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astermath · 10 months

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Hii 🤭 can I request a Dave Lizewski x reader fluffy smut? Maybe something like dave and the reader are studying for a test but he gets distracted or something

omg yes ofc!! I haven't written for dave in a bit but he's still one of my main pookies so YES, YES I WILL ANON. so sorry this took so long btw!!

pairing: dave lizewski x fem!reader

summary: your boyfriend is too distracted during your study session, so you decide to help him out.

word count: 1.5K

tags: dave and reader are in college, protected sex, established relationship, kind of sub dave? a little proofread, minors dni! normal font below!

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Dave tutoring you was a regular part of your weekly routine. Not only was he a great boyfriend, but he was also an expert at anything math related. Which came in handy for you, because despite being a major in social studies, your course required you to take a class in statistics. So, with exams coming up, the two of you had been spending more and more time preparing together.

The sound of pens clicking and papers being shuffled around filled the room along with your groans. You were desperately trying to find the formula key you’d written down earlier, that had now conveniently disappeared.

Dave watched you, eyes peeking above his glasses as he bit his bottom lip. He wouldn’t tell you, he was pretty sure you’d gotten even more frustrated, but you looked so cute when you were agitated. Not that he liked having you in that mood, not at all. But it was just— the pout of your soft lips, the scrunch of your cute nose, the little huff you’d make when things didn’t go your way… Boy, he was obsessed with you.

"But I swear I-- are you even listening to me?"

Dave snaps out of his daydreaming when you snap your fingers in front of his face, a blush creeping up his face. "I-I was, I promise!"

You raised an eyebrow. "Sure you were." You leaned back into your chair, crossing your legs. "Aren't you supposed to be helping me? I'm gonna be so mad if I have to retake this course."

He gulps, the last thing he wanted was for you to waste your precious time on doing this all again. Especially because that meant you'd have less time for him as well.

"I know, I'm sorry, it's just... I'm so--"

"Distracted?" you interrupt his stammering. To Dave's surprise, you're no longer looking all that frustrated. Your frown is replaced by a cheeky grin, one he knows all too well.

“N-No, I mean— yeah, a little, but it’s not that I don’t wanna help—“ he starts rambling, his words dying off when he hears you giggle. "Wh--What?"

"You're so cute, Dave," you got up, closing the distance so that you were now standing in between his legs, "but I really can't have you being all distracted while we're supposed to study."

He suddenly felt a lot guiltier about his staring. He promised to help you and here he was gawking at how pretty you were, getting all kinds of thoughts. He felt like a pervert.

"I'm sorry, you're right, I'm just getting in the wa-- what are you doing?"

You took his hands and pulled him off the chair, guiding him over to the bed and giving him a push so he landed with his back flat onto the mattress. He looked a little disheveled, curls all messy and his glasses a little crooked. God, you could just eat him up.

"I can't have you being distracted, so," you took your shirt off in one swift motion, "let's fix that."

He watched you with wide blue eyes, face flushed pink with his mouth hanging open. You were no stranger to taking the upper hand with him, but he hadn't expected your study session to get steamy so quickly.

That's how you ended up on top of him, hips grinding down on him through his boxers and your panties. He swore he was about to cum just from you rubbing yourself over him, it took everything in him not to give into that feeling.

"Is this what you were thinking about, baby?" Your voice is dripping with honey. There's something teasing, almost mocking in it. You were well aware of how horny your boyfriend gets, the dirty thoughts he gets, even from before the two of you were a thing. But he never just admits them, no, he's a sweetheart like that.

He wants to answer, so bad, but with every movement of your hips a whimper spills from his lips, whether he wants it to or not. He's not too sure what to do with his hands, keeping them loosely on your thighs, not guiding, simply touching. Almost to ground himself a little.

"Hm, or maybe... You were thinking about this?" You reach down to move your panties to the side, and he takes the hint to start shoving his boxers down, just low enough to free his cock. You feel it tap against your ass as it finally springs free, already dripping with precum.

The vulgar sound of your juices spreading over his cock drives him mad. He barely gets the time to roll a condom on before your rubbing his head through your folds again, his hands grabbing the fat of your thighs a little harder. He's whining softly, silently pleading for you to let him fuck you already.

"What's that baby?" you reach out and grab his jaw, forcing him to look at you. "Use your words hun, I'm not a mind reader."

He just stares at you for a moment, cock twitching at your commanding words. He swallows, struggling to get anything out like the horny mess he is.

"I-I want you to--"

"Speak up."

"I want to be inside you," His voice cracks a little when he repeats himself, louder this time, "Please." he adds.

You smile, a thumb rubbing gently across his cheek. Poor boy looked like he was about to cry if he didn't get to fuck you, cock painfully aching with a need for you, and you alone.

"Well," you lined him up with your entrance, "only because you asked so nicely."

You took him inside with one swift movement of your hips, dropping down onto his lap with an audible clap of skin against skin. You moaned in unison, eyes finding each other, always wanting to watch the other's face when you finally connected like this again.

You wasted no time, already moving your hips again, the sensation of his cock dragging over your slicked walls sending you into a state of euphoria already. Dave's a big guy, and that counts for every other part of him too. You didn't care if stretch was a little painful, or that it took you a while to get used to the size of him at first, you loved it.

"B-Baby, please-- oh my god, you feel s'good, holy shit..." He blabbered on, his words slurring over the sounds of his moans. You grinned, he was already so pussy drunk, it was adorable.

You leaned over, hand splayed over his toned chest, nails dragging over his fair skin and leaving red trails in their wake. He looked so pretty, all marked up, letting everybody know that he was yours. Not that they didn't know already, he loved letting them know, always mentioning his pretty girlfriend whenever he could.

Your thighs started burning a little from the exertion, but you couldn't stop, not when you felt your orgasm slowly approaching. You started moving faster, bouncing on his cock, grin faltering as your expression grew more desperate.

"Dave, I-- fuck!" you cried out when he shifted his hips, the head of his cock hitting a particular spot inside you that made you see stars. "Keep doing that, holy shit, m'gonna cum baby..."

He took your command, as always, following your rhythm with his own movements. His thrusts become more erratic and sloppy by the second, letting you know he was getting close himself. Not that the continuous repeating of your name wasn't already alerting you of that.

"J-Just like that baby, just like that," your orgasm caught up to you soon, walls fluttering around him as you tilted your head back and moaned his name. The two of you were always loud, but now you were sure the whole floor heard you.

He followed right after, thrusting up into you and filling the condom with his hot cum. Your body went limp for a moment, collapsing on top of him with your full weight. His strong arms enveloped you, your face tucked into the crook of his neck, panting, trying to catch your breath.

After a moment to come down from the high of your orgasms, you moved your head to press soft kisses to his cheek. He sighed dreamily, an adorable boyish smile appearing on his face. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have you. Sometimes, it just felt like a dream. Luckily you were there to kiss him back to reality.

"D'you wanna go back to studying?" he asked softly, his hand tracing gently over your spine.

You whined, pressing a few kisses to his lips. "Hm... No..."

"But," kiss, "what about," kiss, "the exam?"

"Fuck the exam." You moved your head back to rest on his shoulder.

He doesn't reply, instead smiling to himself. Just being glad he's not the only one distracted now.

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astrologydayz · 6 months

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SOUTH NODE IN HOUSES - SYNASTRY💘

South Node in partners 1st house makes the house person feel so fucking comfortable. South Node person can help the house person with how to have a healthy, and loyal partnership. House person is alright with South Node person being the leader in the relationship, and feels like South Node is someone they have a deep soul connection with. This placement is meant to have a relationship of some kind, and a very deep one. U left a deep impression on each other in a past life and you're supposed 2 meet one way, or another in this one fam ✨❤️‍🔥.

South Node in partners 2nd house makes the house person feel very possessive over the South Node person, but not in a toxic way. House person feels safe for the first time, and doesn't want anyone to ruin that. Honestly, they were probably together in a past life so house person will do anything they can to protect the South Node, maybe sometimes even do irrational things 2 keep South Node around. But they'll love to be in each others company, and can last a very long time cuz they feel so secure together 👫🌤.

South Node in partners 3rd house makes the house person feel like they met in a past life, or have some unfinished karma to take care of. House person finds it very easy to communicate with the South Node person because they've met before, they could also have been siblings or neighbours in a past life ⭐⭐⭐. House person can also feel a little tense at times, because they think so alike ⚡⚡⚡.

South Node in partners 4th house makes the house person have deep karmic relations 2 the South Node person, can be bad or good tho depending on aspects 😇👿. They have each others back at ANYTIME! against anyone that tries 2 tear them apart. House person feels so connected, that they sometimes even go against their own morals. But they are meant 2 be together, and they're family 🖤. Till death do us apart baby 💋⛓.

South Node in partners 5th house indicates that they were lovers in a past life, maybe even an extramarital affair between the two 👀💍. In this lifetime you've come together 2 do it right, and be together properly. Social events, and parties is ideal 4 u guys. Kids could also have been a big theme in a past life 4 u guys, so no kids could be a big option in this life 💍🥂🍾.

South Node in partners 6th house makes the toxic traits a bit more obvious here, than any other placement. House person could feel like the South Node person owes them something from last life. House person might have the upper hand in this lifetime 🗣💪👀 it also indicates that they will feel like they can't be without each other , so you'll keep coming back together 🙅‍♀️🙅💗.

South Node in partners 7th house means they were tied by death in a past life🤲🪐, and will be together in this one. House person will feel like South Node pushes the house person to change, but 2 change with them and not feel alone while doing so. After they worked their karma out, there's a high chance that they will part ways. South Node helps house person 2 find out who they are, and when they do? all bets are off 🤷‍♀️❤️‍🔥

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South Node in partners 8th house means that you guys were probably enemies in a past life, and no we're not talking about petty shit. One of y'all could have killed the other, especially the South Node person 🧐😮‍💨👁, now let's get2 the good shit. House will have been waiting 2 find South Node person for a long time. House person feels like South Node is the only one who can connect with them, soul level indicated 💋💋.

South Node in partners 9th house makes the couple expand every area of their lives, especially when it comes to higher learning, spirituality and long distance travels. They are meant to be each others "guiding star"⭐ in this lifetime, cuz they've healed each other before and will do it again ❗❗❗. House person will feel like South Node person knows best, not because they don't trust their own judgement but because they have so much faith in South Node person<33.

South Node in partners 10th house indicates great business deals and partnerships - u guys helped each other a lot in a past life so naturally you'll do the same in this one 💁‍♀️💸💸💵💵. Could also indicate an arranged marriage by your parents tho 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫. House person may feel like South Node person want to get married, getting started on creating a family quick and things like that. They naturally look good together btw 💅✨✨.

South Node in partners 11th house could be an indication of step kids in this relationship, both or one partner could have kid/s before meeting the other 💜. Your soul contract is 2 finish unfinished business, and start 2 love how fucking nice it is that y'all are different. You met in a past life, and probably didn't like each other 😭🤣, but in this lifetime you'll learn how to love each other and come together when things get rocky 🦾🖤.

South Node in partners 12th house is a deep soul contract/karma that these two have. One can end up with a deep soul connection, or a deep heartbreaking experience with no understanding of what was really going on 👿🥺. South Node could take advantage and use the house person, 4 their own personal gain! but look at the aspects 2 c which way it will go babe<333.

THANK U 4 SUPPORTING ME, I'll always do anything I can 2 help u!! BE KIND!! WE NEVER KNOW WHAT PEOPLE ARE GOING THROUGH. Let’s love and support each other, instead of tearing each other down💜.

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vinecradle · 1 year

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OMG – they keep on asking me, "who is he?"

pairing :: scaramouche x fem!reader

summary :: wanting to go back to your dorm from the library, and accidentally leaving a friend's book there not knowing she has the intention of making you give it to someone she's trying to set you up with, a note inside with your number. without anyone realising, the book is in the hands of someone else, and you then wake up to a message from an unknown number.

genre :: modern setting, high school au, social media au, strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn-ish, secretive relationship, kind of a streamer au (ending)

warnings :: some angst, cheating (nothing involving scara), mentions of alcohol, lots of cursing, sunshine x sunshine protector trope

status :: on-going, no scheduled updates

official playlist :: is linked here!

notes :: started 24 january 2023, time stamps dont matter unless i state otherwise, taglists are open just send an ask! somewhat based off nwjs' omg

profiles :: not safe for art students | dottore hate club

ACT I – you're a ghost, you're supposed to be dead.

01. the naive girl (✿)

02. locked eyes

03. a sudden idea

04. the master plan

05. girls night out! sort of.. (✿)

06. healing

07. the book (✿)

08. an unknown number?

09. same interests, okay

10. the end of an era (✿)

ACT II – it's nothing, i just wonder if i ever cross your mind.

11. the sudden meeting (✿)

12. a helping hand

13. inazuma class?

14. the confusing actions

15. communication is important (✿)

16. what was once mine, will be yours (✿)

17. the approval of a friend

18. lack of energy (✿)

19. distancing

20. the real name, kunikuzushi. (✿)

ACT III – i don't want to be your girlfriend.

21. the diary locked inside (✿)

22. a spotify playlist?

23. and it benefits me

24. the friendship we've built (✿)

25. cornered (✿)

26. what do you mean, i'm an idiot?

27. the time taken

28. a night alone with mcdonalds

29. in need of rest

30. the realisation (✿)

ACT IV – i want to be important to you.

31. the talk (✿)

32. we're graduating soon

33. what do you mean, it wasn't supposed to be him?

34. the lingering feelings (✿)

35. just an excuse

36. i'm not my own, he says

37. the comfort, the peace (✿)

38. i'll wait for you, a month, a year, even a lifetime

39. love stored within (✿)

40. the new page (✿)

ACT V – i'm glad god created you.

41. the graduation party (✿)

42. i love you, now, forever, and always (✿)

43. the safe place

44. college, streamer (✿)

45. the love of my life (✿)

-> bonus! im yours (✿)

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bookshelfdreams · 11 months

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So the German dub is out and I would like to offer up to all of you how it deals with the problem of formal/informal form of address because it's really interesting

(Preface: all of this applies how we as modern people use these forms of address. In the actual 18th century, addressing any adult informally was very uncommon, even between close friends. But we're doing a DJenkins approach here)

(@rocketrouquine wrote about how it is handled in the French dub here; also very interesting!)

The thing to understand about formal vs informal you is that it's about politeness, yes - but that's just a very basic understanding. Yes, you are supposed to be formal with people you don't know, but what they don't teach you in highschool foreign language class are all the things choice of address can communicate. Namely, what distance there is between people. About the closeness of a relationship, what level you're interacting on, about signaling how far you will let a person into your life.

The crew of the Revenge all call each other Du (informal) - except for Stede, who everyone calls Sie (formal). Du is for friends and Stede is not their friend, he is the boss. There is a camaraderie and solidarity among the crew that Stede can't partake in. Sie, in this case, is like a barrier that you put up to keep someone from becoming too friendly with you and reminding them what kind of relationship this is (namely, a purely professional one).

This is underlined by the crew obviously and openly thinking Stede is an idiot - and by Stede calling everyone Du. Is it because he sees himself as a social superior who can address people informally but insists on formal address for himself? That's one way to read it! But more interesting and more accurate, in my opinion, is to read this as an attempt by Stede to make himself part of their ingroup. It's especially obvious when Stede invites Olu and Jim to sit with him on the couch in ep1; he's using Du while Olu very poignantly keeps insisting on Sie. It underlines how visibly uncomfortable Olu is sitting there trying to explain to Stede that people choose a life of crime out of necessity, while making Stede seem even more oblivious and out of place.

Interestingly, Stede uses Sie himself to put some professional distance between himself and someone else. Namely, with the tribe elder from ep2, who he addresses formally. Is this a sign of respect? Sure, he has a tendency to go for Sie by default. But it reminds me more of how one would be per Sie with a doctor or therapist; as a reminder that this is a strictly professional relationship. It's easier to be open and vulnerable with someone who you know isn't emotionally invested in your wellbeing, isn't it?

Stede comes from a background where one is expected to address everyone with Sie unless granted permission otherwise. This is a sign of respect, the same way lower class people on this show tend to use Du as sign of solidarity; on Nigel's ship, all the officers call each other Sie. So when Nigel uses Du with Stede, it adds a layer of disrespect, despite it being perfectly acceptable, since they have known each other as children. This is even more evident with Chauncey, who we see interact more with other pirates; when he wants something from someone (Izzy, Spanish Jackie) he calls them Sie, no problem, while Nigel's crew doesn't even make an attempt at showing some respect at the ep1 tea party.

And then there's Izzy. Izzy and Stede call each other every insult under the sun and also address each other formally the whole time, which is the funniest possible choice. Like. I'm not sure why "Sie Arschloch!" is 1000x more bitchy than "Du Arschloch!" but it just is. It's taking this whole game of distance and closeness to a whole new level; I despise you so much I would never entertain the notion of being friendly enough with you to use your first name. Sie Wichser. It's made even funnier by the fact that for Stede, Sie is much more intuitive than for Izzy. It seems like Izzy has to make a lot more of an effort to keep the Sie up, but he's not gonna be the one to break this particular stalemate first, goddammit.

Finally (because that's the really interesting bit, isn't it) Ed. Initially, in ep3, Stede calls Ed Sie, which, of course he would think to do that while he's laying there half dead and bleeding, I love him. Ed echoes this back, because he's determined to "do this right", make a good first impression, and I thought this would be it, they'd be per Sie until the kiss, like it often goes in media translated from English. Fine, I guess.

But then.

When Ed wakes Stede up, he immediately goes for Du. No warm up, no getting to know each other first at all. And it's great! First of all, because Ed of course is the type of person to just call everyone Du, but also because of what happens next: Stede calls him Du back. This is the first time this particular hand has been extended to him, and oh, is he excited to take it.

(Other people call Stede Du first, Spanish Jackie, the chief, but it's not like this; not an invitation)

Stede isn't meeting Blackbeard, he's meeting some guy named Ed. Someone he instantly makes friends with; someone who has already seen him at his worst and so, who he can be himself with. Someone he doesn't need to put up pretenses or worry about proper behaviour with. This scene would have lost so much had they decided to keep up the Sie.

Remember that camaraderie I talked about earlier? Solidarity among the crew that Stede tries but can't manage to share in? Here it is! Here is the guy who will play dress up with him, who will delight in his interests, who will be his friend.

Yes, sometimes an unprompted Du can be disrespectful. But sometimes it is like this: Hey. I see you. Want to be friends?

#i could have rambled on for hours this is SO INTERESTING to me and they made all the right choices #kudos. praise and kudos.#our flag means death #stede bonnet #edward teach #thoughts #Unsere Flagge bedeutet den TOD 🏴‍☠️

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hatt0riart · 10 months

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I WANTED TO MAKE MORE THAN JUST THIS but it took like. a week to get done and im sick these days

anyways in light of mk1's nonsense i revisited some koncepts i had for a roleswap au. i took hanzo's inspiration from a mix of mkx and mk11 outfits and kuai i kind of just winged it based off my own preferences in past appearances!!

more rambling is under the cut about the actual AU :-]

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY ART ON ANY OTHER SOCIAL MEDIA OR CROP THEM FOR ICONS. THANK YOU!

SO I HAVE NOT ACTUALLY DEVELOPED THIS BEYOND SOME OLD SKETCHES I HAD OF KUAI'S DESIGN but i had some general ideas of how this was supposed to work???

the shirai ryu is still alive and well! he's still a family man and very clan oriented. satoshi is still born and grows into his clan's responsibilities, however harumi dies in child birth.

the lin kuei on the other hand is Not Doing Well. they end up getting wiped out during a raid from the shirai ryu and most of kuai's immediate family (whether by choice or blood) ends up going down with them.

prior to this kuai ends up passing after a failed mission to retrieve the map of elements from the shaolin temple in an attempt to prove himself to his clan. (instead of bi-han being the one set on that path, kuai ends up taking the initiative instead WAY before he's ready without anyone's knowledge and ends up dying when met with scorpion.)

most of it is similar how it is in actual canon for how scorpion's story goes. he gets resurrected he pledges loyalty to quan chi in order to get revenge, blah blah blah. mortal kombat happens. the two meet again at some point.

kuai's still on that "you killed my family" juice but its...more so about familial ties (like bi-han and smoke) rather than it being the love(s) of his life (like hanzo's wife and son) , seeing as he died young from his own overzealous nature.

very much has anger issues. he's impatient and has alot shorter of a temper by comparison to scorpion in the original canon. hardly ever humbled until that point lol

hanzo on the other hand is surprisingly more lax. meditates often, drinks alot of tea and while he *IS* stressed he handles it alot better than kuai does. maybe has a problem of ignoring his problems though for the sake of the task at hand.

kuai ends up harassing hanzo alot in this AU even outside of the tournament. he's kind of a bitchy ghost there to remind hanzo of what happened to him and lowkey hanzo guilts over it.

kuai has alot of grim reaper motifs in his design. he carries a scythe made of ice primarily and fights at a more long distance range.

hanzo on the other hand is alot more of an up close brawler. he keeps alot of design traits from mkx with a bit of mk11 sprinkled in for inspiration of his "classic" design.

STILL A PYROMANCER!! i just havent thought out how. he's just regarded with a bit more respect for having those unnatural abilities lol

but yeah this is just me spitballing in bullet points. i'm hoping to make more stuff later that is a bit more...thought out properly but it follows more of like

mk mythologies --> mk9 -> mkx

type of timeline i guess? except hanzo is in bi-han's position and kuai ends up being put in scorpion's. bi-han doesn't really have a place in the AU outside of being a background character and driving motive for kuai's vengeance later on. (though we're not gonna talk about how bi-han's mentality eventually fed into kuai's at a young age and made him come to the conclusions he did before he died.... maybe.)

smoke exists for the sake of painful flashbacks lol

satoshi's also a bg character but he does end up growing up with the shirai ryu and takes on his own share of clan responsibilities. idk whether or not he takes after hanzo's pyromancy or not in this AU but either way he grows up to be a well respected figure in the clan!

alot of stuff outside of this remains the same though, just the lin kuei and shirai ryu's dynamics get swapped.

ANYWAYS YEAH IF YOU READ THRU ALL THIS THANKS FOR READING BYEEEE (i'll be adding to this au more later on when i finish my other sketches lol)

#mortal kombat #au #mortal kombat au #mk #mk1 #mkx #mk11 #mk9 #sub zero #scorpion #kuai liang #hanzo hasashi #roleswap au #subscorp #subscorp roleswap au

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torhues · 1 year

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iwaizumi hajime.

iwaizumi made it clear when you broke up with him— that you wouldn't get together— as if it wasn't an unspoken rule already. you weren't so sure of his words but, pride had your conscience in its hands and you agreed, saying you wouldn't even think about doing that.

now you're sitting in a fancy cake shop in Florence, with iwaizumi in front of you. the last time you saw him was in highschool, when you broke up with him on the way to airport, when he said the two of you would be just fine even in a long distance relationship, when you said it was hard for you, when he asked whether you trust him, and when you said you do but it had started to shake.

the last time you saw him was around five years ago, see you don't even remember the timeline. you've been keeping a blurry image of him walking away as a souvenir for your eyes failed to give you a clearer look back then.

the orders are sitting on the table but you don't care enough to tend to them. on other days, you would take a picture— multiple pictures— send it to your friends, post it on your social media account if you feel like it, make it another insignificant moment of your life saved in the gallery. on other days, you would enjoy the dessert but today, the pear sauce on vanilla bread seems to reduce your appetite.

"i can't believe we're meeting all the way here, in Italy," albeit, he seems to enjoy his cake.

you imagined meeting him in California or Japan, or somewhere in Canada, at most, since he always wanted to visit the country, especially during fall, and coincidently, you've enrolled in the fall course for post-graduate studies, at some university. not Italy, not in the middle of your vacation that was supposed to be some sort of self-sobriety programme.

you nod. "me neither,"

and then he starts talking about college, what he has been up to recently, directing the same questions to you while you do your best to give a brief response. it isn't the timing that is making you feel out of place but instead, it's how normal iwaizumi is. you don't expect an argument, not an iwaizumi who can never forget you for your impromptu breakup and, neither the one who would ask you to get back together because living without you feels like hell,

like diving deep into the ocean without oxygen.

you don't want to have a melodramatic conversation but, you don't want him to act like you didn't leave him with loose ends, as if you didn't hurt him when all he ever did was make you happy. you want him to hate you, to utter all the words along the lines of love and loathe, to tell you that he loved you and still did, that it was so hard to move on and every breath pierced like glass shards in the heart, that he spent nights crying while reading your texts knowing you'd never come back and when he has been doing better finally, you appear in his life like nothing ever happened, and drag him back to step one. you want him to tell you things that resonate with the yearning you have for him in his heart, desperately beautiful yet painful, so that you don't have to ask yourself over and over again, am i the only one who still feels this way?

"how's life?" you ask this once, instead of letting him ask all the questions that you don't have a definite answer to.

iwaizumi pauses, he takes a breath, a look out of the glass windows, your eyes follow his gaze, there's a soft smile on his face.

iwaizumi lifts up his fingers. "i'm engaged," he's engaged. "and it'd be appreciated if you could make it to the wedding next month," and he's inviting you to his wedding next month.

he continues about how suddenly things happened and how sorry he is for not being able to invite you to the engagement; you don't mind any of it, quite frankly. you didn't even expect him to do that after changing your number. that's not what you're worried about, that is not even the worst part.

iwaizumi is engaged.

the sixteen year old boy who told you that he'd marry you the moment you both turn eighteen, the eighteen year old guy who promised to stay by your side— one who shared his firsts with you and swore to make you his last— is engaged. your heart is racing at a thousand miles per second, and for all the wrong reasons.

now that you notice, his smile has gotten wider, and he's talking about the girl he met in college and how she makes him feel like the happiest person ever. you notice the way he still fiddles with his fingers while talking about someone or something that he adores, the way he says those words with eyes that seem like they would never run out of love to give. the sunset shines upon him, he looks exactly the way he did on your first date.

do you smile the same way at her?

you know, you're in no place to complain, for you were the one to leave him when he begged you to say. it's not that you don't want him to move on in life, you said he deserved someone better the day you broke up, it still rings in your head as a reminder of your biggest mistake. you want to happy for him but, something about him moving on and you being stuck in the same place leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.

"yn," he calls your name, you respond by shifting your eyes in his direction. "are you listening?" you are, albeit, you don't know how much you're processing.

you're picturing them together, doing everything you did with him; holding hands, going on dates, kissing, hugging, sleeping next to each other, movie nights that felt ever so intimate— you imagine her sharing every little memory but one that's a better version. you feel as if yo—

"if i ask you to get back with me, would you?" you ask, letting the words you've been suppressing for so long flow like water in a stream, one that could potentially flood everything around.

"yn, i'm engaged—"

"i mean, had you not been engaged and had i asked you to get back together," you clarify, "would you have agreed?"

there's a pause, a series of silence, strings of regret, traces of shared memories from the past that fill the little gaps in the air like blood in sinusoids. you remember your first fight with iwaizumi, and you want to know what he's thinking. it's not like you can tell, you forgot how to do that long ago. iwaizumi rarely ever looks disappointed or upset enough to give you a silent treatment. for a second, you think it's that, but it turns out you're wrong.

he doesn't look sad or angry, not disappointed at your question considering he's about to get married. instead, iwaizumi looks like he's hurting. as if he has waited for long, hoping to catch a glance of you somewhere even if it's in middle of a crowd because it's fine, that works. he can always reach you out amidst a crowd. iwaizumi looks like he doesn't have a definite answer to your question, but he is telling you that it's your fault.

a second passes and his phone rings. your eyes fall upon the caller ID, it's a name with a heart, you think it's her. it has to be, because iwaizumi, without sparing you a second glance, stands up, and puts on his coat, ready to leave. the little hope of getting an answer to that question goes off the moment he picks up his phone, or maybe even before that, because it doesn't look like iwaizumi has an answer to that.

but he stops. "no," he says.

and you realise, to him, you're the memory he buried deep in his mind while to you, iwaizumi is the air you struggle to breathe.

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idyllic-ghost · 2 years

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a helping hand; mingyu x reader

request: Omg omg omg I just had this scenario in my head where like the reader and Mingyu are co-workers but enemies and do not get along but one day they both take the same subway home and it is unusually crowded and packed and the reader starts to get a bit uncomfortable with so many people and a bit claustrophobic. Mingyu notices it and takes the reader to a corner near the doors and like puts his hand on the wall to support himself while towering himself over her but still maintaining the necessary distance so that she gets some space from the crowd and it's just a very cute moment between them where they don't consider each other enemies for a moment. (requested by anon)

synopsis: your usually bitter coworker becomes your hero during a train ride home

a/n: sorry this one's so short, i have a lot of requests to get through!

warnings: crowds, social anxiety mentions, phobia for dark places

genre: coworker!au

word count: 1.4k

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"Please make a copy of these for me, Y/L/N," Mingyu said coldly as he walked past your desk and slammed a stack of papers down in front of you.

You glared daggers into your coworker's back as he walked away, not even paying attention to the stack of papers cluttering up your workspace. For as long as you had worked for this company, Kim Mingyu has been trying to make your life a living hell. He started just a month before you, but for some reason he had decided to take the role of your personal manager.

"Why can't you do it yourself, Mr. Kim?" you asked loudly, making him stop and turn back to you.

"I'm off on my lunch break, and we need a copy of those papers for our next meeting." He shrugged. "It's only logical that you take care of it."

"I think it would be more logical for you to finish all of your duties before going on break," you snapped back.

"You're a part of this team too, Y/L/N," he said. "We're supposed to work together."

With that, he walked away. You sighed and picked up the papers, making sure that they laid in a straight pile instead of a messy mass as he had left it. It was clear that Mingyu wouldn't be making those copies, and it needed to be done. If you tried to complain, it would likely only backfire, so you walked over to the copy machine and got to work. You couldn't wrap your head around what Kim Mingyu had against you. When you first met he seemed nice, social, and definitely not hard on the eyes - but you would never tell anyone that. He seemed like everyone's dream partner, work partner or otherwise, until he started being an asshole to you every chance he got. It wasn't blatant rudeness, but it was enough for you to notice.

Most of the things he did were just petty; like filling his coffee cup more than he should just so that he could take the last of the coffee from you, or making you run errands for the company by strategically putting himself to work before your supervisor could hand him the task. Because they weren't outright harmful acts, you couldn't complain about it without seeming petty yourself - resulting in you trying to be petty in response.

After your last meeting, you started packing up and making your way home. Both you and Mingyu took the same way home, you even got off at the same train stop. Every day you would be a few steps ahead of him. You had the habit of putting on joggers after your day at the office, finding that bringing an extra pair of shoes was worth it for the walk to the train. Mingyu stayed in his rather uncomfortable, but fancy, shoes, so despite his long legs he never caught up to you.

When waiting at the platform, you stood a few meters away from each other but close enough to get through the same train door. You did this in order to not have to talk to each other, but you also didn't seem like you were avoiding each other. Avoiding one another was strictly childish behavior, and neither of you would sink to that level.

Today was different, as the station was more crowded than usual. You ended up standing shoulder to shoulder with your coworker, but the loud surroundings made it impossible to talk - which made you eternally grateful. The big crowd made you incredibly anxious, you had never been good with being surrounded by a large group of people. It was similar to feeling wet food in the sink, or the feeling you got when the elevator takes a few seconds longer to open. Dread filled your nerves, and you wanted nothing more than for the train to arrive so that you could get home. You started fiddling with anything you could; your finger nails, the ring on your right hand, the hem of your shirt, anything. The fidgeting alerted your coworker, who wasn't pleased with the situation but in a way that was annoyed rather than anxious.

As the train arrived, most people on the station started getting on. You considered taking the next train, because maybe there would be fewer people on that one, but you couldn't. Being so close to the entrance, both you and Mingyu were pushed through the door by the sheer force of the crowd. At this point you were on the verge of tears, starting to become overwhelmed with the amount of bodies surrounding you. Pressed up against everyone around you, you could do nothing but follow the stream of people onto the train. Your skin was tingling, like the feeling of an itchy sweater, and sweat started building up under your collar. Everything was too loud, and everyone was too close.

Once inside, it didn't get any better. You felt someone grab at your arm, and when you looked to your side you saw Mingyu again. He was pulling you through the crowded train. All the seats were taken, but he managed to find an empty corner which he guided you to. He put his hand on your back and urged you to stand in the empty area. When you were in place, he stood in front of you like a shield. With him towering in front of you, you couldn't see anybody, and more importantly you weren't surrounded by the masses. You looked up at him and mouthed a "thank you", and he responded with a knowing nod before he turned his head to look out through the window. You took the opportunity to study his face for a moment. It was something you had only done briefly right as you had met him. Now that you were looking at him so up-close, you noticed that his furrowed brow was more out of concern than frustration - and that even with that slight frown his lips looked incredibly soft and delicate. Kim Mingyu, your unofficially sworn work-enemy, might actually be worried about you. If it weren’t for the fact that you were the underdog in the situation, you would’ve definitely poked fun at him.

The two of you stood in silence, you didn't even have the courage to take your headphones out from your pocket. For whatever reason, it felt like if you moved an inch, it would end in catastrophe. The moving train was enough to make you cautious. There was nothing for you to hold onto, so you had to focus all your willpower on making sure you could stand on your own two feet. However, the train didn't appreciate your attempts at keeping your normal work-relationships after this ride, as it shook when running something over on the track. The shaking itself was enough to make you stumble. If it had only stopped at that, you would've been fine. Life found it's way to make you miserable, though. The train came to a halting stop, which sent you flying into Mingyu's chest. He held you by the waist with one hand, holding onto a railing with the other.

"There has been an accident on the rails, please be patient as we solve the issue," a voice said over the intercoms.

A few groans could be heard around the train cart. Some people had fallen. Due to the massive amounts of people, most couldn't hold onto something to keep themselves steady. You, however, did. Your arms were still wrapped around mingyu, your face pushed against his chest.

"I am so sorry-" You tried to get away from him but then the light flickered.

Mingyu's grip on you tightened as the lights turned off. Your ear was still against his chest, and you could hear his heart beating a mile a minute. He was scared of the dark. In any other situation, you would've teased him for it but now it wasn't the time. You decided against bullying him, since he had helped you while getting on the train. Instead, you let him hold you without saying a word. His strong arms held you tightly, and you could feel his hand shaking as he kept it on your back. There was a low murmur throughout the train, as people talked about what could've possibly happened, but the two of you stayed quiet. Mingyu was practically frozen, only relaxing his muscles once a voice started speaking over the intercoms and the lights flickered back on again.

"We are happy to say that no one was injured in the accident," the voice over the intercoms said. "The train will start moving again shortly. Thank you for your patience."

Mingyu let go of your waist and cleared his throat, looking away from you as you did the same.

The next day at work you first saw Mingyu when he walked into the morning meeting. He looked tired, as if he had already been here for a while despite it being so early in the morning.

"Excuse my late arrival," he said as he sat down. "I was busy copying up the new schedules and the copy machine was down."

Making copies. A job he would usually settle you with, specifically when you had just sat down in the meeting. Mingyu handed you a new schedule, your fingers brushing against each other. When you looked up at him he gave you a soft smile. This was new...

Neither of you said anything about the day before. There was nothing to say. You had taken the train together, then walked your separate ways home, but for some reason everything had slightly shifted. He was still an ass to you, but from time to time he would do something unexpected. Something had changed, and you definitely didn't mind.

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starsstuddedsky · 1 year

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Chapter 7 - The Cataclysm

reader x jihoon

Chapter 6 | masterlist | Chapter 8

summary: when you're caught in a simple lie, the best solution? dig in and stick to your guns until everything inevitably goes wrong and everyone gets hurt

or, a serial dater and a pessimist fake a relationship in the vain hope that nothing will go wrong

genre: fluff, angst, non-idol au, lawyer au, coworkers to lovers??? friends to lovers???? fake dating!!!!!

warnings: alcohol, food, cursing, lmk if i missed any!

wc: 5.8k

a/n: we're getting so close to the end!!!

taglist: open! send an ask or comment!

Jihoon is used to being late, at least for social functions. He’s only been late for work twice, both times out of his control, only ever missed one lecture during university because he got food poisoning. But with his friends, he’s expected to be late. If Jihoon says he’s coming at 7, everyone knows he won’t show up until 8.

So why does it bother him that he’s late tonight? He even warned you that it would be another half an hour when Seokmin came crying to his office about some mistake he made on the Calvin’s case. It’s not a very good first impression on your friends, even if it holds up to your characterization of him (according to you).

So as soon as he gets out of the office, he rushes over, leaving his car in your apartment's garage and walking two blocks to the party. He knocks on the townhouse door, a pretty shade of green, not so bright that it stands out, dark and subtle. Just as he raises his hand to knock again, the door swings open and Jihoon realizes his mistake.

“Welcome!” The door is opened by a man (a grown man) wearing a skin tight suit and cat ears. He clearly has already drunk too much, swaying on his feet. It takes him a full thirty seconds to realize he doesn’t know Jihoon, walking away with a frown leaving the door open.

It’s a costume party. It’s Halloween, of course it’s a costume party, but Jihoon is standing on the doorstep still wearing a plain blue button down and slacks and looking like a complete idiot. And before he can even think of a backup plan someone is shouting his name.

“Jihoon!” Soonyoung shouts. He’s wearing a tiger print sheet wrapped around him, more or less covering the important bits, but clearly meant to show off his well-defined muscles. Jihoon would bet anything he disappears to do push-ups every twenty minutes just to keep his biceps popping.

Soonyoung, friends since high school, won the talent show in high school with a dance cover of Beyoncé’s Crazy in Love and nearly killed you falling off the podium, which Jihoon figures is a pretty accurate description of both you and Soonyoung. Has been dressing up as a tiger for Halloween for over ten years now.

“Soonyoung,” he says, allowing the other man to drag him inside.

“What are you supposed to be?” Soonyoung asks, words slurring just a tiny bit.

“A person with a job,” Jihoon grumbles. “What are you?”

“Zeus, obviously,” Soonyoung says. He glances at the tiger print wrapped around the other man. Jihoon doesn’t see any Greek god in particular. Or any Greek. Or any God. Mostly he just sees tigers.

“Dude, you��re ripped.” Soonyoung latches onto Jihoon, wrapping his free hand around his shoulder. It travels to his arms, squeezing his biceps, triceps, back up to his back and touching everything he can. “Where do you work out? Do you need a gym buddy? Can I be your gym buddy?”

“How much have you had to drink?” Jihoon asks, pushing Soonyoung back an arm’s distance away.

“Two shots? And this.” He holds up a bottle of some mixed drink.

“Yeah, Soonyoung is a bit of a lightweight,” a new voice says. Jihoon turns and it takes all of his willpower not to jump. The man that approaches (and rescues Jihoon from Soonyoung’s clingy grip) wears a scarily accurate Edward Scissorhands costume, complete with hair he isn’t entirely sure is a wig and sharp-looking blades of metal attached to his fingers.

Jeonghan, soccer player that you befriended in college. In your own words, “thinks he’s more arrogant than he is,” “highly judgemental,” and “simultaneously the worst person you’ve ever met and your most beloved friend in the world.”

“Yoon Jeonghan,” he says. “I’d shake your hand, but…” He waves the knives. “And you are the infamous Lee Jihoon. Soonyoung, shake the man’s hand for me.”

He practically jumps at the opportunity, except the bottle is in his right hand and he almost spills it on himself. His hand is warm and sweaty and it’s a terrible handshake.

“Good strong grip,” Soonyoung says, giggling.

“Thanks?”

“Yeah, He’s going to be gone in about two hours,” Jeonghan says. “But he’ll be fine. I’m much more interested in you.”

You warned him about Jeonghan but it’s a different experience to be analyzed by him in person. Especially when he’s clad in leather and wearing blades for hands.

“No costume? Wait, let me guess.” Jeonghan pauses, raising his eyebrows. “Too busy?”

“I came straight from the office,” Jihoon says. He hates how it sounds like an excuse. He showed up, didn’t he? Why isn’t that enough?

“Costumes are overrated,” Jeonghan says.

Jihoon raises his eyebrows, glancing at Jeonghan’s costume again.

“There’s a competition,” Jeonghan says. “Not here,” he adds quickly. “I would not put in this much effort for these losers. They clearly don’t require that.”

Jihoon can’t argue with that. Most of the people scattered around the couches and up the stairs are wearing half assed costumes, many of which are meant to show as much skin as possible. It reminds him of the college parties he never went to, except everyone here is an adult.

“Where’s yn?” Jihoon asks, since it’s really the only thing he’s sure Jeonghan won’t judge him for. It should hopefully win him points.

“Upstairs, drinking with some old college friends. They probably gave up waiting for someone that never shows up.”

“Sorry about that,” Jihoon mutters.

“I’m just kidding!” Jeonghan says with a grin. It’s a little scary with his outfit. “I don’t think yn actually thought you’d come to be honest.” It’s clear he doesn’t just mean you had no faith in him.

“I guess I did that to myself,” he says. “I’d apologize to Soonyoung for the anniversary incident, but I don’t think he’ll remember.”

Soonyoung giggles, finishing his drink. “I won’t!” He pushes off Jeonghan, wandering away.

“Should we be worried about him?” Jihoon asks, frowning at his unsteady walk.

“You-no, me-eh,” Jeonghan says. “He’s been worse.” He tries to fold his arms but the scissors on his hands knock against everything. “So what did you do for the anniversary?”

Jihoon thinks he can hear an actual warning bell going off, but you’ve trained him for this. He’s prepared. “Nothing that special. Yn just came over and we cooked together and just spent time together.”

“How boring,” Jeonghan says. “You at least got them a gift, right?”

“Of course,” Jihoon says. “An amazing one. Well, something yn likes. It’s actually not that amazing but yn liked it.”

“That’s the important part,” Jeonghan says. “Do I get to know what it is?”

“Nope,” Jihoon says, even though he knows you already told him. He just doesn’t want to talk about the painstaking task of harassing the office manager until you finally got a working printer. It doesn’t sound particularly romantic, plus you were the one that actually did it. He feels a little guilty claiming the credit for it, especially since you managed to get him a chair specifically made for athletic office workers.

“Well, I have evaluated and assessed and you are okay,” Jeonghan says. “For now.”

“Should I be more offended by the ‘okay’ or the ‘for now’?” Jihoon asks.

“The ‘okay’ was a compliment,” Jeonghan says. “You don’t know how rarely I give them out, especially to yn’s boyfriends. Honestly the only thing that’s saving you is what yn said about you. And the fact that you’re a real, living person. I wasn’t entirely convinced until tonight. But you are exactly what yn said you’re like.”

“And the ‘for now’?”

Jeonghan shrugs. “This is the first time I’ve ever met you, so… for now. I already said I liked you well enough so don’t push it.”

“Thank you?” Jihoon says.

“You’re welcome.” Jeonghan throws an arm over his shoulder, blades rattling over his arm. Jihoon still isn’t sure if they’re fake or not.

“Look who I found!” Soonyoung shouts. He pushes another body across the room to where Jihoon and Jeonghan stand. Thankfully his costume is less extreme and Jihoon can recognize him.

Vernon. Friends since college, a linguistics major with a passion for film. Apparently watched Everything Everywhere All At Once recently because he has sausages for fingers. Fake sausages, taped loosely and falling off.

Jihoon is pretty sure you wanted to introduce your friends to him yourself, but it’s too late now. Soonyoung pushes from behind, except his hands are full with a drink in each. Vernon allows himself to be pushed until he’s in front of Jihoon.

“Hey, you’re Jihoon,” he says.

“You’re Vernon.”

“Soonyoung, shake the man’s hand for Vernon,” Jeonghan says.

“Oh that’s not—” Vernon begins.

“Too late!” Soonyoung says, shaking his hand, a bottle separating the hands. He lets go, leaving the drink in Jihoon’s hand. “That’s for you! Neither of these two idiots chose costumes that allow them to use their hands.”

“Thanks,” Jihoon says. Normally he only drinks the expensive alcohol that Seungkwan gets as gifts or beer but tonight he can make an exception. For you. Besides, the drink is overly sweet and fizzy, but it’s not bad, and the more he drinks from it, the better it tastes.

“You’re not going to question me?” Jihoon asks Vernon.

“Nah, that’s Jeonghan’s thing,” he says. “I’m a vibe guy. Checking vibes.”

“You’re strange,” Jihoon says.

“Thank you,” Vernon says, resting a hand full of sausage-fingers on Jihoon’s shoulder.

“You’re welcome,” Jihoon says, doing his best not to frown at the strange sensation of fake fingers on his shoulder.

“How long before you have to run off and put out a fire?” Jeonghan asks.

“You’re a firefighter?” Soonyoung asks, eyes wide.

“It’s a metaphor, dude,” Vernon says. “Though I bet he could carry you pretty easily.”

“Right! Because he’s strong!” Soonyoung leans closer, moving to look at Jihoon’s shoulders again. Then, apparently he gets distracted, because he sniffs at Vernon’s fingers, then opens his mouth.

“Soonyoung they're fake!” Vernon says, yanking his hand away and accidentally shoving Jihoon forward. Instead of biting into Vernon’s (fake) sausage fingers, Soonyoung’s mouth falls onto Jihoon’s shoulder, teeth and all.

“Soonyoung!” Jeonghan shouts, grabbing the other man.

“Yuck,” Soonyoung says. “You taste like laundry detergent and sweat.”

“How do you know what laundry detergent tastes like?” Vernon asks.

“Don’t ask,” Jeonghan says, rolling his eyes. “Four shot Soonyoung is not allowed anywhere near cleaning supplies. Or kitchens.”

“I’m going to go find yn,” Jihoon says, taking another sip of his drink. He doesn’t think he’s had much, but it’s nearly empty. Strange. He can feel it when he walks to the stairs, vaguely aware of Jeonghan, Soonyoung, and Vernon following him. A slight buzz that makes his ears feel warm and steps light. He pushes past a Woody and Buzz Lightyear making out on the stairs, which take way more focus than usual to ascend.

The second floor has more space than the first, a wide room with sofas and a floor that would be empty if it weren’t for all the people sitting on it. He sees you immediately, sitting between someone wearing a half-deflated dinosaur costume and Howl from Howl’s Moving Castle. You’re laughing, because it’s you, and he thinks he can listen to you laugh for the rest of his life. And then you see him.

“Jihoon!” You jump up with a ridiculous grin. Jihoon remembers what Jeonghan said. You never expected him to show up. He thinks it might be true with how happy you look now. You almost tackle him in a hug.

“Why is there a wet mark on your shoulder?” You ask into his chest.

“Your friends are weird.”

You laugh again, squeezing him tight. “I’m sorry.”

“They’re fun though,” he says. “I like them.”

“Now you’re the one being weird,” you say. You let go of him, studying him. He watches as your eyes narrow in on the drink in his hand. “Oh my god, are you drunk?”

“It’s one drink, I’m not that much of a lightweight,” Jihoon says.

Clearly you’ve had more than one drink because you laugh yet again. You haven’t stopped smiling since he appeared, and Jihoon kind of hopes you never stop.

“You weren’t too mean, were you?” You say, turning to face Jeonghan. Your hand slips into Jihoon’s.

“”You won’t believe me if I say no,” he says.

“That’s because you never liked any of my boyfriends,” you say. “But now that you’ve met Jihoon, you have to admit it. He’s different.”

“He is definitely not your type,” Vernon says. Jihoon decides not to think too much about that.

You spin around to face Jihoon again, dropping his hand. “Guess what I am?” You ask, more than a little giggly. You raise your arms to show your full black outfit, complete little black wings that dangle. You spin in a circle and there’s a little black tail that follows you, bouncing gently. He has absolutely no idea what you are supposed to be but you’re smiling at him looking absolutely giddy and he decides any guess is better than nothing.

“The endangered solenodon?”

“Not endangered anymore! But still venomous,” you say. “And no! They aren’t even black. I’m Toothless, obviously.” You wave your wings.

“That was my second guess,” Jihoon says. “Who’s Toothless?”

“Toothless? How to Train A Dragon?”

“Never seen it,” Jihoon says.

“This is a travesty. A crime. You could be sued for this. I’m writing a lawsuit in my head.”

Jihoon wraps an arm around you, pulling you back to his side. “If I watch it with you, will you promise not to sue me?”

“Hm.” You eye him. “I won’t sue you for How to Train A Dragon. I won’t agree to anything else.”

“Are there more lawsuits being planned up in your head?” He asks, poking your head gently. It’s been a while since he’s let himself just relax but it seems to come naturally when he’s with you.

“Just you wait,” you say. “You have no idea what you’ve started by dating me.”

“No, I do not,” Jihoon says, barely more than a whisper. You don’t hear him.

You flap your wings rather pitifully. “I like my costume.”

“I’m very sorry to be the one to tell you this, but you are not winning any costume contests tonight,” Jihoon says. He can’t help but laugh when you pout.

“As long as no one else calls me a bat,” you say. Jihoon laughs and hugs you again.

“You’d be a really cute bat, though,” he says. The drink must have really kicked in but Jihoon can’t find it in himself to care.

“Are you done being disgusting?” Jeonghan says. He’s moved past both of you to the floor, joining Dinosaur dude and Howl and a few other people on the floor.

“It’s not disgusting! It’s true love!” Soonyoung cries. “Yn deserves it!”

“Okay, buddy,” Vernon says, saving everyone from a shower by grabbing the cup from Soonyoung’s hand. “Let’s maybe chill out.”

“I will not!” Soonyoung says. He sprawls onto the floor, limbs flying everywhere. There’s a scramble to move anything in his path. “Love is more important than anything! I will not be silenced!”

“No one is silencing you,” you say. You pull Jihoon down beside you, crossing your legs on the floor. Jihoon sits back against the couch and you lean into him, your shoulder pressing into his chest so that you’re mostly covering him. Soonyoung wiggles on the floor like a worm until his head is in your lap.

“You’re upside down,” he says.

You shake your head, turning to Jihoon. “You see what I deal with? Fooling them is like taking candy from a baby.”

“I had no idea you had such malicious intentions,” Jihoon says. He wonders if having a second drink is the best idea, but a bottle is being placed in his hand and the first one tasted so good, so he just figures he’ll do what he wants tonight and deal with the consequences later.

“Who’s down for some truth or dare?” Someone he doesn’t know asks.

“Yes!” Soonyoung says, jumping out of your lap. “Yes, yes, yes!”

“Yes, as long as no one dares Soonyoung to jump out of any windows,” Jeonghan says.

“Has that happened?” Jihoon asks you softly.

“Yeah, he broke both his legs and wanted to do it again because ‘it was wrong the first time,’” you say.

“Yn? Jihoon?” Vernon says.

“We are grown adults with real jobs,” Jihoon whispers in your ear. “This is a game for teenagers.”

“You’ve never played Truth or Dare, have you?” You say, turning to face him. His face gives him away without a word.

“We’re in!” You announce.

The circle starts halfway across, three people away. Ironman is dared to chug her drink, then a fairy talks about her worst sexual experience (Jihoon can feel his cheeks burning the more details she adds). The person next to him (wearing a clown mask and regular clothes in a poor man’s imitation of the joker) chooses truth too, and Vernon asks him to honestly say whether he relates to the joker or not.

“Heath Ledger of Joaquin Phoenix?” Joker asks.

“Joaquin Phoenix,” Vernon says.

“I mean, we’re all a little bit like the Joker,” Joker says. “Especially us guys that get overlooked.” He glances around the room, pausing at the men in the circle. “Right?”

“Nope,” Vernon says.

“I have never felt like that,” Dinosaur says.

“What are we talking about?” Jihoon says in a fake whisper.

“It’s a movie,” you fake whisper back. “Don’t worry about it. But also don’t sit too close to that guy.”

“Hey!” Joker says. He glares at you so Jihoon sits up a little straighter, letting his arm rest on top of yours.

“Your turn!” Jeonghan says, apparently blind to reading the room. “Jihoon, truth or dare?”

“This is so dumb,” Jihoon grumbles. He has only one choice, though. ‘Truth’ runs too many risks of questions he can’t answer, so he says, “Dare.”

“Great!” Jeonghan says. “I dare you to kiss yn.”

“Seriously?” Jihoon says. You sit up, no longing lounging on his chest.

“Don’t mess around, Jeonghan,” you say. You wiggle your eyebrows and seem to be trying to communicate with your eyes, but Jeonghan seems to be blind yet again.

“I’d never joke! It’s just a kiss,” he says. “He’s getting off easy, honestly.”

“It’s true,” Soonyoung says. “I once jumped out of a window.”

“You enjoyed that,” Vernon says.

You turn to face Jihoon. Your smile is gone. “You don’t have to do this,” you say softly.

“It’s fine.” Jihoon shrugs. “If you’re good, I’m good.” It’s not the most romantic words he could have said, but they do the trick because you close your mouth and lean a little closer to him, resting your hand on his chest. He’s been this close to you so many times, but it never fails to make his heart race.

“This okay?” You breathe.

“Of course,” he somehow manages to say. You stay there for a moment, eyes flickering between his eyes and his lips and Jihoon wonders if he should do something. Thankfully, you close your eyes and lean even closer and then your lips are on his.

There are two types of kisses in the world, not that Jihoon has ever experienced either of them. Still, he has learned (from an embarrassing amount of anime and his own friends’ conservative retellings) that they exist.

#1 is an awkward thing, a short, chaste peck on the lips that hardly counts as a kiss, or maybe an attempt at something more that ends with teeth gnashing against each other and tongues ‘battling for dominance’ that leaves both parties changed for the worse.

#2 is deep, soul changing, dizzying, breathtaking, a million more verbs that he can’t think of, leaving both parties so senseless they can’t remember their own names, only the heat of the moment.

Jihoon thinks that these are bullshit, because this kiss is neither of them.

Your lips are soft against his, and he finds it easy to gently press them apart, to pull you even closer to him. This is definitely not a chaste kiss (not when there’s this much tongue involved) but he doesn’t feel his soul change. Only his lips because when he finally pulls away (memory fully intact), he realizes that this was, technically, his first kiss.

So maybe you did change him, fundamentally, but he figures A) you’ve already stolen his first kiss and B) your lips are warm and soft, so he comes to the conclusion that C) he might as well just kiss you again and deal with the consequences later. He might have kissed you all night, until the taste of your last drink (a hard lemonade?) washed away and all that is left is you. Unfortunately, when he finally pulls away to breathe after the second kiss, he can hear the whoops (and groans) from the circle and the illusion is gone.

Fact #15: you are a good kisser.

Reality hits him, but luckily he’s just tipsy enough to push it away, pretending that the redness in his face is from the alcohol instead of embarrassment. You hide behind your hands, leaning into his embrace when Jihoon pulls you into his chest.

“Too much?” He asks in what he hopes is a whisper.

You shake your head. Before you can say anything else, Soonyoung slaps your leg.

“Come on,” he says. “Truth or dare.”

“Truth,” you say, still hiding behind your hands.

“How long did you have feelings for Jihoon before you did anything?” Vernon asks.

You peek from behind your hands, shooting a glare at Vernon before turning to Jihoon. “It’s hard to say.”

“Boo,” Soonyoung says. “Something spicy or you have to take a shot.”

“Nothing spicy to say,” you say quickly. “But I guess technically it all started this one night, just after graduation. College graduation, I mean.” You meet his eyes. “I still remember thinking ‘he’s going to be a really great man one day.’ And I was right.”

Jihoon is positive that everyone in the room knows the redness in his face is not from the alcohol but he doesn’t really care. All he can see is you looking at him, and he wonders why he’s never seen you before, why you’ve been by his side for his whole life but never here, like this.

And then he remembers that you aren’t, not really.

“They have to take a shot for that, right?” Soonyoung says.

“Yeah that was boring,” Jeonghan says.

“Not fair!” You say. “I told the truth!”

“Should have lied, I guess,” Vernon says with a shrug. He pours the shot and hands it over. You frown at it but knock it back, hiding your face back into Jihoon’s chest as soon as the shot glass is out of your hands. The game continues but Jihoon can only see you.

“That was disgusting,” you say.

“Tequila?”

“Vodka,” you say. He wonders if he’d be able to taste it if he kisses you. The rational part of him thinks both of you don’t need to suffer the flavor but he can’t stop imagining it.

“Let’s go find some snacks,” you whisper. You glare at Jeonghan and Vernon. “This game isn’t very much fun anymore.”

“Come on,” he says, jumping up and holding out his hands for you. You take them and pull yourself up, linking your arms and leaning on him the entire way down the stairs instead of using the railing. Jihoon isn’t going to complain anytime soon, even when you reach the last step and continue to lean on him.

In the kitchen, he finds a bowl of chips that you proceed to snatch off the table and hoard like a dragon with gold, except this gold is high in sodium and perfect for drunk munchies. Jihoon leans against the counter beside you, occasionally offering you a sip of water, content to stay like this as long as you want.

A few minutes later, Jeonghan appears.

“Ugh, I thought you two ran away to make out in a bathroom or something,” Jeonghan says. He tries to push some stray hair out of his face but ends up smacking himself in the face with the scissor fingers. Jihoon can’t tell if he’s disappointed or relieved that his prediction was wrong.

“Gross,” you say. “And also none of your business.”

“Whatever,” he says. “I’m leaving to go destroy the competition at Chanyeol’s party. Vernon’s watching him, but I think Soonyoung took another shot, so keep him away from the kitchen.” He glances at Jihoon. “It was nice to meet you.”

“Bye Jeonghan,” you say in a sing-song voice. Jihoon doesn’t think the chips have done much to sober you up. He nods at Jeonghan, who salutes and disappears around the corner.

“He didn’t try to steal my chips,” you say. “Suspicious.”

“Does he normally?”

“Trust no one,” you say, hugging the bowl. “My chips.”

“Do you think he’s going to win?”

“I hope so, he didn’t win last year and was really pissy. Or maybe it was because my ex boyfriend showed up and was saying all of this weird stuff and saying that I sleep around and accusing me of cheating.” You pause then cock your head at Jihoon. “Potato chip?”

He doesn’t want a chip but he opens his mouth anyways and lets you feed him. It’s too salty and falls apart immediately but he smiles at you anyways. Jihoon wonders how anyone could ever say anything cruel about you.

“You don’t deserve that,” Jihoon says. “I doubt I’m the first person to tell you this, but you aren’t… that.”

“Yeah I know,” you say softly. “But thank you.”

“Hey, you never asked what my costume is,” he says because it’s been quiet too long and he hates the sad look in your eyes.

“That’s because it’s obvious,” you say. “You’re a boring lawyer who’s secretly really funny and nice but hides it behind layers of sarcasm and mean jokes. And a good friend.” You set down the bowl of potato chips.

Jihoon tries to ignore the way his heart flips at the compliments. Is it too cheesy to say that you see through all of his bluff and bluster and see the real him?

“Hang on.” You set down the bowl and lean close, eyes narrowing. You’re so close he can see the imperfections on your skin, each individual eyelash. Your breath mixes with his, the strong scent of vodka making his lip curl, but he doesn’t pull away, lost in studying the details of your face. His worst mistake is pausing at your lips. He can see the lipstick, see where it’s faded as the night progressed. He remembers how they felt pressed against his, and can’t help but blush when he realizes the lipstick probably smudged because of him.

All he has to do is lean forward, just a little, and your lips would be against his again. Would you pull away? Or would you kiss him again, even though no one is watching?

You raise your hand, resting it on his cheek, your bottom lip protruding as you focus.

“Stay still,” you mutter, brushing your thumb just beneath his eye. Your touch is gentle, though rather forceful. He doesn’t think it’s on purpose, especially not after you raise your thumb and grin at him.

“Make a wish!” You say. Your left hand falls on his shoulder to keep yourself steady. Jihoon’s hand falls automatically to your waist, trying to make sure you don’t topple him over. You brandish your thumb at him again. “Come on, make a wish!”

“On your thumb?”

“The eyelash, dummy,” you say, rolling your eyes. “Hurry, before it falls off my finger.”

Jihoon doesn’t believe in superstitions. He never thought much about broken mirrors, and found black cats to be quite friendly. He’s never seen a shooting star, but he had serious doubts about a piece of space rock burning in the atmosphere’s ability to make a wish come true.

If the cosmic power of a falling meteor isn’t enough to will his words into existence he knows there’s no logical reason to believe that blowing an eyelash will somehow succeed. But you’re waiting for him with that silly smile, the one that makes him forget to be logical and just do whatever it takes to keep you smiling.

“What should I wish for?” He asks, speaking softly so that he doesn’t accidentally blow it away.

“You can’t let me choose!” You cry. “Then it won’t come true!” You purse your lips together. “But you should wish for something that makes you happy. You should be happy.”

I am happy, he thinks, but he doesn’t think drunk-you will believe him if he says it. He doesn’t think sober-you would believe him. But he is. Right now, in this moment, half-hugging you while you wait for him, the bright kitchen lights making everything shine.

He is happy, when he’s with you, he realizes. Not just tonight, but any time you’re with him and his friends, or when you go on fake dates with him, or when you have lunch together at work. He is happy even when he thinks about you, remembering something funny you said, or when he sees something dumb (usually something Mingyu did), and immediately thinks about telling you.

It’s you that makes him happy.

Is that love?

You’re still looking up at him, eyes wide and expectant, smile fading the longer it takes him. The pounding in his heart is familiar by now, but he wonders for the first time why his heart beats so hard when you’re near. It used to be nerves, but he’s gotten used to your presence, and has begun to even anticipate it.

Webster’s dictionary defines love (the verb) as “to hold dear” (alternatively “to feel a lover’s passion, devotion, or tenderness for,” “to like or desire actively,” and “to thrive in” but Jihoon thinks the first definition is the most accurate). He looked it up a few weeks ago on a whim but the definition stuck with him. “To hold dear.” But what does that mean? It’s a subjective definition that doesn’t make sense to Jihoon.

Fact 1: he thinks about you all the time. Fact 2: he’s nervous around you. Fact 3: he wants to kiss you, even when no one is around. And fact 4: when he tries to imagine wishing for his happiness, all he can think about is you.

So, it’s love.

Jihoon still has no idea what to wish for, but he blows the eyelash off your finger because it’s been way too long. He tries not to be reluctant when he lets go of your waist, settling for your shoulder pressed against his. He can tell you want to ask what he wished for. You keep peeking at him and wiggling your lips.

Love. He never thought he could feel like this. It crept up on him before he realized it, drowning him without giving himself the chance to gasp for air. He’s in completely over his head but still, he smiles at you and feels his heart skip a beat every time you smile back.

So Jihoon thinks what the hell. He follows you around because it’s the only thing he knows how to do, to the living room where a group of people he doesn’t recognize, smiling at jokes he doesn’t fully understand, then laughing when you whisper an explanation to him. He could do this for the rest of his life.

At some point, he’s shoved beside you on the couch, arm around your shoulders, being told to smile.

“Say cheese or something!” There’s a flash and Jihoon is blinded for a second. When the light fades away and his vision is restored, he turns to you and his smile doesn’t feel forced anymore.

He’s vaguely aware of the door opening, a shouted hello. He’s too busy staring at you and studying the details of your face to pay attention to whoever might be coming. Until he hears his name.

“Jihoon?” Joshua repeats. Jihoon jumps, whipping around.

Joshua stands in the middle of the room, frozen staring at Jihoon. He looks ridiculous, wearing a white lab coat and scrubs, a scalpel in his off hand. Soonyoung is at his side, somehow not drunk enough to miss the tension between Jihoon and Joshua, frowning between both of them.

Jihoon can see it all slipping away. Even though your hand is still in his, he can already feel that you’re gone. That’s when he remembers the obvious truth: you were never there to begin with. He was an idiot to ever think he could have it. Any of it. This is what Jihoon’s life is, the illusion of truth that never lasts.

He looks at you one last time. The black fabric of your costume has gotten rather dusty from sitting on the floor and there’s white feathers stuck to your shoulder from being next to the “angel” in the picture. You’re better at hiding your surprise, still managing to smile, even as you lean against his shoulder and whisper, “And just like that I’m sober.”

“What are you doing here?” Joshua asks.

“I should be asking you that,” Jihoon says.

“Right, you’re dating yn,” Joshua says. “Why aren’t you wearing a costume?”

“Why are you dressed like a doctor when you dropped out of med school?”

“Okay, first of all, I’m obviously a coroner, I don’t have a stethoscope,” he says. “Second of all, rude.”

Joshua takes the cushion on the other side of you, Soonyoung attempting to balance on the arm before giving up and laying on the floor.

“Like I said,” Soonyoung says. He knocks his leg against Jihoon. “Yn finally found a boyfriend that isn’t deadbeat.” Everything in Jihoon is screaming at him to run but he’s frozen in place while he listens to the end of everything.

Joshua laughs. “I don’t know about that, Jihoon did take forever to finally admit he has feelings.”

“Does it matter how it started?” Soonyoung asks, struggling to sit up. “It’s clear they are happy and in love now.”

“We are right here,” Jihoon says. Unsurprisingly, he’s ignored.

“You’re right,” Joshua says. “Still, we should throw a party for their first anniversary.”

“Yes!” Soonyoung cries. “Wait, but we’re already three months late.”

Jihoon glances at you and you squeeze his hand. He tries to think of something to say, anything to salvage this but looking into your eyes, he knows that it’s over. It’s beyond time for the truth.

“Joshua,” he says, “I have to tell you something.”

#seventeen x reader #woozi x reader #svt x reader #svt #seventeen #woozi #lee jihoon x reader #lee Jihoon #woozi angst #woozi fluff #lee jihoon angst #lee jihoon fluff #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #seventeen fic #as a matter of fact

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pomplalamoose · 2 months

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If you are ever down I would love your take on a Luke with a ND partner, maybe one who isn't expressive or picks up on social cues. says what ever comes to mind. Takes things a little too literally, is blunt in conversations. Like someone who struggles with their tone so people think they're bored or mean when they really have constantly racing thoughts and new ideas and are always open to new relationships.

I'm pretty sure it has never taken me this long to answer an ask before, but I wanted to make sure I'd put the same time and effort into yours as I did with every other one so far. Sadly I never seemed to get the free time to do so until now, so I REALLY want to thank you for your patience, anon, and hope you're happy with the result🩵

Please note though that for requests like these I'm only able to draw from my own experiences which possibly differ from those of others.

Accordingly nothing I said about "you" is meant to impose any kind of insinuations about behavioral patterns on those reading this, nor is it my intention to criticize or sound harsh in any way.

It goes without saying that Luke, as a friend as well as a partner, couldn't be any more wonderful to be around and I believe that especially for someone on the neurodivergent spectrum it's basically a dream come true to date him.

(Apart from that he's definitely that one friend who listens to you when you think nobody else does and waits for you when you need to stop to tie your shoe laces.)

He's empathetic and sensitive to the emotions of those surrounding him and thus would never make you feel like you don't belong, are weird for acting a certain way, or like you'd be better off pretending to be something you're not to "fit in".

And while Luke's connection to the Force certainly adds a lot to the fact that he has no trouble reading you, he would manage to just as well without it.

Still there's no denying how useful his abilities could prove themselves to be in a relationship, especially should his partner struggle with expressing themselves.

I won't go into much more detail though, because many of the things I already talked about in my other posts regarding his understanding and supportive character can be applied here as well.

(e.g. Master Luke Skywalker headcanons, Luke with a partner on their period, Luke x a reader with mental health issues, breaking down in front of Luke)

However I think it'd be really interesting to take a look at his initial reaction to getting to know a neurodivergent person with the behavioral features you described since I believe they differ depending on which Luke era we're talking about.

• ANH Luke wouldn't even bat an eye

• on Tatooine everyone has to put up a rough exterior in order to protect oneself

• it's not a place of friendly conversations and common niceties; people know they're better off minding their business and staying on their own

• you're very blunt and speak your mind?

• you seem unfazed, even bored during most encounters?

• good for you, it's not easy to navigate this corner of the galaxy and much safer to hold others at a distance

• growing up Luke came across a wild array of all kinds of beings too, one more interesting (and really scary) than the other

• he's not put off, instead even used to supposed unfriendliness

• also he doesn't know anything about where you're from and your people, maybe that's just the way they are and how you were raised?

• he probably thinks you're very cool too

• because surely you have seen a lot? Been on great adventures across the galaxy?

• he really wants to do the same

• if you come across as mean without meaning to it's not a big deal, it only makes him want to spend even more time with you

• ("if mean, then why friend-shaped??")

• most importantly ANH Luke judges a person more by their actions than their words, so there is absolutely no need to worry about how he may perceive you

• it's safe to say you're not getting rid of him as it's nearly impossible to shake him off once he decides he wants to be someone's friend

• he's more than delighted once you get to know each other better and it turns out his intuition was right!

• ESB Luke, on the other hand, may be a bit slower to come around

• not necessarily because he dislikes you but because he doesn't have the time nor the patience to put effort into really getting to know you

• people talk and so he probably heard a thing or two that has him eyeing you curiously

• most likely he won't pay you much mind as he's gone most of the time anyways

• generally speaking though, I think you'd get along pretty well, Luke is a friendly and open minded person after all and would surely grow fond of your quirks before even knowing about their source

• still there's a possibility of the two of you butting heads should it come to an actual meeting

• nothing really severe, of course, but still I can see Luke growing easily frustrated at, for example, your lack of expression, or at your questions when you don't quite get something and want to make sure you understood everything correctly

• and while he's not going to show it or tell you outright that he thinks you're a bit annoying, he's not that good at surpressing dramatic sighs or a roll of his eyes

• HOWEVER if you catch him off guard with blunt words said in a tone that could come across as mean it could definitely get a rise out of him

• after all we get to see that he has developed a certain attitude; he's snippy, quick to talk and slightly judgemental

• (mainly towards Han and Yoda but I can see him acting this way quite often because of all that he's being put through)

• I'm sure that under different circumstances Luke wouldn't react as strongly but with how things are during ESB he might hurt your feelings without meaning to

• once the dust settles and he has a quiet moment to himself he'll feel awful though and most likely seek you out to make amends

• naturally RotJ Luke is a different story altogether

• (the character development this man went trough is absolutely crazy, and I'm amazed every time I do comparisons like these)

• before even taking to you for the first time he'd regard you with a warmth and patience you seldom get to experience

• he quietly smiles to himself when he overhears you having a conversation in that special way of yours or when he senses something sparking an idea

• he appreciates your bluntness

• maybe at first you'd think he's laughing at you but don't worry, he just thinks you're cute

• he feels you in the Force, senses your excitement, your curiosity

• it draws him in

• he is able to see you as a whole, not just what you present on the outside, and so isn't deterred by what others would view as a potential attack or criticism

• (take notes ESB Luke)

• once you've grown closer he's always there to point out social clues you might have missed and/or walks you through certain situations to explain how your behavior might have looked to others when it's something you're worried about

• often he knows what you're going to say before you do and, if that's what you want, gives you a sign you agreed upon, letting you know if maybe it'd bet better for you to be silent instead

• (he absolutely explains dumb sexual jokes to you when you don't get them and I don't care how self indulgent this is, I could really use someone to do that for me, thank you very much)

#ask #luke skywalker #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker x you #luke skywalker x oc #luke skywalker fanfiction #gn reader #star wars #luke star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars a new hope #star wars empire strikes back #star wars return of the jedi #fanfic #star wars headcanons #luke headcanons #headcanons

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gdrflxboy-gayace · 1 year

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"boring adult things" I'm excited for in my (queerplatonic) relationship

my recently new relationship has got me thinking that adult life isn't so terrible. someday I get to do these things, yknow?

figure out how to cat-proof our apartment together (both regularly and for christmas decorations, the tree)

decorate our apartment. the living room omg

decide who gets which bedroom and view blahblah

organizing our bathroom, ie shower products + the counter

hugging each other while one does the dishes because "ohmygod thank you I hate doing the dishes" "I love you too"

being who your partner brings to work events (like holiday parties or social events they're supposed to bring a guest with)

setting a budget together, using our strengths and weaknesses financially

grocery shopping

first moving in together after college and having to work out our career paths together

teasing each other over our "silly" food preferences (ex: the consistency of mashed potatoes, which cheese is best, fork or spoon for ___, etc) but strictly sticking to them anyways when the other cooks

picking a standard-ish time we want our dinner to be every night

watching jeopardy together

one of us taking off our jacket and shoes and immediately collapsing onto the couch with the other, taking time to hear about each other's days and feel at home

we don't intend to live in our home state, so navigating that independently while together at the same time

memorizing each other's orders (even more so) and surprising the other with coffee or treats occasionally

making the other's bed (we already sort of do this, also separate beds)

cuddling on the couch, one falls asleep and the other can't move without waking them so they set an alarm 'cause they know the sleepy one has work in the morning

if we do marriage for tax benefits kind of thing, doing taxes together

planning our holiday visits together -- who are we going to see when, buying plane tickets or choosing a route

using our vacation days every now and then to just do something small together

not seeing each other a lot for a few days because of bad work schedules and then choosing to spend time near each other no matter what other things have to get done -- you're cleaning the bathroom? sweet I'll help you, I miss you (the key to this is that the work schedules mean you just have more alone time, not that you don't have *any* time)

sharing calendars n stuff

working out family things together. giving distance when needed but discussing issues like parents aging, sibling emergencies, attending funerals

making sure we've taken new medications we're not used to remembering yet

supporting each other's new habits, like stretching every night or wearing a retainer (*nervous laughter*) or drinking a certain amount of water or eating less red meat

in my case, planning out when I eat nuts because of my partner's tree nut allergies

miserably cleaning out terribly silly things to clean like the oven but Together and with Music so it's tolerable

grabbing the mail for the other person

going to go vote together (have already done this but <3)

taking out the trash together

going to our high school reunion and afterwards we're just like "wow. huh. kay bye losers. shall we go get custard?"

the point is, I can't wait to keep spending the rest of my life with this person

#qpr #platonic #queerplatonic #relationship things #adulthood #I love you #and I'm so glad you're going to be my partner every day #grayromantic #arospec #ace

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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 9 months

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Pairing: barista!Mike (Hellraiser) x reader (you)

Summary: Mike takes you to see a terrible horror movie...

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: Fluff. More fluff. Then some more fluff. Shenanigans. A makeout sesh... A cop. We're definitely still cockblocking Mikey. I'm still not apologizing for that...

If you like this fic, please let me know 🥰 and reblog so that others may see it too! <3

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Mike has taken you to what absolutely has to be the worst horror movie of all time. At least, that’s what the reviews said when you looked up the plot online beforehand. You don’t like horror, and this one is no different, yet you are here. All that proves, if you really think about it (which you don’t), is how much you really like Mike.

As you are waiting in line to get into the cinema, you can already tell that pretty much everyone – all forty or so people – is here for the same reason. Because the one thing these sucky horror movies are good for, is a good, old-fashioned, socially sanctioned make out sesh in the dark. You hate how perfect these dumb films are for it, and you especially hate that they genuinely scare you…

“I’ve never been here before,” you say as your eyes wander the foyer of the building. It’s a relatively new theater, but not so new that not having been here isn’t a scathing indictment of your nonexistent dating life.

“Really? I’ve been here a ton of times,” Mike says casually. It takes a few beats for him to realize what he’s said. “Eh… with friends…”

“Eh… on dates,” you correct him, and watch his ears go a little red from embarrassment.

“Well, they threw all these terrible scary movies at me the last year and a half… what was I supposed to do? Go see them alone?” he fake-complains.

“Oh, you went to see them, huh?” you tease. “What were they about, Mike?”

“Eh… People getting killed?” The girl in front of you just snorts outright, and one of the guys behind you does a half decent job at hiding his laughter in a suspicious cough. You follow the example of the girl.

“Mike, you idiot,” you blurt out. The look on his face is absolutely priceless; he looks mortified, and it somehow looks good on him. So good, even, that you grab the front of his jacket with both hands and pull him closer. When he looks at you, the expression of terror morphs into a smirk.

Finally, it’s time to find your seats. You follow Mike through the just a tad too dimly lit room. He somehow managed to get seats all the way in the back. They always sell out the quickest because… well… less people can watch you stick your tongue down your date’s throat there. Which is a nice thought, even though everyone who’s here is paired off and planning on doing approximately exactly the same – meaning no one will actually be watching you. Oh well. Mike also bought you popcorn, so he can stay, despite his outrageously obvious moves.

“This one,” Mike says as he sinks down on what should have been two seats, but isn’t.

“You know they have normal seats,” you say as you look around the room.

“Sweetcheeks, why are you making it sound like you don’t want to be near me?”

You sit down, putting as much distance between you and Mike as the small loveseat will allow. “I don’t know?” Because you don’t want him to think you’re easy? “This is a little transparent and… I have to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” What is wrong with you?

“Hey, are you here with Mike?” Oh god no… Some girl approaches you as you’re washing your hands, giving you a pitiful look when you nod. “Have you met his cats yet? Poor you.” She and another girl – looks like a friend of hers, you’re guessing they’re on a double date – laugh, and it almost sounds evil.

“Actually, I have,” you answer. “They’re adorable. And Mike is great.”

“They sleep in his bed. It’s weird,” the girl throws back at you, her voice absolutely dripping with contempt. You have to get out of here before you punch this bitch, but she stops you as you make a beeline for the door. “Hey! I’m just trying to help. He’s a weirdo.”

“He’s a vet,” you yell, “they tend to like animals. And it’s not weird. It’s sweet. Now get out of my way, I’m on a date.” You roll your eyes and push little miss spoilsport out of the way, leaving her there with a hideous grimace of disbelief on her pointy face. Okay, maybe she doesn’t look that bad, but you’ve had it with that cunt.

“Hey,” Mike says nervously when you come back to your seat.

“Hey,” you snap, still not over what just happened in the bathroom. When you look at Mike, there’s concern on his face.

“What’s wrong, Sweetcheeks?” he asks, his voice trembling ever so slightly.

“Have I ever told you you’re a great guy, and that I really like spending time with you?” you quietly blurt out as you sit down – close to him, this time. So close, in fact, that you’re almost in his lap.

“Eh, no you haven’t, thanks? Where is this coming from?” He looks a little flustered, clearly not expecting your compliment, or you sitting so close to him. You can’t blame him. Minutes ago, you were halfway through tearing him a new one for being a little obvious about wanting to make out with you.

“Some horrible troll-” You emphasize the word and speak up a little as aforementioned horrible troll passes by your seat – yes, you’re being petty, and yes, you’re going to keep being petty. “-attacked me in the bathroom calling you weird, and I need you to know that you’re not. And I really like being here with you, and I don’t actually care that you’re not being more subtle about this. I kind of like this. It’s cozy.”

“We don’t have to do anything, I just thought… you told me you get scared and I want to be able to hold you if you do,” he whispers, a little uneasy – and cleverly omitting the ‘easier to make out this way’ portion of his transparent plan, so you raise an eyebrow at him to coax the rest of the truth from him. “Baby, we’ve been cockblocked by cats, caught by my parents in their room and I was put on house arrest for three weeks… I just want you close. We can always just watch the movie.”

When he says that last bit, you laugh. “Then you really should have picked a better movie.”

You eat your popcorn during the commercials and the first five minutes of the movie. It’s plenty of time to determine the whole thing is absolute crap – and that the world probably could have done without yet another Hellraiser movie. In fact, you’re starting to regret not spending these five minutes making out with Mike. Luckily, with the way Mike kisses, he makes up for those five minutes within seconds.

Another lucky thing would be the fact that Mike still clearly realizes that you are, in fact, in a public place, which means he isn’t as handsy as he was last time… The last thing you need is to get caught somewhere on your way to half naked in a movie theater, that would be… bad. Let’s leave it at that. Now, that doesn’t mean Mike isn’t all over you in any way he can get away with – of course he is, and you want him to, but man, it makes you wish you were at his place right now, and his cats would leave you the fuck alone, and the turtles wouldn’t be slurping up all attention, and his parents wouldn’t walk in on you.

You stay snuggled up to Mike for the duration of the movie, and even though the few snippets you’ve seen are so horrible you can’t even describe it, you’re sad when it’s over. Hand in hand, you leave the cinema, walking towards his car just about as slowly as you can manage.

“I don’t want this date to end,” you confess as you finally get to the car. His parents are home tonight, he already mentioned that, and so is your roommate. Mike says nothing, and with slightly heated cheeks you get into the car.

“Doesn’t have to be over,” he mumbles when he’s also seated and the doors are closed. You look at him, shock apparent on your face, and shake your head by means of a question. Mike makes a vague gesture around him. Does he mean…? He can’t be serious!

“In your car?” you blurt out in disbelief. Absolutely the fuck not!

“God, you’re hot.” So, you caved. Who cares? You’re young, and you’re finally alone, and it’s Mike’s hands sliding up your sides, underneath your blouse and his hands feel good, and there’s no cats to sit on anyone’s head, or… You’re not even overly worried about a serial killer showing up – which is a very normal fear for you after having watched a horror movie, but your little movie date with Mike involved so little actual watching that you’re not scared now.

“Babe?” Mike takes a short break from feeling you up to check if you’re okay, although he never actually takes his lips off your neck. Is ‘pulling on the hem of his shirt until he finally takes it off’ and answer to his question? Apparently. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him into another kiss. You used to think his enthusiasm was a little bit childish, but you have to admit; these weeks have taken their toll on you, too. At this point, you’re almost just as bad as he is, clawing at his back, impatiently dragging his mouth back to yours.

He's surprisingly strong, and not-so-surprisingly good at maneuvering you around in the backseat of this car. Ten bucks says it’s not the first – or second, or third – time he’s done this… Mike pulls you into lap, and the sigh that you let out as you straddle his thighs morphs into a chuckle.

“You’re happy,” you tease as soon as you feel his erection rub against you.

“Cats, parents, grounded,” he mumbles while kissing down your neck, towards your chest. With a few swift moves, he opens enough of your blouse to be able to reach your boobs.

“How on earth did you… That was fast!” you exclaim, staring at your now mostly naked chest in disbelief.

“I stick needles in squirming hamsters on occasion. Can’t do that without at least a little dexterity,” Mike deadpans. If there’s a good response to that out there, you sure as hell don’t know what it is.

You bite your lip and hold down a chuckle when Mike’s hands find their way into the back pockets of your jeans, squeezing your ass through the fabric and pulling you closer against him. When you roll your hips, he moans – the sound is music to your ears. There’s something about teasing this guy that’s… fun and easy but at the same time insanely satisfying. The way he squirms underneath you, the way he gets impatient and sloppy – well, sloppier… You’ve never felt like someone wanted you this much – and not just because he wants to see your tits, perhaps?

Somehow, Mike manages to get you onto your back in the backseat. It’s a less practical position, but it works – kinda – and that’s good enough for you. For all your talk about Mike being eager and impatient, this whole waiting thing is definitely also starting to take its toll on you.

Soon, it’s your hands in his back pockets – as soon as you’re done mapping every muscle in his back, that is. He grinds his hips into you. You’re wet, you’re ready; you need him. Slowly, one of your hands moves to the front of his jeans, struggles with the button for a moment, then…

Three raps on the window, Mike pulling away from you, buttoning his jeans, while you hastily try to button your blouse again. Before you can make yourself completely decent, another knock, and Mike rolling down the window.

“Officer,” he sighs, “good evening.”

“Michael.” The cop knows him by name? That’s not a good thing… Especially considering the fact that Mike turns around to you with a horrified look on his face.

“I swear he only knows my name because mom and I take care of the dogs!” Sounds plausible.

“Go home, kids,” the officer warns you both before walking away.

Mike kisses you again before reaching down to pick his shirt up off the floor.

“Sorry,” he says softly. “I know it was a horrible idea, I just…”

“You want to have sex with me,” you reply. He seems taken aback by your directness, but after a short while, he shakes his head, much to your surprise.

“I mean…” He sighs deeply. “Please don’t think that’s all there is to it. I really like you.”

“You’re just a little impatient,” you tease. He rolls his eyes before crawling back into the front seat, then he helps you get back in the passenger seat.

“C’mon, I’ll drive you home.”

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really happy I'm not American. your country sucks more dicks than a kicked-out teenager forced to do prostitution to survive. also, you guys are so fucking fat and prude while we Danes and Swedes have nude beaches with children are allowed and you literally have to search to see fatties.

This seems like one of your first attempts at trolling, so I'm gonna be nice and give you some helpful tips.

Don't try to be witty. "your country sucks more dicks than a kicked-out teenager forced to do prostitution to survive" is much too long and comes off as you desperately trying to imitate the kind of quippy dialogue you saw in a Joss Whedon or Quinten Tarantino movie. If you really want to get somebody mad, stick to the basics. "Your country sucks" gets the point across clearly and has a much higher chance of provoking an emotional response.

You need a tighter focus on the specific thing I'm supposed to get mad at. In your ask, you mention two American stereotypes, that we're all fat, and that we're all prudes. Two stereotypes is probably the limit you can fit into one troll ask without seeming like you're just throwing things at the wall to see what sticks, but I'd still recommend sticking to one.

Don't give your target the ammo they need to drag your ass in your troll attempt. Right after you get into the fat and prude stereotypes, you mention your country has nude beaches with children as a positive, and right there I have at least three different ways I can turn this back around on you. And that's without going for the low hanging fruit and just calling you a pedo. Which brings me to

Don't troll on main. I know you think you're being brave by not going anon, but really you're just giving your target the opportunity to amplify your mistakes. Just a quick glance through your blog shows that you probably hang around at least a few people who are very judgmental and unforgiving of mistakes. Also that you like Hackers, which is a point in your favor. Your post style indicates you write with emotion and then send, instead of taking a moment to reread what you wrote and see if it will give the impact you're looking for. I've seen this lead to many unforced errors from people on social media. Usually in the form of a slur or seven, or suicide bait, or similar things. All of these things are, of course, expected from anons, but you might not like what happens if you slip up with your actual account. Callout posts and ostracizing from friends or mutuals who want to get back at you for some real or imagined slighty may just be the tip of that iceberg. If nothing else, it makes it much easier for some nefarious individual to mass report your blog and get it taken down when you troll openly. And finally,

Put some effort in. I know I already mentioned low hanging fruit, but I never explained why avoiding it is beneficial. Chances are, anyone outside your own age group (assuming the 1995 in your blog name is your birth year, which if it is, probably not the best thing to share online with how easy doxxing is these days) has been around long enough to get a few troll asks in their day. Especially if they're right wing political blogs. The "Americans are fat and prudish" stereotypes are old and played out. We don't particularly care what a bunch of Europeans who can't even handle mild summer weather think about our eating or bedroom habits. Hell, on the right, you're more likely to find people who take prude as a compliment. If you really want to bother us, you should pounce on the issues of the day. Take the dumbest possible position on a political issue and then earnestly act like it's what you truly believe. As a European, this should come naturally. It's your best shot at actually getting us mad. Though, we are pretty used to European lefties showing their whole ass when trying to comment on American politics, so your mileage may vary on that one. (Oh, a "mile" is a unit of distance measurement. Sort of like a kilometer, but bigger and better.)

I really do hope this helped. Good luck on your next trolling attempt!

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Short Reflection: Princess Jellyfish

Let's be honest: we're all a little weird. Nobody fits perfectly into the role society expects from them, and pursuing that ideal is often a losing game for a booby prize. As a certified genderfluid Aspergers' gremlin, I've been painfully aware all my life of how impossible "fitting in" can be when society's view of normal is far out of reach. But I've also been aware of how rewarding it can be to find your own version of normal out on the margins, finding a happiness all your own that doesn't need anyone else's approval to be real. And above all else, Princess Jellyfish is a celebration of exactly that kind of next-to-normalcy. It's a love letter to all of us who fell short of the scripts we were given but found something far more worthwhile along the way, all the freaks and weirdos and washouts who came into our own by leaven the beaten trail behind and charting our own quirky course through this wonderfully strange world we call home.

Our setting is Amamizuku, a boarding house for women who've slipped through the cracks of society. Chinese history nuts, train otaku, doll obsessives, women who've "failed" to live up to their expected role of finding a husband and becoming a doting wife. But that suits them all just fine: they've found their own kind of family among each other. A bizarre, constantly broke family prone to fits of geeky infodumping about their preferred hyperfixations, but a family nonetheless. All except for the youngest among them: Tsukimi, a girl still coping with the death of her mother and struggling with crippling self-doubt. Her mother always told her that all girls grow up to be princesses, but every time she sees her geeky, chubby, socially awkward uberdork self in the mirror, she sees the furthest thing from a princess she can imagine. And as happy as she is among her new friends, part of her still feels inadequate for not living up to the ideal of femininity she thinks she's supposed to fulfill.

That all changes when someone who does embody that ideal of femininity waltzes into her life. The only catch? It's actually a guy! Kuranosuke is a politician's son who's taken to cross-dressing as a way of distancing himself from his stifling family and social role, staking his own identity as a glorious drag queen in defiance of what someone like him is expected to be. And when he puts on the makeup and dresses and boob pads, he's a more womanly woman than most actual women around him. A chance encounter brings his life and Tsukimi's crashing together, and when it becomes clear that Amamizuku may be in jeapordy due to an urban development project his father is invested in, he decides to partner with her and all the boarding house girls to find some way to save it, preserving the community they've carved out for themselves in defiance of a world that wants to drag them back into "normal" society. Provided his little secret doesn't get out, of course.

It's a wonderfully quirky little show, bursting with the kind of lived-in detail that shoujo anime so often excel at. Amamizuku is a wonderfully realized community of oddball losers, and while some of the characters walk the line between amusing and annoying at times, you really come to adore all of them for their eccentricities. Tsukimi in particular is absolutely adorable, a perfect bundle of nerves and anxiety brought to life by Kana Hanazawa's stammering brilliance. She takes you through the whole gamut of emotions from quiet sadness to freaking out to hyperfixated intensity without ever missing a beat. And seeing her play off Kuranosuke as they help each other understand their own hang-ups a little better really put a smile on my face. Neither of them fit the image of what a man and woman are supposed to be, and in that mutual defiance (albeit far more purposeful on Kuranosuke's part), they're able to see the best in each other that they're not always able to see themselves.

But its in the moments where the woman of Amamizuku crash up against "normal" society that Princess Jellyfish really shines. This show is deeply interested in the connections between the marginal and the mainstream, what it means to be "normal" and what so-called normalcy takes for granted in trying to impose a universal standard. There's a great moment where Kuranosuke's giving the women glow-ups so they look trendy and fashionable in order to infiltrate a board meeting about the redevelopment, and she says, "I won't tell you to change your personal style or fit yourself into their boxes. But if you want to take on this shallow world, you have to fight on terms that shallow people understand." It's such a great summation of the pointlessness of our image-focused culture, how a little lip gloss and Coco Chanel can transform someone's perception from a layabout spinster to a glamorous socialite without changing the person at their core. And in playing with those expectations, Princess Jellyfish is able to draw out a much deeper, more honest beauty from its characters, a beauty that shines just as brightly in a pearl necklace or ratty tracksuit.

The one sour note throughout the show is a subplot involving Kuranosuke's older brother Shuu, a much more politically-minded and traditionally masculine man who gets involved with the woman in charge of pushing the landscape development. She drugs Shuu and takes pictures to make it look like they had sex when he was drunk, blackmailing him in order to get closer to his father and influence his support of her project. It's a deeply disturbing event, and it's really unclear whether or not Princess Jellyfish realizes how messed up it is. Like, this woman essentially makes Shuu think she assaulted him when he was blackout drunk, and it's clear he walks away from the encounter feeling violated (He even says out loud that he was taken advantage of!). But the show pretty much puts all that messiness aside for the sake of fast-tracking a romantic subplot between them that, I'm sorry, is just the most forced thing in the world even without the not-actually-rape hanging in the background. It feels grossly nonchalant about such a serious subject, and while it far from ruins the show, it makes every scene involving them a chore to sit through.

Perhaps that all comes to a much more satisfying conclusion later in the manga. Sadly, this eleven-episode adaptation comes nowhere near close to an ending for any of the threads it sets up, leaving a distinct sense of anticlimax when all is said and done. But hey, if Kimi ni Todoke can somehow wrangle a sequel over a decade later, perhaps there's still hope for a second season of Princess Jellyfish yet. Until then, though, we'll have to remain content with this unfinished but still incredibly enjoyable taste of life on the wrong (but actually right) side of the tracks. And I give it a score of:

7/10

And now to re-watch Kimi ni Todoke and continue reveling in the joys of 2010-era shoujo anime. See you next time!

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