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xob1tchs · 2 months

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| mutual help ; l. berkshire

genre; smut 😜

warnings; bickering, NOT e2l sorry every1!!, no actual sex, mentions of blowjob, food play (?), oral (f receiving), public sex, fingering, dirty talk, name calling (baby, honey bc that’s readers nn and babe)

a/n; idk i saw these pics on pinterest and thought they were cute and then i just got to thinking abt how i could make smth and use them and yeahhhhh — but i actually like this a lot so im thinking this isn’t the end 😅😅 pt.2 maybeee

playlist; meddle about by chase atlantic, single by the neighborhood, cry baby by the neighborhood.

You smile around the ice cream filling your jaw, cheeks puffing out in a way that makes enzo's pants grow tighter, some of the pinkish-white cream dribbling from the corners of your mouth, making a mess that stains the pristine collar of your dress shirt.

He toys with the mechanical pencil in his grasp, running it along the seam of his lips, pressing them into a cat-like grin when you look up at him over the top of your textbook, eyes turning to crescents when your grin widens. Your book thumps against the table when you lean forward, caught between your chest and the hardwood, making you stutter over whatever you were gonna say, shiny lips falling into a confused pout, blinking down at the pages before you roll your eyes, nudging it to the floor with your elbow, letting it clatter against the wood without a care.

“You’re going to get us in trouble – ” Lorenzo warns, watching as the ice cream cone in your hand melts over your knuckles, seeping into the cuffs of your cardigan, forming sticky lines between your knuckles “Finish that, or i’ll throw it away.” he finishes, arching a perfectly trimmed brow as you bring the strawberry cream to your lips again, licking a thick strip from the base of the cone to the top of the cream.

You hum in satisfaction, ready to bring the cone back for another lick, when a group of students brushes past, one of their shoes knocking the back of your chair, grip on the come loosening for a moment before it topples from your fingers and lands in the crevice of your thighs. You gasp, scowling at the fifth years as they giggle, rushing around a corner.

“God damn it, honey” enzo growls deep under his breath, snapping his book shut, making you flinch as you look up at him from the mess between your thighs. Your brows draw together in confusion, used to hearing the nick name in a more saccharine tone. This wasn’t your fault.

You tilt your head “they bumped into me!” you whisper yell, uncomfortably rubbing your thighs together, only spreading the sticky mess further.

Frowning he scoots his chair back, leaning back enough to see the drying ice cream, something straight out of wet dream as you spread your thighs, chasing some sort of relief from the uncomfortable feeling - he can see your white panties, delicate lace trim along the edges and a cute little with bow just below your navel.

“You’ve made a fucking mess” his tone is annoyed, shoulders tensing as you gaze into his puppy like eyes, puffy lips parting in a pout once again.

This has been torture – weeks of tutoring you, dealing with the innocent pouts and whines, begging him to just lie to professor snape for you. Games of on and off, that he knows he’s definitely winning, because you were practically begging for his cock a fortnight ago. He’s thought about you so many times – thought about beating the shit out of the guys that talk about you.

He can’t fucking take it anymore, cock throbbing in his boxers as you squirm around in your chair, huffing out delicate breaths, wide eyes turned glassy – you look like you might even cry, and makes him tick, knuckles pale from how tightly his fists clench against the smooth hard wood table.

Gripping the table with one hand, and the hem of your skirt with the other, you sigh “I can clean it up enzo” you plead, nervous as he shifts in his chair, tugging the sleeves of his dress shirt up his forearms.

The whole library falls silent when he looks at you, rasping out a command that makes your eyes go wide “spread your legs” he mumbles. He drops to his knees not a moment sooner, brunette head of hair disappearing under the table, the drag of his chair back to the table making you gasp.

Fingers wrap around your ankles, forcing your legs apart, unveiling your clothed pussy to his sparkling eyes when your skirt rides up your thighs, the fabric is damp and stained with strawberry ice cream, molding your warm folds to the cotton, puffy pussy straining for attention against the threads. He blows out a soft breath between puckered lips, chuckling hotly when you squirm, thighs trembling against his strength.

“Lorenzo — we’ll be caught” you whisper, glassy eyes meeting his own dark ones, a gentle blush spread across the bridge of your nose and the apples of your cheeks. He tuts, leaning forward just enough for his nose to rub your clit, breathing in the musky-sweet scent emitting from your core.

“You don’t want me to help you out?” He murmurs, tongue darting out to lick a stripe along your seam, planting a wet kiss against your hole as one of his hands creep up the inseam of your thigh, toying with the outer hem of your panties.

You sigh, cradling your face in your palms, unable to voice the denial you thought you had wanted to say, overwhelmed by the heat from his breath ghosting your cunt.

“be a good girl and keep quiet” he mutters, peeking up at your flushed face between your fingers before he tugs your panties to the side, the threads snapping under the pressure, ripping the crotch right out of them, ruined as they fall to the floor.

he takes his time, as he leans in, eyelids fluttering closed, jaw hanging slack – pressing an open mouth kiss to your spread folds, humming in delight at the sticky slick seeping from your core, pressing in deeper for more, nails digging crescents into your sticky thighs.

his tongue toys at your entrance, the warm muscle prodding your tight walls until you let out the softest wine from above him, hips bucking forward against his face, pressing his nose into your clit.

“s’fucking good” he mouths against your cunt, shaking his face side to side, making your squirm against the wooden chair, thighs threatening to squeeze around his head if he were to let go.

“shit- enzo '' you chirp, drooping eyes casting a weary look around the library, despite knowing your meticulously tucked away study corner is shielded from most prying eyes.

one of his hands drifts from the inseam of your thigh, to the top of your pussy, pulling the hood up so he can wrap his puffy lips around your clit, gently tugging on the nub with his teeth, before giving it a lewd suck, slurping and smacking sounding from between your legs - he’s the one being fucking loud.

his other hand glides down your pussy as he pulls away, spreading your folds to watch your greedy hole wink, pulsing for something to fill you up - seeping wetness that runs down your asshole and the wooden chair, staining the hardwood floor below you even further.

he groans as he presses the pad of his middle finger to your pussy, watching as you suck him in, gliding to the second knuckle with ease “you can take more than that, can’t you baby?” you hum from above him, thighs spreading further in a silent agreement, etching a wicked grin across his lips.

he slides a second finger in with ease, cock jumping in his trousers when he feels the suction of your velvet walls around his thick fingers, clenching around him with need even when he doesn’t make a move.

when he leans in to flick your clit, your thighs clamp around his head, one hand tangling in the hair the crown of his skull, the other gripping the edge of a textbook so harshly you fear the pages will rip.

he groans against your heat, eyelids rolling back in his skull as he makes harsh thrusts in and out with his fingers, alternating between quick sucks and nips at your swollen bud, the weight of his cock in his boxers becoming unbearably heavy with every jut of your hips against his face, precum making his boxers stick to his length in an uncomfortable manner.

“m’so close enzo, baby please” you croon, leaning back in your chair to lock eyes with him, tears brimming at your lash line as you press a palm to your mouth, muffling the sounds that multiply with every passing second.

he doesn’t stop at your confession, the words spurring him on, desperate to swallow your cum and taste it on his tongue for hours to come, cock twitching at just the thought alone.

his hand drives into you with so much force that wet smacking sounds start to ring out, so fast and frequent that if anyone were near they’d surely know what you were up to.

it’s only a couple seconds later that you’re falling apart on his fingers, thighs squeezing around him so tightly that he begins to go lightheaded, surely not helped by the way he desperately laps at your seeping cunt like a man starved, groaning and moaning into your folds until he’s satiated, and your hips are squirming away from his mouth, pussy swollen and sensitive against the cool air of the library when he finally does pull back.

you look down at him through a bleary gaze, flushing at the sight, covered in a mix of sweat, cum and strawberry ice cream, smeared along his jaw and across the tip of his nose, you lick your lips, shaking your head when he meets your eyes “now we’ve both made messes” you mumble, using the cuff of your sweater to wipe some of the liquid from his face, glancing between his legs to where his cock strains against the zipper.

“now i should help you then, right?”

#lorenzo berkshire #lorenzo berkshire smut #slytherin boys #slytherin #slytherin boys smut #harry potter smut #fanfic #fanfic smut #slytherin smut

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arminsumi · 6 months

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hii could i request something with suguru involving his shoulder blades... maybe tattoos... body worship or smth? such a vague idea sry

PHYSIQUE

↳ GETO すぐる + fem!reader

note : oooh! good timing for this req i am currently so deeply in love with the male physique. it's so beautiful. smth about the cleft between men's shoulders makes something click in my brain.

warnings : 🔞 minors do not read/interact : contains sexually suggestive content

🍒 More from Jay : GETO works / JJK works

during the day, a white shirt drapes his muscular torso just perfectly enough to hint to his martial artist's physique, the cleft between his shoulders very pronounced.

suguru wears the shirts that have teasing, elbow-length sleeves. he doesn't realize that you're aching to see more of his toned arm, and the tattoo spanning it. it vines around his bicep, runs down his forearm; black ink in his skin of a dragon. he loves when your eyes catch onto the tail of it, and when your fingertips ghost the art. your touch gives him slight goosebumps.

you gawk when you see him behind closed doors, taking his shirt off in the dim glow of your bedroom light. his arm muscles flex as he rids the fabric and tosses it.

"like what you see, hm?" he asks.

it's all there, for you to look at; that pretty, toned physique that hides behind baggy clothes all day.

"touch my body." he commands softly, "don't get shy on me now, didn't you want to do... this?"

he grabs your hand, and places it in the center of his chest, flattens it out, right over a red ink tattoo between the cleavage of his chest. suguru's heartbeat is heavy, you can slightly feel its galloping thump as you splay your fingers out and press hard.

by his encouragement, your hand drifts down his middle. slowly. so slowly, your lips are parted and he loves how starstruck you look. it makes him feel good. makes his ego swell to have you staring at his body like it's the sculpture of david.

he kisses you hard. the passion matches the dim gold light of the room. and this light really reveals the dips and curves of his body so well. the dents of his abs. the contortion of his back muscles as he moves his body softly against yours. his broad shoulders.

suguru relishes in your silent body worshipping, he drinks it up. he looks down at your smaller figure, softly palming your head as your fingers ghost more of his tattoos, the cryptic ones that make no sense, the symbols almost runic-like spanning down his side.

he smoothly navigates your fingers to his reddish brown nipples, all perky and sensitive. the smallest noise comes out of him when you play with his nipples. he tries so hard to not ask you to play with his sensitive nubs. it's embarrassing for him. so he makes you switch focus to his pecs.

"here... squish your fingertip in here... feel that? mhm. pretty firm, isn't it? you know how it feels for a man to touch his own body...? yeah. it's rough. but your hands... they're not calloused... they're so soft and small... almost ticklish... especially down my sides... and over my nipples, too... l-like that haha... fuck. um. anyways... yeah. you said once... that you like this part?"

he brings your hand to his v-line. and god its... yum.

"drooling for me, princess?"

"fuck, haha... shut up... yeah i am..." you respond.

"hey..." he smirks, "tell me... what's your favorite part of my body?" he asks, genuinely curious, his tone sounding a bit self conscious. just a bit. he's always had that shiver of insecurity over his shape.

"every part of your body is my favorite..." you reply honestly, tracing your fingertips around his skin, exploring his body like a map full of hidden treasure.

his eyes light up. brows raise. heart flutters. throat constricts.

"... really?" he whispers. that was unexpected of you to say, and he needed to hear it.

"yeah... i love it..." you admire.

"oh really? you love it? well then... how about you show how much you love it with those pretty lips?"

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vctrvn-ls · 9 months

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How they’d react to you crying |Beta Squad|

Scenario: Imagine they come home and see you crying for the first time bcs smth happened (idk what it doesn’t matter)

U know 3am thoughts as always

edit: not proof read , I accidentally posted it alr so doesn’t matter 💀

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Niko

Would first be shocked. His dialogue filled with oh no's and small gasps before he sits down beside you wraps his arms around you, asking what's wrong. Niko would be so patient. He'd wait for you to calm down, stop crying and get your thoughts together before explaining what was wrong. He wouldnt let go of you, he'd be holding onto you to you until you were stable enough to speak because seeing you cry would hurt him so much. After carefully listening to what you had to say, he'd instantly start coming up with things that would distract you. Food, movie night, shopping, nap, anything you'd want. And for the rest of the day he'd be so so worried for you, even if you had already calmed down completely, he'd still be so concerned because he cares so so much.

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AJ wouldn't freak out, I feel like he would handle the situation pretty well. He'd sit down beside you, ask you what's wrong and if you'd rather be left alone or you'd rather he stay. For AJ the most important thing is working out wether you wanted him beside you, hugging you, comforting you or if you'd prefer to be left alone with yourself until you calmed down.

As I said he wouldn't panic, he'd find the right way to calm you down and get you to explain everything to him. And after that he'd give you advice, help solve your issue or just be by your side for the rest of the night.

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Sharky

The sweetest person. He wouldn't hesitate to come rushing over to you, wiping your tears with his sleeve before kissing your forehead and pulling you into a tight hug. For him comfort comes first. He needs you to know that he's right there with you, that he cares and he's just as worried as you are. And after feeling his love and warmth, you'd quickly calm down and tell him everything. He'd thoroughly listen to all your words and then together you'd come up with a solution to your problem or if something tragic happened he'd express his sympathy with a few genuine lines.

For the rest of the day he'd be extra affectionate (if that's even possible). He wouldnt go over the top though, he already knows what you like and what you don't, so that's wouldn't be a challenge (?)

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Kenny

Poor Kenny would be so shocked to see you cry he'd even put his hand over his mouth and gasp. There would be a looot of oh my gosh's, we know Kenny. He'd pull you into a hug, making you crumble even more. He would be clueless on what to say or how to act, so he'd just sit there, stroke your back and keep repeating "It's okay" over and over. You’d feel so so safe in his embrace and so comforted by his soft tone and genuine concern that in no time you’d end up telling him everything and of course get maximum support from him after you do.

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Chunkz

Now I think Chunkz would be the calmest. He’d act composed, and he would want you to get all your emotions out. “It’s ok to cry” , “it’s alright let it all out” he’d say as he holds you close to his chest. And after some time and some more soothing words, he’d get up and make you a cup of tea (or your favorite warm drink) and the two of you would sit at a table and talk about what happened. He’d definitely give the best advice, or words of encouragement, (depending on what you need) and afterwards you’d fill a shit ton better and very grateful. Chunky we love you!!!

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#beta squad #youtube #niko omilana #chunkz #aj shabeel #king kenny #sharky #ndl #fanfic

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hiraganasakura · 3 months

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Hi so me being me I've decided to hyperanalyze the conversation Qrow and Raven had in Higanbana practically line by line bcus I have Many Thoughts and this is the best way I can think of to get them all out. If you can't tell I'm absolutely obsessed with these two. Btw.

Thanks to the RWBY wiki for providing transcripts for every episode, otherwise I definitely would have missed smth despite having just watched this scene recently lol

I put it under the read more for easier scrolling due to how long this post got!

I immediately noticed smth in the very first lines of the interaction:

Raven: "Hello, brother." Qrow: "...Raven."

You'll notice throughout the whole conversation that Raven never calls Qrow by his name, only condescendingly referring to him as "brother" this one time and never calling him anything else. Meanwhile, Qrow directly refers to Raven a total of three times throughout the conversation, and only one doesn't call Raven by her name (which we'll get to shortly)

On the other hand, Qrow doesn't bother with even so much as a greeting beyond simply stating Raven's name

It's different ways of communicating their distance. While Raven holds her relationship with Qrow over his head — never once, even outside of this scene, does she call him "brother" with affection iirc, only derision and condescension — Qrow doesn't seem to rly know how to greet her. He hesitates before saying her name and approaching her, as if trying to assess the situation before acting

Qrow: "So, what do you want?" Raven: "A girl can't just catch up with her family?" Qrow: "She can, but you're not. Now how 'bout we get on with it? Unless you plan on keeping these [drinks] comin'."

Again, Raven seems to bring up her familial ties with Qrow as a tactic to get him to do what she wants — in this case, stick around to talk to her despite him not seeming to rly want to. Frankly, it feels manipulative. We're gonna put a pin in this for now and come back to it in just a moment

Additionally, Qrow already knows that Raven's not just here for a friendly chat between two siblings, and sees right thru her facade that it is. Raven is here bcus she wants smth from him. But interestingly, it is Raven in V5 that says, in an almost frustrated/disappointed tone, "Family. Only coming around when they need something." There's another pin; keep both in mind

Raven: "Does she have it?" Qrow: "...Did you know Yang lost her arm?" Raven: "That's not—" Qrow: "Rhetorical question, I know you know. It's just obnoxious that you'd bring up family and then carry on like your own daughter doesn't exist." Raven: "I saved her." Qrow: "Once. Because that was your rule, right? Real 'Mom of the Year' material, sis."

Qrow dodges Raven's question about the Relic and instead brings up her hypocrisy in how she treats family. And it's a good point. Here she is lording her siblingship with Qrow over his head while simultaneously defending and upholding her rule that she is only obligated to help her own daughter a single time. Another pinpoint on our little conspiracy board

Also, here's the one time in this conversation Qrow refers to Raven as "sis". Like Raven's use of "brother", Qrow's use of "sis" is very pointed and with intent. But it's not to manipulate Raven, it's a snarky jab meant to rly hammer home Qrow's point

Raven: "I told you Beacon would fall, and it did. I told you Ozpin would fail, and he has. Now you tell me. Does. Salem. Have it?" Qrow: "I thought you weren't interested in all of that." Raven: "I just want to know what we are up against." Qrow: "And which 'we' are you referring to?"

A few things of note here. At some point in the past, Raven expressed an outright disinterest in Ozpin's inner circle, at least to Qrow. Qrow also feels excluded in the "we" Raven mentions being against Salem. To me, there seems to be a distinct possibility here that it wasn't that Raven felt personally disinterested in Ozpin's operations, but that she somehow felt excluded and feigned a lack of interest in order to protect herself. An idea that is further supported in my eyes by the following dialogue:

Qrow: "You should come back, Raven. The only way we'd beat her is by working together. All of us." Raven: "You're the one who left. The tribe raised us, and you turned your back on them." Qrow: "They were killers and thieves." Raven: "They were your family." Qrow: "You have a very skewed perception of that word."

And there it is. Raven's problem is laid out here for us, loud and clear: She feels like she was the one abandoned, not the one running away. She says it outright! "You're the one who left." To her, Qrow is the traitor, the one who left their family behind. If you ask Qrow (or, for that matter, Tai, Yang, and even Summer based on the scene in V9), it's the opposite

Bcus they have different definitions of family

Another thing to pin (I promise this will all become clear soon)

Raven: "I lead our people now. And as leader, I will do everything in my power to ensure our survival." Qrow: "I saw. The people of Shion saw, too." Raven: "The weak die. The strong live. Those are the rules." Qrow: "Well, you've certainly got someone strong on your side. I've seen the damage." Raven: "We couldn't have known the Grimm would set in as quickly as they did." Qrow: "I'm not talking about the Grimm. And I'm not talking about you, either."

Notice Raven's shift from "the tribe" to "our people". More of that guilt tripping!

Additionally, Raven is *obsessed* with rules. One save. The weak die, the strong live. Raven lives and breathes rules, even seemingly arbitrary ones. Guess what this is? Another pin!

Raven: "If you don't know where the Relic is, then we have nothing left to talk about." Qrow: "I don't know where the Spring Maiden is, either, but if you do, I need you to tell me." Raven: "And why would I do that?" Qrow: "Because without her, we're all going to die." Raven: "...And which 'we' are you referring to?"

Qrow's "either" here implies that he also doesn't know where the Crown of Choice is, which is... interesting. He's one of Ozpin's closest lieutenants, and is in the dark on where Beacon's Relic is? Wherever it is, it is such a closely kept secret that even Ozpin's best spy doesn't know where it is (maybe so that in the event Qrow gets captured by Salem he can't be forced into giving her the information?)

Meanwhile, Raven's "And why would I [tell you]?" implies that she does know who the Spring Maiden is (obviously. Raven's the Spring Maiden lol) but refuses to disclose to Qrow

A lantern sputters out after Qrow says "Without [Spring] we're all going to die." Now, I genuinely can't remember if this is headcanon or canon, but iirc Misfortune seems to act up when Qrow's upset. He's clearly tired of this little game of dancing around topics that Raven's been playing with him

And once again, Raven indicates a feeling of exclusion from Qrow's life in the iconic final line. She gets the final word in before leaving

We've finally reached the end of the conversation. Now what does all of this tell us?

And here is where all of those pins I wrote down are relevant. As I mentioned, the twins view family very differently

Qrow's view is pretty obvious: he views family as the ppl in his life who matter most to him. Unlike Raven, he does not view the tribe as family despite the fact that they raised him, disgustedly referring to them as "killers and thieves". It's implied that he was, in fact, neglected and/or likely abused by the Branwen tribe, saying in V6C4, "No one wanted me... I was cursed..." further explaining his distaste for them. Furthermore, despite not being related to Ruby by blood, they clearly consider one another family throughout the series, and he even seems closer to her than he seems to his niece who's actually blood related to him (I personally headcanon that he keeps more of a distance from Yang bcus she reminds him too much of Raven, who he feels abandoned and hurt by, but that's neither here nor there). Bloodlines and debts are secondary compared to loyalty, if they're considered at all. He is obviously furious that Raven only insists on saving Yang once and never directly interacting with her beyond that, despite Raven constantly guilting Qrow over abandoning his so-called "family" of the tribe. And yet. And yet. He still offers Raven a place back in his life, even if only to unite against Salem

Raven's view, to me, has been an enigma for a while. But after hyperanalyzing this conversation, after noting down all of those points of interest, I feel like I've finally cracked the code. Raven views family as an obligation, an exchange that always has an ulterior motive behind it. She seeks out Qrow only bcus she desires smth from him despite showing distaste when someone does the same to her; condescendingly calls Qrow "brother" more than his actual name and calls the tribe their "family" to try guilting him into doing what she wants; and feels fierce loyalty to the tribe but barely interacts with her daughter, only seeming to count one of the two as true family. She views the concept of family with cynicism and seems to feel an obligation to the tribe, as if she "owes" them for raising her

I think the two's perceptions of what defines family are all to do with the way the tribe treated both of them. This crosses a bit into headcanon territory, but as you can see by the above quotes and analysis, I rly don't think I'm just making it up entirely

As I already mentioned, I think it's implied that the Branwen tribe neglected/abused Qrow. In fact, we could probably blame their treatment of him for the deep self-loathing he has due to his "cursed" Semblance. But what about Raven?

Well, it's simple: I think she was abused, too, just in a different way. While Qrow was likely shown and told on a consistent basis that he was unwanted, unloved, undeserving of good things, Raven may have been shown and told she was wanted, loved, and deserving of good things... if she did what the tribe told her. If she repaid them for raising her and her brother, for being her "family". The way she uses her familial ties with Qrow as almost blackmail may be exactly the way the tribe treated her. Her obsession with following rules may stem from the fact that she had to follow the rules the tribe set for her in order to be accepted and deemed worth smth

As for her distance from Yang... honestly, I wonder if Raven is aware that Yang deserves better and keeps her distance as her way of doing that. When Summer confronts Raven in the V9 scene, Raven says, "...You're better at that life. Better than I was." She seems to have a fear and insecurity about being a good family member, a good mother, and maybe that's why she fled. Maybe she was scared of being like her abusers due to how she emulates them as a self-preservation tactic in so many other ways. Not entirely sure about this point tho

And I think too this is why the twins don't rly understand one another. They may have been unaware of the different ways in which the other was treated. Qrow, constantly unwanted and loathed, can't understand why Raven sticks around with the tribe; Raven, who obeyed the tribe and, in doing so, garnered enough of their favor to even eventually become leader, can't understand why Qrow can't just be "good", earn respect, and stay

This dissonance between the two experiences may also be completely intentional on the part of the tribe; abusers will often eliminate their targets' support systems in order to make them completely reliant on the abuser, so it's highly likely that the wedge was intentionally driven between the two siblings so that they could not find support in one another. This would also tie into why the twins seem to feel excluded from one another's lives and abandoned by one another: bcus they were made to feel that way by their common abusers, and did nothing to challenge these assumptions bcus they saw no reason to — and only seemed to keep proving one another right if they did

Which rly has some disturbing implications about how the Branwen tribe works. Like, do they just pick orphaned kids up off the street and abuse them into being perfect little bandits, molded to be of the greatest possible use and discarded if they're deemed worthless? Plus Qrow says his Semblance is how he got his name, which implies that the tribe also renames the kids they scoop up (possibly as a form of control or a way to make sure they can't be tracked down by any remaining family)? Plus there's the whole thing where Qrow and Raven were originally sent to Beacon to learn how to kill Huntsmen, which carries with it the implication that the Branwen tribe grooms literal orphan children into becoming stone-hearted murderers? What. The heck.

And if I'm right, if the Branwen tribe is that severely abusive, then like... wow, no wonder Qrow and Raven are Like That. They're both very deeply hurt people expressing it in different ways

I was considering adding their conversation at the Battle of Haven to this post, but I think that would be better as its own thing. Also I haven't gotten there on my rewatch yet so I may miss some details if I try to analyze it rn; it's better to wait overall methinks

But I have reached the point of my rewatch where we see Weiss and Whitley interact, and I think it would be very efficient to sum up what Qrow and Raven's relationship seems to be by using those siblings as a point of reference. Qrow = Weiss, actively trying to break free from and fight back against their abusers in different ways, while Raven = Whitley, continuing to do as their abusers want and have wanted as a method of self-preservation. Only, unlike Weiss and Whitley, Qrow and Raven have yet to come to a point where they can understand one another. I think that's a good way to briefly summarize the uh. Absolutely massive post this is.

In conclusion, I may have cracked the majority of the Branwen twins' pre-Beacon backstory purely by hyperanalyzing a single conversation. Oopsies

#original post #'hey hira why are you so obsessed with these two—' autism. i hope that answers your question!#ok but srsly. i've genuinely worked rly hard on this post for the past like. 3 days?#i didn't think it'd lead to me deducing all of this about the twins' pasts but here we are lol #this'll probably flop due to the length but like. i don't mind tbh! this is mostly to satisfy my own silly brain [affectionate] anyway #i'm genuinely looking forward to seeing them in v10 #since the storyboard for the scrapped v9 epilogue had raven in it #i hope they somehow reconcile and come to understand one another like weiss and whitley did #tho. i have a bad feeling that even if they do it will end in one (or both?) of them tragically dying before the other's eyes #but that's not rly relevant lol #anyhow i am not sry for inflicting you all with my branwen twin brainrot. it will happen again #i'm having sooo many thoughts on this rewatch and they just keep on coming #rwby #qrow branwen #raven branwen #branwen twins #rwby9 spoilers #i hope there's no glaring errors here. i read thru this post multiple times to be sure but it's so huge i may have missed smth irjnfbpbne

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konata-izumi-kinny-writes · 1 year

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Rescue Bots x Reader romantic hcs

Seperate

[A/n: I know its weird that i like these four. Shish.]

Anyways here yall go.

Heatwave

Beeg frumpy man

Literally just picked you up and said, "I love you. You're mine now." And walked off with you

Hes a tsundere at first but grows softer the longer you're with him.

Fr he needs someone who'll listen to him rant or smth without making fun of him

Give this big boi a hug

He'll be confused, but he'll grow to like it

Kiss the big man.

He got BIG soft lips, well, big compared to you but you get the point.

You may be wondering how the flip they're soft.

The answer is, 'a flip ton of bendy cords and fuel lines layered with some memory foam and waterproof carbon fiber cloth' (same goes for the others)

Another thing you can do is pepper his face plates with kisses

Automatically starts blushing.

VERY protective and lowkey jealous

He carries you around like a baby. Theres no reason for it, thats just what he does. If Kade has any snarky remarks to say about it, you bet Heatwave is gonna clap back with something better.

Treats you like glass.

You're just so teeny tiny compared to him and he doesn't want to hurt you.

He'll feel absolutely terrible if he does.

Despite all of that though, he does generally treat you like a normal person. As well as letting you have your own life.

Do NOT make self deprivating jokes around this dude. For multiple reasons.

1, they make him stressed and sad (he won't admit that hes sad in front of the others tho)

2, It automatically triggers him to be even MORE protective

3, Heatwave will aggressively tell you how much he loves you and how pretty/handsome you are

For example,

'*Squishes your face with his fingers*, "Shush. You're fragging amazing. Say anything like that again, and i'm snuggling you for the entire godamn day."'

He doesn't yell at you though. Just has an aggressive tone.

He does the same for any insecurities you have too.

Oh, and he means every word he says when it comes to his bellicose praises.

"...I warned you, Dear."

*proceeds to pick you up in his hands and lay down somewhere while holding you against his chassis*

LOTS of kisses. Like for real you'll be out of breath when he's done with you.

It doesn't end there either.

He sometimes puts you in the passenger seat if there's an emergency so he can still keep an eye on you.

Depends on the emergency

He gets angrier than usual if you're the one in danger, he only calms down once you're safe.

Chase

He loves and supports you so much aaa-

He was VERY blunt when he confessed to you

"(Name). Forgive me for saying but I have fallen in love with you, and wish for you to be my conjunx endura. You don't have to feel the same, but you have the right to know."

He was lowkey surprised when you said you felt the same

Chase proceeded to kneel down and pull you into a hug. You responded with hugging him back along with a kiss on the faceplates, the rest is history.

He loves any kind of affection you give him, just don't use sarcasm, he can't pick up on it.

His love language is usually physical touch, words of affirmation, and quality time

Chase only wants three things from you throughout this relationship.

Your happiness, your affection, and your safety.

Though he does want to keep you safe he's not really overprotective.

He insists on carrying you if you're somewhere where one of them could step on you.

You used to go on patrol with him...

Until you almost got merc'd by a haywire lawn mower.

Since then you stay at base, and he always looks forward to seeing you run up to him when he gets back.

Hes not a fan of scary movies, but he'll be fine if you're holding his hand or hugging him.

Bring an inhaler, you'll need it for how much he'll make you laugh

At this point he's still trying to learn human culture... that (un)fortunately includes slang

"(Name), look. I have acquired an 'annelid on a string'"

"Dearest conjunx, what is 'Goated with the sauce' and why does a caprine have a condiment?"

"(Name), what does it mean to 'simp' for someone?"

Whether you feed this fire or not is up to you.

Pet names include; Dearest, Honey, Love, My Light, My Conjunx Endura, ....scrinkle (I'm not sorry)

Despite the mixups with slang, hes still pretty damn blunt.

Not to mention, even with how monotonous Chase is pretty romantic when hes talking to you.

This means that you can tell that he's being honest whenever he starts whispering sweet nothings to you.

And Chase mean everything he says.

And he always looks you in the eyes when he says one specific line, just so you know he really means it.

"I love you"

Blades

Oml hes so friggin nervous.

He didn't confess to you... Kade did

He heard Blades talking to Dani about you so he decided to mess with him.

"HEY (NAME), BLADES TOTALLY HAS A HUGE CRUSH ON YOU!!"

"NO I DON'T, SHISH!!!"

He only admitted it once you said you felt the same

"...you do!? This isn't a cruel joke right?... I.. love you too."

He leaned down and gave you a kiss on the forehead

HES SO SWEET TO YOU

Lots of snuggles, hand holding, kisses, hugs, carrying you around, you name it!

Flip, he loves touching you in general.

You're just so squishy compared to his kind, he can't help but be enamored

Big touch-starved snugglebug

He likes watching tv with you on his chest

Sometimes the baking shows he comes across motivate him to bake something for you.

Half the time its good, half the time it isn't.

Pet names are; Sweetie, Honey Bunny, Cupcake, Lil Squisha, and My Spark if he's feeling really romantic

Don't yell at him please :(

He will be more anxious and sad if you do.

Its enough from others, it hurts more if its from you.

Unless you're happy and excited. He'll be yelling with you.

Very protective and jealous

He isn't too overbearing with it though

Hes just nervous and scared

Nervous about something/someone hurting you, and scared that someone will take you from him.

Thats why he doesn't take you with him on missions, even with how much he misses you.

Please comfort him when hes scared, he REALLY needs it.

Blades loves your laugh so much

He'll find the cheesiest jokes to say just to get the smallest noise out of you.

He'll be very impressed with whatever talent you have, and will try his best to support you.

KISS THE BEEG NERVOUS BOIBOI

He needs it... badly.

Will immediately turn blue and get extremely flustered, but he loves it and won't stop you

He gives you little trinkets he finds at random... well, they're little to him.

"Y/N! I got something for you :3" *Proceeds to place the biggest tumbleweed you've ever seen right in front of you*

Sometimes, Blades legit out of nowhere picks you and and carries you somewhere where nobody else is around

He proceeds to lay down and put you on his chest

Totally peppers your face in kisses before looking you right in your eyes and saying how much he loves you.

"I love you so much, Honey bunny. You're my little cupcake and i won't give you up for anything or anyone. I promise."

Boulder

Hes so sweet to you

It took some encouragement and advice from Gram for him to confess to you, but he did it!

He went out and picked a bouquet for you too

He sat down criss cross applesauce and told you how he felt after taking a deep breath.

"(Name)... I have.. developed some strong feelings for you.. romantic ones. You don't have to say yes, but i still want to ask.. will you please be my love for life?"

You of course said yes and gave him a hug before he could even give you your bouquet

He closed his eyes and returned the hug, all the while rubbing your back.

Dates at the zoo are a must. Obviously. Like cmon now. This is Boulder we're talking about.

Will bring you random plants and animals and ask if he can keep them

If not that, then he'll pick flowers and other plants for you. Ofc he makes sure theyre not spiky.

He paints for you.

GIVE HIM SMOOCHES

Theres nothing he loves more than your lips

Well- he loves your tummy too.

Its a tie

ANYWAYS-

SNUGGLE THE BIG HIMBO HE NEEDS IT

(They all do but you get the point)

Like Heatwave, he carries you like a baby. But he just does it because he thinks you're cute.

Like for real, to Boulder, you're the cutest little fleshy he's ever seen.

Until he sees a baby.

He looks at you with the most "🥺" expression ever

"[Name]-"

"No we're not having a baby, bubbas. Sorry"

"🥺"

His pet names for you are; Dearest, Bunny, My Flower, Small one, Sweetie, Dove, Angelfish, Wifey/Hubby/Lovey (whichever you prefer or identify as)

He loves you, but no. You can't go w him on emergencies.

Literally on the verge of tears if you're the one in danger

If that happens, prepare to be snuggled for 3 days straight.

#rescue bots x reader #heatwave x reader #chase x reader #boulder x reader #Blades x reader #konata izumi kin writes #transformers x reader #this is cringy

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icyhottodo · 1 year

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... you're sick | reo mikage

genre: comfort, fluff, a bit of angst ig? | paring: reo x gn reader

summary: reo finds out that you're sick.

warnings: reader is sick, reader faints once, reader tries to avoid reo but it doesn't work, a bit of unsanitary stuff lol

wc: 1.1k

nini’s notes: i know koreans celebrate anniversaries by 100 days, but im not sure about japanese. this was extremely self-indulgent bc im sick rn ( ;´ - `;) also, im sorry if this was bad, i’ll proofread it when i get better. ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

allergy season. you hate it. waking up in the middle of the night feeling like you couldn’t breathe and sneezing constantly. instantly, you knew that you were going to become sick in the upcoming days. after you blew your nose into a napkin that you took, you sighed, remembering the date you and reo had planned weeks before this. along with that, you two were in a fairly new relationship, so this was your first time being sick, worried how reo would react to this.

how are you going to tell reo about this? a headache started to form quickly. slowly, but surely, you grabbed your phone to text reo that you sadly wouldn’t be able to meet up with him tomorrow.

(y/n): reo, smth came up

(y/n): i can't go on that date tmr

(y/n): sorry reo

sniffling because of your nose, you put the phone back on the bedside table. ignoring the persistent buzzing on your phone and the headache pounding even more, trying to force yourself to sleep. you felt bad for suddenly canceling the date with reo, the date planned was supposed to be cute. you two were supposed to be going to an amusement park for your 100th-day anniversary, and reo told you there would be surprises later on that day.

a few minutes later, after being unable to sleep, you could hear keys jingling along with some ruffling of plastic bags outside your door. thinking that the noise was your neighbor trying to open their home, you didn't pay any mind to it until you heard your door unlock. but you were so drowsy and dizzy that you weren’t able to do anything or even process it. you start to pull yourself up from your bed to see who it is.

"love?" was that reo’s voice? the voice, whom you thought was reo, sounded so distant, and with the white noise in your ear, you couldn’t tell it was your boyfriend. with each step you take, you become more lightheaded. the white noise was getting louder and louder. until you blacked out.

you could hear reo’s muffled, yet still panicked voice saying something along the lines of the nickname reo has given you until he said your actual full name. as he dropped some plastic bags onto the floor, shaking you, and calling your name continuously.

when you come to, you feel the comfort of your bed. you were sluggishly turning your head to the side, and you saw your purple-headed boyfriend running his hand through your scalp. next to him were the plastic bags you noticed before you blacked out. you wondered what they could be.

"love!" reo exclaimed, causing you to turn your eyes back to the man you love dearly. you can hear the relief in his tone. "you could've told me that you were feeling sick. you were burning up when i reached for you!"

"sorry reo. i didn’t want to get you sick. plus, i don’t want you to go out of your way to take care of me." you felt guilty; if reo stays here to take care of you, he might gain from your illness. and you wouldn't want reo to be in pain like you were feeling at the moment.

"well, i’m not going anywhere. i would be a bad boyfriend if i let you suffer alone." reo winked at you as he got under the covers with you. you rolled your eyes at reo’s flirtatious action. "plus, you would take care of me when i got sick, right?"

"of course, reo." you wrap your arms around your boyfriend, who feels extremely cold to you. your boyfriend’s presence makes you sleepier and sleepier until dreamland reaches you. reo’s hand is still running smoothly through your scalp.

you would wake up because of reo’s movements a few hours later. he was trying to get out of bed. your hold on reo becomes slightly tighter. "mm, i don't want to let you go, reo."

"love. last night, i got you your favorite soup because i thought you were sad about something. until you fainted. you need to eat something. let me warm it up, then i’ll be right back." he said grabbing the plastic bag you were wondering about a bit ago.

you would let him go after a few more persuasions, and he would return a few minutes later with a steaming hot bowl of your favorite soup, placing it on the bedside table. reo sits down and puts the bowl on his lap before grabbing a spoonful of the soup and placing his hand under the spoon so the liquid wouldn't drop onto the bed. "says aaa."

"you don't need to feed me, reo." you giggle, from your boyfriend. nonetheless, opening your mouth for reo to spoon-feed you, knowing that reo would deny any other way for you to eat.

after an endless amount of being fed the soup, there was finally nothing left. you felt full, but your stomach felt warm from the warm soup. he also gave you some medicine after setting the now-empty bowl away. (he ordered it while you were asleep, knowing that you wouldn't let him get out of bed.)

"thank you, reo, for taking care of me," you mumble sleepily once again, leaning onto reo’s chest like a cat. being sick makes you sleepy, reo noted.

"of course, my love. anything for you," he said lovingly, before falling asleep with you on his body. it was uncomfortable for him to be sleeping while sitting up, but he didn’t want to move you. like if you were a pet that fell asleep on him.

the next day, you woke up feeling a lot better than the day before, but still feeling a bit stuffy. but not pass-out worthy.

‘achoo.’ you heard reo sneeze from where he was sleeping.

"reo… you're sick."

#☆ BLLK #reo mikage #reo bllk #reo imagines #reo x y/n #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x reader #blue lock scenarios #blue lock imagines #blue lock #bllk x reader #bllk #mikage reo #mikage reo x reader #mikage x reader #reo x reader #reo x you

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catiuskaa · 2 months

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new task: valentine’s day (ACTS)

A/N: reposting by acts! [see full version here]. wanted to see if this format works better (and yes i will squeeze everything in this one right here cause its amazing and i 100% worked my ass off on it)

PAIRING! seungmin x reader ; enemies/rivals2lovers!

SUMMARY: boring classes, boring classmates, boring assignments…to seungmin, everyone is boring even if he’s used to pretend otherwise, but you seem to get on his nerves. you, your stupid poem, and his stupid letter.

WC: 3.150k

CW: fluffy comfort, use of spanglish (not relevant to the plot, dw), use of text format, the reader is stupidly short (which i know all about), academic rivals, bad student reader x good student seungmin, mentions of the unability to deal with complicated feelings, mentions of masking feelings, slight hint of bullying, mentions of being followed, (pet)names: little one, shortie, shortcake, smallable, pretty, hyunjin as a walking therapist, and the ending is kind of a reference to a show i'm obsessed with (not gonna say it so i don't spoil it for you guys hehehe)

|PROLOGUE| |ACT 1| |ACT 2| |ACT 3|

[☆★🌷★☆]

{ACT 1: NOT A LOVEFOOL… YET}

To be in the same class group than him was slightly tolerable.

Is what you’d like to say if you were in a good mood. But it wasn’t the case.

You were mad. As fuck.

“I just need you to give it a chance,” Miss Fernández stated once more, and you had to hold back to not roll your eyes at her.

“But Miss. I know that this subject is difficult and that he could, uh, help me out with the project,” you muttered reluctantly, because on normal circumstances, you wouldn’t go as far as to let Kim Seungmin help you with chemistry. Not ever.

You weren’t in need of help that desperatly.

And that was a fact, not a matter of ifs, buts, or maybes. That was an absolute. Something that lovely-yet-not-so-much teacher Lucía Fernández, spanish accent and all, was not getting.

“Listen. We both know that your grade is the best I can offer considering your behaviour in my class, despite of your average knowledge of the subject. And in this case, I am offering to set that aside if you work on these following assignments with your classmate Seungmin.”

Her harsh tone was also an absolute, and that made you clench your jaw. You blamed Lucas for her attitude towards you —after all, that one accident with a Bunsen Burner had been mostly his fault—, but you breathed in, trying to offer your most pity-inducing grin.

Judging by her glare, it wasn’t working.

“Miss, I—”

“I’m sorry.” She didn’t look like she was. “It’s my last word. And I think that after coming three days to my office on each of your free periods, this is getting a bit tiring.” She sighed, adjusting her glasses by a soft push of her finger.

Nope. She definetely wasn’t sorry.

Witholding a groan you left her office, and huffed as the door closed behind you, swiftly heading to meet your group of friends when they got out of their Biology lesson in other building within the school grounds.

It was a chilly evening, maybe not too much from what one could expect for the first week of February, still one that made you hide your face in your scarf and you hands in your jacket pockets.

You settled your headphones where they belonged, humming to the music to hold back the need to rant and rave against your chemistry teacher, when your phone dinged.

< henry li🫧: everything ok? saw you in lucifer’s office rn

< henry li🫧: did you do smth again? you cheekyyy 🙊

You gingerly laughed, and started typing out your answer, when, out of nowhere, you bumped against someone, making all of the books that they were carrying fall down of their grasp.

You pursed your lips, then pressed them in a thin line. Staring at their— his back, you saw that his backpack was almost empty. Why the fuck would he carry all of his books on his hands then?

The guy had quickly bent down to get his books back, and you followed too, taking your headphones off and quickly trying to prevent the papers from getting wet because of the floor, that was damp from the rain before, when your hands softly brushed against each other, still, you forced yourself to ignore it.

“I’m so…” the word dissapeared in your mouth.

“It’s ok, don’t… oh.” He blinked, his face showing nothing. For fuck’s sake.

Why did it always have to be him?

He swiftly took all of the things from you, as if your touch could be worse than the wet floor. You frowned, feeling a cold shiver trail up your spine, and you crossed your arms in front of you, struggling to seek some warmth.

“Watch it, little one.” He mocked with a light smirk. “I might accidentally step on you one day.”

You looked at him through your eyelashes. What. An. Idiot. You passed a hand through your hair, chuckling dryly.

“I-,” you sighed, shaking your head sideways. “Nah, you know what? I don’t have time for this crap.” You smiled at him widely, full of sarcasm.

But just when you were about to leave, you felt a tug at your sleeve, the fabric of your shirt not thick enough to hide the warmth of Seungmin’s grasp on your forearm. You frowned, confused at the lack of any uncomfortable feelings because of it. There was none, but rather a need to cover yourself with it and wear it like a jacket.

“Did you fix it?”

You blinked, trying to get your brain to focus on his words.

“Huh?”

He rolled his eyes, but his hand didn’t move an inch. “You said you were going to talk to Miss Fernández so we wouldn’t be partners, which is, well, so mature, congratulations,” he tsked, but then continued. “But did it work?”

You licked your lips and swallowed, your throat feeling dry. What was going on? You needed to focus.

In a harsh motion, you moved your arm away from his grasp. You forced yourself to ignore how your skin missed it.

“I… no. She settled. You- I mean… we…” the word felt awkward when it rolled off your tongue.

We? There was no such thing in between Seungmin and you. No we, no us, no nothing. And it was like that for a reason. One that you had almost forgotten with how softly his slender and warm hand had been holding your forearm. Ugh.

As you struggled to say those infamous words, your phone dinged again, and you mumbled a short “oh, wait,” and unlocked it.

< henry li🫧: leaving me on read, shortcake?

Seungmin stared at your phone, shoving his hands on his pockets when he saw you smile at the bright screen. He bit his lower lip. He hadn't taken all of his stuff out of his backpack just for this.

“So,” he licked his lips, and it almost shocked you the sudden roughness on his tone and demeanour. “Chemistry is easy. We can meet up on Friday in the public library. An hour or two should be enough, even for someone with a fun-sized brain like yours.” He chuckled meanly, the motherfucker.

Ever since that stupid text from him, you had made it your mission to surpass him, or at least reach his level, and to be honest, you were even succeding in some cases, like philosophy, art history, spanish, technical drawing and business studies. But Chemistry?

Chemistry would always kick you in the ass.

Before you were able to come up with a comeback for his stupid snicker, the bell rang, and you felt an arm laying its weight on your shoulders.

“Smallable!” Lucas laughed, then realized that you were talking to a certain someone and ful Ty ly gasped. “Oh my god. Are you two finally dating and I interrupted— AH!” He was interrupted by your elbow hitting his side. Noa and Atenea chuckled behind him.

“No. Seungmin was just leaving.” You huffed with a frown, but then you smiled, almost excessively, like a small maniac. “Right?”

But before he was able to reply or mock you, Atenea spoke, ruining your chances of kicking him away.

“But we all have English now,” she said, and if it had been someone else, like Lucas, you would’ve stepped on his shoe or something. “We’re going to the same place, we can go together.”

Seungmin felt you stare intensively at him. He smiled at Atenea, finding that he enjoyed having you look at him, reason why he loved annoying the shit out of you.

“Sure!” He smiled politely, almost sheepishly, and you bit your lip to hold back the need to scoff at his 'obviously fake' kindness.

Because except for you, the rest of your class —heck, probably the rest of the school— were smitten with Kim Seungmin.

Top of the class, funny, kind, and cutely introverted Kim Seungmin was just a dorky student who tried to get along with everyone.

But that was wrong. And you may not have any proof aside from his mean attitude towards you and only you, but you knew it.

Seungmin had to be more than just a pretty boy with high grades, and it was only with you that he proved you right.

You stayed next to Lucas, hoping that Seungmin would at least stay with your friends and ignore you.

But to your horror, he smiled at you, a pink dust on his cheeks. “If you don’t mind?”

Oh, son of a bitch.

“No… it’s whatever.” You huffed.

Because against his dorky self, to the rest of your class —heck, to the rest of the school— you were the quote on quote “bad student.”

Troublesome, mean, class clown? Check. You laughed at teachers in class with Lucas far more than what could be ignored, the dresscode had always been more of a guide in what to wear, unlike what most students usually followed, and you may have been expelled a bunch of times.

Even if you were somewhat kind to the people in school, and even if they all knew your rivalry with Seungmin, God forbid you were mean to him.

You wouldn’t see the end of it.

And he knew it.

Bitch.

So there you were, walking to English class with your friends plus innocent Seungmin —who no one had called, not even the ghostbusters—, who was snickering and giggling with Atenea about who-gives-a-shit. Something class-related. You couldn’t be bothered to listen.

Lucas chuckled next to you.

“Careful, Spongebob.” He laughed. “Some could say you seem jealous.”

…WHAT?!

“Of… of Kim Seungmin?” You snorted. “Are you on drugs?”

He ruffled your hair. “Sure, sure, keep lying to yourself, shortie.”

Finally, you arrived to class, but before you stepped inside, Seungmin stopped you, whispering in your ear.

“Yeah, shortie.” He teased, his lips almost grazing the shell of your ear. “Don’t be too jealous. We wouldn’t want everyone to know you love me.”

His whisper would’ve been almost enticing if it weren’t for the fact that it was Kim Seungmin the man in question, and he snickered, pushing his glasses back.

But then someone cleared his throat behind you two.

“Care to sit down? I don’t have all day.” Mister Holmes grunted, carrying a monster drink and a coffe at the same time.

That mas was slightly terryifing.

You squinted at Seungmin and then walked to your place at the back of the class, hoping that your cheeks felt warm because of how the teacher had startled you and definetely not your classmate’s honey-like voice.

“Pssst. Heeey,” Noa smiled teasingly, whispering with a smirk. “Pssst. You’re blushing…!”

“Shut up!” You frowned at her, but you were unable to hold back a smile. But it was because of your friend Noa. Not Kim Seungmin.

Mr Holmes cleared his throat, and finished off his monster, throwing it to the bin.

“So. I’ve been hearing from some students in the hallways that you’re all excited for saint valentines’ day.” He stated in a strong voice, one that filled the class with little to no effort. “And sadly so, I was thinking of putting an exam that Wednesday…” he faked a sigh, and you had to hold back a laugh, contrary to the frowns and groans that appeared in your classmates faces. Pfft, what a character. “Unless… you guys want to do something in true valentines fashion.”

Mr Holmes crossed his arms, laying back on his chair, his stare cold and face lacking any kind of emotions.

“Say… any ideas, Mr… Kim?”

Seungmin sat up straight at his name being mentioned, and you rolled your eyes, holding back a mocking smirk.

“I ugh… I wouldn’t want to bother my classmates with a lot of work, sir… but maybe… maybe a writing assingment related to the topic would be… enough?” Seungmin stated, his tone soft and shy, and there was even a blush that trailed up from his neck, but he stayed staight and firm as he spoke.

“A valentine-themed task.” Mr Holmes enunciated as he pondered. “It’s a… decent idea. Any complaints?”

You felt some of your classmates’ eyes on you, and you sighed, crossing your arms in front of you, remaining silent. As long as it wasn’t an exam, you’d accept whatever.

“With that settled, I’ll upload the task online this afternoon, but it’ll have to be written by hand. Be sure to hand in a picture of your assignment on time, or your final grade will be affected.” The teacher turned on his laptop, and started taking assistance.

[☆★🌷★☆]

Time had passed dreadfully slowly, until the bell rang and Mr Holmes dissmissed all of you so everyone could leave for the day.

“A valentine-themed task.” You huffed in annoyance as you stuffed your locker with books you weren’t going to take home.

“I thought it was original.” A voice snickered lowly behind you, and you slapped your locker close, smiling at him.

“Well, Henry. It’s no surprise your taste sucks.”

You chuckled when he rolled his eyes.

“I was waiting for your reply,” he mentioned with a soft tone.

You closed your locker, and you two started walking together. “Oh, sorry, I totally forgot,” you apologized with a smile, but he brushed it off. “Yeah, I was with Lucifer earlier. She’s making me work with Seungmin for this term’s assignments.”

Henry frowned. “And we hate that guy… right…” you chuckled.

“Exactly. We don’t like him.”

“So then, don’t do it. You were going to meet him to study, right?” You nodded, smirking slightly at him.

“We agreeded to meet on Friday to start, in the library.” You added, watching his smirk widen. “What are you thinking?”

He stopped walking, smiling at you. “There’s this club that opened recently. Been wanting to go have a look. Apparently, it’s like exclusive and shit. And it’s Friday.” His light-coloured eyes shined as he looked at you. “Meet me there?”

You grinned cheekily.

“Sure. Can’t wait.”

[☆★🌷★☆]

You hadn’t noticed Seungmin on the school bus until this year.

Because he had made himself noticeable, sitting at the back of the bus, a couple seats away from you, but oh, dorky Seungmin was always friend of everyone, sheepishly starting conversation with any kinds of people in the bus, no matter the year they were in.

Before his text, you had even thought he was cute as he gingerly chatted with a group of kids who were probably starting high school.

“Is it too difficult?” A little girl asked.

And it surprised you how he turned to her and smiled, almost tugging at your heart strings, eyes like crescent moons.

“It’s only difficult if you stop trying. And we don’t give up, right?” He stated cheerfuly, and all the kids shined at his sheepish and bashful brightness, high-fiving the girl that talked to him.

You forced yourself to shove those memories to the back of your mind. That Seungmin wasn’t real. And you didn’t like him. The real him. Right?

“Oi, Kim Seungmin.” You called, as it was only you two left on the bus.

He was surprised at your call, but only side-eyed at you, lazily raising his brows, signalling that he was listening. You frowned.

See? You thought to yourself. He’s mean. He isn’t sweet, nor cute. Focus.

“What kind of lame ass idea was that?” You huffed with a mean smile. “A valentine-themed assignment.” You snorted.

His bus stop was close, so he ignored you as he picked up his coat and backpack, but you kept on talking. “You know? Hallmark office called, they want their boring clichés back,” you mocked, laughing.

Backpack on and coat hanging on his arm, he stared at you, and waited for a red light to walk to your seat.

He settled next to you, still staring at you as you chimed mean remarks about his originality and such and such.

“Anything else to mumble? I couldn’t hear you from down there.” He snorted meanly, and you were too focused on annoying him that you didn’t notice his stare at your lips as he licked his own.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re such a lame guy. He gave you the chance to choose, and you chose that piece of—?!”

His lips tasted as sweet as his voice that day with those little kids.

You felt his hand slowly creep up and cradle your face, his eyes closed as he kissed you, and slowly, your eyes closed too.

It was sweet. So sweet. But what was it? It was a flavour that you knew. Its sweetness was so familiar, but you couldn’t seem to figure out what was it.

You kissed him back, and he let out a surprised whine as you sighed, your hands, which had been frozen on his shoulders, waiting for your order to push him away, slowly followed up and remained on his face, your thumbs almost stroking his cheeks.

You wanted needed to know what he tasted like.

But it was when your hands went into his hair that he sighed too, melting under your touch, that your brain clicked.

…

what were you doing?

…

WHAT WERE YOU DOING?!

You pushed him away, and your breath hitched.

He didn’t look like fake Seungmin.

In front of you was not the innocent boy who had straight A’s and was shy enough to not be able to say no to a lot of things, who sheepishly spoke up in class, or who treated everyone with a bashful kindness that was so endearing.

This Seungmin was different. His glasses had a bit of a fog in them, his hair was all messed up, and his lips were plush, pink from your tinted gloss and slightly swollen from your kiss.

This Seungmin was a wreck, all flustered and kissable, and he looked like a mess.

But it felt real.

And for a second, you wanted to kiss him again, yearning to figure what that kiss tasted like, the word for it almost in the tip of your tongue.

He panted, struggling to catch his breath.

“Finally,” he huffed with a smile, but his dark eyes didn’t match the mocking in his tone. A small part of your mind thought that they looked prettier than any light eyes you had ever seen. “So you were able to shut up, after all.” He gulped, still panting.

He moved away from you slowly, as you remained there, frozen, like a piece of art in front of him, cheeks blushed, lips flushed and parted as your eyes stared at him, an emotion much different from this evening.

He found himself enjoying this one even more.

“Eh… T-this is my bus stop.” He muttered when the bus stopped. Maybe it wasn’t, but he didn’t care. He felt like he would have the energy to run home if needed. “I-I’ll… see you tomorrow.”

You blinked as he stood up and walked away.

What…

What had just happened?

[☆★🌷★☆]

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polygonal-trees · 8 months

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There's something about EarthSpark that's been on my mind for a while.

Anyone who's experienced any amount of children's fiction has probably noticed that parents tend to be conveniently absent.

Either they're dead, missing, always at work, outright neglectful or just otherwise inexplicably missing. And even when the parents are present, they very rarely have an active role. This applies mostly to adventure stories but occurs in all genres.

There is a reason for this! Sometimes it's to drive the plot (like maybe the children have made a vow their mother will be found or smth) but the most common reason, in almost all stories, is that good, attentive parents are boring. They are boring, sensible, rule-setting, ruiners of fun. Ash Ketchum and his mouse can't fight a primordial demigod if his mother is around to tell him it's too dangerous. It just doesn't work.

One of the first things I was told in the first children's writing class I took was, to paraphrase: "do not have an adult show up and fix everything. It's boring and children hate it." Children love to believe that they are much more capable than they actually are, they want to feel brave and independent, and a good parent actively ruins that.

Usually, even if there is a guardian, it's a Fun Guardian - someone like an aunt, an older brother or a teacher who lets the kids get away with things a parent wouldn't. Them not being the characters' actual parent lowers the amount of responsibility the audience expects them to have.

And when there are 'fun parents' who allow their children to do dangerous things... well, except for a few very specific circumstances, it just comes off as willful neglect and endangerment. I'm actually struggling to think of any examples that are played straight, though, because it's so rare.

Obviously there are some stories where the parents are both good and present, but those stories are usually very low stakes. The Berenstain Bears never entered any illegal off-road races, for example.

Transformers has had relatively active parent characters in the past, e.g. June Darby and Charlie Burns, but the children's adventures still usually hinge on them not being around. They definitely care about their kids, but they still kind of toe the line of negligence imo. And of course Ralph's and Miko's parents barely exist at all.

But then there's EarthSpark.

Obviously I haven't read every children's book or seen every children's show, but right from the start Alex's and Dot's roles struck me as very unusual.

They're involved in everything! And they know about almost everything too. There are what, three or four episodes where they don't know what their kids are up to? And in another break from tradition, they get to be actual characters as well, with their own personalities, interests and relationships.

I really Alex and Dot. I think they're fun, fitting, and I like seeing a fresh take on the role of parents in children's fiction.

But I also think their portrayal has created a rather awkward situation for EarthSpark.

EarthSpark wants Alex and Dot to be good parents, who are involved in their children's lives and care about their safety... and it also wants the kids to have high stakes adventures, with explosions and sword fights. And these two things aren't really compatible.

Because Alex and Dot are good parents who are actively trying to protect their kids, they show genuine worry and distress, and it ends up really highlighting how dangerous the children's adventures actually are. It really alters the tone of the show.

Miss Frizzle can take her elementary class inside an active volcano and say, "it's fine!" because she is a Fun Guardian - she's not like the other teachers! She doesn't care about risk assessments! - and that's a large part of what sets the tone. We aren't worried because she isn't worried. The magma isn't dangerous because she says it isn't dangerous. We can suspend our disbelief.

Mo using a magic sword to fight a villain in the astral plane is just as fanciful (in my opinion). But when Dot starts calling out in fear while watching helplessly from the sidelines, we the viewers think - oh shit. This isn't a fun adventure at all. Mo is in real, physical danger. That's bad. And our suspended disbelief comes crashing down.

In my opinion, nothing that's happened so far in EarthSpark is more extreme than anything that's happened in children's fiction before. It doesn't even hold a candle to stuff like Goosebumps. But I think Alex and Dot's roles plays a huge part in making us realise how dangerous the events and how high the stakes actually are. There are other factors of course - like EarthSpark doesn't really do cartoon violence, everything has fairly realistic consequences that you don't often see in cartoons - but Alex and Dot play a significant part.

I think EarthSpark goes to show why parents are so often absent from children's fiction - they are almost completely antithetical to the adventure stories children want. I think this is best displayed during the big seeker battle, where Alex and Dot have to carry Mo and Robbie to safety. In another show, the kids would save themselves. In EarthSpark, the fact that they don't and can't, and need their parents to save them, removes the independence and agency that's such a staple of children's adventure.

This isn't really a critique, it's more of an observation. I've enjoyed EarthSpark so far - I like that's it's trying something new, I like that the high stakes actually feel high, I like that the parents are actual characters, I like that it has a more realistic and grounded tone - but I am curious to see how Alex and Dot will be handled going forward. There's a very difficult balance needed here and I don't think EarthSpark has struck it yet.

#transformers earthspark #transformers meta #tfe

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ihopesocomic · 1 month

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frustrated anon here! i think i didnt fully get my point across—i dont mean anything i said as an attack on you guys!!!! i just personally find myself getting a little frustrated because it does sometimes feel like youre getting a little short with people, or something along those lines. its definitely not a problem per se, its just something ive noticed and how the tone comes off to me personally sometimes! i fully support you guys doing whatever the hell you want here; its your comic, its your blog, etc etc, and if people dont read or want to be spoon fed or smth thats definitely on them not you guys

thats what i meant when i said i couldnt imagine one of my passion projects getting popular. sometimes people just come at you out of left field and youre free to respond to that however feels natural. like i said i just sometimes personally read some answers and go “oh come on they didnt mean anything by it”, if that makes sense! ive been a fan of this comic from nearly the start so im def not one to be saying much lol

Just to clarify: us and other folks were just speaking in general terms. Aside from that one anon that responded directly to you, what was being said is just a commentary on the weird or downright problematic asks we get sometimes. Again, us correcting anons and highlighting that some of their takes - however good intentioned - are reductive is not intended to be an attack on the anon. Some people genuinely mess up and come out with misconceptions and that's OK. We try very hard to understand that.

However, if I may be completely honest, I don't feel it's fair that anons are being given the benefit of the doubt in your ask but not us? "They didn't mean anything by it" could also apply to a TON of our responses, I feel. What you may read as us being on the attack could just be us sitting an anon down and explaining something they've got wrong. Or just politely disagreeing. I'm just sayin' that I feel that the last few instances of anons trying to say we're rubbing them off the wrong way has come off the back of answers that I feel are completely innocuous, with us kidding around about people asking spoiler questions and me explaining how people in cults actually function being the most recent examples and yeah, I agree with that one anon that it feels nitpicky.

I will also say that I feel we've come a long way with just deleting anons that we feel are either wilfully ignorant, haven't read the comic properly or just want an argument. Going any further is just going to make it appear like we don't want to engage with any anons other than the ones full of praise for us and we don't want to run that kind of blog. We hope you understand. Thank you. - RJ

#ask #ask us stuff #rj answers

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i-didnt-do-1t · 4 months

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hihi can I request smth w oscar and snyder for the prompt "you're only sorry cause you got caught"?

maybe w the whole thing of morris being used to keep oscar in line and so he ends up hurt bc of something oscar did?

Ohhh Oscar and the themes of martyrdom and biblical allusions and Jesus- thank you for the prompt! I hope you enjoy!

The crucifix was nailed to the wall behind Snyder’s desk.

And Oscar hated it.

Hated the way it would stare down at him and do nothing as he sat opposite Snyder, jaw tensed and stomach sick with the anxiety eating through him.

He knew what conversation was coming, knew that conversation was a kind word for it. Snyder would claim that stealing wasn’t necessary. Oscar would disagree.

And you weren’t meant to disagree with Snyder, if you did, you would face the consequences.

Oscar knew this.

He stared up at crucifix again, didn’t meet Snyder’s eyes.

“I asked you a question Oscar.”

“We were hungry.”

“You have more privileges than most of the boys here, you and your brother. And yet, you still find it necessary to steal.”

“I’ve told you why.” He knew his voice was sharp when he spoke, winced internally at the edge in it.

“Watch your tone.” Snyder’s own voice was even.

Oscar inhaled through his nose, let his hands tense into fists at his sides, under the table where Snyder couldn’t see them, though he had no doubt he knew regardless.

Oscar also hated how well Snyder knew him.

“Look. I don’t give a shit about the other boys here.” Oscar said quickly, before Snyder could shut him up. “But you promised that if we made that kid stay quiet we’d get dinner an’ you lied. We were hungry.”

He stared at the crucifix again, over the top of Snyder’s head, almost obscured by him, to avoid having to look at whatever expression he knew the warden would be wearing.

And Oscar wasn’t a religious person, he was fairly sure that god hated him as much as he hated god, but he was overcome with the overwhelming urge to pray.

Praying to god would be useless, and begging for Snyder’s forgiveness would hurt his pride far more than he’d ever be willing to admit, but he had to weigh up whether he valued his pride or the healed scarred skin on his back more.

He hated that it was an easy conclusion to come to.

But he already regretted opening his mouth to try and defend himself, could already tell from the glint in Snyder’s eyes and the cane leant against the corner of the desk that if he didn’t grovel, he wouldn’t be able to sleep on his back for weeks.

“I’m sorry, warden.” He could taste bile in his throat as he spoke, hated the taste of the words.

“No you’re not.” Was the instant, clipped response. Oscar opened his mouth to say something, and shut it again, when Snyder raised an eyebrow. “You're only sorry because you got caught.”

“That ain’t true.”

“Ain’t it?” The words were mocking, and coated in that barely restrained kind of anger Snyder was so practised at.

“I mean it-“

“I just don’t want you passing these behaviours down to your brother.”

Oscar stilled, could feel Jesus staring down at him from the cross on the wall.

“What?”

“You stole to feed your brother yes?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “I’m just of the belief that you will be more inclined to behave if it’s your brother facing your punishments.”

Oscar swallowed, dug his fingernails into his palms. “I apologised-“

“But you still stole from the kitchen.”

Oscar hated the silence. He hated Snyder’s office.

It felt like kissing Morris’s cheek when he answered, but trying to lie to Snyder would be worse. “Yes.”

He hated the fucking crucifix.

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soleilnomoon · 2 years

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Can I request Usopp X reader >> they wake up in bed together after a night of drinking. The details I leave to your wonderful imagination. kiss kiss fall in love <3

ꕤ for u, my best friend, love of my life, light of my world, etc. etc. etc. ofc bitch, you already know ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა ꕤ sry this took so long but yk me, i can't do fluff to save my life.

introspect ; usopp x reader.

1.8k words, afab reader (no pronouns), alcohol mention, angst-lite, a lil fluff, some nsfw (idk cute shit like a handjob or nudity or smth); usopp is too chicken to confess, but who isn't these days

the haziness of the night before never leaves you, weighing you down, stubbornly pinning you to the mattress, even as you wake up in the middle of the afternoon the following day. yawning loudly, you attempt to get up, but something really is preventing you from getting up properly; an arm, actually. a very familiar, toned, brown arm is wrapped around you securely, almost as if this is a regular occurrence between you two, when you know for a fact it is not. blinking rapidly, you try to remember the how's and the whys of last night.

as you scrunch your nose, concentration taking away your self-preservation, you hardly notice him stir beside you.

“what time is it?” he asks sleepily, sliding closer, his body seeking out your warmth even underneath the thick blanket. memories flash in your mind as you close your eyes again, swallowing hard, the taste of bourbon still on your tongue—how much did you even drink? you’re not even sure anymore. a throbbing headache reminds you to find something to remedy the pain soon. when his fingers curl around your waist, you shudder involuntarily. words stick to the back of your throat, and you struggle to breathe—his presence suddenly commanding all of your attention. you still haven’t opened your eyes; if you do, you’ll have to face him and you don’t want to deal with that just yet.

it takes you a minute, but you do finally respond to his question. “late, probably,” you say softly, voice a little hoarse—possibly from overuse, but the party wasn’t that wild, was it? when it doesn’t seem like he’s going to move away anytime soon, you finally reopen your eyes and stare at him. he looks quite peaceful, sleeping like that; his thick, curly hair tempts you, but you keep your hands to yourself. maybe it got too hot in the middle of the night and you just happened to take your clothes off and also just happened to end up in his bed.

peeking underneath the blanket only confirms your theory; it’s silly, you know that, but you don’t want to think about the ramifications of anything other than that being the absolute truth of the matter.

“you’re heavy, usopp, move.” you hope your playful demeanor might lighten things up, hope that you didn’t actually cross that line with your best friend, hope that maybe—just maybe—you had more sense than to act on whatever foolish delusions you’ve convinced yourself are somehow tied to hypothetical feelings—ones that are less platonic and more romantic. a panic settles once you’re more cognizant. because… what if someone comes in? what if they see the two of you in bed like this? what will you do then?

almost sensing your unease, he blinks himself awake, frowning a bit. it feels early, but he vaguely remembers a soft voice telling him otherwise. there’s an incessant pounding inside his head, eyes burning as he tries to swim through the fog of his hangover. “what a long dream,” he mumbles out loud, rolling onto his back, arm releasing you from its semi-oppressive hold. he stares at the ceiling, blinking slowly as he pieces together bits and pieces of said dream.

he remembers drinking with you and the others, remembers eating and laughing—strange, it was such a vivid dream, it feels real. and when he feels you shift beside him, everything rushes back to him all at once.

for some reason luffy thought it was a good idea to have everyone play a drinking game. a few games later, with tears in your eyes from laughing for several minutes, you stumble into usopp and he helps you walk. both of you tease and joke with one another, ignoring the final dregs of the party. you suggest hiding out in his room, and he agrees — closely following after you to grab snacks and something to drink. he also remembers feeling hotter than normal, sweat pooling on his temples, barely thinking as he pulls his shirt off, frowning only when he realizes that he still isn’t cooling off.

you’re busy eating a piece of fruit, the juice spilling down your hand and onto your chin; your body sways as you dance to whatever nonexistent song you think is playing at the moment. he watches, entranced with your movements—fluid, like water, and just as unpredictable. you pause, feeling his gaze—a gentle caress, one that startles you, puts you on edge, giving you a rush that feels every bit exhilarating as it does forbidden.

a coy smile tugs hopelessly on your lips.

“want some?” you offer, holding up the small bowl in your hand; sharing comes second nature to you, and besides, he looks a little thirsty.

he folds his arms against his chest, seeming to consider your request—you eat another piece of mango in the meantime and hop onto his bed. “don’t wait too long,” your tongue glides along the pad of your thumb, lapping up the residual juice, “i’ll end up eating everything by myself.” you won’t, obviously; you’ve already decided to set aside half for him, but you like messing around with him—especially since he’s giving you such a priceless expression, one that’s equal parts surprise and equal parts amusement.

simply put: you fascinate him—always have, in a way that no one else has. cowardice feeds into his guilt, giving way to shame, and lastly paranoia.

if he tells you any of that, will you see him differently?

he’s always wondered, has wanted to confess for some time now; but whenever he gets a chance, something—or, someone rather—interrupts and he loses his nerve. zoro’s tried giving him advice, but that ended disastrously; brook suggested he write a song, but he’s not lyrically inclined and is pretty tone-deaf.

it’s put him at a standstill, one that’s slowly driving him crazy, but maybe a bit of liquid courage will do the trick; at least, that’s what he told himself earlier.

so he drank and drank, and now he’s here in his room with you, contemplating like the fool he is. you can tell he’s stuck in his head, so you decide to take charge. sliding off of the bed, light on your feet, you reach him in a few quick strides.

“open up,” you command softly, and so he does—which surprises him, he’s never been one to just do things like that, but with the way you’re looking at him, it’s hard to resist. you feed him a piece of mango, his lips wrapping around the tips of your fingers, your eyelids lowering at the sight. you should pull away, but you like the way his tongue feels—smooth, a welcomed distraction to the thoughts bouncing around your head. he releases them with a soft pop! chewing thoughtfully, letting out tiny groans of approval, something that causes a flush to wrap around you

he knows there’s no reason for him to do any of that, but he can’t help it. your cheeks are on fire as you head back to the bed, finishing the rest of the bowl by yourself. you’re too ashamed, how could you look at him when that simple action turned you on more than you care to acknowledge. he’s your best friend, you will never, ever cross that line; you swore to yourself—and to him—years ago. because the one time you wanted to, he found every excuse in the world to avoid you.

rejection fuels your desire to preserve your friendship with him.

but you can only handle so much.

so when you get up and announce that you’re leaving to wash your hands, he stops you; adrenaline pumps through him, not wanting to lose this chance. his lips part slightly, the words stumbling in his mouth, refusing to come out. you raise a brow at him, confused—he’s never had an issue expressing himself with you before, so why now? letting out a short sigh, he tries again; his fingers grab your chin, a little more roughly than you’re used to, and he kisses you.

it’s a slow, tentative kiss at first; he takes his time exploring, tongue licking at your bottom lip, causing you to open your mouth for him. your tongues meeting somewhere in the middle; it’s clumsy, but soon you both fall into a rhythm, his hands tangling in your hair while yours run up his chest. something blossoms within you—awareness maybe? you’re not sure, but you’re determined to follow your desire no matter where it takes you.

his hands drift lower, cupping your ass, squeezing playfully as you press against him, a sigh on your tongue as the kiss transforms again. you become greedy, your mouth demanding as you give him feverish tongue kisses—drunk off of his cute reactions, liking the way his bulge is more than evident, your hand sliding into his shorts. your hand wraps around his length, you pump it up and down a few times, earning an audible moan from him. and when he holds you tightly, it’s almost as if he’s afraid to let you go—like he’ll never be able to hold you again.

it gets fuzzy after that; he lets out a quiet groan, realizing that it might not have been a dream at all. you brush hair away from your face and sit up, rubbing the back of your neck with your hand. “can i borrow a shirt?” you vaguely remember spilling something on your dress last night; you were just too drunk to deal with it and crumbled the dress in a ball, tossing it to a corner like you were playing a game. when usopp doesn’t move, you turn and lean over, face hovering over his. “hellooo, earth to usopp,” you pinch his nose and he swats at your hand in annoyance, drawing a laugh out of you.

“do you…,” he starts, brown eyes landing on yours, a solemn expression on his face, “want to talk about it?”

you bite your lip as you think it over. “not really, no.” because talking about it will just make things worse in your opinion. “do you want to talk about it?”

the question takes him by surprise, and while a part of him does want to broach the subject, he finds it easier to just ignore it altogether. you should cover up, but what’s the point; he’s already seen you partially naked on many occasions, just not like this. he says nothing and instead brings a hand to play with your hair a bit, your curls coiling around his finger. it’s nothing serious, nothing he hasn’t done before; so there’s no reason for you to brush your lips against his, no reason for you to kiss him that gently, no reason for your heart to beat wildly when he pulls you back for another.

but you do all of that and when your face burns too much for your liking, you boldly declare that you’re going to lounge around on his bed all day, hoping to diffuse whatever tension there is between you. he laughs and laughs, thinking it’s the funniest thing you’ve said all week, and when your embarrassment finally dies down, you laugh too—feeling much lighter than you have before.

#one piece imagine #one piece smut #god usopp #one piece x y/n #one piece x reader #usopp x y/n #usopp x reader #fic request #usopp should be more popular this fandom is w e i r d #not a big fan of friends 2 lovers but for usopp i make an exception #usopp smut

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rikilouvre · 2 years

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pairing · enhypen lee heeseung! reader's bsf & implied female reader ( use of she/her, ms. )

word count · 5k

summary · pulled by your bestfriend heeseung in a generic college year-end party, your introverted self couldn't even start a conversation with anyone. and because of that, your daily mission was to meddle heeseung 'til hometime. pretty simple and easy, right?

notes · slight angst, college romance, typical bestfriend falls for bestfriend trope but with alcohol, mentions of vomit (i'm emetophobic too lol i have no idea why i added this), alcohol, profanities, r-16, heeseung is an implied misogynist in some parts, other enhypen members mentioned, heeseung's pov (continuation) will be posted as soon as i can :) + maknae line's pov, interactions especially reblogs would be very much appreciated. + important note : i have no idea how beerpong works since it's not really smth we do usually. so please correct me and my knowledge from google if ever i got the mechanics wrong. ++ the end was a bit rushed, i wanna post this 'cause i'm so excited.

playlist · [ wish you were sober · lhs ♡ ]

[ maknaes' pov | next (heeseung's pov) ]

heeseung pushes the doorbell button, "are you gonna be good?" he sticks his palm on the brick wall beside the door with the other hand in his pocket. "seung, you could've asked me that before picking me up." the lack of emotions in your tone made him think of what you were trying to imply, so he cocks his head sideways and stared at you for mere seconds before you sighed. "forget what i said. this could be an experience for me, too." you gave him a warm smile before you receive one back. heeseung puts his hand up for you to high-five, clasping your hand on his and holding it tight. the cold wind of the evening night made things feel so magical.

you felt so lucky too since the one you're holding hands with is a school heartthrob. not to mention that you feel spoiled since you have this hidden feelings for him that rush to your cheeks and whole system everytime he comes near you, gives you food from the vending machine everytime he has the chance to, he's just a good bestfriend.

thinking of all of those though, will always make your mind drift to the part where he knows nothing about your romantic love for him. leaving you to so many risky moments of getting caught lacking by him and you would have to often distance yourself since it hurts your swelling heart with jealousy, hatred, and pain whenever he talks about girls he's interested in — girls with banks full of money, girls with chanel bags and sunglasses, girls with everything that you don't possess — and he talks about a different one everyday. he has his good and bad sides, and it just drives you crazy by how he doesn't see you as a potential girlfriend since you're the only girl who knows him best — who knows his favorite ramyeon or when was the last time he cried — since you've been the one there for him afterall. it always feels like you've won, but at what cost?

wow, this party is shit. your mind wanders throughout the trims of the walls of the house, yeah it's a typical suburban homey house but stink is gonna kill you. not exactly you, but your nose. you haven't any idea where it's coming from but it's definitely barf, from the window? no, maybe from the sofa? you stood nearer the sofa to idly sniff the surrounding air, yup. it is from the sofa. you immediately stepped 10 steps away from it and now you're standing beside the tv with your hands clasped infront of your frame. you're nauseous but also felt like it's ridiculous by how someone already managed to soil the sofa with thrown-up beer and food. were they that desperate for alcohol? you continued to observe the furnishes — family photos, dried-up and neglected table plants, not-so-many people for a club but too many people for a house party, and was that an underwear on the groun–

you heard heeseung call your name in a distance, "what are you doing there, silly?" jogging towards you and chuckling at your sight that's visibly showing your nature, eyeing the furnitures like a freak. he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the punch section. "here, try this." he offered you a red cup with liquid in it — blue in color with loads of ice cubes. you took a lil sniff on the drink and was like, it smells good? "it's just blue lemonade juice and a bit of gin." heeseung patted your shoulder to continue, "don't consume it all in one-go, though. you don't want to end up like jake right there." he gestured in the living room, jake was pogo-rocking on the floor wearing a snapback and sunglasses from the dollar tree. party-people were either hyping him up, laughing at him, staring at him, filming him with their phones, or offering him another cup of the punch. you were on the grip, a fight between life and death where you'll die if you laugh at jake. when heeseung noticed you, he bursted out in laughter for you to join in, "don't be afraid to laugh at him. he loves attention now, don't he?" sharing a moment with heeseung about this topic is the most unexpected thing to witness tonight. you thought he was just gonna drink with his friends and bring you with him for the sake of calling you his 'bestfriend'. and this is also where you realize his hand never left your shoulder. in-fact, he only gripped you tighter. "...cheers?" his red cup in his hand, raising to clink drinks with you. you gave him a sheepish smile before raising your cup as well.

just in cue before things get awkward, someone opened the door with a red cup occupying his left hand, "hyung!" heeseung's friend, jake, as you remember, invites heeseung with his open arms for a bro-hug — patting each other's back from the thought that hee was able to come to the year-end party (year-end wasted sessions with close friends). “hi, miss beautiful.” jake respectfully offers his hand for you to shake, the whole bro mode of him gone without any trace — it felt as if you were talking to sim jaeyun, not jake. his fluttering eyes and charming smile almost made you forget he's an ass most of the times — school vandalism, failing grades, and simply a jerk. you hesitantly moved your hand towards his, when heeseung swatted jake's hand and jokingly said, "c'mon man, not my bestfriend." jake just laughed it off before letting you both come in. wow, who would've thought? your cheeks are hot-to-the-touch from bare minimum.

"seung-hyung, beer pong!" jay called out to heeseung and beside him is sunghoon waving at his senior to come. when hoon glanced at you beside hee, he gave you a suppressed smile before whispering something to jay. heeseung gulped his drink twice before releasing a grunting sound from how the alcohol grazes his throat hot after the coldness brought by the ice cubes subside, he turns to you "hey, i'll be back, okay? but uh do you wanna play with u–"

"hyung! hoon suggested we should let ms. _____ join us. it's gonna be a 2v2 match." jay extended his arm and pointed at you with his his whole hand, nodding at you. heeseung stood there for a minute, thinking of the possibilities that could be :

would it be better if he lets you join? what if you both lose? who will have to drink all the cups of punch? what about letting you join but he'll deal with the consequences? he'll be the one to drink all the cups of punch? it would be stupid to think that there's a 100% chance that you and he will win this, would he want to take the risk for a drunk _____ or a drunk hee? what if he just doesn't let you join? but where would that leave you?

"i want to join." you finally spoke out, which not long did jay respond, "perfect! hyung, ms. _____, let's go." hoon and jay walked towards the tennis table to start setting up the game — pouring drinks in 20 cups, arranging them in a pyramid shape. your attention spun back to heeseung who asked you a question in a concerned tone : "are you sure about this? just play but don't drink too much, hangover might be bonkers for you tomorrow. i'll deal with the penalty if we ever lose." you gripped his wrist, laughing, "i wasn't planning on dealing with the consequences either so, yeah i agree with your plan." he chuckles, "hey lovebirds, you guys go first." hoon elbowed jay in his ribs out of disbelief, but then proceeded to snicker with him. hee waited for you to walk a little past him so he could wrap one of his arm on your shoulders, making the two opponents coo in anticipation, luring attention.

you feel all eyes inside the house stare you down along with heeseung, murmurs that make your heart thump which are making you guess if the murmurs were spoken out of filthy mouth or out of support. you feel your whole body burn — not because of the drink but because of the unnecessary pressure you were getting. you weren't used to this feeling, and you felt like you'll never get used to it too. your feet stopped walking inches away from the table, you couldn't bear the ear-piercing noises of people screeching and screaming, the background music floods your eardrums painfully. all you could do was stare at wherever your eyes find comfortable to stare at, crumpling the hem of your shirt inside your sweaty, shaky hands. it felt like the whole party was swallowing you down and the walls were getting smaller and smaller 'til you were ready to leave heeseung right there right now.

you grabbed a pingpong, "we go first, right?" and threw the most precise shot you can do. score! a ball shot in the cup right in the middle. "aju nice, but i'm better." hoon teased, threw a pingpong ball and fell in the cup nearest to you. he then raised his brows at you in a way that he's obviously flirting with you. a group of 'ooooohs' erupted in one of the watchers. the fuck is wrong with this guy? — you thought. "okay, everyone! how do you guys wanna play this? — should we drink the punches every rounds or after we're done?" jay butted in.

"hey? _____?" you snap back to your senses and inhaled sharply after unconsciously holding your breath, everything was suddenly back to normal. the people are minding their own business, the background music was set at a reasonable volume, no eyes were gawking at you anymore. heeseung was gently shaking you with his hands gripping your shoulders. "do you want to go home? are you drunk? we can just dip now." you started to notice his voice changed into a distressed tone. in reality, you haven't even drank the single cup of punch halfway through so you were sure you were still sober. i mean, you aren't exactly the newbie in drinking, too. it's just that you were too into your thoughts and you weren't really used to packed crowds in parties. "i'm okay. let's start." you finally looked at his face to see his brows knitted furiously, his eyes widened, and his lips quivering.

"every round." heeseung took a sip of his own punch, idly pointing at the drinks as he's talking. hoon and jay snickered to his response, "every round, then. ms. _____ —"

"she's not gonna drink too much so i'll drink most of hers." without hesitation, heeseung removed the ball on the cup full of punch — where hoon's landed — and drank all the way in one go. alcohol carving lines on his throat that made him grunt, "yo, this is strong as hell." he shook his head aggressively as if removing the alcohol spirit in him. this competitive but protective side of heeseung in parties you've never seen. in short, this night is just giving you more and more reasons to like this potatohead — and more and more reasons to forever embrace your choice about agreeing to go with hee to this party.

hoon and jay looked at each other, giving each other looks like they were up to something... hoon proceeded to grab his cup and drink it straight, side-eyeing you with a curve forming on the side of his lips. what is up with him? the nth time you asked yourself for this night. "sunghoon." hee noticed the way hoon looked at you, and with a stern tone he called out to his junior, "drink that shit faster." he then threw his shot onto a cup aggressively yet so perfectly, almost choking the younger boy with his punch. "my turn." jay smirking. he leaned slightly onto the table with full concentration noticeable in his stance, he scored.

"drink up, hyung." jay raised his cup as he did with his brow, gulping every single drop of the punch with a refreshing remark. "ahh, refreshing. ain't it?" who wouldn't start seeing stars in minutes when you just drank 2 full cups in such a short time? the two juniors were starting to make fun of heeseung, and that's where suspicions raised. you grabbed a cup on one of the cups laid on the game setup. the drink smelled so fucking strong, it was almost as if you were sniffing rubbing alcohol straight from the cup. you glanced at the juniors, with disgust and confusion expressions plastered across your face. what a sick prank, for you atleast. you like the guy, ofcourse you'd show concern for him + you're his chaperone for tonight if we're gonna be honest so sober heeseung is the best choice for you to take care of. hee grabbed your wrist, "darling, don't drink. don't fall for their shit." looking at you with dead siren eyes — looking like he's sleepy — you paused for a second to comprehend what he just said. "darling?—"

"nobody can forfeit 'cause that's the rules." jay waved everyone watching to let them know nobody's backing off the game, not even heeseung who's starting to get wasted from the game. "dude, what's with the drinks?" you asked jay in an unexplainable tone that will humiliate him. "oh, ms. _____. senior college students get pranked by freshmen or students younger than them in parties like this every year. hyung knows that, i don't know why he gave in, though... anyway, that's a vodka mix he's drinking. one of the strongest ones!" he clapped in dismissal to let hoon throw another ball onto the cup on your side.

with every round, heeseung became progressively more disoriented to the point that when he moved out of the place he was standing, he couldn't walk a straight line. you reckon him whispering to you, "hey, i'm seeing stars." to which you cracked up. the way he was so straightforward with it and the way he said it so subtly was sure to fart your shits tonight. but then he continued, "i'm sorry in advanced for the shit i'm gonna say and do tonight. i'll treat you to mcdonalds once my hangover goes away tomorrow." he opened his palm which you high-fived. not expecting anything when he wrapped his hand around yours and looked you directly in the eyes while slightly leaning his body on the table with his free arm sideways, smiling at you.

the crowd bursted into woos and coos and screams that will only make your heartbeat so much faster, not because of anxiety but because of hype this time. jay and hoon were laughing at heeseung, to which heeseung laughed along drunkly too when he glanced at the two. "what's funny, broskis?" heeseung pointed at jay and hoon with a sheepish smile plastered across his face. the background music got changed to a disco party song. "let's dance, hyung!" almost everybody gathered on the living room while the rest scattered across every room of the house.

he never let go of your hand and pulled you in the dance floor. his aura when he's drunk is so fucking unmatched. he always has his eyes closed, moving so slyly but is so confident about himself, bobbing his head to the song with his hands up in the air. his perfume filling your system along with atleast a hundred more perfumes worn by party people inside the house.

enough about him, what about you? it's not like heeseung drank everything in the game, you had to have your share, too. you drank around 3 drinks? 4? you honestly couldn't remember. you knew your way around alcohol, yeah. but you never said you can steer your way to alcohol, right? you admit to yourself you didn't have that high of a tolerance so heeseung asking you to dance with him and go nuts, you just had to decline. "c'mon, sugar. let's dance." heeseung still in party mode, you asked him "seung, since when did you start calling me 'sugar' and 'darling'?—"

"everyone! this is for, lovey-dovey people. specifically ms. _____ over there and our best pal, lee heeseung hyung." jay announced over the mic as he gestured at hoon to change the track to something else. "now playing, can't help falling inlove." jay bowed and placed the mic somewhere you didn't care.

your eyes were focused on lee heeseung, your so-dear bestfriend who's now easily wasted and it's been just- what? 3 hours? 3 hours onto the party and he's already groggily dancing you to 'can't help falling inlove'. as his half-closed eyes were focused on you, as well. roaming his eyes around your face, analyzing your features like it was his first time meeting you. when in reality, it was his first time looking at you like this — a subtle smile pasted on his lips that wouldn't just disappear as he tucked the stray hair behind your ear. his light chuckles which you'll never get tired of hearing, especially when you know you're the reason behind it. his hand slowly creeping on your side, gently gripping onto you as he lets you holds his other hand. meanwhile, you found your way to his shoulder, gently massaging him and actually shaking since a dance with your crush is not something you can do everyday. he teases your height every chance he can, though right now he comments, "you look so beautiful in this angle... like you know, our heights match for boyfriends and girlfriends hehehehe." he was wasted, yeah, and he was just so comfortable in saying anything to you at this point. he hesitated to continue his statement before grabbing the guts and proceed, "we should do this more often." you let out a hearty laugh so did he. "why are you laughing?" heeseung asked whilst still laughing and smiling at you. "you're drunk. i'm your..."

he raised his eyebrows still maintaining his tired eyelids in-place, "hmm?" he unconsciously stops swaying, not until you lead him again since stopping the dance would be pretty awkward, especially you both are standing in the middle of the dance floor — squeezed with people who are dancing as well. "i mean, i'm your bestfriend. we can't be together." it's like everything good that happened tonight vanished inside your head, and there you are again with your heartbroken thoughts. you were losing your color as you were dancing with him, which he actually noticed. he lets go of you and proceeded to walk towards the microphone. jay and hoon noticed him, then guided him since he was already hammered. "hyung, what are you gonna do?" hoon, who was almost hammered as well, asked. heeseung was trying his best, and when i say his best, he was trying his best to get on top of the chair without losing his balance which was pretty hard for him since, like he told you, he was already seeing stars. his knees almost collapsed not until the two juniors, and jake — who was already sobered up — supports heeseung's back and pushed him up the chair. "mic, mic." heeseung idly sways on top of the chair while open-and-closing his hand towards jake for the mic. jake frantically gives him the mic, and you just stood there watching him. lost in why he left you on the dance floor and stood on top of a chair, though you truly were lost when he inhaled on the mic — startling every senses you have.

"I LIKE _____." heeseung pointed at you with his whole hand, as the crowd immediately turned to look at who he was pointing at. without turning your head, your eyes were travelling your peripheral vision and side vision, to see who's giving you looks... a lot were. people were starting to whisper and it was honestly like deja vu, but this time it's worse since you're head is already aching so much. you were once again crumpling something under your grip, but this time it's your skin. you were scratching and fondling with the skin of your forearms, "she's a whore! didn't you see her flirt with your friend earlier?" someone shouted from the crowd. "SHUT UP, YOU'RE THE FUCKING WHORE, BITCH." heeseung, with all cruelty inside his body, clapped back at the girl who called you a 'whore', who turned out to be someone from your class. the crowd exploded in reactions of hyping heeseung and you up, leaving your hater devastated. you didn't even realize you were tearing up until you closed your eyes from chuckling lightly and tears started to roll from your eyes down to your cheeks. you didn't know which hurt more : someone you totally don't expect calls you a 'whore' because heeseung said he likes you, or heeseung said he likes you but he's wasted. you couldn't handle your emotions bottled up throughout the whole night, throughout the whole time of liking heeseung secretly. you just had to walk out and ditch, but since heeseung wouldn't let go of you in his sight, he was quick to jump off the chair when he saw you heading for jake's house door. "hey! h—" he panted, running in disoriented lines for you, as jake, jay, and hoon followed him. "easy, you might trip." hoon warned heeseung.

he gripped your wrist to stop your from walking home. you both stood outside the porch of the house, with the party lights from inside and the orange streetlights the only source of light. "hey, _____. i like you hehe did you hear me there?" heeseung, still under the influence, obviously, talks in a giddy tone which pisses you off even more. everything that cheap girl who called you a 'whore' did was enough to blow your fucking sanity off, and one bad thing about it is that you managed to release all your anger out on hee, "heeseung, what do you think this is, us? what do you think about us? me?" you spit out, your index finger pointing at his chest. before he could even grab air, you continued : "do you think this is just some kind of prank or a sad excuse to catch clout and bring home more girls and 'sluts' as you call them? do you think this is something so casual as a joke just to announce to everyone then play like nothing happened tomorrow?"

"you know exactly who you are, heeseung. you know girls would come for my ass once they find out that 'you like me', if that's even true. you could've just told me about this in private, yeah your way of confessing is loverboy-material but— you could've thought about what people are gonna comment about me first." you shoved him so hard he almost tripped himself.

"you're not just some ordinary college boy, everybody wants you. think of what they're gonna call me 'cause the fall is on me." you honestly didn't know if anything you're saying connects to what happened earlier, you thought these are probably feelings you've never opened to someone, things you wanted to say.

and at this point, everyone in the party is listening to your fight with heeseung and some even went outside the porch to hear better of what's up. the 3 juniors a meter away from the both of you.

"seung, i like you too but- we could've settled this when you're sober and when people who are always willing to call names aren't here. that way, i would actually believe you. i—" eyes red and uncontrollable body quivering from the shock that erupted from inside your body, "i'm sorry. for exploding and putting all the blame on you. i really like you, like, like-like you. it's just— it's the girls. you knew this would happen and this is a bad idea. i'm glad that you said you liked me. but we're not sure about that since... look at you." you gestured at his state — swaying with his wrinkled clothes, his lids ready to drop anytime.

you were waiting for him to say anything as you stared him down while he stood there, dumbfounded.

"do you want me to prove it to you?" he finally spoke. you were ready to answer, not until he shuts you up by stepping forward you and softly pressing his lips on yours — pulling you close by the waist with his arm while his hand cups your cheek to guide you. your spirits touch, and you could feel his warm body on your cold skin. you were tensed, so tensed your lips felt like rock hard on his. but then, you got accustomed to it that you just slumped there and gave in. pushing your torso towards him, your hands slowly found their way behind heeseung's neck and pushed him even closer to you, if that was possible, to deepen the kiss. this, is what was gonna make you see stars for tonight. well, you couldn't even see since your eyes were closed so you instead thought that : damn, i feel like i'm in space floating with him.

you felt so numb and you weren't prepared to let go of his lips yet. your tongue working wonders, entangling with his. this euphoric feeling that was once only in your mind, now is true to life. you finally pulled away to look at his face, he looked a thousand times more handsome — the most handsome he could ever be. even better, he looked like his eyes hold the whole galaxy inside them — glistening at your sight while you could see your own reflection on them. as his eyes darted onto yours, a smirk easily forming on the curves of his lips. your eyes wide open, processing everything that just happened. you got startled and jumped a little on heeseung's hold when people started screaming and cheering for you both, this time, you were both the one who had been filmed with phones, offered more punches, and cheered and hyped on. jake's standing there with jay and hoon, proud.

"we're gonna go to mcdonald's tomorrow, everyone! wooo!" heeseung screamed to which party-people laughed, "hammered as fuck, bro!" someone shouted from the crowd. jay butted in to tell everyone that heeseung still hasn't dealt with the beerpong penalty yet, you both lost. the crowd replies with an "oooooh" in a low tone to raise suspense and thrill. letting heeseung throw the balls every so often really wasn't a good idea, now that you've thought about it. "penalty is a cup of en's house mix!" jay announced. "it's a mixture of every drink imaginable, but not really. just gin, vodka, brandy, whiskey, beer, juice, coffee, just those things. all in one cup." hoon explained.

everybody was invited to go back inside the house to watch the 3 juniors prepare the drink in a cup, you and heeseung were both told to watch closely since it's gonna be the last thing you both are gonna see clearly for tonight. "y'all see this bottle? this shi costs our semester fee." jay waved up a bottle of liquor and as he said, expensive. "and this? jake's dad and my dad had to be stuck in yucatan for a few days just to buy this hell of a drink." hoon waved up another bottle, furnished full of swirls and curls, which awed the whole audience. "and this, guys?" jake held up a bottle with a black cap and matte glass body, "this was just bought at the nearest supermarket yesterday." the whole crowd bursted in laughter and genuine expressions as jake was chortling in-place, entertained at his own joke. "and this, guys?" jay held up the glass cup of ice which were put in hee and your drink, "we just pulled it out of jake's freezer." hoon was wheezing beside jake and jay, holding onto his kneecaps for his life. "and this, guys?" jake held up the two cups which you and hee were about to drink, "just kidding, guys. i'm all out of jokes. anyway, let's now watch the lovebirds face their penalty!"

the drink was stored in two cups, half-full. your stomach churning at the thought of how strong the drink is, you were ready to be put in a hospital bed for gastritis 'cause of you and your acidic stomach acid. "ready?" you asked heeseung, arm and hand holding the drink tangled with yours for a more fancy approach at the penalty. "fuck yeah." you both drank up as everyone chanted : "CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!". the moment the drink entered your mouth, all you thought was that you felt sorry for yourself and heeseung, you wouldn't be able to take care of neither. it felt like you were tasting a good taste of intense hangover and a sleep at jake's house with the rest of the gang. a few minutes into the drink and you were feeling yourself starting to get wasted. a few minutes after the drink, your sight started to darken and everyone you see looked so funny. when you looked at heeseung, he was laughing to himself. literally to himself 'cause he wasn't laughing at himself, either. hoon was quick to grab his phone and film hee, "hyung, what are you laughing at?"

"the time jake pissed himself last year when— ah- AHAHAHAHAHAHAAH—"

"ya! why me?" it was simply impossible to talk to him seriously at this point. the poor junior who was being picked on demanded hee to do jump and jacks, 30 times, to further shake him up. funny thing is, hee complied and miraculously got through the whole 30 reps of jump and jacks. jake and jay helped hee up beside you. "i want- i- sleep." you murmured to yourself, hoon went near you to hear you. "what?" he gently asked you to repeat what you just said. "i said- i wan slep u idiot." wow, you really managed to cuss sunghoon out while you're literally wasted. your whole body shuts down and lets you sleep at ease, did you even remember where you laid down?

to be continued.

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