his stuff and do some quick exercises before joining the rest of you.

Said boy’s gaze meets yours and he smiles. You don’t reciprocate the gesture, scoffing and moving over to Jihye who’s already looking at you with a cheeky smile adorning her face. “What?” you question, not understanding why she was acting so weird “Don’t pretend you don’t know.” she gives you a playful shove to which you reply by tch-ing and rolling your eyes, done with her childish behaviour. “Seriously Jihye what th-”

“I saw Jungkook smile at you.”

The look on your face is an accurate representation of what you were thinking right now. So what? That smile was nothing, he was just acting upon what he had said earlier. “Yeah, so?” you reply boredly, watching as Jihye’s mouth open wide- wide enough for her to fit her entire fist inside.

“Yeah, so? Are you shitting me Y/n? Jeon Jungkook just smiled at you and you didn’t even do anything in response?” you’re still watching her blankly. Although you admit that it’s not her fault entirely, even you were shocked, very shocked when he first told you about the no-more-fighting pact.

“He just said that we shouldn’t argue now, because the coach at school said that it was going to be bad for our team. You know, in the tournament.” you simply shrug, trying not to make a big deal out of the fact and Jihye is about to reply before the coach is calling all of you for a shadow drill.

Shit.

You are given one side of a court and by some way or the other, Jungkook is opposite to you, his black pants sticking to those fleshy thighs so deliciously and hi-

What?

What is wrong with you? You’ve been thinking about Jungkook unconsciously- first drawing him and now this. Get a grip Y/n.

The whistle of your coach sounds throughout the entire room and your chain of thoughts is broken as your run towards the left side of the net from your position in the centre of the court before picking up one of the shuttles and running back to the centre, moving to the right side of the net now and doing the same as you continue the drill. Jungkook is swift, his feet are balanced and he still manages to look so graceful as he runs around his side of the court.

You’re finally done with all the corners of the court twice as you move to sit in the space between the two different courts as you pant. The two people who were waiting now go to your and Jungkook’s positions as they begin the shadows drill now. You’re surprised to see that Jungkook has opted to sit next to you, you with your bright pink skirt sticking to your skin in all its glory.

“Hi.” he smiles and turns towards you with his hand outstretched in front of your form. With a questioning look on your face, you shake his hand. How far was he planning on going when he said that the two of you wouldn’t be having those silly arguments anymore? To you, it meant that the pair of you would just stick to your own places and not interact with each other or do anything that would result in the bickering to resume.

“Hey..?” Jungkook retracts his hand, leaving yours in mid-air. “So you uh wanna like hang out..um..like somewhere?” This boy had been taking you by surprise too much lately, why would he randomly ask you to hang out?

Sure he had said that he didn’t want the two of you having those little fights anymore but this? This was unexpected- really fucking unexpected.

“Uh...so suddenly?” he slightly frowns “Why? Are you uncomfortable with it? That’s totally fine though!”

Jungkook was being too friendly, a little too friendly, you were confused and shocked at his tactics but tried not to show it on your face. “I mean, yeah, okay.” The words came tumbling out of your mouth before you could even realise it and his face was now bright. His smile so sweet, you feel a cavity forming and he nods. “Cool! After practice then..? He trails off, suddenly hesitant and you’re still dumbfounded by how quickly things had taken a turn, for the better you supposed.

Not even a day ago, the two of you were ready to claw the other’s eyes out and now, you were agreeing to go out with him. This is not a date though. Jungkook and you are just going out to bond as friends. Nothing more, nothing less. Nodding, you smile lightly, trying to reduce some of the awkwardness from your face as you suggest a cafe to meet up at.

Practice is over and you are walking out of the academy with Jihye chattering beside you. “Oh! I almost forgot, so about that Jungkook thing. I saw the two of you talking also.” she wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, or that’s what she thinks it looks like. Turning to face her, you sigh at her usual habit of sticking her nose into others’ business and tell her simply that he had just asked you to meet up at the cafe so you could just chill.

“Holy shit, it’s a date!” Jihye seems more excited about the meet-up, not date, her hands coming up to join in front of her chest as she looks at you in bewilderment. “Why are you so passive?” your friend is way too excited for something so normal but then again, this was you and Jungkook. The two of you could never go a day without insulting the other before. Now you were meeting up with the same guy at a cafe in another hour or so. When you tell Jihye this, she stops walking, putting her hand on the left side of her chest- where her heart was. Her dramatic behaviour was now normal now and you knew the reason for her overreaction.

Your love life was drier than the Sahara Desert in a fucking draught. You had been on just a handful of dates in your entire existence, only 5 or 6 of them ending up with you fucking the guy. The others had just been awkward, mainly because of your edgy self.

It wasn’t that big of a problem though, you were too occupied by your college work and badminton tournament preparations that anything else just seemed like a waste of time. For instance, instead of going out with some guy, you could stay home and binge-watch Stranger Things. There were a lot more practical things that could be done without the company of males.

The only reason you agreed to go out with Jungkook was that you wanted to see how it would end up. There was a very slim chance that your meeting would go very well but if Jungkook kept behaving as sweet as he was now, you wouldn’t even have a solid reason to be rude to the poor fellow. Nevertheless, you were not going to completely relax because one never knows.

“I’m coming over to pick out your outfit!” Jihye is excited, jumpy because this is new- you going out with someone of the opposite gender. And although it was completely normal for someone else, you just looked at your friend judgmentally, feigning annoyance and earning a light shove from her that has you stumbling on the sidewalk.

“‘Kay'” she squeals when you agree and invites herself to your house, saying that you should take a shower while she picks out your outfit. You trusted her though, Jihye’s fashion sense was really good and you knew for a fact that whatever she would pick out would be trendy.

Unlocking your house with the bronze key, you walk in and keep your bag in its place before walking to get a glass of water for Jihye and yourself. She accepts and plops down on your couch before you pull her up by the arm, a disgusted look on your face. “Go wash up first.” she pouts but heads into the bathroom near the hallway nonetheless to wash up. You shout to her from your room that you’re heading to shower and she shouts back an “Alright.” from downstairs as you open the door, heading in for a steamy shower.

40 minutes later, you’re getting out of your bathroom, content, to Jihye’s shrieking. Something along the lines of missing the date and you roll your eyes when you hear the last word. It was not a date for God’s sake!

You nonchalantly nod at no one in particular and apply your cream before heading out in a bathrobe. She’s sitting on your bed with some outfits placed on your bed. At first glance, they all look colour-coordinated with some accessories here and there but upon closer inspection, you see that every piece of clothing on your mattress was one of the shortest you had in every category.

“Do you want me to look like a slut?” you ask with your arms folding in front of your chest, and Jihye looks at you with wide eyes, offended that you even had the nerve to comment on her outfit-picking skills.

“No! These are all fine for a meet-up.” She uses finger quotes for the last word and you smile to yourself, “Uh, let me just stop you there. I don’t really know what people mean when they use this.” you make the finger quotes and she gasps “Did you just-” your shoulders raise and as the laughter dies down, you walk closer to the bed, mentally evaluating each outfit she had oh so carefully picked. They’re all really stylish, you gotta admit that but you’d never say it to her face. The one closest to the headboard consists of a full-sleeved plain white turtleneck that had a greyish-brown dress that reached your mid-thigh laid on top of it. It was something you could wear, maybe with some electric pink leggings. You see that Jihye, who is now rummaging in your collection of shoes, has also laid some black boots in front of the bed that matched the first dress.

Your gaze travels to the one on the middle one and you immediately furrow your eyebrows, already ruling the strapless crop top and ripped shorts out. Too much skin.

The one to the far left is also decided to not be inappropriate for the occasion as you didn’t think Jungkook would want to see you in a burgundy top with spaghetti straps. The jeans that had too many huge holes in them didn’t even look cool at this point. What were you thinking when you bought this.

Jihye comes out with some heels for one of the outfits “Why are you even putting so much effort into this? I can just wear a shirt and sweats.” She huffs out, unamused, as you giggle at her annoyed face. “Kidding. So, I really like this one.” you point at the dress and she smiles slyly “Showing off your long legs I see.” Punching her shoulder, you make some place to sit on the bed, glad that you shaved today. “Now, get out of my room. I need to change and apply make-up.” She nods and you watch her close the door behind her, getting up to lock it for extra safety measures.

Not like she was gonna barge in and catch you in your star printed underwear anyways. Changing into the turtle neck and then the dress, you look at yourself in the mirror and if it wasn’t your frizzy hair, you would even think you looked cute. You brush your hair and settle for a high ponytail. Putting on your shoes, you apply a little bit of make-up, not wanting to seem overly eager but the excessive amount of perfume may or may not give you away.

As you open the door and walk down to where Jihye has changed into some sweats she had kept in your house for times like these, she gasps upon seeing you, chip almost falling out her mouth and chews it before widening her eyes comically “Babe! You look so good.” you smile at her compliment, giving her a twirl as she gets up to probably to hug you before deciding against it, shaking her head.

“So, is my make-up looking fine?” she nods furiously and you pick up your purse that was on the dining chair before looking at the clock to see that you only have ten minutes before Jungkook arrives. You bid Jihye goodbye, not worried in the slightest bit about her being alone at your house.

As you’re walking, the cafe comes into view and you spot a familiar figure walking into the shop as well and you increase your speed to enter at the same time as Jungkook to make it seem as if you weren’t even slightly late. He doesn’t notice you even when you’re right behind him and walks to a table to sit down as you sit opposite him immediately, realising that he had walked to a two-people table in the corner of the shop.

His eyes widen and he stutters out in shock, “O-Oh, you’re here,” Nodding, you hide a smile and greet him back, trying not to get into an argument with him. It’s silent for a while, you think of anything to say to break the awkward atmosphere but just as you’re looking up from the ground to speak to Jungkook, his voice is filling your ears. “Do you want to order?” He waits and you simply nod, “Okay, I’ll come to get my coffee.”

Just as you’re getting up, Jungkook keeps his hand on you without warning, head shaking frantically. “No! I mean, I can get it for you.” Looking up in surprise, you’re unable to speak for a moment. Did Jeon Jungkook just say that he would buy you coffee?

You shake your head and snap out of your trance. Or at least you try to. “No, it’s alright. I can get it myself.” Jungkook rushes to quieten you again and looks like he won’t let you win, so you sigh and back down. “Fine.” He giggles and walks off to the counter while you take your phone out to kill time. Getting bored when you see that there are not any notifications, you switch the device off and look out of the window, watching as people get out of their cars for a pitstop at the cafe before driving away again.

“Here are the coffees.” You turn your head and see Jungkook setting two cups of coffee on the table before sitting himself. Looking at what he got you, you thank him for bringing the correct order and he just sends a light smile in your direction, rubs his hands together and picks up the cup with both hands. You almost coo, but hold yourself together. This was your enemy.

That reminds you, “So, why are you suddenly being so kind to me? It’s really weird to experience you treating me nicely.” You hadn’t meant for your tone to come off as accusing, but it does, and you have to watch Jungkook’s eyes flash with hurt for a second before shaking his head lightly. He places his cup back in the small saucer and his hands on either side of it.

“I knew you would ask me this.” egging him on with a raise of your eyebrows, you take a sip of your coffee “Remember how Coach said that we should stop arguing?” At your nod, he licks his lips and continues on with his explanation, “Well, I thought about it-” “You told me to stop arguing right after he left.” “I thought about it and I decided that we really shouldn’t be having these fights. Like, what’s the point? I’m not getting anything out of it. You’re not getting anything out of it.” He ignores your words and when you hear his, ask yourself why you hadn’t tried to put a stop to the childish arguments you had with Jungkook.

You don’t know why you ever fought back. Well, you did hate losing and Jungkook did everything to rile you up- so he was at fault too- but there was no specific reason as to why you hated Jungkook so much. “I don’t know, you were the one who started them. I don’t have a problem with becoming friends.”

Jungkook looks at you, looking as if he’s trying to figure something out, pouty lips looking kissable but you quickly brush those thoughts off. “So..” his hands come closer to yours and you’re shocked to feel your heart starting to beat faster, its pace picking up as Jungkook’s hand comes closer to yours. “..friends?” his pinky intertwines with yours and you feel your face turn red, the action igniting something in you.

Looking down at your fingers intertwined seems to be a big mistake as you gasp, the sight just overwhelming you. His hand fit in yours perfectly, and even if he meant it just as friends, you couldn’t help but imagine how it would be to be loved by Jungkook.

No! You two just started behaving normally around each other and you’re already thinking about loving him?

A voice in your head sounds as Jungkook retrieves his hand to pick up the call that had distracted you. You take your hand back and keep it in your lap, tingling sensations till lingering.

Jungkook looks at you apologetically for a second, and you reassure him that he could take the call but he tells whoever was on the other side of the line that he was busy, cutting the call after he told the person that he would call them back later.

“Sorry about that.” you barely catch his mumble and shake your head, “Don’t worry.” As you finish your coffee and make small talk with Jungkook about random things, you start growing more comfortable around him, cracking jokes and laughing at his lame ones. You’re discussing some things about the upcoming tournament when Jungkook suddenly leans in closer.

You move back out of shock and he stills, eyes suddenly going wide as his breathing halts. Your own starts getting heavy, his sudden action having caught you terribly off guard. After partially having gained your composure back, you see that Jungkook is still in the same position, “J-Jungkook?” He takes a moment to snap out of whatever trance he was put in and blinks once, twice before gasping loudly and jerking backwards. His back hits the chair and his mouth is still open in shock at what he did.

“S-Sorry..” he trails off, chewing his lip and your eyes follow the motion carefully before darting them back to his face quickly. He furrows his brows and starters ahead of you before shaking his head, murmuring something to himself. “You ok there?” you try to keep your voice soft, soothing as Jungkook shifts his gaze to you, wide eyes looking absolutely adorable.

You question him again, worried, “What wa-” “I like you.”

Silence.

You sputter, his words having caught you off guard and if Jungkook’s eyes could go any wider, they do, his hand instantly coming to slap over his face and he curses, “I-fuck.” You’re still shocked by his confession and your brain takes time to process what he said, the three simple words not registering in your mind until suddenly, Jungkook’s voice brings you back to the present.

“Y-Y/n?” He sounds hesitant, and your face must be an accurate representation of what you’re feeling right now because Jungkook begins speaking again, his eyes filled with worry as he tries to fix his mistake. “No. I mean, yes, I like you-” Your face portrays horror at his words again and he rushes to correct himself, hitting himself on the head once.

“You what?” Your voice is hushed for unknown reasons and Jungkook looks around, trying to calm himself down by breathing in and out and you use the time to do the same, the initial shock having worn off as you exhale loudly and take a bite out of the cookie from the small plate he had gotten.

“I like you, Y/n.” Jungkook’s tone is more serious this time, and you try maintaining a straight face, his words finally sinking and you choke on your saliva. “Like like me?” you question dumbly and he nods desperately, licking his lips and drumming his fingers on the table, a nervous habit of his.

“Oh,” Jeongguk tilts his head at your response and you muster the courage to ask him a question that had been lingering on your mind ever since he confessed. “Since..?”

He coughs loudly into his mouth, trying to hide the blush that creeps up his cheeks and looks at you with a suddenly brave gaze, “I’ve liked you for a long time, Y/n. The reason I started annoying was because I wanted you to notice me, not because I disliked you...And better confess now instead of regretting not doing anything before right?” Your mouth is left hanging at his confession now, the real reason for his pestering finally coming out into the light.

“Why would you annoy me, though? You could've just come up and talked to me, it would've been way easier for us.” At this, Jeongguk blushes, trying to cover his burning cheeks from you and cups his face in his hands. “I don’t know..you were really annoying, to be honest.”

“I was annoying- you asshole!” You lean over and hit his arm, much to his chagrin and he frowns before swatting your arm away. Silence falls over the two of you, but it's not the awkward kind, you just sit quietly, drowning yourself in thoughts about Jungkook.

“So…” Beside you, Jungkook shifts shyly and lowers his head when you look at him, the sight igniting something warm inside you. “Can I ask to ask you out?” His hair sits prettily atop his forehead, hands on his lap and his lips are scrunched into the cutest pout.

“Why don’t you ask me and find out?” You aim for a teasing tone, but miss by a mille, instead sounding breathless and at this, Jungkook smiles before leaning in closer. “Will you go on a date with me?”

Even though you knew he was going to ask you, the words still send tingles throughout your entire body, heart racing and you nod before you can even think.

It has you suddenly thinking about the drastic turn of events. The guy who was once (not even a few hours ago) your biggest enemy had just confessed to you and was asking you out. You’re thinking if it was a bad decision, but with Jungkook looking so innocent and just, like a child, it’s hard to think straight. Your heart beats erratically as Jungkook gives you one last soft smile before getting up and walking to pay, and you try chasing him and stopping him from paying for both your and his drinks but as much as you want to, you’re still stuck in place, everything that happened recently replaying in your head. He comes back in a few minutes and holds out his hand for you to take, and as you’re getting up with his help, your heart can’t help but flutter, the feeling of his warm hand encompassing yours turning you mushy like dough.

“Seriously?” You can’t help but scoff, and beside you Jungkook lets go of your hand to feign an offended face. “What! You said you liked Call of Duty!” Jungkook defends himself and you stare blankly at the venue of your first official date with Jeon Jungkook.

The baby pink blankets that adore his couch look inviting, so do the various snacks on the coffee table but still, this was your first date. You had really expected him to go all out and take you to dinner at a classy restaurant. And then maybe have ended with a drumline playing on a bridge. Ok, maybe that was too much.

This doesn’t mean that you’re disappointed, though. Nope. This- a date on Jungkook’s couch with Call of Duty and snacks- was perfectly fine. Great, even. You finally crack a smile, nudging his shoulder and muttering a ‘Just kidding.’ under your breath when his face turns sad.

You grab his arm and sit on the couch, patting the space beside you for him to occupy as you shuffle through the unhealthy packs of chips and nachos to find your favorite one. Jungkook grabs a drink and you shuffle under the soft blanket, curling up and look at Jungkook, trying to act cute as you prepare to embarrass yourself.

“Cuddle with me?” Jungkook almost spits his drink out, surging forward as his head turns towards your direction you’re positive he gets whiplash. “W-What-Did you..” Nodding, you try pouting but know for a fact that it looks more awkward than cute and huff out, “Just-” Jungkook nods suddenly, “Ok.” and gets under the covers. Your face heats up when you finally realise that you just asked The Jeon Jungkook™ to cuddle with you, and as he ever so slowly crawls towards you, your body turns stiff.

“I-Is this okay?” Jungkook hovers his hand over your waist and as you look at him with wide eyes, you nod lightly, indicating the green signal, his body heat not helping at all. Jungkook’s soft voice filters through your ears, and you swear you could listen to him forever. Even if he was making fun of your obsession with hard peaches. Yes.

“We can watch a movie if you want..and then play COD?” he suggests and you mumble out a “Sure” and watch as he picks up the remote to scroll through the various apps whose subscriptions he had.

He pauses at Netflix. “Can we watch Full House?” his voice is timid, and you turn to furrow your eyebrows at him, wondering why he would seem hesitant while asking that. Everyone loved Michelle.

“Why not?” At your words, Jungkook’s eyes light up and he smiles widely, turning towards the TV to play the show.

You rip open a packet of Cheetos and Jungkook tries (keyword: tries) to slyly wrap his arm around you from behind but doesn’t go unnoticed, and you move forward for him to easily slide his arm around you, not even bothering to look at his red face because there’s a really high chance that you’ll combust.

2 episodes into the new season, you turn to Jungkook and he notices, eyebrows raised as you gulp,

“I think I like you too.”

“That would’ve been really romantic if your Cheetos breath wasn’t hitting my face.”

epilogue

“Yesss, get it Kook!” Jungkook comes running up to you and you slap his arm in enthusiasm. He hugs you, tight, and your arms wrap around his body as well, congratulating him in his victory. His last hit had been a smash, one his opponent hadn’t been able to defend and the match had indeed with your school winning, the trophy yours for the third time in a row.

“We won.” The words coming out of Jungkook’s mouth urge you to hug him tighter, and you do, nodding although he probably can't see you. “We did.” Your boyfriend lets go of you to embrace his teammates and you laugh with all of them, and when your eyes meet Jungkook’s, realise that he may not be as bad as you first thought him to be.

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poletje-s-teboj · 3 years

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hey, this is a little update on season 3 of designated survivor:

after watching the first four episodes in may (which i was slightly dissappointed by), i brought myself to finish watching that season, probably nobody cares about this, but i have a lot of things to say:

first i wanna talk a bit about the storyline of s3: i was not a fan of it. for me, it seemed like they wanted to "recreate" or "replace" the conspiracy of s1 with this bio-weapon kind of storyline. i am just speaking of myself, somebody, whos not interested in biology, ig seemed unnecessary to be put into a political show. the true believers storyline was highly interesting and it was more "politics" related and it maybe got people to watch the show. (i hope you know what i mean) it was random and not understandable why hannah wells died. so many characters that appeared in the previous seasons were either killed or scripted off and why did they do this to her? after everything shes been through, after all of her friends she lost, she would have deserved a happy ending.

one thing that i was missing a lot were political actions, negotiations etc. compared to the first two seasons. i feel like they focused a lot more on the private life of the characters like aaron, emily etc. which per se isnt bad, but it is just something i did not enjoy that much. emily went through so much in this season, which is obviously terrible, she deserves a lot better. since ever i was not a big fan of aaron and i will not be after this season. of course he deserves to be vice president, but the thing with emily and isabel ruined his character even more for me. isabel wasnt my favourite, but i honestly felt bad for her, because her boyfriend cheated on her.

tom kirkman. he is one of my favourite characters in the entire show, because he is a very rational, diplomatic and overall truly like and lovable character. compared to s1 and s2, s3 tom mutated more and more to a "real" politician. he lost his temper at least once in each episode. s3 tom is not the tom we know. idk if i am allowed to say this, but they ruined his character. it kinda felt that he all he wanted is to be re-elected and he forgot everything he was working for in earlier years. if you dissagree, please let me know and it is absolutely fine to have a different opinion :) if i only had seen s3 tom, he would have not been in my top 3 designated survivor characters as i wrote, his personality was not it for me and i am not talking about his personaliy constantly changed in s3, we got to see some "old" tom content as well (for example at his first campaign in ep1 i think). it was just something that bothered me.

not to be all negative about it, i actually liked the soundtrack of s3. soundtracks are usually part of netflix shows that are good.

the election/campaign theme we got to see in the entire season was a good idea. political campaigns are something special to me, as i am not from the us, because its incredible how celebration and partylike they are, and it is interesting to watch as a non-american. but there was still a lack of "political" aspects of the election (the electoral college etc.) and we never got to see how many votes tom got. to be fair with everybody tom and aaron really deserved to be elected. (and we finally would have a vice president again!) it was really sweet when penny announced that tom was re-elected <3 on the other hand i would have loved to see more suspense around the election outcomes, like it is in reallife (and how it was at the 2020 election, even non-americans were consantly checking the news) and i missed this part of a presidential election in a political show as his re-election and campaigning was the overall topic of the third season, they missed election day.

episode 10, aka the last episode, was literally one of the most confusing and weirdest episodes in my opinion, maybe because i did not pay that much attention as this season kinda bored me. it is not the best idea to talk that much about it, since not a lot of storylines kept sticking to my mind. the ending was like an open book to me, i still have a lot of questions about what happened: what happened to lorraine, myles, (i think his name was; the guy who worked for moss) emily and isabel? i feel like they wanted to put everything in the last moments of the episode, as the end felt kinda rushed and not put togetehr that well.

in one of my previous posts i said, that i am mad about the intro song change, which is till somehow am, but i got used to the new intro and now i like it tbh.

i dont know whether anybody in this small fandom is willed to read my entire post, i usually am a person who likes to share their opinion with others (on most topics). anyways feel free to share your opinion if you want to :D everything in this post is my own opinion, so its fine if you dissagree with me, everybody has different opinions, especially when it comes to things like tv shows, movies, music etc. i hope it's still valid that i am saying designated survivor is one of my fave shows <3 if somebody is reading this, i will be happy knowing it was worth it writing this long post :) <3

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bethchapelsbonnet · 3 years

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I Dont remember if it Was on you're Ways to Tell ILY Prompt list but might I suggest a "I Choose you" Hournite One shot?

I didn't see you interact with the original submission I answered, so I included it here

I Choose You

All of the fuss that Beth went through to try to compile each and every piece of evidence that someone may need in order to get Rick the heck out of that place was simply... Well - it was actually exhausting, but she never realized until she was at the end of her days.

The database was always excellent and as the official Dr. Mid-Nite, she had access to even more information.

Not what she truly needed - to be able to actually speak to Rick. To assess how he was doing. To at least hold his hand, which.. she was conflicted about that one in particular. She didn't understand why that idea kept coming to her when she and Rick never actually really touched each other that way.

Casually - pats on the back or holding each other back in a fight, but nothing so intimate as hand holding. Maybe it was her renewed self confidence. She had chosen herself. And now, she was choosing Rick.

They didn't allow any of them to see him. He was currently being held at a juvenile center, assigned a caseworker and a child advocate attorney, with an ongoing investigation about his uncle and his home life. But, Beth found out the names of everyone involved in his case and she was sending them documents, school reports, and everything that she could scrape up to prove that Rick was in a dangerous household and had been abused and mistreated.

It was her hope that they would all see it was self defense and go easy on him. Courtney and Pat had tried to explain to her that Eclipso was controlling him. It wasn't self defense. It was just a terrible mind game.

Not too long ago, they were pressing her to accept murdering a bad guy… but suddenly, when it's THIS bad guy… who didn't even DIE, they were willing to accept Rick turning himself in and being put away? "It's what Rick wanted, to be held accountable.."

"He didn't DO it! It was Eclipso!" Beth had snapped at Courtney. Courtney's eyes went wide and she got quiet. Of course she knew that and she didn't deserve Beth being rude with her, either, but Beth was too frustrated to tell herself that at the moment and Rick wasn't around…

She called him anyway, as she stormed out.

"Rick!" She took a deep breath, "You don't deserve to be held responsible for something that you didn't do wrong!" She noticed Courtney in the corner of her eye and whispered, "There's nothing you need to be held accountable for and I'm working on helping you get out. Just… I hope you aren't too hard on yourself." She hung up and looked at Courtney.

"I watched him run around, hallucinating, breaking down as he was attacked by something that we couldn't see… it was like with Yolanda, only someone did get hurt. I didn't want to have to see that again and it wasn't easy to let Rick confess, but what else could we do? What would you have done differently?"

Beth wanted to say that she wouldn't have let him out of her sight, that she would have talked to him until he was back down to Earth.. but as a firm believer in herself, some part of her knew that Courtney didn't have that type of power. Beth was the one who could stop Rick in his tracks and make him think for a moment.

"What about when you see a dead 10 year old girl? Would you have been able to use your head in that moment and stop him from reacting?"

Beth sniffled and wiped her face, "If I was here, I know that I could have fixed this. I know that I could have talked him down. He listens to me. It's different with us. And with Eclipso… it's personal now."

Rick heard about an "adorable but incredibly annoying" girl who spoonfed a lot of information to his case worker and his advocate. They didn't have to describe her. He did initially automatically think Courtney, since that was who saw him last on the outside and that's who annoyed him more than any girl he knew…

But when they spoke about legal documents, school incidents and cases and studies of similar cases.. He knew that they meant Beth. A lot of her findings needed to be double checked by the proper authorities and his advocate would need to speak with a judge, but it was looking like Rick may be entitled to psychological treatment from years of abuse that resulted in him finally lashing back.

He wanted to argue with that, but in a way.. that felt like some type of hope and he couldn't say there wasn't truth in it. Whatever Beth had done, he finally felt some peace of mind, since coming here…

The court order to grant him a placement took shorter than he thought, even though it still felt super long. The Chapels weren't foster parents, but thanks to some… creative documentation on Beth's part, they were able to be listed as family friends to whom custody could be signed over.

He would be trying for emancipation, but in the meantime, he had a place to sleep and eat and stuff… and Beth was there.

"How did you manage to pull this off?" Rick wondered, more confused than grateful, but she didn't take it to heart. She smiled and tapped her goggles. "Of course…" he stared at his bags on the floor. "Did you get the full story?"

"I got Courtney and Pat's side of it. You don't have to tell me, but in your own time, if you want to, you can." She handed him some mail, "I filled out your paperwork and sent it in. You've gotten at least one response."

"My paperwork?"

She winced, "I totally trespassed into your car and home, scanning everything and looking for something to help me. I traced punched in walls, I took an inventory of the alcohol in there, you name it. I also found the forms that you had for college and financial aid. I took them with me, but also wondered what they were doing there. So I checked on cell phone records and saw that Miss Woods-" she rolled her eyes when she said her name. (She wasn't fond of how cruelly that woman had treated Rick, and she didn't mind saying so), "Had been there. I figured she was the one who gave those to you, went to pay her a visit and questioned her until she told me about what happened earlier. She had seen your uncle and he was belligerent and drinking. I told her that I would speak to your advocate in order to see if that was usable information. It was. She made for a very dependable character reference."

Rick looked stunned. He didn't know what to say, but eventually landed on, "Why am I at your house and not at Pat's? I don't even know your parents and they probably aren't pleased about what happened."

"Well, I believe that I've managed to do quite the PR campaign for you when I was making my rounds to see if anybody had recollection of witnessing your uncle be unkind to you. A lot of people have been quiet about things that they should have spoken up about… myself included.." she lowered her head, "I noticed bruises on you sometimes at lunch when we weren't friends and I guessed that they weren't from some school fight, otherwise, the school would know." She looked up at him and her eyes were brimming with tears, "All of us made choices to mind our business and just leave you to fend for yourself. Everybody's been feeling pretty guilty that it came to… that.."

She cleared her throat, "There's enough going on at Courtney's house, and Yolanda's isn't an option. I couldn't let you wind up at the group home. Artemis is there. The last time you two saw each other, you almost killed one another. I thought my home was the best choice. It's safe, there's just me here. My parents believed me when I vouched for you, so they would be acting like wardens or anything, and I just… I feel better knowing that if something happens, I'll be there."

He sat down on the guest bed and twiddled his thumbs, "That's just it. If something happens, I… I no longer have the hourglass. I won't be able to protect you fully."

"I can protect myself," she said, sitting next to him. "Just wait until you hear my Eclipso story."

"Your what?"

"He attacked me the same time that he attacked you…" Rick looked terrified as he checked her over for damages. "It's a long story, but I'm fine. It went very differently for me than it did for you." She looked sad for a moment. I think he must've known."

He was confused. Beth looked him in the eyes through her goggles, "That we protect each other. That you fight for me and I fight for you. I felt so victorious when I was able to take my goggles back from me and solidify my place on the team… the. I found out he had gotten to my Rick…"

His heart jumped in his chest and he stared at her. He reached for her goggles but she shook her head and he withdrew his hands. "It wasn't anything to do with you."

"No, but had I been there…"

"Then you could have gotten hurt or had to see me become the very kind of monster that I hate!"

She furrowed her eyebrows and she grabbed his hand, harder than she meant to, but that demanded his attention and he stared at her face, "If I had been there, you would've had the extra strength you needed to see through him. I wouldn't have let you fight. Please believe me when I say that I'm sure I could have talked some sense into you. I could have saved you from thinking that you're a monster. Because you aren't a monster, Rick. You're a kid who was in a situation that most of us can't fathom, and when you needed me, I wasn't there." He started crying and shook his head. "I'll understand if you want to stay with Mr. Dugan instead…"

"No. No.."He had told Grundy that day that he just needed someone to care about him, to be kind to him, and he could be alright. Rick was so caught up in the stress of his uncle, he hadn't thought about how he did have someone like that. He had his friends, the Dugans, and he had Beth. She had done all of this, because she felt like she'd failed him. Like she was supposed to protect him. She wasn't obligated to do that, but the fact that she wanted to, that she tried to.

Hell, she was even correct about being able to talk him down. He didn't know if she could have that night, but as much as she meant to him… he couldn't rule out that what if. He collected her hand to his heart and said extremely softly, "I choose you."

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cozymochi · 3 years

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Hey, i just want to say you are one of the coolest people ever-seriously. I love your art, even if you dont think so yourself. So many people here enjoy the content you make. Fanom will always be pretty…. y'know. It's always okay to not engage with it. Just do things that make you happy; thats really all that matters in the end. (1/2)

I dunno if I’ll make it worse but not just answering this with “🥺🥺😭💕💕💕💕”, but I really feel like I should dive a bit deeper (not too deep, im not comfy enough for that), but dive just for a second.

I understand the intent behind this, I promise it’s really nice and I appreciate it.

But external validation online isn’t the problem I have. I’m aware other people outside myself like it. I didn’t say they didn’t. I’m aware enough. I’m not as extreme popularity levels where I’m actively spoken about or have influence to an obnoxious-name-dropping degree, but it’s a comfy enough spot I can recognize to some extent. I only know my bubble, though.

I just do not like my work. I feel like whenever I say anything close to that, people are quick to assure how much others like it- so that must mean something, and mean enough for me to take a second-thought if only for a minute.

My issues stem from personal stuff and enviromental things IRL outside of my control that have been building for years. But when I wanna (in theory) get away from thinking about that, or make a teeny tiny vent that doesn’t so much as scratch the surface, I come here. Which, yeah, it’s tumblr. No social media is a good spot to go. I don’t even care if people just scroll by them, nobody is obligated to say anything in my book. They’re not comfortable and look really bad- tho that comes with being emotionally charged.

However, this place reminds me how much (and this expands to IRL) how much I’m just not satisfied with my work. It doesn’t stem from a perceived lack of external validation.

I just don’t like it.

I don’t know why.

But just to curb this before anybody wants to try: I’m not looking for others to analyze or theorize “why” either, that’s not anybody’s place to do that (frankly i’d be insulted if anybody tried to). I probably won’t figure out “why” for a while. If not for a long time.

And sometimes, it feels like I’m not allowed to be dissatisfied with it. And if I don’t have a sufficient enough answer as to “why” it’s perceived as irrational and not warranted. And while I know it is at least the former in some capacity, I’m not given enough respect to just let me feel the way I do. This expands IRL with my other work, where I can’t even change my mind about something without being interrogated for it. I can take breaks all I want to (I do it a lot), but it wouldn’t really adjust my mindset.

But this has been an ongoing problem for years, and not a new thing. I just don’t actively bring it up much. I don’t bring up a ton of stuff here, cuz frankly, much of my personal life isn’t anybody’s business. I can’t even count how often I stop myself from hitting that post button to make two sentence remarks. I just bother somebody else with paragraphs. But sometimes it will leak out in these awkward posts that happen in spurts. So, to that end, all this would seemingly look “new” to everybody else and purely recent- when it isn’t.

I swear external validation isn’t the problem. I’m aware.

This will be more confusing. But, this whole “not liking my art and not finding it worth showing” isn’t even the problem either. This isn’t even what sets me off.

But, it is an issue that exists— but it’s at the bottom. It’s not something I “worry” about or fret over, so much as it’s just a very minor thing that’s present. This place mostly just reminds me of that bottom tier issue when this place is supposed to be, and I hate using this, “an escape” from all the other more damning and ongoing more serious issues that actually make me break down and lose my composure and want everything to stop.

It’s mostly just the equivalent of being beaten up in an ally, getting mugged, getting fired, ur pet dying, then when you’re trying to finally go home to unwind you trip and fall into a puddle and skid your knee.

I don’t lose composure from that. But it doesn’t help when u wanna get your mind off everything else.

P.S this wasn’t “saying the wrong thing” or inciting worse feelings!!! I don’t feel much, I just felt like I should clarify— tho I have enough sense to know my own response like this was likely presumptuous and unwarranted too. I dunno. Seemed like a decent springboard to jump from to talk a very vague concept.

P.P.S: my digs at fandom stuff was just me being salty and unrelated tacked on remark and not so much personal nor related to any of the above, i promise i dont care about the cringe

but thank u for calling me cool

i wish i did more to really warrant that, though. It’s hard to feel good about what others say when you yourself don’t feel it

#cozy ask #personal/

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bowtied-pasta · 3 years

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Soulmate marathon part 5

Your soulmate’s thoughts about you are written on your body

Character: Dark

You were one of the few.... you didnt know wether you should be proud of where you are now, or afraid of how quickly you were picked up by these people.

‘People’ was actually stretching it, if what they said was to be believed. You were living with monsters. Demons too, apparently. But as long as you lived under his roof, they wouldnt touch you.

The two men that had picked you up had led you to ‘speak’ with him, very briefly. The rules and expectations of being allowed to live while living here were very easy to follow. You would have no reason to break them, seeing as you were smart enough to comprehend the other options if you couldnt follow them.

Your room was nice enough, bare with the exceptions of a bed and closet. No extra clothes, you would have to figure something out tomorrow. The two men, who had told you to call them Brian and Tim, had told you that you should probably try to either get some rest or explore a bit. The place was big, so it would probably do you some good to figure out just where the fuck you were, housewise.

So after leaving a bracelet you had been wearing on your door knob, you ventured back to the front door that you had been ushered through earlier, hoping to find something new from your starting point.

You slowly walk down the stairs, not quite use to the spacing, taking your time and actually trying to remember where you came from so that you wouldnt have to ask for help from others. You didnt want any favors over your head this early.

Finding yourself wandering around aimlessly after a while, you began to wonder just how the fuck this place was set up if you hadnt found anybody else yet. Then again, you werent even sure you wanted to.

Speaking too soon, you see two men round the corner. These guys are killers? They look like they popped straight out of a videogame... then again, one of them did have grey skin. Were those red eyes you saw on both of them? Monsters then. Or perhaps this is your first run in with demons?

They see you before you can do anything to remove yourself from confrontation, seeing them both perk up and take an immediate interest in you.

“Oh, they didnt say when you would be here. Youre the new one, right? Whats your name?”

The smaller of the two speaks up, a yellow blonde with pointed ears, you noticed the albino next to him had much of the same. Pointed ears, red eyes.... they could be brothers for all you know.... is that rude to assume?

You jostle yourself out of your thoughts to give your name, offering a small smile but not much more. You didnt expect much in the friends department, but if they were this friendly, then maybe you could be. Eventually.

“Cool, cool. Well Im Ben and this is D-“

“Names Dark, but you can call me any time because your looks are killer, babe.”

Dark interupts Ben in the middle of his introduction. Did he just.... hit on you? With a killer pun? Seriously? What a nerd. Definetly not what you expected in a place full of what you knew were all killers to some degree.

“Um... call you, huh? Hate to be a heart breaker, but I dont have a phone and I most certainly dont have your number.”

His face loses its smirk, seemingly taken back by the fact that you didnt have a phone.

“Its possible that you’ll need one for missions, so one of us will take care of that for you now that we know. Were you trying to find something? This place is huge, so getting lost is pretty easy.”

You hesitate, not really wanting to be a bother, but they knew more about this place than you did. Couldnt hurt to take the help. But as you opened your mouth to tell them that you were just looking around, you paused. Should you really take help from these people.... I mean.... youre supposedly just like them, so its not like youre not expecting anything bad from them.

“Yeah, uh... was just looking around. Trying to figure the place out.”

You play with your sleeves, pushing them up when your nerves seem to make the room heat up a bit. Last thing you need is to look like a nervous wreck in front of these two.

They both glance down at your nervous movements, doing a double take as their eyes go wide. More specifically Dark is more shocked than Ben, only a questioning raise of the brow as he focuses on your arm.

“Whats that? Tattoo?”

Ben points at it, curiousity burning in his eyes making you glance at your arm. You know you dont have any tattoos there, and you understand why he would be confused if it was a tattoo. This... thats a soulmate bond.

‘They dont belong here’

You could see others, but they didnt matter much. Your soulmate didnt think you belonged here, which means it was one of the four or five youve already met, but you didnt want to focus on that right now.

“No. Its not. Thanks for the offer for help finding shit, but im obviously not meant to be here.”

And with that you turn on your heel, briskly making your way back to your room that you took an embarassingly long time to find, even with the bracelet you had left on the handle. Just as you go to close the door, Dark shoves it open and takes your arm to look at closer.

“Hey! Where the fuck did you come from? What do you want?”

You struggle to pull your arm out of his hold, wanting to hide your shame over what your soulmate seemed to think of you.

“Did you even read the others?”

His red hues gaze deep into yours, his stare freezing you as you realize that maybe you should glance over the others as well.

‘Kinda hot’

‘Must be crazy wicked to end up here, looking like that’

You brush over what you could see, your gaze flickering over all the different little first time opinions your soulmate thought of you. They were.... good. If you can call corny with a side of horny ‘good.’

“Heh... Why do you care what I think about these thoughts?”

His thumb brushes along your vein, featherlight tracing leaving you with goosebumps as his gaze softens.

“Because those thoughts are mine, soulmate.”

#dark link #soulmate au #soulmate marathon #creepypasta x reader

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happys-crazy-queen22 · 4 years

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Brother From Another

Gif credit @alfiessolomvns

Spoilers maybe???

Hope you all enjoy it.

Happy Reading Dollies.

"Oscar, please". Cesar was begging Oscar to help him with the profit$.

"You're not welcomed here. You're a disgrace to the Santos. You're no longer my brother". Oscar spoke harshly to his brother as you listened from the door way.

"What am I supposed to do? I have no where to go". Cesar cried.

"Figure it out. I dont care". Oscar said as he came back to the porch. You shook your head not agreeing with Oscar's choice even if you were his girlfriend. You didn't see how he could just throw his brother away.

"Cesar"? You called out as he went to walk off.

Oscar got in your way as you went to walk down the steps. "This is not your problem so stay out of it". He growled grabbing your arm, making you chuckle. Like he was the boss of you.

"Get out of my way now". You pushed him aside and captured Cesar in a hug. He cried into your shoulder.

"So what now? You going to rescue little ol' Cesar? He needs to learn that he should finish what he started".

"He's fifteen, Oscar. He doesn't need a gang leader he needs a brother. Get off your high horse and help him".

"No".

"Then I guess we're done here. Let's go Cesar". You wrapped your arm around Cesar and lead him to your house right across the road. You'd been living there since you were a kid, Oscar was you first and only love. That's why you couldn't see him doing this to Cesar.

"I dont want to cause any trouble for you, Y/N". Cesar frowned as he laid out a sheet over the couch.

"You're not Cesar. Oscar will come to his right mind".

"I'm talking about the Prophet$. They're after me and they'll use anybody I care about to get to me. I just dont want to see you get hurt. Then Spooky will kill me".

"Cesar, I'm a big girl I can take care of myself. Dont worry about your brother I can take care of him too". You said with a wink. Cesar laughed. You were like a mom to him after his and Oscar's mom died. Oscar took over as the dad and you took over as the mom. You practically moved in with them. Your parents didn't like it but you love Oscar and would do anything for him except kick his brother out of your life.

The next morning you got up and fixed breakfast, bacon, eggs and cinnamon rolls filled the air. Cesar didn't even bother putting on clothes like always as he came from the couch.

"Good morning, sleepy head. Did you sleep okay"? You asked putting a plate of food down in front of Cesar.

"Yeah, it was alright. Thanks".

"I'll fix up the spare room and you can take it".

"You dont have to do that. The couch is fine". Cesar said with a mouthful of food.

"You're not sleeping on the couch for God knows how long. You're taking the room, final answer". You messed up his bedhead ruffling it with your hand.

"So I'm going to the market, do you want or need anything"?

"Can we have those spicy tamales that you make tonight"?

"Yes, we can. I'll get the ingredients. After we'll go over and get your stuff".

"No, I'm good".

"Cesar, you can't wear the same boxers forever. You need your school books and all that other shit in your room. Dont be afraid of Oscar. I'll deal with him if he runs his mouth. Now eat up, there's plenty here. I'm going to head out. Make yourself at home. Just stay out of my room and don't open the second bottle drawer in the bathroom, you won't like what you see. It will give you nightmares". You laugh as you open the front door.

"If it's pictures of Oscar naked then I'll be okay. I lived with the guy".

"Whatever suit yourself. Just dont say I didn't warn you. Bye". You waved and locked the door. Cesar ate his breakfast in peace with a smile on his face.

"We need to talk". You heard the familiar voice of your boyfriend and the sound of his car coming up behind you as you walked to your car.

"Is it an apology to your brother"? You asked sarcastically putting your keys in to unlock your car.

"No. I'm worried about you. You dont know what you're getting yourself into with Cesar and the Prophet$".

"Listen, I have been with you since forever. When you went to prison or got the shit kicked out of you. Got shot, cut. I've seen it all and dealt with it. Cesar is no different. Except he doesn't get the after care that you got". You smirked strutting over to him popping your hips.

"He better not. I'll take him out myself". Oscar growled pulling you into his, wrapping his arms around your waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his lips. It was only a few hours but you missed him like crazy.

"Easy baby. But you seriously need to help him out. He's scared. He doesn't know what to do. He's not a Santos like you are, he's not meant to be here".

"Then he should have pulled the trigger. He had two chances and blew both of them".

"Hes not like you. He doesn't have the gene in his body that can take a life".

"That's what a Santos does. He grows balls and gets things done when someone steps over the line and disrespects them".

"You're so full of yourself Diaz. You're his older brother, you're supposed to have his back no matter what".

"I tried to help him out. He didn't listen. He thinks this is a game".

"He's fifteen. He's in high school. What do you want him to do? Be a dropout so he can become a full Santos"?

"I want him to grow up and be a man".

"Then he needs a different male figure in his life because you, you're not cutting it. I need to go". You walked off back to your car

Oscar sighed. "Are you packing heat"?

"Just the heat between my thighs". You giggled sticking your tongue out at him.

"I'm being serious".

"No, I dont need it because nothing is going to happen. If you really want to help me. Then help Cesar bring his stuff from your house to mine. I'm cleaning the spare bedroom out for him".

"I can't".

"Then go home and don't come back". You jumped in the car and started the engine, driving off.

Oscar stood there for a moment contemplating whether or not to do as you asked but he shrugged it off and left.

Cesar felt bad for just staying without paying anything. You just taking him in. He decided to start cleaning the room. It was mostly totes that were never put in the garage. Random things you threw in there to get out of the way when company came over. He picked up and swept the floor. Dusted the cobwebs down. Killed a few spiders, the usual. He washed the breakfast dishes and cleaned up the living room. The bathroom he tried to clean up but every time in went in the drawer was calling his name and didn't want you not to trust him so he didn't go in there. The house was looking great and just in time when you pulled up.

"Hey". Cesar came out to the car and helped brought in groceries.

"Holy crap, the house is clean and it smells good". You gasped as you entered the house sparkled, you thought you were the only one that could do that.

"Its a thank you for letting me stay. I'll find a job and help out with the bills".

"Speaking of jobs, you have a interview with Jamals dad at his barbeque place tomorrow".

"You were gone a hour, how did you manage that too"? Cesar laughed, helping you put up the groceries.

"He was there buying somethings and I maybe over heard he was hiring new help so wala". You giggled wiggling your fingers in his face.

"Great. Thank you".

"It's no problem. Just helping my little brother out".

"So, I did somethings too. Come see". Cesar grabbed your wrist and lead you to the spare bedroom. It fantastic but you saw that Oscar didnt help him out like you asked.

"Wow, you're really out doing yourself. I never seen you as a cleaning person. You two are so messy".

"Well, I was bored so I figured why not tackle the bedroom. I tried to do the bathroom but".

"You wanted to snoop I knew it". You laughed going back into the kitchen.

"But I didn't. I promise. I dont want you not to trust me".

"Cesar, I trust you".

"Thanks". He smiled widely.

"Lets get dinner started and then we'll go get some stuff".

"Okay". He nodded and helped get the ingredients ready. You and Cesar sat in the kitchen making tamales and talking about well Oscar. You both missed him and now you were just supposed to forget him since he forgot about his kid brother.

"They're finished". You squealed with the hot dish in your hands.

"Yum. Can't wait". Cesar licked his lips as you sat the dish down in front of him.

"Dig in. But save some for Oscar". He looked at you confused but nodded his head that he understood.

After dinner, you wrapped up some tamales and walked over to Oscars place. All the lights were on, music was playing and you heard some people laughing in side.

"Come on lets go. We can do this another time". Cesar groaned.

"No, you have school tomorrow and you need your books. Let's go inside". You pulled on his shirt and walked threw the front door. There were three Santos members sitting at the table playing dominos. Two sitting on the couch talking to Oscar and he had a lady friend on his lap. Which pissed you the fuck off.

"What the hell are you two doing here"? One Santos from the couch got up.

"We're here to get somethings and I brought these for Oscar but it seems he's already had dinner". You eyed the girl sitting on his lap.

"You bet he has". She said running her long boney fingers down his chest. You gulped down your tears looking away from them.

"Get your shit and leave". Oscar spat out.

"Fine, asshole". You slammed the tamales in the trash as you walked by going to Cesars room.

Cesar packed quickly, you tried to help but you just starred out in space. You must have folded the same shirt three times before Cesar brought you to reality.

"You okay"?

"Yeah, you ready"?

"One thing". He went into the bathroom and grabbed the neckless he took off, it was given to him by his mother and it was dear to him.

"Alright let's go". He said grabbing his bag. "I would ask if you wanted to get your things but that might cause trouble".

"I'll get it later. I have shit to give to him as well".

"I'm sorry". Cesar patted your shoulder.

"Thanks". You took a deep breath and walked down the hall with Cesar, you actually made eye contact with Oscar but you looked away. He still looks.

"Thanks for letting him get his things". You spoke not directly looking at anyone.

You and Cesar walked out the front door, Oscar pushed the girl from his lap and got up and walked to the door. Watching as you two walked down the sidewalk. In the corner of his eye he could see a car coming down the road oddly slow. A man put his arm out of the car. Oscar panicked and ran out the door, jumping on you and Cesar as the shots rang threw the air when the car road by.

Oscar held you close, you heard his heart pounding like a sledgehammer. Cesar cover his head with his hands under the weight if you and Oscar. The cars wheels screeched at they sped off. The other Santos came charging out of the house guns blazing.

"Follow them"! Oscar yelled, pointing to hid crew. They jumped into their car and flashed away.

"Are you okay"? He asked pulling you up and checking you over. His hands cupping your face.

"I'm fine". You spoke quietly a tear coming down your cheek.

Oscar pulled you into a tight hug, kissing your temple. He noticed Cesar sobbing as he was scared, he pulled him into the hug as well. You wrapped your arms around them both.

"Everything's going to be okay". Oscar kept saying.

That night Oscar slept at your house since he didnt want you two being alone. Cesar slept in his nice clean room while you tossed and turned all night.

Since you couldn't sleep you went into the kitchen to get a glass of milk maybe it will help you but you figured why not have some cookies as well.

"Why are you not a sleep"? Oscar spoke scaring the shit out of you that you dropped your cookie in your milk.

"Don't do that. You know I hate that. Geez".

"Sorry. You okay"?

"I'm fine. Just couldn't sleep, figured I'll eat a midnight snake. You want some"? You over the bag of cookies to him, he declined.

Oscar just watched you as you dunked your cookie and ate it. "What"? You said with a mouth full.

"I didn't sleep with that girl".

"No but you probably did other things".

"I didn't. I wouldn't cheat on you. You mean more to me than that puta".

"Then why was she on your lap"?

"Honestly, I seen you coming up the sidewalk and I just pulled her on my lap. I guess to make you jealous".

"But you didn't make me jealous. You hurt me. Cesar asked if I wanted to get my stuff. That's how close I was to ending it".

"I'm sorry. I really am. I hate apologizing but I will apologize to you forever if I have too".

"Okay. You're forgiven, just dont ever do that again".

"I won't. I promise". Oscar slid over the counter and kissed your milk covered lips, grabbing a cookie too.

"Cesar"? You asked getting a confused look as Oscar looked around the room.

"What about him"?

"What are your plans on helping him? He needs you Oscar, he'll die without your help".

"I've told you, I can't. I won't".

"Then in the morning see yourself out". The last thing you said to him, grabbing the cookies and you glass going to your room. Oscar sighed, his head hanged low.

Morning came, the sun was shining, birds were chirping and you hated it. All you wanted to do was sleep but you had to get Cesar off to school. Getting up with a grumble you went to the kitchen to make his lunch surprisingly he was eating a bowl of cereal in his school clothes. Oscar must have left before Cesar got up, he was no where to be found.

"You're up early. Thought I would have to drag your butt out of bed". You teased, he let a snicker.

"I couldn't sleep so I did one hundred push ups, sixty crunches, ironed my pants, ate a whole bag of chips and watched a little tv".

"Sounds like a fun night".

"Can I asked you something"? Cesar put his spoon in his bowl and gave you his undivided attention.

"Sure". You reply making a large pot of coffee.

"Did I break you and Oscar up"?

"What? No, he did that. He could have helped you but all he did was think about himself and his little gang".

"I heard what happened last night".

"Cesar you did nothing. It was all Oscar, maybe I had something to do with it but it was mostly him".

"But before I messed up. You and Oscar were so tight. You helped out and moved in. You two were so lovey dovey that it was sickening but now you two can't even be in the same room without fighting. It's like my parents are getting a divorce".

"Oh Cesar, I'm sorry. I'll try and talk to Oscar again. You better get to school and be safe. Dont forget about the interview'.

"I'm sorry too. I haven't forgotten". He slightly smiled and grabbed his bookbag heading out. You sighed and got a cup of coffee. Not even bothering with putting on clothes you walked over to Oscar's to find him working on his car. He did that most of the time when he needed to clear his head and think about things. So you guessed he had a lot on his mind.

"You want some"? You offered Oscar your coffee. He gladly took it.

"Thanks".

"You're welcome". You sighed, leaning against the car.

"So, what's on your mind"? Biting the inside of your cheek waiting for his answer.

"Trying to come up with a way to help Cesar out without going against my crew".

"Really"? You said excitingly, Oscar smiled wide as he saw how happy you were.

"Yeah. He's my little brother and he's the only family I got besides you. I'm still hoping that I have you".

"You always have me. Even when your being a idiot. I love you". You cooed wrapping your arms around his waist, laying your head on his chest.

"I love you too. I promise that I'm going to help Cesar out and there's going to be no more fighting ever between us". He raised your chin with his finger.

"We're going to make it. I'm going to marry you and we're going to have a family".

"Woah, where did this come from"?

"I've been thinking, I dont want to have to choose between my family and my crew. Because most of the time I'm choosing them over you. I can't do it anymore".

"I'm pleased to hear that. I can't wait for all this to be over and we can start a new chapter in our lives". You leaned forward and captured a kiss from the man of your dreams, the love of your life, the soon to be husband and father of your children.

"So how are we going to handle this"?

"Cesar and I have it figured out. That's all you need to know".

"Please tell me he’s actually going to school today"? You had a gut feeling something was up and they both weren't giving you all the details.

"He's going to be fine. I promise". He kissed your forehead and went to get in his car, shutting the hood.

"If you're putting him in any danger, we're done. I'm not having that done to my kids".

"I'm not. I'll have him back before dinner. I love you". He started the car.

"I love you too. Come home safe". You stepped out of the way for him to leave. Running back to your place, you called Cesar. No answer. You called Ruby and Monse no answer. Jamal answered but he yelled at you for interrupting his learning. So you figured they didn't know about Cesar and Oscar plan. You were left clueless and guessing. It ate at you. Knowing they might not be coming home.

The street lights were coming on as dinner was half way done. Still nothing from Cesar and Oscar. You got so worried that you picked up a new habit, smoking. You smoked the whole pack that Oscar left. This man was going to either kill you from worry or send you to prison.

Pouring your third glass of wine, you heard Oscar's car pull in your drive way. You ran out and started crying as you saw both of them happy and smiling. They were both safe and at home.

"Hey, baby girl". Oscar laughed, when you jumped on him.

"I'm going to kill both of you. I'm so happy you're both alright. But I'm going to kill you".

"Easy, little mama. We're both fine and Cesar's good".

"He's clear"?

"All taken care of. Dont have to worry about anything".

"But how"? Oscar sat you down on the couch and they sat beside you.

"Cesar came to me last night. I had left after our chat and we came up with a plan to take down the Prophet$ all together".

"Jamal helped a little".

"The rollerworld money"?

"Right. See I sent Cesar in to give himself up and pay for safety for his friends. They took the money and then I went into buy him out with the rest of the roller world money. They believed it".

"What happens when they figure it out or if they spent that money? They're going to come after you". You started to panic.

"Calm down". Oscar rubbed your thigh as he turned on the news. The prophet$ main house was getting busted. All the members were in cuffs and on their way to jail.

"We got them all". Cesar and Oscar grinned.

"How"?

"A little tip and these bitches like to shop. They already spent twenty grand of it in the last couple hours. Buying new shoes and jewelry. That's how they got caught".

"It's genius. Oh my God I love you so much". You kissed Oscar's lips hard. Cesar scrunched up his nose and looked away.

"We're safe and free". Cesar cheered trying to break you away with his happiness. "And I got the job".

"That's wonderful". You say, then going back to Oscar's lips.

"I can't wait to start". You whispered in Oscar's ear.

"So Cesar, how about you go see your friends"?

"But I'm hungry".

Oscar pulled out twenty dollars and handed it to Cesar nodding to the front door.

"I can take a hint". Cesar laughed as he walked out.

"I love you". You straddled Oscar's waist.

"I love you so much. Come here". Oscar pulled you into a kiss, his hands locked around you.

Finally it was all over and everyone came out safe and sound. A little bumps in the road but it made you and Oscar stronger. Things were about to change and Oscar couldn't wait. He was getting tired of the old lifestyle, he wanted new with you and his little brother.

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violetnotez · 4 years

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HC: Being Handcuffed to the Boys

I only did Midoriya and Bakugo because Im lazy-sry- but I hope you enjoy! :)

|Part 2 w/ Kirishima+Shouto|

(RULES | MASTERLIST| REQUESTS OPEN!!! :))

Midoriya

Midoriya, as sweet and intelligent as he is, was NOT that smart that day

He was studying hero terminology, laws and rules to help him be a better hero, until a thought popped in his head- what if he needed to know how to use handcuffs? Like in some random situation where he needed to detain someone and the only thing he could was use handcuffs, could he do it?

Of course he could but he over thought it and convinced himself he COULDNT and began to slightly freak out

So of course he called you, but he didnt give you ANY info to go off of why he needed you so badly and it kind confused and worried you

“Y/n- I need you to come over quickly”

“Why, is something wrong or-”

“No, no, nothings wrong! Just- come over soon-please?”

“Im coming, Im coming, dont worry….”

When you finally got to his dorm room, you expected him to have some super important news to tell you- like he was hurt, or there was a huge pop quiz you two needed to study for ASAP...but you were met with blushing Midoriy holding hndcuffs

KiNkY

You just stared at him and at the handcuffs with a huge WTH face

You dont have the slighest idea of were he had HANDCUFFS

“Umm care to explain why you have handcuffs?”

He explains it to you, and you wanna laugh at how adorably overreactive your boyfriend is but you dont because you wnt him to know you take his concerns seriously

So he tells you his plan- he was going to put one side of the handcuffs on you as if your were a villian, and one on him (the smart thing to do, he said, so if they couldnt escape because theyd be attached to him), and then take them off. Easy peasy!

NOT EASY PEASY

He put his side of the hand cuff with ease, but when it came to you it took FOREVER

He was so scared to hurt you (like pinch your skin or something) it took him 3 whole minutes to crank it closed

“Midoriya, why are you taking so long?”

“Well-I dont want to hurt you!” he blushed, sweating alittle as he tried his best to not potentially hurt you

“Your not going to hurt me- besides, I thought I was supposed to be a ‘villian’?”

“But- your not a villian- your my girlfriend! And I cant hurt my girlfriend!” he would protest as you laughed at his cuteness

Once it was finally on, Izuku felt way more relaxed- he did it,he could do it, and he wouldnt have to worry about some wierd freak scenario where he couldnt use handcuffs

So, naturally, you ask is he could unlock you guys since he was content with his work

“Yeah of course!” hed say with a sigh of relief until he’ll realize- he forgot where the key was

He’ll start sweating alot and you’ll get super concern

“Izuku, are you all right?”

“Umm….”he confess timidly, “I may or may not have…. Forgotten where the key is.”

Not gonna lie, youre gonna freak out a little

Your literally HAND CUFFED to your boyfriend

He spends 30 minutes in a rampage looking for it (yanking and dragging you around his room in the process)

“I know its here, I just had it, Ill find it I promise-”

Your wrists was turning red from the constant yanking and you had to finally just tell him to stop and figure out another way out of them

You two sit on his bed and thought for a moment- Midoriya’s first thought was Iida and Ochaco, since their his best freinds

But you didnt know for sure what they would do but ask awkward questions and freak out a little like you both did

You then thought of Mina with her acid quirk, but then thought better of it- she didnt have the best control over it and you didnt feel like having your skin melted off

And she was besties with Kaminari and Sero, the biggest pervs at UA, so if they even caught a glance at you two theyd take it the wrong way and you two wouldnt hear the end of it

You giys pondered on what to do next until Midoriya finally got an idea

“What if we go to Hatsume? She has so many gadgets she must have a way to unlock us”

You groaned- you were okay with Hatsume, her perosnality was a little- loud- which was fine, its just you could totally tell she had the hots for Deku and you didnt really appreciate that side of her...but she was your best bet….

“Fine, lets go”

The walk to the her workshop was tortorius- you two both wrapped yourselves up in your biggest jackets to hide the handcuffs so no one could see (even though it was the middle of the afternoon) and holding each others hand so it looked like you were just holding hands and nothing more

It was nerve wracking- you didnt want any of opur classmates to talk to you, let alone see you until you had those CUFFS OFF

When you finally get there, you were so grateful Hatsume was by herself

And as perky as ever

Izuku tells about your guys predicament timidly as you both have huge blushes

But Hatsume doesnt seem to care about your embarrasment or how you got into that situation at all- shes just excited to try out a “new baby”

She interjects Izuku with a loud outburst and begins to whip out a bunch of crazy looking gadgets

You look at Midoriya with a skeptical look but you allow her to get close and try to relese you guys

Surprisingly, after a few minutes you were free, and the sound of cold metal hit the tiles

You both rubbed your wrists happy to be out of those restraints

You start to laugh from relief, thanking Hatsume and turning to Midoriya with a stern grin

“Im not going to ask today….but one day I will figure out how you got those handcuffs”

*small gulp from Izuku

Bakugo

Some days you wonder if your friends WANT to die

You and Bakugo had had a thing for each other for weeks

It was painfully obvious- you would be a blushing mess with Bakugo, giving him the biggest comebacks whenever he was mean to you all the while so red you looked liked you would explode

Bakugo was such a rude dirtbag to you most of the girls wondered how you restrained yourself from slapping him, calling you mean names and criticizing you for the smallest things

But if anybody hurt you or even said you were cute or pretty

OH NO

He would become so angry and possessive it was terrifying

So, since all of Class 1A was sick of hearing you deny any sort of love towards Bakugo and sick of almost getting their hair fried off by Bakugo if they even mentioned your name, they decided to take matters into their own hands

One day, Mina had called you over, leading you over to Kirishima and Bakugou

Your heart already began to quickly start beating just being near him

Bakugo huffed, hating how just seeing that annoyingly pretty face of yours put his body into overdrive

“Whyd you bring this extra over?”

You rolled your eyes with your cheeks on fire, pretending like the comment didn't hurt as Mina gasped at his blatant rudeness

“Whatever, Bakugo, your just still bitter that I beat you in training last week-”

“Howd you beat me?! I was distracted for 2 seconds, that was no win-”

“Really?! So eating the dirt because I had KO-ed your cocky ass doesn't mean-”

“It means jack shit baka!”

Unknowing to the both of you as you bickered, Kaminari was sneaking behind you two with a pair of handcuffs while Sero followed him with an evil grin from behind

Before you two even knew it, Kaminari had clasped one side of a pair of hand cuffs to one of your wrists and one to Bakugos, Sero using his tape quirk to keep you two from squirming

You were confused and startled on what was even going on, while Bakugo was extremely pissed off

“What the hell do you think youre doing you idiots!”

“Cool down Spiky, or youll blow a fuse!” Sero laughed at his handiwork as you both squirmed to get out on the restraints

“Im gonna do worse than blow a fuse,” Bakugo spat at the whole grorup, “Im gonna blow up your asses into space once I get out of this!”

“Ohhh no your not!” Kirishima smirked at Bakugo”s clearly agitated face and your distressed expression “You two are going to stay like this until you can act like normal human beings around each other”

“Kirishima this isnt cool!” you whined, “How long am I going to have to be attached to this rabid hedgehog?!” You nodded towards Bakugo, who clearly didn't like your comment

“Rabid hedgehog?!” Bakugo shrieked, “Say that one more time and Ill-”

“And youll blast me into space? Fry me into Hell? Kick my ass into next week? Save your breath Katsuki, Ive heard every threat you can throw at me!” You snapped at Bakugou, your annoyance and stress of being stuck to him for God’s no how long making you jumpy-you cant be stuck to your crush YOU CANT

Bakugo looked like a fish gulping for a water as he was looking for a come back to that, as Kirishima, Sero, and Kaminari looked shocked and amused by a stuttering Bakugo

“You guys are gonna stay together for as long as you need to,” Kirishima said, “we have the key to unlock the cuffs, so when you guys are ready- just come and get one of us!”

The group walked out, Sero and Kaminari betting how long it would take you two to have an agreement as Kirishima pushed them out the door

You stood there with Bakugou awkwardly for a few moments, him unable to look at you-his cheeks were on fire because of one little thing you said earlier

And you didnt even know GOD DAMMIT

You looked at Bakugou, thinking he was just ignoring you like usual- the BrAt

You sighed, “Look- if were going to be chained up like this, might as well get some things off our chests….” you swallowed hoping he couldnt feel your hand shake from being so close to him

He didnt say anything, your voice ringing in his ears and making me him shiver- GOD DAMMIT WHY WAS HE SO DAMN WEAK FOR YOU

He didnt say anything for a while, making you feel hurt and kinda bored

“Fine then, if you dont want to talk, at least walk with me to the kitchen-”

“You called me Katsuki.” He grumbled, still not wanting to look at you

“What?” You looked at him, confused on WHY he wouldnt look at you and why calling him by his first name was such a big deal

“You called me by my first name-Katsuki.”

“Okkkkaaaay,” you drawled out, completely confused and annoyed, “dont know why that would bother you so much but can we plese just-”

Bakugo huffed in annoyance, his cheecks on fire, “You dont get it do you baka?! No one calls me Katsuki because Id kick their asses if they ever did-but-”

“But what?” you asked kinda gentle, seeing Bakugo struggling to say something to you and curiosity was getting to you

Is He GoNnA ConfeSS ;o

“But-you-said….it...and I-I-was...okay with it….” he struggled out, his face contorting so much to just push that out of him you were kinda worried

You looked at him, completely amused and not really taking him seriously

“That was it? I said your first name and you didnt have the urge to rip my head off like you usually do? I guess we can consider that progress!” you kinda laughed nervously, making Bakugo wish you would laugh again and then cursing at himself for thinking that

He hated how you made his head feel dizzy and it was making him angry

“You dont get it do you baka?!” he shouted aggresively, “I was okay with it because I like you and I fucking hate it!”

You stopped breathing, your eyes wide with shock and your brain seeming to shut down

“You-you-like- me? Like- more than a- friend?” you stuttered, looking at his face which was now obviously red

“See anyone else in the room? Of course its you who else would I fucking say that to!” he retorted, wishing the heat in his face would BACK OFF

OH CRAPPPPPPPPPPPP HE CONFESSED YALL :D

“I like you too….Katsuki,” you smiled, watching his face get even redder

“Awww you look so cute blushing!”

“Shut up you baka!”

You laughed, making him feel all warm and squishy inside

“Well, I guess Kaminari is going to owe Sero $20- we deifnitely got this figured out in under an hour.”

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I hope your day (or night) is going well!

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wearethewinx · 3 years

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fate episode 6 spoilers below

admittedly that opening shot slaps. like that immediately makes me curious

bloom why are you looking. everywhere but at the glowing pillar in front of you

LOL WHOOPS

AISHA ARE U FOR FUCKING REAL. WRITERS ARE U FOR FUCKING REAL. THIS IS NOT MY GIRL

lol dowling thats what happens when u liiieeeeee

jfdlsfjlds terras dad being so stumped by her completely correct rebuttal that he just says 'you need to cool down'

'sorry you have to be visible to have a point of view' that line really made it into the script huh

theyre REALLY gonna make aishas first and only autonomous act in this entire show be to snitch on her friends

oh so there are witches huh. is that how were doing this huh. oh my god this is so unnecessarily complicated and confusing? this is. ridiculous? why wouldnt anyone else know about the witches? how does them being witches give rosalind the right to murder them all? HOW IS BLOOM OK WITH THIS LADY JUST SAYING 'yeah i lied and killed them all because only fairies are allowed to do magic' HWAT THE FUCK

*sky voice* i am literally so fucking stupid and boring its unreal

lol even sam is like 'terra shut up'

see i dont wanna be so mean to terra but shes explicitly written to be as annoying as humanly possible? people keep telling her theyre not interested and she just mows right over them completely not caring EVERY time

oh bloom is growing a braincell now huh

'only vanessa and michael could give you love' YOU CALL THAT LOVE? YOU CALL THAT SHIT LOVE? WHERE ARE THE WRITERS ILL FUCKING KILL THEM

me, every time: weve gotta be getting close to the end now right weve been here at least forty minutes

the timestamp, every time: 21:30

HOW is it possible for a show to drag this much? six hours feels like 18

nobody told the caption writer that rivens name is riven not 'riv'

stella being like 'WE shouldve never gotten back together WE are codependent and toxic' gurl,,,,,,,, You

rly have to stress that bloom listened to rosalind talk and was like 'oh genocide? well thats totally understandable, i trust you implicitly. here i was thinking you were just a regular mass murderer!'

WHY ARE THERE NO MAGIC PAINKILLERS. WHY IS THE ONLY WAY TO EASE SOMEONES PAIN FOR MUSA SPECIFICALLY TO TAKE IT ON

ALSO TERRA FUCK. YOU. FOR EVEN THINKING THAT, MUCH LESS SAYING IT OUT LOUD

how does the solarian royal family have a magic teleportation ring but they cant move troops across their country in less than 2 days

*bloom voice* come on sluts im gonna put you all in danger

PLEASE let sky miserably wail 'YOU KILLED MY FATHER' please god let it happen PLEASE

damn ok i actually REALLY like skys reaction here. unironically well written, very believable. even a stopped brain has good ideas twice an episode i suppose

love that musa only gets dignified with the slightest sliver of backstory in this, the final episode

STILL only HALFWAY THROUGH THE EPISODE. THIS IS SICK TIME DILATION FUCKERY

flora isnt supposed to be the loose canon of the winx for fucks sake

ok but WHAT ARE THE BURNED ONES. WHERE ARE THEY FROM. WHY DO THEY CARE ABOUT BLOOM. EVEN SHE HASNT ASKED YET! ARENT YOU CURIOUS ISNT ANYBODY CURIOUS

bloom: yeah rosalind unleashed the burned ones to attack us all but i totally trust that she told me the truth about how to stop them

blooms wings look FUCKING STUPID those arent even wings theyre just random red blobs with a mesh pattern

i guess im glad we actually GOT wings but my god is this a disappointment as wings go

also @ everyone in the tag calling this a 'transformation': are we watching the same fucking show lol. having fire swirl around you isnt a transformation. TRANSFORMING. is what makes it a transformation. absolutely nothing changes about her except having a couple blowtorches on her back

CANT STRESS ENOUGH THAT BLOOM KEEPS HEARING PEOPLE ADMIT TO MURDER AND RESPONDING WITH 'OH it was just MURDER lol thank god'

'bloom transformed' nO SHE DIDNT THAT WASNT A TRANSFORMATION OH MY GOD

ok but why WOULDNT rosalind reveal exculpatory information when it benefited her lol. why are you idiots believing her. why are you accepting that as a justification

'ive been a brat' OH SO YOU ADMIT IT

'can we hug' very normal request bloom especially considering the circumstances /s

my mom would flip her lid if i invited four friends over w/o asking in advance and then put her on the spot abt whether they can stay the night, and thats WITHOUT the added context that BLOOMS MOM THINKS THESE ARE HER SCHOOL FRIENDS FROM S W I T Z E R L A N D AND THAT THEY WOULDVE HAD TO FLY ACROSS THE OCEAN TO GET THERE

this bloom family montage is 1: unearned (i remember the door, assholes) and 2: TOO long and cheesy

i love that stellas mom still hasnt admitted shes missing or come looking for her lol. the HEIR to the THRONE has been MISSING for WEEKS and thats just Okay

lmao what the fuck. how is andreas wearing the same clothes as 16 years ago. anybody care to explain what the goddamn hell is going on here

dragonflame namedrop huh? interesting

LOL EVERYONES JUST ACCEPTING ROSALIND BACK WITHOUT QUESTION? SHE DISAPPEARED AND WAS PRESUMED DEAD FOR 16 YEARS

HOW STUPID ARE THE PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD

THE KING OF ERAKLYON. ABANDONED HIS SON. TO RAISE BEATRIX

WHAT IN THE GODDAMN HELL

omg she just fucking killed her

absolutely metal

ah HERE are the hideous outfits from the promo image. hate

final thoughts: this show is dumb

#netwinx #winx club #spoilers

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si-nging-ren · 3 years

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*CRACKS KNUCKLES*

okay. ive decided im going to discontinue the jirou x reader fanfic "wrong number, my bad" for a number of reasons that i will get into in a bit. i have also, however, decided to create an smau for hawks (probably not, but who ive decided on for now) x reader, based on something more personal about me. the goal of the story being more personal is to give me a better layout for how it should continue on and the feelings can be more genuine than me making up stories on a whim and hoping they work. i will give out the plan for wnmb, however, so that anybody interested can still understand how the story wouldve ended.

now as for why im abandoning wnmb.

1. i dont feel the energy to write it anymore. i dont like where the story is going, and with my current mental state and status at school, i dont have the ability to start over or try again. i font have the ideas for the story and just dont vibe with it.

2. mental reasons. i can't stick to the schedule i made for the story as well as i used to be able to, and also personal mental health reasons that sort of keep me from doing so.

3. there are personal life reasons that cause this, but jirou has slowly evolved into somewhat of a discomfort character. i dont want to get into the reasons as to why, but i dont like her that much and bad memories come up whenever i try to sit with her in my head for too long.

thats really all for why i dont want to continue wnmb, but for anybody interested, here was the plan as to how the story was planned out (via notes):

- [x] yn and mina and ochaco do be talking doe

- [x] basically introductions

- [x] same with jirou baku toko yaomomo and denks

- [x] but THEN

- [x] yn and jirou talk :DDD

- [x] jirou basically says that theyre not annoying

- [x] yn says their typical clown shit

- [x] "aidjskjdh thanks you daddy 🥺"

- [x] jirou doesnt answer for a wholeass hour

- [x] "sorry had to go to church and clense from that sin"

- [x] "o-oh okay 😔 daddy doesnt love me"

- [x] "there are so many things wrong with that"

- [x] "😳😳😳"

- [x] "im starting to wish that i blocked you"

- [x] "nONONONONO IM SORRY"

- [x] "nyways what did you wanna talk about d-"

- [x] "......."

- [x] "arling :)))"

- [x] poor jirou just wanted to know about who they are

- [x] "name, hobby, talent, interests, whatever i just wanna know about you"

- [x] yn hops over to twitter all "omg theyre so sweet 🥺🥺🥺"

- [x] naturally ochaco and mina are all "fake bestie wtf are u talking about"

- [x] yn is laughing awkwardly and is just,,, "oh nothing 😳😳"

- [x] (nobody believes them)

- [x] then they ask about jirou but she has to give false info

- [x] except for her gender its fine if she says that

- [x] she hops over to the squad

- [x] panicking

- [x] "guys wtf i think i just committed a crime"

- [x] "nono youre fine what happened"

- [x] "i made a fake identity so the person who contacted me wouldnt know it was me"

- [x] "do they even know you???"

- [x] "YES they said they really liked our music and im PANICKING"

- [x] "okok calm down its not illegal or anything"

- [x] "i think"

- [x] "YOU T H I N K ? "

- [x] "yeah sorry :// but like you did this to yourself lmaooo"

- [x] jirou awkwardly hops back to yn

- [x] "yeah i think that band is pretty cool too im actually friends with some of them"

- [x] i mean its not false

- [x] ":ooo omg rlly?????? theyre so cool aaa 🥺🥺 maybe we can meet one day at one of their concerts 👉👈 jkjk...... unless 😳"

- [x] little did they know

- [x] LMAOO jk

- [x] kinda

- [ ] they end up talking for hoursss and mina and ochaco ask one day if they wanna hang out

- [ ] theyre all "hell yesss 🥴 where we goin??"

- [ ] a bar. they go to a fucking bar. (btw its to celebrate minas new job thingyyy)

- [ ] drink responsible kiddosss

- [ ] nyways afterwards she ends up talking to jirou bout how shes super nice and would love to be friends with her more

- [ ] jirou has gay panic tm

- [ ] like actually theyre rlly cute fuck

- [ ] yn asks if they can call since theyve never heard her voice or seen her

- [ ] jirous all ".....theyre drunk they wont recognize my voice"

- [ ] also shes rlly groggy since its TWO IN THE DAMN MORNING

- [ ] jirou calls her and yn asks if she wants to meet someday bby doesnt understand okay

- [ ] jirou panics and asks if they can get to know each other more first

- [ ] yn is hurt but understands and agrees

- [ ] yn asks to play 20 questions

- [ ] jirou asks if theyre a preteen jokingly

- [ ] yn whines and says its either that or a drinking game

- [ ] not wanting yn to drink anymore, she sighs and agrees

- [ ] she ends up finding out:

1. yn has a cat

3. thats it, yn passed out

- [ ] jirou fell asleep on call later nd they didnt hang up until jirou woke up later and realized that awake yn would recognize her

- [ ] she quickly hung up and then sent them a good morning text

- [ ] bitches be playin

- [ ] but yn doesnt mind theyre a gay, dumb clown

- [ ] yn asks what minas job was since they never found out- god their dumb

- [ ] mina says its the typical teaching thing but its for ome of yns favorite bands

- [ ] "ooh, who are they?"

- [ ] "they said their name was blackbear! pretty sure youve talked about them some times before"

- [ ] "omygod mina you dont understnad if you could somehow find a way for me to find them i would literally marry u"

- [ ] "please dont. but ill try boo dw"

- [ ] she ends up doing it

- [ ] but inbetween then they end up getting rlly close like numerous calls and texts and learning more about each other until they realize they like her

- [ ] yn is super happy all "bro u guys are so awesome"

- [ ] bby girl is vibrating.

- [ ] LMAOO YOU WANNA KNOW JOWNTHEY FIND OUT

- [ ] THEY AND JIROU END UP BECOMING RLLY CLOSE LIKE THEY FRIENDSSSS

- [ ] AND SHE ASKS FOR THEIR NUMBER

- [ ] THEIR STILL JITTERY BTW SO THEYRE LIKE WOAH RLLY???? ID LOVE TO BRO

- [ ] AND JIROU PUTS HER NUMBER IN YNS PHONE AND SEES THE NAME "nd strikes" COME UP ND SHES LIKE "HUH MUST BE A GLITCH"

- [ ] BUT YNS ALL

- [ ] "HAHA SOMEONE NAMED "BBY" CAME UP WHEN I TYPED IN MY NUMBER I WONDER WHO THAT IS"

- [ ] "MAYBE I TYPED IT WRONG" CAUSE BBY IS DUMB

- [ ] MEANWHILE JIROU IS PANICKED CAUSE "HOLY FUCKING SHIT THEYRE BBY"

- [ ] SO SHE HANDS THEM THIER PHONE BACK AWKWARDLY AND YN SEES THEIR OLD MESSAGES AND PANICKS

- [ ] "HOLD UP IS STARS JIROU????? HAHHA NO IM BLIND AN D DUMB SURELY NOT"

- [ ] SO THEYRE LIKE "DID U EVER TELL ANYONE UR NAME IS STARS"

- [ ] AND JIROU JUST SIGHS AND IS CLEARLY IN PAIN AND IS JUST "YEAH THATS ME"

- [ ] ALL YN DOES IS LAUGH AND GO "YO THATS KINDA GAY"

- [ ] JIROU IS PAINED

- [ ] LIKE SHE THINKS THEIR GONNA HATE HER BUT????? NO??????????? SHES CONFUSED LMAOO

- [ ] yn blinks and realizes she should probably confess or smth

- [ ] "uhm, jirou?"

- [ ] "yeah whats up?"

- [ ] "aCTUALLY NVM ILL TELL YOU LATER-"

- [ ] later in a call they say it

- [ ] jirou is rlly smart and all but her first thought was "its cause of who i am. this happened immediately after."

- [ ] some part of her is screaming that its feelings and that she likes them back but she ignores it.

- [ ] like this has to be bad right???

- [ ] nyways jirou ghosts her like a clown and rants to the band b-wordssss gc

- [ ] yn cries to the babiest of the babies 🥺🥺🥺 gc

- [ ] yn asks if she just doesnt care about them now that shes seen them

- [ ] jirou realizes "wait fuck maybe im wrong"

- [ ] spoiler alert: she is

- [ ] she sort of goes "i didnt rlly think that you actually liked me actually

- [ ] yn starts crying

- [ ] (this is over call btw)

- [ ] "why tf wouldnt i?!"

- [ ] "bc you confessed right after you knew who i was"

- [ ] "istfg so our conversations just dont matter ig"

- [ ] jirou is confused

- [ ] like??? she gets that theyre mad but she does understand why so much

- [ ] "listen i just need to know if you like me back or not please. before i start crying again."

- [ ] she decided to not comment on how they were already crying

- [ ] "yes i like you okay"

- [ ] "do you actually?"

- [ ] "yes. istag that i actually like you and im not shitting u. if you want ill go there rn"

- [ ] ".....yes pls"

- [ ] "i need your address though"

- [ ] "oh yeah– its *address*"

- [ ] jirou arrives all nervous and shit

i didn't have anything planned out after that, but it was probably gonna be a kiss scene or something idk

#jirou x reader #wnmb #wrong number my bad #jirou kyouka #kyouka x reader #writers

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neoistic · 3 years

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what's going on with STAYs?

the hyunjin (and woojin) situation - a (very long) rant

DISCLAIMER : This post was not meant to slander Hwang Hyunjin or Stray Kids, it is intended to educate others on their problematic behaviour.

I'm gonna start at the beginning of all this. So unless you a.) live under a rock or b.) unlike the rest of us you have a life, then you have possibly heard of the idol bullying scandals. If you dont know what that is, I'll give a brief summary. A bunch of idols were being accused by former middle school or high school classmates of bullying. It started with Soojin of (G)I-dle and then the whole thing started rippling. Aisha of Everglow, Kihyun of MonstaX, Mingyu of SEVENTEEN, and many more. It's even gone as far as SA allegations. Basically everyone and their mothers were being dragged into the mess. However some of these accusation were later to be proven as false. Others have been somewhat half-true. The point is the majority of these idols end up going on a hiatus and stopped contributing in their groups activities for a while. It was a very frustrating situation. There's been apologies, addresses, fights occurring left and right. While these idols were being accused, everybody was like "let's wait for the official statement from the comany and see what is up, and then we make our decision from there. So for now lets stay our best to be neutral". That was the norm for a majority of fandoms. And then there were STAYs.

_____________________________________________________________ I think we've learned in the last five months that STAYs are anything but a normal fandom. After what has happened and the way they chose to behave entirely was embarassing. I feel like toxic STAYs really ruined the name of this fandom when the Woojin situation happened. But after Hyunjin was accused of bullying, they pretty much just shredded any redeeming qualities that fandom had left—all of it—everything went down the drain. Soon enough I feel like people are going to be embarassed to become a STAY or to mention that they're a STAY, because those motherfuckers really screwed this up If some of you're really confused right now, as to why I called STAYs toxic. It's because the base of this fandom is pretty privilege. Ok, let's start with the definition. What is pretty privilege? Pretty privilege is the principle that people who are deemed more attractive (based on societal beauty standards) have an upper hand in the world and are afforded many opportunities that us regular folks don't have. Like most other biases, pretty privilege is something we're all aware of—whether we have experienced it first-hand or not. Yet, it's not often that we are willing to admit or even talk about it, especially if we're on the receiving end of its benefits. This bias, also known as lookism, is defined as “Prejudice or discrimination on the grounds of a person's appearance” and occurs in a variety of settings such as social environments, workplaces and especially in this godforsaken fandom. Let me explain; everything that they do for the boys is simply based on looks. And how do i know that? Because when the baseless accusations that targeted woojin came out one of the things that i kept hearing over and over again was that they always thought he was 'ugly'. And that to me is very intersting because this fandom found him ugly but they didn't say anything, because he was in the same group as their faves. So they kept their mouths shut, and they acted as if they loved him they told him all the sappy bullshit. When he left they decided to pull an "Okay let's tell him how much we miss him, then dump it, and leave it there."

Consequently by cause of his so called 'wrongdoings' you're now telling people "Oh I found him ugly all along, but now I can finally admit it" which is an incredibly pathetic move. They were throwing shit everywhere based off unsubstantiated allegations. Through this I realised that everything goes down to looks. Because when this exact same thing happened to Hyunjin and his accusations, which at the time we did not know the legitimacy of it, the first thing they chose to tweet was"uhmm hyunjin is too cute to be a bully," say what now? You wanted to tell me you decide whether someone is capable of bullying based on their looks, how is that supposed work. Not everybody's heart is as beautiful as their face, I'm just saying. Like why on earth would you think that Hyunjin isn't a bully based on the fact that he's handsome but you believe the accusation about Woojin based off the fact that he is quote 'ugly'. You see the parallel difference between their behaviour towards them and that's because all they care about is looks and they will do just about anything to garner the attention of these boys. Yes, you're right, the reason behind their doings is because they know pefectly well that Stray Kids read their comment. Their defending them because they are desperately wanting their faves to pay attention to them. And they think by letting Hyunjin get away with everything, he would thank them for it.

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Exhibit B; When the posts against Woojin came out the very first thing they told us was that, you have to believe the victim no matter what. It got to the point where even when we tried to reason with them about how there was no solid evidence, all they said was how they would rather believe a possible liar then a possible r4pist. ikr, oh. my. gosh. However when it's Hyunjin's turn to get blamed, believing the victim doesn't matter anymore. The actuality that people were already putting a judgement on the victim, and refusing to hear them out is just shocking to me.

The energy was completely different, for some crazy reason it didn't matter when it came to Hyunjin. When it came to Woojin we had to believe the victim because it's so damn important, and it got to the point that people were saying they believed Stray Kids that he 'bullied' them. Although Stray Kids didn't say anything, they never said a peep, a word, nothing. Everyone kept saying I believe Felix saying #8, i believe Chan and his vlive, are you for real? First of all what is Felix supposed to say then?? The group has 8 members not nine, is he supposed to put #9 in? #13? #24?? And with Chan he has already clarified that his statement on vlive that time wasn't about Woojin.

Then they were diagnosing them them of depression they were victimizing the poor boys of something they were not a victim of. So not are they speaking for them, they're telling us that you believe them off what you've stuff in their mouths, not things they said themsleves. On the other hand when Hyunjin was accused of bullying no we don't believe them we believe Hyunjin. What? Do you know him personally or what? You dont! I don't know what's the matter with you people. This fandom is just a no. You guys are left with no redeeming qualities whatsoever. Then you know what it gets even worse because if you think this is bad. It's not even half of it. How does it get worse? They were people saying that "It's bullying, its normal everybody does it," I don't know what universe you live in, but where I live down here, on earth bullying isn't something that everybody comes around and do. It's not a phase in life. "From ages 15-20 you're a bully" That doesn't happen it's not a chapter in life that everyone goes through like puberty, that's not what happens with bullying. You dont just wake up and go through a phase in you life that is inevitable, that you have to be a bully and a jerk to everybody, that's not a thing. You can't just sit here and justify bullying. Because how are you supposed to sit here and say that bullying is normal and that everybody does but when Woojin does it... You see where I'm going with this right? They said it wasn't okay for Woojin to bully Stray Kids and that he is a horrible person "how could he?" But then you bend over and said "Bullying is okay because Hyunjin is the one doing it" When he is on the receiving end it wasn't okay, though when he was the one administering it was completely fine and forgivable.

Do you not see how problematic you're being right now? You're justifying bullying because you think he's pretty? Are you playing with me? I read his statement and he apologized for his immature and insensitive demeanor, even he wasn't justifying it. the reason behind me mentioning this is because even JYP themselves specified that they would do a better job at picking trainees. That alone says something. They forthrightly threw him under the bus. Why would they do something like that? Because the allegations were true. Here's the thing, Hyunjin has not admitted to bullying anybody, what he has admitted to was being immature and hurting people with the way he spoke. That statement felt like he was beating around the bush about a lot of things. It's like "ok i hurt someone, I can't justify it, therefore I'm sorry" Okay but did u bully anybody? yes or no? That wasn't clarified. You guys can decide for your selves, but this was Hyunjin's and his former teacher's statement.

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The message I'm trying to get accross from all this is that Stray Kids have way more power over you than you realized, and that is definitely not okay. To the point where you are throwing your morals away, just to defend them. You know what? no idol should have influence over you like that. I don't care how good looking, how hot, how sweet, how talented they are. I don't care if they grew up with a single mother and a story so sad it will make Simon Cowell cry. I don't care how many time they have supported the lgbtq+ community. I don't give a damn about how adorable they act on camera with their members. You can not validate immoral actions whatsoever. And no, you absolutely can not sit here being a desperate, self-absorbed, pick-me, dusty girl for a man who doesn't even know you.

Exhibit C; Before we end this I want to clarify something. STAYs did not became toxic because of the Woojin fiasco, this fandom always was toxic, and the Woojin situation simply revealed that. The facts are that they were always toxic, they were always messed up, they were always fake. The wreckage with Woojin showed us their true colors. That is the reality, my friends. As of now this fandom is directly taking the crown for trashiest fandom alive in kpop. At this degree I honestly don't know what else to say. I have no respect left for them. I do though want to say that I am genuinely sorry to all the kind STAYs, I'm sorry that you have to deal with this. Because in the near future I don't see this issue going away. Since Stray Kids is becoming more and more popular and it's never going to stop they're going to keep getting bigger and bigger, the story will just become more aparent. Thank you for listening to my long rant. And at the end of the day all I can say to STAYs is good luck, cause you'll need it.

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Sources:

https://www.myimperfectlife.com/features/pretty-privilege

https://www.koreaboo.com/series/stray-kids-hyunjin-bullying-allegation/

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soapsilly · 4 years

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Why not? - Isabelle Lightwood Imagine

Pairings: Izzy Lightwood x reader,

Summary: (Y/N) is Simons younger sister and usually known as a outgoing and fun person but when she meets Izzy Lighwood her confidence fades and she feels like a schoolgirl having her first crush all over again.

Requests are open

This was originally a request, that I cant seem to find anymore. The pairing and setting were given to me per request so I really hope this is what the requester had in mind.

I did have something different in mind originally but got kinda carried away. I’m not sure if I’m 100% happy with the outcome but it is what it is.

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“You’re gonna love her, I promise! She’s seriously so fun” Clary was excited to finally introduce (Y/N) to her new friends. Ever since Clary found out about her mother and her true identity, a lot of things changed for her and she kinda had to let her old life behind, which included her friends.

She was lucky that she had people that cared about her and helped her to come to terms with everything that was going on around her but that didn’t stop her from missing her old life every now and then.

Right now her, Jace and Alec were waiting for Simon to bring his sister (Y/N) to meet them. (Y/N) shouldn’t even know about the shadow world but her brother couldn’t ever keep any secrets from her for long.

“There they are!” Clary exclaimed.

Simon entered the room and closely behind him was a girl about the same age.

“So (Y/N), this is Jace” Clary gestured to the blond guy sitting across from them. (Y/N) sent her friend a suggestive look and mouthed a ‘Wow. He’s a catch’.

“You’re right, Clary, I love her already” Jace, of course, always enjoyed a little stroke to his ego.

“And this is Alec” she motioned to the broody looking man sitting next to Jace. He sent her a little nod but it seemed like he wasn’t satisfied with her presence.

“Don’t worry about him. He’s just worried. Technically you shouldn’t even know we exist. It’s kinda against the rules for mundies to know about shadowhunters. He’ll come around” Jace reassured the girl.

“What the hell is a shadowhunter?” (Y/N) asked, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Jace’s eyes widened. Did Clary not tell her? Did he just out them to her?

“Nah, just joking. Of course I know of you lot. When your brother turns into a vampire it’s kinda hard to miss, you know? Especially, when he’s having a nervous breakdown in the room next to yours.” (Y/N) explained.

That even got a small chuckle out of Alec. Ever since he got used to Clary being around he loosened up a bit. But maybe a certain cat-eyed warlook also played a part in that.

“Where’s Izzy though? Wasn’t she supposed to be here with you guys?” Simon asked.

“Yes, but there was some business in the institute that had to be taken care of. She’ll meet us here” Alec explained.

For the next one and a half hours the group got used to each other. Clary, Simon and (Y/N) got to catch up and (Y/N) got to know Alec and Jace a little better.

Right in the middle of a story about a prank Simon and (Y/N) used to play on their older sister Elaine when they were younger, a stunning black haired woman walked up to them.

“Ah Izzy! Come over here. Meet (Y/N)!” Alec shouted happily. By the time Izzy showed up everybody was several drinks deep into the evening and tipsy Alec was just really enjoying the well deserved off-time.

Izzy sent (Y/N) a big smile, “Hey it’s so nice to to meet you, I’m Izzy. I see you guys are having a good time. Even my dear brother is letting his hair down.”

That earned her a huff from Alec, who then mumbled something about him being not as stuck up as they’re always making him out to be. Which made the group fall into a fit of laughter but (Y/N) didn’t really care about any of that.

“Uhm.. Hi? I mean, nice to meet you too,” (Y/N) stumbled over her words a little, which, however, earned her weird looks from Clary and Simon. Both of them not being used to (Y/N) being timid or shy.

“Well, I’ll get a drink too then. I think I’ve got some catching up to do,” she made her way overt o the bar, (Y/N)’s eyes following her every step.

“What was that?” (Y/N) was pulled out of her trance by Clary’s question.

“Hm?” she looked at the red head.

“You just did a complete 180 when Izzy turned up.”

“Well how do you expect me not to? She’s gorgeous! Those red lips and that leather jacket! Leather jackets make everybody look amazing... and she was looking amazing to begin with. Damn, you know I’m a sucker for the bad bitch look”, she whined.

“Wait.. I know that talk. You talked the same when you just got together with that Eustace dude, that turned out to be a creep. You’re crushing on her! You’re crushing on Izzy!” Simon exclaimed, making his sister whince at his volume. She didn’t want Izzy to possibly hear.

“Wait, so you dated a dude named Eustace and were surprised when he turned out a creep?” Jace asked (Y/N) with an amused expression on his face.

“Simon I swear! If you don’t shut up I’ll tell everybody about that time you wet your pants because you were so excited to meet Celine Dion at the mall when you were seven! ...Oopsies,” she sent her brother a cheeky grin.

Jace almost choked on his drink when he heard that.

“And as for Eustace..” - she directed her answer towards Jace - “that boy way fine. It’s not my fault he turned out to be a ‘nice guy’.” she retaliated.

“You know you can joke about me all you want- “

“Oh, I will”

“As I said. You can joke about me all you want but you know I’m right. You like Izzy and you should totally ask her out.” (Y/N)’s big brother got serious for a minute.

Simon wanted his sister to be happy. It wasn’t only his and Clary’s lives that got turned upside down. The three of them were really close and with both Simon and Clary gone (Y/N) completely lost her support system. It hurt Simon to know that he couldn’t always be there for his little sister so every chance he got to take care of her, he was determined to use.

“Simon, I don’t even know if Izzy likes girls.”

(Y/N) was starting to grow frustrated when Alec spoke up, “She does... I thought you’d like to know”

(Y/N)’s head whipped around to face Alec and then looked back to her brother, who had a knowing smile on his face.

“Doesn’t matter anyways. She doesn’t even know me. I don’t know her. Why would I ask her - “ (Y/N)’s answer was interrupted by Izzy’s return.

“What are we talking about, guys?” she asked while finding a seat between her brother and (Y/N), sending the girl a smile that made her blush more than (Y/N) cared to admit.

“Oh, just Simon’s inability to hold his bladder,” Jace tried to sound nonchalant but couldn’t keep the smile out of his voice.

“Well, that sounds interesting ... anybody care to explain?” Izzy grinned at Simon.

Right as Jace was about to open his mouth Simon interrupted him, “Anybody care not to?”

After that the group got talking again. Izzy got filled up on everything she’s missed while she was busy at the institute.

“(Y/N), Clary told me your in college, yes? What are you studying?” Izzy turned to the girl next to her.

“It’s something called sociology. It’s basically the study of human interactions and social problems. It’s really interesting. I mean to me at least.” she answered. Izzy seemed interested but (Y/N) was too flustered to actually keep a conversation going. And it didn’t help that Simon stirred the conversation to (Y/N) every chance he got.

“Izzy! Did you know my sister has a thing for leather jackets? Where did you get yours? She told me she really liked the way the jacket looks on you when you were over there getting your drink.” Simon asked her. On one hand he really wanted his sister to act on her crush but on the other hand he also enjoyed teasing her a little bit like she always teased him.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened when Simon said that, cursing him for being so forward.

Izzy’s eyes lit up, she loved talking fashion and makeovers especially.

“Really? That’s great! I dont remember where I got this particular one but I have some more in my room at the institute. Leather jackets are actually kinda like work attire for us shadowhunters, you know? You should totally come over sometime and I’ll set up a whole outfit for you. I already have some jewelry in mind that could really enhance your eyes. You’ll look just great. I mean.. not that you don’t look great now. You’re beautiful obviously..” Izzy got a little carried away but got more quiet towards the end when she realized that she started to ramble.

(Y/N) blushed even worse than before. Izzy called her beautiful. She couldn’t believe her ears but quickly got her act together and answered the dark haired shadowhunter beside her, “Yeah sure. That’d be cool. Let’s do that sometime.” She sent Izzy a little smile.

“Yes! Sounds like a date, guys”, Simon chimed in, “speaking of dates, (Y/N) you’re not seeing anybody lately, are you?”

“Simon stop.” Clary warned her best friend. She knew what he was up to and she agreed that Izzy and (Y/N) would be a great match. Their personalities would compliment each other amazingly if (Y/N) just stopped being so insecure. But setting them up like this wasn’t the right way.

“And what about you, Iz? Is there a special someone in your life right now?”

Simon was acting strange. Izzy furrowed her brows and sent a look towards Simon first and towards (Y/N) after.

“Sorry guys, I gonna go catch some fresh air.” (Y/N) excused herself and left the bar.

Clary hurried after her, throwing Simon a disappointed look on the way.

When she arrived outside she found a pissed (Y/N) pacing the pavement.

“That idiot. Who does he think he is? Dr. Phil? Oprah? Is a simple nice evening of hanging out to much to ask for?”

“See, I get that you’re angry with Simon but he’s really just trying to help. We’ve all seen the way you look at Izzy. You two’d have chemistry, (Y/N). Don’t you see that? You’re his little sister and he wants to make sure you’re happy. I know he took it too far but he had good intentions.” the red head tried to reason with her friend.

“No, Clary. I don’t see that. And Simon should really know better. I’m not part of your world and let’s be honest - I won’t be Simon’s little sister for long anymore either. Give or take one, two years and I’ll be older than him. I get it. I really do. You got new friends, new lives and shit and I’m really, really trying to be as supportive as I can be but I’m still back home and trying to forcefully insert me in your situation will only do harm. Look at you, look at Izzy, look at Jace and Alec. Hell, even Simon looks cool lately. Why would a girl like Izzy go out with me? I’m not even supposed to know of her existence. So I appreciate your concern but I will not ask out Isabelle Lightwood!”

“Why not?”

(Y/N) was rigid, she knew exactly who this voice belonged to but she still prayed that it’d be anybody but Izzy standing behind her. But no such luck, when she turned around the one and only Izzy Lightwood stood before her with a worried expression on her beautiful face but nonetheless her arms crossed firmly across the chest.

“I should leave you two to it, I think,” Clary mumbled awkwardly while stepping around (Y/N), sending a sympathetic smile towards her.

(Y/N) sat down on the curb rubbing her hands over her face. She was exhausted. Izzy took that as an invitation to join her.

“How much of that did you hear?”

“Enough. Even though I don’t understand what you were saying. Why are you so hard on yourself?” she looked at (Y/N) for a long time. When she didn’t answer the shadowhunter continued, “You’re beautiful. I meant what I said earlier. You’re really pretty and I would love to get to know you. I saw how you were making everybody laugh with your personality - even my brother. I don’t know if Clary told you but Alec is really suspicious of strangers, especially ones that aren’t part of our world. This life we’re living is often very serious and we all had our fair share of grief. So maybe an outsider to lighten up the mood is just what we need. It’s certainly what I need.”

By the time Izzy finished (Y/N) didn’t feel as bad anymore but she was still insecure, “I just don’t understand why would you like me if there’s-”

“I’m gonna kiss you now”

“You’re gonna do what now?”

(Y/N) hadn’t even finished her question before she felt Izzy’s soft lips upon hers. It only took her a second or two to react but then she kissed her back. It wasn’t a lustful kiss, nor was it just a little peck, but it was an innocent and pure kiss, that the both of them shared.

When the two separated neither of them said a word. They sat comfortably until (Y/N) broke the silence, “So... was this red lipstick transfer proof or..?”

That earned her a giggle, which (Y/N) thought she could get used to.

“Okay, how about we’ll go out sometime and see where this will lead us, huh? I really want to get to know you,” Izzy asked the girl next to her.

“I feel the same way,” (Y/N) smiled.

Isabelle scooted over a little closer to her and they switched back to sitting in comfortable silence with the occasional nudge and giggle.

“Hey? Everything alright out here?” Alec was sent out by Simon and Clary to check up on the two girls because they didn’t know if (Y/N) was still angry and Simon didn’t want to risk being of the receiving end of it, eventhough he would have deserved it.

When Alec saw the two lovebirds all huddled up together a smile found it’s way on his face, “How about we go back inside now? It’s cold outside and Jace just volunteered to buy another round”

(Y/N) was the first to get up, offering her hand to Izzy to help her up, which she gladly took. Not that she needed it, it was just a nice gesture.

Back at their table they all took their former seats but this time (Y/N) was a lot more relaxed.

When Simon noticed the change in his sisters demeanor he tried to tease her a little, assuming that she’d not be angry at him anymore now that everything worked out, “I knew you two would get along just fine, little sister. That’s why you always trust in your big bro.”

(Y/N) raised her eyebrows at him but two could play that game, “Hey, Iz... you know Celine Dion, don’t you?”

Before she could answer Jace’s laughing voice interrupted the girl, “Man, I just LOVE that story.”

#izzy lightwood x reader #izzy lightwood imagine #shadowhunters imagine #isabelle lightwood imagine #isabelle lightwood x reader

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incarnateirony · 4 years

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Hey dude! Do you have any recommendations for LGBTQ+ movies in the romance genre that have like a happy ending. I really don't care how old they are. I'm feeling the Gay™ hence I need the Gay™. You feel me?

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First sorry for taking so long, not only did I have to timeline this :) but :) my computer :) froze :) after writing like :) 2 pages :) and I had to do it again :)

So anyway let it be said, the LGBT dialogue is one of osmosis and shared growth and awareness. Some of these films will be very poorly dated, but as you (thankfully) mentioned that them being old wasn’t a *problem*, expect a lot of old stuff. Because one of the most important things to have under your belt when talking about the LGBT media representation battle is the actual journey from A to B – be that incrementalization, subtextual inclusion, text-breeching features, outright evocative and groundbreaking films at the time (which is what MOST of this list will be) and an improvement in our dialogue; let us never forget that while tr*nss*xual is considered a slur and transgender is proper, tr*nss*xual was at one point the politically correct way to speak it – things like that breach in our growing understanding of the spectrum of human sexuality.

I *WILL* disclaimer these aren’t all romance, so if you explicitly want romance, google them and take a look if it sounds to appeal, but I’m taking this as a general cinema history plug considering what a confused mess fandom conversation about LGBT history in film or modern text as applicable, accepted or not.

Wonder Bar (1936) (I wouldn’t really call this queer cinema, but if you have the time to watch it too, I think it was the first explicit mention of homosexual engagement even if it was fleetingly brief. You might even call it Last Call style. A blink and you’ll miss it plug that was still decades ahead of its time)

Sylvia Scarlet (1936) (Again, I wouldn’t call this queer cinema, but a lot of the community takes it as the first potential trans representation on TV due to the lead literally swapping gender presentation, even if the presentation is… not what we would modernly call representation IMO)

Un Chant d'Amour (1950) (Worth it for the sheer fact that it pissed off fundies so bad they took it all the way to the US supreme court to get it declared obscene.)

The Children’s Hour (1961) (also known as the 1961 lesson to “don’t be a gossipy, outting bitch”)

Victim (1961) (The first english film to use the word “homosexual” and to focus explicitly on gay sexuality. People might look on it disdainfully from modern lenses, but it really helped progress british understanding of homosexuality)

Scorpio Rising (1964) (Lmao this one deadass got taken to court when it pissed people off and California had to rule that it didn’t count as obscene bc it had social value, worth it for the history if nothing else)

Theorem (1968) (Because who doesn’t wanna watch a 60s flick about a bisexual angel, modern issues and associations be damned)

The Killing of Sister George (1968) (by the makers of What Ever Happened To Baby Jane)

Midnight Cowboy (1969) (…have I had sassy contagonists in RP make a Dean joke off of this more than once, maybe)

Fellini-Satyricon (1969) (AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THIS)

The Boys in the Band (1970) (This… this… this made a lot of fuss. Just remember leather)

Pink Narcissus (1971) (a labor of love shot on someone’s personal camera)

Death in Venice (1971) (This is basically a T&S prequel but whatever, based on a much older book)

Cabaret (1972)

Pink Flamingos (1972) (SHIT’S WILD)

The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant (1972) (The title doesn’t lie, be warned)

The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975) [god I hope you’ve at least seen this]

Fox and His Friends (1975) (some really hard lessons that are still viable today, that just because someone acknowledges your sexuality doesn’t mean they give a shit about you as a person, and that some will even abuse the knowledge for gain)

The Terence Davies Trilogy (1983) (REALLY interesting history look it up, it’s sort of one of those “drawn from own experience” story short sets)

The Times of Harvey Milk (1984) (Documentary)

Desert Hearts (1985) (Pretty much the first film to put lesbianism into a good light as a true focus based on a novel from the sixties)

Parting Glances (1986) (the only film its creator got out before his death from the aids epidemic)

Law of Desire (1987) (two men and a trans woman in a love triangle, kinda ahead of its time)

Maurice (1987) (This one’s really interesting, cuz it was based on a book made about 15 years before it, but the book itself had been written half a century earlier and wasn’t published until after the guy died, he just thought it’d never get published Cuz Gay, so basically it’s based on a story written in like, the 20s finally getting screen time. It has a bittersweet but positive-leaning-ish ending without disregarding the cost that can come with it and even addresses class issues at the same time 100% DO RECOMMEND)

Tongues Untied (1989) (a documentary to give voices to LGBT black men)

Longtime Companion (1990) (This one’s title alone is history, based on a NYT phrasing for how they talked about people’s partners dying, eg longtime companion, during the AIDS epidemic)

Paris Is Burning (1990) (Drag culture and related sexual and gender identity exploration as it intersected with class issues and other privileges explored in a documentary)

The Crying Game (1992)( I should correct this that I guess it’s more, 1992 considered, “SURPRISE, DIL HAS A DILL!” – I guess I really didn’t do that summary justice by modern language and dialogue as much as how people in the 90s were talking about that and that’s a my bad. LIKE. SEE, EVEN I CAN FUCK UP MY LANGUAGE I’M SORRY CAN I BLAME THE STRAIGHTS T_T) #90skidproblems – I guess I should call it a trans film. And this alone tells me I should go watch it again to recode it in my brain modernly rather than like circa de la 2000 understanding.

The Bird Cage (1996) (So you mix drag culture, otherwise heterosexually connected lovebirds, and then realize the girl comes from an alt-rightish house and the guy comes from a Two Dads Home and does cabaret, how to deal with the issues OF this conflict when it’s between you and your happiness, even if the fight isn’t even your own as much as it is that of the person you love. The answer is PROBABLY NOT to dress in drag and pretend to be straight, but what are you going to do? – while played for laughs we’d consider modernly crude, the fact that they even dared to approach this narrative was pretty loud)

The Celluloid Closet (1996) (Ever heard of the Vito Russo test for LGBT representation? This is based on a book by Vito Russo.)

Happy Together (1997) (Ain’t this shit an ironic name; a mutual narrative, via chinese flick, of hong kong ceding to china and an irrevocably tangled MLM pairing as a giant mirrored metaphor)

Boys Don’t Cry (1999) (one of the most groundbreaking films about trans identity at the time)

Stranger Inside (2001) (As easy as it is to recoil to the idea of “black gays in jail”, the film makers actually went and consulted prisoners and put a great deal of focus into intersectional african american issues that really weren’t around even in straight films at the time)

Transamerica (2005) (While it made a bit of a fuss for not casting an actual trans actor, it was one of the first times a big budget studio really tried to tackle it which really pushed us forward)

Call Me by Your Name (2017) (since I’ve apparently leaned really heavy old cinema throw in a modern one lmaooooo)

Also honorable The Kids Are All Right (2010) mention for the sake of the fucking title alone.

And to any incarnation of “On the Road” by Kerouac, which

Was originally a book

Released a sanitized de-gayed edition because of the times

Later released the full homo manuscript

had a few film adaptations

Was one of Kripke’s founding inspirations for Supernatural once he left behind “Some reporter guy chases stories” and took the formula of Sal and Dean (and tbh later, Carlo) in a beat generation vibe gone modern as we know it today.

Reading both versions of this can actually help some folks currently understand that when you get confused over some shit (WHY IS CARLO SO UPSET? WHY IS HE ACTING LIKE AN UPSET GIRLFRIEND??? WHY IS HE SO JEALOUS AND SAD WHEN DEAN IS AROUND GIRLS???? WE JUST DONT KNOWWWWWWWWWWWWW) it’s because some big money asshat bleached the content, and sometimes, it takes a while for the full script to come out and again, surprise, it’s been GAY, they just didn’t want to OFFEND anybody. *jazz hands*

Now if you wanna go WAY WAY BACK, during 191X years, a bunch of gender role flicks came out like Charley’s Aunt, Mabel’s Blunder and the Florida Enchantment.

Also where is @thecoffeebrain-blog to yell about the necessity of watching Oz, for the next few hours? But no, seriously, just look into the entire LGBT *HISTORY* of Oz.

Beyond that though I’m gonna stop here cuz hi that’s a lot. I really don’t know how much counts as “happy ending” but if I had to give an LGBT cinema rec list, that’s it as a sum. I don’t really have like, a big portfolio of UWU HAPPY ENDING GAYS because 1. there aren’t a lot of those but 2. to me, it’s not about the ending, it’s about the journey. Be that in flick or through culture and history itself.

If you want more happy ending stuff, you definitely have to look at 2010+, but it’s not like we’re in a rich and fertile landscape yet so honestly just googling that would probably serve you better since I don’t explicitly explore romance genre or happy endings to really have a collection. LGBT life is hard and film often reflects that if we’re making genuine statements about it and really representing it, and we’re just now getting to a point of reliably having the chance at a happy ending. That or maybe someone can add like “Explicit happy endings” lists after this that has more experience in that subgenre.

Also, I can’t emphasize ENOUGH to remember what was progressive then is not what is progressive now, and frankly, what some people think is progressive now they’ll probably look back on what they said and feel really fuckin’ embarrassed. See: “It’s not text because by alt right homophobic dialogue, M/M sex isn’t gay if you do the secret handshake” MGTOW kinda crazy ass dialogue or parallel narratives they inspire that encourage self-closeting and denial based on the pure idea that being gay makes you somehow lesser, so It’s Not That. Like. I am. 99% sure. At least half of the people talking in this fandom. Are going to regret that the internet is forever. And maybe hope hosting servers end in the inevitable nuclear war that will annihilate this planet.

Also, edit: Speaking of mistaken dialogues and words aging poorly, I’d like to apologize from the poor description I rendered “The Crying Game” with, but that really goes to show how deep-seated the issue is we can so casually fuck up identifying a trans narrative as SURPRISE DICK IS GAY when we were all absorbing the content like 20+ years ago and HOW HARD it can be to de-code yourself from that kind of programming because here I am, writing a giant assed rep post and fucking it up because my brain hadn’t soaked that movie since Y2K. Guess what, time for me to go watch the Crying Game again.

#lgbtqia #representation #media #cinema history

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