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absolutebl · 6 months

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helloo...

i know i'm late, but i just binge watching Triage last night. i kinda love it that the mystery about the story revealed gradually. and the leads had nice chemistry, despite the low heat. and i enjoyed bingeing on it and pulling an all nighter.

so, i'd like to ask you, do you have any recommendations on bl series like Triage that are completed or ongoing, that the show would be enjoyable on binge watching?

it's super fine if you don't answer this.

thank youu and have a nice day.

10 BL Series to Binge Watch with Complex story elements

Okay, I'm not really a binger so these are my best guesses at keeping the tension alive. Also it seems like you want something on the meaty end in terms of length so only Thai and Taiwanese stuff qualified.

Case study: Triage (so obviously that would be on this list)

1 Until We Meet Again

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Without question, a work of narrative genius with a powerful and cohesive romantic backbone and stellar performances. It is (to date) the only Thai BL (of c.250 watched) that I’ve rated a 10/10 predominantly on the basis of story structure. That said it is also very well cast (and it’s a BIG cast), with solid production values, and enduring pair branding as well as being the best Thai BL from a storytelling perspective. I think the story is good enough to carry the tensions. I also binges this on my first watch (it was already out when I discovered it) so I can attest to it being bingable. More discussion on why I love it so much here.

2 He's Coming to Me

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Boy and ghost boy fall in love, must solve ghost’s murder. Peak pining but also pretty tame, features my favorite sweet but important coming out sequence. The third in my precious triumvirate of unbeatable Thai BLs, that are only nominally BL because the story, acting, and production values are so good. (Together with UWMA & 1k*).

3 Not Me

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GMMTV gave us a dark disestablishment narrative (in a time of civil unrest) with established queer award-winning director Anucha and starring the biggest guns of BL, OffGun and THIS WAS AN AMAZING THING to get to experience at the time - nerve racking but remarkable. But was it ACTUALLY BL? It certainly has a lot of BL elements, but in the end romance was not what this show was about, or even what it was genuinely trying to be as a performance piece. Still a remarkable moment in Thai cinema, certainly worth your time. Don’t worry, it all ends happily. Full review.

4 I Feel You Linger in the Air

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I truly loved this time travel romance BUT for the ending it would have gotten a 10/10 from me. IFYLITA is an exquisite BL, from filming techniques to narrative framework (much like Until We Meet Again). Steeped in history and family drama it edges into lakorn (but no as much as To Sir With Love and with way less scenery chewing). This is an elegant and classy BL… from Thailand which normally doesn't even try for classy. If HEA's are NOT important to you, you'll be fine, but I struggled. More here.

5 Kiseki: Dear to Me

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The plot is totally ridiculous and slightly unhinged, but that’s normal for Taiwan. It involves all the tropes under a very casual framework of gay mafia gangs + food = love. Absolutely every character is queer. There’s a gum-ball machine of cameos, elder gay rep, great chemistry from all pairs, and a KILLER side couple. As a result Kiseki is a poster child for Taiwanese BL, and I happen to love Taiwanese BL. Bonus? They also managed to END IT WELL, which we cannot expect from Taiwan. (Triggers for knife play, child abuse, lingering trauma.)

6 Make a Wish

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(from Sammon - Manner of Death & Triage) about a doctor who can see the dead and strikes a bargain with a wish-granting irreverent tree angel to try and cure himself - naturally they fall in love. Stars Fluke Natouch opposite not Ohm, but who cares bc Fluke has chemistry with everybody. Once again the Thai afterlife is incredibly bureaucratic but I enjoyed the premise and the unfolding of the story (it’s not predictable but still satisfying and with nice little twist). I like that the doctor is just gay af and has a fag hag bestie and everything. The cast is excellent but the comedic stylings are often too overblown and tonally off. It had sad parts and did make me cry but is ultimately happy with a great sex scene, good smiley kisses, and all the agency.

7 HIStory 3: Trapped

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Basically the definition of enemies to lovers from Lin Pei Yu. This is a cop + the mafia man he is chasing but WAIT, they fall in love. Added bonus side couple: assassin and nerd cop ALSO falling in love. It’s great. All the leads are stellar. Its high heat, fun action, and a bit of a mystery drama but pretty about all of it. My only warning is that the main couple doesn’t entirely end up together, it’s implied, but… amorphous ending.

8 Never Let Me Go

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Bodyguard romance where poor boy must watch over rich boy for family obligation reasons. Simple premise well executed with a few bumps that made it feel like it was trying to tackle too much (when it wasn’t). Still, an enjoyable show that benefited from being handed to PondPhuwin who did a stellar job with their roles and chemistry. Of GMMTV handing out new series to established pairs in 2023 this is one of the most successful IMHO. It's typically Thai in that it's a bit bloated and has a confusing plot, but at least it HAD a plot and the central relationship is solid and loyal. The Our Skyy 2 follow up is great too. And very much adds to the cannon in a fun way rather than feeling superfluous - making this show ultimately 14 eps rather than 12.

9 The Eclipse

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GMMTV does gay Blacklist with a good boy/bad boy pairing. This is a good show but the cast is excellent and the leads are absolutely flawless, which elevates it beyond just "a good show." We got a nuanced and multifaceted burgeoning relationship: philosophical (and socio-political) conflict contrasted to moments of empathy; flirtation contrasted to moments of genuine affection, plus plenty of angst. This narrative is less about love than it is about courage and tenderness. However, near the end the pacing was off and the plot frustrating. Still, this is an enjoyable watch, with a finale that features verbal consent and a fun blooper reel.

10 Ghost Host Ghost House

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This is light horror combined with family drama built around a well executed BL trough-line that felt honestly queer with fantastic chemistry from the lead pair. (I hope that we see more of them.) Pluem delivers the softest most seductive krap ever, Tod Techit (Kewin) is one of the prettiest humans on the planet, and watching these boys flirt over noodles is an unalloyed pleasure. Use of I/you pronouns is super interesting and cute as well. For me, personally, the surrounding cast, premise, and story didn’t resonate but if you like a touch of gothic in your BL this might appeal.

BONUS!

3 Will Be Free

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Queer AF crime thriller about three 20 somethings on the run after accidentally killing an assassin: a grifter, a nerdy mafia kid, and a stripper. They're chased by more assassins out for revenge.

It’s actually a remarkable piece of storytelling, using a pressure cooker of tension and suspense to bring about investigations into what love, romance, friendship, and identity actually mean. This show probably doesn’t qualify as BL but it does qualify as very very queer.

What it does well is examine many different aspects of queer identity, morality, and life choices based on repression and or acceptance of that identity using the framework of a crime triller.

It’s an adventure narrative, our three main characters are on the run together, being chased by assassins who are themselves dealing with the grief that results from love, all kinds of love. Meanwhile the 3 protagonists fall in love with each other and explore the boundaries and meaning of friendship/love.

Manner of Death

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Gay romantic suspense series with added cactus baby. Doctor & Mafia boy can't keep hands off each other, so also end up with chili plant baby.

Am I making sense? No? Well neither does it, but ho boy is it fun to watch MaxTul do... whatever it is they're doing.

I like MoD a lot but I’m conflicted over it being actual BL. It’s a great gay romantic suspense, although the mystery element is its primary weakness.

MaxTul, the Kings of Chemistry, are, of course, perfect and perfectly cast (and chemically unfair), but their romance thread is more a distraction than an addition. Still, I could watch them make-out the phonebook. Watch along here.

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dwntwn-strnlo · 10 months

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Could you maybe do a male reader for nick, like, him introducing the reader to matt and chris for the first time and being all flustered?

The nick boys thank youu!

POTATO SALAD nicolas sturniolo

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎, dwntwn-strnlo.

↳ 𝐀/𝐍. the restaurant is based off of a 50s themed diner in my area and its so fucking cool and i wanna go again but it was so expensive so me writing about it will make me happy and i can manifest me going again

↳ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. nicolas sturniolo x masc!reader

↳ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. request!

↳ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃? yes!

hopping out of the car, excitement ran through your bones. and then utter fear snapped them right in half.

a draft of realization swifts through the street and hits you hard. you and nick have been going out for a few weeks now, but your still yet to meet his brothers. let alone any of his family for that matter. but now, you are.

you stand outside the 50s themed diner, chasing your hands nervously through your hair. worry presents you as you think about the possibility of matt and chris not taking a liking too you. so as you fix your hair, the only thing you can think of is if they hate me at least ill look fucking amazing.

pulling out your phone, you decide texting nick that your here is the best idea to get rid of the annoying jitters. to your surprise, he responds almost immediately, and rushes out of the building just as fast, if not faster.

"hey," he smiles, skidding to a stop in front of you. "nervous?"

you shrug. but its no use, your incredibly nervous and nick can see right through you. i guess that's what you get when you start dating your best friend; they know everything about you.

nick lightly frowns, reaching his hand out to soothingly rub your arm. "matt and chris are gonna love you." he giggles when you roll your eyes, squeezing your shoulder before dropping his hand. "at least you'll get a feel of what my parents are like, in a way."

you furrow your brows at the slightly shorter boy, "dont even start about me meeting your parents." you huff, sticking your hands in your pockets. "your brothers are scary enough and they are literally knock offs of you."

he smiles, a small laugh escaping his lungs as he reaches his hand out for yours. "man up, kid," he giggles. "im hungry as fuck."

amusedly rolling your eyes, you take nicks hand in yours. only to be quickly dragged into the diner.

walking in, your immediately welcomed by the timey atmosphere. there's a red radio sitting on the checkered counter gently playing various songs from elvis presley, buddy holly, and aretha franklin. the sweet sound of their recognizable voices drifting into through your brain as you gawk at the large mural on the wall. the wall consists of large hand painted pictures of marilyn monroe, elvis presley, and a few other celebrities of their time.

the energy of the diner easily cools down your nerves, distracting you from the oncoming hours. but its only for a few seconds until nicks voice rips you away from your haze.

"well, here they are!" he mumbles, making you turn to look at his two triplet brothers. you cant help but notice how flustered nick had gotten within the last 20 seconds. too, nervous of introducing you to his life long best friends.

matt stands up with a smile, reaching out to dap you up. "im chris, nice to meet you bro."

ah. you've never personally spoken to them, and nick mustve assumed you knew who was who, because you have it flipped around. mixing names with faces, assuming matt was chris, and that chris was matt.

never have you been more grateful to not speak your thoughts out loud. if you called chris by his brothers name, you would've turned around and left. left the country if you will.

"yeah, you too." you smile, dapping him up aswell.

the real matt stands up and leans over the table, giving you an unintentionally awkward side hug due to his position over the table. "matt, nice to meet you." he smiles.

"you too," you repeat, maintaining your smile. desperately trying to hold it and not look like an idiot.

"so," nick says through nervously clenched teeth, scratching the back of his neck as his eyes dart between you and his brothers. you meet his gaze and his eyes are wide with panic. skin flushed a soft pink as the nerves run through him.

you want to comfort him, but that's near to impossible when you seem to be just as nervous as he, maybe even more. you hate seeing nick freaked out, but what can you do?

you smile lightly, if you can't verbally comfort him you can at least try and play the part of being calm and not on the verge of an absolute freak out. he searches your eyes quickly before turning to his brothers.

they both flash you and nick reassuring grins, sensing your unease.

sucking in a shaky breath, you sit down first. the triplets following your action and immediately breaking out into questions.

clearly they have been holding off because they ask you things that you figured nick would've answered already. like when the two of you first met, did you have any classes together in high school, and so on. but that made you feel a little better. they wanted to ask you these questions themselves, and not from another person.

you slowly eased into the conversation, answers to random questions coming smoothly unlike they did a few minutes ago. seeing your tension slip away, nick eventually stopped staring at you making sure you were okay. your comfort made his comfort welcomed again. you getting along with his brothers was the one thing he had been most worried about since the four of you scheduled this.

once the waitress finally makes their round and ends up at your table, you all make your orders. she leaves, and your quickly bombarded with questions again.

nick's laugh rings through the air, immediately fueling your heart with warmth as he smiles. "guys, lets chill out. this isn't an interrogation."

chris teasingly rolls his eyes, "can i just ask one more question? please? this will be the last one i swear to god."

nick shoots a glance at you, checking if you had any input on this. you just shrug your shoulders in response. honestly enjoying the attention as much as you hate to admit. he huffs, "last one."

"okay," chris giggles, putting his hands together. you turn to look at him, waiting for him to go on. "me and matt gotta know. how's your moms potato salad?"

"chris." nick hisses.

matt and chris immediately break out into laughter. not having any idea what they mean, you answer truthfully.

you smile, "i love her potato salad."

"uh oh," matt giggles. eyes comically widening as he puts a hand up to hide his growing laughter. he turns to look at chris and they share a look, resulting in more laughter.

nick turns to face you, a look of annoyance sitting on his face. "ignore them."

his remark only makes you seem to laugh too. at this point, you have no idea what your laughing at. nick stays expressionless for several more seconds before he cracks and smiles too, playfully rolling his light eyes.

A/N TWO ; i hate potato salad im honestly w nick on this one #top10biggestfears

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ash-and-starlight · 7 months

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hi. So. I feel like I’ve reblogged enough of your art going rabid and screaming about it to actually come here and just tell you. Your art…. I am forever indebted to it. I’m not even joking rn I literally saw your art, realised the link was to tumblr and said: yep. I’m getting tumblr now. I could literally (I’m honestly not exaggerating) write a thesis about how much I love your art buuuuut I feel like that may come across as mildly creepy so I’ll limit it to one ask. Your art is absolutely BREATHTAKING. I cannot express how much I adore it with a passion. Every single time I see it I literally screech and grip my pillows and roll around and cry. You are one of the most talented artists I’ve ever come across. Like I don’t think u understand the sheer POWER that u hold. It’s unmatched, truly. I’ve literally never been so affected by someone’s art in my LIFE and if you ask anyone I know irl who ash is they’ll say: oh it’s that one artist who Sofia is batshit crazy about. You have the most incredible understanding of colours, anatomy, dynamics & poses, linework, emoTIONS, I could go on forever ever. I just hope you know how beloved you are in my eyes and everyone else’s, like we ADORE you and your art. Anyway to summarise this possibly stalker-ish ask. You’re literally the best person ever and your art is my reason to keep going. THANK YOU FOREVER !!! <3333

HIII!! god your tags had me giggling and blushing and kicking my legs for the past few days thank you so muuuuchhh you have no idea how much that means to me 😭😭 and giggling weeping crying abt this message too hello this IS an essay it’s even better than an essay okay!!! holy shit!!?? augh thank youuu thank you thank you so much i have no words like my brain is now just [very loud boiling teapot whistle]

i will think abt this forever and ever, i’m so glad you like my art that much and to know that it affects you so deeply thank you THANKKKK YOUU for taking time to reach out and write so many nice things omg 😭😭

also right back @ u?? im still shook by how you can draw so fast and consistently Good like your style is so distinctive, dynamic and full of life actually let me go get eye enlargement surgery to look at it more

aaaudhshshgds tysm again i’m going to print out your words 2947373 times and use them as wallpaper on my entire house

#WILL NEVER BE NORMAL AGAIN THANK YOOOUUUUUU #ash replies

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laurenairay · 1 year

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and prompt 1 with nathan mackinnon!! can’t wait for these! thank youu

I really enjoyed writing this softer side of Nate! Thank you for choosing him for this one, Bre, and I hope you enjoy it!

“You know it’s only you who makes me like this.”

Words: 655

“Surprise!”

You flinched at the loud shout from your boyfriend, hand clutching over your heart as you stared at him with wide eyes.

“Nathan MacKinnon, you are the worst!” you gasped, batting at his chest with a hand.

“I missed you too,” he snickered.

You rolled your eyes fondly, leaning up on your tiptoes to kiss him hello, unable to stop yourself from sighing happily as Nate quickly deepened the embrace, one of his hands cupping your face as his tongue slipped past your lips. He’d been gone on a 10-day roadtrip, not due back until – you thought – this evening, but here he was way ahead of schedule. Not that you were complaining, certainly not with the intensity in his kiss.

Eventually you pulled away, head spinning and lips throbbing, Nate looking just as affected as he took a step backwards to give you a little air.

“I thought you wouldn’t be home until tonight?” you said, frowning slightly as you looked up at him.

“There’s a storm due in the time we originally were meant to fly back, so the team managed to organise an earlier flight schedule to get us all back safely. I thought it would be nice to surprise you, with these,” he explained.

And as he pointed to his left, into the kitchen, you raised an eyebrow and wandered into the room…only to stop in your tracks at the sight of the most beautiful bouquet of pale pink peonies, at least two dozen of them bright as anything. They were your favourite flowers without a doubt, and the fact that Nate had remembered that? And wanted not only to buy some for you but surprise you with them? Wow.

“For someone who says he’s not a romantic, you do remarkably well with proving yourself wrong,” you said softly, smiling widely up at him where he was hovering behind you.

“It’s nothing really,” Nate shrugged, although the pleased smile on his lips let you know exactly how much he liked that compliment.

“Nate, please stop selling yourself short. This is incredibly romantic and I love it okay? Almost as much as I love you,” you said firmly, lips still quirked in a smile as you turned to face him.

His small smile spread into a grin, such a rare thing but so genuine, and he ducked his head a little as if to hide it. “I love you too. So much.”

6 months ago he would never have been so open with his feelings. Hell, even 2 months ago he wouldn’t. But the day he finally told you he loved you was a day you’d never forget, and you treasured every moment as much as he did when he was open with you.

“You know it’s only you who makes me like this,” Nate murmured.

“Like what?”

“Soft. Vulnerable. Every other synonym.”

“Someone’s been learning their word-of-the-day calendar.”

“Babe I’m serious,” Nathan said, huffing out a laugh, “I don’t get to be this way around everyone. Mostly because I built up so many walls, pushed everything down, just so I could put my everything into hockey. But you helped me realise I could have both, you know? That I could have everything. So thank you.”

Oh your sweet, sweet man.

He may not feel comfortable expressing his emotions in front of many people, but the fact that he was growing so open and honest with you? It was everything.

With tears stinging at your eyes, you could out a laugh through your smile. “No thanks necessary, okay? You deserve everything and more.”

Nate shook his head fondly, moving to circle his arms around your waist.

“Maybe we both deserve it, hm?” he said simply.

“Maybe we both deserve each other,” you added.

“I like the sound of that,” he grinned.

As he leant down to kiss you again, you couldn’t help but think that you liked the sound of that too.

#my writing #birthday prompt list #nathan mackinnon blurb #nathan mackinnon imagine #nathan mackinnon fanfic

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snake-queen7 · 10 months

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hello kakimora!

congratulations on your 3000 followers! <3

i just wanted to know, what is your opinion about Snape? and what's his role like in your AU (especially his relationship with Harriet)??

Ahh thank youu so much for that!! 🙏☺️🌸🩷✨️

Ahh yes, Snape, poor sad boy. I don't know why but last time my love for him is well, smaller? I dunno, still love him, but something changed. Eh I wish I have more time for drawing him or him with other characters (I cannot believe I never drawing him with Harriet!!), maybe one day... or if I will have commissions with him haha. I love book's Snape and movie's, that's just a incredibly good and complicated character. About Harriet and Snape- he wants to protect her for all cost and it's more easier for him, cause she's more like Lily than James. He's ready to betray Dumbledore to save her, when he figured out Harriet can be a horcrux and she have to die to defeat Dark Lord. So yeah, he chose only one side, side which never will hurt Harriet and try protect her too- Voldemort (cause she's horcrux he never will let her die of course). I have a few AUs when Snape has a bit different roles but here I wrote about only one. What Harriet think about him? She knows he hate her, because of her father, but sometimes Harriet see his strange awkwardness when they are alone and she doesn't have any idea why. Snape sees Lily in her and in some situations become more nice, but also embarrassmed (he feel so guilty about Lily's death so he can't control himself when he is with Harriet alone, her eyes don't help in this, even their the shade of green is a bit different than Lily's). When Harriet saw in Pensieve how James bullying Severus, she started understand why he treat her in that way, but still she didn't know about his relationship with Lily. And ahhh that's it for now, ohh my my English suck so bad so I can't write what I want but eh, I hope it show a bit of story about my Snape.

Plus as bonus some of my Snape's art, thank you for your ask and have a nice day/night!! 🌟🌙🌻

#kakimora answers the questions #severus snape art #snape #harriet potter #professor snape #severus snape #anonim #♡♡♡

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abrahamvanhelsings · 27 days

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thank youu for tagging me @zaegreus 💙🐳

WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?

not really, i believe my mother happened to know someone, a colleague or something, and she liked the name so on the baby name list it went. as far as my new chosen name which ive been trying out here and there, it's just the male version of my legal documents name, but since that's dorian it always makes people go 'ooo like from oscar wilde's dorian gray?' OR they go 'oh like in dragon age' and both of these things. queer. lmao.

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?

hmm i don't quite remember, i think i cried about palestine a couple of weeks ago bc i was very stressed abt work and my emotions were very close to the surface so to say, and this genocide happening right in front of our eyes while the world acts like it isn't makes me feel incredibly powerless and lose my faith in humanity. to see suffering and ignore it - to refuse to see these people as people, with lives and dreams and feelings that are each worth the universe, at all. just inconceivable to me.

DO YOU HAVE KIDS?

no. and despite what my mother likes to think i do not want them and i never will.

WHAT SPORTS HAVE YOU PLAYED/DO YOU PLAY?

i played football for a couple of years as a teenager. i also did horse riding for a year or two as a child, but then the timing of the lessons got awkward in regards to dinner so i had to stop. i still kind of miss it every once in a while though, because i really love horses and riding is very nice. uhh i also did archery for two years or something. and when i stopped playing football when i was 15 i went on to rowing and i haven't stopped doing that since! honestly a pretty important part of my life, there's a lot of time that goes into practice alone and i also have to volunteer at the club (common courtesy as a member), but i really love it. don't think ill ever stop doing it if i can help it.

DO YOU USE SARCASM?

uh yeah all the time lmaoo which sometimes people do not catch on to and then it seems like i've just said something incredibly rude or patently insane but we roll with life's punches. which in this case is failing a 'have a normal conversation' check.

FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?

hands! im very peculiar about hands and i will commit a felony for a beautiful pair of them. this goes for eyes too but looking straight into people's eyes is, like, more intimate than sex so i tend not to do that very much even if i think someone's eyes are beautiful immediately. and also, people's shoes, bc i honestly believe that if there's any piece of clothing that can tell you a lot about a person it's shoes lmao

WHAT IS YOUR EYE COLOR?

hazel, they kinda go from brown to green depending on the shirt im wearing and the way the light falls into them

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?

kind of depends on your definition of scary? i don't like horror at all but i can enjoy a good thriller. generally i think i prefer happy endings though. still, a good tragedy every once in a while... in fact one of my favourite movies of all time (in the mood for love) has a very bittersweet ending. and also i am terror crew of course

ANY TALENTS?

i used to be decent at drawing but i haven't really done that for years bc academia sucks the life out of you. same goes for writing - i so wish to take up writing fanfic and original works again and i have so many ideas, but then whenever i have the time i do not feel the energy. oh but im very good at public speaking! has always come naturally to me which is quite a stroke of luck

WHERE WERE YOU BORN?

provincial town somewhere in the north of the netherlands

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?

rowing, playing the piano, and the usual stuff i.e. reading, watching things (including sports) and playing video games. idk if id classify climate activism as a hobby? im not doing it for fun but bc it's necessary, but we do try to have a good time of it bc it's not sustainable mentally/physically if you don't. i also play board games with some of the climate activism people in my city every once in a while

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?

no! my parents used to have cats but when they died they didn't take new ones and im away from my own apartment more often than im there bc of work and sports and activism and friends blah blah blah so it isn't really a good idea for me to take a cat or something if we can't even be proper companions

HOW TALL ARE YOU?

ehh 169 cm or so

FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?

even though i studied history i think latin and ancient greek were my favourite subjects in high school bc that's where i actually learned things. the history teacher just let me do whatever bc it was all too easy for me anyway, but latin/greek were actually challenging even though i was good at them. in fact my highest mark on the big national high school exams was for greek! also i told you about my amazing latin teacher :')

DREAM JOB?

man i don't even know anymore. for the longest time i thought i wanted to work in academia but now im doing a phd and im seeing all the uni politics up close im like... man... all of you people and your made up rules and your cronyism and toxic power dynamics and your hierarchies suck ass for real. but then idk what else id do bc even though i like museums that whole world is impossible to get into without literal nepotism so yeah. marry rich and set up something cool to popularise opera among younger generations? lmfao

tagging @garlandgerard @boogiewoogieweeb @croziers-compass @burrowingregg @tadpal @tideswept if you feel like it 💚🐢

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inlocusmads · 1 year

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Hey Mads! How are you doing? Hope life's treating you well <3. Since you're open to requests can I suggest this prompt? For any pairing, it's up to you.

"Wow, I never thought you'd be stupid enough to try and do this.”

"Well, you're here with me, so that makes you stupid too.”

Thank youu <33.

Common Ground

First dates suck. But if you are anything like Ethan and Jane, dissimilar but happy to listen and also incredibly chaotic, you might just have a good time.

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey, Jane Fletcher

WC: 2.2k | TW: Some light cussing | Teen+

A/N: Tysm for the prompt Lizzie! I had such fun writing this and honestly, it is one of the only proper fluff I've ever written. So if this doesn't turn out good, then I'm going to have to cram all the stops and grow my own paddy field of fluff and harvest the fluff myself.

Also written for @aprilchallenge - Prompt: "Dinner"

Ethan learned a long time ago that Jane would never agree to go with him to a fancy dinner.

He'd thought of the best things; from the risotto alla milanese from The Golden View all the way to the banana and blackcurrant crêpes with a dollop of the sweetest vanilla ice-cream at the Bayside Beach. He'd even planned a little trip - taking her on a tour of the best, gourmet culinary downtown Boston had to offer.

Then she'd said- "I don't need fancy dinners. Imagine the sheer amount of money you'd have to spend."

"We can both afford it, Jane. It is a once-in-a-while thing. We're allowed to splurge a little, should we fancy something nice."

She'd shaken her head. "You've got to save up when you actually need it. There's no need to be so careless with money. A little carefulness can go a long way. Zuinigheid met vlijt!"

Back to the drawing board it is.

Now, Ethan was more than comfortable with Jane's cultural upbringing. Being half Canadian by citizenship, she was nauseatingly nice, as the reputation suggested. Still informal, but very nice enough to insist that she didn't deserve a lot of pomp and grandeur.

Being entirely Dutch implored her to take the reasonable path forward; a path with austerity and righteousness and order. And finally, because she was still very Jane, she enjoyed running away from a lot of things. For example, running from responsibilities, friends and anything remotely resembling social interactions.

Ethan did what any rational person would do to respond to such a constraining environment: Turn to Google.

Fifteen minutes later, he was knee-deep in Mom blogs, proposal videos and engagement rings.

There has to be a better plan.

"This is what you do, my friend. Take her to the best restaurant ever, nuh-uh-uh, I know Jane's a bit -- well, modest we'll say but she'll swoon just as much as anyone else under--"

"Goodbye Tobias."

Dialling. Dialling.

"Now Jane hates anything flashy. Have you tried making her a homecooked meal?"

"I've already done that! It seems redundant to resort to it every single time."

"But she likes it mundane."

"I don't. You've been very helpful, Sienna but --"

"Not helpful enough, I understand. I do hope you find what you're looking for."

Argh.

"Why are you asking me?"

"You're supposed to know her?"

"And you don't?"

Ethan took a deep breath. "Just because I have been seeing her for a couple of months, that doesn't mean I know everything about her already."

"Well, I don't know everything about her either. You're supposed to ask her if you're looking for any proper answers."

"Oddly enough, that seems like the right thing to do. Thank you, Aurora."

"You're welcome."

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"I seriously don't want anything. I told you, nothing flashy. I'd be more than happy to collect garbage, do laundry and do taxes with you. Enough of these dinners."

"But I'd like a dinner! Something fun for a change!"

"Fun?"

Ethan drew a sharp breath. "It seems like we've run out of common grounds."

"Okay." Jane said. "What do you picture?"

"A nice dinner. A proper conversation. Perhaps a film noir or a night out at the opera house. I've got some tickets for My Fair Lady. If time permits, dessert. Cream cakes, pasties and slices of pie, all at Matteo's. Home. A good night's sleep for a refreshing tomorrow. Call me an old soul, but I want to be able to enjoy this without people giving me grief for it. I should be able to splurge without being portrayed as hollow or undeserving. What about you?"

"Paintball."

"Paintball?"

"Paintball at Murdoc's Yard."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

"Seriously?"

"I've got the Murdoc Madness coupon giving me 25% off on all iced sodas and milkshakes. And I want to make sure people don't best my score at the leaderboard. I've held that position for a very long time now."

"How long?"

"Two weeks, but it is long, all right?"

"You're thirty. Thirty six to be precise."

"And?"

"It would be -- it would be strange to--"

"I want to be able to enjoy paintball without people giving me grief for it. Okay? Yeah?"

"Okay."

"So what do we do? We have very dissimilar ideas on our ideal night out and I'm getting sick of making dinners at home and movies. I've run through the whole Netflix catalogue at this point. Perhaps we can sort it out, find some areas of interest we both have and go further?"

"It's easy. We don't have to find a common ground. It wouldn't work with us that way. Someone's always going to end up unhappy. I've got an idea. How are you with walking around?"

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There was one thing that Jane and Ethan both shared a mutual love for: organizing things. To Ethan, it was something he'd developed quite fondly after watching his mentors work. To Jane, it was quite literally in her blood. Since they didn't mind walking around for a while, Jane ended up drafting a plan that would either go really well or become a dumpster fire overnight. However, they were half-decent at the very least, so it should work out for them.

6PM. Dinner at The Scene. Ethan loved their pastas. Wasn't too upscale, but at the same time, they had a wide range of gourmet menu to choose from. Jane settled on a tofu pasta and a Caesar salad; one of the many pitfalls of being a vegetarian with a limited menu to choose from. Ethan shot for a medium rare steak. Wine. Sacrifices were made, but Jane wasn't here for the food anyway. She was here for company and a mouth to talk for her ear to listen.

Light conversation about work and family, as Ethan intended. He went on about this interesting study he'd come across and Jane was more than happy to just listen. Socialising was hard; keeping a conversation up and relevant doubly so. He had this sort of passion and fury and fire in his eyes as he described the sheer cosmic happiness the research paper brought him. More about his own projects, a little segue into wine making and basketball and finally, steering right into the finish line of ranking every game show ever on TV.

"Let's go! Chop! Chop!"

7:45 PM. Murdoc's Yard. It was the tournament to end all tournaments- the Magnum Opus of the championship. Jane had her gear on. Ethan was on her team. Lots of yelling, crying, screaming and kicking as they dived past the crowd of children and aimed for the big guns - the firemen. Ethan got a clean headshot at Fireman One's helmet, dived just before a laser-directed paintball could whizz close to his ear. Got up again and shot one, two, three to find Jane had already taken down five people at an instant.

"Someone's having fun." she laughed. "Wow, I never thought you'd be stupid enough to try and do this.”

"Well, you're here with me, so that makes you stupid too. I mean, you're done with your ammunition! I'm done with my ammunition!"

"Fuck we should've played defense! Argh!"

"Reckon we should take their guns? They're eliminated now. You've got four-- five good ones there."

"Or -- or -- here me out, there's a storage cupboard right there. You see that black tarpaulin? You go that way, take a left and boom, infinite ammo. Sort of. But you'd have to be a bit discreet. You're not good at that. Too tall."

"You're tall too! Why does that exempt me?"

"Someone's going to have to keep guard here. I'll take care. Go, go!"

"This feels vaguely insulting, threatening and practically impossible. We are cheating, Jane. You never cheat."

"But it's fun, ain't it? GO! GO! GO! HOLY FUCK, MY DUDE, YOU'LL DIE HERE IF YOU -- OHSHITOHSHITOHSHIT!"

A barrage of paintballs attacked them. Jane quickly did a barrel roll, pointed her gun at the infilitrator and jammed the trigger. Ethan scarpered to safety, ducking as much as he could; dragging his gun by the strap with his teeth.

"I GOT EM, LET'S GO! MOVE IT!"

9:50 PM. An old threatre in a narrow street was playing Pépé le Moko, a French film noir about a criminal who falls in love with a tourist, risks his life to just be with her - it was all lovey-dovey in the best ways possible. Ethan was rather obsessed with the intricate storytelling, chasistizing the unclever subtitles and poking and prodding at the cinematographic details. Jane, who did understand French, resorted to eating an unhealthy amount of popcorn, feeling nauseous but continuing to eat anyway.

The film ended with Pépe taking his own life, watching as Gaby, the love interest, leaves on a ship in a harbour. Neither of them were big romantics at heart, but it seemed like the kind of production that Ethan could love as freely as he wanted to. An old 1930s movie. A dark cinema threatre with only a couple of people in there to fill up the seats - some in need of nightly entertainment, others bored out of their mundane lives. He was right next to Jane who would rather embrace the mundaneness, even though her definition of "a routine day" was planning to dethrone a bunch of kids at paintball.

Something was right about this. He was exhausted, but something felt right.

11:00PM. Home, by the washing machine.

"I really need that shirt tomorrow."

"That's your lucky shirt?" Jane pointed to the bit of green peeking in and out behind the washing machine glass, as it rolled around in a sloppy, foamy mess.

Ethan fell silent.

"You can admit it."

"It is my lucky shirt, yes."

"You do have a lot of blues. Can't you tempt fate once and test out that old navy blue one there?"

"No, that requires a pair of black trousers and I never bothered buying one. Blue and blue -- that'd be a lot of blues."

"You should try a Scottish kilt next time."

"Ah yes. Will solve all of my problems."

"They do come in a variety of reds. You do realise red clothing takes up way less soap than the blue ones?"

"Really?"

"Nah, I'm making it up as I go along. You should know that by now."

"And it is fantastic. Really. How did you get that guy in paintball? The one with the Minions shirt? You sort of snuck up -- on him and took him out from behind."

"That's nothing. The real question is, how did you know what each restaurant is actually famous for? It's like you're Anton Ego or something - you know exactly what you're ordering and you can precisely gauge how much it is going to fill you up and -- it has to be physically impossible for you to eat at ten thousand different restaurants, so -- what was it? Food blogs? Review blogs? Yelp?"

"Just some basic internet surfing for a couple of years would give you enough information to work with. I was a bad cook back then. Learning and visiting these places helped me gain a footing in crafting my own recipes and borrowing elements from my -- erm-- grandmother. You can't exactly internet-surf strategies to get maximum kills in a paintball tournament. I simply don't understand. I am enormously, marvellously and -- possibly head over heels fascinated with this incredibly complex game of -- three dimensional chess."

"It's easy. You look at a target and you shoot. You don't think. You just do."

"That is some impeccable doing for someone who needs every step of the way planned."

"C'mon, I'm not that helpless without organisation. Sure, there are days I'd love to have nothing more than a journal and a list of tasks, but there's something nice about doing it impromptu. This sense of adventure. Have you ever had something like that? Eaten the wrong kind of food?"

Ethan chuckled. "I -- erm -- I had this very brief moment where I -- ate a lemon slice. In a cocktail! I ate the lemon! Apparently you're not supposed to do that. There's this cocktail etiquette the public doesn't teach you. Completely bodged the meeting with my publishers and Naveen and the sourness - God. I chewed on the skin, swallowed the slice and turned to everyone and I swear to God, I hear one of my publishers taking a jab at me, going, 'Naveen, are you sure this is the boy you want published?' and it was embarrassing! I was stupefied."

"So what the hell are you supposed to do with the lemon?"

"I frankly have no idea. For aesthetics, perhaps? The lemon incident doesn't stop there, you see. We get served a round of desserts and I, of course, had this unrealistic expectation to make sure everyone was impressed. We ordered some crème brûlée and each got a portion and I attempted to crack mine with a fork, which was not only rude but colossally a bad decision."

The washing machine in the laundry room whirred. Jane excused herself for a while. She came back with a tub of chocolate ice-cream and two spoons.

"Now you don't have to worry about dessert etiquette." she said. "Do you mind that I stole your ice cream?"

"Considering I bought it for the both of us, I believe it is used for a great cause. Consumption."

She handed him a spoon and opened the ice cream lid. The two of them dug in, reaching for a large scoop of ice cream, as much as their grubby hands could shovel through the snowy layers of chocolate and reach in directly for the chips and the cookies.

"Twenty two minutes." Jane read the timer on the washing machine. "You really should get a faster one. The Relmo Turbo comes for a great deal. Front-load. Built-in dryer and has seventeen different kinds of wash modes to choose from. It has a quick-wash setting as well. Pretty boss engineering, I'd say."

"Really? Hm, that is definitely something I'd give some thought to. This is five years old already and fit as a fiddle. I'm just stubborn enough to give it up."

"Oh I get you. The microwave I've had is nearing its ten year mark. It's pretty brilliant that it hasn't exploded yet."

"Mostly because it probably cooks an excessive amount of ramen."

"Oh shut up, you're not Anton Ego yet. Don't let that get to your head."

"You're no John Wick either."

Laughs.

"D'you want to sit up here?" Ethan gestured at the counter. "It's getting a bit difficult to hold the tub and the spoon and keep an eye on the monitor because it might just explode unlike your microwave."

"This is how old age starts, kids."

"You're no younger than I am, Jane "I can't even walk after a two hour consultation" Fletcher."

The two of them occupied the small counter and talked long into the night. Jane was wrong. Ethan was also wrong. They did find some common ground that day -- knowing that they didn't have any, but still eagerly invested in each other's lives and times to even give their differences any thought.

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ambivartence · 2 years

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sorry in advance if you've already answered a question like this but i just wanted to ask, how do you improve on drawing?? i think especially for things like coloring, shading, and lighting , its been difficult for me to be happy with how it looks because compared to the sketch (that i think already looks nice) the colors just seem sort of flat and muddy and i feel like i dont have a good grip on what colors to put where and how to make it look unflatt if that makes sense! just curious on maybe what kinds of practices and studying you do for this(if any))<33 obv you dont have to answer if you dont want to, and thank you for being one of my inspirations, love youu<33333

hihi!! for simply shading/lighting, i would suggest you only work in black and white until you're totally comfortable with developing values. why? marco bucci explains it really nicely in this video but basically if you have good values u can have absolutely garbage nonsense colors and it will still make sense aka when i did this lol:

i'm guessing you're more interested in colored artwork though since black and white drawings can't be "flat and muddy" bc theyre in grayscale lol. for coloring, this is so tough for me too so i thought about this for a day or so and i came up with 3 tips that might help^^ 1) getting colors directly from photo reference or color reference, 2) manually adding filters/color harmony, and 3) studying color theory

i always work from photo reference so it informs a lot of my coloring/shading/lighting and often when i don't understand what color I'm looking at i directly just eye drop it and realize that what i thought was purple was actually just a gray-red. working from an actual picture helps make sure my colors don't look strange and while i used to think eye-dropping felt like "cheating" when i worked digitally honestly i've learned a lot from it and honestly if i stare at a color long enough i can get it pretty accurately now but i'm just too lazy so eye-dropping just speeds up my workflow (plus i hate digital color pickers anyways they r not built for artists and i wrote an entire paper on it in college once lmao) anyways here's an example of a color study i did by directly eye-dropping from a gif with @quokki's incredible coloring (love u ale <3)

if you're not working from a picture directly, you can still use other pictures or artwork as a "color reference" which I used to do a lot. i like to look at art from other ppl with pretty colors and create a color palette to use in my own drawings. for example, the color palette for this felix painting came from a piece (idr which) by Simón Prades on instagram but this palette is really easy to use since it's linear values it's like working in black and white but comes out looking cooler LOL

Recently for my lee know kiki's delivery service drawing i felt that the colors seemed a little flat n muddy to me because it was in an animated flat coloring style (lol) so I added a filter layer (just a flat apricot color set to overlay at 25% on photoshop) that livened up the whole thing and made it feel more cohesive. It's a pretty subtle difference to other people but made a world of difference to me :) it helped take the muddiness out of the shadows of his face and the glass reflection and took the painting from gloomy rainy day with stale bread to warm sunny day with fresh bread :]

and finally if u are interested in actually studying colors and lighting and shading and stuff these r some of the youtube videos and channels that i think do a great job explaining these very cool concepts:

pre-realism vs post-realism is a cool video about the difference between the mentality of how beginners draw vs how experts draw and kinda blew my mind tbh i think the big color takeaway from this video is that something that kids would color (like green grass) might actually be a totally different color to an artist's eye (dark yellow, red gray, even a super desaturated purple) depending on a realistic lighting situation

nathan fowkes did a 3-part guest talk series on understanding color temperature and relationships: (1) (2) (3) also not coloring but i love his video on value massing

this lecture on what charles bernard calls "the mother color principle" takes the "filtering" tip that i mentioned earlier to a much more developed level (it's an hour long so just skip through it.. u get the gist of what he's saying in a few min but the whole demo is also cool too)

i mentioned him earlier but marco bucci has many 10 min digestable videos about color on his channel that i like :) (also this lighting/value video is great too)

sorry i don't really know exactly how basic or advanced i should cater my advice but i hope this helps some anon^^ lmk if u have questions or if u ever want feedback my inbox and dms r always open

#ask #anon #my questionable advice #damn this makes me want to go back to art school i remember this time last year i was watching so many of these videos and actually studyin #n now ive just been so lazy n only doing black n white again LOL #also rereading this i hate how i write i sound so peppy and prescriptive these r just my two cents!! sorry its so long #its just all the vertical media

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atherix · 2 years

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I am on the edge of my seat. I am voicing my panic out loud in a series of stressed noises. There is live commentary to my sister about the fight and Mumbo barely missing the first attack and Tubbo showing up and the idiot finally acknowledging Godling and Mumbo drinking his blood and them not calling Scar and AAAAHHH you are such an incredible author!!!

I’ve said how much I love this story, but I have to say it again. It is so so amazing. It always makes my day even if it is angsty. Thank you so much for sharing your stories <3

Scar is definitely going to be upset with them but also so relieved they all made it out safe (for now?) How will they get Blondie out of the house? Why did Tubbo decide to show up?(These are rhetorical, I’m sure we will find out). Oh and the lil messenger crow! I hope it made it out safe even though it’s mission got derailed.

Also Cleo and needing to formally register their coven is both exciting and stressful. I am curious what kind of annoying regulations they will be subjected to. But then Grian calling Mumbo ‘my Lord’ and them wanting Scar to move in so they can get more cuddles and be safe. As much as I adored Midnights Past, I have been so ready some more fluffy moments with Grian and Mumbo as well and you sure delivered <3

This was a lot of rambles but this chapter left my brain scrambled in the best way and I will continue to ponder it all evening.

You are chirping like Grian when Mumbo lay dying in his arms hmhmm- HKJFSKLFSJK THE LIVE COMMENTARY I love it kjfsdkfgdkn THANK YOU SO MUCH I AM 🥺SO GLAD YOU THINK SO hjkfdsjklfgsdjk <3 <3 <3

Thank you so much I am so glad you enjoy it so much, writing it has been an absolute joy I love the world I've made so much <3 I am so so so happy to share <3 ThaNK YOUU <3

Hmhmhmmmmm knowing what I know about what happens I cannot say one way or another how Scar or anyone will react hahaha <3 (Oh yes, you will learn. Both of them >:3 Especially Tubbo. Tubbo bby where did you come from hm hmmmm the dooRS WERE LOCKED jjmhmhmmm) I can confirm the messenger crow is safe it gtfo'd as soon as trouble began <3

I am glad everyone has picked up that anything involving the Council will be Irritating and Stressful and Not Fun (for the characters) hahaha <3 I'm actually looking forward to diving into the Council and Coven System stuff, tho I don't intend to lean tooo too heavily into it bc who cares about politics when there's a (fantasy) war on <3 Them wanting to bring all members of the Coven into the manor and just <3 They want Cuddles and to know he is Safe and Happy and Never Far Away just like a Lord's Mate rightfully should be, safe and protected and pampered hfsdfkjds

Midnights Past was super nice with all the fluff and light angst and was necessary for some certain setups later down the road but I too am glad to be back on the main plot, I am so excited to bring y'all Grian Lore and even a little more Mumbo Lore. After all, we still don't know anything about that ten years between being Turned and killing his Sire... :) Let me tell you this fic needing to be the next one written was a blow to me because I am in DESPERATE need of some Redscape, there is so little of it and I am like a hiker lost in a DESERT and I could only REFERENCE Redscape in this one because Scar isn'T HERE and I am HUNGRY someone FEED ME- Ahem anyway off topic, I am delighted to be back to being able to write the Grian and Mumbo fluff too <3 I missed my boys I want to write them being so in love and protective of each other and fskdjfjk <3 I am so happy you enjoyed <3

I LOVE the rambles and I love rambling in return thank you for it <3 My ask box is always open for a good ramble <3

#Ask #Midnight Series #Hermitshipping #Mumscarian

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stilettomafiosas · 1 year

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Ough it's so interesting seeing how your art has changed over the past like year tho you've literally been so talented the whole time the improvement is amazing still. Screaming and crying and throwing up but in the most positive way

I AM SO HAPPY TO HEAR THIS AHH..,, ;O; thank youu!! I've had SO many moments of feeling really stagnant and dissatisfied with my art, throughout my whole life really but more than ever during the last couple of years. I've had more than my share of feeling discouraged by feeling that I should have progressed way further than I have, but when I look back on older stuff and notice things I could have done differently/better, I realize noticing the flaws DOES mean I've gotten better!! and it's INCREDIBLY validating when others mention they see improvements—I tend to get a little embarrassed at the thought of others seeing my mistakes, but maybe you actually see the improvements even more! when I was putting together my art summary I didn't think there was very much of an actual change throughout the months, so to get a nice ask like this really gave me a boost ;w; so thank you!!! so much!! I hope to get back to drawing a lot more this year and improving even more!!

#asks #holds this ask very gratefully.... i appreciate you anon 🧡

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caterkinnie · 2 years

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vice or dorm leaders (love em both, not picky so you choose LMAO) with a reader that usually speaks with them thru telepathy or text whicever same tjing, Actually Verbally Talks to them for the first time ? what they say is up to you it can range from "ily ..!" or "you are. so stupid < / 3"

The first time they hear your voice!

summary: You two always communicated through notes and texts, something he didn't mind. But that doesn't mean he doesn't wonder how your voice sounds like...

genre: fluff!

warnings: none!

chose vice dorm leaders since im incredibly biased towards them...

You two were dating for a few months, and while Trey didn't mind having to talk to you through notes or text, he kinda wished to hear your voice sometimes.

He imagined the first time you actually talked to him was going to be a big deal, but it was just a little 'thank youu..!' after he cooked your favorite food after you passed a test.

He doesn't want to make you uncomfortable! But… He feels his face heating and his heart racing…

'I-... I should be the one thanking you.'

Ruggie actually didn't mind this at all!

You already said a lot with your body language, he loves teasing you for that reason. Doesn't mean he kinda wished to hear your voice, but if you don't want to verbally talk then he's not going to judge.

The first time he hears your voice is one time you two are play-fighting and he starts tickling you! And you tell him to STOP! While giggling and trying to push him away.

Ruggie stops with wide eyes, you might think he's upset or anything but you just caught him off-guard.

Quick to make a recovery with a 'Hey, that's cheating.. Your voice is nice though.'

Didn't mind you not verbally talking at all, everyone has their quirks, right?

Jade has never pointed it out or teased you for it, since he assumes you have your reasons and will tell him someday.

He also loves teasing you to see your reactions (even more than Ruggie), which is how you got yourself in this situation.

He threw a flirty line and when you got flustered, he started acting like it was a misunderstanding and you found a double meaning in his words that didn't exist! A double meaning that did, in fact, exist.

You told him with a pouty face 'Jade you're.. so annoying..' and found a little cheatcode, HE'S the flustered one now

Quick to make a recovery though.

'What did you say, my dear? Could you please repeat it?'

Jamil wanted to hear your voice so badly but would die before admitting it. He wouldn't risk breaking any boundaries by asking you questions, so he kept it all to himself.

You're cuddling with him in his room, it's been a long day and he's tired, Jamil is already falling asleep UNTIL he hears a little 'I love you..' which makes him tense up, wide awake now.

His heart is racing and he's sure you noticed his reaction but still….

It takes him a bit to process what happened and finally manage to reply.

'I… I love you too..'

Loved this! This little quirk was so unique, it made every single interaction with you more special!

Still… Sometimes you could notice how he pushed you a bit to talk, not enough to make you uncomfortable though, he's mostly curious about your voice! Still, he'll be quick to stop if you really want him to.

It all started one day, Rook was in his usual "praising the love of his life" mood and was reading all the poems he wrote about you, but he's been at it for almost an hour already! You tell him a little 'You don't need… you don't need to spend so much time… writing that stuff for me..' Your voice getting lower and lower the more you talk, you see his face brighten up and let out an airy laugh!

He feels like he's falling in love all over again <3 What did you unleash, he's even worse with his praises now.

'Ah~ ma chérie, thank you so much for blessing me with your voice~.'

Like Rook, doesn't mind at all, but that doesn't mean he's not curious.

In fact, he's even more insistent than Rook, though more subtle and most of the time you don't notice he's trying to hear your voice until you're about to speak!

One time he (as usual) comes from behind you and covers your eyes with a little 'who am i~?' to startle you, what he didn't expect was you actually replying 'Lilia… stop scaring me..!' and he keeps quiet for a bit.

When you turn around to see him he has the silliest smile you've ever seen from him. Please tease this idiot later for it he deserves it <3

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst headcanons #trey clover #trey clover x reader #ruggie bucchi #ruggie bucchi x reader #jade leech #jade leech x reader #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #Lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x reader

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milqueandsugar · 3 years

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Hello may I request some Vilbur, Techno or Fundy who has absolutely no sense of personal space and an easily flustered s/o? 😔👌🏼👌🏼 Thank youu

🏵 Your Tea Is Ready 🏵

Warnings: slight nsfw

Genre: fluff

| Technoblade |

When techno is comfortable with someone all sense of boundaries are lost

In piglin culture it's normal for packs to be incredibly close, and you Ranboo and Philza are his pack

You had been living with him for a while and got used to his surprisingly touchy ways

Resting his head on yours when hes tired, playing with your hair, braiding it even if you let him, hell he even asks you to help put on his corset from time to time

But when you guys started dating? Yeah absolutely no boundaries with him

Walking around in only a towel after showers, sleeping far less clothes then he used to, holding your hand when doing chores with you

With phil in his own home he could be as free as he liked with you, well, that's what he thought until you sat him down one day

"Tech we need to talk"

" Is there something wrong, Aphrodite?"

"Y-yes its.. just for the love of the gods put some clothes on "

You gesture to his shirtless state and he looks down then back at you

"Would that make you more comfortable to talk to me"

"No! No that's it the that's the conversation, I love you tech, and this is your home as much as it is mine, but when I'm doing chores or doing something, itd be nice of you weren't a uh.. distraction"

"Am I distracting you, Y/N?"

"..no"

Needless to say you got railed that night

| Vilbur |

Wilbur wasnt always like this

You weren't sure exactly when this started but you had two Main theories

1) that between the abuse of training and isolation of pogtopia he would take any soft touches and love he could get

2) he finally realized how bad his touch and affected you

You were currently laying in your shared bed, his head resting on your chest as he left the occasional kiss, almost to signify that he was still awake

His hands wandered up and down your clothed sides, occasionally pulling st the hem of your shirt or Jeans

"Wilbur?"

"Hmm?"

"This is kind of a weird question...".

"I'm kind of a weird guy, hit me with it"

Taking in a deep breath you continue,

"Why are you so... touchy all of a sudden? I'm not complaining, but I'd like to know"

Chuckling wilbur sat up, legs either side of your own as he leaned forward to caress our cheek

"Because I love seeing how red you can get"

The words alone brought heat to your cheeks

Turning your head Wilbur left a few fleeting kisses across the scarlet skin before leaning down to your ear

"So pretty"

| Fundy |

Fundy is the king of clingyness

If you're anywhere within a ten mile radius expect him to have him holding you

Fundy has never had anything that was his, and anything that was wasnt around for too long

He couldn't bare losing anything else, let alone you

Unfortunately this tends to lead to him startling you with unexpected hugs

One time you were chopping veggies for dinner when a sudden warmth poked at your back

"AHH-"

"Dont scream! It's just me!"

"Jesus Fundy! I was cutting stuff! I could have cut you!"

"You're... you're facing away from me"

That earned him a pickle to the fore head

Though his sudden affection has led to several accidents, you wouldn't have it any other way

Okay maybe you'd like him to stop coming after you from behind but the rest is okay!

"Arent I supposed to e the skittish one?"

"You regularly attack me!"

"With what, love?"

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I love love your blog!! And you!! I feel like you're such a nice person omg... 💜💜 And is it okay if I ask about juno? Like pisces juno? I'm still new to astrology and Id love you to see you write about it. Thank youu💗💗

Hi sweetie!! Thank you so much. Absolutely I can tell you about Pisces Juno <3

Pisces Juno

This gif reminded me of Pisces Juno. PS no one talk to me about Howl and Sophie omg 😭

- Your future spouse could have Pisces in their big 3, and more specifically a Pisces Sun.

- They could be quite spiritual, or even be psychic themselves!

- They have manifested you, or have been dreaming of someone like you for a long time before you meet/get together.

- You could connect through trauma or things of the like. By that I mean have gone through similar struggles, and understand where the other is coming from.

- They may be a very empathetic and caring individual. Really able to understand things from other people's point of view and be non-judgemental.

- You may have dreams about them (or they may have dreams about you) that tell you things about each other. For example; maybe you don't realise you're in love with them until you have a dream about your wedding day or something.

- They may be very creative or artistic. Maybe they're great at drawing, or music, or fashion and makeup. Whatever it is, they are probably artistically inclined/talented in some way.

- Your meeting and getting together with them may be fate, or supported by The Universe if you believe in that.

- They may be a very dreamy or idealistic person. They love to look at the best case scenario.

- They may be healing for you. Perhaps, by the time you get together if you haven't already, you may have gotten hurt by people in the past. They may help you trust and love wholly again. Obviously it's your trauma and your issues so please don't put that all on them, do the work yourself, but they will be incredibly supportive of you.

- Dates with them may look like visiting places from your childhood, painting together, getting tarot readings together (or whatever your preferred form of divination is), binging Disney movies together, etc. Very very sweet!!

This is what I have today! Thank you so much for sending this ask and I hope it's helpful for you/resonates for you. Sending you so so much love <333

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CREEP 3: You're just like an angel

Pairing: Drake Walker x MC (Lexie O’Brien) Book TRR

Synopsis: Drake is a hurt, angry teenager. After being rejected by Lexie, he spends two years bullying her until he discovers the horrible truth behind her rejection.

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In this chapter: Lexie gets to know more about the boy hiding behind the monster.

A/N: This is Lexie’s POV. We’ll be in Drake’s head in the following chapter.

A/N 2: Thank you to my beautiful prereader @burnsoslow

Your suggestions made all the difference! LOVE YOUU ❤️

A/N 3: Thank you to @mskaneko for the edit that closes this fic. It’s gorgeous! I love youu ❤️

Words: 5,108 🙈

WARNINGS: Parental abuse, domestic violence, toxic love, abuse, bullying.

THIS IS NOT YOUR USUAL MARSHMALLOW DRAKE. He was abandoned as a boy, he’s tortured and he doesn’t know how to express love.

This is a dark love story. If you think this might trigger you, PLEASE do not read it.

ALL MY FICS ARE 18+

TAGS ON THE COMMENTS --As this is darker than usual; I’m only tagging the people who commented in the previous chapters. If you want to get on or off the list for this fic; please do not hesitate to ask!!

LEXIE

Watching Drake put my duffel bag on the back of his motorcycle, my pulse is getting out of control on my neck. This is happening. I’m leaving home. I’m getting out, and I’m never coming back. And Drake Walker, my tormentor, is helping me. He actually defended me. The fact that I’m being helped by the person who called me a future trophy wife this morning makes this moment even more surreal. He’s had this tormented expression on his face for the last half an hour that’s stupidly making me want to hug him or make him feel better. For what, though? I don’t know. I don’t owe him anything, and still, I have this pressing need to wrap my arms around his neck and tell him everything will be okay.

When it comes to Drake, my emotions have never been truly logical. One second I hate him, and the next, I’m whispering his name in the darkness of my room, my fingers sawing against the wet cotton of my panties. My feelings for him are incredibly confusing…but I know asking him to back off was the right move. Even if I secretly miss his presence everywhere I turn. In my unstable world, there was something comforting about knowing he would always be there. Watching me. Hating me. Wanting me. That last part was never in doubt. He’s made that clear many times. That if I wanted, he would “give me a nice long hate-fuck in the back of his trailer.” And he’d always say, “No one has to know, baby,” in that deep, hoarse tone that keeps me up at night. Makes me shove my fingers down the front of my panties and struggle to breathe, sweating through my covers to an orgasm. I’m having those particularly sexual thoughts when he looks over at me, and I don’t quite manage to hide my lust. His movements slow, a dark eyebrow arching as he fixes on my mouth, my breasts. I’m a real hot mess right now. Beaten and bloody, but there’s no denying he’s still attracted. It’s always there in the rise and fall of his chest, the clicking of his jaw. The tenting of his jeans. How many times have I turned in class and—avoiding his gaze—locked eyes with his jeans instead? At least that’s one thing us poor fuckers have going for us. We know how to fuck.

Well, if I thought sympathy was a strange emotion regarding this boy, jealousy is even more confusing. Why should I care that he’s been with other girls? Obviously, he must have been with hundreds of girls to get good at sex. It’s none of my business, is it? I’m almost rid of him. And I don’t want to be jealous. Still, when he holds out his hand to help me onto the bike, I ignore it with a raise of my chin and climb on myself. You’re almost rid of him, Lexie. Get a ride and say goodbye. Unfortunately, I may have been a little overenthusiastic in asking to be taken to a motel. I’ve never been to one, but I know a credit card is required—and I don’t have one of those. Nor do I have enough cash in my wallet for more than one night. I need to figure out an alternative plan fast. Still looking damned tortured, Drake places his helmet on my head and gently buckles the chinstrap. Swallowing loud enough to hear over the passing cars. Helmetless, he brings the engine to life, the vibration so exhilarating; I wrap my arms around his middle on reflex.

I can feel taking a deep breath. “Lexie…” He can’t see me, so I give in to the impulse to press my cheek to his leather jacket, absorbing the warmth and his smell, earthy and so masculine.

“Yes?” Drake clears his throat, his voice even more profound. “My dad left me a cabin a few towns over. Near Portavira lake.” He pauses. “It’s very rustic, but I’ve been fixing it, so it’s clean, and it has a bed and some supplies. I could take you there. You’d be safe.”

It’s dangerous to start accepting more favors from him, but what choice do I have? My father made sure that I’m helpless. He did it with my mother and now me. Isolated us from everyone who might be a friend. I’ll accept his offer, but only because here and now, I promise myself I’ll find a way to help myself in the future. To leave my father and his house of horrors in the past. Maybe it can’t be done entirely alone. Maybe accepting help is the only option. That doesn’t mean I’m forgetting the way he treated me. Yes, I’m attracted to him but I also hate him. He’s made my life miserable for two years and I won’t let him --or myself, forget that. Maybe he’s hiding right now but I know Drake--as my father, has a monster underneath. His monster might not slap me or make me bleed but that doesn’t mean he’s not dangerous. Poisonous words can hurt as much as one well-delivered blow.

“Okay,” I say, feeling him relax. “Thanks.” I’ll accept his help for now and leave as soon as I can.

He responds by turning on the engine of the bike again. That’s when I hear my father yelling my name from the back door of the house. His hands are tied behind his back, and he’s limping, blood coming out his nose.

“Alexis Jade O’Brien! You get your ass back here right now, or you’ll never be allowed back! You’ll be dead to me!”

He has to be joking; he’s been dead to me since the first time he hit me. I look back at the pathetic old man with every ounce of rebellion I have. Baring my teeth, I give him the middle finger and dismiss him. Forever.

“Good girl,” Drake murmurs a second before driving away. I don’t look back a single time. We drive for half an hour. After twenty minutes on the highway, the trees grow denser and denser, the road deserted. We don’t pass a single car on the way to the cabin, which comforts me when I should be worried. Shouldn’t I? I can’t allow the last two years of em2otional battle to mean nothing. To melt away in the face of tonight’s act of kindness. I meant what I said. I need Drake to leave me alone. To release the hold he has on me. I’ve cut one negative force out of my life tonight. The last thing I need is a replacement. But as I grow tired against his strong back, his woody and manly scent lulling me, encouraging the trust he doesn’t deserve, I worry leaving him might be easier said than done. Especially when we arrive at the cabin, and he lifts me off the bike, cradling me to his chest like I’m made of crystal, a moment too long before settling me onto my feet. It’s hard giving up his warmth, but I push off his chest, creating distance between us. He watches me back away like I’m breaking his heart.

“There is a shower inside,” he says quietly. “You can finally get the, uh…” He blows a breath. “…the blood off.” The sun sets as we stand there. It’s nothing like the light of the night we kissed. This time it's brighter, more intense. It must be the higher elevation.

“You’re not hurting anywhere else?”

“I’ll be fine.” Why is he breathing so fast? “What’s wrong, Drake?”

“What’s wrong?” He fights through a humorless laugh, sliding his hand through his hair. “Where do I start? Most urgent is…I know you’re going to want me to leave you here alone, and I don’t think I can. Look, if you want to lock the doors, I’ll sleep outside on the ground, Lexie, but please don’t ask me to go.”

He’s right. I was going to tell him it’s OK to go back to his trailer. There was a convenience store with a payphone a mile down the road. If there is no working phone in the cabin, I can still make calls, if necessary. I’m not sure what my next move will be, now that I’ve run away from home. But I know I’ll never be able to think with a clear head as long as Drake is around, looking at me like that. “Drake…”

“It’s just that once I leave, I know that’s it. You’re going to shut me out again. And this time, it’ll be your choice.” He paces away, still raking his fingers through his hair. “I deserve to be cut off. Fuck, I know that. Believe me when I say I hate myself right now, but if there was something I could do to make up the last two years to you, even just a little—”

I shake my head. Nothing can make up for the two years I spent loving him while he tortured me. There will be nothing between us.

“I understand.” His fingers rake his hair one last time. “You can go in the cabin. I’ll sleep outside; that way, I’ll be sure your—father won’t be back.”

Despite myself and my better judgment, I worry about him. “Outside? It’s cold and dark; I can go to a motel.” At least for one night, I’ll figure out what I’ll do after tomorrow.

“No way. Look, I won’t be able to sleep anyway. Just go inside and try to rest; I’ll be fine. I’m used to it.”

Used to what? Sleeping outside? “Isn’t there a couch or something?”

He shakes his head. “The cabin was in ruins until six months ago when I started working on it. There’s only one bed, but there’s a rug next to the fireplace. Please don’t leave. I—I need to know you’re safe.”

I know Drake would never abuse me physically. I might be naïve, but I just know he would never do it. And as much as it’s difficult for me to understand why I feel safe with him here. Still, I have to be smart, my instincts tell me to trust him, but my instincts have been wrong about him before.

“Does the room lock?”

“It does with a bolt that can’t be opened from outside. But you’re safe with me, Lexie. I swear.”

It’s his miserable look that makes me decide. “Okay, if it locks, I can stay here.”

We go inside, and he leads me to his room. When my bag hits the floor next to his bed, I get even more nervous. I just left everything I know behind me and have no idea what’s coming next. School will be over in a few weeks, but I can graduate earlier, thanks to my credits. I’ll need a job, save some money, get an apartment and apply for college in Cordonia. It’s overwhelming.

I don’t want to cry in front of Drake. I don’t want to show him I feel weak, sad, and pathetic, but something inside of me suddenly breaks, and before I can’t do anything to stop it, I’m sobbing.

Drake is sitting on the bed in a second, and he’s pulling me into his lap, trying to calm me down. “Shh Lexie, it’s okay. Cry all you need to. I’m here. It’s okay,” he repeats in a litany as he rubs my shoulders, kisses my cheek, then my nose. Why do I feel so safe with him? Why, after everything he put me through, do I want to be here with him more than anywhere else?

“Let it all out, Lex. You’re so strong, baby.” He takes a cloth handkerchief from his pocket and uses it to gently clean my tears. The piece of fabric seems so incongruous in his rough hands that I can’t help but smile a little.

“Is this yours?”

He shrugs. “My dad collected them. After he died, my mom gave all his stuff away. This handkerchief is the only thing I have left of him. And this cabin.”

“I’m sorry, Drake. I don’t want to ruin it.”

He smiles. “Ruin it? Impossible. If anything, now it's even more special to me.”

The softness in his eyes looks so sincere it scares the hell out of me. I can’t let myself forget who Drake really is. I stand up from his lap and put my bag on the bed.

“I’m really tired; I’d better go to bed.”

“Okay … can I just look at your wounds?” he asks as he inspects my face. “You have some nasty cuts,” he adds, his fist clenching.

When I nod, he takes my hand and leads me to his bathroom. The room is as simple and modest as expected. Block walls, no tiles on the floor, no curtain on the shower, and an old toilet. A million years away from the white marble bathrooms in my house.

He follows my gaze and blushes. “I’m sorry. This is not what you’re used to. I—uhm, I’m slowly putting it together when I have time and some money. I’m good with my hands.” I look at said hands, and there’s no doubt he’s good with them. They look big and calloused. Capable and rough but so gentle with me. I want them all around my body. As if he had listened to my silent demand, he grabs me by my waist and sits me on the counter next to the sink. My legs part on instinct, and he puts himself between them. We don’t talk for two long minutes until he opens the faucet and wets a towel.

“I just got the water running this week; Come on.” Gently --almost reverently, he washes and cleans every cut, every injury. Softly he brushes his thumbs over my face. He doesn’t speak as he does, but there’s a tension between us. A raw feeling that has always been there.

“Tell me about yourself,” I blurt out, desperate to break the moment.

“There’s not much to say. Sorry, Lexie!” he exclaims when I wince. “Does this hurt?”

“A little. I. need a distraction. Why do you live alone? I know your dad is –uhm, gone, but where’s your mom?”

“Gone too.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Drake.”

“Don’t be. She was a bitch. She died in a car accident two years ago. She was living in Texas back then.”

“I don’t get it. Two years ago, you were here in Cordonia.”

“Yeah, she left me after my dad died. Took my sister and left me here. Reminded her too much of my dad, she said.”

I remember Jackson Walker. Everyone in Portavira does. He was Liam’s dad's bodyguard and died protecting him. But that was five years ago. If his mom left just after his passing, that means Drake has been living by himself since he’s thirteen years old. It can’t be.

Drake turns around and opens a box in the corner of the room. When he turns back, he’s holding a Band-Aid.

“I keep these around. Construction can get nasty sometimes. Come here, Lex.” He cups my chin with one of his big hands while he cleans a cut next to my eyebrow. His touch is leaving goosebumps all over my skin. I hate to be this affected by him.

I clear my throat to avoid the embarrassment of talking in a squeaky voice. “So, who were you living with?”

“No one. My aunt got custody when my mom left, but her husband didn’t want kids. He made her choose between him or me, so I’ve been living on my own since I’m thirteen.” My heart breaks then. Not only at the fact that he had to live by himself when he was still a child, but at the way he says it. Matter-of-factly. As if it was the most normal thing in the world that his mother, his aunt, and his uncle abandoned him. As horrible as my dad is, I’ve never had to fend for myself. And my mom loved me so much. If cancer hadn’t taken her away, she’d be here fighting for me. Drake has no one. I can’t help the tears glistening in my eyes. “Hey! Don’t cry, Lexie,” his thumb moves from my eyebrow to my cheek as he wipes the tears off my face. ”I prefer to live by myself than go to a foster house. And Leona checks on me now and then.”

“If your mom died, where’s your sister?”

He takes a deep breath but doesn’t pronounce a single word for a few minutes. Finally, he clears his throat and speaks. “Savvy was with my mom in the car. She died too.”

I want to say something. Anything. But I can’t. Nothing seems like enough. Sorry is such an empty word—a stupid cliché. I’m horrified at my own muteness, so I do the only thing I can think of. I hug him. At first, he just stands there, his arms hanging at his sides. But soon, I can feel him giving in, his heart beating hard against my chest. He encircles his arms around me, wrapping me in the tightest hug possible. I don’t know who’s comforting whom anymore. I only know that I love being here, and I hope it’s giving him a little solace, this hug.

It doesn’t mean I’ll forgive or even forget what he put me through, but no one deserves to go through that kind of pain alone.

“I’ll be outside, Lexie,” he says when he finally lets me go. “If you need anything, anything at all, just call for me, okay?”

“Wait!’ I yell, so he turns around. “Are you really going to sleep on the floor?”

He shrugs. “I don’t mind. I just want to make sure you’re safe,” he hesitates as if he’s going to add something important. “Good night, Lexie.”

“Wait,” I feel my cheeks redden just thinking about what I’m about to propose. “You can sleep here, I-I know you won’t hurt me.”

“Never,” he says, a determined look on his face. “I would never hurt you that way, and you have no idea how much I regret how I’ve treated you in the past. But I’ll be okay sleeping outside. I know you’ll feel better sleeping here by yourself.”

I can’t deny that. I meant what I said about trusting him not to hurt me, but I can’t forget what he did either. “At least take this pillow and the blanket. I’ll manage with the pillow and the cover left.” He hesitates, so I insist. “Please. I won’t be able to sleep otherwise.”

After taking them and giving me one of the saddest smiles I’ve ever seen, he closes the door behind him and leaves me alone in the room. I lie on his bed, incapable of sleeping. The pain in his eyes when he told me about his little sister haunts me all night long.

The following day I toss around in bed, confused and angry at myself. I can’t have feelings for Drake Walker. I can’t forget the insults or the anger in his eyes, the hurt that his words caused me every -single time. I just can’t. I hate what happened to him. I genuinely do, but iI have to think about myself. Denying that I’m attracted to him would be preposterous. Our chemistry is strong and undeniable, and it doesn’t seem to be going anywhere. Maybe that’s it. Perhaps I just need one night with him, so I can move on with my life. Get him out of my system.

When I finally leave the bed, I find a note under my door: Went to buy some groceries, be back soon. DW

I go to the room where I assume he’s going to build the kitchen. For now, there’s only a more-than-a-few-years-old microwave and a cooler. I open the cabinets, but there’s barely anything there.

Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door. I feel my heart slamming in my chest; if it’s my father, I have no means of defending myself. I’m about to escape through the back door when a woman’s voice starts yelling.

“Open up, Drake. I’m not in the mood today.”

I open the door because the voice sounds familiar. I recognize Leona, the principal’s assistant. And I know she’s related to Drake.

Leona arches an eyebrow when she sees me. “Ms. O’Brien, what on earth are you in my nephew’s cabin? Does your father even know where you are?”

“I’m 18. I don’t have to tell my father where I am.” I answer in a much bolder tone than I feel.

She shrugs, clearly uninterested. “Well, I brought this to my nephew. Tell him I want those signed by next week. We’re not going to lose thousands of euros because of some dumb nostalgia.”

She hands me a big manila folder, I take it, but she doesn’t let go. “Maybe you’re the one who can convince him.”

“Convince him about what?”

“His father Jackson left him this piece of land, but it isn’t worth a dime without cattle or money to invest in it. But, a couple of months ago a big company approached us, they wanted to build a landfill here. Drake refuses to sell. He thinks he’s going to honor his dead father by rebuilding this old piece of crap, but he will never have the money to do it.”

“Never.” The deep voice that comes from the entrance startles us both. “This was my dad’s dream. He wanted a ranch, and one day this place will be one,” Drake says, “I told you already, Leona. I won’t sell; I don’t care how much they’re offering you to convince me.”

“I’ve never denied that they’re offering me a commission for the sale, Drake. But I still think it’s the best move for you.” Leona leaves the papers on the table, turns and leaves the cabin.

“You love this land?” I’m genuinely curious.

He slowly nods. “It’s all I have left of my dad. He’s the only person that ever gave two damns about me.”

“That says more about your family than about you, Drake.”

He looks directly at me. His gaze doesn’t leave mine for a long minute. I want to get closer to him, to touch him. Not only to offer some comfort but because my body reacts to him in the wildest way. Just standing next to him in the kitchen, I feel my heart beating faster, my hands trembling harder, my sex getting wetter. The response he gets from me is maddening. And it’s making me insane. There’s no freaking way in hell; I’m going to have feelings for Drake Walker.

“I- I need to take a shower. I’ll eat later.” Without giving him any time to respond, I run to the bathroom and shut the door. I open the shower and get inside, desperate for some release, anything that’ll take my mind off him. His stupid perfect smirk and deep eyes. That voice of his, intense, soft, and deep at the same time. Those big hands, calloused and capable. Hands that I just know would know precisely how to touch me. Before I realize it, I’m coming as quietly as I can. Sadly, my relief only lasts a few minutes, my body needs him --Drake Walker, and no substitute would do.

When I come out, he’s waiting for me with a hot cup of coffee and a couple of white chocolate-strawberry muffins---my favorite kind.

We eat in silence, but I don’t feel the weight of it as I usually do. Ours is a companionable silence.

After breakfast, we decide to take a hike next to the lake. A bit of exercise and the lake’s breathtaking landscape might be exactly what I need to stop thinking about my father and the confusing feelings I have for Drake.

“I think I need a job. Do you know how I can get one?” I hate that I’m so spoiled, but I’ve never lifted a finger in my life. I have no idea how I can get a job.

“Uhm sure. Here in Portavira?”

“Actually, I was thinking of moving to Cordonia city after graduation. “Drake stops walking for a second. “It’s too late to enroll for next semester, but I can get a job and start college next year.”

He finally starts walking again and nods slowly. “What do you want to do?”

I blush. My dreams don’t include being famous or rich. All I want is a good, quiet life. Falling in love, having a family. Doing a job I’d enjoy and traveling as much as possible -even if it’s on a low budget. “You’ll think it’s dumb.”

Drake looks at me. “I swear I won’t, Lexie. There’s nothing you can say that I’ll find dumb. It’s just not possible.”

“I love books. They offer you new worlds. They allow you to escape and be someone else for a few pages. You can never be alone when you’re reading a book. I’d love to have a job where I would be surrounded by books. Maybe become a librarian and then open a bookstore one day.”

Drake nods but doesn’t reply. I knew he would find my dream stupid.

“I know it’s not much-“

He stands in front of me and tilts my chin until our eyes meet. “It’s amazing, Lexie. I was just thinking how great you’d be at it. Remember the top 5 assignment for Mr. Daniels?”

Of course, I do. Mr. Daniels, our English teacher, asked us to make a list of our five favorite books and recommend them to the class.

I nod. “Yeah”

“Well, I read all the books on your list. I checked them out of the school’s library and fuck, I loved them all. Especially the one from that Krakauer guy.”

“Into the Wild?”

“Yep. I really enjoyed it. The way that guy Christopher reinvented himself spoke to me.” He holds my gaze. “You’d be an awesome librarian, Lex. You would also be an amazing writer. I remember that short story you wrote for Mr. Daniel’s class. The one about the lonely girl and how she traveled through time with her mind. You have no idea how much I loved it.”

I can’t believe he remembers that story. We had that assignment more than a year ago. “I’ve always wanted to write, but my dad thinks my stories aren’t good enough.”

“Your father is a dick. Your stories are amazing.”

He looks at me in a way that makes my knees weak. The intensity in his eyes is overwhelming, so I feel it again. The connection with him. The desire. Maybe the only way this would go away is if I give in to it.

“There is something you can do for me,” I say, surprising myself. As soon as those two words are out of my mouth, though, I know there is something I need from Drake.

And he’s the only one who can give it to me. “Get you out of my system.”

He stands still as a statue. “What?”

“Get yourself out of my system.” It starts to rain, and it makes me speak louder, feel bolder and freer. “For two years, you provoked me, insulted me, stalked me, bullied me…” He makes a frantic sound, his eyes slamming shut. “And yet, I still—I still can’t stop thinking of your hands that night in my garden. How big and warm and rough they were. I can’t stop imagining you taking off my clothes. Even the ugliest things you’ve said to me, I imagine you saying them in my ear while you…while we…”

Drake falls toward me a step, clutching the center of his chest. “Lexie—”

“Please, get yourself out of my head. One night together. Okay, Drake? So I can get on with my life knowing fantasy was way better than reality. That I built up some unrealistic idea of what we’d be like together that we can’t possibly live up to.” My throat closes. “Get me on the road to forgetting you. Please.” As we walk, I can see the mixture of devastation and hope in his eyes.

“And what if reality lives up to the fantasy?”

“It won’t,” I say fast, with conviction. It couldn’t possibly live up to it. And yet I suck in a nervous breath when he crosses the divide between us, every cell in my body craving him. Fight or flight. In a matter of moments, he’s gone from wounded animal to determined predator, the rain causing his dark hair to hang low over one eye, dripping, his hands ready at his sides.

“Are you so sure, Lexie?”

Damn my hesitation. “Yes,” I whisper. “You’ll prove me right in one night. I can move forward without feeling like I’m leaving something behind.”

“What if your fantasies come true tonight? Could we ever move forward as…as an us?”

I can’t believe what he’s suggesting. “There can never be an us, Drake. Not after everything that’s happened. I’ll never change my mind about that.” I shake my head. “How can you think I would?”

“Maybe I think if I want it hard enough, it’ll come true.”

“It won’t,” I whisper, starting to ask myself if I’m making a mistake. Opening myself up for even more heartache and pinning for this man than I’ve already lived through. It feels like a lifetime’s worth. “One n-night.”

“No backing out from this point on?” My heart beats urgently.

“No backing out.”

He’s silent so long; I’m not sure he’s going to respond. And then, all at once, he reaches me in two strides and scoops me up into his arms. I realize he’s going to bring me into the cabin, “I’ve been studying you for years, Lexie O’Brien. I’ve been hanging on to your every sigh, every expression, and mood. Years. If you don’t think I’ve obsessed weeks of my life away over how you’d like to be fucked, baby, you’re sorely mistaken.” We reach the house in a matter of minutes, and he doesn’t stop; he just keeps going until we’re in his room. And oh God, I have made a severe miscalculation. Because Drake’s showing me exactly what’s always been in my heart and mind when I thought of us together, it’s my fantasy come to life, the two of us wrapped in the arms of the other. And as he turns me, urging my legs around his waist, his ravenous mouth bearing down on mine, I realize I might never recover from this.

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Forbearance

Kim Seokjin Oneshot

•••> Author: @ilikemesometaetaes

•••> Summary: Give him a break, okay? Finding out his girlfriend’s bias wasn’t him is a pretty hard hit to the man’s ego. He has a right to be a little... possessive.

•••> Pairing(s): Seokjin/Reader

•••> Requested by Anon: “Hey love, I was wondering if I could request a oneshot where the reader is dating Seokjin, but he accidentally finds her old fangirl stuff and discovers he wasnt her bias and jhope was? And ya know he gets all jealous and possessive;) btw I love youu”

•••> Word Count: 4.41k [Unedited]

•••> Rating: 18+

•••> Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), forced orgasms, oversensitivity, dirty talk, our jin is a jealous boy, possessive!jin, idol!jin, cursing, alcohol use

Thank you for the request, anon! I thought it was just going to be a drabble, but I guess not! I hope you enjoy :)

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Seokjin called for you from your old bedroom, feeling insecure about going through the things in your closet.

“It’s okay, babe! It should be in there somewhere!” You yelled back, obviously busying yourself with tonight’s dinner before you moved your stuff into your boyfriend’s home.

Seokjin’s lips spread into a tight line, clearly uncomfortable with the action of prying into your life before you met him. He was never one to judge character nor the one to actively seek out every detail about you. He respected your privacy and your boundaries enough to never ask, waiting until you were the one speaking about it.

It was what sparked the relationship between you two in the first place. A respect for privacy and the skill of having patience.

You had met him at a fishing beach; the sun was almost fully set and it seemed that Kim Seokjin needed some time away from the boys and the spotlight.

You were sitting in a camping chair, waiting for the telltale signs of a fish nipping at your line when you noticed the man walking over to the next open slot of shore rocks just five yards to your right.

Conversation was minimal, but being in a setting where patience was what kept a person sane meant that you were fully capable of waiting.

It was strange how you hadn’t noticed it was him. Of course, he wore a mask and sunglasses along with a baseball cap, but Kim Seokjin’s personality was seemingly unique and quite noticeable. The man who sat next to you was someone completely different.

He was quiet, patient, reserved, and outright plain. After a short conversation with him about how the fish were biting that day, you understood that the man went there for quiet- same as you. So you gave it to him.

You just couldn’t help but notice that he continued to sit next to you for the days to come. He would come out every other day or so and sit next to you, regardless of the amount of spots available around. You would talk about the weather affecting the fish, ponder over the current position of the moon to judge the tide, and then resume the silence. It was almost as if you were basking in each other’s quiet presence.

His voice, a familiar tone of inflection, was evasive. It seemed as if he was purposely lowering his voice to distort it, but you could never bring yourself to ask why. Instead, you settled on listening to him speak as his beautiful brown eyes cast a wistful gaze into the bay.

From what you could see, he was handsome. You could see his eyes when he took off his sunglasses at night and the occasional tuft of hair that stuck out from under his ball cap. His shoulders were incredibly broad, stretching every jacket and sweatshirt he wore almost to the extreme.

He sat in his chair like he had run a marathon, slouching so far that his long legs were almost entirely off of the seat. It looked as if the man was dreadfully exhausted.

Light conversation seemed to pick him up from his slump but you didn’t want to press too far, knowing that the man was undoubtedly hiding his identity. You were okay with this, practicing the patience you had learned from fishing throughout your everyday life.

Each time you spoke, the conversation slowly got further and further. The day that you got to talking about what he did for the day, you learned that he lived an active and busy lifestyle. He came to fish for the calm and relaxation- a break away from it.

After a little over a month of meeting with the man to enjoy the silence, he disappeared.

You never got a name; never got an age; you knew next to nothing about him.

You continued to show up in your usual spot, hating when someone else sat where he would, but you couldn’t be rude and tell them to move.

You weren’t going to stop your hobby of fishing just because he did, but it seemed as though your reason for going to fish had shifted. You had gone expecting to see him walk up with his tackle box and fishing rod at his usual time. You only found yourself disappointed when he didn’t.

Several months passed with no sign of your mystery man. Eventually, you had forgotten about him, his presence a mere, fleeting thought whenever you looked at his old spot.

The day he returned, he was almost unrecognizable under the light of the moon.

The cool spring weather had morphed into hot summer evenings and transitioned to chilly, late-summer-early-fall nights while he was absent. Instead of the basic black street clothes of the usual fashion that the young men of Korea wore, he was dressed professionally and warm.

A long, beige peacoat hung from his shoulders in a way that the width of the shoulder seams did not stretch and, instead, looked perfectly fitted as the length fell to his knees. He wore a black turtleneck that was tucked into black skinny jeans, secured into place by a brown belt with a pair of brown leather dress shoes to match.

He didn’t even wear a hat, revealing his light brown hair. All that remained of his old style was the black mask that he wore to cover his face.

The man held no tackle box in his hand; a cooler hung from his fingers and a camping chair was nudged under his arm. In the place of his fishing rod in the other hand was a small bouquet of flowers.

“Oh, thank god.” He breathed. “You’re still here.”

“Of course I’m still here.” You chuckled. “I’ve been coming here for years.”

He sat as you spoke, repeating the same actions with his chair as you had pictured him doing countless times in the past months. Your fishing buddy was finally back and looking as handsome as ever.

“Have you?” He huffed as he sat back in his chair. “I only just found out about this place back in April. It’s quite nice.”

“Yes, it is.” You agreed, turning your gaze to watch the lights from the nearby city reflect off the surface of the water. He wasn’t changing his voice anymore and you couldn’t help but recognize it immediately.

For a moment, you processed his presence- he was actually here. Then, you turned to him again with your eyes trained on the cluster of yellow flowers sat atop his small cooler, attempting to keep your cool.

“What’s the occasion?”

“A celebration of friendship.” He laughed to himself as he grabbed the bouquet and raised it to you, avoiding your gaze.

“A friendship?” You asked, taking them from his grasp and looking down at them. “These are very pretty. Thank you.”

“I figured it’s been a while since we met and you seem to be incredibly kind, so why not be friends?”

“I don’t mean to be rude- I’m totally cool with being friends with you- but I don’t even know your name.” You laughed, hoping that this would finally be the day he revealed himself.

“I’ll only tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

“Easy.” You laughed. “My name is Y/N.”

“Please don’t... freak out or anything...” He muttered, raising his hand to take his mask off his face. Your heart beat wildly in anticipation.

As soon as he peeled the loop from his ear, your mouth slightly fell open on its own accord and you were suddenly starstruck by the fact that Kim Seokjin sat next to you.

“My name is Seokjin.” He kept his gaze lowered as if he was ashamed of his identity.

“I’m a huge fan.” You were speaking impulsively, unable to think about your words with the beautiful man so close to you. What else could you say?

“Oh, are you?” He asked, slowly lifting his gaze to meet your own.

“I am. It is very nice to meet you, Seokjin.” You were keeping yourself under control and you had no idea how, practically vibrating in your chair.

“And it’s nice to meet you too, Y/N.” Reaching into his cooler, he plucked out a bottle of soju and two shot glasses. “Care to share a drink over our newfound friendship?”

Grateful for the distraction, you took one of the glasses. “I’d love to.”

Your friendship with the idol bloomed. Under the strict condition that you never told anyone of your meeting spot- not that you wanted to or anything- you and Seokjin would continue to meet up on occasion and fish, sharing a drink or two and learning about each other.

When he found out about your love for his own band, he laughed and teased you for being a fangirl. When he continued to show up after the revelation, it exhumed ultimate trust that you couldn’t resist returning.

The other strict condition of your friendship was that you couldn’t meet anywhere but the beach. Six months of seeing the man you were gradually falling for in one spot became exhausting, but you couldn’t complain. Sure, you couldn’t go out for coffee or see a movie because of the fact that there were eyes everywhere, but you were okay with having your own little secluded paradise away from society.

It seemed that patience wasn’t one of Seokjin’s better traits, because even he came to complain about hanging out with you anywhere away from the brackish water.

One signed confidentiality agreement and an established set of rules later and he was being sneakily rushed into your already open front door so that the neighbors wouldn’t see him. It sort of reminded you of your younger days when you were sneaking a boy in so that your parents wouldn’t catch you.

His schedule wouldn’t allow you to see him more than two times a week, but it allowed for the two of you to retain a certain level of privacy that taught him more patience. Despite the lack of consistency, each time he came to see you sent butterflies into your stomach and a need to grow closer.

It only took a month of him visiting you before the media began getting suspicious of Jin’s whereabouts. His disappearances from his home to undisclosed locations drove the world into speculation of a solo career or a new music video- or a woman.

The more the rumors ran around, the less you saw of your friend.

It was hard to be apart from Seokjin, fully aware of the fact that you were falling for him. The idea that he could possibly have feelings for you was next to impossible to believe; all you were to him was a break away from the fame and cameras. Even as he rest his head on your shoulder with an arm around your waist while you watched a movie from your couch, you found it hard to believe there was a possibility for more.

You had the world in your embrace. How could you possibly ask for more?

A year of being friends with Seokjin proved to be the ultimate trial to test your patience. You never stepped out of line, hardly ever let yourself dream of being with him, but always imagined what it would feel like to press your lips to his gorgeously plump ones.

To say you passed the test was a decently literal way of putting it.

Exactly one year and two months of knowing Kim Seokjin, not including when he was a nameless man who you sat with, was all it took for him to start showing signs of more.

You sat in your usual spots on the beach, drinking soju, when he turned to you and asked if you ever thought of dating him.

“All the time.” You blurted in response, cursing under your breath immediately afterwards at your lack of hesitation.

Instead of responding, Seokjin burst out laughing. He tipped his head back and guffawed to the night sky but all you could do was laugh cautiously with him in confusion. Worry raised in your heart at the chance that you finally crossed the line even as you swooned over his endearing laugh.

“What are you laughing at?” You built up the courage to ask after he calmed a bit.

“I promise you that I am not laughing at you. I’m actually laughing at myself.” He wiped a building tear from the corner of his eye.

“Why?” You asked.

Instead of responding to your question, he turned to you with all hints of joking wiped clean by the serious expression on his face.

“Do you want to date me?”

You stopped breathing for a moment at his question, heart seemingly skipping a beat and fingers gripping your chair tightly in disbelief.

“W-what?” You stuttered.

“Please let me know if I’ve crossed the line, but would you like to go on a date with me?” He grabbed your hand in his and held it close to his body. Even in the cold weather, his hands were as warm as ever.

Kim Seokjin thought he was crossing the line? He thought he was shooting his shot to someone he had a minor possibility of dating? Being patient couldn’t have been more rewarding than in that moment.

“I’d love to.” You smiled.

Of course, the media was all over your first date with the man.

Even from inside the fancy restaurant you sat in, you could see the camera flashes from across the room in your secluded corner. Seokjn simply waved them off and continued to sip on his wine, telling you to pretend that they weren’t there.

For you, the pressure was intense. The entire world sat on your shoulders as they tried to scare you away from the man you loved.

Despite the harsh scrutiny and the offensive comments, your time of waiting on Seokjin had thickened your skin and reinforced your resolve. Your ultimate test of patience left you with a sense of serenity in the tense world.

You could wait for the attacks to die down. You could be patient- Kim Seokjin was worth it.

As time went on, people cared less and less about your relationship after realizing that you weren’t going anywhere. You had predicted as much.

To celebrate your two-year anniversary together, your boyfriend finally asked you to move in with him.

He was nervous, to say the least. Seokjin wanted you to live with him because he found your apartment to be quite small- it was about time to give you more.

Now, two days after the proposal to move in- on his free weekend- he was helping you move out of your apartment.

Everything was going smoothly, as he expected, up until the moment you told him to go into your closet and grab the box of clothes you had set aside to donate.

He wasn’t expecting to find a small box stuffed into the back of your closet with BTS in large sparkly letters decorating the top. After he pulled it out and dusted it off, he opened it to find photocards and trinkets of his brother, Hoseok.

Gingerly, he dipped his fingers into the box and pulled out a tiny, pink pouch that perked his interest- Seokjin never faired well with fighting his curiosity of material things.

Pulling out the small chain, he let a grimace riddle his features whilst he surveyed the six silver letters of Hoseok’s name adorning it.

“Oh.” He heard from behind him, causing him to jump and quickly drop the pouch and bracelet back into the open box in his lap. “So you found those.”

“What is all this?” He asked while gesturing to said box, an ugly inferno of jealousy beginning to curl inside his stomach and snake its way up his throat. All Seokjin could think about was the fact that Hoseok was your bias and not him. Sure, he never asked, but you could have at least told him that he had competition.

“I- uh-“ You stuttered. Your hesitation to answer warranted him to stand and approach you with an eyebrow cocked and a storm brewing in his eyes.

“Am I just a ploy to get to him?” Seokjin’s anger was obvious, yet you couldn’t help the lick of excitement as he became possessive over you- a trait you rarely saw on the man.

“No!” You were quick to answer his question, closing the space between the two of you to grab his hands in your own. “Babe, I swear! Those are from years ago! Before I met any of you!”

Although Seokjin knew that you were telling the truth, he still seethed in response and let his jealousy show. You seemed to like the jealous side of him, so he decided to maximize his advantages of the situation. It was also hard to ignore that he was growing slightly uncomfortable in his pants.

“Then why do you still have them?”

“Because my friend made them for me and they’re special!” You defended, wanting him to hold your hands. His fingers wrapped around yours tightly and pulled you so that your body was flush against his. You were left to stare up at his towering frame.

“Well,” He chuckled, letting go of your hands and bending down to throw you over his shoulder. You squealed in surprise but he only growled and smacked you on the ass with so much force that you yelped out in pain.

Seokjin threw you down on your tiny bed and you looked up at him in anticipation when you noticed the sly smile thinning his plump lips. He leaned down, placing a knee between your legs, as his gaze locked with yours.

“I’ll give you something fucking special, J-hope stan.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the nickname, bringing your arms up to wrap around your shoulders as he pecked you on the lips and trailed his lips down the side of your neck.

Once he placed a kiss on top of your clothed nipple, Seokjin wasted no time in lifting your shirt over your chest to press his tongue and lips against you. You sighed, letting your eyes flutter closed as you tipped your head back and let him work over your areola.

“Does Hobi know how sensitive you are here?” He asked, licking your nipple immediately after. He brought his thumb to the other one as he kissed it again. “Would he even figure it out?”

Instead of answering, you threaded your fingers into his hair blindly, wrapping your legs around his waist while he lowered his mouth further down your body. The notion left you quaking in its wake.

His nose feathered down your stomach while he whispered his next question.

“Does he know how soft your skin is?” Seokjin pressed his lips to the skin of your waist and you craned your head up to look down at him, catching his gaze promptly. Seeing his lips against your skin had your legs pressing against his sides even tighter. “Would he even appreciate it?”

He backed up and pulled your underwear and shorts down your legs to bare your pussy to him, not wanting to tease you at all. He was on a mission and you wouldn’t stop him.

By the time he got his face between your legs, you were already spasming and dripping.

Your boyfriend looked at you with a smirk on his lips. “Could he get you this wet?”

His tongue pushed between your folds and flattened to rub against your clit to lap up once with a groan building in his chest before he pulled away. “Would he even taste you?”

You whimpered, dependent on Seokjin for pleasure as he pressed his tongue on your clit and slid two fingers into your depths to scissor you open. For a good minute, he pumped his two fingers into you and shoved his tongue onto your bundle of nerves as if trying to completely lick it off your body.

Your first orgasm was sharp and intense, causing you to cry out and dig your fingers into your boyfriend’s scalp. He pulled his lips away from you for a moment to look up at your heaving body.

“Could he even find how sensitive you are right-“ He brushed his fingers against the spot that had your mind reeling. “-here? Could he make you feel good? How would he even begin to try?”

The oversensitivity had your senses dulling and your lips babbling. “He wouldn’t. God, Jin. He wouldn’t.”

He continued to sink his fingers into you, harshly laving over your clit with his tongue in between his words as if he were fucking you already.

“You just-” Slurp. “-taste like-” Suck. “-fucking candy, baby.” You gasped at the loss of contact and squealed every time he returned his tongue and covered you with his plump lips to wildly swirl the hot muscle into you.

Being forced into more orgasms wasn’t new for you, however, it was always on his dick that you sobbed your way through countless climaxes. The pleasure of being pushed over the edge by his tongue was completely new and unabashedly erotic.

You screamed and writhed against Seokjin’s hand splayed possessively over your stomach, trying to get away from the contact but helplessly struggling against him. One after the other, you were painfully shoved into cumming, but it’s only when you squirted onto his chin that he finally let up.

“I bet he couldn’t make you squirt like that.” He darkly chuckled.

You, sweaty and breathless, lay under him with a bead of drool beginning to collect at the corner of your mouth. Mindlessly, you affirmed his statement.

“He couldn’t. He couldn’t.” It was almost as if you were chanting now.

“You’re damn right, he couldn’t.” Seokjin stood on his knees and quickly pulled his jeans down just enough for his dick to pop out before eagerly settling himself between your shaky legs once more.

Pussy raw and throbbing, you needed him to fill you properly to balance out the sensitivity on your clit. It was almost painful.

“This pussy is mine.” Seokjin grabbed his dick and looked down to slap his tip against your clit repeatedly. Your legs jerked in result, body responsive to the slightest touch on your nub. “You’re all mine.”

“Jin,” You whimpered. “Please.”

“I know, baby. I know. Be patient.” And he slid in slowly.

You dug your nails into his shoulders and threw your head back into the pillow again. The pleasure was blinding and you tensed your entire body at the sensation of him stretching out your insides.

“He could never know how tight you are.” Seokjin grit his teeth as he bottomed out. “How fucking warm-” You gasped and your eyes rolled back as he nudged his hips to try pushing himself further inside you, succeeding in dipping slightly deeper into your walls and crowding himself against your womb almost uncomfortably. “-you are.”

At this point, all you could do was sob in confirmation. “He couldn’t.”

“I’m not gonna lie.” He pulled out and thrust into you once, then twice, and then paused while heaving above you. “You got me all worked up with how cute you sound so I won’t last very long. I’m going to need you to cum one more time. Can you do that for me, love?”

You nodded almost immediately, knowing that all he needed to do was toy with your clit to send you over the edge.

With a harsh beat, your lover ferociously fucked into you and grabbed one of your thighs to widen your legs. With each clap of his skin into yours, you let out a small huff while he literally fucked the air from your lungs.

“Cum, baby. Cum right now.” He strained.

“I-” You cried, holding onto him for dear life as you desperately needed that last nudge to send you hurtling towards ecstasy. “I can’t. I n-need-“

“Hobi can’t fuck you like this, Y/N. Can’t fill you up and make you scream like I can. But you can’t cum for me?” He smashed his swollen lips onto yours and messily pushed his tongue into your mouth. When he pulled away, a string of saliva connected the two of you. “What do you need, baby? What do you need me to do?”

Your clit practically screamed for attention from your prior orgasms, but you were too focused on not actually crying to tell him. Instead, you snaked your hand down your body towards yourself and Seokjin followed your trail down to where your bodies joined, noticing immediately how swollen and red your clit was. His expression softened in realization.

“Oh, does my girl need her pussy touched?” He crooned roughly.

You nodded feverishly, sniffling.

“Okay, love. I’ll touch.” And he did.

Your orgasm was almost instantaneous. Your body, battered and exhausted, trembled as it seized up to accept his thrust for the last time that evening. In all its pain and bliss, your climax was glorious.

“Oh fuckfuckfuckfuck-” Seokjin growled as he dropped his head to the crook of your neck. “Squeezing me all tight like that. You’d never squeeze Hobi like that.”

Even through your pleasure, you felt him clutch onto you tightly, slowing his thrusts and sinking himself deeply to empty his release into you.

“That’s my girl.” He groaned after he stilled, slumping against you. For a moment, the two of you breathed and relaxed in each other’s presence.

You chuckled, turning your head to kiss his head. “That was pretty hot, babe.”

His head shot up from your shoulder immediately. “Not at all! How could you stan Hobi and not me?”

“Babe, I was so much younger. Of course, the one who is a literal ball of sunshine was my bias. You can’t get enough of Hobi.”

“But I’m your boyfriend…” His eyebrows turned up at you and pouted all the while his dick still lay wedged between your legs. Slowly, you pushed him off of you so that you could go clean up.

As you stood, you walked to the bathroom and laughed again. “Yes, you are.”

Even as you were walking away, you heard him mutter under his breath.

“Hobi would never walk away from me like that.”

All you could do was giggle at his statement, knowing that he would eventually get over it.

Kim Seokjin was the one you loved. Who was Jung Hoseok?

~#~

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