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hobisstar · 6 months

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What are you hiding from love?| Yandere!Jk x Reader V Last Part

Summary: Being in a relationship with Jungkook you’ve always noticed the signs, the red flags if you will. Being so in love with him you ignored them, until the people you loved dearly started disappearing one by one.

Warnings: Murder, Jungkook victim blaming ( like he will say i killed you because you are too stupid or whatever), Possessiveness, Mentions of Smut, Controlling, Locking up YN.

Taglist: vante 🫶🏾

A/N: This is made to be scary! That is all. I honestly dont like mixing smut with yandere because i read yandere fics to be spooked not horny lol. This has been absolutely fun to write for you guys! Im so happy how much love it had gotten over the past month since ive been writing it! I love you all so so much! Enjoy!

Its been about two years since Jungkook decided to let yn go on her own! So far, yn has become the owner of the coffee shop, has opened up plenty of them across Asia and plans to open some in The Untied States.

Life has been looking absolutely beautiful for yn! But heres the thing.

Bodies have been discovered. Fresh bodies. Of course going through what she went through with Jungkook, she feared that this was his doing. That the so called hobby has now reached the news channels. Though it says that the crimes has been in only England, it was still capability of it being Jungkook.

“Yn! Are you even listening? Im telling you Namjoon wants to take you on a date!” Joy, yns now close friend that she has gained from opening the coffee shops.

“Sorry, but i dont think im ready to date. The last guy was for 5 years and it didn’t turn out well in the end.” Yn mumbled looking over at the tv that was on the crime scene of the killings.

But what was showed, made yns blood run cold.

What was at the crime scene was dandelions.

The flowers that Jungkook always used to gift her on days he felt like we did something wrong. He would cut the steam off and just leave the flowers to never be able to grow again.

Was he…back?

It was closing time and of course yn being the owner, she decided that it was her duty to close every single night.

But tonight, she couldnt shake the feeling that she was being watched.

As everyone was leaving she saw a guy with a big hoodie on taking his time to clean up his mess on the table. Putting his crumbs inside a napkin then taking the napkin and closing it tightly then throwing it out.

yn watched from behind the counter taking containers from the counter and putting them on the shelf behind her.

This mysterious guy has been coming in everyday. Same time. She never serves him but she knows Joy does and she hates serving him. ‘His glare, it can kill.’ She would say when describing the eyes of this mysterious man.

While cleaning she saw the guy get up and come up to the counter.

Face mask on and glasses… sun glasses.

Its night time.

Maybe it was a fashion statement. Thats what yn left it as. “ Hi sorry we are about to close soon so im gonna have to ask you to leave..” is what she was aiming to say but once she turned around she saw he just left a napkin with hand writing on it.

She grabbed it and began to read it:

“Hi baby! Oh its been such a long time, oh how i miss you. Our child also misses you. 2 years right? That is let you go? Ah, I remember something. Today is our anniversary! Our now 7 year anniversary. Im picking you up at 11! Be ready!

JJK,”

Yn was at this point shaking. Fear took over her body but was trying to hide it. She wasnt doing such a good job at that. As much as she wanted to call the cops, get him arrested, she knew that those cops had no chance in trying to get Jungkook.

Hed kill them all in the blink of an if he even knew that they talked to yn.

When yn got home she didnt let the fact go that when she got there she obviously saw Jungkooks car right outside her town house.

Mind you this is the 5th time this year she has moved. None of the reasons dealing with Kook but they definitely where personal reasons.

She braced herself, once she goes inside her home, Jungkook will be inside.

She could call the cops and run away from home then go to Jins house.

Actually now that Yn thought about it, what if Jin had something to do with it? He was always to calm for her liking honestly. Why was he always just so calm with him? I mean he explained it yes, hes seen it for so many years but why didnt he at least call the cops? Then again was the cops really gonna help him?

Entering the home, it felt like deja vu. Coming home on anniversary and Jungkook was cooking their favorite shared dish.

Spaghetti! Yn liked it because it was delicious and Jungkook probably like it because it reminded him of blood.

“My love! You are right on time! The Spaghetti is hot and ready to be platted. Get comfortable and come eat”

He didn’t need to turn around for yn to know that it was actually him. He colored his tattoos, became more swoll and also cut his long hair.

Yn didnt change anything or didnt get comfortable since this was all just too much for her.

‘Keep calm and go with his plan, yn.’ Thats all she kept telling herself.

Though what was his plan? Drug her? Kill her?

Well, none of those. He wanted her back. If that meant living in this house with her, then so be it. Jin had Bam so, they’d have plenty of time together.

Finally he sat down with two plates of spaghetti and there he was in all his glory.

He had the cockiest smirk while toying with his now new lip ring before sitting down across from yn.

“ Fucking finally, i have you again.”

#bts x reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x yn #jeon jungguk #jungkook yandere series #jungkook yandere #yandere bts #yandere!jungkook #hobisstar writes #jungkook ff #jk bts #jeon jk #spooktober

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virtue-and-beneviolence · 11 months

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This made me think how much hanma and draken have this funny enemies thing going on so imagine ur pissed at shuji or just sick of him not making a move yet? Y’all act like a couple but this mfer never made it official? Like why is his hand always in the back pocket of ur jeans? Why does this mfer offer u the last bite of his donut? No tell me why tf does he hold ur hand in a crowded place?🤨And when u lowkey joke about oh are u in love with me? And he laughs saying “don’t be silly doll” doll? (I’ll end him I swear) so u flirt with draken and yknow how he hates his guts that’s why u do so to piss him off and I think pissed shuji very sexy tbh wow 🤲🏽👍🏽and the thought of losing u to another man? And that man is bald with a braid? Aw hell naH Shawty he confessing so fast🤭😳

No because making draken the sacrificial goat is killing me lmao. Dw we won't do draken dirty here I've got a work-around.

also massive apologies to you vivi i'm sorry you knew abt this for an inordinate amount of time

Official.

it takes idiots (reader and shuji) many months, jealousy and miscommunication, and some prettiness to finally make it official.

cw: fem!reader, reader loses her temper and shuji is super needy so its a lil more subby!shuji smut, cream pie, unprotected sex (don't recommend, be safe out there), ye idk im gonna go pretend this isn't posted now, peace ✌️ ~2.2k

God but hear me out it starts at a toman party. Shuji and you are acting the way you always do. You're literally in his lap lounging in the corner of the couch. He's playing with the hem of your skirt, flipping the end between his fingers and rubbing the skin of your thigh. You're talking to Yuzuha who's occupying the chaise lounge. You haven't seen her in a while, she's been abroad with hakkai on so many modelling gigs lately. And she totally misreads the situation. She's like, so how is it, finally being together?

At first it's silly, though you have a tinge of want at the end of your words when you joke back with, "Well we've actually been married for three years, we just never found the right time to tell you all."

Yuzuha clocks it as a joke, but not as a sore spot for you. Or maybe she's so shocked and that's why she won't let it go that easily. "Hanma what the hell is wrong with you?"

"Undiagnosed ADHD and probabl-"

You give your friend a we're-going-to-talk-about-this-later look as a baffled Yuzuha cuts him off. "Wha- Hanma god damn it I meant-no- you know what I meant."

He offers a half shrug, "What? M'young."

That's when you excuse yourself blankly to get another drink. The insinuation that Shuji was still playing the field left you a bit numb. He wasn't. You knew that he wasn't because you were with him 90% of his waking hours. Hell you'd platonically (as platonically as you and Shuji ever really were) slept in his bed last night and woke up next to him. The bastard slept with his arms around you and snored in your ear half the night and he has the balls to joke like that? His words stung like a betrayal of the highest degree.

In the kitchen you found Draken looking for a pong partner. Perfect, you decide, a distraction with alcohol built in.

He tells you casually between turns he's fresh off (another) a break up with his on again off again girlfriend and you feel a dark part of you light up and a wicked idea is born.

You throw the pong game. To the point where Draken has to give you pointers. Has to get real close and talk lowly in your ear about how we need you to aim for the left one this time okay? His honeyed baritone sends shivers down your spine and you wonder for a second how much better this scenario would be if it were Shuji in your ear. Shuji's hands on your hip, his thumb dipping below the waist band of your skirt.

You huff a little. Nah fuck him. it's time to put your plan into action. You throw with your usual accuracy. You get the point. Out of the corner of your eye you see a certain skunk striped boy half-fixated on your game.

Showtime, you brain screams.

Excitedly you hop in Draken's grasp, throwing your arms around his neck and revel in his pleased laughter. "You're up again," he says as he puts you down and steps back. You stop him by the wrist, tug him back a little.

"Wait can you help me line it up again?" You bat your lashes a bit, playing at being drunker than you both know you are.

"Sure thing." You feel his warmth and relish in it, stalling and pressing into him. It's a miss, but the tiny peck under your ear he plants feels like a win.

The ball splashes in a cup on your side and you opponent, Kazutora smirks. Draken offers to drink it but you refuse. It's cheap beer. It's rough going down. Draken puts his hand between your shoulders and says that for such a pretty little thing you sure can hold your alcohol. The praise, more than the alcohol, warms your cheeks.

It's the last shot and you make it. You excitedly turn around in Draken's grasp and catch his lips in yours. You never intended for it to be a just celebratory peck, but you pull away, blushing a bit and stuttering apologies to make it appear so. Draken drawls out some praise for his pretty girl that won the game and draws you back in by the small of your neck and pulling the plush of your lower lip between his teeth.

You hear Kazutora cat whistle and know, you just know, it's meant to alert his buddy Shuji. Mentally you apologize to Emma but after she's regaled you and the girls with all the filthy details of the nasty make up sex she and Draken have, somehow you think she won't mind this little show, given that's all it was.

You hope she'll also forgive the two heavy punches Shuji lands on her Kennyboy before Kazutora pulls your next friend back and you can get back between the two again. People are staring, hoping for a fight. Some even boo when Emma whisks Draken away by the collar of his shirt and you try to push Shuji away.

"Fuck him," he spits and looks at you, "you too you little shit," he accuses and pulls you away by the wrist.

God, you're a certified sucker for that crazy look in his eyes. It's the first thing you think when Shuji slams the door of a spare bedroom in Pah Chin's house. You can't help it. There's nothing like Hanma Shuji slipping into his aggressive chaos mode on this earth. His irises glow with his emotion. And, wow was it easy to forget that he had you pressed against the door of this room with all his energy and attention fixed on you.

His fingers were knotted in your hair and you vaguely noted his growl asking you what the FUCK you thought you were doing.

"And who are you to ask that? I'm not yours. We're not together Shuji. Never have been. You're young, still right?" You shoot back

"Tch, that's what this is about?"

Maybe he had you caged against the door but liquid courage had you fighting back. You shove his chest. "Yeah. Yeah that's what this is about. What the fuck right do you have to treat me like I'm yours? You drive me everywhere. You hold my hand. You share your bed. You kiss my forehead. You make me breakfast. You know my secrets. You call me yours. But you can't make it official? What the fuck is up with that?"

With every sentence you've pushed Shuji back till he was perched on the corner of the bed.

"How the fuck is that fair, huh? You want me to be yours Shuji? Then tell me you're fucking mine." It's not a request. It's a demand. An ultimatum. A last chance to be honest with you.

He's looking up at you still as a statue, emotion so unreadable it unnerves you. You know how he wears almost any emotion. He rarely surprises you, and yet...

"I'm yours."

Shuji says it quietly at first like there's a lag between his awareness and speech. You're shocked he's caved so quickly and you stutter out an "Excuse me?"

"I'm yours." He repeats, more confidently. "God I'm so fucking yours." He's dragged you by the hips to straddle his lap and his lips are on yours and you swear you can taste the adrenaline on his tongue.

It's every bit as addicting as you guessed to properly make out with Shuji. You don't know how long you've been sat on him attached in this kiss but when you tug him by the hair to catch your breath and hear him groan at the tension you think you've died and gone to heaven. He's mumbling little "all fuckin yours, baby" up and down your neck and you feel his voice reverberating in your throat.

You grind down on the swell of his hardening dick and smirk a bit, lips ghosting his, "all?"

"All."

He's shimmying out of his pants, when you slide off his lap to kneel on the floor. You're met with a sizeable bulge hidden under tight black fabric and you damn near moan just at the sight of his freed dick springing up to tap his abs when you pull the last offending piece of fabric away. "Shuji you're so fucking beautiful." You say as you brush your fingers over his length carefully. His mouth opens in an amused playful smirk but you're on him immediately, stealing his words by licking a stripe from base to the tip that you pop right in your mouth. His jaw hesitates and then goes slack as you look up at him and take as much of him as possible.

You don't know what you expected but he is not quiet. He's mumbling praise and expletives and he exhales the hottest, breathiest moan you've ever had the pleasure to hear, let alone cause, when his tip hits the back of your throat and you swallow around it. You smile around him and want to giggle but you settle on humming around him. You force his fingers in your hair into a fist telling him to set his pace but he pulls you off instead. He's panting a bit and you feel a pang of pride in your chest.

"Need to fuck you. Need your pussy." He's already clamoring to help you up and discard your skirt. You do him the honor of not remembering his words as needy and stuttered as they were just this one time.

You climb over him to straddle his hips and stroke his cock once, twice, before running the tip along your slit. Rather than taking the tip you pivot your hips and pin his dick to his abs and run your soaking lips along his length. The sensation of his hot head nudging your clit brings you to your elbows, moaning in his ears.

Big hands grip your ass and grind you even harder into his dick. And between the warm stimulation and the nails digging into your skin you're already on the fucking edge, but you'll be damned if the first time you fuck Shuji you don't cum around his cock.

Finally after your relentless teasing you lined up his dick and hovered over him bobbing just enough to tease his tip with the velvety walls of your pussy. Shuji can barely whine a "fuck, doll stop teasing me cant take it," before you've sunk down and taken his cock whole and he's groaning and squeezing your ass, pulling you onto himself with bruising strength. You're suddenly laying on him again, collapsed down to your elbows with the power of your orgasm, while your fluttering walls only spur him on.

The weight of years of fantasies of this moment hit him at once and before you can process it, he's bear hugging you and rolling over to take the lead. Fuck, how could he not? After pining after you for so long, imagining getting to finally fuck you and promising himself that he'd make sure you wanted no one else when he was done with you.

It's endearing, you think, how he mutters as much to you over and over as he makes your pussy his as he fucks you through your high and beyond. You giggle and moan and gasp and think this is exactly how you pictured sex with Shuji to be needy, whiny, unexpected, a little rough.

You can read him so well that when his breath hitches just right, you wrap you legs around his waist, ignoring the stuttered warning of his own impending orgasm. Instead you gripped his hair, pulled his face to yours and breathed, "Gonna make me all fucking yours?" over his lips.

Immediately he pulled away from your kiss, unable to coordinate as he lost his composure and filled you, half locked in place by your legs. Muttered curses and filthy nonsense about how you feel around his is all he can get out until he's spent, finally latching his mouth on your shoulder to give an affectionate bite, not unlike bites you'd exchanged as friends a few hours before. You let him lay on you a minute or so to recover before he pulls back and sits up on his knees to look down at you, at his handiwork.

"Holy shit."

"Yeah," you agreed.

"Why haven't we done that before?"

"Hm...something about you being young?" You tease as he eases out of you.

"Yeah yeah, I get it. We already fucked that issue away," he jokes back and combs his fingers through some minor tangles in your hair, "S'not like I meant it anyway, y'know."

You catch his hand and tug it, wanting to be closer, "You're free to prove that to me any time."

In true Shuji form, he gasps in that goofy performatively dumb way he likes to as he brings his face close to yours for a kiss, "You mean I can do this again?"

#i don't have it in me to tag this #hanma shuji #hanma shuji x reader #hanma shuji smut #hanma shuji x you

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alreadyblondenow · 1 year

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It’s a Love Story

Pairing: knight Jeno x princess reader (somewhat love triangle with prince Jaemin tho)

Genre: Smut, fluff, angst? Kingdom AU, Royalty AU

Warning: NOT PROOFREAD, unprotected sex, mentions of death, war, mentions of bruises, poverty, heavy cheating themes and I am no way promoting it, but its not cheating actually, mentioned of pregnancy

Note: inspired by Taylor Swift’s ‘Love Story’ and also this was ling overdue im sorry :( please enjoy

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It was a beautiful afternoon to hunt and enjoy the weather to its fullest as you continue to not care wether everyone in the palace is searching everywhere for you. You don’t care. As long as you get to enjoy this so little freedom that you have.

Steady as you point the arrow, aiming it to the deer in front of you. Clearing your mind before you release the arrow. A successful kill.

“Good aim. For a second there I thought you will waste a good chance to shoot it, but I was wrong… My lady”

You turn your back and see an unfamiliar face. A face you’ve never seen before even inside the palace. He could be your new bodyguard, but judging by the looks of his uniform, he belongs to a different royal family.

“And you are?” You ask with a gentle tone.

“Lee Jeno, my lady. I am prince Jaemin’s royal bodyguard. We are here in your land for your family invited us so you and prince Jaemin—“

“Okay I understand now,” you said. “Has my fiancé been well?”

“He’s excited to meet you. Although I didn’t quite expect I’d meet you first before him”

“Well I should I get back,” but you looked at the deer you just shot, hesitating to leave it.

“Would you like me to deliver it somewhere? It’s not proper for a lady to carry a big deer somewhere “ Jeno offered. Completely aware of your plan for you were easy to read.

You came closer to him without hesitation with a small smile on your face and turned towards the direction where the village is located. “There’s a small village there, look for their leader and give the deer to him”

And as you were telling the directions to Jeno, the man immediately noticed how pretty you are up close, how you smelled like expensive perfume and how you value gratitude. He didn’t quite expect that he will not be immune to your charms.

Jaemin is really lucky to have you.

By the time you got back, you immediately changed clothes and soon welcome your guest with your parents. It wasn’t easy to swallow your pride, even though you told to yourself a hundred times already that this is your duty to your family. And that marrying prince Jaemin can give you and your village the protection you can’t give them.

But if you were given the chance to love whom ever you wish to… you will pick someone who is not just warm on the outside, but on the inside too. Someone who has a kind heart, and will stay forever like that. And someone who will love the real you.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?”

Jaemin politely asks, noticing how your mind was not present at the moment. Scared that somehow you feel that his family is forcing you to marry him. But to be honest, you can’t blame him. For prince Jaemin is already madly and deeply in love with you, ever since you two were first introduced to each other.

“You changed a lot— I mean… the last time I saw you were… I think we were only 9 years old and I already had a crush on you”

“Oh calm down prince, you don’t need to flatter me,” you smiled and took away his worries. “And no you’re not making me uncomfortable. I too want to give this a try”

But after that meeting you kept prince Jaemin waiting for months and never showed up whenever he tries to make time for you or even visit you. You always have excuses and you try your best to avoid him. “I think you should meet him before he goes to war, your highness” Your trusted maid said to you. “His family’s army is the one keeping this palace safe” she added.

And so you followed what your maid suggested and finally took the courage to meet Prince Jaemin. With a heavy heart, and with a strong reminder to yourself that you are only meeting him to thank him for his family’s protection. That’s all.

“Come in- oh it’s finally you… I uh, I wasn’t expecting you princess I’m so sorry for the mess” You watch prince Jaemin as he hurries and fix the room that your people gave him. “I look like a mess. I was working with some urgent matters that’s why it’s messy when you came in” he explains and stutters, but you can’t help but to notice he was blushing and smiling like a fool.

“If you’re this busy why do you keep on trying to see me and waste your time” you chuckled awkwardly. “Thank you for your protection for my family. If it wasn’t for you we wouldn’t be safe” you added.

“It’s my duty” he answered fast while keeping his eyes on you. “We are ready to go to war, but making peace and negotiating is still the best solution” but you have to leave this place— for your own good.

“What about my family?”

“”The future queen’s safety is more important” your father’s choice of words, not mine” Jaemin explained, scared that you might hate him forever, scared that you might change your mind about the marriage. “Jeno will take care of you while were apart,” he said without further explanations. He noticed that your mind was somewhere else, you are close enough for him to touch you and bid you goodbye but he won’t do it. Simply because he can’t.

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“You of all people knew that I can’t leave your side especially in times of war!” Jeno exclaimed to his friend. Yes, friend. Prince Jaemin is not his prince at this moment for he is getting angry as a friend. “I did not became a royal guard to babysit a princess—“

“You will guard and protect a part of my soul. Please do your job” Jaemin teases his friend.

“Part of my soul my ass, you’re not yet married— I’m not even sure if a wedding is gonna happen eventually!”

“Jeno please” Jaemin pleaded and tried to calm his friend. “You and y/n may not know each other yet but, she is the future of two kingdoms… and I love her”

“Love? You haven’t touch her yet, what you’re talking about is infatuation”

And that is the end of the conversation between the prince and his royal guard. Which of course Jeno followed what the prince commanded and escorted you secretly and away from the war and was forced to live a simple life. No servants, no expensive clothes, no palace… but you have first class protection.

At least you’re not forced to mary Jaemin sooner or later, you thought.

Maybe this escape is a blessing in disguise, you thought.

Maybe Jaemin would change his mind and decide to mary someone he loves too.

But amidst all these thoughts and all the time you devoted to overthinking, you can’t understand why Jeno, the guard you met in the whom you thought was nice and friendly, is suddenly cold as ice towards you. You’re not stupid. You can see that he is annoyed whenever you call his name, whenever you start a friendly conversation, and whenever you try to confront him.

“I just checked the house and it’s safe now” Jeno said after making sure the place was safe for you, but to be honest he wasn’t sure if it is comfortable enough for a princess.

As you enter the house, it was cold and old. Dust was everywhere and it’s like a shoebox you thought. Not to mention the company Jeno has is not that warming, unlike your first as time meeting each other. It was as if he is a totally different man right now. Oh you can’t wait to leave this place.

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Days

Weeks

Months

Have passed by quietly and uncomfortably. Your relationship remains the same and to be honest this has been that saddest you’ve ever been. Jeno got a job at the market, it was a tough job but he needed to earn money for the both of you. And when he comes home, he’s always tired but still he makes you dinner even though sometimes he skips meals just you can have a heavy meal.

And living like this made you feel that you’re such a burden for Jeno. You can’t do anything around here, even though you’re capable of doing anything. He just doesn’t know it yet.

“Jeno…”

You bravely whispered during his sleep. You noticed that he was tired today and forgot to make you dinner, but you don’t mind.

“Mmm?” He weakly answered.

“I want to go home” you said, even though you know the answer already. But unexpectedly, Jeno woke up from his sleep and got up real quick from the mat on the floor and went outside.

For Jeno, he’s sick and tired of all your whining… not knowing what you really feel. He felt small and most of the time not enough because this is only the life he can give you. Well, not that he have much of a choice, “You’re not even my wife, but I act like I’m your husband and everything I do is still not enough” Jeno murmurs. But little did he know… you followed him so you could apologize and hear your side.

But anger got the best of you.

“Well I didn’t told you to do such things! And more importantly I didn’t asked to be with you! Your prince insisted!” you exclaimed, and to his shock, Jeno burst into anger too and yelled at you.

“Well, do you think that I wanted to guard you? Who would want to be with you? All you do is eat, take a walk and be a burden! Future queen? You can’t even do anything let alone run a kingdom”

And that made your heart broke.

Weeks passed by uncomfortably again but this time it got worst. You secretly found a job as the town sweeper at the market and pay for your own meals to feed yourself. And whenever Jeno comes home, you leave the house and sleep on bench at the garden.

One night, you were gravely tired and your hand had bruises and redness all over. Jeno couldn’t just let you sleep like that. He immediately cleaned your hands and feet, and let you sleep soundly and comfortably.

The next day, hi efforts and kindness weren’t unnoticed. To give back, you prepared breakfast for the two of you before you two leave and go to your respective jobs.

“I think you should stop working- this type of work… isn’t for you. I’m sure there are a lot of other jobs there… just not this one…” he bravely asked of you. This time you see the worry in his eyes while he looks at your hand. You understand where this is coming from.

After that wonderful peace making, you and Jeno had nicer days and eventually you two became nicer to each other. At the end of each passing day, you two have long conversations until one of you sleep. A way to know and learn about each other. Suddenly each other’s company is all you need, and as days go by you two noticed that you’re becoming very close even sometimes physically close. You are now comfortable lying on Jeno’s lap while you read a book. Jeno can now pull you closer to him whenever he feels like being overprotective. You two have become incredibly close and slowly falling in love secretly in each other.

And that is a problem.

Soon you found a decent work at the town nursery. And everyone in town thought you two were a married couple… and you love how Jeno never deny it. He was happy and you can see it. And you can’t help but to be happy too because… now you know that your feelings are mutual.

A few months passed by, you and Jeno enjoyed your relationship to the fullest as if he wasn’t here to guard you and do his duty and you weren’t this precious gem of a huge kingdom. But whenever Jeno thinks about the reality, he just shook his head, look at you and thank the heavens for this given time with you. The future can worry for itself someday, he thought.

“What if we never go back?”

He murmurs while he hugs you tightly with his strong arms. The night was quiet and only the crickets from outside are the ones you can hear. You smiled sweetly and kissed his lips without warning just because you wanted the night to be even more beautiful.

That was your first kiss together.

His eyes went from sleepy to fully awake in no time and returned the kiss too. “Never going back isn’t such a bad idea” you tell him while raking his hair away from his face.

“Then let’s forget everything about them and start a new life together. What do you say?” He happily reached for your hand and kiss it more.

“Not until you ask me to marry you first” you bravely said to him.

“Oh I will- Oh Y/n you have no idea how much I want to spend the rest of my life with you” he said proudly, rolling on top of you and keeping you closer. His face was so near from yours, lips almost touching but it didn’t bother you.

“Have I told you that I started loving you the day we met at the forest?” He whispered softly and looked at you lovingly. His face was so calm, he looked so happy and you have to admit… you’ve never seen him happy like this.

“You’re suppose to protect me” you teased him and made his eyes roll. You let out a giggle and this time, it’s you who rolled on top of him. His body was hard as a rock, but his skin was soft, imperfect because of his battle scars but somehow still beautiful.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m still protecting you,” he smiled and hugged you so you could come closer to him. “I’m protecting you in a different way now. I’ll protect you how a husband protects his wife,”

And from that moment on, you opened your heart for Jeno and Jeno only. Not thinking about Jaemin, not thinking about your family, not thinking about your responsibilities. He made you happy everyday, and even more happier the next days. Who would have thought that you will find love in the most simplest form. Back when you used to have anything and your life is full of riches, even the most expensive dress or perfume cant please you. But now that you have a simple life, the milk, bread, meat to eat that Jeno puts on the table every morning gives you so much joy because you knew how much hard work he has put into just so he can afford and food and feed you.

You’re happy and there’s no doubt about that.

One morning, when the sun hasn’t come up yet, you heard Jeno keeping himself busy at the garden. At times like this, the Earth was still quiet and peaceful, as if only you and Jeno has the world for yourselves now. You ask him, “what are you doing up so early?”

“Did I wake you up? Sorry,” he was obviously in a good mood. You see him making two garden chairs, one for you and one for him. He made you sit on your chair with a big smile on his face, excited and very happy. You wonder why

But suddenly… he pulled a small silver ring from his pocket and bend down on one knee.

“I’m sorry if this is all I can afford for now,” he was still smiling and happy waiting for your answer. Of course you said yes and went on the ground with him. As much as it hurts him removing the ring Jaemin gave you, he didn’t care because all he could think of is you.

The ring was simple but it weighs even more than that diamond ring Jaemin gave you. It weighs even more because you know how Jeno loves you and how it’s never going to be easy for the both of you if ever you go back.

As your lives went on and only beautiful days were happening, you couldn’t help but think about the future because you’re sure that you wouldn’t last a day without Jeno’s hugs, sweet and sincere kisses, and his love.

“What are you thinking?”He kissed your hand one too many times until his kisses became even more inviting to get your attention.

“I was just thinking about the future- maybe it would be easy for us to be in love if I was born a commoner right? Why do I have to be the queen” you sigh and came closer to him, he smells nice as always warm akin, strong built. As if nothing can tear you apart as long as he’s holding you like this.

“Don’t think about it” he smiled softly and put away bits of hair covering your face before kissing it. Then he started slowly with his hands creeping under your dress, all the way up to your underwear, slipping his cold hand inside it and tease your wet slit which you love. You smiled at the feeling of his rough hands against your skin, inviting him more to come to you by spreading your legs wider and pulling him closer.

He helped you remove your dress and underwear, you help him remove his trousers and well, he stopped you from removing his underwear, “you’re not fair” you protest, but he just continues to take the lead in bed, completely knowing that you dont know enough. He started making you weak by his soft kisses around your body, his hands is roaming around your thighs as well making sure that he has your whole attention.

“You’re beautiful. So beautiful” he whispers and started to touch your body in a way that is very new to you given that youre a virgin. You let out small sounds of approval, moaning his name deliciously which he love. Later on you feel him slowly going down on you, kissing your lower abdomen until he reaches your wet slit and lick it softly up and down. Of course you were shocked to the core that you immediately tried to get away from him but he only smirked and said, “you’ll love this trust me” he then kissed your lower abdomen again softly, all the way down to your wer slit, kissing is again like its your lips gently and careful not to schock you again “better?” He asked, you nod. And when his tongue made contact to your slit again you were back to moaning to hard and letting him know that you love it through your sounds. Of course, by the time you cum, he was teasing you for loving it, looking so ruin beneath him.

“Ready for the main event princess?” He whispered softly beside your ear, kissing you neck while you feel him spread your legs and tease your slit again. You giggle and put both of your arms around him, returning the kisses he gave you and making him feel good too. “You learn fast” he says while removing his underwear. And as soon as he was naked, you can feel the bulge on your thigh and he’s hard as a rock.

When he finally lines his cock on your hole, you felt nervous but at the same time excited and it’s obvious. So obvious that Jeno needed to reach for your hand and whisper “dont be nervous, this will feel good I promise”

And so you trusted him and let go. Of course it hurt, the stretch was giving you pain because he was so big but he was right, it feels good. Oh so slowly he was making you remember every second of this moment, kissing you from time to time and whispering sweet words. Then suddenly he removed his cock and began kissing every part of you, you don’t know why he’s doing this and quite frankly you miss him inside you already. “I know what you’re thinking” he teases you and gave you a few more kiss on the lips before he pushes back in slowly. This time it was far more better and the stretch felt good it’s addicting.

He thrust and thrust until he found your sweet spot, hitting it over and over again, making you moan while begging him to stop but you didn’t mean that. You love what he’s doing. And when the time you started clenching around his cock he knew you’re close to your release, he went closer to your body, fucking you close. He was looking at your eyes while you catch you breath and feel the tingle in your toes. He was just smiling sweetly with lidded eyes while watching you catch your high, until you feel him go deeper and faster, you couldn’t take it anymore but he was the one catching his release this time. He pulled you in for a hug, caging you with his strong arms and release a good amount of cum inside of you.

Both of your bodies are hot and you’re both catching your breaths with a smile on your faces. When Jeno’s cock gone soft immediately the white fluid from your hole was dripping and only one thing was on his mind that time. If he gets you pregnant, he will never return you to your family.

On the same night, you two talked until the sun comes up and make love for a couple of times again. It was the night you two started dreaming and planning for your future, he told you how he wanted to take care of you for the rest of your life and build a home with you. Somewhere your past cant find you. And you love that idea even though that mean abandoning your crown.

But just as life became even more sweeter for the two of you, an unexpected visit ruined your lives changed it in a matter of minutes.

The general of Jaemin’s army came to deliver the news personally that Jaemin did not make it through the battle field which made Jeno furious and angry that he started to punch the wall and hurt his hand. Screaming and blaming himself for not protecting his friend in times of need. You cant blame him, they were best of friends.

“This is all your fault!” He shouted towards you. And suddenly all those happy memories you had with became pointless and useless. It hurt you, his words hurt you but all you can do is stand up for yourself.

“Please bring me home general” you said sternly and made your way out. The general immediately followed your command and did not let Jeno come near you even though he said he was sorry and he didn’t mean what he said.

“Respect your future queen. Whatever happened in this place will stay in this place. Don’t tell a single soul about your relationship here— I can’t believe you betrayed your friend Jeno. Now go home! I will bring the princess back”

After you came back to your kingdom and family, you still can’t believe that Jaemin sacrificed his life to save your kingdom and his while you were secretly loving Jeno. What kind of queen are you?

You wanted to be alone. And so were left alone for days, even weeks.

The kingdom was healing and you wish you were too.

Until one day, you got sick and the word traveled fast around the kingdom. Everyone got scared because they thought they will lose their queen too. But one person was worried sick that he can’t calm himself until he sees you right before his eyes.

Jeno sneaked inside your room one peaceful night just to make sure you’re alright. Of course when he saw that you’re weak and sweating in your bed he didn’t think twice and came closer to you. He kneeled beside your bed quietly which made him recognize the ring on your table. He slowly grabbed it and tried putting it on your finger again while he feels his heart break slowly. “Why did you remove it?” He asked softly while asking you in your sleep, but you opened your eyes slowly and weakly tried to sit so you can see him better. Of course he helped you, he still cares for you.

“I didn’t mean what I said- please believe me, I love you” Jeno whispered and kissed you, oh you miss him.

“Did it ever cross your mind that maybe you’re pregnant?” He added with hopeful eyes, but even though you returned the kiss and you’re happy to see him now, this time you know that leaving your crown is not a right thing to do.

“I am not. The doctor said I was just sick,” and there Jeno just nodded and thank the heavens that it wasn’t a serious health issue. But he was really hoping that you were pregnant because that is the only way he could stay in your life. “I need you to protect Jaemin’s family and be their protector-“ you added but just before you could finish what you were about to say he cut you off and immediately got mad.

“So this is it then? You’re just gonna throw me like that, huh? Now you can command whatever because you’re queen?”

And just as you thought… he will hurt you with his words again.

“I love you. That’s why I’m like this. Please don’t send me away. I can love you from afar, but please this is too much“ he scoffed and begged you in his tears, reaching for hand and kiss it like how he did the first night you two made love, “do you understand? I can’t accept not seeing you everyday”

“You won’t like it when you see me marry Mark Lee”

And that is it.

You didn’t want to tell him but you have to.

“He’s not a prince, Y/n… i don’t understand… he’s just rich” Jeno rambled.

“But I need a husband soon and he’s a good person,” you said weakly.

“You’re not being fair! Im not a prince too and you loved me!” He was crying already and not letting go of your hand, “please Y/n”

Tears in your eyes were falling as you remove the ring and hand it over to him.

And then you wake up.

Your phone was ringing and the rain was crazy.

Jeno’s arm is around your waist and he was sleeping soundly, he didn’t even had the time to change his clothes. Maybe he was that tired you thought.

“You were crying in your sleep, why? I was worried I tried waking you up then I fell asleep, I’m sorry” Jeno said in a very tired voice.

“I had a really weird dream” you said honestly.

“Tell me” he said and pulled you closer,

“I was a queen and I was supposed to marry someone that is not you. Then we cheated and tried having a normal life together but still, destiny is not on our side, so I made you leave me”

“Well that’s some, love story shit baby haha” he laughed and hugged you tighter. “I’d love you from afar even if you throw me away and come back over and over again. Got that?”

You nodded sweetly. Happy that it was only just a dream.

“You’re mine, even in our next lives” he added

#nct smut #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct fluff #nct x reader #nct dream smut #nct jeno smut #jeno smut #nct lee jeno smut

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desire-mona · 21 days

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Could I ask for a mini ramble on why Keating is your favourite character? Poised with a notebook and pen to take down notes haha

YES!!!!!!!

BECAUSE NOBODY EVER TALKS ABOUT HIM AND THATS HONESTLY SO RUDE!!!!!!!

so like. keating; let's talk about that

we desperately need to acknowledge that keating is an amazing man right down to his core. he is so passionate about living life in a way that makes him feel fulfilled that he makes it his main goal to teach others how to do the same.

he experienced the same exact thing as the poets, remember, the movie makes a big deal of how nothing at welton changes. he had the same exact oppressive environment growing up as they did, so he knew exactly how to connect to these boys.

HIS INTENTIONS AND ACTIONS WERE NOTHING BUT PURE, AND THATS WHAT MAKES HIS ENDING ALL THE MORE DEVASTATING.

every single one of his peers and superiors fully believed that neil's death was keatings fault, and actively shunned him for it. not a singular person that wasnt a Teenager in his community understood what he was trying to do. welton painted the narrative that keating taught these insane useless lessons about breaking the rules BUT NEED! I! REMIND! YOU! HE MADE A PRETTY BIG EMPHASIS ON THE FACT THAT U GOTTA BE SMART ABT IT! he called out charlie for the call from god thing for a reason!!

another crazy devastating thing abt keating + neils death is the fact that neil was understanding exactly what carpe diem mean's IMMEDIATELY. AND WAS ACTING ON IT!! he pursued things that he knew would make him happy and fulfilled in the long run, he knew what he wanted to do with his life and he took the first opportunity to get it. the exact fucking definition of seizing the day. keating was REACHING THIS KID SO WELL!! HE WAS UNDERSTANDING EXACTLY WHAT HE WAS SAYING!!! AND THEN!!! AND THEN!!!!!!!!!!

so imagine this. you grow up in the most rigid, boring, unchanging environment and decide fuck it, im gonna Do Something for Myself for Once. you start to think oh, this is actually kinda sick, doing things that make me happy. you escape the environment that aims to essentially make these Children into what their idea of successful is. (quick reminder that there are actual children also attending welton. like kids. like 9 year olds n shit.) you actually chase after every opportunity to be what your idea of successful is, and were so passionate about that way of living that you learned how to teach others how to do it. and also poetry and stuff.

so youre doing exactly that, you finally got to a point where youre doing exactly what you wanna do, and teaching these kids in a situation just like yours. and its going SO WELL! there's this one kid who just GETS IT and is doing it flawlessly and then - oh !

and now everyone around you is like um wtf this is your fault actually. SO YOU HAVE TO PROCESS THE FACT THAT YOUR STUDENT IS DEAD ON TOP OF HAVING TO RELIVE THE ENVIRONMENT YOU HATED AND ACTIVELY WORKED AGAINST YOUR ENTIRE LIFE. AND NOW YOU HAVE NO INCOME OR COMMUNITY OR HOME OR FRIENDS. AND THE ONLY PEOPLE THAT KNOW YOU ARENT A MURDERER ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18. AND YOUR WIFE LIVES IN ANOTHER COUNTRY. OH AND ALSO YOUR RESUME IS RUINED AND ITLL PROBABLY BE PRETTY HARD TO FIND ANOTHER JOB IF YOU CAN AT ALL.

AND YOU HAVE CANCER. HE HAS CANCER IN THE OG SCRIPT.

keating is my personal description of raw devastation. all of who you are and what you wanted to be is in shambles because of something that isnt your fault. but almost everyone around you thinks it is your fault. and we're just gonna move on from that? thats it? thats the end of the story? no more keating after that?????? downright evil. more people gotta talk about this wonderful man!!!!!

also very sorry if this makes no sense, im quite high. but also shameless self promo pls interact with my ask blog @ask-captain-keating bc i lob running it. pleags. ily for asking this btw!!!!

#desire mona #media #GOOD LORD THIS WAS FUN!!!!#YAAAYYY #THANK YOU FOR THE ASK THANK YOU YHANK YOU!!!!#I LOVE TUMBLR #dead poets society #john keating #neil perry

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icallhimjoey · 1 year

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To Have And To Scold

♥ ♥ Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your best friends are getting married, and who else can they ask to be their best man and maid of honour but you and Joe? It's just that... you don't really get along all that well, do you? At least, that's what you think.

CW / disclaimer: sort of enemies to sort of lovers (very vague, im sorry, but you'll see), slow burn, language, drinking, rpf, fem!reader

Author’s note: here's part 3! it's looking like this story is going to be surpassing my usual 5 parts... so, um... i hope everyone gets invested enough to keep reading past that!

Wordcount: 4K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six - part seven - part eight - part nine - part ten - epilogue

You couldn't stop thinking about it, and it was so dumb. But... you simply couldn't help it.

That framed picture somehow would find its way back into your thoughts every so often. It felt a little weird, but you also kept almost automatically rationalising it for yourself. You had photos with Mark all over; your social media pages were littered with photographs of the two of you throughout the years, and the comments accompanying them would probably make anyone feel the same way you did about that framed photograph in Joe's hallway.

So then, why did that framed photograph feel so weird to you?

Joe loved Poppy like you loved Mark, you knew that to be true. The only reason Poppy wasn't weird about your friendship with Mark was because of her friendship with Joe.

You all understood on a level not many other people did.

But still... you didn't know why, but, that photograph of the two of them felt... odd. Kind of raised your hackles a little. So, you asked Mark if he'd seen it when he was over at yours for snack night: a night of lots of snacks and dips as a substitute for dinner.

"So, I've got a question... remember when I went over to visit Joe two weeks ago?"

Mark snuck a baby carrot into his mouth that scooped up a dollop of hummus twice its size, and then immediately wanted to say something.

"Hmm," Mark hummed urgently, his face in a deep frown as he chewed.

It took ages for him to get it down, but you waited because going straight in to call Mark's fiance's friend weird might not have been the best way to go about this.

"Yea, what the fuck happened?" Mark asked, eyes big, but already aimed at another snack to grab from another bowl.

"What do you mean? Nothing happened,"

Mark looked at you all sarcastically as he chewed, as if to say, yea, all right, sure.

"What? We talked about your wedding, set dates for events, you know, figured some things out," you waved a hand around to convey the casuality, "But–"

You were about to ask Mark if he'd seen that framed photo of Joe and Poppy that he'd cropped the two of you out of, but Mark interjected before you could bring it up.

"No... something happened." Mark said matter-of-factly and then he paused and looked at you, ready to listen to what you had to say for yourself. But, you kept quiet too, because what the fuck was he on about? So, Mark continued, "Joe didn't speak to Poppy for like... five days? Four or five days after that, which is," Mark leant back and tilted his head back to shout his next words towards the ceiling, "a huuuuge deal!"

"Oh, well, that must've been unrelated to our meeting... we just talked about your wedding, he said I was nice, and–"

"Ah!"

Mark pointed a finger at you that he held right next to his face, one eye closed as he looked at you.

"That's it. He said you were nice,"

"I am nice," you argued.

"Yea, we tell Joe all the time... but he said you were nice?"

Opting to ignore the fact that you'd now heard from several sources that people were talking about you behind your back, you explained how you'd nearly walked out after Joe thought he was being smart that night. How you had said that you were a nice person, implying that Joe could just have been friendly and polite, and it would've been normal. And then you explained how, at the end of the night, Joe had struggled through telling you that he agreed and thought you were nice too. You mocked Joe to paint a vivid picture for Mark and exaggeratedly stuttered your way through the words Joe'd said.

Mark just ate and listened to you, and by the end shook his head a little at your impression, a dangerous smile playing his face.

"But have you seen that framed photograph he has in his hallway? Right by the front door?"

You finally got to the point you were trying to make.

"Of Pop?"

"The one we're cropped out of," you were hoping for Mark to be a little outraged, but he remained totally calm.

"Yea, Poppy has the same one, we've got it framed upstairs, on the landing," Mark said as he licked spilled mascarpone from his finger. "Smaller version, though,"

"We're cropped out of that,"

"Yea,"

"Mark... we're cropped out of that," you needed more of a reaction from him.

"Yes."

But you didn't get it. Mark didn't seem bothered at all. Like you'd said, Mark was made of trust and had just gone and proven it once more.

"He went and had a photo printed that he then had to cut two people out of... don't you think that's weird?"

"Why would it be weird?"

"I mean, I don't know... there are so many other pictures of the two of them, why did he choose a pic that he had to cut us out of,"

Mark shrugged, said, "It's a nice photo of them," and that was that. It was a nice photo of them. It just... it bothered you. You were unable to articulate why it did, exactly.

A phone buzzed on the table, and both of you looked to see if yours was the one that was ringing. It turned out to be Mark's.

Joe was calling.

"Speaking of," Mark said, answering and bringing the phone to his ear, "Joe!"

Mark listened, then rolled his eyes at you even though you had no idea what Joe was telling him.

"How drunk?"

You couldn't help but let a huffed laugh escape you. Poppy and Joe had gone to the pub, you knew. Context clues filled you in on the situation.

"Fucking hell," Mark said and kind of slumped into your sofa more as he listened to whatever Joe was telling him. "I mean, I'd give you advice, but you've been in this situation more than I have,"

Mark was going to have to leave, wasn't he?

He suddenly laughed loudly at something Joe said, head tipped back, mouth wide open, before muttering, "Shared responsibility," softly, indicating he was repeating Joe's words back to him.

"Yea, no. All right, that's fine... see you in a bit. Keep a close eye on her, though, will you?"

Mark said it with love so evident in his voice, it made you scrunch up your eyebrows. If someone else had been there, you'd have made eye-contact with them and would've probably audibly awed.

Mark laughed again at something Joe said, then shook his head as he looked at you, like you knew what the fuck was going on.

When Mark hung up, he turned to you and without any warning said, "Let's go, we're going to the pub."

When you walked in about twenty minutes later, the place was absolutely packed.

"Go grab four beers, I'll find them," Mark said, and you asked, "Four beers? Not three beers and, I don't know, a sprite for Pop?"

"Four beers," Mark said again, holding four fingers up for emphasis before he pushed himself in between a few people and disappeared into the crowd. Off to find Poppy and Joe.

You turned towards the bar and sighed at the fact that Joe and Poppy hadn't just gone to a normal pub, but somehow, one that seemed to exclusively house an after-work-drinks sort of crowd. Most people were dressed smartly, men in suits with top buttons undone and women in pencil skirts and high heels that crossed their legs at the ankles as they held drinks against forearms that were folded over their stomachs. You were in jeans and converse and definitely felt out of place, but the atmosphere was nice. You almost couldn't hear the music over the loud chatter and the belly laughs.

Just when you thought, okay so how am I going to get these four drinks over to my friends when I don't know where they are, all three of them popped up right beside you.

And Poppy was wasted.

"Babe," she slurred as she slung both her arms around your neck the minute she laid eyes on you; eyes that were barely open and kind of crossed over, mind you.

For someone semi-posh, Poppy got sloppy alarmingly quick when alcohol entered her system. She was like you in that way.

"I love you, you know that?" Poppy sprayed into your ear loudly, voice control out of the window, and it made you wince at Mark over her shoulder.

"I'm taking her home," Mark said and that's when you noticed that Joe was trying to get one of Poppy's arms into her coat. She was still attached to you, however, so it really wasn't working out for him.

"I really do," Poppy didn't pay Joe any mind and instead evaded his hands and grabbed you by the face as she pulled back from her hug. For a second you were scared she was going to plant a fat drunk kiss right onto your face.

"Not like Mark does obviously, but I do love you, you're amazing,"

You frowned through a smile, not sure where this was coming from. Had Joe and Poppy talked about the two of you like you and Mark had talked about the two of them? That didn't sound completely out of this world. Kind of made sense, actually.

"Okay, Poppy," your frown turned into scrunched up eyebrows, but your smile remained, unwavering.

"No, listen to me," Poppy got all serious, her hands still clasping your face. She tried to make stern eye-contact, but her eyes were dancing.

"Let's go Pop," Mark interrupted, but it was like he wasn't even there.

"You're so important,"

She was so, so drunk. You could smell the liquor on her breath.

"Thanks,"

"And nice,"

You shot eyes over to Joe who quickly looked down, folding Poppy's coat over his arm, giving up on trying to get Poppy to put it on. He passed it to Mark who leant in to say something closer to his ear that you didn't catch, but Joe laughed, mouthed, "Tequila," and then held up 6 fingers. Mark groaned.

"Poppy," you moved your hands to covers hers and softly pried them off of you. "Thank you. I love you too. But, look who's waiting," you pointed a small finger over her shoulder at Mark, and Poppy seemed very annoyed which only made you laugh.

"Let's go, babe," Mark took hold of Poppy's shoulders and you saw him work to hold her up as much as he was working to guide her towards the exit. Her feet were everywhere and nowhere, just like her the aim of her eyes.

"Good luck," Joe grinned at Mark who looked back over his shoulder.

The two of you made eye-contact, and within 2 seconds of just looking at each other, you'd said goodbye and promised to call each other tomorrow, all unspoken.

"Don't let those beers to go waste," Mark nodded towards the bar where the four beers you'd just paid for still stood, waiting to be drunk.

Oh.

Immediate panic washed over you.

Mark and Poppy were leaving, which meant now you and Joe had four beers to share and... you and Joe had four beers to share.

Mark could've been smug about it. Could've made a face at you to tease, but he hadn't. Had just quickly said to drink the drinks and then turned his full attention to his fiancé who was bumping and leaning into people left, right, and center.

"You got it," Joe wasn't going to let himself be told twice and slid two glasses slightly more towards you before grabbing the other two, one drink in each hand, double fisting. It looked like Joe had also had a few drinks already, which, of course he had. Poppy hadn't been doing tequila shots on her own, you assumed.

Suddenly, your evening with Mark of bitching about Joe from the comfortability of your own sofa in your own flat had turned into an evening in a posh pub with the actual dude himself. Alone. Just the two of you in a sea of suits, button-ups and pencil skirts. The prospect of it was awful.

Who would mind two wasted beers? No one really. Certainly not you, at least. Joe could have all four if he wanted. You were about to come with a dumb excuse, a polite one, to get out of there, but before you could, Joe cleared his throat.

"So," Joe said, and you couldn't believe what you were seeing. Joe was sort of turned to you, full body language engaged and ready for a chat.

A chat.

With you.

Like normal people.

Like friends.

"Who's going to be your plus one?" Joe asked and immediately busied his mouth as he took a slow sip of beer, peering at you over the glass.

You frowned a little at his question, and then more at the way he looked. All suited up, top buttons of his shirt undone, loafers – he looked like everyone else there, fit right in amongst the office crowd even though you knew very well Joe didn't have an office job. Joe didn't know how to do water-cooler-talk, didn't know how office gossip worked. Why these after-work drinks at the pub were such an important part of working in an office. You did, or had done, but still, Joe fit in with everyone else and it was very clear that you didn't.

It made you feel inferior but also a little rebellious at the same time.

You reached for a drink for yourself, deciding that you actually would mind wasting two beers that you'd paid for and you copied Joe, taking an even slower sip than he did, buying yourself time. If this was going to happen, if you were going to have drinks and be out with Joe, you weren't going to be the first one to back out. You had said you were going to at least try to be friendly, hadn't you? And it seemed like Joe was trying, so now you had to too.

"For the wedding," Joe clarified, like you didn't understand what he originally meant.

You took long to answer, smacked your lips and looked at your glass as you lowered it, saying, "I don't think we get plus ones, Joe,"

It was Joe's turn to frown.

"Of course we do,"

"Don't think so,"

You had the wedding invitation stuck under a magnet on your fridge. Saw it every day. Nowhere did it mention a plus one for you. You assumed later because you'd been asked to be Mark's best man. You'd have actual jobs to do. Bringing a date just to leave him stranded was weird, and so it made sense to you.

"Why wouldn't we?"

Joe hadn't had the same train of thought, it turned out.

"Does your wedding invitation have a plus one on? Because mine doesn't,"

Joe thought back, eyes darting around but not really looking at anything. "I don't... I don't remember word for word exactly what the invitation said–" Joe paused abruptly and looked at you, one corner of his mouth slightly upturned. "Well, I do, of course," He didn't, but he didn't need you to know that. "But surely..."

"I think they kind of want us to focus on the jobs we've been given," you said, feeling all smug that you got to tell Joe something he didn't know yet. One-upping Joe felt stupidly good. You were in jeans! In dirty old canvas trainers!

"Oh yea," Joe quipped, and you didn't like how casual that suddenly sounded.

"Like not forgetting the rings,"

And there it was. In a reflex, you lifted your middle finger up at him and immediately realised that Joe could absolutely take full offense. You weren't people who flipped each other off for fun. You said you were to at least try to be friendly, but nothing else had really changed since your meeting over at Joe's house. You weren't suddenly people who were comfortable around each other to be mean in ways you could be mean with Mark, knowing that the bickering was never damaging but more a fun way to get actual frustrations out.

But luckily, Joe gasped a small gasp through a wide smile. No offense taken.

"I thought you said you were nice," the face Joe made almost seemed flirty.

"And you agreed," you threw right back at him. "Even told Pop about it,"

Joe didn't argue, and so you knew you were right. Joe and Poppy had talked about you and Mark.

A pause followed where you weren't sure how to continue the conversation, and the feeling of wanting to abandon the evening all together crept back in. You'd had half a beer, had said some words to each other, so you knew it'd be all right for you to now go, well, I actually have to go get going. But then, something else crossed your mind.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Joe absolutely wasn't expecting the tone switch in you, suddenly sort of serious.

"Have you thought about your speech already?"

You'd briefly mentioned it the other night, your speeches. You'd said that you would just need to make sure that the vague idea of them wouldn't be insanely different from each other. If you were just going to do a a short quick little cute speech, Joe couldn't do an insanely long one that included a whole PowerPoint presentation, or something else insane, like a song. But, you'd very quickly come to the conclusion that neither of you wanted to speak into a microphone for very long.

You wanted your speech to be heartwrenchingly beautiful though. Mark was going to fucking wail at his wedding, you'd absolutely make sure of it.

"I have," Joe said, nodded slowly, and for a second you thought, how the fuck is this guy an actor?! He was obviously lying.

"Okay..." you phrased it like a question, and a short silence followed where you both narrowed your eyes at each other, not fully trusting what wasn't said aloud. Joe was confusing you and you didn't like it.

"But we really don't get plus ones?"

You knew Poppy would have laughed at the way he said it. You didn't. You just shrugged.

"Maybe Poppy doesn't want you to bring a date, just because,"

Oof. Wrong thing to say. Insinuating all kinds of things Joe didn't appreciate, you could see it in the sudden tension in his jaw. It hit almost below the belt. You kind of meant it, though. Had that blown up framed photo of them on your mind still.

"And perhaps Mark doesn't want you to bring one for the same reason,"

You learnt the hard way that dishing it out was far easier than taking it.

That stung, like it always did when people would assume you and Mark were dating, and wouldn't believe it when you said you weren't.

It stung almost extra because you'd just thrown someone a comment you hated getting yourself, and then got it right back like you deserved. The fact that it was from someone who'd probably gotten the comment loads too made you feel even worse about it.

Served you right.

If the air between you hadn't been awkward but maybe sort of pleasant for a second, you missed it.

Slow sips from wet beer glasses were had, and you cursed yourself for not being able to just call it a night already. You were committed to win this now, even though none of this was a contest. Nothing ever was, but you were just like that. Couldn't help wanting to win at everything, especially when it came to petty shit like this. There was no way you were going to leave this pub before Joe did.

It was all awkward comments, feigned naturalness and ease, and when you finished your second beer, you hated how Joe just went and ordered another two. He kept you there and you realised he was onto you. He fucking knew you weren’t going to say no, weren’t going to be the one to back out first. You were too much like Poppy in that way, you thought, and it felt a little vulnerable. Like Joe could read you, could really see right through you, just because he knew Poppy so well.

But with alcohol in your system, you started feeling invincible. Feelings like guilt and regret took a back seat, which was dangerous.

Made you order the next round, just out of sheer spite. And you'd barely eaten - just things like cucumber and carrots with hummus and tzatziki - and started to really feel the effects of it.

Made you smile at a stranger like you shared an inside joke when he bumped into Joe and made him spill some of his drink.

Made you ask stupid questions, like why Joe had a cropped photo of him and Poppy framed in his hallway.

"I don't know if you've fully understood the situation, but I can explain it in simpler words, if you'd like?"

Patronising. Joe spoke to you like you were an idiot.

"I am friends with Poppy, and have been friends with her for a looong time. We're family, and sometimes it's nice to have photographs of family up on your walls. Some people think so, at least,"

So very patronising, it was honestly insulting. He was also missing the point. Didn't understand what you meant. He probably wouldn't, even if you explained it, you thought, so you left it alone.

"It's okay if you don't get it," Joe looked down his glass before adding, "if you don't have that same sort of bond with Mark, I don't expect you to understand," and taking a sip.

Too far.

You were getting too intoxicated to just... take shit like this.

"Oh you wouldn't fucking know what friendship was if it stared you right in the face," you challenged.

For a second tonight had been about proving to each other that your friendship with you best friends didn't cross any inappropriate boundaries. Now, however, it was suddenly all about proving to Joe that your friendship with Mark outweighed his friendship with Poppy.

Joe had no fucking idea how bonded you and Mark were.

How you'd gone through absolutely shit in your teens, and how Mark had managed to haul you through, pulling you out at the other end with a lot less scars than you'd imagined beforehand.

How you'd spent years not thinking you'd live past your teens, battered and bruised from trusting people you were told time and time again you could trust. Had to trust. But should've never trusted. How Mark was the one who'd held out a friendly hand and had proven to you time and time again that men sometimes didn't want all the things you weren't ready to give. Weren't willing to hand over.

How Mark had fixed parts of you which you'd redeemed unfixable until he'd gotten all up in there.

How Mark was solely responsible for your strong belief in the power of kindness. The power of true friendship. The platonic soulmates type of shit.

Joe had no fucking idea. And so you told him again, "You wouldn't even fucking recognise it,"

Joe was about to fight you on it, but he felt something had shifted. Saw something in your expression, in your eyes, that made him swallow his words whole.

Joe saw something that made him believe you on your word. Maybe his friendship with Poppy was a small tiny thing in comparison.

"I'm sorry," Joe's features softened immediately upon the sight of you, and it was all kinds of wrong.

Somehow everything felt unfair all of the sudden.

You needed to leave.

Needed to be polite and thank Joe for the lovely evening all sarcastically and leave without a good excuse to do so. Just, get out.

Away from Joe who didn't understand. Who made fun. Who judged. And who was he to fucking talk?

When you hurridly turned, intending to run, Joe gently reached and touched your upper arm. Strong fingers, but somehow a soft touch.

"I need to leave," you said, and without saying anything else, Joe let you go and let you walk out.

No questions asked.

No goodbye from either of you.

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spicybylerpolls · 1 month

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Well, unknown hero agent man / pen symbolism anon, i hope you're reading this, cos you hit the nail on the head! this kind of symbolic storytelling is not only a fine art of cinema (being lost these days a little sadly, what with the whole netflix speedy turnover etc), but exactly what (good) films of the horror genre aim to do.

horror has long been a way to creatively tell 'normal' dramatic stories through subtext and symbolism. not sure if this is still a way around traditional censorship but im sure it began that way. films like the exorcist, the shining, rosemary's baby... all classics that are filled with subtext. its also an exciting way to talk about things that might seem trite or too bleak when portrayed as a 'straight' drama (this is the term meaning 'non-genre based' or 'non-musical' lmao). So you could say that ST is NOT straight, in more ways than one 😉

but much of this will go over casual viewers heads, so its finding the balance between making a story believable on the surface (another dimension exists! scary government men trying to kill us!) and subtextually (the UD as a metaphor for trauma/AIDS/closeted homosexuality/abuse etc) if viewers are clever enough to see/feel it. i say feel because much of storyviewing is instinctive instead of analytical.

so ST incorporates both - not just metaphorical, vague storytelling, but also real issues too. but it goes one step further, and actually has characters talk explicitly about reading deeper into stuff (murray's behind the curtain speech). it's a very meta show, even for a genre piece, which is why it astounds me that some people think it's not that deep lol. and some people think that only literature can be deep, but never tv or movies - which is an insult to anyone who has ever been passionate about cinema tbh. It's a statement that would probably rip the heart out of the duffers' chests and stomp on it. these guys are super nerds who have dedicated their adult lives to this passion project. as finn said, 'most people make it then just cash in - im so glad they still care'.

I'm sorry you don't feel comfortable talking about the beauty of this storytelling on your main. it really does surprise me that the fandom is so censorship obsessed because sexual metaphors have long existed in visual media, and especially in horror films. there used to be a long post about byler and a potential sex scene at lover's lake on here, but the user disappeared and the post went missing. it was about all the sexual imagery in ST, with a focus on byler in s4. i especially loved how they mentioned mike's introduction, where he was just in underwear: it is both appropriate for the setting, but also gets the audience used to him as a growing lad with a body and draws attention to those uncomfortable, potentially sexual aspects of being a teen. i mean, he was in tiny pants for god's sake. did we need to see that? why did we see it? etc etc

hilariously, they also referenced the always sunny in philadelphia scene where a character is in a therapist office talking about a pen being a dick. he then puts it in his mouth and chews the pen lmoao

i think you'd enjoy @therainscene's rod symbolism post too. I'm personally hoping for some explicit sex scenes with byler, because the show so far has arguably been telling that story metaphorically already for 4 seasons, and bringing it out of the subtext could be a storytelling device in itself. bringing byler's secrets into the light. after all, this is a period piece that aims to shed light on a bygone era. its not a propaganda piece that needs to remain coded; the reasons for staying secretive still exist for mike and will in the 80s, but times have changed since then for us as a global audience, and more importantly, the aspirational message has changed. what message would the duffs want to send to viewers that are still bigoted? clearly one of the beauty of homosexuality, seeing as will, our fav gay boy, has been the darling sympathetic victim of the show since s1e1. the show needs to remain true to both the 80s while also having a strong message for this decade in order for modern audiences to be able to gain something from watching this story; in order for there to be a reason the show exists at all.

so to answer your question, i had never picked up on the pen symbolism until now, but i immediately agree, not least because 1) it must have a meaning that connects to byler's conversation otherwise why does it just interrupt them with no reason? (from a storytelling pov), and 2) because of the always sunny scene lolllll

thanks for the discourse! if you stick around into s5, im sure we will be able to start discussing this on our mains. it'll be a new era and there might even be gifs/pics of byler to accompany our 'spicy' discourse haha!

Amazing/fascinating points! Thanks for adding to the discussion!

#byler #spicy byler #will byers #mike wheeler #no poll

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girlsgoneplague · 3 months

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Cramps

Spock x reader

Warnings: period talk (not graphic) cursing, depression

Promt: pain/comfort, you have the day off however your period has kept you in bed all day so your boyfriend Spock comes to check on you

Part 1 of 2 or 3, I plan on in the second part it gets worse

Waking up that morning you knew something was wrong whenever you rolled over, the cool wetness of your ass made it obvious your pad just couldn't take it last night. After groaning into your pillow for a solid minute you decide to get up and get cleaned up. When you get in the bathroom its obvious the pad never stood a chance, so you take off all your clothes and put them in the laundry hamper

So much for having a relaxing off day...

Before taking a shower you also removed all of your bedding, as well the pillow case since it won't match your other bedsheets. The pale blue of your former bedsheets start to irritate you and instead of putting them in the hamper you decide to throw the fitted sheet away. A ringing on your PADD goes off so you make your way to your bedside table and pick it up to see Spock is calling.

"Hey babe, I was just about to hop into the shower" you keep the screen aimed at your face in case he's with someone else.

"Hello, I trust you slept well?"

You sigh, "not really, I ruined my light blue bedsheets and I didn't even fall asleep until pretty late last night"

He tilts his head slightly, "I see, well the duration of my shift will end in a few hours, I will come to check on you."

You smile as you nod, "I'd love that, bring me something to eat too will you?"

"I shall, please continue your morning, I will see you soon"

"See you soon Spock" you end the call and make your way to the shower. Your cramps are starting to act up and a nice hot shower will ~hopefully~ help it.

After 30 minutes you've given up on the prospect of easing your pain. They haven't gotten worse but since its been so long its started to irritate you.

I swear they've just been getting worse these past few months....maybe I need to see McCoy.

After thinking it over you decide its not serious enough for that, if it gets worse then you'll have a good enough excuse to waste an entire day in sick bay. The worst part about it so far was the damper it put on your mood. Its only been about an hour since you've woken up but crawling back into bed is the only appealing thing to you right now. You look at the clock and see it's only 11:03.

You haven't changed your bedsheets yet but decide to lay on it bare anyway, the only thing touching your skin is the robe you were gifted last Christmas. It's dark blue and goes all the way down to your shins so it acts like your blanket for now.

After a few minutes you decide to try and watch something before you get too caught up in your own head. After picking an old cartoon movie you've never seen called Treasure Planet, you decide during the opening scenes you'll actually eat something.

I'm sure spock won't be back for another couple hours I think he mentioned around 4pm the last time we talked-

Suddenly your PADD starts to light up again, wondering if it was the man himself you leaned over to find it was actually Uhura.

"Hey whats up?" You ask somewhat confused

"You forgot about lunch didnt you?" She said with a small smirk

"Ohhhhhh shit im so sorry! I forgot this was the only day this week we both had free, my period came yesterday and its been kicking my ass"

She raises her eyebrows, "Oh my, that sounds like you've been busy dealing with the worst time of the month I understand. Its kind of weird that you're having issues though, you don't usually have cramps that bad right?"

"Right!! I have no idea why they're so bad this time around, I haven't even gotten around to changing my bedsheets-of which I RUINED last night" you shake your head and move the screen to show you laying down on your bare bed

"Yikes, well to be honest I actually called because I'm already in the mess hall but Sulu wants to join me for lunch, would you be offended if I visited you tomorrow after my shift?"

"Not at all, im not really in the mood to socialize....or get dressed haha. I only really want to see Spock so we can cuddle"

She rolls her eyes, "yeah yeah I'm sure your hot boyfriend will help melt the pain away. But if you need anything at all before he shows up then call me"

"Sure thing, you have fun with Sulu and tell him I said hi" I waved bye as she said she would and then hung up.

I put the device back down and roll over on my back, the cramps are getting bad enough I decide to take some Tylenol and grab my medicine bag to fill up with hot water.

I'm so glad I bought this damn thing, take that you stupid uterus

After gettin settled on the bed you realize you didnt actually grab something to eat, but maybe that's a good thing because your stomach also starts to act up.

It be your own body, your own treacherous body

At least the movie still has an hour left before you paused it, so you hit resume and make a wall of pillows on your bed to protect your back from the hard headboard.

After about 30 minutes you decide to send Spock a message asking how long he will be on duty. After a few minutes he responds

Unfortunately I have to stay slightly longer than planned, so far we belive the problem will be taken care of by 5 at the latest. My apologies

You frown but don't want to make a big deal about it, especially since its not his fault so you respond quickly

Thats fine! Just don't forget to bring me some dinner, I want pizza, you know how I like it. I hope the ship isn't giving you too many issues i know we had a rough day yesterday

Rough is an understatement, however it comes with the job and you both understand most things are out of your control when it comes to repairs and maintenance.

Indeed. I shall update you at 4 about my arrival.

You smile at the screen and think about how happy you'll be when he gets here

In the meantime I can ask Uhura for some chicken noodle soup. Thank you:)

You look up and realize you didn't pause the movie but luckily there's not been anything super crazy that happened. Its actually grabbed your attention quite well. However you do pause it to message Uhura because you're not sure if you can call her.

You free? I've got a craving for some chicken noodles or maybe even some chicken and dumplings, either way something warm with chicken

As you wait for a reply you get up to change the water in your medicine bag again, after you get up however you realize you have to use the bathroom.....immediately.

When you get in there you cuss loudly

How the fuck did my pad manage to slip off, I swear today is not my day

After you finish up, you change your underwear again and rub your sore breasts.

This is possibly the worst off day I've ever had, including when we were all turned into those rocks or cubes or whatever they were*

Looking at the clock you quickly realize its only a little after 12. And since Uhura hasn't responded its starting to look a lot like you'll be alone for quite some time.

The movie ended after some time, it was really good but you frequently clenched your whole body due to the waves of cramps. And thankfully Uhura had let you know she would bring you food around 1. So you searched around for another movie to keep your mind off of things and settled on Asteroid City. After a few minutes you hear a knock so you get pause it to open the door.

After it slides open you smile at the sight of your friend with some much needed soup, "so whatd you bring me?"

She hands you the tray and follows you into the room, "just some chicken and dumplings, I remember last time you had noodles so I thought I'd take the liberty of switching things up for you"

"I love it when you make our relationship spicy" you chuckle and sit down on your bed gesturing her to join you.

She looks at your screen, "oh you'll like this one, but after this you should watch that horror movie that came out in the same year"

In between spoonfuls you ask her to send you the title in case you forget.

You and her chat for some time until she gets up to stretch, "well I think I'll leave you to it, I have the holo deck reserved for 3 and I'd hate to be late. See you later"

"Sure thing, see you!" You wave to her as she leaves and start your movie again.

2 hours later you decided this Wes Anderson was definitely worth checking out. Then you look at your PADD to see the title Uhura sent you and also notice Spock has sent you a message as well

Excellent news, I shall be done in less than an hour. Is there anything else you need me to bring?

Yes please! I need new bedsheets I can't find any clean ones. I like yours so maybe you could bring those?

Clicking on Talk To Me, you lean back again and wait for him to respond.

Roughly 20 minutes later you hear a knock on your door, so you pause the movie and practically run to see if its Spock

Once the door slides open you grin at the sight of him with a pair of sheets underneath a tray with an entire pizza.

"I missed you so much, here let me take the tray"

He lets you grab the tray while he starts to unfold the sheets, "I have missed you as well T'hy'la, I trust you were not disappointed with my tardiness"

You set the food down at the small table you usually eat dinner at, that is when you're not suffering, and turn to face him. "Its not your fault T'hy'la, besides im sure you can make it up to me"

The ghost of a smile is on his face as he walks over to you to hold your hand and lean his forhead against yours, "I will try"

You give him a kiss and tell him to start eating so you can finish your movie.

As you eat your pizza, and he eats his soup you discuss his day as well as how awful you've been feeling, "I mean I seriously have no idea why its been so bad this time around" you notice a frown on his face and raise an eyebrow

"If you are truly having issues why did you not see McCoy?" Concern all over his face makes you feel like you've said the wrong thing.

"Its just that I didn't think it mattered that much" you look away from him and at the floor, "I just didn't want to spend the day in sick bay or worse taking some disgusting medicine that makes me lose my appetite"

He considers this for a moment and reaches across the table to hold his two fingers out to you for a Vulcan kiss. "While I do not understand the human response of hating the doctors i understand you would have gone if you felt that the pain was too much, but please mention it the next time you have a check up"

You smile softly and nod your head, "deal, so long as you spend the night with me?"

His eyes light up and the corners of his mouth slightly turn upwards, "I believe those terms are acceptable"

You both finish up your meal and he excuses himself to grab a change of clothes while you head to the bathroom to change your pad yet again.

One of these days maybe he'll just keep a change of clothes here

You ponder to yourself about the future for a moment until you start to have an awful pain shoot through your abdomen.

You leave the bathroom and immediately lay down to curl yourself into a ball, its not clear how long you stay in that position but when Spock returns he knocks and let's himself in after you tell him its fine. He immediately walks over to your bed at the sight of you, "is the pain becoming too much?"

You nod slightly and roll over to face him, "is it alright if we just lay here together for awhile"

"Of course, just allow me to change into my robes"

You feebly nod and go to turn the movie back on, you might as well finish it before bed considering its not even 6 yet. After he gets changed he looks at the screen, then at you, and raises an eyebrow.

"A recommendation from Uhura" you respond to his wordless question

"I see, well you'll forgive me if I do not watch it with you"

"All I need is you, I know you don't like this sort of thing but I'm glad you indulge my human tendancies"

"There are many qualities of yours i admire, and as you are well aware I do not require silence in order to think about how to improve my work efficiency"

You shake your head slightly as he climbs into bed, "well as long as you're holding me i couldn't care less what you're thinking about i just enjoy your company"

A light green blush comes across his features, "I too enjoy being with you" he grabs your face and kisses you for a few moments until you break the kiss to groan about your lower abdomen. He places his hand on your forehead and looks in your eyes to silently ask permission to ease your pain. You nod and his presence fills your brain, the pain starts to leave your mind as you finally relax for the first time that day.

"I don't know what I would do without you" you tell him as he lowers his hand and once again wraps his arms around you.

"I am sure you would-"

"That was rhetorical, and I don't think I could love anyone like how I love you" the light green blush returns to his face and he puts his forehead to yours again.

"I love you as well" he tells the computer to turn the lights off and you fall asleep despite the horror movie still on in the background. He watches you for a few moments to be sure you've fallen asleep and then turns off the movie and allows himself to drift off alongside you.

End of part one

Authors Notes, in the original series theres an episode where only 5 of the essential crew weren't turned into these blocks so if you're curious this is what I was referencing in the paragraph that talks about being turned into rocks lol

#spock #x reader #comfort #fluff #helpful boyfriend because we have standards here #uhura being a good friend

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actualbird · 10 months

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//cn spoilers

been watching and playing billiards a lot recently and i have to say: ARTEM FUCKING WING WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING RESPECT THE GAME I'M SO PISSED-

https://twitter.com/nxx_eun_03/status/1672893389510176768

The only situation where he might be on the table like this is if he can't hit the q ball (white one) but from the positioning, HE CAN HIT IT JUST FINE WITHOUT GETTING ON THE TABLE LIKE THIS.

Next and my biggest issue: What the actual fuck is that arm positioning. Congrats Artem, I hate it.

If he's going to hit like that it messes up aim. he might hit the ball too low or it might not even hit the balls he wanted to. In the video, he did hit too low, and maybe with a bit too much force. The ball is going to bounce and completely miss the ball he's trying to hit if it's anywhere near the q ball, but even if it didn't bounce it's going to completely fuck up his shot.

IN FACT HE SHOULDN'T EVEN BE IN THAT POSITION TO START WITH. The only time when you have the pole raised higher than barely above the table is when you have a ball near the q ball and you're trying to avoid touching it by accident (that's a foul). THERE'S LITERALLY NOTHING HE MIGHT ACTUALLY HIT SO ARTEM IS MESSING UP HIS SHOT FOR NO REASON WHAT IS HE DOING

AAAAAAAAAYAPAYPAOTAOTARIR --having a meltdown

hi rose! and jhVKJHAFHASFHSAKJFAHAHAHAHAA I SAW THE ARTEM CARD YESTERDAY YEAH BUT OMG IM LOSING IT AT HIS POSTURE BEING PRAGMATICALLY HORRIBLE

i dont know anything about billiards but when i first saw this, my thought process was first "WOW, HOT"

and then "...sir is the leg on the table really necessary?"

now with ur professional opinion that it is Not necessary, this card cg is making me laugh a lot more kjHVKSJHFVJSHDF. like do not get me wrong he is still So Very Hot, but artem. my man. u r gonna mess up this shot and also pull a muscle or something LMAO

the only possible reason i can see for doing this is for sheer Attractiveness Intimidation towards the other player. i mean, if i was going against a hot guy like this and he posed so bombastically uhhhhh Like This, i'd be so flabbergasted and flustered that i'd mess up my next shot easily. JKHVSKJFHVAKHFAK

that or its fanservice (it's most definitely fanservice) and i cant complain about that because as a fan....i am Definitely served

funny thing, i wasnt looking much at his leg personally. i was uh. looking at his hand. uh. i made one (1) very not safe 4 work tweet about his hand on twt and then i decided to stop looking at the card altogether because i wld become increasingly More unhinged if i continued

sidenote: i adore the name of this event "Cue of the Champions" it's so dang clever!!

sidenote 2: im excited because didnt the first series of Alternate Activities/Occupations Solo SSR Events finish already (tailor marius, perfumer vyn, firefighter luke, racecar artem)? is this a SECOND series of Alternate Activities/Occupations Solo SSR Events???? and given how artem's is our first and is of a much more formal aesthetic than the racecar one, am i correct in assuming (i.e. HOPING) that this 2nd series will follow the pattern of artem and luke having a more formal activity (since in the 1st one they had the more 'rugged' activities) this time around, and then marius and vyn getting a more rugged activity to complete the reversal??????

sidenote 3: doES THAT MEAN WE MIGHT GET LUKE IN A SUIT FOR HIS SOLO SSR IN THIS SERIES????????? AAAAAAAA PLEASE PLEASE PLEAAAAASSEEE

sidenote 4: sorry this ask about artem ended up with me thinking about luke. my neural pathways lead back to luke like how all roads lead to rome. jhvJHVKJDFVJKDSF

#roshie-writes #THIS RESPONSE IS ALL OVER THE PLACE APOLOGIES KAJFVAASFOASF #tot spoilers #asks

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koulakoukoula2003 · 2 years

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in my head, erwin is this 40 year old virgin who still gets flustered around women and when he falls in love he'll be sincere and its so cute. So imagine my shock when i read erwin in your fics as a dominating manwhore who breaks women's hearts :')

First of, TYSM FOR READING MY FICS 🥰🥰🥰 lmaooooo 'dominating manwhore' AHAHAHAHAH

Second, JUST LOOK AT THIS MAN, ANON, and tell me he's not a dominating manwhore LMFAO I'VE NO IDEA how you look at Erwin and you're like YEAH THIS MAN'S A TOTAL VIRGIN

He's so manipulative, he's probably slept with noble ppl's daughters so that he can get them to pay sponsorships for the Survey Corps AHAHAHAHAH

I mean, I get it with Levi being a virgin and all, but Erwin's totally the opposite of Levi. Levi has feelings and he feels those feelings very intensely (so he doesn't open up to have sex with someone very easily), but Erwin?

Erwin has totally convinced himself he doesn't feel anything (even tho he does) so he (thinks he) doesn't mind fucking with someone and then leaving them the second it's over (he does feel guilt, but he's burying it just like he's burying everything else he's feeling). He will use everything and everyone to his advantage and sex is no exception.

The ONLY reason he'll break your heart for, it's cuz he doesn't accept your love. Otherwise, he is INDEED the perfect man. He'll buy you flowers, chocolates, treat you like a princess, baby the shit out of you when you're on your period or when you're moody or sick. He doesn't forget anniversaries, he takes you on expensive restaurants AND WHATEVER you want, he buys it to you. Clothing, jewellery, expensive shit, he doesn't mind. This man's EXTREME, he'll give you EVERYTHING.

But he won't give you his love.

My HC is, that he doesn't know how to do FEELINGS. He fucks like a god, he can fuck you and kiss you and FOOL you so damn easily that he LOVES YOU, but his job always comes first.

If your death means the salvation of humanity, he won't hesitate to toss you into battle. He won't tell you he loves you. He won't promise you that he's not going to die. No matter how PRECIOUS he is to you, he will still throw himself in battle cuz HE TELLS HIMSELF that he doesn't care about you, even tho, he does.

You will always come second in his priorities, the first being his job and his duties and his dreams.

So yeah, he is not the perfect man (I WENT OVERBOARD WITH THIS IM SORRY i can be talking about erwin all day tbh). HE WILL break your heart if it means it helps him get closer to achieving his dreams.

And I also HC he lost his virginity sometime in the training corps or when he became a young scout, chicks were totally swooning over him lmao but he never sought for something permanent. A meaningful relationship to get married and have a wife and children because HE KNOWS he will die one day for this 'higher' purpose he's aiming for.

Like, his dad died when he was a boy, Erwin doesn't want to do the same to his own potential children. So he doesn't want to have any, because he will still put his job and duties above his own family. That's why he is a heartbreaker.

Plus, 40-YEAR-OLD VIRGIN???? ERWIN???? You're telling me he's been interacting with ppl for forty years and no one thought about fucking this man???? Have you seen how this man looks like???? He looks like a fucking god who's directly fallen from the heavens and is now sitting on the throne of hell. He looks like a fucking angel with the soul of a devil.

I know y'all imagine the best, most perfect husband material man when you look at Erwin (cuz we all NEED the perfect man) but he's really not even remotely close to anything like that, let's be honest LMAO

Obviously, this is just my personal HC, y'all are free to HC him however you like I MEAN THIS IS THE BEAUTY of fanfiction!

Also, I got this ask a few weeks back, an anon asking me write a 40 year old virgin erwin losing his virginity to a virgin reader I'M SO SORRY IT'S TAKING ME SO LONG u must be the same person who asked for it BUT IT IS IN MY DRAFTS and im working on it uwu TYSM FOR WAITING 🥺🥰🥰🥰

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probably-a-plant-thing · 4 months

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sorry I know I'm late to the party but time is an illusion and The Sims has been keeping me in a choke hold

from these

for Val: 2, 13, 22, 36, 37, 40 (I am sorry it's 11 pm and I think I'm funny), 49

for Anon: 14, 17, 37, 44, 45, 48,

for Skulk: 7, 22, 30, 37, 43

for Rylan: 8, 9, 21, 22, 23, 37

feel free not to respond to everything, it's...

a lot

AA!! Hey hey!!

Im gona slap this under a "read more" because its a long one :D

Valentine Beltane:

2) Savory or nutty flavors, though he doesn't really eat human food, he is a big meat enjoyed. Give that boy a steak 13) Smoke and musk. Honestly, he'd thrive if he got taken to a steakhouse now looking at him. 22) He doesn't think so, but it's pretty alright. Just a man who'll quietly sing while he works. 36) He does! He braided his own hair when it was pretty long but now he doesn't bother. 37) He's scared of thunder. His hearing is excellent, so thunder is extra loud and extra scary. He's like a dog in that way. 40) Nope! Craves it. Sees a bleeding person and is more scared of losing control 49) No, he's pretty smooth-skinned

Anon:

14) Pine with some floral hints. They try to aim for neutral sents but usually default to perfumes. 17) Winter! He can wear all his beloved layers and she won't get heatstroke over it 37) Spiderss! If she sees a spider anywhere near their studio they won't enter it for days. 44) He's very skilled! He tends to make little music videos for his songs 45) First of all, they have this backpack and it contains all her journals n sketchbooks.

48) They know how to keep their head above water but he never really needed to learn

Skulk:

7) Jerboas and Chincillas 22) I mean his voice claim is Jerma so.... no but it's funny [Link] 30) Fashion backward. Fashion cringe. He kills people in workout clothes and combat boots 37) Bright light. He's a gremlin 43) I mean his kills can be pretty creative, but other than that he leans more toward his brains n brawn than his inner artist

Rylan Hitchcock:

8) Ry sleeps in a random t-shirt n sweatpants, he just grabs whatever from his drawer when he's tired and his bed is super warm. 9) Stomach sleeper. Tummy Snoozer. 21) He can play piano, but hates that he doesn't play any "loud" instruments but also he doesn't want to bother to learn now. 22) Don't know, I've never imagined him singing. I'll leave that to headcanon. 23) Yeh! He does fairly often, though it's more in the realm of mumbling to himself as he does anything. 37) He is scared of dogs. He got bit by one once as a child, which resulted in a seeded fear of canines and an unrealized distrust of his mother. Refuses to admit it, but he will go out of his way to run them over if given the opportunity.

#original character #slasher oc #tumblr moots #ask game #skulk #anon #rylan hitchcock #valentine beltane

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justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms · 2 months

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hi it's me again lol i started watching spy x family and omfg. i get the hype now. it's so good

matchup(s) for spy x family, bsd and haikyuu pls!! i added some more details

some facts abt my appearance lol: im 4'9 (i am fr), kind of chubby, brown filipino, dark brown hair. also im an istj. 5w6 based on a quiz i took some months ago.

in terms of personality, im naturally quiet lol i can't help it. even when im around ppl i like, im still on the listeners side unless i have something good to say. otherwise im sorry but you'll have to be the one to start convos 😭

my jokes are mean so im kind of afraid to joke around unless ik they can argue back jokingly. and aren't sensitive. i'm also kind of blunt to the point that it's sometimes a problem. i'll apologize obv but man it makes me a little antisocial lol

in spite of istj stereotypes, i (try to) give my criticism very gently. i try to make sure that the other person knows im not judging or insulting but giving advice. i'm blunt but not that blunt

i like helping ppl out & taking care of others, actually. i like feeling appreciated/needed by others. tbh, it's why im aiming to become a nurse if i pass the exams. if i don't, i still want something along those lines. :))

hobbies: reading (aka prowling around in libraries), watching shows, i like cooking too but idk if it counts bc i don't have many opportunities to do it

aesthetic: coquette, femme fatale sort of thing. laces, bows, frills, etc. i like everything on me modest tho

likes : coffee, any hot drink, reading (tho i don't have the mind power these days lol) , scary movies, ghost hunting videos, history docs, romance but with awkward fmcs. taking walks, and... pink.

dislikes : cluttered spaces (i can't handle stuff just being thrown around. i need even a bit of organisation. not much of a clean freak but i need to know where everything is), crowded and noisy places, non-specific instructions (stresses me out fr), not submitting stuff on time bc its embarrassing, awkward situations (ex. meeting someone for the first time)

have a great timezone!! hope ur food is always warm unless u want it cold 🍲

Hi! Thank you for your request! I took out the Bungo Stary Dogs matchup since you mentioned you've already got one before. Sorry this took so long. I hope you like your matchups!

In Spy x Family, I match you with...

This was a close call between Loid and Yuri, but I think you’d get along slightly better with Loid due to his less boisterous personality.

Loid loves cooking with you and taking walks. There’s not a lot in his life that he finds relaxing but spending quality time with you doing something as mundane as walking or cooking helps him take a load off.

Very clean so no need to worry about clutter. He does his fair share of housekeeping, so you also don’t have to worry about being run off your feet trying to keep the house clean all by yourself.

Admires your desire to help people. That’s one of the main reasons he became a spy, so he values that trait in others greatly. It makes him feel like he can trust you.

Loid is amazing at making you feel needed and appreciated without forcing you to work too hard for it. You hung up his coat for him? Thank you so much. You set the table for dinner before he got home? That’s great, it means you can cook together and have dinner earlier now.

In Haikyuu, I match you with...

You and Kiyoko are the quiet (and kind of intimidating) power couple. While you can both be a bit standoffish, you do like helping people and genuinely care about those close to you.

I see Kiyoko as someone who enjoys watching history documentaries and ghost hunting videos. They’re very different from what people think of when they see her, but I think she finds them intriguing.

Loves taking walks with you! There’s nothing better than being able to finish up with the volleyball team and walking home with the person you care about most.

Speaking of the volleyball team, there’s absolutely no way there’s ever going to be a peaceful or quiet moment with them around. If you’re still uncomfortable in noisy places like this, Kiyoko’s more than happy to meet up with you somewhere quieter.

Sometimes she needs to vent about school or her commitments with the team so she’s very grateful you’re there to lend an ear. Please know that she’s there for you if you ever need to talk as well.

#writing #fanfic #matchup #matchup request #request #spy x family #loid forger #haikyuu #kiyoko shimizu

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mishkakagehishka · 11 months

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yeah no fr you get it. i notice so many little things that just feel weird when games try to be too realistic. like modern fallout games? you immediately notice when character's mouths or animations are wonky. tbh i play far too few super-realistic-games to really point out any ones i have flaws with but like!

final fantasy! 15 is pretty realistic but still keeps that anime vibe. prompto's hair is a little silly but hey, its ff! and it fits in the world and doesn't feel off. kh? entirely silly. even in kingdom hearts 3 where there's a lot more like "high-def" textures and stuff, all the characters are so silly and anime-esque that it still just works.

hell i sometimes think ts2 has more polish and personality than ts4, and that came out in approx 2004...

idk man i love my silly anime games and my clunky/chunky/low-poly graphics. realism is fun as are pretty graphics but man. i can look past shitty graphics if the story and characters are fun and i have a reason to care. but if the graphics are slowing my device down and i can barely play? that's just a pain.

on that note why are assassin's creed games so fucking big. i had to dl over 100gb for ac: valhalla awhile ago. is this even necessary anymore...? ngl i like ac4's graphics more than the more modern games sometimes...

sorry im a little passionate abt games. oopsies. ily corks

No, but exactly, that's why i brought up ff. It has a dash of realism to it, but the charas look so stylised in the anime way despite that, that flaws don't jump out as much as they do in the RE engine, to me. I very much remember wonky hair being a thing despite the fact that i played one (1) 3D final fantasy entry, and that was years ago, but it never struck me as odd, because... it was stylised, and it could get explained as part of the style. When you aim for photorealism, even the most minor flaw registers as - a flaw, cannot be explained by saying "it's stylised".

And, yeah, real. I can't tell you for Valhalla or Odyssey - I don't own them and don't really have an urge to get them either (not in an elitist "it's not a proper ac game", but just a bit of a side-eyeing "i play ac for certain reasons, and odyssey and valhalla took a path that removed those reasons"), but from what I hear they have a fuckton of content. I think Origins also took so much to download, it was ridiculous.

(And same tho. I made tumblr bc i wanted to be insane ab elder scrolls somewhere, enstars just kinda took over. But i've always been a video game freak)

#oh asscreed. idk i play it for the ''hey what if this historical event... actually went like this.....'' and then for the weird ass lore #they made but i feel like origins i barely accepted but then after origins it kinda took a nosedive for me #i love fantasy and i love historical fantasy but imo odyssey and valhalla went too far into fantasy and don't really have much on the #historical aspects - as that was my main draw to the franchise i don't feel much of an interest to those newest entries #besides the gameplay change. i'm still not quite used to origins - it just doesn't feel Right in my hands even tho i do prefer RPGs #but well! if it's fun it's fun #but black flag was beautiful #a lotta folks criticised it bc assassins couldn't be pirates #but i could write an essay on how it fits perfectly as an assassin's creed game.#it really is good i love it #throwback to the time i played it so much i developed a welsh accent #<- the charm of being a non-native speaker is that you tend to just absorb whatever accent you listen to the most #or at least such is my experience #asks

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aethergalaxias · 1 year

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ninjago crystallized rewrite (kinda)

UGH so i guess i deleted that post i made where i asked people about complaints they had about crystallized??? so here i am making a brand new post instead. please kill me

spoilers below!!!

harumi

give her a consistent character please. please. please. ple

redemption arc?????

im giving her a redemption arc instead of keeping her evil because i think thats what the writers were aiming for,,, it just didnt turn out well :/

also i feel like keeping her as a villain would be way easier so i wanna do the opposite >:)

no llorumi. get away. die

in this version shes only working for the overlord because he brought her back to life and she doesnt want to die again

a lot less cruel; shows genuine regret over her actions

still doesnt like lloyd, but willing to work with him to get rid of the overlord

refused to explode the ninja in ep 14 which led to the overlord replacing her with clouse (yes. clouse is here) as his second in command

some shit happens with pythor and harumi finds out that he freed the great devourer. harumi gets pissed and decides to betray the overlord

instead of lloyd escaping on his own harumi helps free him and they escape the temple together. emotional conversation ensues. harumi officially leaves the council and becomes an ally

shes down fighting with the main gang during the climax instead of at the overlord’s floating island thing

after helping to rebuild the monastery she pulls a garmadon and goes off on her own to go on a journey of healing and self-reflection or whatever

or she goes to jail and then goes on a journey of healing and self-reflection or whatever. consequences babeyyyyy

i mean i could also just keep her as a villain

i feel like that would be a lot easier. not rewriting a lot here since keeping her evil takes way less effort than giving her a legitimate redemption arc

getting rid of all the scenes where shes like “noooo dont kill lloyd D: possible redemption arc?? oh no wait nvm im evil again” shes just consistently evil now

lloyd doesnt take her with him when he leaves the temple she just jumps out after him. because she is insane <3

uhhh idk what to do with her at the end. she either dies or goes back to prison

problem one fixed. onto the next one.

oni lloyd oni lloyd oni lloyd

it was built up to be this huge thing and we got like five seconds of him??? unacceptable. where is my boy??? let him be angry and go feral and destroy stuff he deserves it

while escaping the council lloyd goes partial oni. he only realizes this once he ends up in the river, which ends up freaking him out, which ends up with him being unable to revert back to Normal Human Form. not full oni at this point hes just got like. the horns and fangs and stuff

(he stays like this until the final battle because why not)

(he stays like this AFTER the final battle because why not)

lloyd is like “oh no im a monster :( what have i become :( this is horrible :(“ until garmadon tells him to stfu and starts training him

(training goes better in this version since lloyd’s stuck with the oni traits which leads him to be a little more accepting of them)

episode stuff happens. yea h

uh uh overlord “kills” garmadon, lloyd goes batshit and turns full oni, Fucking Murders the overlord, crap now hes lost control of his oni form oh no. garmadon is freaking out, garmadon turns into an oni, the elemental dragon shows up, cool epic battle, lloyd regains control, yayyy happy ending cue the music

post battle he still keeps the horns and stuff. its part of his acceptance arc or whatever. im a very big fan of creacher lloyd okay

problem two fixed. man i am killing it

um uh those were my two major problems i guess i’ll just put minor stuff here

nya doesnt get her powers back. consequences for being turned into the ocean. sorry bbg 😔 no more elemental powers all the ninja are average human beings except for zane who is still a robot

“bbbut then howd the merlopians get the message that they needed help???” idk power of friendship. someone sends them an email. nya just yells it really loudly. general Bad Vibes or smth

nyas still a ninja bc like you dont need elemental powers to be a ninja. or something inspirational like that idk

pixal stays as samurai x because nyas too busy being an epic girlboss

the elemental dragon IS the og 4 ninja. they had an awesome magical girl transformation or whatever. dw they turn back to people afterwards just without their powers

clouse should be there. clouse needs to be there. clouse is revived as part of the council and becomes a major antagonist

lloyd legitimately thought his friends were dead in that one episode??? and then he found out they werent and he was like oh ok cool :D ??? anyway now theres a scene after nya and wu rescue him where hes like hhhhhhow the fuck. are you alive i thhought you all got murdered and then he has like 50 emotional breakdowns at once bc i! like! suffering!!!!!!!

wu’s wing mechs are actual dragon wings because garmadon got wings therefore wu should also get wings. i think thats only fair

wu DIES. he falls off the temple and DOESNT land in the water and the newspaper kids DONT find him. sorry dude its for the greater good (lloyds character arc again)

the new ninjas actually do stuff. they are helpful!!! annoying but helpful. also they dont get turned to crystal right off the bat wtf writers

vania gets lines. and a cool emotional fight with her father

lloyd’s problem with his father learning empathy is less focused on the fact that he’s part oni and more focused on the fact that he was literally brought back as a violent destructive overlord hellbent on murdering his son and conquering ninjago

i get rid of the birthday card line. like i get the significance behind it but you could have picked literally anything else??? turned the emotional moment around real fast

also lloyd and garmadon get a better reconciliation arc instead of just arguing Forever

minipix gets a name goddammit. she literally saved their lives and they’re like “oh yeah minipix 7 is a good name” what the hell. why 7. are there 6 other minipixes who've saved your ass from exploding?? yeah i dont think so

that is ALL I HAVE RN ill probably come up with some other stuff later

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