#no seriously how do people play footsie

[iwritefandomimagines]

NOT A GAME — JESS MARIANO

based on a request

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pairing: jess mariano x reader

description: the playful banter was fun at first, but the line had blurred so long ago that you were starting to get sick of wondering how jess really felt. luckily for you, he’s been thinking the same thing.

warnings: angst into fluff, jess being annoying in a way that makes me love him more lol, swearing ofc,

author’s note: thank you so much for this request, i hope it does jess justice for you— i love writing him so much. i hope you enjoy — sorry it’s quite short i just wanted to keep it short n sweet

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“Well that’s two hours of my life I’m never getting back, huh,” Jess took a final sip of the drink he’d been cradling for the whole film and threw it dramatically in the trash, his arm slung around your shoulder, “Think I aged like fifteen years in the time they took to wrap up that fuckin’ terrible plot.”

You rolled your eyes, pulling away from him and discarding your own empty cup as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and eyed you curiously, “What, don’t tell me you actually enjoyed that?”

“It wasn’t that bad,” you shrugged, “You’re just being pretentious.”

His brows furrowed at that — he hated when you of all people called him pretentious, and he knew you only ever did it to wind him up.

“Okay, what have I done?” Jess huffed, “You so didn’t enjoy that film, you’re just trying to piss me off. What did I do?”

You looked down at your feet with a grunt, “Nothing.”

“Despite my sweet baby face, I wasn’t born yesterday Y/N. It’s not nothing.”

The truth was that he had done something.

In fact, he was always doing the exact thing that had just tipped you over the edge.

“Fine, Jess,” you drew in a sharp breath, “I just— I don’t want to play this game anymore.”

“Have I missed something or was that movie just so dull that it corroded your brain?” Jess kicked a stone as he watched the frown on your face, “‘Cause I don’t remember playing any games. Not even footsie. What are you talking about?”

You scoffed, “That, Jess. Exactly that!”

“Woah, woah, c’mon Y/N. You’re going to have to give me more than just snapping at me. What the hell have I done?” Jess was growing increasingly frustrated now, but so were you.

You pressed a palm to your forehead, “I’m— What was that in there?”

“I was asking the same question,” Jess’ perplexed expression made your own angered one soften a little.

“What is this? Me and you?” you looked down at the floor as you posed this question, not wanting to argue any longer and too afraid wanting to see his reaction, “Because I’m sick of playing games and not knowing. You put your arm around me at the cinema, you share your popcorn with me when you’d like—literally snarl at anyone else if they asked, we kind of flirt like all of the time but we’re just friends.”

“Just friends, huh?”

You almost felt silly when you looked up at him and saw a smug smile on his face — almost.

But you were trying to open up to him and he was being just as irritating about your relationship as he always was.

“Jess…”

He didn’t say anything for a moment, taking your hand and pulling you around the corner to a park bench where he tugged you to sit down beside him.

“Do you seriously think we’re just friends, Y/N?” he was so close to you that you were sure he could hear your heart palpitations and see the goosebumps springing up on your skin.

“Well we’re not enemies, we spent a fuck ton of time together, and we’re not dating. So yeah, I’d like to think we’re friends,” you huffed, still avoiding his gaze.

He shook his head, “Why the hell do you think I invited you to see a fuckin’ romcom I’d never want to watch? Why do you think I asked to share popcorn? I know I’m the intellectually superior one here,” he paused to nudge your side as if to ensure you understood he was teasing, “But I didn’t think you were dumb enough to miss that I was obviously trying to make this a date.”

You bit your lip, finally returning his eye contact as his soft eyes stared intently into yours.

You drew in another deep breath, “Sure. Jess Mariano, Mr. Always Speaks His Mind, failed to tell me it was apparently a date so I’m dumb for not reading his mind?”

Neither of you had noticed that he was still holding your hand until that moment, and so he pulled it to the corner of his mouth and gave the back of your hand a gentle kiss.

Despite the unfamiliarity of this small but romantic gesture, your heart swelled in your chest and it almost felt natural.

“Y/N, I’ve liked you for fuckin’ ages. Everyone knows that. We flirt and we act like there’s nothing going on when people ask, but I thought at the very least you knew how I really felt,” Jess shrugged, not releasing your hand and instead now rubbing his thumb over the back of it.

You didn’t retreat from his touch, but used your interlocked hands to shove his chest gently, “You’re an asshole, you know that right?”

The small smile tugging at your lips eased the anxiety that had begun to set in. He’d almost started to fear that you didn’t actually feel the same, but your unsteady breathing and the glint in your eye confirmed the opposite.

“I know, I know,” he rolled his eyes, “But that’s all just part of the elusive charm that made you fall madly in love with me, isn’t it?”

You shook your head, “Cocky, aren’t you?”

“Well in my defence, the prettiest girl in Stars Hollow has, like, totally got the hots for me,” your heart fluttered at the smirk still gracing his features, “Hard not to have an ego.”

You just chuckled softly in reply, your heartbeat still racing as he watched you carefully. His own gaze softened now, and he reached his free hand up to cup your cheek.

“Look, in all seriousness I’m sorry this has been so— well, just that I haven’t been more direct about this stuff. But you know me, you know I’m bad at—,”

You squeezed the hand that was still in yours, “I know, Jess. It’s alright. I really like you, and to be honest I’ve been happy enough with any excuse to be close to you.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, leaning forward a little, “Can I kiss you, then? Make up for a shitty first date?”

You blushed crimson at the fact he’d asked, your cheek growing hot beneath his touch, “Of course.”

His lips met yours gently, as though testing the waters. You met his kiss with the same softness at first, but quickly the kiss grew more urgent — as though making up for lost time.

When you finally pulled away, your face was still bright red, and you felt almost embarrassed by how overcome with emotions you were.

“So, uh, about the film?”

He laughed, the loud affectionate laugh he reserved only for you, warming your heart as he sent you a teasing grin and licked his lips.

“And here I was thinking I’d be the one to ruin the moment, huh?”

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thanks sooo much for reading — i hope this was okay! sorry for the radio silence for a while, i’ve had a lot going on and a LOT of unfinished drafts.

if you wanna read more of my stuff — here’s my masterlist!

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[andysorbit]

Connexion

non idol!Jisung x black fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, Crack

Rating: Mature

Warnings: swearing, suggestive themes, sex related banter, alcohol, reader isn't vegan/vegetarian

Word count: 1.5k

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The first time you meet Andy, he isn't Andy. He's the really nice guy who has just held the door open for you on your way into the restaurant where you're meeting your friends for dinner and drinks. He caught your eye on the way in but you were unsure of what to say to him and now it's a happy surprise that you both end up at the same table.

You stop short when you find Renjun seated in a booth and the taller man collides into you from behind. You, in turn, bounce off of him but with a quick hand, he gently grabs you and steadies you as if you're a porcelain doll, "Sorry... I was too close. Is this your table too?" he says apologetically. You wave a hand at him, "You're fine. Yeah, this is my table too. I'm sorry my brake lights aren't working."

He laughs and your inside warm up. He gorgeous.

"Hi but can you guys sit the fuck down? I think there's a breakup happening a few tables away and Andy needs to start reading lips because that man looks pissed," Renjun pipes up.

You both turn to see a middle aged couple in the early stages of a very heated discussion. You shrug and turn back to the taller man, "Your name is Andy, right?" You ask him.

"Yes, his name is Andy and he is needed. Y/n, if I miss this I'll fuck both of your parents," Renjun huffs. He sips a glass of wine as he throws daggers at you and Andy.

"I wish I never told you I know how to do that... I should start charging you for my services," Andy chuckles as he side steps to allow you access to the booth. You sit down and scoot in closer to Renjun then Andy eases in beside you with a soft "Sorry" and you turn to give him a reassuring smile, "Andy, it's okay. You're fine, sweetheart."

Andy exhales coarsely and nods, "Okay... Sorry."

"Tick tock, sweetheart! Come on!" Renjun whines. You both wriggle out of your coats and Andy pulls his hat off before Tucking it into a pocket of his coat, "I can hold onto your hat too. Your pockets look a bit small..." he pipes up. You turn to him and smile as you take your hat off, "That's so nice of you. Thanks, Andy," You say and hand him your hat. Andy gives it a careful little fold before tucking it into his other pocket. He takes his coat, along with yours, and sets them down on the opposite side of the booth. You note how he's keen on avoiding a barrier and you glance at Renjun who's giving you both a very amused look.

"You never offer to hold onto my hats..." Renjun teases. Andy laughs, "You have a men's coat. Men's pockets carry more than women's pockets do. I'm just being fair," he explains. "Yeah, so stop being jealous," You tease back.

Fatou and Jeongyeon bustle in, followed by Taeyong. You all share greetings and banter for a moment and as they get settled, Andy takes a moment to lean close to you, "So you're Y/n..." he asks you softly. "Yeah that's me... Can you really read lips?" You ask him. Andy smiles, happy to have a reason to engage you, he ducks his head down then leans in closer to you, "No, I made that up," he whispers.

"Seriously?" You hiss in amusement. Andy nods, "The first time I met Renjun, he asked me what my secret talent was and I knew based on his... everything that I'd regret telling him the truth so I made that up," he whispers. "So what is your actual secret talent? I won't ask you to prove it," You say softly. "I dance and I play the clarinet..." he says softly. "Dancing Squidward... Nice. What kinda dancing are you into?" You reply curiously. Andy has a way about him that you can't quite label but he's draws you in with his shyness while somehow letting you know that there's so much more to his big picture.

"There are other people at the table, Y/n," Taeyong pipes up playfully. "Yeah so why don't you play footsie with one of them. I just met Andy so we're catching up. Crawl out of our asses," You sass. Taeyong frowns, "You didn't even kiss us when we got here. What happened to kissing the homies?"

You laugh, "Are you jealous?" Taeyong deadpans, "I wouldn't have brought it up if I wasn't," he shoots back. "Yeah, that's right- kiss the homies," Fatou chuckles. You lean forward across the table and take Taeyong's face in your hands, "Are you happy now?" You ask him before pressing a kiss to his left cheek, his right cheek, then his forehead before finally giving him a quick kiss on the lips. He sits back with a content smile.

"Me next!" Jeongyeon chirps as she leans forward, "I'm cutting to the chase," she says and presses a kiss to your lips. You kiss her back then sit down. Fatou puts her hand up, "You kissed her first and I don't know where her mouth has been so... I'll pass," she laughs. Jeongyeon flips her off, "I blew your dad"

"My dad's dead," Fatou retorts. Jeongyeon's expression falls, "Fatou, oh my God. I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"Because she's fucking lying!" Taeyong interjects. Jeongyeon glares at Fatou, "Jerk." Fatou smirks and sips her wine smugly.

You turn to press a kiss to Renjun's left cheek, his right cheek, then his forehead. He smiles, "Are you gonna give Andy a homie kiss? I mean... he is one of the homies now."

You shrug and turn to Andy, "I only kiss the homies that wanna be kissed," You say carefully. Andy's face flushes red, "Oh... Yeah. I- uh- I don't mind," he stammers. You take his face in your hands, "This feels like an initiation," You laugh. "I thought it was just me," Andy whispers. You kiss his left cheek, his right, and finally, his forehead. As you pull back, you catch Andy's gaze drop down to your lips. "Oh, you want the topper kiss?" You ask.

Andy's eyebrows fly up and he takes in a sharp breath. "Of course he wants the topper kiss- be fuckin' for real," Fatou snorts. "He didn't say that," You say as you hold Andy's gaze. "I do," he whispers. You press a soft kiss to Andy's lips and he returns the kiss just as gently. You pull back and watch him shrink in on himself, "Thanks, homie," he chortles. You let his face go and nod, "Anytime, homie," You chuckle. "Not them soft launching fucking the homies," Renjun cackles. You roll your eyes, "I kissed Yeongie and Yeonie," You say casually. "Yes. You kissed me. I didn't kiss you back and I'm gay, Y/n," Taeyong objects peevishly.

"And we're both bottoms- we'd never work," Jeongyeon says matter-of-factlyl. "So uh do the rest of the homies kiss each other now?" Andy pipes up cautiously.

"Ew- no, Andy- What the fuck, man?" Renjun snorts. "Sorry I didn't realize I was at a table full takers but I'm a giver," he shoots back. "We get it, your dick is huge," Taeyong sighs. You burst into laughter and Andy drops his face down into his hands and laughs bashfully.

"He didn't deny it," Jeongyeon pipes up as she holds her hand out casually. You watch as Taeyong pulls his wallet out of his pocket. He fishes a twenty dollar bill out and begrudgingly pushes it into Jeongyeon's hand. Andy looks at the old man, "You could've saved yourself twenty dollars and just asked me," he says with a shrug. "You and I both know that's not true," Taeyong sighs. "And now you'll never know," Andy laughs.

You guys decide to get ready to order and Andy leans over to you, "I've never eaten here before, have you?" he asks you quietly. The chatter of the table almost drowns his voice out so you lean in closer to him, "Yeah, I have. Loads of times," You reply as you look over his menu with him, "You got any food allergies?" He shakes his head, "Nope. What's good here?"

"Their steak is really good! The first time I came here, I had the steak with grilled asparagus and fried potatoes- they're literally French fries but I digress. The fries weren't that good but the second time I came, I swapped out the fries for mashed potatoes and they're good as hell," You explain. The conversation of the table goes on as you give Andy a review of the things you've tried and by the rime you're done, he's flustered.

"I don't know what I want. It all sounds really good!" he lilts. "Well, I'm getting the grilled salmon with mashed sweet potatoes and broccoli. You can get something else, if you want to, of course, and you can try some of my food too," You suggest. He shrinks into himself a bit, "I don't wanna be a pain. It's okay."

"Andy, it's fine. If you were bothering me, I'd tell you. I promise," You reassure him. "Yeah she'd tell you even if she didn't mean to, Andy. This woman can't control her face for shit," Fatou cackles. Andy smiles, "Yeah I think that's really nice. At least you know where you stand with her."

"They're gonna end up fucking or dating. I'm calling it now," Jeongyeon chortles. "Both," Taeyong says with a dreamy smile. Andy squeezes his eyes shut, "Stop," he breathes shyly. You wave your friends off, "Don't worry about them. They're on their second glasses of wine and they haven't even eaten yet. They're drunk," You laugh, "Now let's figure out this order of yours."

Andy looks back down at the menu, "I'll get mashed potatoes and... uh... shrimp and steak with green beans... Yeah, I'll have that and since you're sharing with me, I wanna share with you."

"Aw okay. What about drinks? I'm having red wine," You suggest. Andy nods, "I'll have white wine... Yeah. Thank you, Y/n."

Renjun smirks when your eyes catch his, "We're literally watching a slowburn unravel in real time- holy shit," he muses. "Don't you hate the guy who can't shut up when a good movie is on?" Fatou laughs.

Taeyong calls over the waiter and everyone orders. As you wait, the wine is flowing and you feel yourself loosening up. Jeongyeon pulls her hair back as the wine sweats slowly begin setting in for all of you. Andy has the prettiest hue of blush hitting on his dewy skin and he's gradually inched closer to you.

The excitement raises as everyone's plates arrive. Andy's face drops a bit and you follow his gaze down to his own plate. They gave him the damn fried potatoes. "They didn't give homie the mashed potatoes," Fatou pipes up. Andy shakes his head, "No, it's okay," he says shyly as he anxiously grabs your hand. You turn to look at him and give his hand a gentle squeeze, "No it's not. It's not what you ordered," You say gently. "It's okay. Really. It's fine," Andy objects. "Do you wanna keep the fries?" You ask him. Andy shrugs, "I'll eat them."

"But do you want to eat them?" You press. Andy shakes his head, "No..." Your eyes scan the restaurant for the waiter and you call him over, "Hi, he wanted mashed potatoes not fried potatoes," You tell him. The waiter apologizes and takes the plate back. While Andy waits, you feed him bites of your food and of course, your friends don't ease up. Soon, Andy's corrected order gets dropped off and he smiles, "Thank you, Y/n," he says sweetly as he cuts up his steak. You wave him off and he stabs at a piece of steak before blowing it. He touches his it to his lips to see if it's cool enough then he gives it to you.

Even drunk you've never warmed up to someone so quickly and you Know Andy feels the same way- especially with how shy he said he is.

After you order a tequila for yourself and another sex on the beach for Andy, Jeongyeon giggles, "Aw look at Y/n taking care of the baby," she teases. "I will not be patronized by a pillow princess," Andy snorts. The table erupts with laughter. "I fuckin' called it! I- wait how the hell do you know?" Taeyong slurs.

"Yeah how do you know?" Jeongyeon asks as her cheeks flush. Andy gives her a deadpan stare, "I just sat here and watched you let a Mariana Trench tier bottom cut your steak and check to see if it was too hot- you're a pillow princess."

You laugh as you fall over onto Andy and slap his arm. Renjun scoffs, "I- What the fuck? How did I get dragged into this? I'm not-"

"Bullshit. You like the waiter and every time he comes over, you make yourself look super tiny and fan your lashes at him, "Andy says; turning his attention to Renjun, he takes a sip of his martini, "You've been checking out the same guy since we got here, and you lit up like Time Square when Fatou said she was gonna slap you if you asked her for another recommendation" He's very matter-of-fact and Fatou nods, "I love that about you, dude- You're like Columbo or some shit," she says with a nod of approval. Andy shrugs, "Not really. I just like watching people."

"Nuh uh. You- listen, I literally met this guy because I kept seeing him wandering the grocery store and this was back when they had jyst rearranged the entire store. Anywho- this fuckin' guy was studying peoples' wagons and shit to see where everything was because he didn't wanna ask around and they put the signs in that weird ass way so you can't see everything listed unless you walk further into the aisle" Fatou explains as she sits up a bit, "So I stopped him one day and I asked him if he needed help and he panicked and told me what he was doing because he assumed that I was gonna confront him for stealing so we ended up helping each other and I saved him some time because even the staff were still relearning everything so they didn't know shit."

"That's actually fuckin' adorable- Andy, are you sure you're a giver?" Jeongyeon asks. Andy sips his wine then nods affirmatively, "Pinky promise," he replies. Fatou draws back scandalously, "Oh, you're dangerous," she muses. Andy quirks up an eyebrow, "What did I do?" he asks.

"You want us to think you're harmless so bad but you're buck ass nasty!" Fatou says accusingly. Andy shrugs; his body loosens up and the final worry about how close he is to you disolves as he leans against you, "Buck ass nasty for some is just another Thursday for others. Danger is subjective," he slurs. "Keep the drinks flowing. That's how you get him to talk," Renjun chuckles.

"How is that subjective?" Jeongyeon asks slowly. "Get a load of this fuckin' idiot," Renjun laughs. "It's subjective because it's based on sex which varies person to person. Buck ass nastiness isn't necessarily dangerous but the definition of what that means depends on where you, as the giver or the receiver, choose to draw the line," Andy explains very seriously.

"Right?" Renjun agrees. Andy stays leaned against you as the banter continues on only to be interrupted by a tall man who approaches the table, "I can barely hear what's going on at my table because of you guys," he chides. "Oh? Really?" Andy asks and there's an unhinged look in his eyes that makes even Fatou and Renjun exchange looks of uncertainty.

"Oh, that's hot," Jeongyeon sighs. "I bet you could talk about some cool nerdy shit all day," You giggle. Andy turns to you and smiles, "I could talk about outer space all fuckin' day," he says eagerly. Taeyong shift in his seat, "I'm officially conflicted about my feelings for this guy," he deadpans.

"Yeah," he says with a forced smile, "So could y-" Is it because we're black?" Andy interjects. Everyone erupts in a fit of laughter and you turn your attention to the man who's now holding Andy's deadpan stare, "No... you're not."

"Can you prove that?" You ask. "I- this is crazy," he sighs. "I even have a picture of my dad to prove it- wanna see it?" Andy says. You all turn to look at him. "Yeah," the man replies shortly. He obviously doesn't believe Andy but Andy stays calm and confident as he digs his phone out of his pocket and taps around on it for a minute. He turns his phone to show the man a photo.

"That's literally Ernie Hudson," he says. Andy narrows his eyes, "No... that's literally my dad- I think I'd know what my own father looks like," he says peevishly. "Are you saying that all black people look alike?" You ask suspiciously. The man shifts from one foot to the other, "Okay so my friends sent me over here because they think you're being too loud but I'd honestly rather stay over here with you guys. You sound fun. Also, I'm John by the way," he blurts out.

"Hi, John by the way. I'm Andy. These are my henchmen and this is my wife," Andy says dumbly. John frowns, "Is he always this fuckin' annoying?" Taeyong shakes his head, "Only when he's drunk. This is not the same man I met earlier." Andy nods in agreement, "You wouldn't have liked me earlier either... Pinky promise," he says sassily. You laugh as John scoots in beside Fatou, "I'll take the chance."

Everyone exchanges names and eventually numbers as the night passes on. John's a real estate agent who lives in a penthouse in the financial district and despite how boring that might sound, he's actually a riot of a man who's lonely in his friend group.

Finally, you all take cabs back and after wellness calls, you call Andy. He picks up after the fourth ring, "Yes, Miss Y/n?" he says lazily. "Hi, Mister Andy. Just making sure you made it home," You sigh. You retrieve a bottle of water from the refrigerator and drink half of it down. "Yes, I just got into my jammies," Andy says sweetly, "You too, I hope?"

"Yeah, I'm about to sleep," You reply. You both fall into a sweet silence before Andy speaks up, "Thanks for being so sweet and looking after me tonight. I promise I'm only that bad because I'm really shy at first."

"Andy, it's nothing. I would've done that for anyone," You scoff. "Well yeah," Andy agrees, "But you did it for me. Thank you."

"You're welcome, Andy. Anytime. I mean that," You say encouragingly. "Good night, Y/n. I hope we can hang out out again really soon," he says shyly. "Likewise. Good night, Andy," You say back before hanging up.

"Is Andy gonna be there?" You ask Fatou casually. She snickers, "I knew you were gonna ask so I invited him first and told him you were coming because he asked the same thing about you!"

You shrug and look out the breakroom window, "I was just wondering. He's nice..." You say defensively, "It's not even like that."

"Okay, we'll go with that," she say sarcastically. Fatou, just like the others, can see right through you. As you feel the heat rushing to your cheeks, you change the subject, "So is there a dress code?" You ask."As always, come as you are, sis," she says.

And so here you are putting on your best casual party clothes and practically floating as you get yourself out the door. The drive to Fatou's place is long to say the least and of course you're excited to see your friends but seeing Andy is your topper. His presence is so gentle and you find that all you want to do is just be around him.

After parking in the building garage, you make your way to the elevators. "Wait! Y/n! It's creepy down here wait! Oh my God, don't leave me!" You turn to see Andy trotting towards you. You feel that familiar rush of warmth over your body again and you smile, "Andy! Hi!" You say cheerfully. He almost collides with you again but he stops short, "Ah yes the brakes are working so I don't have to send you flying to mars again! Hi..." he says with a cheerful but shy smile. You both step into the elevator and you press for the sixth floor.

"Hi, Andy," You say warmly, "The garage scares you too?" You ask as the doors close. Andy nods; shrugging his coat off and snatching off his hat, he chuckles, "I've only been to Fatou's place twice and both times, I asked her to come down to the garage to get me."

Just like the night you first met, he stuffs his hat into his pocket. You laugh too and take off your own coat.

"I can hold onto your hat again for you- if you want," he says as he watches you take your own coat and hat off. You nod, "That's why you can't fit that damn clarinet in your pocket. You're always saving space for hats," You tease him. The elevator dings and the doors ease open. "Only for you. Everybody else can carry their own hats. Jeongyeon doesn't let me hold her hats because she knows I'll steal them," he muses.

Andy stretches a long arm out of the elevator to keep the doors open and lets you step out first. You thank him and as you walk towards Fatou's door, you can hear "Why don't you wanna steal my hats?" You ask him with mock disappointment. "I can't thief you yet. I have to make sure you like me first."

"Thief me? That's the cutest thing ever. You're cute, and I do like you" You chuckle and reach out to ring Fatou's bell. The door swings open and Jeongyeon stands there red faced and starry eyed, "The weed is here!" she cheers. You and Andy turn to look at each other, "You brought weed?" You both ask in unison before cracking up.

"You guys are gonna give me a toothache," Jeongyeon says as she lets you both in and heads back out onto the balcony to finish her cigarette with Fatou. Taeyong, Renjun, and John are playing uno. It's cool how John has fallen right in line with everyone as if he's been here all along. You and Andy drop your gifts down on the coffee table and get settled.

As the night wears on, you're all a mess of laughter. "I brought my tattoo kit!" Taeyong pipes up as he fishes the kit out of his bag. "I don't wanna get scoliosis," Jeongyeon sighs. Andy shakes his head, "No, you mean psoriasis," he says. "You're both wrong," You pipe up, "It's Tuberculosis."

Renjun scoffs, "Yeah well, you're all fuckin' idiots because it's Hepatitis!"

"Dude, how the fuck are you high and still so uptight?" John asks incredulously. Andy laughs, "Because he's fuckin' short," he chortles. "Fuck you!" Renjun yells before turning away from you and Andy. "You wish!" Andy teases.

By the end of the night, you find yourself still lounging on the sofa with Andy sleeping soundly in your arms. You don't know how or why everything feels so right with Andy but it does and if it wasn't so damn fun, it'd be terrifying.

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[lestappenforever]

Hi. I feel like you are the only person I can send Lestappen asks so here goes another one.

First of all have you seen that video of Max playing footsie with Checo? I hope you have because it’s so funny to me how he realized he had accident tapped his teammate’s foot but Checo didn’t react so he did it intentionally to make sure he laughed.

Now what got me is the fact that not long ago he [Max] was playing footsie with Charles albeit unknowingly but when he realized he got all awkward about it. It’s so glaring that I started realizing other little things like the way Max will talk to Lando or Carlos or Daniel, heck everyone else on the grid about something is all so different from how he is with Charles. There’s always some sort of shyness, awkwardness, too much staring and thoughtfulness put into everything involving Charles. And yeah it may sound like I’m biased but I didn’t ship them like that for the longest time but the footsie thing made me think about all the little moments they share and how they are different from how they are with everyone else. The same can be said for Charles and how he is with Max via-à-vis other people.

Could you do a comparison, pleeease? 😘

I feel so honored, seriously.

I have seen the video with Checo, but not the one with Charles? So please send me the link because I need to see it immediately or else I will spontaneously combust.

"Could you do a comparison, pleeease?😘" <<< Oh, babe. Honey. My darling anon. You will regret this, and I am so sorry.

(Putting this under a 'Read More' for everyone's sake.)

Now, before I get further into this I just need to make a few things very clear: 1. I am a monogamous shipper, meaning that once I ship someone, I am incapable of shipping those people with someone else. I am actually kind of jealous of people who are capable of shipping the same person with multiple people because the amount of content you get, my God. Now, this does not mean that I don't get other ships or that I have any sort of issue with other ships because I definitely don't. It simply means that in my head, once two people are paired together in a ship, that's it. They're it for each other as far as my brain is concerned. 2. This post does not mean that I genuinely believe Max and Charles are in a secret relationship, nor does it mean that I genuinely believe they ever will be. The point of shipping, as far as I'm concerned, is that it's fun and lighthearted. It's something that brings a lot of joy to a lot of people, and it's something that is very easy to enjoy.

Now, prepare for a rant.

I believe you are right on the money, anon, and this is exactly why I ship Lestappen. They have the sort of vibe and chemistry between them that I just don't see them having with anyone else.

Let's start with Daniel, who is the obvious first choice: There is no denying how close he is with Max, but the feeling I get with those two is that they are two dude bros who are just so comfortable with each other and such good friends that nothing feels weird. They can joke about literally anything, no matter how inappropriate, no matter how sexual, and it's just funny. They have exactly the kind of familiarity you would see between two best friends, and they have no aversion to getting up close and personal with each other. There's no awkwardness between them whatsoever, and for that reason they just give me those frat boy vibes that I absolutely adore in a friendship. Watching them interact is hilarious at any given time.

As for Lando and Carlos, Max displays the same sort of ease that he has whenever he's interacting with Daniel, although obviously not at the same level, and more so with Lando than Carlos. Max has said it himself: Lando is literally his best friend on the grid, and they also don't seem to have any sort of aversion to physical touch: slapping each other's asses, being in each other's space, and generally displaying an easy sort of comfort you'd expect to see between really close friends. It's never awkward or weird, it's simply funny and comfortable, and it's so blatantly obvious how much they enjoy each other's company, both on and off the grid.

With Carlos, Max obviously shares the history of them being teammates at Toro Rosso, and although they weren't exactly best friends at the time (now if that isn't an understatement right there), they were both young and — like most young boys, let's be honest — stupid. Hot-headed, stubborn and arrogant, which typically doesn't lead to the best relationship in a sport that is as competitive as F1, especially not when you're in your teens. However, both Max and Carlos have grown up a lot since then, and now they seem to have developed a genuine friendship based on mutual respect and a history long since passed, and they seem comfortable around each other. Like with Daniel and Lando, there doesn't seem to be any awkwardness or underlying current of something tied to their interactions.

Now, with Charles, it's just different. And not just for Max, because Charles seems to have a very specific way of behaving around Max that I just haven't seen when he's around Lando, Carlos, Pierre, or anyone else on the grid. There are so many interactions in which both Charles and Max just seem giddy whenever they're around each other — you know, the kind of giddy you get when you're talking to somebody you have a crush on and you're not quite sure how to deal with it? Take this moment here in Bahrain 2022, for example. The quick looks, the smiles. If that isn't how you look at your fucking crush, then I don't know what is. Or this moment, with Charles rubbing at the back of his neck and looking all bashful after interacting with Max. Like, sir, what the fuck?

Whenever they interact, they don't display that same kind of comfort that they do with others, especially the other drivers already mentioned, but does this stop them from interacting? No. Does it deter them from seeking each other out practically every chance they get? Absolutely not. In fact, they seem to gravitate towards each other most of the time just like their hands always seem to gravitate towards each other's waists as soon as they're within touching distance for photos, and how other people briefly cease to exist once the two of them are engaged in conversation. Hell, I refer to Checo as Du-du-du-du-du-du-du Steve (Checo) and Third wheel Checo in my tags for a reason. (The things poor Checo has been forced to put up with when it comes to these two, including this cooldown room earlier this year.)

Oh, and did I mention Max literally interrupting Charles mid-interview in Bahrain at the beginning of the 2022 season, and Charles seemingly completely forgetting that he was being interviewed and keeping the conversation going, despite the fact that it's rude as fuck? Christ, how anyone puts up with them at this point is actually incredible.

There are also the numerous moments of intense eye contact while they're mid-conversation, the way Charles will remember the tiniest mention of Max from his engineer during a race and then bring it up, and Max fucking lighting up like a Christmas tree when he gets the chance to talk to Charles about it, and the way Charles is licking his lips before he realizes he's being recorded by Max. And anon, don't even get me started on their obsession with holding each other's waists as if that is a totally normal thing to be obsessed about with your emotional support rival. (Don't mind us, just gonna stand here and hold each other's waist while waiting for the others.)

Look, I am the absolute worst at keeping track of gifs and videos, which is probably for the best because if I was better at it, this would turn into a goddamned thesis, but there are just an endless supply of moments between Max and Charles where the vibe is just so far from being like the vibe either of them seem to have with any other driver on the grid. There is an underlying weirdness/awkwardness/shyness between the two of them that just screams "teenagers with a crush" for me, and that's why it's so easy for me to ship them. (And why it's impossible for me to ship either of them with someone else.)

#Asks #Anon #Anon asks #Lestappen

[not-goldy]

https://www.tumblr.com/not-goldy/748386443834048512/httpswwwtumblrcomnot-goldy748360102451511296

Tell me you’ve never interacted with the opposite sex (especially teenage boys) without telling me, lolz. I hope some of y’all are just super young and inexperienced tbh. If not, you’re in for a rude awakening when you’ll finally mesh with groups of males. I thought it was fairly obvious for everyone that males interactions with each other, no matter their sexual orientation (all my males friends are gay guys/yes, i'm that cliché, so what?) vs female interactions are vastly different. I'd even say worlds apart. Guys tease each other to no end with stupid comments all the damn time. (don't even start me with the "my cousin's brother's best friend ain't like that you're generalizing it's not true yada yada" of course I'm overgeneralizing duh still it's true for most men!)

Seriously, if a few comments made my a young guy - who could have been fighting with his sexual orientation at the time and overcompensating to hide it - is all it takes for you to dismiss the potentially of Jikook being a thing, you're totally clueless about the opposite sex that's all.

spoiler alert: guys don't suck each other's ears, don't play footsie under the table, don't look at each other's lips and so on without a reason, aka a sexual reason (or/and love). welcome to the real world anon.

Well if they're young they should go read a book or do homework or sommin. They have no business engaging in Character analysis of grown men who were their age at least a decade ago.

It's so annoying having any form of "intellectual" discourse with people who can't reason beyond their feelings.

They keep regurgitating the same old narratives with nothing to back it up. The whole "Jungkook is an ass" debacle was left in 2015. Talk about something else cos it's been debunked over and over.

There's literally nothing new with them.

And you can tell which of them just joined the Fandom cos they are the loudest buzzing in our ears with tired old shit as if it just happened.

They are not going, oh look we knew it Jungkook just did this nooooo it's how dare you say he's nice when he was 15 years and a minor and teased Jimin. They have nothing on Jungkook they've lacthed on to his childhood because without it they can't justify their hatred for him. And they have the nerves to talk about wanting love and gratitude from Jimin.

I for one don't take them seriously. LIKE AT ALL

[satcrns]

studying with the attack on titan boys ♡♡

featuring: porco, eren, armin, jean

porco: 

✯ personally, i see porco as someone who wants to study alone, but with enough pestering he will eventually cave and agree to go with you, but he will find ways to annoy you while you’re there. 

✯ like he’ll steal so many “sips” of your coffee that you’ll have to get another one or he’ll steal a highlighter or pen while you’re not looking and he loves to watch you look around for it. and then he just holds it up with a stupid smirk on his face, i hate him. he might even play footsie with you under the table just because he wants to see you look up at him annoyed. 

✯ but if he knows that you’re studying for a big exam or something you’re super stressed about, he’ll stop his teasing for one day and let you work while the being the good boyfriend he is and getting you whatever you need - he’ll pay for all the coffee you want <3 

eren: 

✯ good luck getting eren to actually study!! 

✯ he has so much energy poor boy can not stay still and focused for that long, you’ll look over at him and he’s watching people out of the window with a pout on his lips lol. 

✯ he will also 100% ask you questions about his homework even if it’s a class you aren’t taking, and if you can’t help he will fully facetime armin and ask him and you’ll have to be like “babe keep it down we’re in a library,” and then eren will be like “it’s ok baby, it’ll be quick” and then proceed to practically yell his question to armin. 

✯ also, the concept of earbuds/headphones does not exist to eren, he will deadass play his lectures out loud wherever you’re studying. 

✯ eren, like porco, will for sure do little things to annoy you and get you distracted from your homework, but he won’t let you get back to what you’re working on, if you’re in front of him that man is not studying. after 30 minutes he’ll be like: “baby, i’m hungry can we go get food :(” and you’re so annoyed from trying to study with him that you say yes. 

armin: 

✯ the best one to go and study with, he takes his studies the most serious out of everyone so of course he’ll make sure you’re taking yours seriously too. 

✯ armin comes prepared. he’s got his highlighters and pens laid out, pomodoro timer on, and classwork ready and pulled up. armin doesn’t want any distractions while he’s studying, so you two get a lot of work done. 

✯ but like, he’s so cute when he studies :( armin has the cutest focused face !! he’s the one distracting you with how cute he is!! his blonde hair is falling in front of his face and when he gets to an especially difficult questions his eyebrows furrow and he bites on his lower lip. ugh i love him. 

✯ also be prepared to be studying for hours! you’ll probably have to be the one to snap him out of studying and be like “armin it’s 9:00 and we still haven’t eaten dinner.” 

jean:

✯ jean is a mix of everyone depending on the day, like if there’s a big test coming up or he has a lot of homework, expect him to be on the armin side (not as extreme though) and if he doesn’t have much homework he’ll be more on the porco/eren side (again, not as extreme though) 

✯ jean will for sure respect that you have work to get done but he can still be a little shit like the others. he’ll probably send you a stupid text while your working on something that says something dumb like you look so pretty right now (heart eyes emoji) but he’s cute so you’ll let it slide 

✯ i also am obsessed with jean wanting to share airpods with you while you study but i know he would play great study music and then out of nowhere “astronaut in the ocean” plays and you’re like “haha jean really funny” and he says “i’m not joking.” 

#💌 — maddy’s works #🍂 — eren jaeger #🌊 — armin arlert #☁️ — porco galliard #🌱 — jean kirschtein #🏔 — attack on titan #aot x reader #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #eren jaeger x reader #armin arlert x reader #porco galliard x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #headcanons!!

[scaryspears]

Edenian supremacism probably comes with the Sindel retcon. They were originally allies of Earthrealm and as much victims of Shao Kahn as anyone else - Kitana and Jade were actually freedom fighters for Edenia. Why they're now apparently all soulless pieces of shit (and why the narrative turns against Kitana beginning with Aftermath, seriously listen to how Spawn just dunks on her), I think, has to do with a change in society as a whole.

As more and more previously unheard people speak up and tell their stories, more and more narratives are getting flipped, and rightly so - those we've been told to admire all our lives are turning out to be bigots at best and greedy, power-hungry butchers or heartless religious zealots at worst. Conversely, the people society whose voices society wishes it could silence - BIPOC, LGBTIA+, workers, those with disabilities (ND included), really anyone who's suffered at the hands of the powerful and privileged - are finally starting to be vindicated, to have their complaints validated, and their stories heard.

In other words, our heroes are turning out to be way worse people than our villains ever were, and fiction is starting to reflect this; The Boys would be a textbook example, nobody with superpowers in that franchise is anywhere near heroic, and honestly I'm a little disturbed that anyone would want to play Homelander in MK. The Edenians were presented as the most virtuous in the original universe, so they were the obvious choice to be the rotten bastards in MK11 (not a choice I exactly agree with, or even the Sindel retcon at all, but if I got to make every choice cheese curds would grow on trees, so)

Having made that observation, I still consider having villains more sympathetic than your heroes to be an immense failure on the part of the author. Let's be real, "princess" is part of Kitana's identity, and that implies she's up to her eyeballs in some sort of privilege. The thing is, free will exists, and privilege does not (or should not) hard-lock you into being an asshole. Even Kitana could have chosen integrity and real compassion, to do what's best for the people even when it came at expense to herself, but nope, she chose to play footsie with Kotal's buddies and attack people for not meeting her sky-high standards.

This is not the Kitana Outworld deserves, and this is not the Kitana the MK community deserves.

I'm falling asleep at my laptop rn, so good night and thank you for pointing out that Sonya is trash.

Goodnight.

Not gonna lie, I always saw Sindel as an evil character even with the whole mind control thing. If their own queen was willing to kill her own husband, an Edenian, to have a stronger one (Outworld-ian) then they shouldn't be flabbering about supremacy.

I've been meaning to vent out about Sonya but didn't know when.

"I'm a little disturbed that anyone would want to play Homelander in MK" I thought this was a joke when I first heard it, but I wouldn't be surprised if someone actually meant it.

When it comes to villainising the heroes I think it's more of a Severus Snape situation, where we the viewers find out there's more to the villains and the heroes. I think NRS figured we were tired of goody two shoes and wanted to see those goody two shoes be more humanised, if humanised means less decent. And then proceeded to butcher some beloved characters, I guess. Harry's been told his parents were good people only to find out they did terrible things. When shown that Mileena just wanted a family we can hold some kind of sympathy for her, even though it doesn't excuse the fact that she's a blood thirsty killer.

One thing to be noted is that there's a lack of consistency when it comes to the games, and not just designs, so when you're talking about "those we've been told to admire all our lives are turning out to be bigots at best and greedy, power-hungry butchers or heartless religious zealots at worst." I think it's the writers changing their minds to fit the mindset of current audiences, acknowledging that it's not just kids playing the games nowadays and it's their way of making things more realistic.

As a Johnny Cage stan, I can very much tell you that there's a lot of things wrong with him, but he's an angel in comparison to the other heroes. (even if he was sexist and mouthy in the past, he is the most relatable) He is a good example when making a flawed character in my opinion, or maybe I'm being too soft on the guy.

I don't think Scorpion was held accountable for screwing everyone over, either. Or killing Bi Han. Poor Bi Han.

#mortal kombat headcanons #mortal kombat 11 #anti bad kitana #mortal kombat theories #theories #criticism

[saintaemond]

your writing is so fucking bad it makes me want to play footsie under the table with you and step on your toenails so hard they fall off. seriously, your writing is a fucking hate crime, the way you miss on both alys and aemond’s personalities so bad and make them the most generic YA pairing oh my god you should just kill yourself next time you think about opening google docs”

thanks for the articulate feedback. especially love how you managed to weave in that i should kill myself. over fanfiction.

listen, i'm sorry if you didn't get off to my story, but there are plenty of other writers who write aemond as some daddy dom sex god and alys as some sort of manipulative double agent. feels like that's what your galaxy brain is after. you are actually free to to do so and you are free to write your own story!

also don't ever tell people you don't know to kill themselves, i don't know what possessed you to write that but don't do that anymore. over fanfiction as well for the love of god

#it's media! #it's fanfic! #aemond x alys #alysmond

[angelic-petty]

out of context yyy quotes i think about a lot

“free? that’s my second favorite four letter word!”

“go for the nuts, yin! i mean the bolts too but go for the nuts!” *barely five seconds later* “take that evil nuts.”

*after exiting a public restroom with a ?* “man, do you have any idea how hard it is to get blood and car parts off your knuckles?”

“the boobie trap museum, which should be safe for you cause you don’t have any-” 

“if he said that in an airport, they’d haul him away.”

“seriously, you came back after the commercial? man i’d of been gone.”

“for the love of evil! does anyone have an audition that doesn’t involve eye push ups?”

“the fooplicate powers are edible? they melt in your mouth and absorb into your system!”

“i’m that much closer to boys objectifying me. :)”

“does he breathe through his neck like a dolphin?”

“you’re an ant car! ant cars don’t explode!”

“yin, we’re in a dumb sitcom. we don’t have the budget for a live. concert.”

“do you want me to use my twonicorn magic to stop your falling, and stuff? and fix every bone in your body, and stuff?” “YES!”

*after vomiting* “hey, there’s my mint.”

“like i said before, he did this!” *exactly one second of silence* “jerk >:(”

“you didn’t think you were playing footsies with your sister, cause that is weird.”

“did people understand you when you had all your teeth?”

“yang, there’s only one way we can get out of this cage, and it’s with outside help.” “well i’ve never been much of one for prayer but i guess anything’s worth trying.”

“grandma’s underpants i’m under attack!”

#yin yang yo #yin yang yo! #yyy #this show was funny okay #hush prima

[theangryjikooker]

Hello there 👋🏽 I literally just found out about you on twitter; someone said they read your blog with their morning coffee like a daily newspaper and of course I had to rush over 😆😆 Plus your name alone got me super curious. So I've been scrolling your feed for a long while now and I do see where you're coming from. 💯 Until they tell us themselves we don't really know dick. That part is true. And I know u understand where we who believe they're indeed together, why we feel that way. But after seeing where u stand I have a question. GCFs and RB aside what about the things we do see? Like when they secretly held hands behind Suga. Twice? (Summer package & dynamite behind the scenes thing) and what about both BV footsies where one wasn't innocent @ all? Don't moments like this make you go 🤨🧐 i ask because one can be in doubt and then Jikook go and pull some shit and you're just like-

I'm still going through your blog 2 understand u better but I was curious about what u thought about moments like these that if it was, say a male and female there would be no doubt that they're an item or boning @ the very least. Thanks 4 your time! 😜

I was wondering why I came back to a surge of followers. Who do I need to thank?

I think what's funny is that I'm not a stranger to this. I know people have talked about me on Twitter and Discord, and most of those people are just talking shit, so it's a bit unsettling when someone random is building me up. I'm thankful, but it's honestly a bit more nerve-wracking than if people didn't take me seriously (as it should be, let's be real).

But to answer your question, those moments in particular are ones that I don't think about that often–or at all, really, unless they're brought up. Sure, they're interesting because those scenarios invite detective work, even though no one can really confirm anything is happening.

The alleged hand-holding on the couch is one I'll entertain, but only because I like the idea of it. Do I think it's actually happening? Yes and no, I can see both sides.

BTS members are hilariously synchronized in their movements, but admittedly something shifty was happening in that moment. I still wouldn't say I'm confident enough to confirm either scenario, so it's much easier to let it play out and move on to a Jikook moment that I'd consider more noteworthy.

In general, one of the things all shippers appear to have in common is interpreting things in a 2D space instead of a 3D one. There have been numerous times where shippers assume one person of their ship is looking at the other, but if you were to actually watch a wider or different angle, they're looking at something beyond our line of sight. When things look unclear or are obscured too much to conclude anything special, I lose interest in it quickly. Shipping is really an imperfect practice, so by and large, I tend to be selective about the Jikook moments I focus on.

I should also add that being male or female has very little to do with how I interpret things. A lot of shippers like to use that as an argument: "If it was a boy and girl, you'd think something was going on!" No. In fact, that argument plays into social ignorance as much as those who refuse to acknowledge that attraction looks the same between cishet and queer couples. Just because two people are friends or are close doesn't automatically mean anything intimate is going on between them. It's a common gripe that people have and lends into this stupid notion that boys and girls can't be friends, which is false. I would never assume two people off the street, regardless of gender, are anything unless they're giving each the other a tongue kissing of their life–and even then who's to say they're dating? The same can be said about Jikook or any of the other ships. I'm invested enough to want to play with their narrative, but none of this is supposed to be taken seriously (unless there comes a day where there is something between them to be serious about).

#TAJ asks #mrs-monaghan #jikook #kookmin #bts fandom #bts shipping

[pastelwitchybabygirl]

All 25 👀

HHHHHHHH okay, but I won't answer the ones I just did!

1: are you single?

Nope, I'm in a polycule of 3 people.

2: do you like anyone right now?

Yes, one of my best friends, I have a thing for cute girls with pink/purple hair (or girls specifically who are just my friend)

3: how do you act when you have a crush?

I am so brave in text and so NOT in person, so I will text and flirt and I am a fan of urging them to love themselves a bit and reward them for doing so.

4: which gender(s) are you into?

Loaded question. I kinda do not care? I identify most with lesbianism, but I am with a male partner right now and a female partner as well, and they both tell me I'm just a lesbian.

5: how long do you need to know someone before you can develop feelings for them?

Not long at all, I am a crusher for sure

6: are you usually the first one to make a move?

In the past, it's been 50/50, both of my partners who are with me are with me because I made the first move. I'm not exactly the prettiest person in the world, so I just know if I don't shoot my shot, nobody will ever look my way. I coast a lot on charisma.

7: how could someone make you swoon?

Manhandle me. Seriously, move me around, grab my chin, hover over me, tug my hair, jfc just touch me

9: do you like pda?

Yes, I love PDA, I wish my partners were both affectionate, one of mine doesn't like touch in public...

10: do you get flustered when someone is flirting with you?

In person, yes, but sometimes over text I can put my phone down and go take a quick lap around my home and come back just fine.

12: how do you show affection?

I cook. I make food, I touch, I buy gifts or make gifts for people. My love language is acts of service, so I just want my lovers to be provided for. Both are irritatingly independent.

13: would you consider being with multiple people romantically?

Lmao please see polycule

14: do you like playing footsies?

I'm gonna be a priss, but only if your feet aint scaly, because if your heels are catching on my nice silk pajama pants, I will kill you and I will not feel remorse.

16: do you like being kissed (and if so, where)?

God, where do I not like it? I love my ears being bit when kissing, I like my neck for people I trust, my shoulders, lips, I love making out, jfc. \

18: favorite massage technique?

Oof ummmm I never like partners to do it because both of mine complain about doing it

19: which spots are your sensitive spots?

Inner thighs, my boobs are SOOO sensitive, like biting feels amazing but I get super writhy. Consider me 5'5 of just being sensitive.

20: do you prefer when people are rough or gentle with you?

Gentle on my neck, but everywhere else, go nuts

21: do you like to take charge or do you like being handled?

Please handle me, I'm desperate.

22: what’s your favorite flirty move?

Putting my hand on people's inner thigh and stroking softly

23: describe a time you won someone over with flirting

I was so awkward that I accidentally asked out my first girlfriend practicing to ask someone else out and she thought it was cute

24: describe a time someone won you over with flirting

My fiance kissed me for the first time using just one finger to move my gaze and ohghghgohwoihghighfuckingchrist

25: vague about someone you like romantically or platonically

I'm not vague. Bestie, I know you read my posts, if you were not two states over, I would be IN you every night

[preraphaelitepunk]

My goal for this month was to post fics at least three times a week. That goal has, shall we say, not been realized. I’ve been writing every day, though, and have amassed about 18k on my current WIP -- approximately 5k of which has gone into my “holding cell” folder, also known as the “this no longer works so let’s trash it but still preserve it because I can’t stand to throw it out” pile.

Just for giggles (or, more likely, groans), here’s an early rough scene that got yanked, in which I discovered that I have absolutely no idea how people play footsie or how to write such a thing.

WIP discard pile #1

One of the very best things about being unemployed, Crowley decided, was that he no longer had to hide it when he gazed adoringly at his angel. They no longer had to hide at all. Breaking the habits of six millennia, of the intricate dance around their feelings and the terror and hurt and miscommunications, was not simple, and there had been many unexpected bumps and potholes in the road. When one of them said the wrong thing or went too far — and Crowley knew it was always a matter of when and not if — they had promised each other they’d stay and talk about it, intentions and effects and how to do better in the future. No more fleeing, no more decades-long naps. It was exhilarating, and rather terrifying.

They were getting better at it, though, this open communication thing. And they had time now to practice.

“More tiramisu, angel? I don’t think I’ll finish mine.”

Aziraphale dabbed his mouth with his napkin. “Oh, I shouldn’t.”

“Just go to waste otherwise.” Crowley nudged the half-empty dessert plate across the table. “Be a shame if it just got thrown out. Go on, you know you want to.”

“Well,” he dithered, more for show than anything, and a teasing smile tweaked the corners of his lips. “All right, you’ve tempted me into it.”

“’Swhat I do, angel. Your own personal temptation demon. Practically an act of charity, keeping me off the streets like this, letting me tempt you instead of random humans.”

Aziraphale smirked around a spoonful of tiramisu. Swallowing, he said lightly, “Who knows how many souls I’ve saved from your wicked wiles?” A brogued toe nudged against Crowley’s instep.

“Oh, countless, I expect. Tons and tons of souls.”

“Then I suppose I’ll just have to keep you around a while longer, my love. For the good of humanity, of course.” The toe slid higher, circling Crowley’s pointy ankle bone.

“Of course.” Crowley solemnly sipped his drink as he allowed his own foot to twine around Aziraphale’s calf. He’d be blessed if he’d break first.

Aziraphale’s left eyebrow twitched, but he recovered quickly, retaliating with a toe-up-the-trouser-cuff move that made Crowley’s eyes widen behind his sunglasses. “Did I tell you I have some new books on order?”

“I’m shocked, angel. So unlike you.” There: that spot behind the angelic knee. It was a vulnerability, but required a delicate touch and a bit of a stretch.

“Ahem. Er, yes, some lovely volumes came up for, ah, auction online. I’m particularly excited about Foxe’s Actes and Monuments. Sixteen thirty-two, original leather binding, absolutely gorgeous engravings. Not very accurate text, I’m afraid — he got a bit carried away writing some of the lives of the martyrs.” Putting down his spoon on the scraped-clean plate, Aziraphale shot an impish glance at Crowley, scooted down in his chair a bit, and went for the kill: a long, slow slide up the inner calf and ending with a delicate flourish above the knee.

That did it: Crowley couldn’t help grinning and squeaking in delight. How did such a noise even come out of him? Mortifying. “You win, angel, you win.��

The napkin made a repeat appearance, dabbing at smug lips. “I always do, my love. Now, I wonder what your forfeit should be?” His eyes sparkled as he reached for Crowley’s hand and squeezed it.

“Got anything in mind?” Crowley said.

“One or two things, perhaps.”

Ooh, that sounded promising. Clearing his throat, Crowley raised a hand a little more eagerly and a little less suavely than he might have intended. “Cheque, please.”

#good omens fanfic #ficlet #aziraphale and crowley #ineffable husbands #ineffable spouses #ineffable footsie #no seriously how do people play footsie #outtakes from wip #writing #ineffable nonsense #i have a better opening scene for them now i think

[starfirette]

The Mysterious Case of Margot

An 18+ Tale

Once again @zhellas is a genius and has supplied me with this absolute gem of a prompt: R fucks Harley so hard her brain gets messed up and she starts thinking she's some Australian woman named Margot Robbie.

Masterlist | 18+ | Smut | This is sorta a crack fic so don't take it too seriously | Male! Reader | uh head injuries and overall Harley being a little ditzy | Harley with piercings is my kink

You loved playing footsies with Harley, especially now among the cinnamon and butter and hot dough that was baking just across the way. The new Metropolis Mall was open and Harley really wanted to go because it had an indoor roller coaster. You didn't mind making the trip; it was always really fun to hang out with your girlfriend normally, rather than it being under dire circumstances.

Harley was growing impatient, though, because she was waiting for her Starbucks drink. It was a monstrosity of an order; you could feel the rage of the cashier/barista as she had to ring it up. Harley ordered the same thing every time. A Grande Mocha Frappuccino with whipped cream and strawberry puree at the bottom, and extra "expresso” as Harley pronounced it.

"How long is this going to take," Harley groaned as she cleaned her polished nails with a coffee stir.

You looked at the Starbucks counter, seeing a drink sat up. It looked like her drink, and it was the only one there.

"You sure that's not it?"

Harley, grabbing her purse and dragging you along, inspected to drink.

"Nah. This is for a dame called Margot."

You shook your head. “Harley, that's your drink. Read the ingredients."

Harley's crystalline blue eyes narrowed as she snatched up the cup and read the sticker. She nodded, ticking off the order as it went along, only to cringe when she reread the name. "Harley doesn't sound like Margot," she decided. She released the cup.

"I doubt there's anyone else in this mall that would order your drink,” you pointed out.

"What's wrong with my drink?" She demands.

You blanched, at a loss for words for a split second wherein you imagined her throwing you over the counter for disrespecting her drink. "Nothing. Nothing, baby. It's just...intricate. The odds of two people ordering that drink are very low. Besides, we're the only ones still waiting."

Harley seemed to struggle with an internal force as she grabbed the drink. Her pale fingers tensed as she squeezed the cup and stuck the straw in. "I guess," she said. She took a large sip. "It tastes like my order."

You sighed, struggling not to become impatient because you know it would just hurt her feelings. "It is your order. Starbucks is notorious for messing up names."

"Well why couldn't they have called me Halsey. Or Robin. Or Hans."

You shook your head. "It doesn't really matter, babe," you told her, trying to be firm but soft. She let out a prolonged sigh. She stirred her straw around before studying the drink up close as if it were a Petri dish. "I guess it works. But if there's some Margot out there waiting for her drink-,"

"-There's not-,"

"-then that loss is on you."

"I'll deal with the consequences," you said before you wrapped your arm around her waist. "Let's just ride the damn Superman roller coaster and get out of here."

That day turned out to be rather fun. Harley forgot about the Starbucks nonsense and you both waited in line for the ride. It took an hour to get through the line, but it was worth it just to hear Harley scream and laugh.

Back at home, Helena, your roommate, was gone, likely doing something secretive and illegal. She was sort of a mafia boss, or so Harley claimed.

Harley tossed her empty Starbucks cup out, seeming glad to be rid of it. "Where are the kiddies?" she wondered.

The kiddies she referred to were actually her pets, Bruce and Wayne, the two rescue hyenas. She used two fingers to whistle for them. The animals came binding down the stairs in an instant, coming to Harley and looking at her expectantly. You'd learned that hyenas formed packs and even looked up to an alpha female; you learned again that Harley was the alpha female to the pair. Harley did a surprisingly good job at taking care of them. She used them to dispose of bodies, so that they wouldn't be frustrated. She also took them out on hunt and had them trained. They were cuddly and loved sweets; they also loved to cuddle up next to you, so that was really good. Harley couldn't be with someone who the hyenas didn't trust.

The jumped up on her legs before going to you for a scratch beneath the chin.

Harley refilled their food and water, adding in a few drops of breath freshener that you suspected was generally used for dogs or cats.

Harley wasn't a "general" girl, and nor were her friends or her pets or anything she ever did.

After refreshing themselves, the two animals pawed at the sliding glass door, silently asking to roam in the large backyard lined with tall fences.

Harley latched the door shut before she leaned dramatically against the glass. “It would seem we’re alone.”

You tried to take her seriously as she clumsily stripped off her shirt and posed pornographically, even pursing her lips into a duck face sort of mask. Despite this, you found yourself carrying Harley into your shared bedroom; it was messy, with clothes strewn on the floor, framed selfies on the countertops, and the TV playing Friends, as it had been last night. Neither you nor Harley felt the need to straighten up or to shut the television off as you both quickly undressed.

Harley, naked and exposed, her beautiful snow white skin so warm and inviting, spread her legs as she beckoned you to the bed. Your fingers shook as they pumped at the throbbing length of your cock.

Her cunt enveloped you greedily, latching down around you with hot walls. The feeling was indescribable. You could hear the squeaks of the mattress on the IKEA bed frame. You could hear the sound of the sex, best described as a squelching noise as you rocked your cock back and forth.

Harley’s bellybutton ring glittered as she stretched out on the bed. She was flexible thanks to a lengthy history of competitor gymnastics, and so she was able to lift her legs and wrap them almost around your neck like a scarf.

Harley was moaning loudly, gushing your name as she swore.

You were trembling all over as you fucked deeper into her, pinching one of her perky nipples as you tried to remain steady and remember not to pass out from the pleasure.

“Want ya’ to cum inside me,” Harley cooed. “And I want ya’ to kiss me as you do so. Kiss me like a Black-and-White-movie star.”

You couldn’t contain the laughter that spilled over your deep grunts. Harley grinned at you. She was very talented at making you smile, and over all making you feel giddy. Every time was like the first time. Her wit and charm kept you wrapped around her finger, eagerly waiting for more while you just fall deeply in love with her.

You pulled Harley up, her arms and legs readjusting so she was sitting on your lap. She helped meet your thrusts, pushing her pale, tattooed hips against your thick cock.

You gathered her platinum hair into your hands, practically pulling the locks as you pressed your mouth against hers. Her breath was decked in the chocolate coffee she desperately wanted earlier, her tongue swiping competitively against yours as you two continued to rut against one another. Her tongue piercing nudged across the roof of your mouth as she made delicious noises that reverberated into your lungs.

Her sharp teeth bit hard into your tongue, making your body spasm as she laughed with satisfaction.

Her fingers were bruising your biceps as she gripped tight.

“Cum inside,” she whined impatiently into your mouth. “I want you to cum inside me.”

You groaned, pulling her hair tightly as she deviantly rolled her hips into you, her cunt pulsating around your cock.

The room went into an uproar of pleasured screams and cursing as your cock twitched inside of her, spraying your load of cum straight inside.

Her mouth worked desperately against yours as she squealed in delight.

The mattress suddenly shifted, falling down against the floor as the bed slats keeping it up shifted out of place.

Harley’s blonde head whacked against the headboard.

“Don’t stop!” Harley Quinn demanded when you paused, already in motion to tend to her surprise injury.

Harley manhandled you back to be parallel against her torso. Her hands wrenched in your hair as she kissed you again, moaning as you continued to fuck out your orgasm.

There wasn’t a drop left for you to give by the time you both came to a stop, left shuddering against each other.

“You okay?” You laughed into her ear as you touched the top of her head.

“‘M fine,” Harley giggled back as she wound her legs around your torso to fit in a tight cuddle. You could feel your seed spilling out of her little hole. It dropped onto your stomach before she rolled over and spread out her limbs, like a cat bathing in sunshine.

She opened her mouth as though to speak but she quickly closed it. Her face scrunched with confusion as she clearly became lost in her own mind. You rolled to your side, and made the mistake of asking her what was wrong.

She was enamored by whatever she was thinking, even nodding along to her own thoughts before she explained.

“You’re gonna think I’m crazy,” she guffawed, “but I just realized somethin’ totally insane.”

She rolled over to look you in the eye, gripping you by the shoulder. “When you were making love to me, and then I hit my head, I think I saw into another dimension.”

There wasn’t much you could do but stare, because you knew she wasn’t joking. When she was joking around it was obvious, but, right now, she looked completely serious. She rolled over and searched for her thick, acrylic glasses, pushing them up her nose as she quickly tried to explain what she had so passionately discovered.

“I thought that the coffee cup thing was just an accident,” she began as she wiggled and jumped into a pair of low rise jeans. “BUT!” (She held up a finger.) “I REALIZED that it couldn’t just be an accident. Just like that hunky Jason Vorhees says, ain’t nothin a coincidence. There is only the illusion of coincidence.”

“When did Jason Vorhees say that?” You asked, trying to focus on one statement at a time.

“In the movie with Natalie Portman,” Harley tried to explain. “They’re, like, English. He blew up Parliament!”

“That’s not Jason Vorhees.”

“But he’s got the mask.”

“That’s V,” you explained.

“Who the hell is V!” She put her hands on her hips.

“V. As in V for Vendetta. That’s not a Jason mask he wears, it’s a Guy Fawkes mask. Those are two completely different movies.”

She didn’t care about your apparent mastery in film and cinema.

“Whoever said it was right. Y/n, I’m Margot!” She clutched invisible pearls as she said that.

You swung yourself out of bed. You held her face and brought her close, staring into each of her eyes. “Are you on drugs? Let me see your pupils.”

“NO! I am not on drugs,” Harley declared, pushing you back. “I’m telling ya, it was like I saw myself in another life. And my name…is Margot. Margot Robbie. She’s fantastic. She’s…she’s Australian.”

You held her by the shoulders, attempting to be gentle as you broke the bad news: “You have never been to Australia.”

She gasped, looking offended. Her wide eyes were filled with pure shock as she once again grasped at her throat in such a manner she seemed an actress from the 40s. “You don’t believe me.”

“I believe that you’ve got a head injury,” you said calmly. You also believed that she’s been in physical therapy and counseling for the past month—it was just a month ago that she’d been strung up, beat, and subjected to electric torture in Corto Maltese. She called you Milton a few times, genuinely believing that was your name.

“I’m Margot,” Harley declared passionately. “Somewhere, somewhere in that world, I am Margot Robbie. You just gotta believe me.”

She put a hand on your chest, her blue eyes doey and true. “Believe me?”

Ah. Fuck it.

“Sure. Yeah. I believe ya.”

She grinned and pulled you down for a kiss. Her tongue slipped past your lips, swiping the roof of your mouth before she pulled away. “That doesn’t mean you can call me Margot in bed,” she warned, shaking a finger at you dangerously.

“I wouldn’t dream of it!” You quickly defended. “Is there any point I should be calling you Margot?”

Harley tilted her head in thought, her glasses slipping down her nose. “Bank holidays, I guess.”

“Good to know.” That being said, you pressed a kiss to her nose.

Though Harley might be…a little odd…you loved her dearly; intensely. She’s been through so much. There are days when her mind is clear and she’s a fragment of the woman she once was. And in opposition, there are days when it’s hard for her to function, when she forgets everything and lays in bed, demanding total silence while she cries. You didn’t care that she was weird or odd or strange—you didn’t care that she wasn’t “normal” anymore.

She was still herself. She was still Harley—or Margot, depending on your persuasion.

You loved her for her, and you didn’t care if that meant that sometimes she wanted to go by Margot, or visit the Australian desert.

Besides. Margot Robbie is a nice name.

And if, by some miracle, Harley was right, then you like to think that there’s a world out there with you at Margot’s side.

You would never, ever realize that Harley is right—and that in a distant universe, she is but a piece of fiction being portrayed by Margot Robbie; and as for you? You’re just a person, on Tumblr, reading a fanfiction.

#smut #harley quinn x male reader #harley quinn x reader #Harley Quinn imagine #the suicide squad imagine #the suicide squad x reader #male reader #the suicide squad #suicide squad x reader #suicide squad imagine #birds of prey x reader #birds of prey imagine #harley quin #harleen quinzel x reader #dc x reader #dc imagine #dceu x reader #dceu imagine #margot robbie #starfirette writes #my badass mutuals

[workofheart]

eren jaeger relationship hcs

eren’s turn! modern relationship hcs. nsfw under the cut as per usual <3 levi ver.

really clingy. when ur away on a trip or something, he definitely cuddles your pillow and buries his head in it. might also spray your perfume on his hoodie so he can be reminded of you throughout the day (as if you aren’t already on his mind 24/7)

on that note, LOVES seeing you in his clothing. i feel like for most guys this is true and people mention it all the time, but eren especially. it makes him feel mushy and horny at the same time (more on that later) bc it just drapes over your shoulders perfectly. like he sees you and has to suck in a breath and look away to collect himself or else he’ll just become a puddle on the floor

likes hearing verbal affirmations. when you compliment him, tell him you’re proud of him, he gets all warm and fuzzy inside. it means so much coming from you and he knows you're genuine

really goofy, this is to be expected - tries to get you to laugh bc it raises his self esteem and confidence. he just likes looking at you being happy and smiling, it makes him feel so warm inside

definitely hides behind corners when he hears you walking or coming down the stairs so he can jump out and scare you. don’t worry though, because he always proceeds to hug you and kiss your forehead or temple to say he’s sorry but only kind of bc ur reaction was priceless. the little whack u give his arm in annoyance? he lovessss it bc it’s like he knows u still love him even when he is a little obnoxious

eren is definitely one of those enemies to lovers kind of guy bc he desperately wants someone to love him not necessarily in spite of his flaws, but with his flaws. he needs u to acknowledge that he’s far from a perfect person but still love him regardless

his favorite kind of dates are park dates. he likes going on warm & sunny days to throw a frisbee around with you in the open fields. i feel like he’s a basketball guy so he’ll bring you onto the court and play knockout... when he loses, will tell you he let you win on purpose for the sake of his ego 

lolll imagine him critiquing your free throw form or something and coming up behind you to fix it (it wasn’t actually that bad, he just wanted an excuse to be near you)

really needs physical touch. he’s the kind of guy who will always be in contact w you in some way or another. when driving, his hand will be on your thigh or holding yours on top of the center console, same for if you’re out at restaurants but under the table. he’d definitely try and play footsies with you if you’re sitting across from him rather than beside him. when sleeping, he holds you really tight and won’t let you roll over so you better just get comfortable. 

doesn’t mind being ur photographer and taking pics for you. he takes some time to learn the methods for the best pics but he eventually gets it

this is kind of random but when playing minecraft, he always blows up creepers and never fills in the creeper holes :| sorry. to make up for it he’ll get you music discs. also likes just going on little adventures to find a sand biome two thousand blocks away and just walking with you in game

on this topic actually i LOVE the idea of gamer bf eren. like not the league-and-monster-drinking kind but sumn about him in a headset and sitting at the edge of his bed... but he’ll definitely teach you how to play shooter games and will be so nice about it, won’t get mad at you, will give you little kisses when you’re not doing well and getting frustrated, and if you’re playing in online lobbies together he’ll stick by you the whole time and carry you

always sending you tiktoks & tries to get you to do all the trends with him. they never go viral but he goes back and watches them when he misses you

i peg him as a cat guy! really good with animals in general. i think most people would expect him to be a dog person since he can be loud and rowdy and excited, but on an emotional level i think he also just likes to be calm and relaxed and would get along with cats well. also teases you when animals reject you for him.

definitely writes about you in his journal. he jots down funny things you say or do or moments you shared so he never forgets any of them, and when he misses you he’ll read through them :( imagine when you’re so much older and he has documented proof of his love for you back when he was young please it makes me cry

also writes down little poetic words or things that remind him of you. he’ll hear a quote in a movie or a book or a song that instantly makes you pop into his head and he just has to write it down. he’s probably tried writing poems or songs about you, but he keeps those really secret because he’s embarrassed

this is kind of random but i think he’s a total beach person! likes going to spend days in the sun, builds sand castles and asks for your rating, drags you into the water to swim with him, will dive under and grab your ankles to freak you out, also looks really good in swim trunks but that's besides the point

he hates to see you upset and tries to cuddle the sadness out of you. when needs be, he’s a really good listener and doesn’t mind letting you just vent. when you cry, he pulls you in for a really tight hug and cradles your head - also because if he sees you crying, he’ll start to cry too because he genuinely feels for you 

tries his best to take care of you when you’re sick. not really a good cook or anything, but he’ll make you a grilled cheese or a pop tart, albeit a little crispy even though it’s his third attempt. doesn’t mind being near you and isn’t afraid of getting sick so he’ll cuddle you anyway

loses focus when you’re talking to him sometimes but it’s not because he’s not listening, it’s because he just gets caught up in staring at you and how you look when you talk bc he just adores you. when you snap him out of his, he always gets all red and blushy :(

nsfw under the cut (18+)

really likes sending & receiving nudes/lewds. he always goes for the torso selfie to show off his chest/abs when sending, and it doesn’t matter to him what you send back because he’ll like anything you have to offer

and his responses aren’t lame either. NOT the type to send you a thumbs up or a “ayo you sexy as hell fr doe” - he will hype you up with dirty talk because he seriously means it. honestly might just send you a voice message, or call you if you’re alone and available bc while he might look at pics of you from time to time for aesthetics, the majority of the time he’s jacking off

so you know how i said he likes seeing you in his clothing? he especially likes nudes of you in his clothes. send him a pic wearing his zip up hoodie & nothing else and he’s yours 

he prefers being in control/being on top but doesn’t mind if you want to take the reigns every once in a while

throws his head back and groans when u give him head. that's the image.

one of his favorite positions is when you’re in doggy but he pulls you up by the arms so your back is against his chest. he’ll snake a hand around to rub tight little circles on your clit, might put his hand around your throat if you like it. heavenly.

reallyyyy dirty mouth omg. asks sooo many teasing questions, likes hearing you say his name. “you like that, princess?” “louder for me” “who’s making you feel this good?” ugh and it’s not awkward either he makes it sound so good

has a lot of energy and a lot of stamina. stroke game will make you pass out, he’s so smooth and sets such a rhythm with his hips

things that get him going: kissing under his jaw, especially up by his ear. sucking his fingers. tugging on his hair. running your nails down his back.

pins your thighs to the bed when he eats you out. likes to make you squirm and loooves to edge you. super teasing in every way

can we just talk about his voice for a sec... he has the prettiest moans and isn’t afraid to let you know how he’s feeling. when you’re in missionary, he’ll hold himself up with one elbow, hold your hand with the other, and will lean down to moan right in your ear. sometimes does it on purpose bc he knows it turns you on from how you clench around him

usually has a death grip on that sensitive spot between your hips and your waist so he has something to hold on to while he pounds you

when he cums, he 100% buries his face in the crook of your neck, might even bite down from time to time 

can totally see him going harder if he knows there’s people around, he doesn’t care who it is that’s outside the door but they’re gonna hear how good he’s making you feel whether you like it or not

wants to see your face when you cum. will definitely tell you to cum for him and keep your eyes open when he’s really feeling it - your expression makes him nut so fucking hard lawwddd

daps u up after sex just cause he’s weird like that lol

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[poguestvff]

Used To The Cold — S. Cameron

In which Sarah Cameron comes to a realization after her girlfriend moves across the country.

taglist | main masterlist | 2.0k words

warning(s): none, fluff, i heart sarah <33

Have you ever lost something that held either so many memories or brought a sort of happiness that just warmed you immediately even at the sight of it? Most people have something like that. Such as for children when it comes to losing stuffed animals or action figures that were a source of comfort, they missed it like hell. Said children grow up and look for a new source of comfort. Some teenagers found it in weed and alchohol, others in sports. For Sarah Cameron, she grew out of the beautiful pink blanket her father had gotten her as a toddler. As she grew into a teenager, she found a new solace.

Her girlfriend.

Sarah made it very apparent to show her love to her girlfriend who, at one point, was just her best friend who she could hardly even bare to be away from. Sarah had known she'd loved Y/n before they even got together by the way Sarah had never felt claustrophobic in the friendship that she held with the other girl. She said the three words within the first six months of being with her, words she had never spoken to another being other than her family. It was a word she, personally, took seriously. For her to say it to Y/n showed the amount of trust she held within her. Trust to not feel so closed off with Y/n.

At the beginning of the relationship, Sarah was glad that not much had changed between the two of them. That Y/n let her have her space whenever she needed it without the dependent need to be together all day though it quickly became backwards. Sarah grew even more clingy to Y/n, hardly able to deal without her hands being stuck to her girlfriend like glue. Whenever they went out to lunch, Sarah played a one sided game of footsies that only brought a smile upon Y/n’s features, one of Sarah’s favorite traits about her. Sarah loved the idea of always having a person to call her own, Y/n seeming to be the one person who could bring out her newfound touchiness. Though, sometimes she pondered on whether Y/n herself was even handling it or if she just ‘put up’ with it. If she did have an indifference towards Sarah’s actions, she surely never showed her disinterest in it.

Though the last time Sarah had held on to her girlfriend felt soul crushing and gut wrenching. As the two of them stood on the creaky, wooden dock just before the ferry, Sarah felt drained. Between the amount of crying she’d done in just the past few days had been enough to make her want to sleep forever and the comfort of her girlfriends arms around her hadn’t helped that feeling. Tears held a steady stream down both of their faces though Sarah was the one who was unable to contain her sobs. People passed around them, solemn looks given to the two of them as they listened in on the sniffles and soft wails.

Y/n didn’t need to be a genius to understand that this was twice as hard for Sarah as it would be for her. Y/n was leaving, miles away that Sarah couldn’t even pin on when the next time she’d being able to hold on to her would be. All she knew was that this embrace that Y/n held on her would be the last one for months and there wasn’t a thing that would be able to make up for it between now and then.

It evoked an indescribable sort of fear within Sarah but she knew it was immutable. If Sarah could, she'd even drop her whole life within Outer Banks to follow her girlfriend across the world. There wasn't much Sarah wouldn't do and there wasn't much Y/n wouldn't do for Sarah either, including the moving date having already been pushed back a month because of Y/n's several arguments with her parents.

"I don't want you to go." sarah whispered as y/n kissed her neck. She could hear the blonde's pained and wavering voice, how affected she already was even as Y/n hadn't even stood on the boat yet.

"I know, lover." the y/h/c girl spoke in a low tone, only sarah able to hear her words of affirmation. Y/n was first to pull back, placing her hands on Sarah's cheeks. The sight of Sarah with puffy eyes and a quivering lip made y/n's heart throb and a guilty feeling blanket over her like a raising tide. "i'll visit. Every chance I get, you know I will."

"It won't be the same." she lamented. Y/n placed her lips against Sarah’s, delicately as if the blonde were made of porcelain. When Y/n's parents had called for her and Ward and Rose had called Sarah away from the dock, Sarah only seemed to want to cling further, fingers pressing further into the thin jacket Y/n worse, but their time had finally run out. Even after weeks of pretending that they had all the time in the world, like nothing could pull the two of them apart, it had happened.

The first few weeks, the whole Cameron house had known Sarah spent most of her nights crying herself to sleep and the entire Y/l/n house knew Y/n was not going to be speaking to them for a little while due to their newest decision. Both groups of parents hadn't known that pulling the duo away from one another would become such a quagmire for each of them.

When Y/n did finally decide to talk to her parents, it was usually to say she was leaving to explore the area in which she refused to get to know the first few days. With a driver license, it gave her just a bit of freedom from her parents who's impromptu decisions had still caused for a tearing in their familial relationship.

Y/n sat in her parked car, a hot beverage in hand to adjust to the cold in which she'd just stood in for five minutes. All of it for a drink that wasn't even that good in her opinion but she dealt with it. With the hand not holding the steaming drink, she opened her phone, smiling immediately at the photo of her and sarah as her background. She unlocked it, scrolling around to find Sarah's contact and setting her phone up against the dashboard. While it began to ring, Y/n situated herself to begin to drive. "Hi, Y/n/n!" Sarah shouted excitedly the second she'd answered.

At her tone of voice did Y/n laugh. The enthusiasm was no surprise but it was funny to Y/n every time. "Hi, baby." She replied, fhe smile remaining on her face as she looked towards the screen. Sarah sat at her desk, her hands under her jaw though a pencil between her fingers. She had focused all of her attention from the papers in front of her to the driver on the other end of the phone. "What are you doing?"

The sound of whizzing paper had made Y/n glance to the phone seeing a math sheet now replacing Sarah's face before she placed it back down, a frown appearing on her features. "Math."

"Didn't you just start like two days ago?" Y/n asked, taking a sip from her drink.

"Yes and this teacher is an absolute bitch. You're just lucky you don't start for another week. You would hate Mr. Henley."

Y/n let out an awfully dramatic gasp. "Um, hello, Mr. Henley was literally my home room teacher last year, I'll have you know. Show some respect." She said, almost missing Sarah's chagrined look as she smiled.

"You're supposed to be on my side here."

"Sorry, i don't believe in biases, Sar." She joked for sarah to let out a small snicker.

"So tell me, how's minnesota?" Sarah asked, trying to spark up a conversation even if the distance was the same thing she wanted to keep her mind off of.

"Oh, it's so great. So many hot people." she remarked.

"You're not funny, no one has ever found you funny." Sarah replied though unable to hold in her laugh along with her girlfriend. "I'm serious. we haven't talked much about it and i don't want to like... avoid your new life now."

Y/n sighed, looking towards the phone to see Sarah looking back down at her work in front of her. "Fine. Well, it doesn't particularly suck. The no surfing part definitely does, though, but what can you do. And the coffee here... no, its just so bad, babe. granted, i only had one, and it's in my cup holder right now but it's gross."

"My coffee making is better, right?" Sarah asked as Y/n gave a hefty nod.

"So much better, even if it is the only thing you're good at making." Y/n laughed and Sarah attempted to refuse a smile, her cheeks quivering from trying to keep it down. "But the weather dropped today, randomly. It was seventy yesterday, fifty today but i think i'm getting used to the cold."

Sarah lifted her head back to the phone, watching Y/n focus on driving, her eyes diverting on places away from the screen. Sarah but at her inner cheek, drumming her fingers against the white wood that rested under her forearms. "Used to it?" Sarah asked. She knew Y/n's move was permanent at least until she was eighteen but something about those words made it seem more realistic. She was getting used to a place that wasn't home.

Y/n hummed. "Yeah, i'm probably being dramatic. I saw a guy walking around in a tank top and shorts while i'm wearing double pair of socks right now." she grinned at her own comment though picking up on Sarah's sudden discomfort when she replied with a small 'wow'. "Lover?"

"Yeah?"

"What's going on?" Y/n asked, the car slowing to a stop at a red light.

Sarah quickly shook her head. "No, it's nothing. Just... the work. Keep your eye on the road."

"Sarah." The blond recognized the tone of voice quickly.

"Just... I just fully realized how permanent this is. I won't see you until, what? December? That's a long time, Y/n! And, i get it, it's your home now and i can't do anything about it but—"

Y/n was quick to cut her off. "I never said this is home. Sure I live here but it's just a couple walls and a roof. It's not home, Sarah." Y/n began. "Home is you. And trust me, i've been missing home the second i got on that ferry."

Despite them having to look at one another through a glass screen the feeling—the connection between the two of them was still felt. Sarah could feel the normal warm feeling she would've gotten whenever Y/n would simply hold her hand or brush her hair over her ear. she held that much of an effect on Sarah in person and somehow even thousands of miles away.

Sarah hadn't even realized she had been staring for a total of twenty seconds until a singular tear fell down her blushing cheeks. she quickly sniffled, recomposing herself as she wiped it away. "Are you seriously making me cry right now?" She muttered with the way the atmosphere had become though relishing in the way Y/n laughed in response.

"Yes, thank you for ignoring everything i just said, lover." Y/n put the car back in drive as the light went green. Due to the steets being relatively empty in her new small town, she took the time to look back over at the phone to Sarah. "I love you."

Sarah's smile widened in thag very moment, pursing her lips before pushing them out. "I love you more."

"And don't worry. I won't get to used to it. I'll be back home, to you, before you even know it." Y/n took a small glance to the phone, enjoying Sarah's gaze that showed even with the distance put between the two of them, they'd be fine.

#outer banks x reader #outer banks #outer banks imagine #jj maybank #sarah cameron fluff #sarah cameron x reader #sarah cameron #obx imagine #john b routledge #pope heyward

[pingutats]

my dearest darling

in which you and harry spend a sunday morning having coffee & cake, and spontaneously decide to go engagement ring shopping together.

warnings: a little suggestive at the end. mostly just pure fluff!

word count: 3.4k

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The little alleyway off the main street filled with café tables is a perfect place for you and Harry to sit unseen. In fact, in this little alcove, it’s easy to watch the world pass by the two of you. It’s a nice reprieve from the usual of the world watching Harry. 

He’s wearing sunglasses anyway, just in case—despite the overcast weather. 

You frown at him, resting your elbows on the table and lacing your fingers together to rest your chin on. “I really think that makes you more conspicuous.”

He scrunches up his nose. “Nah. Or at least, if people notice, they’re going to notice an odd bloke in sunnies, not me.”

“They’ll notice it’s you.”

He glances at the busy footpath. “‘S working so far, love.”

A young waitress rounds the corner from the cafe’s front entrance and sets your coffees down on the table. You move your elbows off the table politely to give her space.

“Thanks,” Harry says, reaching for his black coffee. 

You smile at the waitress as you wrap your hands around the latte you ordered, warming up your freezing fingers. You notice the way she hesitates before she leaves, how she looks at Harry like she wants to say something before before quickly spinning on her heels and walking away. When she’s out of earshot, you look at Harry. “She knows.”

He shrugs. “That’s different.”

The waitress reappears a minute later with the little cakes you ordered. This time, she’s braver. “I’m so sorry—are you Harry Styles?” she asks, saying his name in a voice that’s akin to a reverent whisper.

His eyes dart to you for a split second and he raises his eyebrow enough that only you’ll notice, conceding to you, then smiles at her. “Yeah, I am. Sorry, what’s your name?”

You watch him navigate the encounter easily, like you’ve watched so many times. The girl asks for a photo and he politely declines, explaining that he doesn’t want to draw attention, but offers to sign a napkin for her instead. He a short message (nice to meet you, all my love) to her and draws a couple hearts after he signs his name, then passes it to her with a sweetly genuine thanks her for her support. 

“Oh my gosh, no, thank you,” she says earnestly. “It was so, so nice to meet you.” She glances at you, then, and her cheeks go even pinker. “Thanks,” she says again, and then she’s gone.

You let a giggle free at the awkward way his fans treat you, like they don’t know if it’s appropriate to talk to you as well, and how they struggle to find something to say to you anyway. Once it might have bothered you. It’s just amusing to you now. You raise your brows at Harry. “All your love?” you tease, quoting the message he wrote on the napkin. “Where’s my share?”

He pouts from behind his sunglasses. “Don’t be like that.”

You kick his shin gently underneath the table. “I’m kidding around. She was sweet. I like watching you do that, you’re so good at it.”

His foot swings around to trap your ankle between his. “Trying to play footsie at eleven o’clock on a Sunday morning? You little minx.”

You roll your eyes and wrench your foot free, rattling the table as you do so. He laughs—a sharp barking ha! that makes you smile through your embarrassment at causing a small commotion. 

“Who’s conspicuous, sorry?” he asks.

 You shake your head at him and stab your fork into your apple and cinnamon muffin. He keeps giggling as he slides his own plate with the carrot cake to his side of the table and picks up a fork himself.

“Mm, that’s good,” he says after he swallows his first bite. “Better than the one I make.”

“Well, baking isn’t known to be one of your talents.”

He claps a hand to his chest. “I’m wounded.” He leans over the table and skewers a piece of your muffin on his fork, dodging your attempts to swat his hand away with great agility. He pops it in his mouth triumphantly, cocking his head like he’s challenging you. 

In return, you steal a piece of his cake. 

“That was a much larger piece than what I took,” he accuses. 

You shrug.

His phone, face down on the table, dings. He glances up at you. 

“Check it,” you tell him. You know he only has alerts on for his closest friends—otherwise his phone would be ringing all day long. “I don’t mind.”

He bites his lip apologetically and flips the phone over, reading it. “Oh, it’s Tom. Hang on a sec.” He starts typing back.

You crane your neck around to read the message—something about Tom being free at the end of July, and Harry is giving a thumbs-up to that.

“Where are you off to?” you ask. 

“France, maybe,” he replies. You’re aware that discovering this kind of information so suddenly would be jarring for most couples, enough to even incite a fight—but you and Harry aren’t exactly a normal couple, and international trips are just part and parcel of your relationship. Hell, he goes on world tours for months at a time. You’re lucky, you suppose, that you function just as well long-distance as you do when you’re living together. 

“Lads’ trip?”

He sends the message and clicks his phone off, leaning back in his chair. “Nah. Taking you to Paris and getting down on m’knee in front of the Eiffel Tower,” he says, nodding sagely. 

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, Tom’s there to get the photos.” He shovels a forkful of the cake into his mouth and then points his fork in the general direction of a street busker playing a violin across the road. He swallows. “And I’m getting that guy to play a little tune, for the atmosphere,” he adds. 

You raise your brows. “Oh, you’ve got budget for this, then.”

He smiles. “Nothing but the best for my dearest darling.”

You snort.

He carefully cuts a piece of cake with the edge of his fork. “Nah, we’re thinking of doing a trip down to his friend’s studio in—somewhere in France, I can’t remember really. Friends and family welcome too, if you want to come. Apparently it’s a real nice place.” He eats his mouthful and then lifts his sunnies to look at you with clear eyes. “We are getting married, though. I mean that.”

Your cheeks threaten to burst from how badly you want to smile, but you force yourself to assume a serious face, just to humour him. “Of course we are.”

Despite the butterflies it inspires, this conversation isn’t new. You’ve been with Harry a couple of years now and you both know you’re on the same page when it comes to your shared future. There are no hard plans, but the direction is set. You’re getting there someday. 

He puffs his cheeks out. “I feel like you aren’t taking this as seriously as I am.”

You sigh melodramatically. “Well, sweetheart, I haven’t seen a ring yet.”

“A ring? You should have asked,” he drawls, then suddenly sits up straight and points a finger at you. “Don’t take that as a challenge. I want to be the one to ask.”

You shrug. “Can’t make any promises.”

His arm shoots forward to grab at your hand and you almost laugh out loud at the puppy-eyes he’s making at you. “No, please, baby, I swear you can do everything else, but let me do the proposing bit.”

In your heart, you’re happy he’s so insistent, because this is exactly how you want it to be too. In your mind, though, you really enjoy tormenting him. 

“I’ll think about it,” you concede, and he groans.

“I’m buying a ring soon as I can, just to lock it in,” he tells you as he destroys what’s left of his carrot cake.

Once you’ve finished and Harry’s gone up to pay for the coffee and cake (he also took a moment to lean over the counter to snap a group selfie with the waitress who served you earlier and a couple others too) you walk back up the street in the general direction of your car that’s parked a few blocks down. The weather is pleasant today and the sun is even peeking out from behind the clouds now, justifying his sunglasses. 

Your mind starts to drift (his arm wrapped loosely around your waist anchors you to the real world) as you think about how nice it is to be with Harry, how you’ve learned to appreciate each physical moment you have with him because they are so precious. After the tours, the promotional trips, the film sets, and all the little things in between, you understand how to be with Harry. You know not everyone can handle a life like this, and you’re sure that if it wasn’t Harry whose return you awaited, you wouldn’t be able to either. But he always returns. 

Harry comes to a sudden halt in front of a shop window, gazing in. You’re nearly yanked off your feet as you keep trying to walk with your arm around him—he’s so steady that he doesn’t budge. You stand next to him and look into what you realise is a jewellery store. 

“What do you think?” he asks. 

“Huh?”

He looks down, his arm squeezing around your shoulder. “Said I’d get you a ring, didn’t I?”

Butterflies erupt in your stomach. “What, today?”

“‘M not asking. Just preparing.”

You raise your eyebrows up at him. “That is… that is really a technicality.”

“Humour me,” he says. “C’mon.” He shepherds you into the store, steering you by your shoulders. 

It’s small and pretty in here, the air from the fans cool against your sun-warmed skin. There are hardly any other customers at the moment, so you have some kind of valuable privacy. There are a couple of glass counters that run along either side of the store with meticulously placed themed displays inside them. You gravitate immediately to the closest thing, a cluster of rough amethysts hanging from necklaces. 

“Aren’t these so cute?” you comment to Harry.

His arms wrap around you from behind and you reach up to grasp onto his crossed forearms resting against your chest. “Oh, yeah, they are.”

You stay there looking at the necklaces for a little too long—it’s not like you’re really that fascinated by the jewels, but more that you’re just enjoying Harry’s head leaning over your shoulder and his chest pressed to your back as you stand there. When your gaze meanders along the counter and you see something new, though, you shake free of his grip and follow your whims.

This store isn’t labelled out front with a massive brand. You’re pretty sure it’s an independent jeweller, judging by the neat description cards that accompany each small collection, explaining the theme in a lively and personal manner. This is what makes you really fall in love with the place and feel sure that this is where you’ll find the perfect ring. You know Harry could afford any ring from any famous brand, the heaviest jewels imaginable, easily worthy of a feature article in Vogue magazine. He could probably organise to have a diamond dug up fresh specifically to go on your finger. 

It’s the fact that Harry could give you anything in the world that makes you not want it at all. Special, to the two of you, isn’t something that you’ll find in wealth or the crowds that adore him.

It’s found in a day like this.

“Oh, my god, H, look at this one,” you gasp, grabbing his wrist and pulling him over.

He bends over the counter, his gaze following the line of your pointing finger. “Oh, that is pretty,” he says. 

It’s a simple gold band with a small, neatly carved diamond fixed to it. It isn’t flashy at all, which is what drew you to it. You knew he’d like it too. Despite the decadence of his performances, he can be a different man behind closed doors and you love that part of him. The secret part, the one that only you know so well. 

“I’m in love with it,” you tell him.

Harry nods. “Yeah, I think that’s the one.”

You never doubted that he would agree, but his assent sends a bolt of excitement up your spine. It’s all so real, suddenly, and you can’t wait to see him on his knee for you, to see that ring on your finger. You know your ring size off by heart (how could you not, being in a relationship with the jewellery connoisseur that Harry is), so there’ll be no need for you to try it on today. You’re left with only the raw anticipation of the day he’ll slide it onto your finger. 

His hands come down to rest on your hips as you both stare at the ring. You imagine you can hear his heart, knowing that it’ll be beating erratically because his excitement must match yours—you know how he feels about the idea of marriage. 

He spins you around to face him, leaving his hands on your hips. He looks at you very seriously. His sunglasses are resting on top of his head now, pushing back his curls and revealing his green eyes and furrowed brow to you.

“You know, if we’re seen buying an engagement ring…” he begins, trailing off. He shrugs. “Just want to think about that.”

You screw up your nose. “According to some magazines we got married last week, and also six months ago. Just being in here is probably going to spark something.” You glance behind you, as if you’ll see journalists scribbling away on their theories, then flatten your palms against his chest, smoothing out his shirt. “I’m happy to ignore it. I want to just do our thing, H.”

He nods, pursing his lips, and gradually the crease in his forehead disappears. “Okay. Good.” Twin smiles spread over your faces and you have the feeling of being two giddy kids, high-schoolers about to have their first kiss. Something new, unknown, exciting, that the two of you are going into together. His eyes are practically sparkling at you. If this was a cartoon, you think his pupils would be shaped like hearts right now. Something is starting to bud and you can feel it growing up inside you and between you, preparing to bloom. 

“Alright,” you say, breaking the insulating silence to draw you both back to the real world. 

He blinks a couple of times as if he’s just waking up. “Alright,” he echoes. “Let’s get it.”

He waves over a man drifting through the store in a neat suit and points at the ring. “Excuse me, can we please have a look at this one?”

The two of you watch the man unlock the cabinet and slide the plate of rings out, placing it on the counter. He picks up the one Harry pointed out. “It’s a lovely one, sir.”

“It is,” Harry says. His hand finds yours and squeezes your fingers. “What size is it?”

The man checks the price and tells you, and your mouth drops open. Surely there is something supernaturally perfect going on, because it’s exactly your size. You and Harry look at each other incredulously. 

The man seems to notice your unspoken conversation, because he helpfully adds, “We can resize it if you need.”

Harry chuckles. “No, it’s perfect. I think…” he trails off, looking at you. “What do you think?”

You nod at him, grinning. You rub your thumb over the back of his palm as he tells the man, “Thank you. We’d like this one, please.”

You stand slightly behind him as he pays for it, flexing your hands and wringing them in front of you. You know it’s all in your head, but your left ring finger is tingling as if it senses that it’s missing a piece. You really just want to wear the ring at this minute, but when the man selling it to you offers, Harry shakes his head quickly. 

“I’ll hold onto it for now,” he says. He accepts the little box from the man and slips it into his pocket. “Thank you so much.”

“The pleasure’s all mine, sir. Enjoy it, and congratulations to the two of you.”

Harry snakes his arm around your waist as you walk back out to the street. His hips knock against you as he squeezes you into his side, and you can feel the little box in his pocket. You can’t help the grin that takes over your whole face. You worry you look like an idiot, smiling so widely at nothing, but when you glance up at Harry, he looks exactly the same.

Your car is parked down a quieter road and you get to relax a little once you’re away from the crowds of the main shopping strip. You can walk a little more slowly and Harry loosens up a bit. His hyper-vigilance starts to strip away. You can see the tension in his shoulders dissolving and here’s your Harry, emerging from his defensive layers. Most people wouldn’t notice this change, but you do. You feel how he adjusts the grip of his hand on your hip, how he leans into you a little more as you walk. In your closeness, you can smell his cologne and you think of how you watched him spray it on this morning—and how you’re going to be watching him do that for the rest of your lives.

He glances over his shoulder and you copy him. The narrow street behind you is empty, but you don’t get a moment to really register this before you feel his arms tighten around your waist and you’re swept off your feet for a second as he crashes his lips into yours.

You close your eyes, letting the kiss envelop all your senses. The sweetness of the cake’s icing lingering on his lips; his arms locked around your waist, holding you up; the rapid beating of your heart. He pulls away slowly and your eyes flutter open. His face is just inches from yours and he’s looking at you with such intensity you feel naked. Not for the first time, you’re in awe of how impossibly green his eyes are; you could make a palette from every forest in the world, and it wouldn’t hold a candle to what you see in front of you right now.

“Y/N,” he says. He cracks a grin. “I’m so fucking happy.”

Your reply is simply to grab him by the back of his neck and pull him in for another kiss. Your hand tangles in his hair and you feel his tongue running along your bottom lip before he pulls away again quickly.

“Fuck,” he says, sounding lost for breath. “Need to stop before I make a fool of m’self in public.” He even physically takes a step back from you, his eyes comically wide.

You giggle. Your gaze travels down his body and you notice the indent of the box in his pocket. “Is that a ring in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

He shakes his head at you. “You’ve gone all giddy. ‘M getting you home right now and then we’re celebrating properly.” He turns around and starts walking towards the car, his long legs carrying him faster than you can keep up.

Your stomach flutters imagining what his idea of celebrating might be. Suddenly, the only thing on your mind is getting back to your house as soon as humanly possible. You run after Harry, skipping around in front of him and jogging backwards as you waggle your fingers in his face. “So, when are you going to pop the question?” you ask.

“Oh, honey,” he says, patting his pocket with the ring. He grins. “It’s going to be when you least expect it, I’ll promise you that.”

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thank you for reading! hope you enjoyed—if you did, a reblog or a message is really encouraging and lovely for me to see!! the title is taken from the song by etta james.

this fic is the first part of a series called “here we are in heaven,” and i’m really really excited about it. you can read my earlier fic, at last!, if you want to see where this will end up, but there will be more parts to fill the in-between. plus blurbs and stuff! let’s chat about it! 

my masterlist can be found here. have a beautiful day!

#harry styles fluff #harry styles fic #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x reader #fiance harry #fic #here we are in heaven

[kanmom51]

JM JK timeline.- my observations how they grew over the years - 2017

Disclaimer: these are my own opinions and conclusions.  Feel free to disagree, but hate or aggression will be unacceptable.

2017 - part 2

12 Feb 2017 – “You never walk alone” preview show.  Who’s JM’s little cutie? 

14 Feb 2017 – JM Twitter post –  the boys with matching jackets.  I know. I said not Twitter, but sometimes rules are made to be broken.

17 Feb 2017 – Hobi’s birthday.  JM to JK: “stop coming to our room at night.” There’s something about JM throwing JK under the bus time after time.  It’s like he enjoys to see JK squirm.

22 Feb 2017 – Gaon Chart K-pop chart – JK ushering Hobi to another seat, so that JK can sit behind JM.  JM turning around see this, rolls his eyes and smirks.

24 Feb 2017 – KBS Music Bank comeback - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V4_ASZuLeVk&t=156s  

Another one of my favourites.  A perfect example for both boys hesitance, wanting to touch, but just not getting there. 

 JM putting arm behind JK, but holding on to wall behind, and then matter of factually laying it on JK’s shoulder.  

JM micro touching, or brushing JK’s hand with his thumb.  

Prior to JM brushing JK’s hand with his thumb, JK’s hand is heart signing to JM. 

The minute JM moves his hand away, you see how the expression on JK’s face changes, then he rubs his hand where JM touched him.

24 Feb 2017 fan meet – are they in actual F… sending flying kisses to each other?

25 Feb 2017 MBC music core comeback – JK moving Hobi aside, so that JK can stand behind JM.  JK being JM’s number 1 fanboy.

26 Feb 2017 – Wings – you never walk alone fan sign.  Really JM? What was that neck grab and what exactly were you doing there????  No, I don’t believe he kissed JK’s neck, but it sure was ‘out there’, so much so that Jin was in total shock when it happened.  JK was surprised by it, and I think that even JM was shocked by his own actions waling aimlessly in what seems like the wrong direction .

28 Feb 2017 Run BTS episode 12. This one for me was cringe worthy, at some points I felt like an actual intruder.  JK the detective and JM the prisoner.  JK whacking JM on the behind (remember JK is the younger – how bold).  JM’s private dance for JK.  I know the episode was mostly scripted, but I seriously think JM was surprised by that smack to his behind.  Also, the way JK was looking at JM when he was dancing all heart hands for him.

12 March 2017 - Wings tour Santiago Chile

Santiago day 2 – JK suffers from exhaustion.  As he is taken back stage to a treatment room, JM is the one to race after the team into the room.

JM is in the treatment room when the cameras come in.  He is standing there, and later, as the other members are walking in, JM is by JK’s side, helping the medical team lift up one of his legs.

The rest of the members come in together to see how JK is doing, and when the medical team suggest to take off JK’s pants, all the members leave the room.  All except for JM, who stays there with JK the whole time.

JM leaves the room only together with JK, after he feels better and is able to walk out of the room on his own two feet.

Wouldn’t you expect RM, being the leader and all, to be the one by JK’s side? Or J-Hope maybe?  Wouldn’t that have made more sense under the circumstances? Why JM?  

Because, clearly JM is the one JK feels closest to, the one he can be himself with freely, the one he doesn’t feel embarrassed or needs privacy from.

JM may not have been a family member, but he was the closest thing to it.  JM to JK is and was his home, his safe place, and most certainly the one to be by his side when he was in distress.

March 2017 BTS Live trilogy episode the Wings tour in Santiago Chile & Brazil.  

March 2017 BTS Live trilogy episode the Wings tour in Chicago.

April 2017 3rd Muster dvd – the muster was at end of 2016, but dvd was released in 2017. During photo shoots they are being posed by the photographers.  Yes, there will be authentic moments between them, but sometimes it’s hard to tell what’s real and what’s being directed.  That’s why I don’t always like to add these to my timeline.   Even so, they were so cute, so I couldn’t leave this one out.

3rd April 2017 – BTS Front row live entertainment interview – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UotjcB_X4ag . What happened there?  

This one intrigues me. I watched and re-watched the full interview several times, and for the life of me I can’t see what happened there between JM and Hobi that triggered JK’s reaction?  JM’s placating look at JK, like telling him nothing happened… this one is used a lot to create the JK jealous narrative, and to be honest, I really don’t know what happened there. When JK turns back, JM looks into the camera with an uneasy gaze.

After that, most of the time, JM looks lost in his thoughts, not happy.  Towards the end they are asked what artist they would want to collaborate with, and Suga’s answer makes them all burst out in laughter, all accept for JM.  When he is asked and answers, you also see he is unhappy.  You can easily see something is bothering him.  JM just wasn’t his happy own self.  He looked pensive.  BTS did several interviews and had a concert that day, so maybe he was just tired or wound up, but he just wasn’t acting like himself.

April 2017 - Bon Voyage 2 Hawaii

Highlights of the highlights: The but checking and identifying (are we taking skinship to another level, are we??).  

JK getting drenched at the beach, JK getting drenched period. Lol.  

JK gobbling down piping hot Pizza so JM can eat. 

JM playing footsies under the table with JK, all while sitting opposite V.  

JK edging JM to come along calling him “Aegyo” = “Baby”.  J

M making sure JK doesn’t go hungry, buying him food with his own money.  JM taking care of JK. 

JK and JM on same team – the joy… Spending the day together and just being happy. 

 Did JK really lose the game on purpose so he can be in the room with JM? 

The amount of times we hear Jimin-ssi in every kind of cute and flirty way JK can say it…

Bonus:

22 April 2017 JK Vlive – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5n8y3D0Z9pM . 

JK doing everything to get JM back to his room while playing loud music. 

JK’s face lighting up when JM returns to his room. 

JK telling JM he looks handsome without makeup.  

JK pissed off when V comes in too, saying “why is everyone coming?”.    

When V touches JK’s ear, JK pushes him away.  

JM moving off camera to fix his robe, and JK not taking his eyes off him.  

V putting his foot on JK’s back (this is something I have seen V do a few times, it’s not a gentle touch, to me it feels more like asserting dominance), and JM pushes him off.    

And what exactly did JM mean when he said he has no talent for games but “I was quite good at it a year ago”?  Only to be followed by the stare, OMG, the stare.  Why, oh why did V have to ruin the moment, eh?

22-23 April 2017 Bangkok concert. Flirting on stage, attention to each other.

24 April 2017 Eat Jin Vlive with JM and JK - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MqxX_UGXSlY .   

Jin complaining why JM doesn’t hit him like he did JK, so JM hits him too. Lol. JM stealing the steak JK cuts for himself, while JK lets him, smiling.  The way JK just lets JM get away with anything, even interfering with the ultimate ‘ship’ - Jungfood. 

3 June 2017 – J-14 magazine interview - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V7rXl8uuUTY&t=306s .  from 3.33min. to 4.37min especially.

Wtf was JM up to there????? It looks pretty dubious, especially when you look at the faces on the two of them when it was going on.  Up to your interpretation.

2 June 2017 – Ceremonial first pitch at baseball match – Hanshin Koshien stadium - JK and JM’s jersey numbers – coincidence or not?

12 June Festa 2017 BTS BangtanTv –  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cWA6f7g7NUQ&t=2s.

JK’s intense stare at JM, when JM joined the others in with the others when they were laughing at JK eating everyone’s food but not ordering any for himself, which causes JM to immediately stop laughing.  

Poor JK being blindsided when it was pointed out that the only one he bought a birthday present for last year was JM.  Oops. (why oh why JM did you throw him under the bus like that??? You were curious? Really???? JM keeps doing this) Poor boy was so embarrassed.  Hobi was the one to actually save him, stating how generous JK has become lately giving away his things that he didn’t need. JK never answered the question. 

27 June 2017 BV2 special commentary live – JK getting all flustered when asked to explain the difference between BV1 and BV2.  JM looking at him, enjoying every second.

4 August 2017 - KBS Music Bank Singapore.  JK not loving on Taemin.  The way he turns around the minute JM and Taemin interact, and the discontent look on his face…cold.  He’s not a happy camper.  He glancing in the direction a couple of times, but he is mostly turned away from them.   And when JM runs up to slap Taemin in the butt, JK sees this, averts his head, and just keeps walking off the stage.  He is clearly upset. Besides the obvious faces he makes, not waiting for Jimin when walking off stage is not something he usually does. Was it jealousy?  Was it just a disliking of Taemin specifically?  And if he dislikes Taemin, why is that?  We can’t know. 

OK now, I know I said that I won’t be doing Twitter, but this one I felt I had to (again, oops):

On the 6th of August 2017 JM posted a photo he took during their Hawaii trip (BV2). Why take this photo, and why post it?  Do I really have to ask this question?

29th August 2017 the famous, or infamous People Now “arrest me” interview -  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XgGxcMndEk8 .  

I couldn’t find the actual date of this interview, but it was uploaded end of August 2017. I really enjoyed this one.  Everyone talks about JK’s “arrest me” JM mishap during this interview.  The members reactions are to die for.  

Can someone tell me please what Suga told JK in Korean before they moved on?????  

Also, JK’s reaction when JM said he wanted to collab with Suga (watch from 7:58min), was like:

 W H A T  in  T H E  actual F U C K???. LMAO.  

Summer package 2017 – released August 2017.

JK and JM being all playful by the pool.  JK letting us know how adorable JM is to him when he is swimming doggy style in the pool.

The one that stands out to me, though, is the ‘dream catcher necklace saga’.  Felt a little uneasy to see that one, like I was witness to a lover’s tiff.  

The boys were given a budget each to purchase themselves a gift.  They are taken together to a gift shop, where they check the merchandise out and each buy themselves a little souvenir.  When they all sit down to show each other their gifts, that’s when this moment happens.

JK takes out his gift. I once again want to emphasize, this is a gift he bought with his budget for himself.  He explains it’s a dream catcher and says he will put it in his room.  

JM, sitting next to him, takes it from JK and says: “this is a necklace Jungkook-ssi”. 

JK blurts out adamantly that he won’t hang it around his neck.   

This is when things get awkward, because you can see JM is clearly upset, throws the necklace back at JK and says: “OK, then”.

JM has a dream catcher necklace around his neck too, and when it’s his turn to tell what gift he bought himself he takes the necklace off and gives it to V, saying he bought the gift for V, who had a nightmare last night.

After JM’s mini tantrum JK, who previously adamantly professed he will not put it around his neck, does everything he can to put the necklace on, finally turning to JM to help him put the it on, which he does.  

Later on, while sitting for the personal interview, with the necklace around his neck, he tells us how from now on he won’t have nightmares.

What did I get from all that?

Clearly JM was pissed at JK’s reaction.  Why?  JK clearly bought this by himself for himself. 

But did he?  Was it something he chose for himself, or was it something JM suggested to him?

JM also bought a dream catcher.  Was that a coincidence?  For some reason, I don’t think so.  

My theory is that the dream catcher is something JM suggested or wanted JK to buy for himself, and JK reluctance to wear it offended him.  JM clearly bought the other dream catcher for V.  Perhaps he wanted both his boys to have one, and to him, JK’s comment felt as a rejection.

The way JK reacted to JM, his immediate change of attitude towards the necklace, trying to put it on, when only a second earlier he said he won’t put this around his neck, shows how attuned he was to JM, how he immediately realised he did something wrong, something to upset JM, and how he tried, in his own way, to atone for it, by wearing the same thing he but seconds ago rejected.

This brings me back to the point I made about the boys relationship, and them finding the balance. A perfect example to how there will still be conflict, but how JK realises, immediately, that he had done wrong and what he has done wrong, and immediately sets to right the wrong, hence to restore that balance.

JM throwing the necklace at JK.  Also, notice the editor’s remark.  JM’s anger is obvious not only to me.

To be continued... 

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