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[slvt4felix]

I Could Never Hate You (Part ||)

Pairing -> ninth member!reader x Lee Minho WC -> ~2,700 words Includes -> lots of fluff, a little bit of angst, swearing, one small sexual innuendo, some Lee know tissue violence, arguing, Jeongin appearance, reader has anxiety but it's not mentioned as much in this part Summary -> Due to the late night revelations, you nearly forget all about your argument with Hyunjin. Will you be able to forgive him? Author's note -> I tried to make this one a little lighter to hopefully end this story on a much happier note. So don’t mind my dreadful attempt of comedy. Let me know if you want part 3! I hope you have a happy new year!

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You gently begin to wake up feeling something soft move beneath your head. You groan lightly, not quite wanting to wake up just yet. This has to be some of the best sleep you have ever had in your life. It's warm and cozy, and you somehow feel thoroughly rested, which is often hard to come by when on tour in a different country. Some may say the day before had exhausted you, or maybe the hotel room was just really nice, but as soon as you manage to blink your eyes open, you know the true reason. You have finally found your way back home.

You shift slightly, the sun, peaking between the curtains and painting the room a beautiful golden color, was unfortunately shining right in your eyes. Now facing away from the window, you glance up at Minho, still clad in his basic white tee and sweatpants. Neither of you had even bothered to pull the blankets back up, rather seeking warmth from just each other. The blankets are still ruffled at the end of the bed from whatever Minho had been doing before you had entered the room yesterday, unbeknownst to the life-changing events that were about to occur. You slept all night laying on his chest with his arm wrapped tenderly around you, holding you close. This is definitely the reason you slept so well the night before. Who knew cuddling with your enemy could have such a positive effect?

Minho starts to grumble a bit underneath you and you begin to panic, not wanting him to wake up yet. You just want to cherish this sweet moment for as long as possible, too afraid of how his brain will react when he wakes up. There's always the chance he will regret it all, or maybe he was just joking, or maybe he was drunk. Okay, that last one might not make too much sense but you can't help but worry through all the possibilities. Your thoughts begin to race, forgetting the most important what if. That maybe, just maybe, he really did feel the same about you and everything he said last night was entirely true.

A hand caresses your cheek, breaking you from your destructive chain of thoughts. Your eyes fall upon Minho with his eyes cracked open and a gentle smile gracing his features. He must have woken up at some point while you were too lost in thought to notice.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" he asks, his eyes searching yours as if he could find all the answers to the universe within your gaze. You simply hum, not particularly fond of telling him the insecurities that were just previously running through your head. Although you love the man dearly, you are going to need a bit of time to learn to trust him again, but that's okay. Relationships need time, communication, and work to make them last.

You lean in to press a kiss to Minho’s cheek, his fluffy morning hair and groggy voice making your heart flutter. The two of you stare at each other, absorbing the moment. Despite the rough night four out of nine members had, there was still a lot of work to be done. In the life of an idol, there was no time for rest. But for now, you were going to appreciate the peaceful moment shared between the two of you. They hadn’t released a set time to leave yesterday, but neither of you worried. Chan will come around knocking on the door eventually letting everyone know when to be ready by. It’s the same routine that has happened at every stop this tour. The only difference now being you and Minho holding each other while waiting for the eventual interruption to come.

Just as expected, a hesitant knocking sounds through the room. Minho instantly groans and closes his eyes again. You sigh exaggeratedly, realizing you're actually going to have to depart from the warm bed. As you pull away from Minho, he frowns and makes grabby hands towards you, as if he wasn't well aware of the reason you were leaving. You swat at his hands, letting a small giggle escape as you approach the door. You swing it open without bothering to look in the peephole, assuming it was simply Chan on the other side to let you know the schedule for the day. Instead you open the door to Hyunjin, who appears very surprised as if he had almost expected you to not answer at all. Honestly, you probably wouldn't have answered if it wasn't for you believing whole-heartedly that it was Chan. Surprisingly, the fight from last night with Hyunjin hadn't been the first thing on your mind when waking up this morning.

However, as you stare at the nervous boy in front of you, you're reminded of all the cruel, harsh words he said to you just the night before. The look of annoyance was now seared into your brain. How could your best friend do that to you? Your heart starts to ache as you think about all your favorite moments with him trying to decipher how it could have lead up to this.

He brings his eyes up from where they shot to the floor when you first came out. Upon making eye contact, it's clear just how nervous he really is. There is deep regret painted across his face and sincerity within his gaze. He looks like he came with something to say, his mouth opening and closing again as he tries to get the simple words out.

"Why are you here?" you ask him, not too unkindly. You simply want to give him a way into a conversation; he looks scared half to death that your just gonna slam the door in his face.

"I wanted to apologize, I am so so sorry," he says, emphasizing the last part heavily. Just hearing those words is almost enough to make you cave and forgive him again. He is your best friend after all. You're pretty sure he didn't mean any of it, especially after the reassurances provided by Minho the night before, but it doesn’t take away all the harsh words that were spoken.

"Why would you say that to me?" you ask, hurt audible in your tone. "You know how insecure I am about that stuff."

"I didn't mean to hurt you, I was just really frustrated.”

“Well you did and it seems like you don’t even care how you made me feel.”

“Of course I care,” he says, offended at your accusation.

“Well it sure as hell seemed like you couldn’t give two shits last night.”

He simply stares back at you, regret running deep in his eyes. There’s a slight sparkle to them, enough to tell that he’s starting to tear up. He brings his hand up, scrunching the area between his eyes with his fingers. You almost remind him not to, telling him that it’ll bring wrinkles to his perfect face, but you hold yourself back remembering the unfortunate situation. Things aren’t okay between the two of you. It’s a weird felling considering it’s something that hasn’t really happened before.

Since the start of the band it’s really been you and Hyunjin. You were one of the favorite friendships for the fans to obsess over, and you loved it just as much as they did. You were two peas in a pod, never leaving each other's side.

You would’ve never expected for something like this to happen. Hyunjin wouldn’t do that to you.

But you have to think rationally if you want to keep the friendship. You can’t just throw all the years down the drain. He’s human, and he makes mistakes.

You hear Hyunjin inhale sharply from where he stands in front of you. You can tell he’s desperately trying to hold his sobs in, not wanting to make this about himself.

“Fucking idiot,” he whispers under his breath sending a pang through your chest. “Could we sit down and talk about it? I really want to make it up to you,” he says, regaining his composure. He straightens his back, his hands sliding into the pockets of his sweatpants. He nervously rocks forward a bit on his feet awaiting your answer.

As much as you want to talk it through, you’re not exactly comfortable with him right now. The idea of sitting down with him and being alone is definitely not on your to-do list. You need some time to process before you can get to that point. You’re sure that if you were to try to talk it out, it would probably turn into another argument, which is something you are desperately trying to avoid.

You glance back into the room, feeling Hyunjin’s eyes analyzing your movement. Minho is still in there, and it’s not really the time or place to dig deep into what happened. Time may be the main healer in this situation. He’s just going to have to regain your trust.

“Listen, now’s not really the best time. I’m not really ready to forgive you yet, but I’m not mad at you, okay?” He nods slowly, taking in your words. You can tell he’s disappointed, but he’s aware he’s not in the position to argue.

His eyes suddenly widen, a realization occurring. His eyes shift back to the room behind you.

“Is Minho in there? How did it go?” he asks, a sneaky smile growing on his face, completely amused at the situation.

"It went fine," you say shortly, trying to get Hyunjin to take a hint. Instead, he gently pushes past you into the hotel room. You would've shut the door on him had it not been suspicious. You spin around as Hyunjin struts into the room. You stare at him, confused considering you had just told him you weren't willing to talk right now.

You simply watch in wonder as he looks around, stepping back slightly when he notices an intimidating Minho, staring back at him from one of the beds. You may agree to be civil with Hyunjin while he attempts to make up for everything, but that doesn't mean Minho will. You're sure his typically empty threats will finally start to hold true.

Minho is still laying on the bed right where you had left him. His phone is in his hand, as if he had been trying to distract himself from listening to your conversation. However, it seems like the phone was neglected upon Hyunjin abruptly entering the room. His eyebrows are raised in a slightly annoyed manner. He hadn't been expecting Hyunjin to actually come into the room. His eyes shift from Hyunjin to you, and you quickly look away, embarrassed to be caught staring.

Although you would never admit it to his face, damn did he look hot while he was annoyed.

"You two slept in the same bed," Hyunjin says matter of factly, bringing you out of your thoughts. Your mouth opens in shock, not understanding how he could've possibly figured that out. Minho, however, doesn't take the moment of pause.

He instantly fires back, "Yah, don't start making accusations." He sits up a bit on the bed, prepared to chase after Hyunjin, like their fights usually result in.

"So, you're telling me you two did not sleep in the same bed?" he asks with his eyebrows raised in challenge. He glances between both of you as you try to figure out what to say. You don't want to lie to your best friend, but also based off what happened last night, he doesn't really deserve to know.

Minho beats you to it answering, "That's none of your business." He says it casually followed by a shrug of his shoulders. You nearly face palm, already knowing Hyunjin's reaction.

He instantly lights up, believing his theory to now be confirmed. He makes eye contact with both you and Minho, before he makes a run for it. He spins around and rushes for the door.

"Guys I won. I won the bet!" he begins to yell as he makes it to the hallway. Luckily, this was one of the few hotels you have stayed at where you had a whole floor to yourselves. There was a close encounter with fans at your last hotel, and they wanted to be extra cautious.

Hyunjin takes advantage of this, although you're not quite sure if it's purposeful or if he's just too excited to care. He goes to yell again, wanting to let the rest of the boys know the exciting news, but he is instantly cut off with a hand to his mouth. He recognizes it as Minho's, remembering the taste of dry tissues all too well.

Hyunjin nearly stumbles as he is dragged back into the room by the shorter man. Minho isn't too rough though, completely aware of his limits. He doesn't want to hurt him, maybe just restrain him.

Minho pushes him into the desk chair standing behind it. Hyunjin spits out the tissues, frustrated at being the victim of Minho's crimes yet again. He goes to stand up, eager to spill about your relationship to everyone, but he is kept seated by firm hand on his shoulder.

“Might as well tie him up while you’re at it” you say, giggling at Minho's antics.

“How’d you know I was into that?” Hyunjin retorts, a shit eating grin plastered on his face. In contrast, behind him Minho's face contorts into one of pure disgust. You can’t help but laugh at the craziness of the scene in front of you. The silliness is refreshing after the dramatic night before.

“Y/n, hand me more tissues,” Minho says, a look of determination growing on his face.

“I don’t know if that’s necessary…”

“He’s asking for it at this point,” he argues back, stretching his arm out obnoxiously. You shrug, unable to disagree with his point, emptying the last of the tissue box into his hand.

Panic fills Hyunjin’s eyes as he stares at you with deep betrayal. You simply laugh, aware that he's not actually upset.

Suddenly, all three of your heads snap towards the cracked open door as it's pushed open the rest of the way. It had been left slightly open after Minho dragged Hyunjin back in. You're nervous to see who it is, scared for the teasing to come if they find out. It's not that you don't want them to know about you and Minho, you just don't want to give them the satisfaction of being right. They've been trying to get you guys to interact again for years, so they are definitely going to give you a rough teasing over it. Plus, it doesn't sound like a bad idea to keep Minho to yourself for a little bit longer.

The door lightly hits the wall and the person is revealed. Jeongin is staring at the scene before him with wide eyes. The room is a little trashed due to Hyunjin knocking over a few things in the process of the kidnapping, and he looks terrified as Minho is holding tissues. It's definitely not the most welcoming thing he's ever seen.

He had come running out of his room after hearing Hyunjin yell, unsure as to what he had said. He was staying in the room next to you two and had simply wanted to check on Hyunjin or maybe join in on the fun.

However, this was not something he wanted to be included in this early in the morning. Hyunjin gives him pleading eyes, practically begging Jeongin to stay. The maknae doesn't listen, rather breaking eye contact and leaving for his room, too scared to be on the recieving end of Minho's wrath. He hadn't even said anything, his simple observance enough to make him leave.

That wouldn't be the end of it though, he knows he'll learn all about what happened eventually. He leaves with a small smirk, wondering if they had finally managed to finally get you and Minho to make up.

Next part out now!

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[darlingofvalyria]

❝Like we're going to hustle the shit out of his brain.❞

part 01 | it's called a hustle, sweetheart

chapter summary:

[ The math is easy in Helaena's head. One brother, heartbroken and moping and in a red flag relationship redder than Mars, and one hot best friend who is definitely his type. It's 1 + 1 = 3, really. ]

[ 2,345 ] [ series masterlist ] | best friend's brother!aemond targaryen x f!reader, ft. cregan stark x f!reader & aemond targaryen x alys rivers,

contains— this is going to be comedic and stupid in its comedy, bear with me - fake dating, fwb situation, toxic on and off alysmond, no use of y/n - mentions of sexy times but no sexy times yet (it'll be coming though, so minors gtfo) - multi parts - no kings, no martyrs, no betas.

a/n— the main vibe is silly and sexy !! you're hel's hot friend !! you getting it down with cregan stark (as you should) !! dunno yet how many parts, but we vibing !! comment, reblog & like at will, mwa ♡

You and Hel watch her baby brother, Aemond of usually calm and pretty countenance, drag and wince as he took a mug of coffee- a slow, almost painful affair - mumble something, somewhat of a gratitude and an apology 2 in 1 special, and reverse drag and wince back into into the room.

It's a painful shuffle. A Michael Jackson awkward moonwalk attempt. A pitying regression from the usually very pretty boy you've made it a habit of teasing.

In the past few months, there hadn't be a lot of teasing from you.

When the door clicks, you turn to Helaena with an absurdly amused snort. "He's really such a pathetic little meow meow, huh?"

She slaps your arm. "Stop it. He's really down. Alys really did a number on him this time."

"She always seems to do a number on him every time they breakup." You fight the urge to roll your eyes, for the sake of the concerned frown on your best friend's pinched, starlight eyebrows.

After all, this isn't the first time of the very many on and off moments of the Alys and Aemond Train. You bore witness to it like you're sat in an empty cinema, popcorn stale and it hurts your jaw to chew, and the train has come unloose from the tracks about thirty minutes into the film, but the plot is predictable because it recycles.

Which makes it a garbage film you can hardly stomach, rolling your eyes and getting the fuck out of the cinema about to demand a refund.

Sure the first time, you felt bad, felt horrible for the both of them as it did seem like they loved each other. You had even commended the maturity of their decision, expressed sympathy and an even pious comments of 'but you were both so good together!'

But then the pity kind of loses its momentum when it's been the third time. The fourth. The fifth. So on and on and on...

At some point, you start thinking that maybe Aemond Targaryen— of pretty Jupiter glaze and cherry-pinched lips, a Greek god humbling at the image of Alicent Hightower and Viserys Targaryen's genes combined— third time's the charm! or fourth in Viserys' case, snort  — is kind of a masochist.

Because despite saying that they're growing toxic for each other, he comes back.

Every.

Goddamned.

Time.

The maturity made way for screaming matches, bolts of peaking jealousy, and purposeful social media posts made to hook, line, and sinker the other person— like. Gods.

There was pettiness. There was red flags. And then there was the Wikipedia page that pops up when you search 'who is the worst toxic relationship?' and it doesn't even have a paragraph. Or a sentence. Just a picture of Aemond and Alys.

If Aegon Targaryen was made of easy vices and churlish, lazy smirks— his fingers, though cold and sometimes clammy, are still nice against your shoulder when he makes lazy circles at an attempt to flirt before you laugh it off and threaten rip his balls off, because if there's a few things that piss off Helaena, it's her older brother trying to go near any of her friends —

Aemond liked it in deep, ruby-red shards of a cracked heart being put together again and again. At first with superglue. Now he was more or less going with prayers and spit.

At some point, the pity turns to amusement turns to a roll of your eyes turns to concern shifting from the young man to his sister, your best friend, left somewhat the only one left to care for her crash and burn of a baby brother.

And you know for a fact that Daeron Targaryen is a menace on a dirt bike, and yet out here, in these streets, Helaena was worrying for Aemond.

Their mother's favourite child, their grandfather's most studious, and the pride and ego of Kings Landing U Business Department.

Helaena isn't used to worrying about Aemond like this.

You're not used to Helaena worrying for Aemond like this, and the usually pretty boy you liked to tease was starting to piss you off because of it.

"Hel," you start carefully, knowing you're threading on dangerous waters. As much as Hel adored you and no matter how many times she says her brothers are idiots cut from a blended cloth of her Hightower and Targaryen roots— she was also unmistakably protective of them.

She sighs, putting down the pancake batter she was mixing, and you, who was in charge of actually frying them, turn. She had hoped to talk to Aemond when he woke up, but clearly he was still very much smashed at any attempts of comfort or reprimand, even she wasn't sure anymore.

"I know, okay?" Hel mutters. "I know it's stupid."

"It's not stupid," you rush. At her doubtful look, you insist. "It's really not. I care about the little punk too. Even though lately I kind of just... want to hang him by his boxers on the balcony... make him see reason from there."

It works, Hel laughs. Then she smirks. "That little punk is only three years younger than you and a whole foot taller, babe." Then she blinks. Eyes going wide as saucers, which would be comical if not for the fact that she looked like she got the prophecy of Bathroom Urge Number #1. "Oh gods. Oh my god!"

"...Did you poop yourself?" Her face descends into a scowl, swatting you with the bowl. You yelp, giggling. "Hey, hey! Stop- Hel, you're going to spill everywhere! You know kitchen rules! No violence near the stove!"

"I was about to say I got it, you harlot! I didn't shit myself!" But she stops pestering you with the bowl as you snort.

"Okay, one, harlot? Who are you? A medieval peasant?"

"Please. If we were in the Middle Ages, I'd be a princess."

"That's actually too true, my princess, how dare I."

Hel raises an eyebrow. "But back to point- wait, actually, damn, where were you last night?"

Helaena already knew the answer. Apart from the fact that it is a best friend's duty to be apart of every slight and win in another's life, you had used your regaling tales about Cregan Stark as a means to distract Hel from worrying about her brother every time he broke up (or her; they're very gracious to each other as they take turns in piling to this toxicity), once again, with Alys.

"At Cregan's," you respond lightly, turning to flip another pancake into an awaiting plate. You were at Cregan's last night, so you only found out about Aemond's newly- and briefly - placed single status this morning when you got into the apartment you shared with Hel. She promptly placed her brother in her room while she, seeing as you weren't in yours, slept on your bed.

"And what did you do?" She knew exactly what you did— what you both did, every time since meeting again two months ago at the bar you worked.

"I helped him, uh." You stuck your tongue out, busying yourself with breakfast to clench at an excuse. "With his taxes."

Helaena snorts. "What does taxes have anything to do with the hickies? Gods, you look like you got mauled."

You snicker, fingers briefly dancing over the blue and violet marks over your neck and collarbone. It dipped lower to your chest and thighs, but you weren't going to tell your best friend that. By her wry grin, she already knew anyway.

"Okay, okay, enough of that. You said you 'got it'? Got what? A way to stop your brother's toxic relationship with the very hot older woman that we all known and adore as Alys Rivers?"

"Yes!" Then she hesitates. "But... are you and Cregan...?"

"What? No! I told you." You roll your eyes. "It's just a thing with us. We're both single, not really ready for the dating scene. He broke up with a serious relationship not long ago, he's not ready for it, and I'm sorry, but unlike your brother, is dealing healthily with it."

"With you."

"With me, yes." You shrug, turning off the stove once you've scraped the entire bowl. "So no, we're not in a relationship. But what's your plan got to do with my amazing- and frequent - sex life?"

"And you're sure you don't like him like that?"

You roll your eyes. Hard. "Yes, my royal pain the ass, I am."

Before you can react, Helaena has grasped you by your arms, watery lavender eyes wide and begging.

"Hel, I love you, but I don't like you like that."

"I love you too and same, no, no—"

"What do you mean 'no, no'? That is so offensive—"

"—I mean Aemond."

"I don't really love your brother either, though, I find him extremely pretty," you muse.

"Good! Might help with my plan!"

"What is your plan?"

"I will owe you, so, so much."

Your eyes narrow. "The fact that you're not telling it to me straight means it's a big ask, Targaryen."

As guilt flashes in her eyes, you know you're right. "So, so much. I swear. I will do your laundry— the chores! All of 'em! For a month!"

"Helaena Targaryen, I swear to the gods—"

"Canyoupleasefakedatemybrother?!"

You blink, triyng to unwound what she just spat in one exhale. "I am not fucking the sad out of your brother, that is also not healthy."

"What!? No!" Hel inhales, enunciating better now. "I said, Can you please fake date my brother? My poor, heartbroken, wonderful, you said so yourself 'very pretty', baby brother?"

She blinks, owlish and pityingly, the way you know she knows has gotten her out of a lot of messes. Has gotten her brother, Aegon, out of a lot of messes with their grandfather, who you know to be an asshole to anyone— the incident when he sideway called you a whore, still very bright in your mind; a grudge that keeps on going — but his granddaughter.

"Hel, I adore you, but that's the single most, stupidest thing I've ever heard."

"No, no, it's a lot more complicated than just you fake dating him, duh, I mean like, he knows it too! Like we're going to hustle the shit out of his brain!"

Your eyes flicker to Helaena's room where said sad sack she wants to hustle the shit out of, is in. "Elaborate."

"I meant like. Okay, so we know how this is going to go, right?" She rolls her eyes, her voice lowering to a hush, but her grip on you is just as strong. "They're broken up, he mopes around for a few days, goes to the seven stages of grief the on steroids version, making weird posts and baits against Alys until one of them takes a bite, then they meet trying to feel each other, suss each other out, next thing you know, they're in bed together and we're back to the Good Days of Aemond and Alys as seen on TV! But oh wait, it's worse every time it recycles! Like your favourite show but with butt-ugly new cast they never address!"

Hel takes a deep breath, defeated and desperate all at once. "I am so tired of it. Mom is so tired of it. You're tired of it. And I know, deep down, Aems knows this isn't a sustainable way to love someone. To be in love with someone. But he doesn't know anything but Alys. She's his first everything- yeah, I know about that too, it's disgusting. But now... there's you! My very hot, very beautiful, very amazing best friend."

You nod. "I am agreeing with most of your points so far, especially the compliments geared toward me."

She playfully slaps your arm, continuing. "If we pitch this as like, you helping Aemond make Alys jealous... make it seem as if we're helping him out by sussing her out... you're a total bombshell, babe, Aems will see that there's more to love and lust than just Alys Rivers. It doesn't have to tell all, start and end with her. Every time." She grins as if she's so smart, finally releasing you and placing her hands on her hips to complete the look of 'Yeah, my idea is brilliant, I know'.  "We just need to get his eye away from the not really prize, and make him realise there's more than just the toxic in and out of a failing relationship with your first love."

It's hard to tell her that her idea might not be so bad after all, but Helaena is already grinning as she reads your face like an open book, jumping and clapping around silently.

"Hold on, girlfriend," you say lamely. "How are we even sure I'm his type? Imagine thinking all this, and I'm a plate of grass to a carnivore."

Helaena snorts. "Please, girlfriend. You're older than him, hot as hell, and has a coochie that keeps Cregan Stark well entertained that he's politely said no to the female population that wants him. You are not grass. You are a prime rib-eye they need to ship from the other side of the globe and further ruin our climate."

At your snort, a blush spreading across your face, you press your tongue against your cheek, not willing to concede just yet but feel your will slipping with all the positives.

First, no chores for a fucking month.

Two, you'll have fun (in his own way), adorable pretty boy Aemond again, sans the toxic.

"He can't fall in love with me, Helaena," you say carefully. "I'm serious. I don't like him that way."

She is already shaking her head.

"Of course not, he won't. We just need him to focus on anything else other than Alys. Gods bless her soul."

"She's still alive, Hel, Jesus."

"But you're perfect for this. No ones going to fall in love with anyone. I promise." Helaena grins, tearing a piece of pancake and popping it in her mouth. "My plan is foolproof."

A few thousand hours later, her plan, is in fact, not foolproof.

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[beelzeballing]

actually i dont think ive posted my thoughts on ofmd s2 overall here yet have i?

ok here goes: i think it had incredibly high highs, and at some parts i genuinely enjoyed it more than i did the first season, episode 6 being peak imo. however, it had equally abysmal lows with some glaring writing-, tone- and pacing issues that all came to a head in the finale.

i once read someone say that, if you ever feel like a finale ruined the whole story, maybe you should take another look at the story. there were most likely cracks and problems all along, and the finale did nothing besides dashing the hope that these would perhaps be addressed later. very rarely do genuinely well written stories go completely off the rails in the finale and ruin the whole thing.

i think this is applicable here in some ways, SPECIFICALLY in regards to edward. good god edward was a MESS this season, and it's so sad because i loved the starting point! the kraken era was absolutely terrifying and iconic as FUCK but... they shouldn't have leaned so hard into the drama and trauma of it all. don't get me wrong, i loved that it did. it's one of my favorite parts of the season and i'm so glad we got it. but if they wanted this arc to work with the overarching plot as they wrote it, they would've had to lighten up the tone here CONSIDERABLY. had they played the kraken era for comedy then sure! edward's bad youtuber apology would've been funny. his fast redemption would've been less jarring. the lack of consequences less disturbing. but as it stands in the show, this arc is too dark to function with the later episodes.

i feel like they wanted to have their cake and eat it too here. they wanted the gritty drama of ed coming off the hinges entirely but also didn't want to deal with the aftermath of such a heavy arc in their silly pirate romcom. be that due to time constraints and budget cuts or because they were simply unwilling to, doesn't really matter in the end. the result is the same either way: a very tonally messy season with some accidentally troubling implications regarding abuse.

and mentioning troubling implications regarding abuse; izzy. my poor, poor izzy... his arc was absolutely glorious. i liked izzy the second he showed up in s1 and i was absolutely EATING this season up in that regard. and i think in this case, they genuinely did fuck it all up in the finale with that one stupid choice:

choosing to kill izzy was the DUMBEST thing they couldve done here.

ive talked about this over and over and over again. ive reblogged so many meta posts. and still i am left absolutely flabbergasted by how stupid of a decision this was. the fridging, playing at the fallen woman trope, killing the beating heart of the season and the character who delivers what is essentially a thesis statement, killing off the character whose arc is about coming to terms with his disability, having him die in edward's arms, comforting him and apologizing after an entire season of finding community and love outside of edward, the absolutely godawful pacing of it all, the extremely easy and obvious solution of just having IZZY become the new captain of the revenge to mirror s1 and hammer home how much he has developed since then in one go... i could go on. and i have. it was a stupid writing decision, completely fucked the tone and pacing of the finale and took away attention and time from things that really would've deserved a better wrap up (lucius and black pete deserved better)

now. the whole prince ricky & zheng plot line... yeah that shit sucked ass, sorry. they bit off more than they could chew here. i honestly think those are the arc words of this season:

✨️ bit off more than they could chew ✨️

right off the bat: i think he was good as a concept. bringing in a foil for stede who just doesn't Get It as stede does could've made for very good comedy and drama (and to be fair there is some of that). but that shit got away from them extremely quickly. nothing about how he's implemented past his first episode works, and i think this is very specifically because he's mostly played as the comic relief in his debut episode. making this completely bumbling fool, who gets his nose hacked off on his first job, the main villain of your entire season is... definitely a choice. idk. he didn't work for me at all.

ok wow mentioning shit getting away from the writers. this definitely got away from me. this was supposed to be a short lil post. well. i guess tl;dr i loved this season but jesus christ there was a lot wrong with it. if you want to hear more thoughts. ask box is open. be my guest. i have more to say so even if you dont ask i might add more to this at some point but im tired and have work tmrw.

#i was going to do shit today and now look at me. #0:18 at night #laying in bed #writing this shit #i havent even eaten. #christtttt #moogsin' #ofmd #izzy hands #our flag means death #ofmd meta #ofmd critical #ofmd s2 #ofmd spoilers #the izcourse #im not tagging any of the other characters cuz i shittalk all of them 😭 #listen i love edward hes my babygirl but this season did him DIRTY.

[teufelsabbiss]

what if Shěn Qīngqiū's misandry leads to an all female Qing Jing peak?

Story idea: Time-travel fix-it I never saw before

So, either Shěn Qīngqiū dies after he was tortured by Luò Bīnghé or has visions of what will happen, and wakes up to a second run shortly after becoming peak lord of Qing Jing. The usual. But!

Big changes are due! No men/boys allowed on Qing Jing peak anymore!

Shěn Qīngqiū's reputation as a lecher causes all other peak lords except Yuè Qīngyuán to be outraged by this declaration. Even worse, this is yet another unreasonable demand the newly appointed sect leader acquiesces to.

Most of the old hall masters hate Shěn Qīngqiū enough to leave the sect anyway, so there are only female instructors left and new trained up. The older male disciples never get appointed to a high rank and are kicked out or leave once they are ready and the younger male disciples are taken in by the entirely too helpful sect leader. He's only ever choosing girls at the entrance tests. Within a relatively short time-span Qing Jing has turned into a second 'all female peak', with the peak lord as only exception. Maybe he even drags in girls that were born in the brothel or sold to them.

Shěn Qīngqiū is more relaxed than ever. He doesn't hate any of his charges and his disciples adore their strict, yet doting shizun in turn. (*After Shěn Yuan replaced Shen Jiu in the book he gave out head pats en masse and everyone was eager to get those. Well, all girl Qing Jing has even more of that now, even though it's still the original goods in charge!) It's totally normal and accepted to hug their shizun or trail after him while clinging to his sleeves etc. (Ning Yingying hugged his waist in the book, I think it's fun and reasonable to make her behavior the standard for other female disciples.)

This is obviously cause for more bad rumors, but Shěn Qīngqiū dgaf.

Peaceful sleep and not being around people he hates is doing wonders for his health and cultivation too. Almost everyone outside of the peak is weirded out by the positive attitude changes. The good mood doesn't survive extended contact with his martial siblings, but gets at least better again as soon as he's back on his peak.

There's countless attempts at catching Shěn Qīngqiū red-handed while molesting his poor disciples that all amount to nothing.

If one wants to get further with this, maybe one girl is bold enough to confront Yuè Qīngyuán and kick-starts the truth getting out. She'll obviously be the new all-time favorite baby-girl forever. Better cultivation and resolved heart demons could make him successfully save Liǔ Qīnggē.

(Luò Bīnghé being on another peak could go better or worse, though, depending where he ends up. Bai Zhan is not exactly friendly to its disciples...)

But anyway, what if Shěn Qīngqiū's misandry leads to an all female Qing Jing peak? That has potential for comedy and nice stuff.

(*edited to clarify a confusing point)

#svsss #shen jiu #shen qingqiu #story idea #writing prompt

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

So I spent a chunk of today very confused as to why this photo affected me so much. Why is Rhys, as Stede, in this photo, so dopamine inducing?

I’m a Quality Assurance Specialist / Software Developer by day, so I HATE not understanding how things work, and I thought, “Why not look at smaller pieces of it, one at a time to see what it’s made of?”

I decided to start on the light side of his face.

On this side you can see the signature smirk, and the sparkle in his eye. The foreground is lit and the background is bringing your eye towards the stairs, which triggers the imagination, because where does it go? Does he want you to go with him?

That’s the first thing I think that I realised made this photo so enticing to me, it’s not just a picture of Stede, it’s a picture of Stede with the promise of going somewhere with him. Somewhere you don’t know. He’s looking directly at the camera, and he’s grinning, and he’s focused on YOU.

Add to that-- bedroom eyes at their finest.

Moving on to the dark side of his face:

The tone has completely changed. Without the smirk, he looks confused or almost uncomfortable/nervous. The vein in his neck is tightened, and the adams apple looks like he just swallowed air, the eyebrow, not coupled with the smirk is furrowed slightly.

Now, in general I’d just like to shout out how amazing his facial range is, that Rhys can have two sides with different expressions. His physical comedy and acting is always so impressive to me. He must have cheek muscles for days. Moving on.

Back to the right side for a moment, but not the eyes. I’m convinced in some weird part of my brain that he’s got hypnotic powers in them because they always make me swoon, but I digress (really I think it’s just he uses his expressions to the fullest, and people can smile and provide intent with their eyes).

ANYWAY— both sides of the smirk are visible and so both parts look positive again, both look well meaning and playful. The view of the right cheek (his left) is really pronounced, so you can really tell he’s not just smirking but smiling, so it's a more intense look.

The arm position is more provocative, once again, shoulder and elbow directing your eyes to the stairs.

Provocative, as well, because of the hint of a bare chest. Strings as opposed to thick fabric in general seem to evoke more of a sexual intent (thongs, bikinis, etc). Like one pull of a string away and the whole thing will unravel. Again, enticing and suggestive.

Alright, on to the other arm. I didnt go into it much in the last picture of this side because I feel like his face distracts from the body language (because his face distracts from everything!). The shoulder is peaked, which even though he’s reaching up, gives off that feeling of a shrug which in itself can be suggestive if delivered in the right context.

The part that really stands out to me though is the fingers in the tassel. As we’ve seen in some of his other movies, and the scene at the restaurant before they run off, Rhys has purposeful but gentle finger movements— much like Stede's general personality.

Example 1: Love Birds

Example 2: Coconut Stede - GIF by bizarrelittlemew

They really are a tease. So much so that I've considered doing another appeal to the court, this time regarding Rhys’ slutty fingers, but I digress.

You can't see the tips of his fingers in the shot with the tassel, but it’s the reaching, and the obviously delicate touch that once again adds to the whole awkward yet suggestive nature of his arm.

Next up, no hands or elbow, just lower left jaw and chest. I mentioned previously that the vein in his neck looks tense. Without the eyes to provide context, it does look like he’s maybe a bit nervous.

From there, follow the line from his nose all the way down. Nose, to smile lines, to neck vein, which lines up perfectly with the seam in his shirt, which then draws your attention several ways, to the arm, down the shirt to the belt, or down the collar to the strings in the bare chest. That vein connects everywhere else together. We may not recognise it consciously, but these lines in photos and drawings can really make a difference in tone and intent.

Now after all that, time to go back to the face, this time framed a bit differently. Full Rhys headshot without the dark background with the stairs.

This shot, without the rest, looks much more confident to me. Less suggestive, and more haughty which I feel like is his signature captain look.

Please reference anytime he's in the English uniform, good lord.

A fun little extra thing, in this shot you can see the ring, bright gold, and it matches his hair. Harder to see that in the other shots because there’s too much else going on.

So, overall, this BTS photo is just generally phenomenal. It keeps the most important thing, Stede, lit and in the forefront but leaves trails for where your eyes should wander.

I think the reason this picture affects me so viscerally is because of the pure chaos of feelings in it. You have Confident Stede, Delicate Stede, Nervous Stede, Suggestive Stede, Playful Stede, Kind-eyed Stede, and it’s very much so much about the viewer. He’s looking at YOU, not at the person taking the picture. He’s expressing all those emotions at YOU. YOU are being offered to take his hand and go up to the dance and who knows where else. When I say "YOU", I mean Ed really in this context, but YOU get to feel like Ed for a bit in this photo.

You get to feel that goofy, accepting, loveable man dote on you, even for just a moment. For me personally, I've been starved for a long time of emotional affection, despite being married, and this kind of a glimpse into what Ed can and does experience is both tortuous and incredibly encouraging. It brings hope, and joy, and is just all around absolutely glorious. Thank you Samba and the rest of the bts crew that keep sharing these amazing glimpses of heaven.

#ofmd #our flag means death #stede bonnet #gentlebeard #rhys darby #ofmd bts #how can i get any work done when rhys darby exists #thank you samba #totally normal for rhys darby tumblr association

[dreamdaddydutch]

could you pls do a javier/arthur/charles/whoever you want x reader flinching away from them thinking they’re gonna hurt them when they’re in an argument? sorry this is a super touchy subject i completely understand if you don’t wanna do it 🙏🙏❤️

Hey, so this took me a sweet age to write! I started about two months ago but with my job, planning my trip to NZ, and comedy/the shows I promote and sorting out festival stuff - I've just been completely exhausted and had no time or energy to write :(

But I have finished this now, and am still around - hoping to get a few more things written in the coming month or two.

I decided only to do Javier, Arthur & Charles as it is quite a sensitive topic and I worried any more and it would start to sound samey. I hope this is okay! ❤️ I struggled a bit for using content warnings on this as there is no physical violence happening or mental abuse - it's just heated arguments. But if you know this is going to affect you please do not read.

Javier

Arguments with Javier were rare, but with the increased pressure among the gang they had become more frequent and heated. You knew the immense pressure Javier felt and how he was trying to hold everyone together, how he wanted to believe things would work out. Sometimes you just got in one another’s way.

It was an incredibly hot afternoon at Shady Belle, everyone was irritated, sweating, bitten by mosquitos and fed up. You’re not really sure how the argument started but within minutes the two of you were at one another’s throats shouting insults neither of you meant.

Micah was nearby laughing at you, only making the situation worse.

When you reached the peak of the argument Javier suddenly lurched forward, his fists clenched. You stop and freeze completely still, mouth open just a little to let the fearful yelp escape and you feel your body tense, please…you think…please not him too.

You screw your eyes shut and wait for the blow that never comes. Instead, you hear Javier sigh loudly before the rage took over and he let out a scream – his anguish clear.

As you open your eyes you find him facing away from you, hands in his hair desperately clutching at his head, completely exasperated.

“Javier?” You ask softly as you reach out to him, too afraid to touch him in case he reacts violently.

When he turns, he has tears in his eyes, not something you’ve seen before. Javier has never cried in front of you, but now he’s here, vulnerable, and open, “I could never, I would never,” he says.

You nod, you know he’s telling the truth. He would never hurt you. You hate what this place, what everything is doing to the two of you right now.

You take another step and wrap your arms around him, no words are needed. Life is tough, being in the gang right now is tough. Everyone is on edge, everyone wants to beat the shit out of someone, to scream, destroy, fuck, drink their way through this. Javier is no exception and neither are you.

As you hold one another he continues to apologise, his words barely audible but it’s clear how much this is hurting. True he had frightened you, knowing what Javier is capable of for a moment you really believed he could do it.

When you pull away Javier kisses you, there’s need dripping from him. He knows anger isn’t the solution but he needs to be with you alone, even if for one night. As if reading his mind you say, “There’s other ways we can let out our pent up frustration you know…”

Arthur

“How, how did you manage to fuck this up again!” Arthur shouts at you.

You don’t know how to answer him, he’s right of course. You have fucked up again and what you’d been asked to do couldn’t have been simpler and yet here you were, a complete failure and you’d let the one person you love, one person you trust down.

“I’m sorry Arthur, I didn’t…I know I fucked up.” You reply through sobs.

Arthur is exhausted, everyone at Beaver Hollow is exhausted. Being alive right now is exhausting, but at least you’re alive. Emotions though they still run high.

When Arthur doesn’t respond and just continues to pace up and down you cannot bare the silence, the anger in his voice, in his movements and body language is unbearable to be around. You’d rather he shouted and told you to leave, rather he did something, anything than continue to stew in the silence.

He turned to you then, red in the face and suddenly he seemed so much bigger, so much taller, broad…He seemed like a giant in comparison to you, Arthur had always been big but it was only now you noticed it and realised how easily he could break you in half. How his presence, his shadow dominated you. As he loomed over you, practically frothing at the mouth with rage, eyes bloodshot and crazed, his breaths hard and shallow you were sure he was going to go in for the kill.

You inhaled sharply and held your breath waiting for him to lash out, to hit or slap you, to kick you…something to get his frustration out. His fists were clenched, his body taunt and ready to release all that tension.

You screamed as Arthur moved and braced yourself for the impact.

Which didn’t come.

Arthur punched to the side of your head…quite far from your head in fact, so far he couldn’t have possibly ever meant to have hit you. His fist went through the flimsy wall of the hut behind you. And then he stayed like that without removing his fist.

For a moment you thought he may cry, he didn’t.

“Ahh hell.”

Arthur seems ashamed of himself in that moment; his head hangs heavy.

“I’m sorry, okay, I..I just need some time. You know,” he pauses choosing his words carefully, “the fist was never meant for you.”

You nod, “S’ok Arthur, come find me when you need me.”

He looked up, slowly removing his fist from the hut. The smile he offered was both small and sad, “I won’t be long.”

Charles

Charles stormed into the hotel room, immediately you felt irritated. This was supposed to be a nice night away for the two of you, away from the others and all the noise at camp.

But Charles had found something to be annoyed at, something to be irritated with and now that peace was shattered.

“Charles, please.” You’d pleaded. It wasn’t like Charles to be like this, he was usually so stoic and easy to get along with, rarely showing any extreme emotions so this was different, even by his standards.

He squared up to you, his chest practically puffed out and shoulders tensed. He looked bigger than ever. Usually this was something you loved about him and it made you feel safe. You thought of all the times he picked you up with ease, could carry you, make love to you…all while holding you and you with your legs wrapped round his waist.

But now he is imposing, his presence is a shadow…you shut your eyes waiting for something and flinch as you hear the floorboards creak when you

“Did you think?” He looks wounded as he speaks, shame flushed across his cheeks as he shakes his head. Charles appears disappointed in himself; he’s aware of how he was behaving and what impact this had on you.

“I’m so sorry y/n you know I’d never do a thing to hurt you don’t you?”

You nod, not just because he’s speaking in earnest and you detect no lies in his words, but because you know him sometimes better than he knows himself.

He pulls you to the bed and sits down next to you, his presence a comfortable weight that sinks in the mattress. He sighs heavy and places a hand on your thigh, “I am, I mean it.” He pauses, “I can’t believe I allowed myself to get that worked up, something is so wrong.” When he sighed you could see the weight on his shoulders.

A lot was wrong with the gang and everything you’d all been through together.

“But it’s not an excuse, I should never speak to you like that or behave like that.”

“It’s okay Charles,” you were still blinking back tears, but when Charles put his hand on your knee and gently squeezed and rested his head on your shoulder the healing begun.

#Javier Escuella #Arthur Morgan #Charles Smith #Javier Escuella x reader #arthur morgan x reader #charles smith x reader #cw: violence mention #requests #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 headcanons #my writing

[kpopjust4u]

Kinkmas - Day 22: Corruption W/ DPR ian

Post Date: 22nd December 2022 Content: Smut - Christian Yu/ DPR ian x Reader WC: 1.2K TW?: Friends with benefits/ Corruption/ Fuckboy!Chris/ Inexperienced Reader/ Reader has vulva/ Princess/ Bondage (Rope)

Summary: Of course, he couldn’t help himself from tainting you with his deepest and darkest desires when it’s a season to be good.

Masterlist               Kinkmas Masterlist                     Prompt list

Another friend-holiday Christmas. 

Yet this time, it’s just you and Chris, as everyone is all coupled up and being sickly cute with their significant others. Leaving you and Chris to spend the date that was planned, alone together. 

This would be a totally innocent friend Christmas date. You're friends - yes, both single but nothing could ever possibly happen, right? 

What else better to do on the day than to watch Christmas films that you’ve both seen multiple times before, and try your absolute best to find another to watch that you haven’t seen. 

Regardless, none of the options were standing out for you both. 

"Fuck this," Chris sighs, throwing the controller onto the coffee table in front of you both after pressing play on a random Christmas film. 

You couldn't help but laugh at his sudden frustration, making him side-eye you. Very unimpressed by your reaction to his outburst but that pearly white smile breaks free when he softens up, acknowledging that there was a little comedy to how he went about it. 

"So what have you done this week?" You break the ice first after staring into his eyes for a little longer than you expected to, almost getting lost in them as you try and hide your sudden attraction to your friend but this doesn't go a miss by him.

"Oh, nothing really. Just the usual, but I, unfortunately, won't see that girl again. She thinks I was weird for asking her to try something," Chris replies with the most nonchalant face ever. 

This was a regular occurrence and you have to be honest, you're never phased when he talks about his experience with girls but you were always curious how he manages to get around like that. 

Being relatively inexperienced yourself, you always wonder what it was like to have the chance to be laid by him. It was evident that your interest peaked, fully facing him as you rest your hands in your lap, being ready to fully listen to him whilst the TV plays in the background, "What was it?".

With wide eyes, Chris wasn't expecting you to ask that but is more than happy to share anyway, "I just wanted to try to see how things would pan out if I was in complete control, giving instructions and tying her to the bed. But I guess she wasn't into that stuff". 

With every single hair standing up on your body from the slight shyness you're feeling after hearing it, your core starts to ache for attention. 

Although, you try to keep yourself composed because you didn't know where you stand with him, "That sounds pretty fun, though!".

Your reply was to sound playful, but the more you look at him, the more you realise that you found yourself being sexually frustrated with him, practically a virgin wanting to be ruined by him.

"Oh yeah? I think it does, we should try it," The teasing in his voice makes your eyes widen to the size of plates as you swallow hard, heart racing until he finishes his sentence, "I'm only joking". 

Feeling slightly better but now you feel as though you missed your chance. 

It was now or never, make or break the moment as you gain a bit of confidence to get cheeky and playful, "I'm not joking though". 

He doesn't even react in a bad way at all, just a smirk extending on his face as he inches closer to you, closing the gap until he's practically hovering over you, "Are you sure you're not joking? Once we start, I don't think I could stop," Chris growls lightly, making you whimper at the sudden change in your friend. 

Despite how shy you were, you push through with your confidence, letting him guide you to his bedroom and wait for him to start giving you instructions, just as he'd want.

But not before his lips attach to yours, biting on your bottom lip that gets caught between his teeth and his tongue swipes against yours. 

The way he kisses you makes you feel like you're on cloud 9, never would've imagined for it to feel that good but you're in store for the rest. 

With gradual movement, his hands slip under your shirt and swiftly removes it from your body. 

Remembering what he wants to try, he stops in his tracks as he leans back on his heels, eyes like a predator on you as the smirk just grows even bigger, "Take your clothes off, real slow for me princess". 

Doing as you're instructed to do, you can't help but get even hotter to the touch, with slight hesitance in your actions as you remove the items of clothing off of your body, playing them on the floor whilst you await further instructions. 

"Turn around, face down and ass up with your hands behind your back, let me see you like that," He growls in a whisper so seductively into your ears, nipping at it before letting you move your body around. 

Tying your wrists behind your back and connecting them to your ankles, you hiss at the tightness of the rope, whimpering when he only tightens them a little more and gives your ass a huge smack.

"Look at you, innocent inexperienced you getting tied up. Never thought I'd see the day," He quips, the cocky and teasing voice in full swing as he leans over your back to whisper into your ear again, "You're all mine now, princess". 

"Let's see how much of me can you take, huh?" He continues, making you whimper and beg for him to do something with you other than tease you. 

But in reality, that just adds more fuel to the fire, making him want to drag this out as long as possible to see how badly you break for him.You sure are innocent, and he knows that. 

He knows the very little experience you have, but by god does he want to ruin that innocence that for some reason, you've always tried to hold on to until now? And now, you're never going to want anything, or anyone else. 

~

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[shingia]

THEY THINK SOMEONE’S HITTING ON YOU

eren, porco, connie, jean (help i’m always writing for the same characters (blame it on the writing slump :/))

cw: suggestive for porco and connie

wrote this impulsively a few days ago when school wasn’t crazy yet, i promise <3 [NOT PROOFREAD]

— eren

• the chillest, really doesn’t make a big deal out of it IM KIDDING

• he won’t start a fight because you taught him better than that but he will kindly tell that person to fuck off

• you can try to tell him that they weren’t hitting on you but he’ll never be fully convinced. he trusts you 100% but the others? no way.

• also it’s not that he sees you as his dog or anything… but if he could buy you a necklace with his name on it he would (he did)

• you better give him attention for the rest of the day because it puts him in the worst mood ever

“and did you see how dirty his shoes were? fucking disgusting guy,” he grumbles when he enters his car. it’s been twenty minutes already, and he’s still not done enumerating every single thing that was wrong with the guy who ‘hit on you’ at the coffee shop. “and who the fuck just walks around with a laptop in their arms? just put it in your bag already, what are you trying to prove?!”. sat on the passenger seat, you stifle a laugh as you bring a hand to his cheek. “yeah, he was the worst,” you concede, brushing your finger against his skin. he seems to be a little relieved already; he won’t ever admit that he was worried you might prefer that guy to him, but you know him too well not to have guessed it. “but you’re the only one i’m coming home with at the end of the day, aren’t you?” you tell him, and watch a proud smile grow on his lips at he starts the car, before putting his hand on your thigh. “damn right i am,” he replies, lacing his fingers with yours as soon as you rest your hand over his.

— connie

• that damn cashier at the supermarket

• connie starts to regret volunteering to go get the fruits you forgot to put in the cart

• because that cashier seems a little bit too friendly while you wait for him at the checkout

• he’s not that jealous tbh, he just loves the look on people’s face when they realize you’re dating him

• so when he comes back to the checkout, he’s holding a bag of apples in his left hand, and a box of condoms in his right :/ and he slams it down in front of the cashier like it’s some sort of prize he’s just won

• yes, he thinks it’s peak comedy

“connie what the fuck”, you whisper loudly, eyes wide. “what?” he asks very innocently as he pulls his credit card out, “you don’t like these ones?”. you almost choke on air, and the cashier’s face makes the situation ten times funnier. “please stop talking”, you try to sigh but your voice is shaky from your suppressed giggle. obviously connie notices how badly you’re trying to hold back a laugh, so he considers his mission a success. “condoms? really?” you ask when you finally leave the supermarket, feeling his hand claim its rightful place on your lower back. “yeah. i like the symbolism of it,” he replies, proudly looking at the box which he chose to keep in his hand, visibly immune to any kind of embarrassment, “it lets people know that we-” “yeah thanks i think i know what it means” you interrupt him, snatching the box from his hands to put it in the grocery bag. “you know, you look cute when you’re embarrassed,” he then pinches your cheeks to make you look at him, and when you do, he surprises you once again, with a quick kiss on your lips. “so adorable,” he smiles giddily, before going back for another one right away.

— porco

• okay so i feel like porco would have a tendency to think that every single guy talking to you is trying to flirt (he says it’s because you’re too hot)

• so you probably had to lecture him a few times, and now he forces himself to be chill about it unless you specifically ask him to step in

• you were at a party and a random guy had just come up to you, but porco remembered what you had told him about intervening when it wasn’t necessary. so he just stared at you from a corner of the room while trying to make a decision, looking like a grounded child

• trust me he’s really fighting the urge to just walk up to you and stick his tongue down your throat

• but oh my god as soon as you put an end to your conversation with that guy and come to see him… HE WONT LET YOU GO.

“i thought you would step in,” you remark when you finally meet porco on the other side of the room. your words don’t really surprise him, even he is impressed by his own self-control. “is he watching over here?” he asks, already pulling you closer. you shoot a glance over his shoulder, and answer with a nod. “good,” he replies with a smirk before pressing his mouth over yours, with a passion that’s usually reserved to more private settings, not to mention his hands that shamelessly find their way to your butt. “porco we’re in public,” you giggle between two kisses, and you can feel his smile grow bigger against your lips. “that’s the whole point,” he answers, giving a quick look around as his arms tighten around your hips, “let them see i’m the luckiest guy here.”

— jean

• people wouldn’t really try to hit on you that often because it’s so obvious that you’re dating him

• he wouldn’t really be mad about something like that, if anything he’d be concerned about that person making you uncomfortable

• yet he wouldn’t want to make a scandal and make you even more uncomfy so he’d be kinda passive-agressive? like he’d offer to shake their hand and that handshake would be absolutely bone-crushing

• but it comes from a place of protectiveness more than anger

“are you okay?” he inquires as soon as you’re left alone with him, “they were hitting on you, right?”. you smile at the thought that maybe he shouldn’t have crushed their hand the way he did without being 100% sure that they were, in fact, hitting on you. “i’m good. they stopped being insisting after i told them i was here with my husband”. a blank look on his face, he stays silent for a few seconds, still processing your words. “wait. you meant me? i’m the husband?”. your hand finds its way to his as you reply with a chuckle: “that was the idea, yeah”. his blank look fades away so quickly you don’t even see it happen. “i like the sound of that,” he smirks, his nose practically touching yours now that he’s turned around to put both hands on your waist, “just give me a few months and you won’t have to lie anymore, ok?”. you slightly crane your head forward to leave a kiss on his lips: “good, i can’t wait.” and based on the look of pure bliss on his face, you figure that he can’t wait either.

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#made with love 💌 #alma.aot #aot x reader #snk x reader #eren x reader #jean x reader #porco x reader #connie x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren headcanons #eren fluff #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirstein headcanons #jean fluff #connie fluff #porco fluff #connie springer x reader #connie headcanons #porco galliard x reader #porco headcanons

[the-loveliest-lotus]

This is such a weird detail that I'm probably overanalyzing but:

When Charles took off his robe, he still had the full suit underneath. (Which was peak comedy.) He was putting on the robe as a duty of love kind of thing, where he was playing yet another role to help the boys, and going whole ass into it like he does with everything. But underneath it all, he's still Charles Offdensen.

When Dick is in the middle of the circle, he's laying on his stomach and he has his legs up and you can see that he's barefoot and his legs are bare. He's probably freeballing under that robe. (Again, peak comedy.) I think that shows that Dick was able to step into his true self when he was in his role helping the band to find the Song of Salvation. He seemed like a natural and he seemed to be a lot more zany and bubbly there, as though in spite of the world ending, he was genuinely happy in that little slice of paradise. The fact that he became something of a Shaman to help Nathan through his trip, he was the PERFECT person for that. Dick was 110% in his element there.

#aotd spoilers #metalocalypse #dick knubbler #charles offdensen #dethklok

[ikamigami]

Bahahahaha

Today's laes episode was peak comedy /sarcasm

Sun don't have a drinking problem mhm and yet he's the most happy now when he's drinking to "relax".. weird coincidence, don't you think?

Sun constantly repeats "I don't know" - "he just genuinely don't have an opinion on anything most of the time and it's completely normal" 🤓

Yeah ofc ofc that was one of my most go to lines to say something when they ask me about anything but I actually just didn't know.. but I felt like that because of my mental issues.. so yeah I just don't believe that Sun is doing oh so great..

Also for me it seems that Sun is lying to himself and that's a common thing for people dealing with such mental issues.. I was doing the same..

Also Sun, sweetie, it's not on you that you and Solar weren't close.. It's because Solar was pushing you away.

And about Moon.. like Sun, sir, you're always concerned about Moon when you weren't?!

And I can't wait when they'll have this talk and Earth would be talking to Moon most of the time..

They barely scratched the surface about Sun feeling like he's not doing enough.. and they did it once again. Because they talked about it during last session..

And the last thing. Sun are you kidding me? You really think that maybe you and Moon shouldn't separate?

Don't you have something else to add to that.. cause last time when you went to see what would happen when you wouldn't separate you died.. :)

Hmm and Earth saying that it's better that Sun is his own person and that he's independent.. and Sun's response is just "yeah"..

Like

Be serious with me..

Like ain't no way.. ain't no hacking way...

#laes #laes earth #sams #sams sun #laes spoilers #therapy #tw alcohol

[sherlokiness]

been reading your Lyanna and Rhaegar posts and I very much agree with you about them having a wedding. If we assume that those Kingsguard's weren't false Kingsguards like Jaime and weren't lying about them keeping their "vow" then the most logical explanation would be that Jon is legitimate. When Aerys died, they should have gone to protect their new King Viserys yet they refused to do so. The reason for staying in the ToJ must have been because whatever they're guarding there takes higher priority than Viserys.

What do you think will be for the future of Sansa and Jon then? They will be the second Stark and Targaryen union in the current story we'll see. Since Sansa is a bastard just like Jon that means Jon isn't a bastard at all. They're made to pose as bastards by a father figure or else people would have their head. Stone and Snow. She's a Stark, he's a Targaryen.

Hi, anon! Thanks for the ask.

Great point about Sansa saying she's a bastard just like Jon. If we take that as a hint of RLJ then what she says is actually the truth. She was made a bastard exactly like Jon yet in reality they were not at all. We also have a clue to what Jon might feel once he learns of his heritage.

He is not my father. The thought leapt unbidden to Jon's mind. Lord Eddard Stark is my father. I will not forget him, no matter how many swords they give me.

They might offer him the IT(made up of many swords) and the allegiance of noble houses(my sword is yours.) He will never forget Ned and Rhaegar could just fuck off.💀💀

RLJ parallel for Jon and Sansa for me would probably them having a secret wedding. I mean, the books already teased Sansa having one with a cousin. But unlike RL, jonsa will have a public wedding too much like Jahaerys I and Alysanne. Next I would say is Sansa as the Girl in Grey. I very much believe the theory that Lyanna met Rhegar again at the Inn at the Crossroads which is where another iconic kidnapping took place- Cat seizing Tyrion. It resulted in hostilities between two major Houses where the Starks didn't know the inside story. It would have looked like a kidnapping specially if we have hostile forces against Lyanna there which were the King's men. So Sansa/Lyanna would be fleeing kidnappers only to end up with a Targaryen for safety. The elements involved would be a tourney, a crime, a wedding, and a rescue by a knight. Jon disdaining princesses in towers only to end up rescuing an actual one is peak comedy imo. 🤡🤡

As he walked toward the armory, Jon chanced to look up and saw Val standing in her tower window. I'm sorry, he thought. I'm not the man to steal you out of there.

This could be interpreted as it is or could be that Jon is not the man to steal Val because he will steal another princess later. Jon, Sansa's brother, might also give her a bastard's head - Ramsay's. She already has Janos but she doesn't know that.

After my name day feast, I'm going to raise a host and kill your brother myself. That's what I'll give you, Lady Sansa. Your brother's head."

A kind of madness took over her then, and she heard herself say, "Maybe my brother will give me your head."

Jon vs Ramsay has been foreshadowed by Ghost defending a prize from a yellow bitch three times his size. The most recent one would be Chett, a leech man's son with lordly ambitions, being defeated by "Snow and his pet pig." Lady Piggy is Jon Snow's lady love. There's only one notable guy in the story using leeches and it's Roose.

He will know me. How could he not? She considered throwing herself at his feet to beg for his protection. He never fought for Robb, why should he fight for me?

Sansa's already considered doing before what Alys did.

Alys knelt before him, clutching the black cloak. "You are my only hope, Lord Snow. In your father's name, I beg you. Protect me."

UndeadJon will know her and will fight for her. Jon has failed twice to fight for his family - Robb and Arya. He will succeed on the third one.

#idk anymore #jonsa #I'm tagging cause if the girl in grey mentions #sherlokiness ask

[animeniacss]

So Close Yet So Far - Mingyu x Reader - Chapter 1 - As the Rumors Spread

Synopsis: Your college friend, Kim Mingyu, has had a grip on your heart since the first day you met. Over the past few years, as you acquired more friendships and memories, those feelings only grew. However, recently, Mingyu has seemed a bit more distant, at least when it comes to any ideas of romance. It only gets worse when rumors fly that he's off to Japan to receive a marriage proposal! Unsure what to do, you wonder how you can keep Mingyu by your side without jeopardizing your friendship or your growing feelings. You never expected that waking up one drunken morning next to two hot angels would be your ticket into Mingyu's heart.

Genre: Romance, College!AU, Modern Fantasy, Comedy, Angsty

Length: Approx. 5k words

Feat. Mina of TWICE

Chapter 1 - As the Rumors Spread

----------One term prior, Spring- April ----------

“Hey.”  A voice said, standing in front of you. You blinked, looking up at the person before you. A handsome, statuesque man stood before you. His hair was relaxed in a messy, yet effectively simple look. He wore a white tee shirt under a black leather jacket and a pair of jeans, a backpack slung over his shoulder. He smiled down at you. “Zoning out again?”

You looked down at your desk, littered with scattered papers and a half-closed computer. You chuckled a bit, closing your computer fully and preparing to gather your papers. Mingyu knelt a bit, grabbing a pencil before it rolled off the edge of the table. He spun it around, quickly handing it to you eraser first. You smiled, taking it from his grasp. “Thanks, Mingyu.”

“Sure.” He said. “I need to run to the library to get a book for my Literature class. Want to come?” A glance at your flashing phone assured you that you had about an hour before your next class began, so you nodded, standing up and slinging your bag over your shoulder.

“I guess I can.” You said. Mingyu seemed to beam as the both of you departed out of the emptying classroom and into the hallways.

The walls of all campus buildings roped together to create Seoul National University were bustling as usual. Students hurrying from class to class, in and out of doors of buildings. The calmer ones found spots in the various outdoor spots, under trees, at picnic tables, or simply against the walls of buildings that housed their classes. It was a lively college with a lot always happening. As you fixed your bag, you began to speak. “What book do you need?”

“Ah, just something for my law class.” He said. He let out a deep sigh. “We have to argue this fake case, and need as much evidence as we can to support our side.”

“What’s the case?” you asked, curiosity peaked. Mingyu chuckled a bit.

“This 70-year-old woman is suing her husband’s senior care facility for embezzlement. Says the owner of the place has been taking thousands of won from them extra and spending it on themselves rather than her husband’s needs.”

“Oh wow. Sounds intense.”

“Yeah, and my job is that I have to prove the care facility owner is innocent.” Your eyes widened as Mingyu nodded. “Yeah. Tell me about it. I already feel at a loss. This one is hard. I’m hoping this book will help me with some defenses.”

You saw the door of the library closing just as a few people passed through it, books in hand. They caught your attention and waved hello as they called your name. Both you and Mingyu waved back before you grabbed the door just before it closed, flinging it open. “You probably got the harder side because they know you could do it.”

“Thanks for feeding my ego.” He chuckled in amusement, catching the door with his hand. You watched him immediately stroll past you, reaching out and grabbing the second door to the inside, and pulling it open. You glanced up at him, and he smiled down at you, his lips curling at a slight tilt. Like they always did. “Ladies first, you know.”

You wasted no time listening to him, hurrying into the library and covering your cheeks, which were most likely burning red at this point. Your heart was pounding as you made sure to burn that image into your mind forever. Mingyu holding open the door with his very broad and beautiful frame, smiling down at you with his gentle ways. When you heard him approach you from behind, you shoved him playfully. “Geez, you really are just one big flirt.” You whispered.

Mingyu seemed put off by the statement, which put you off as well. He tried to keep his laugh low to not get scolded by the school librarian. “Nah, you just get flustered easily.” He quickly deflected.

It worked. “Wh- no I do not.”

“Oh, you do.” He smirked playfully. He led you down one of the book aisles before you could argue any further, but the quick feeling of discomfort lingered around for a while.

Deep in the confines of the library, the both of you began searching for books: Mingyu for his ‘decisive evidence’ and you for a book you had found good recommendations of online. You scanned the rows of books, eyes almost blurring with all of the stimuli passing your eyes at once as you made your way down to your desired section. “Here we are…” you said under your breath, reaching out to grab one particular book off the shelf; its shiny black spine with the author's name on it looked exactly as it did on the picture you found online. You pulled it to your chest, looking down at the simple, white cover with the book’s title on it. Flipping it open, the fresh ‘new book smell’ hits your nose, and you let out a soft sigh. “Perfect…” you said softly. Flipping open to the first chapter, you began scanning its contents for more information.

In your focused reading, you felt some tickle up your spine. You gasped, looking up and over your shoulder. Goosebumps flooded your arms and shoulders, and you shuddered. It felt as if someone turned the air conditioner on full blast. However, just as quickly as the sensation enveloped your body, it was gone. You shivered, rubbing your arm and turning your head to look behind you. Nobody was there. But it felt as if…someone was?

“Mingyu?” You hummed. Nothing. “Are you messing with me or something?” Again, no response. You pouted. “Some people have no life…” you mumbled to yourself, before finally closing the book and pressing it against your chest, content with simply taking the book out and giving it a try later. In your room, where nobody else was. It was then that another noise took over your mind, your brain quickly allowing you to hear the sound of swooning and awed chatter a few aisles down. Throwing a quick glance over your shoulder once more, you simply gave up on that feeling, chalking it up to a chill, and headed down the opposite set of aisles to investigate.

A few aisles up, the chatter only got louder to you When you turned the corner, you saw a few girls from your class at the end of an aisle, close together as they chatted.

“He’s just so handsome and stoic.”

“I hope he looks over.” You glanced down the aisle, knowing immediately who they were fawning over so publicly. Despite that knowledge, however, you felt your heart skip a beat or two as your eyes lay upon Mingyu. He was resting his shoulder against the wooden frame of the bookshelf, eyes cast down at a book. One hand splayed over the back of it, holding it open as the other carefully turned the pages. When he lifted his thumb to his mouth, giving it a quick lick to help him turn one of the pages a bit easier, you had to look away.

The girls must have noticed you because they immediately encircled you into their little cheer session. “I know, right? He’s just so handsome.” One of them said, playing with her ponytail. You laughed nervously. Just as you glanced back over at him, you saw him look over in your direction, and the girls gasped. You watched them eagerly wave to him. Mingyu’s smile once again returned, and he kindly waved back at them.

The girls, satisfied with their interaction, scurried away in glee, leaving you alone at the end of the aisle. That is until Mingyu closed the book – the noise that echoed through the library caused your ears to ring – and made his way over to you. Shaking your head to fling off any red stains on your cheeks, you looked up at him. “You’d think you’re some celebrity or something.” You mused. Mingyu was now the one to look flustered.

“I don’t think so,” he said.

“Don’t be so modest.” You said, playfully hitting him with your book on the shoulder. “They were practically throwing themselves at you.”

“You think so?” he asked, looking back in the direction the girls hurried off in. “I don’t want to disappoint them.”

“You got a girlfriend or something the rest of us don’t know about?” you asked curiously. There it was again. That look of discomfort. Mingyu turned his entire body away from you now, but you caught a glimpse of his forlorn and upset eyes at the mere idea. You blinked, stepping forward. “Mingyu? I’m sorry. Did I say something wrong or-.”

“Let’s just go,” Mingyu said softly. Without even waiting for a response, he headed to the entrance of the library, and you quickly followed after, staring at his shoulders and back as you wondered what you could have said to make him this upset.

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It wasn’t until the sunlight outside squinted your eyes to adjust that you tapped Mingyu’s shoulder again. He turned to you. You couldn’t sense the same discomfort you did inside, but you still had to be mindful.

“Can I treat you to dinner?” you asked curiously. Mingyu tilted his head. “I upset you. I want to make it up to you, please.”

Finally, another small smile graced his lips. “I appreciate that.” He said softly. “But I can’t tonight. My father and I are going out to dinner.”

“Oh.” You said softly. “Next time, okay?”

Mingyu nodded. “Sounds good.” He said. “I need to head to class. I’ll see you around?”

“See you around.” You said softly. With a quick wave, Mingyu hurried down one of the cobblestone paths and down a hill that led to the nearby law building. You watched him go, waving until he was out of your sight. With a deep sigh, you sank onto the nearest bench and set your book on your lap.

You both still had 30 minutes until class started. You decided that with the time left before class, you’d clear your mind with some reading. Looking down at the book, you opened it up from page one, the spine cracking open and once again, providing a new book smell. A deep and relaxed sigh escaped your lips as you began to finally read chapter one. People passed by you, both in and out of the library, but you tuned out their chatter of exams and homework as you flipped each page. Tucking hair behind your ear, your eyes continued darting from side to side.

The angel’s wings fluttered effortlessly to the ground and I stared up in awe. I had only heard of these creatures in movies and stories, never once did I think one would end up right in front of me.

As you finished the last paragraph of the first chapter, you shivered. There it was again. You immediately paused your reading, your head staying low and towards your book, while your eyes darted every which way. Sure, the AC could have been blasted in the library, and it was mid-spring, but there was no wind in sight. So why were you chilly? You closed your book, looking up and scanning the nearby area. If this is someone pulling a prank, I swear-.

The sound of your name made you look up in front of you, and your shoulders relaxed a bit – unaware they had even gotten tense to begin with. Before you stood two of your friends, Hoshi and Minnie. Hoshi smiled down at you, fixing his oversized white hoodie with a tiger in the front, while Minnie fixed her seemingly frazzled ponytail. You rested your head back on the bench and let out a deep sigh. “Hey.” You said.

“You look like you just saw a ghost.” Minnie pointed out as she took a seat next to you. “You good?”

“Does it feel chilly to either of you?” You asked, scanning both of their faces for a reaction. They shared a glance but simply shook their heads. “Huh.”

“You better not be getting sick,” Hoshi said. “I can’t handle the final exam lunch rush without you.” He pouted.

“I don’t think I’m getting sick.” You said, feeling Minnie press her hand to your forehead and cheek. It made you smile.

“Go to bed early and drink some tea tonight,” Minnie said. “You’ll feel better.” She smiled. “For now, though. Let’s get to class. Where’s Mingyu?”

“He hurried off to his class like 15 minutes ago.” You said, standing up. “I think I upset him.”

“Mingyu? Upset? I doubt it.” Minnie said, and the three of you began to walk, you nestled between your two friends. “I don’t think Mingyu has it in him.”

“You should have seen his face.” You said. “He looked upset when I asked if he had a girlfriend.”

Minnie and Hoshi shared a glance you couldn’t see, but they didn’t comment either. They simply continued walking with you towards your next class. Just as you made your way down the hill, you turned your head back to the bench you were sitting out. You couldn’t help but wonder where the hell that chill came from. It seemed to brush past you again, and your hands immediately clasped onto your arms, rubbing them in hopes that the friction would warm you up a bit. As you did, your mind flashed back to Mingyu’s uneasy face as he left earlier than necessary to head to his class.

Thinking about possibly upsetting Mingyu, you kind of hoped you were getting sick.

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           Mingyu stood in the hallway of the law building, secluded from others as he had a phone pressed to his ear. He stuffed his hand in his pocket as the ringing on the other end continued. The sound of distant chattering students caused him to keep looking over his shoulder to make sure that nobody was making their way down this particular hallway. Just as the ringing on the other end stopped, Mingyu turned his entire focus back to the upcoming conversation.

           “Hello?” The voice said.

           “I saw you called me, Dad. What do you need?”

           His father chuckled on the other end. “I’m not interrupting your studies, am I?”

           “You only will be if this conversation goes beyond 5 minutes.” He joked, a small smile forming on his face.

           His father did not laugh at that one. “I want to tell you something.” He said. Mingyu already knew what was coming.

           “Do you remember that party we attended in Japan during your Christmas break a few months ago?” He asked curiously.

           “Yes,” Mingyu remembered them quite well. The more he remembered, the more dread filled his chest. “Wha- Dad, no. You said we were done with this.”

           “I know, I know. But I just got a call from the father, Mr. Myoui, asking about you and-.”

           “I don’t want to do any more of these. I hate turning them all down.”

           “How do you know this will be the same?”

           “You say that about all of them,” Mingyu stated.

           “Kim Mingyu, as the next in line to take over the Kim Law Firm and all of its assets, you need to have everything to be successful.” Mingyu sighed. “You know I’d do these things myself…if I could.”

           “I know,” Mingyu said. “But I just-.” A cough on the other end stopped Mingyu in his tracks.

           “I’m sorry. No buts. I scheduled a plane to leave for Japan tomorrow after your last class. The car will meet you at school with a few days of belongings packed in a bag.”

“Wh- Tomorrow?! Are you serious?!”

“I told you it’ll all be taken care of. You just have to get in the car and go meet her.”

           “But that’s-.” Feeling his voice about to rise, Mingyu pursed his lips together. “Fine.” He said. “Fine, I’ll go meet her.”

           “That’s my boy. Now, head to class. I’ll see you tonight for dinner.” Mingyu gave a curt goodbye before quickly hanging up the phone. His free hand landed on the bridge of his nose, pinching it between his thumb and index finger as he let out a long, frustrated sigh. It was then that his phone vibrated once again. Then twice. Then a third time. Looking down, he saw his background being covered by two separate text messages. One from his father, of course, containing all of his flight to Japan at the end of the week. Below it were two messages with your name flashing right on top of them. He quickly opened them up.

           Dinner on me at that really good chicken restaurant right off campus! >.o (Sent 2:59 P.M.)

           Mingyu smiled to himself. Until he read the next text.

Does tomorrow work? (Sent 3:00 P.M.)

Mingyu immediately closed his phone and stuck it into his pocket. “Fuck.” He cursed to himself, stuffing it in his pocket. He ran a hand through his hair and immediately headed to class. Suddenly, that mock trial involving the elderly couple and the facility worker seemed much easier to handle than the response he would have to give to you.

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           Before you knew it, the rest of the day came and went with no word from Mingyu. Even after sending a text asking about his mock trial, you didn’t get a response. Setting your phone down, you glanced up from where you were standing behind the counter. Every Friday, right after your last class of the evening, you worked part-time at the campus café, cooking up hot meals and ringing up the orders of students frantically trying to grab a bite in between study sessions. It was here where you met Minnie and Seungkwan, who quickly acclimated to your friend group. As you rested against the counter, watching the students eating in the dining hall, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You glanced over and saw Seungkwan, looking over at you.

           “You look like you’re thinking about something.” He said. You shrugged. “Still nothing from Mingyu-Hyung?” You shook your head.

           “It’s not like him.”

           “He’s probably busy with his dad.”

           “I know, but still. He at least puts in the chat if he’ll be busy. He knows we worry.”

           “No, no. You worry.” Seungkwan clarified and snickered when he saw a corner of your cheek turn a bit pink. “I’m sure he’ll come around when he has the time. Don’t overthink it.”

           You nodded your head just in time for students to enter the dining hall from the dimming skyline, clamoring for something to eat after a long day. A few called out to Seungkwan, who greeted them with a cheery hello. You stood up straight as you watched Minnie make her way back to the cash register, preparing to ring them all up. You waited patiently for some of the students to give you some orders for hot lunches, so you could begin preparing them in the back. As you did, the steam hitting your face, you overheard some of them talking to Seungkwan, who was still in the front taking orders.

           “Seunkwan-Oppa. You know Kim Mingyu, right?” Immediately, your ears perked up at the girl's mention of his name. Scary how the universe hears one talk.

           Seungkwan blinked, seeming to think of a reply, before simply saying: “Yes.”

           “Is it true that he’s moving to Japan to get hitched?!”

“…Huh?” Seungkwan asked.

 “I heard him on the phone with someone yesterday and this morning about traveling! It sounded like he was talking about a girl.” When the girl sputtered that out, you felt your hands go numb. Your wrists gave out, and the hot plate you were holding in your hands fell. The loud clattering of metal onto the floor snapped you out of it, and you shrieked in surprise. Looking down at the mess before your feet, you took a second to readjust yourself to the situation. What did you just hear? Mingyu was going where?!

           …Why did your hands tingle…?

           Before you could speak, Seungkwan was at your side, grabbing your hands and shoving them under a stream of cold water. It was only then that you gasped, looking over at him.

           “Fuck, ow!” You gasped, biting your lip.

           “Are you okay?” he asked. You mustered a small nod.

           “My hand slipped.” You said.

           “Here. Keep that under cold water while I clean up. Minnie! Take over orders for me, please!” You watched as a few other part-timers who were setting something up in the back began heading to the front per Seungkwan’s orders. You hissed in pain as you felt the cold water dance around your hands, the stinging only getting more and more intense with each passing second. You sighed. Just then, a cold sensation came back, tickling your back and shoulders. You shivered, shaking your head as you tried to look around for what it could be. When you pulled your hands back, feeling a sudden urge to call out to the other workers in the vicinity, the stinging sensation caused you to stop in your tracks, putting your hands directly back under the cold water. “Ow, ow, ow.” You groaned, dropping your head in annoyance as you heard people around you frantically hurrying around to get themselves situated while also helping you with your burning fingers.

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           Your hands were examined and bandaged by the campus nurse, but all you could think about was the girl talking about Mingyu.

           I heard he’s getting hitched and moving to Japan!

           Where on earth did she hear that? You thought to yourself. You pouted as the nurse finished wrapping your palms and dabbing some aloe on the tips of your fingers before bandaging those too. The cool sensation of the aloe made you exhale a deep, long sigh. It felt good.

           “Thank you.” You said softly.

           “I would go straight home and rest up. You should be fine by Monday, but I’ll write you up a note just in case anything starts to blister.”

           “Thank you.” You repeated, watching as the nurse made her way to her small cubicle and turned on her computer. You looked down at your hands, kicking your legs under the table quietly, the sound of her typing away being the only sound in the room. You looked out the window: the dim evening was just about to turn into full-blown nighttime as the sun drifted away and people began leaving campus for their dorms and apartments, or to the library to study. Just then, the door to the nurse’s room flew open. When you looked up, you saw Mingyu standing there, eyes widened.

           “Seungkwan told me what happened! Are you ok?” he hurried up to you, taking your hands in his own. Your heart began pounding at the sight of your hands being gently cradled in his. “How did you drop something hot?”

           “I uh- I just…” you stammered, unsure of what to say. Mingyu sighed.

           “Well, is it serious?”

           “No. Minor burns. The nurse says I’ll be ok by Monday. I should rest this weekend.” Mingyu nodded, immediately turning to the nurse as she stood up.

           “Can I take her home?”

           “Sure. She’s good to go.”

           “What? Take me home?” You asked like you didn’t believe him. However, a part of you was excited at the idea of being driven back to your small apartment by Mingyu. It made you feel special. “You don’t have to.”

           “You need to get home and rest as soon as possible, and it’s already getting dark.” He said as he continued to lead you out the door, grabbing the note from the nurse with a thank you. “You’re a 30-minute walk from here. With a car, it’s only 10.”

           “But don’t you-.” You immediately closed your mouth, lips pulled in a tightly thin line to prevent yourself from speaking any further. Mingyu blinked, confused as to what you stopped yourself from saying.

           “I don’t mind, if that’s what your concern is.” He said. Once again, his smile curled up, lopsided and adorable. You hummed, averting your eyes. “Come on. Let’s go.”

           “Okay. Thanks.” You said. Finally matching his pace, the both of you headed to his car, which was parked at the parking light right at the back of the campus.

           Mingyu was a perfect gentleman, opening the car door and allowing you inside before slipping into the driver's side himself. He started up his car and pulled out of the lot, turning onto the street and over to your house. You looked over at him, hands firmly on your lap.

           “Thanks again.” You said.

           “Ah, no worries. It’ll just go on the long list of amazing things I do for you.” You smiled a bit as he laughed at his own joke.

“Oh, shut it. My list is way longer.”

 “Hehe, it probably is.” He giggled. “Just make sure you get some rest. Do you want any help with anything inside?”

           “What? Oh, no. I’ll be okay.” You assured, chuckling a bit. You glanced out the window at the streets and stores lining them, people making their way through the bustling streets, as Mingyu turned the corner and pulled into the apartment complex you and Minnie both resided in. “Here we are.” He said. You looked over at him.

           “Thanks again.” You said. Mingyu nodded. Just then, as a bit of courage coursed your veins, you leaned a bit closer to him. “Hey, Mingyu. I have a question.”

           “Hmm?” Mingyu raised an eyebrow, confused.

           “Well, I overheard a rumor that you were traveling to-.” Your question was interrupted when the sound of a phone call came blasting through the car speaker, shocking the both of you. Mingyu turned around, answering the call quickly. Before the screen changed, you saw Dad blasted on the front screen.

           “Hello?”

           “Mingyu, where are you? The driver called and said you’re not at school! Your car is gone!” You saw Mingyu’s face go white as he stared at the speaker before him. He looked like a child getting scolded by his parent. You bit your lip and waited.

           “I uh…my friend got hurt. I’m taking h-.” he paused. “Them home.”

           “What? Why? You knew you had somewhere to be. Why not pay a cab to take them home?”

           “It’s dark out,” Mingyu said. When there was no response, Mingyu sighed. “Dad, I’ll just meet the driver at the airport with my stuff at this point.” He said. His father tried to stammer an interruption, but Mingyu sighed. “That’s what I’m doing, bye!” Before quickly hanging up the phone. You watched him lean back in his seat and cover his face with his hands, a muffled groan coming out in response.

           “…Everything ok?” you asked softly. Mingyu shook his head.

           “I’m going on a last-minute trip to Japan.” He said.

           You immediately remembered what the girl in the cafeteria said. Your fingers stung at the memory, and you pressed them harder into your lap.

           “What for?” you asked, trying to act casual. Mingyu sighed, shrugging his shoulders. He seemed to be thinking about his next response as he looked up from his hands.

           “…Business…” he began.

           “Is that why you couldn’t come to dinner?” You asked softly, almost sadly. Mingyu leaned forward. “I’m injured now anyway, but….”

           “I’m sorry.” He said. “I didn’t want you to be upset. It was sudden on my dad’s end, and I didn’t know how to tell you. I’ll make it up to you, promise.” You huffed. “C’mon. I’ll take you to any restaurant you want when I come back.”

           “…Any?” you asked curiously, ears perking up a bit. Mingyu finally grinned again, nodding.

           “Dessert and drinks too. I swear.” You nodded, smiling.

           “Fine.” You said. “I’ll hold you to it.” Opening the car door, you offered him one last glance. “I’ll make sure it’s a great place.”

“Perfect.” Mingyu said.

“Don’t forget about us while you’re in Japan, okay?” The playful teasing in your voice made Mingyu smile.

“I couldn’t forget you even if I tried…” he said gently. Your cheeks immediately warmed a bit, and you stepped back in hopes to hide it a bit, watching as Mingyu started up the car. It took him a minute to start driving, but you stood there, bag over your shoulder as you waved a bandaged hand in his direction. Finally, the car sped off, out of the driveway, and left towards the airport. It was then you felt your heart drop. You had known Mingyu since your orientation at college, a full two and a half years together. You didn’t know him long, but you knew him well. His eyes stared straight ahead when he told a lie. You monitored his eyes at that moment when he told you it was business calling him to Japan, and they stood staring right out the front mirror.

           As you shuffled in your spot, the cool air blew past and brought up those familiar goosebumps. You hummed, rubbing your arm as you looked up at the clear sky. If I look long enough, will I see your plane overhead? Will you see me? You thought to yourself. You pressed your arms to your sides, using whatever fingers you could to grip the sides of your pants. You felt your eyes mist at the mere thought of: Will you even come back? What can I do to keep you near me? I’ll do anything.

           In your head, you didn’t notice the sound of someone approaching you. You sniffled, wiping your eyes as you tried to calm yourself down. There was nothing to overthink until you heard it from Mingyu’s mouth himself. He was popular on campus, there would be rumors! No use worrying all weekend. A deep groan exited your chest as you tried to expel all of your worries, allowing the cool air to rub along your arms and legs. It was much more comforting than any chill you had felt during the day. Just then, before you could turn around and make your way into your apartment for some much-needed rest, you turned to see two figures standing before you. With only the light of the street lamps, it was a bit hard to see them beyond a slender set of silhouettes. Then one spoke, a gentle voice coursing through your ears.

           “You look sad. Can we take you out for dinner?”

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[chrishemsworthsbitch]

I am experiencing jason kelce brainrot and have elected to make that y’alls problem:

I’ve been thinking about this big handsome fucker for the past 3 days and the thoughts are starting to burn a hole in my brain so I’m dumping them here, in poetic (but not like rhyming or whatever) form cuz why not?

First off, this face

This god tier face and beard combo that would have surely convinced the vikings one of their gods walked among them, that would have caused droves of men to fall at his feet in reverence because lo and behold the mighty thor now dwelt with them in harmony and brotherhood

God his fucking body…

His mighty pecs that bulge through even the most tailored of suits, so voluptuous and heavy, gazing upon them one would think they were carved from cold unfeeling marble and adorned with hair sharp as needles

Yet the appearance is deceptive for they are soft and warm, squishy so as to not hurt those who suckle upon them (me), and his chest hair is soothing to the touch like running your hands across a field of delicate flowers

and the belly….oh lord god in heaven the belly

Much like his chest, to the eye it appears hard. A great, strong, and sturdy thing like a rock upon which one would build a house

But to the touch, the oh so gentle touch, it is softer than silk, and warmer than a fire, inviting and full of love, one cannot help but lay their head upon it and sleep knowing they are safe. It’s roundness a sight of great beauty

And then there’s his….

Actually I think I’ll keep those particular thoughts between me and my god (for now anyway, i could always be persuaded to write a sonnet or something…whatever that is)

That’s…most of the thoughts out, see y’all again next time I get it in my head that this is peak comedy (it is don’t lie)

#jason kelce #daddy #daddy milkers #belly #big bear king 🥺 #he’s sooooo hot i’m not sorry at all #he’s done so much work for the bear community and I don’t think he knows it #i think he’s hotter than travis…by quite a lot #sorry mother i do love him but…yeah 😭 #the real Big Yeti #and 25% just to make oomf laugh #i wrote this 75% cuz i mean it from the bottom of my heart #and oomf knows who he is

[everynicorobin]

what are your absolute favorite robin panels from each arc/island?

This got so long that I hit the image limit, so this is part one of a five part post!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Whiskey Peak

Chapter 114

This is the first time we have a clear full-body shot of Robin! She barely moves from this point on until she leaves on her turtle friend, not even raising a finger to take down the Strawhats.

Chapter 114

I like how cheeky she is here, not only stealing Luffy's hat but putting it on top of her own :)

Alabasta

Chapter 170

An absolutely iconic panel. She's just showing off her power here to mock Pell and Vivi.

Chapter: 173

I enjoy this one simply because it kinda looks like she has two weirdly long and skinny legs. Milkwalker

Chapter 200

This is just delightful. It's the first time she's laughing and smiling without being sarcastic or mocking, and it's because of Luffy's stupid "Water Luffy" move.

Chapter 217

Another iconic panel. She's just beautiful here - look at how her hair flutters in the wind. Ever since she showed up as a surprise stowaway for the second time, she's been smiling.

Chapter 218

Godddd just look at her... look at her smile...

Jaya

Chapter 219

Robin rarely performs hands-on archaeology, so this scene is very cool to see. She gets to show off her smarts, too, by figuring out how the person died and using the hole in his skull and the ship's cargo to estimate how old the ship was.

Chapter 221

After the moment where she states that her specialty is assassination, this is one of the first times she and Usopp become a comedy duo, and one of her first morbid comments after joining the crew.

Chapter 229

She's just very cute here and the reading pose is #relatable

Skypiea

Chapter 239

This is one of the first times she starts to realize what the Strawhats are all about, and when just being around them gives her a new lease on life, psychologically instead of literally being dragged away from death. She's not joining in the romp, but she's just happy to watch her new crew have fun, and I'm sure this was the beginnings of when she fell in love with them.

Chapter 253

And speaking of falling in love with the crew...

Chapter 255

Not only is this hilarious, it's a cute moment between Robin and Chopper :)

Chapter 268

This is just a nice scene. She's spent a couple hours now not only searching for the lost city, but fighting off enemies on the way and literally digging into the ground to get there. She deserves a break.

Chapter 296

Another moment of her loving her new crew, whether she wants to or not. No matter how much the Strawhats might bicker, they follow Luffy to the end.

Chapter 301

Another wonderful smile from our favorite Robin

Long Ring Long Land

Chapter 307

Very amusing to me that she somehow keeps a book in that outfit, and that she's taking the time to read it while there is a dire situation on their hands

Chapter 312

Women supporting women we love to see it

Chapter 319

This is the first time we see Robin really vulnerable in front of her crew. This whole scene is a great moment for her character, showing the normally calm and collected woman suddenly so scared she's fallen down and frozen in fear (though not literally just yet), and it does a good job setting up her character growth in W7/EL.

Chapter 320

Related to the previous one, this is another great look at Robin's character. Here she's already willing to sacrifice herself if it means everyone else will get away, just like she tries to do in Water 7, and I suspect she attacked Aokiji to goad him into focusing on her instead of Luffy and the others.

Chapter 321

Once again we're coming back to Robin and her newfound love for the crew. She's perfectly fine here, but according to the next chapter, it appeared to the rest of the crew that she recovered a little after Luffy, leaving the room after he did. I wonder what she was thinking about while resting - was she worried about the fact that she could no longer leave of her own free will, having become attached to them? Was she preparing to give herself over to the WG should Aokiji alert his comrades? Was she contemplating suicide in order to free the Strawhats from the perceived burden of having her as a crewmate?

Water 7

Chapter 323

Yes we are once more coming back to the "Robin loves the Strawhats so so much" hour. Look at her smile!

Chapter 325

The introduction of a fantastic and iconic outfit, and she's hanging out with Chopper :)

Chapter 340

This is an interesting scene. Robin is telling this to Sanji and Chopper to try to keep them away from her - she's clearly stating that she's leaving the crew, and trying to emphasize that she herself is dangerous to have around to make them stay away. But even though she loves them, it's apparent that she doesn't know them well enough yet, because this only makes them more worried about her and desperate to go after her.

Chapter 340

A continuation of the above - despite that she's trying to drive them away from her, she can't help but leave them with kind words, and thank them for everything they've done for her.

Chapter 347

She's trying so hard to play the part of the villain here, deliberately being vague with her wording to make it sound like she's sacrificing the Strawhats for her own dream when in fact it's the other way around. I'm not sure if it's because she has trouble being vulnerable with people at this point in time, or if it's because she correctly thinks that the others won't accept her actual reason.

From Chapter 359, I had to include this whole sequence because. Augh. Augh. We finally know the truth, that she loves the crew so much that even though they brought back her will to live, she's ready to die all over again just so they can keep going. She can't betray them so she can live this time - it seems like she never even considered that possibility despite doing it so many times in the past. And she just has to tell someone the truth. She might not have said anything if Iceburg hadn't accused her of being on good terms with the government, and insulted her dream. aaaaaauuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhhhhh

Chapter 370

We return to the comedy abruptly! Endlessly amusing how serious and calm she is here while Sogeking is doing goofy things with his arms for truly no reason.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

#tree of knowledge #fujikos-gun

[beaft]

recommend some horror?

aha!! i am glad you asked (no really, i am, thank you for giving me the opportunity to be loud about my favourite genre). here is a non-exhaustive list of some of my personal favourites:

books

-the ballad of black tom by victor lavalle (retelling of lovecraft's "the horror at red hook" by a black author, i could talk about this one for hours suffice to say it's Very Good)

-pet semetary by stephen king (i have a love/hate relationship with mr king but i think this is one of his better books)

-the haunting of hill house by shirley jackson (actually, just about anything by shirley jackson, my personal favourite book by her is "we have always lived in the castle")

-beloved by toni morrison (it's not exactly horror, but i have to put it here anyway because it's too good not to)

-things we say in the dark by kirsty logan

-tell me i’m worthless by alison rumfitt

-house of leaves by mark z. danielewski (i detest this book. yes it's still one of my top favourites and no i will not be taking questions at this time.)

-my heart is a chainsaw by stephen graham jones

-literally anything by robert aickman

movies

-pan’s labyrinth (historical fantasy-horror, visually stunning, one of my favourite movies of all time)

-lake mungo (australian found footage horror about ghosts and grief)

-the texas chain saw massacre (not as gory as the title might suggest)

-the wicker man (the original version, unless you’re in the mood to see nicolas cage at his nicolas cagiest)

-jacob’s ladder (beautiful, eerie, hallucinogenic, you will not know what’s going on for most of it and that’s honestly kind of the point)

-carrie (the sissy spacek version NOT the one with chloe moretz)

-the ritual (it's not a perfect movie but the creature design is WONDERFUL)

-alien (grr! i'm gonna getcha! i'm the alien! and so on)

-nosferatu (both versions are excellent, but i am particularly partial to the 1979 one with klaus kinski as the vampire)

-whistle and i’ll come to you (unsettling short film based on an m. r. james story)

-hereditary (this one's best if you go in blind, but i realise that’s probably difficult since a lot of it has been memed to hell and back)

-the thing (sci-fi thriller/body horror movie set on an isolated arctic research base)

-don't look now (based on a daphne du maurier short story; light on the horror but heavy on the uncanny)

-cabin in the woods (comedy-horror) okay this one is kind of a guilty pleasure for me but it does have some clever moments and it’s genuinely very fun to watch

-silent hill 2006 (another guilty pleasure, it is very much not a good movie but also i've seen it like 7 times, so.)

-ginger snaps (the close relationship between a pair of misfit sisters is tested when one of them starts going through puberty, and also incidentally becomes a werewolf. similar vibes to jennifer's body although i personally prefer this one)

-penda’s fen (startlingly ahead of its time – it’s basically a coming-of-age story about a gay teenager in rural england with a tasty slice of religious/folk horror)

-crimson peak (love letter to the "gothic melodrama" genre)

-us (i personally preferred it to get out, but they’re both amazing; i haven’t seen NOPE yet but i hope to soon!)

tv shows

-castlevania (based on the video game, vampires + religious horror, gorgeously animated, unexpectedly funny)

-the terror (true-ish story of a doomed voyage to the north-west passage) (the demon bear may or may not be historically factual) (we just don't know)

-twin peaks (idk if it counts as horror but i’m putting it here anyway. it’s not for everyone but it occupies a special place in my heart)

-in the flesh (again, not quite horror, but there are horror elements, and i am putting it here because it’s both a pleasingly original take on the zombie-apocalypse genre and a beautiful queer love story. it got cancelled halfway through its run and i will never stop being salty about it.)

-the enfield haunting (three-part tv drama) (much better than the james wan movie) (not that that’s hard)

podcasts

-the magnus archives (do not ask me about this show unless you're prepared to hear me yell about it for Ever and Ever and Ever)

-alice isn't dead (lesbian trucker searches for her missing wife amidst various spooky happenings)

-a scottish podcast (washed-up radio DJ decides to become a phony paranormal investigator to make some extra cash, but his scheme goes awry when he stumbles on a genuine paranormal event)

-i am in eskew (man attempts to leave city, is unsuccessful)

message me if you want trigger warnings or a more detailed description for any of these!

#horror tag #replies #recommendations

[chaosintheavenue]

Miscellaneous and completely unordered thoughts from the first episode of the Fallout TV show:

Spoilers below

All in all, I feel like the first episode went well? I did enjoy that it opened with a 'The End' title card like the end of an old-timey movie

So far, I like Lucy more than I expected

Not quite sure what to make of the other two yet. I don't feel like we saw much of Cooper

His daughter had freaking better have survived, or else

Obsessed with Dane!

This episode was fairly on-the-nose with gameplay mechanic references

Honestly, my main takeaway from the BoS stuff was 'Trin, Kay, are you okay?'. They've both long since 'told' me that their upbringing in the BoS was a fustercluck, particularly where their peers were concerned, but I'm not familiar enough with the lore there to really elaborate or delve too deep into that period of backstory. It almost feels like I've now had a small peek at what they meant

I spent most of the first Maximus segment vaguely confused as to what was supposed to be going on (it's entirely possible that this was on me, rather than the actual flow of the show). Took me a shamefully long time to realise that the base we see most likely wasn't intended to be a nameless analogue to Lost Hills

Just as I was starting to get to grips with BoS ranks and their responsibilities, progression pathways etc, it all gets utterly upended

Sounds like BoS-Enclave conflict is back again. Not a premise I would have gone with personally, but it's about in line with what I expected

Why that yodelling? XD

The guy drowning in the pickle water was peak comedy to my very tired brain

My overall approach to any further new lore added by the show in my OCs' Fallout universe will be as it has always been to the series as a whole: If I like it, it can stay. If I don't like it, I'll either spitefully ignore or overwrite it. If I can bend it juuust enough so that in certain light it could be alluding to a glimmer of a Van Buren reference, I will

Unless I was completely addled by sleep deprivation and missed it, there wasn't a single 'war never changes'

Overall opinion so far: This episode was a fun start, but I'm withholding comment on specific plot threads for now until I see where they're leading

#fallout tv spoilers #I haven't yet seen any further than the first episode #I have Heard Some Things but I'm aggressively stashing that away right in the vestiges of my brain until I experience it as nature intended