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doobea · 9 months

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I CAN MAKE YOUR BED ROCK - RIN ITOSHI

synopsis: You're a famous online smut author, married to an international superstar athlete, and everyone around you thinks you have the perfect sex life. What they don't realize is Rin sleeps in the guest room and you're still very much a virgin.

contents: fem!reader, arranged marriage, suggestive themes but nothing too explicit (read with caution), characters are all in their mid/late-20s, reader has a small supportive friend group of other smut authors, mentions of alcohol, sex toys, and lots of failed attempts to seduce an oblivious (?) husband, mdni word count: 2.4k a/n: you guys already know that this is gonna be a wild one. is this my debut attempt to write smut but make it a romcom? maybe. this is gonna be a four-part series!!

一 : Oh baby, I be stuck to you like glue ->next.

To say that you’re infamous on the internet isn’t an exaggeration but a truth. No, you haven’t posted anything controversial regarding your marital status and haven’t gotten yourself into a crazy D-List influencer scandal; you’re infamous solely because of your erotica literature and, surprisingly, your in-laws were fine with it.

“Whatever brings home the money.” Your father-in-law would always chime.

You weren't ashamed of your career, and it practically all started in college when you wanted to pass the time writing for your favorite fandom. In a short amount of time, you had gained a small devoted following on your blog that made a lightbulb switch go off in your head - what if I could do this for a living? And so you did. Fast forward three years, now you are making a comfortable living working from anywhere with a wifi signal available and have over 950k followers on your socials, all under your alias 'YN Finalis'. With that many followers, most people would feel worried about their personal life being breached, but you're not dumb; you like to keep your personal life on, what you like to call, "low battery" mode.

Here's what your near million followers do know about: you’re 24 pushing on 25, you've come from a rather wealthy background, you’re married to an athlete, you’ve written well over 40 original explicit stories, and you have a plethora of sex toys and contraptions in your master bedroom.

What they don't know is: you're in an arranged marriage with Rin Itoshi for the past year, he only sleeps in the guest bedroom, and you're a virgin with a really creative mind.

Crazy, right?

But it's not like you're alone in your thoughts, today was the day when you decided to finally vent to your close fellow internet authors about your sexual frustrations.

"My in-laws keep asking me the same thing every time they call," Your voice reaches your laptop where your weekly meeting was set up on the kitchen counter. "I mean just how do they expect us to have a kid when my own husband doesn't even touch me?" You finish the remaining wine in your glass in dismay as sudden gasps were heard from the laptop's speakers.

"He hasn't initiated sex with you in these last few months?" Chigiri gasps.

"More like in the entirety of our relationship." You cry as you pour out another glass. You pick up your laptop, frowning seeing everyone's solemn looks, and make your way to your living room couch. "I'm still a virgin for crying out loud, like who's still a virgin at 24?"

Probably a lot of people but this is about you, not them!

"Oh my god," Hiori looks like he was going to cry for you. "Maybe your husband's just shy? Could it be he hasn't found the right time for it?"

"But a whole year?" Bachira is next to speak. "No wonder your stories have been popping off, you've been super horny."

You try to hold back your drunken sniffles. "I just don't understand! It's not like I'm ugly or anything, plenty of people wanted to date me back in college! He comes home to a clean house, I make fantastic meals that aren't just a ham and turkey sandwich, and for his past birthday I even gifted him an all-paid trip to Okinawa!"

"Shit," Shidou whistles, "I'd fuck you if you made me a ham and turkey sandwich."

"Not now for jokes." Hiori scolds and his tone softens when he speaks to you, "Outside of sex, has your husband been good to you?"

You pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration. "God, yes. He's so good to me you have no idea."

It wasn't like Rin was neglecting you in other forms of intimacy. Hugs and brief kisses were frequent both in and outside of the house. He loves holding your hands, shopping for clothes with you, giving you forehead kisses, and kissing you 'good morning' and 'good night' every day. There was absolutely nothing wrong with him, other than the occasional 'I'm irritated and I need my space' phase that required a whole evening to himself - but that was beside the point.

"Have you guys even talked about it?" Hiori continues.

"Oh god, absolutely no, it's an arranged marriage for fuck sake. What if I come off too strong and he doesn't even see me like that? Then the whole marriage will just be awkward!"

"But he's willing to do all those other things you listed down, maybe he is just shy." Bachira retorts.

"You think maybe he swings the other way?" Shidou asks but it's genuine this time.

A long period of silence falls over everyone as they try to figure out what they could help you with. But ultimately this was your husband to figure out, Rin wasn't married to them and they don't even know who Rin Itoshi was.

“Ah, whatever!” You swirl the wine in your glass around, frowning at your sullen reflection. “Maybe we’ll just end up adopting a baby instead of having one, maybe his parents won’t be able to tell the difference. And maybe I’ll just have to resort to reading other smut to satisfy my lack of intimacy. Chigiri, when is that next chapter coming out?”

A few clicks are heard from the other side of the screen before he says, “You’re in luck, I’m about to have my friend beta read this and it should be up by tonight.”

Perfect, you thought.

Chigiri, whose online username is RedPanther, has the third most followers on the adult website that everyone in the group was a part of. He's known for his works centering around the tropes 'forced proximity' and 'enemies to lovers', often the smut he writes will include a steamy threesome that has some sort of pegging involved - but that's always towards the second to last chapter.

"Oh!" Bachira calls out your name with a smile, "Aren't you working on a new story yourself?"

“Remind me again,” Shidou leans forward, "what's this one about?"

You find yourself feeling slightly lighter now that you've vented and the topic has shifted to something you're more confident speaking about. After a few seconds of rummaging through your Word documents, you drag the file labeled "I CAN MAKE YOUR BED ROCK - rough outlines & ideas.doc" to the group chat. Rarely do you ever share your creativity flow with other people but, after your unwarranted trauma dump, you figure it was better than nothing.

"Funny enough, it's loosely based on my marriage." You confess sheepishly, "This is my way of coping with it, I guess."

"Nothing wrong with that." Hiori chimes in, "It's free compared to having a shitty therapist!"

"Damn woman," Shidou's pink eyes dart back and forth from the screen, eyebrows furrowing up and down as he makes his way through your well-detailed outline. "you need to get laid, ASAP."

You click open your story file to follow along. In the tags section, you listed: Arranged marriage, unrequited love/one-sided, brat tamer, BDSM, choking, spanking, spitting, breeding kink, cum slu–

Okay, maybe Shidou is right (which is a surprise), you do need to get laid. But it's also okay to get slightly defensive for the sake of your ego, right?

You playfully roll your eyes at your group mate. "Ok ok, no need to judge that hard coming from the person who literally writes degradation kinks for a living!"

"Well, I think this story will be your best one yet!" Chigiri and Bachira both flip you a thumbs up over on their end of the call.

After a few more exchanges of small story updates in everyone's life, you all decided to end the call since it was getting rather late in the afternoon and you have yet to get started on dinner. You briefly thank Chigiri for his upcoming update and hop off, just in time before you hear the familiar sounds of the front door opening.

"I'm back."

"Welcome back, Rin!"

You can't help but feel slightly embarrassed and guilty that you were essentially gossiping about your husband's lack of sex drive to your friend group, which he hardly knows about, when he comes home with a large bag of takeout and your favorite coffee order. Rin is dressed in his typical workout outfit, which consists of a black form-fitting t-shirt and grey sweatpants that were just loose enough that you can still make an outline of his 'magic jewels', as Bachira likes to write.

"Baby, you didn't have to." You quickly grab the items from his hands so he can set down his gym bag.

He hums in response, briefly kissing your forehead before making his way into the kitchen to fetch a tall glass of water. "You've been cooking all week so I wanted you to take a small break," Rin says with a smile.

Your ears go warm and mimic the smile back, “Thanks, how was practice today?”

He sighs through his nose and wipes away the remaining sweat-covered bangs sticking to his forehead. “Rougher than usual but nothing too crazy. Isagi was more annoying compared to yesterday.” Rin says with a small pout.

“Boo,” You stick your tongue out in agreement, “how dare he annoys my one and only husband?”

“Oh, shut up.” He flicks a finger to your cheek and lets out the slightest fake scoff.

After hydrating, Rin announces quietly that he’ll come back to eat as soon as he takes a shower and darts to the guest bedroom. And with that, you’re reminded of your odd predicament.

He is a good husband and knows that you care for him and vice versa. When both sets of parents first introduced you two, it was awkward and you knew from reading his background that he wasn’t the most sociable of people but you were, and still are, patient. This arranged marriage was more or less a business deal between fathers; your father held the CEO title at a top entertainment company in the nation and Rin’s father wanted to secure the spotlight for the growing star athlete. Rin didn’t say much during that meeting, and neither did you.

Your first kiss with him was also on your first date. It was at his apartment, both of you shared the same hobby of playing horror games, and you were sitting thigh to thigh on his two-seater couch. You were dying multiple rounds in, fingers bruised from button-mashing and mind-busied with inappropriate thoughts as you kept stealing glances at your painfully attractive fiance. It didn’t take long for Rin to notice because it was stupidly obvious. He sat his controller down, took one look at you, and asked, “Do you want me to kiss you?” with a weird little smile that was seemingly almost out of character from what you knew of him. And the kiss was … awkward to say the least. You remembered him leaning down and you were leaning up, mashing lips and a little bit of teeth together. No amount of research that you had done days prior could’ve prepped for that. And it was almost as if it was his first time kissing too, but you fixated on your inexperience than pay any mind to his mysterious relationship track record.

One year later and you’re still stuck at first base.

As if on cue, you feel your phone give out a series of buzzes in your back pocket, already knowing that it’s from your online penpals. You break out from your thoughts and scroll to the top of the messages:

Bachira M. [BluntBangs] “You should try seducing him tonight!” Hiori Y. [ChoppyCyan] “You remember reading Chigiri’s fan favorite short story - “Till Death Do Us Part”? There was this one scene where the characters had to share one bed because the other bedroom got ruined by a leak! Maybe you can “accidentally” make that happen too?” Chigiri H. [RedPanther] “I remember I had a fun time writing that scene. You should definitely try and flirt with him, y/n.” Shidou R. [HornyDemon] “And if your husband won’t fuck you then I will /jk” Hiori Y. [ChoppyCyan] “Shut up you’ll fuck anything that has a pulse”

They weren’t necessarily wrong. You didn’t want this dynamic to potentially go on for another year or even for the rest of your life - trying wouldn’t hurt anyone, right?

You quickly fill up a pitcher of water then peer into the spare guest room and notice warm lighting bleeding through the cracks coming from the bathroom door and the sounds of running water. With Rin still busy washing up, you take the liberty to start messing around for your impromptu operation. You weren’t exactly sure when or who suggested sleeping in separate bedrooms to start but, to your knowledge, this is the first time that you’ve actually sneaked around in his room.

You start with the closet, opening its double doors and seeing his clothes all hung in order and by color. His sneakers and cleats were all stored in separate clear cases in the bottom corner while there is a small center shelf in the middle that holds his cologne, deodorant, and moisturizer. He’s neat, you think to yourself before deciding that it’s probably best to leave his belongings alone and focus on ruining something in the room that was less personal. Next is the carefully made bed with extra fluffed pillows, then the freshly well-kept plants on the window sill, followed by the small framed photo of your wedding day on the bedside table. Guilt immediately rushes over your consciousness.

“No, this won’t do either.” You groan, suddenly feeling like this is the dumbest thing on earth now. “I should just give up.”

“y/n?” Rin’s voice calls out and you snap your head towards his direction, soon to be met with a series of incoherent sputtering from the male as you realize that he’s completely wet and naked.

“Oh my god!” Hands and pitcher fly to your redden face as you try to come up with an excuse but nothing comes out the way you want it to, “I-I uh–water! I thought you needed more water–I’m sorry!”

You hear him scrambling around the room, most likely searching for a towel to cover up his impressive lower half. “You’re fine,” Rin’s voice sounds flustered and unusually high pitched, “just give me a second–”

“N-No I’m sorry! I don’t even know why I’m standing here I should just go and–” Closing your eyes might’ve been the worst choice all day because soon your body meets the wall and soon the floor, spilling the pitcher’s contents all over you in the process.

Your phone vibrates again, text reading:

Bachira M. [BluntBangs] “Did it work?!”

#blue lock #bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock imagines #blue lock x reader #doobea writing #itoshi rin #rin itoshi #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi rin x reader #blue lock smut #itoshi rin smut #rin itoshi smut #bllk smut #idk how slow but like slowish #they are not gonna fk until like the last chapter i think #but will do everything else in between #i can make your bed rock - rin itoshi #mdni

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theharrowing · 2 years

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Collateral 🗡️ 1: I know exactly who you are

Your ex-boyfriend gets in over his head working for the local mafia, and Boss Min has come to collect his payment: You.

But was it simply a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Or has he always had his sights on you?

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🗡️ Yoongi x Female Reader

🗡️ word count: 5.4k

🗡️ mafia au, strangers to lovers, graphic violence, major character injury, poly, smut, angst, fluff, nsfw, explicit 21+

🗡️ warnings: a hint of violence, mention of weapons, description of panic attack

🗡️ beta read by @neoneunnajimin 🗡️ posted may 2022 | read on ao3

"Where the fuck are we going?" you hiss, trying to keep up with your boyfriend, who is dragging you through the dining hall of your favorite restaurant—the skyrise wine bar overlooking the river that serves the best Caesar salad you have ever tasted. Like, seriously, whatever they put in that dressing, you need to know.

"Babe, please," he huffs, "I'll explain it later just hurry."

Just hurry, he says, which is convenient for him considering he's not wearing the latest hot chick scallop pointed-toe Louboutins which are currently squeezing the life out of your fucking toes. At least your legs have range of motion in the vintage Alexander McQueen mid-length black cocktail dress, but your faux fur leopard print knee-length jacket is turning you into a furnace.

You scurry down the hallway asking yourself what you are even fucking doing here. This isn't me, you think. This is a charade; I should be wearing sneakers and stuffing my face with fried nonsense in front of a food cart, not parading around the hallways of some bougie hotel like a distressed debutante.

It is not lost on you that, rather than taking the elevator that leads down to the lobby from the restaurant, your boyfriend has dragged you through the penthouse level of a hotel on top of which this restaurant sits, and you are now winding through a carpeted hallway away from the clattering of dishes toward an elevator meant for guests with rooms at that hotel. With the chance to pause and catch your breath, you turn to the man at your side.

"Mind telling me just what the fuck we're doing?" you pant.

Your boyfriend sighs heavily and chews on his bottom lip, which is always a telltale sign that you need to brace yourself; he is about to say something incredibly fucking stupid. You can just feel it in the air.

"Okay, so you know how I mentioned the new job?" he begins.

Ah yes, the new job that has brought in an exorbitant amount of wealth in a short amount of time, which he has had no trouble using to attempt to hold the pieces of your failing relationship together with gifts of clothing and jewelry because, try as you might not to be materialistic, you sure do like pretty things and expensive meals. Yeah, you are well aware of that job.

You hum in response.

"Well, I may have—uh—I may have fucked up."

"Fucked up, how?"

The elevator door dings, and your boyfriend's eyes go wide with fear, then he relaxes immediately upon realizing the elevator is empty. You follow as he hastily steps in, frantically hitting the button for the main floor.

"It registered your command, you only need to hit it once," you mutter, finding his impatience grating. The button is lit up; for fucks sake, won't he give it a rest.

He sighs. He always fucking sighs, and although it is innocuous, it always annoys you.

"I may have fucked up," he mutters again.

"Fucked up, how?" you repeat.

"I got mixed up with some guys who do some pretty questionable shit for a living, and they want me to do shit that's more questionable than the shit I was doing."

Wow, ever the wordsmith, what a statement. "Okay, what kind of shit?"

Through the reflection of the silver elevator doors, you can see worry paint your boyfriend's face.

"They want me to run drugs," he confesses under his breath.

Honestly, you expected it to be much worse, somehow.

"Okay, and?"

Your boyfriend shoots you an incredulous, angry glare, whisper shouting as if someone might overhear you in this elevator occupied by nobody else. "What do you mean, 'Okay, and?' I'm not a drug dealer, babe!"

"Are these guys like low tier drug dealers or heavy hitters?" you ask because, okay, so maybe you have watched one too many old gangster films, or perhaps you are just so wholly unamused by how droll your everyday life has become with this man that, for once, something remotely exciting might be happening to. You have also known drug dealers your entire life; what is the big deal?

"What? Jesus, I don't know, I guess they're heavy hitters."

"So, they're well established and have bodyguards and shit?"

He huffs. "I guess so."

"So, wouldn't you run less of a risk of being, like, murdered, or whatever?"

The elevator door dings open, and he takes you by the wrist, dragging you down another carpeted hallway and out through a side exit. From here, you would have to walk around the block to get to valet for your car, but your boyfriend hails a taxi instead. It has occurred to you that he must be running away from someone, and probably you should be worried—your anxiety is definitely high—but the rush of adrenaline has you feeling excited more than anything.

You do not feel the need to resume the conversation in the cab; it is a short drive home, anyway. Instead, you scroll through social media in an attempt to avert your attention elsewhere because unless your boyfriend is detailing his exciting new job, there is literally nothing more you want to say to him.

Actually, there is one thing you want to ask him. "Wasn't dinner tonight meant to be a celebration of your new promotion?"

He sighs and looks out the window dramatically, almost causing you to laugh. You fight with the corners of your mouth to keep it in.

"It was, but then I was tipped off that the boss wanted to see me, and I panicked."

"Wait, so was he there at the hotel, or were you just being paranoid again?" you sound as incredibly annoyed as you feel, and he turns to you with knit eyebrows.

"Why are you like this?" he asks.

Oh, please. "We didn't even get our steaks! I'm hungry!"

"We can order something when we get home."

"Wait, doesn't he know where you live?" you ask. "Why are we going home?"

As if the obvious has smacked your boyfriend square in the face, he gasps, and all of his features fall open, almost cartoonishly. You watch as the wheels turn, but it is far too late; the taxi is already pulling up in front of your apartment complex.

"Sh-should we go somewhere else?" he asks.

You look around outside and you do not see anything out of the ordinary. It is a narrow road with scarce parking, and you do not notice any vehicles that are occupied by people. And, okay, so maybe a small part of you hopes that these men show up and come to collect your idiot boyfriend, giving you some much-needed alone time since you are not roped up in his choices and should not be affected. Who is to say.

"I dunno, the coast looks clear to me," you mutter with a shrug, handing the cab driver your credit card.

Your boyfriend gets out slowly, then, once he is confident that the coast is clear, he takes off running into your building. You roll your eyes and call him an idiot under your breath, making the driver snicker, then you thank the driver and get out, slowly walking to your apartment door. You consider suggesting your boyfriend stay in a motel for the night, you know, just to be safe, but opt to lock yourself in the bathroom and take a nice long shower before work, instead.

Your boyfriend insists you stay home from work tonight just in case, but you shoot him down quickly and leave even quicker. You could not really care less if he was abducted by the mafia—or whatever—while you are away, and you tell him to put on a brave face and try to get some sleep. Missing a shift is not exactly something you can just do on a whim; you do not want to wholly depend on that jackass, financially, especially considering he may be on the run, thus not bringing in any money.

Most nights a week, you work as a bartender at a nearby dive that primarily caters to older regulars and college students who have already picked up a drinking problem due to the stress of exams. It is not a glamorous place, but you like the vibe and appreciate the conversations you have with the folks who come in. You also like having the excuse to be out of the house until after bar time.

Although the designer clothes you put on for skyrise dinners with your wannabe flashy boyfriend have never really been your style, you can not deny enjoying the feeling of getting dolled up and pretending you have wealth. But here, in the dimly lit bar that reeks of cheap cologne and decades-old stale cigarette smoke, dressed in a v-neck tee tucked into some skinny jeans, with your favorite pair of sneakers on, you feel a lot more comfortable. More you.

Having the rough background you have, where going to college and becoming something special was never an option, you value your humble roots and the people who come into your life from across the bar, even if only for a night, but especially frequently; the regulars make everything worth it.

One such regular named Minjun, who has been coming into the bar for longer than you have been working here, sits in his usual spot at the end of the bar top, nursing a double whiskey neat. You have been vaguely aware of the gentle taps of his glass against the wood surface, but you have been so lost in your own thoughts that it is not until he clears his throat that you flinch and turn your attention his way.

"Sorry, ahjussi," you mutter with a smile, setting down the rag that you have been using to polish the same glass for several minutes.

"Someone's brain is buffering tonight, I see?" Minjun says with a smirk, and you put the glass down on its shelf below the bar and walk over.

With a sigh and a sad smile, you nod; you can never hide anything from him anyway, so you don't bother. "A lot on my mind."

"Trouble in paradise? That boyfriend of yours being an idiot again?"

You chuckle as you mutter, "Always."

For years, you have been ranting about your home life with some of the regulars. Nothing too revealing, just this and that about how your ball and chain is a real dingus, and you are not sure why you stay there—which is a lie; deep down, you know exactly why you stay there. And so Minjun has heard it all. He finishes his drink with a big gulp and sets the glass down close to you, and you pick up his favorite bottle of cheap whiskey and grab a shot glass, pouring his drink and giving yourself an ounce or so to shoot, as well.

"You know, I sound like a hypocrite because my generation is famous for staying together out of convenience," Minjun says, "but you really don't have to."

"I know," you respond sweetly. "I kind of do, though. I don't exactly make enough to get a spot in this neighborhood on my bartending salary."

Minjun gives you a sad smile and holds his glass up. "Well, the moment an opportunity arises, I hope you don't hesitate. I hope you follow your heart and change your life."

You hold your dribble of whiskey up and tap your glass to his.

"Cheers," you say, turning your head to the side and gulping it down.

It is a hot summer afternoon when your boyfriend insists on meeting up at the river. There is a spot you used to go to back when you were young and actually in love, and he likes to drag you out there from time to time with weak surprises and half-hearted attempts at "keeping the flame alive."

Today he instructs you to dress nice and show up at 3 PM sharp, which is annoying because it is already 1 PM, and it will take two busses and a short walk to get all the way there. But you pick out an asymmetrical little black dress with a frilled skirt and gold accents, and some gold jewelry—all Louis Vuitton—along with a pair of black Doc Marten boots that are laced loosely. You pull your hair back and finish the look with a smoky eye, throwing your wallet and some lip gloss into a small Prada handbag with a gold chain for a handle.

As you check yourself in the mirror, you get the same tingle of excitement in your gut that you always get when you see yourself dressed in designer. And each time, there is a voice in your head that tells you you are a fraud—that you do not deserve nice things and that your boyfriend has probably gotten all of this with dirty money—but you try to shut the voice up as you pull a smile and allow yourself to have this. Truth be told, you could not care less where the money comes from.

On the first bus, you stare out the window and consider what this fool could have planned for you. What could he possibly need in the middle of the afternoon? The sun is not going to set for several hours, there are no festivals or markets, and it is prime time for the park to be full of pedestrians. You hope beyond hope that he is not going to try some stupid grand gesture like proposing to you. Every time he asks you to meet up somewhere that holds even an ounce of sentimental value, you fear that is his motive.

When you transfer to the second bus, you are cutting it close to get there on time, but you decide it is not worth caring about; he should have given you more time. In fact, the closer you get, the more agitated you become. It is not that this is some huge inconvenience, but it is just one more thing on the pile of reasons he frustrates you to the ends of the earth. You think about Minjun's words and ruminate on them. One day, you tell yourself. One day, an opportunity will arise, allowing you to get out of that apartment and leave him for good.

The walk from the bus stop to the park is not very far, and although it is already 2:59 PM, you mosey along, taking in the sights and the sounds of the city. There is no reason to rush to see someone who annoys you when you could relax and enjoy your alone time a little more. Whatever it is that he is asked you here for, it cannot possibly be that great; you have learned over and over again that your boyfriend is not a man who is capable of great things.

At 3 PM on the dot, your phone rings. You roll your eyes and answer the call.

"Yeah?"

"Where are you?" your boyfriend asks.

"Close."

"It's three."

You sigh. "Yeah, I know, and I'm almost there."

He sighs and seems anxious, which is uncharacteristic for this kind of situation, but you just chalk it up to him being an annoying shithead and choose not to overthink it.

"How close?"

It is almost spectacular how quickly you go from zero to one hundred with him. It truly takes so little for your blood to run hot and electric through your veins.

"You gave me no fucking time to get ready and told me to look nice, okay, I did the best I could. I can't make the fucking bus drive faster. I'll be there soon."

You hang up the call and continue to walk at the same pace; you are close enough that if you squint, you can see where he is standing under a large tree next to the river. There is clearly no need to rush. It appears as if there is a large group near where he is waiting, anyway, so you cannot imagine what is so important that you have to meet him right there right now; it is not as though you will have any sort of privacy.

As you deviate from the sidewalk and start walking down a shallow grassy slope toward the river, you can see that your boyfriend looks antsy—something is off. You give him an incredulous glare and put your hands on your hips as you approach. Glancing around, there seems to be nothing special about what is happening, aside from a large gathering of men in black suits, and you throw your hands in the air. You hope you are not walking in on some celebration of life, or whatever so many men would gather around dressed like that for.

"What?” You half-shout. “What did you bring me here for?"

For asking you to look nice, your boyfriend sure phoned it in, dressing in a shabby white tee that is just barely tucked into the front of some purposefully distressed blue jeans. You cannot believe you put in the effort you had only to meet up with someone who looks like he is about to stumble into a frat party.

He opens his mouth and stammers, "B-baby, listen, I'm—" but he is cut off.

Men in suits surround you two, forming a tight circle around you. They are all people who had been milling around while you approached, and they close in on you like it is some form of synchronized choreography. All of them wear black except one man who stands next to your boyfriend, looking you up and down.

The man is in a light tan suit with a leopard print shirt and studded belt. His dark brown hair is coiffed off his forehead and long in the back—just past his ears. He is a sight to behold with sharp eyes and a sharper smile, and you squint at him and scoff. Handsome as he is, he looks ridiculous—like he belongs in some low production wild west film—and you wonder if he has a light tan wide flat-brimmed hat with a feather sticking from it somewhere. Or, better yet, with a matching leopard print scarf tied around it.

You glance around, trying not to panic, though your heart pounds hard in your chest. These men are strapped with guns under their jackets—you can see some peeking out—and they all look like they mean business. You are not one to show panic easily, so although you are shaking on the inside, you maintain your composure as you pretend to size these men up.

"Fellas," you mutter with your eyebrows raised, "can we help you?"

"She's feisty," the one in the tan suit mutters, eyes still boring holes into you, and damned if he does not have the deepest voice you have ever heard—dulcet yet rough; a pool of honey and gravel. You pull your gaze back to him for just a moment and study the scene around you—he is clearly the leader; nobody else speaks, and they all watch either you, him, or your boyfriend.

"Baby, I—" your boyfriend starts, but the man holds a hand up, and you watch the glimmer from the sun that catches on the rings and bracelets that adorn him.

"That's enough from you," the man says, still watching you. He cocks his head to the side and drops his hand down. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am the one in charge. My name is Min, and these are my men. Are you familiar with the work your little lap dog has been up to?"

Although everything about this exchange makes you uncomfortable, you like that he refers to your boyfriend as a dog, and you smirk, "He mentioned that he may have recently fucked up and gotten into business with some seedy characters, but the details were foggy."

"Seedy?" Min fake-pouts with a chuckle and glances at your boyfriend, then turns his attention back to you. "I like your attitude."

The air around you feels stifling and much hotter than when you arrived, and you do your best to keep a calm composure as Min regards you.

"But, yes," he continues after a pause, "he fucked up. Big time. We paid him a handsome cut upfront to fulfill a job that he was too much of a pussy to finish, so now we are here to collect payment. Trouble is—" he cocks his head once more and smirks, eyeing you up and down, "—it seems this bad dog has already spent all the money."

Your eyes move between your boyfriend—whose gaze is to the fucking ground, the asshole—back to Min, and you attempt an awkward, confused grin.

"Okay, and what am I doing here?" you ask.

"You are the collateral, of course." Min shrugs as if it is nothing.

You swallow a lump in your throat and do your best to steady your breathing. Surely this has to be some kind of a joke—people are not collateral. But nobody is laughing, and when you look at your boyfriend once more, the prick has his head dipped even lower. Suddenly, the air is far too thick to move through your lungs as normal, and you worry you might lose your balance.

"S-so I—" you are unable to say the words at the tip of your tongue, and you clear your throat and try again. "You want me t-to—"

"To come with me, yes," Min says. "You are mine now."

If this were some drama on the screen, a montage of the last several years would flash before your character’s eyes: all the disappointment and shabby apartments and empty promises and convenience store meals. Then Min would appear—well dressed, handsome, and clearly everything your boyfriend is not—and you would make a split decision that the audience would not expect: acceptance. Of course, this is not a drama, but you do consider all of these things, and with an unamused smirk, you shrug.

"Fine," you say. "Whatever."

Min seems very amused, and he grazes his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes ablaze with a darkness that gives you chills. "Perfect, then we will be off."

Men close in on you, making you feel claustrophobic, and you expect to be escorted away, but everyone pauses once they have closed in on the three of you.

"As for you..." Min says, turning to the man you're already considering your ex-boyfriend.

One of the men in a suit pulls out a baton and hits your ex in the back. He goes down fast, striking the ground with his knees and attempting to collect himself with his hands in the grass. Min takes his hair in one hand and flicks out a switchblade in the other, and in a swift movement, has your ex-boyfriend sitting high on his knees with the knife to his throat. You gasp and reflexively take a step back, bumping into one of the men, who gently wraps a hand around your upper left arm.

"Consider this a warning," Min growls with his lips next to your ex-boyfriend's ear. The idiot is sweating bullets and panting. "Make me wait too much longer, and I will take a lot more from you, starting with that useless fucking cock of yours, understand?"

The idiot nods frantically, attempting to say something in agreement, but nothing comes from his mouth and his lips flop around looking like a fish on dry land. He looks to you finally, eyes pleading, and reaches a hand up, and you chew on the inside of your mouth and give him a look that tells him that all of this is nobody's fault but his own.

"I'm s-sorry, baby," he mutters. "I'll right this, I promise. I'll get you out of there, just wait for me."

Min laughs, a full-bellied, jovial sound you would not expect to hear come from a man who has a knife to someone's throat, and his eyes drift back to you. "I'm not sure you'll be able to afford to get her back, but I would love to see you try."

Every hair on your body stands on end. Being discussed as if you are nothing but a commodity to be earned and traded makes you angry, but you are not in the position to say anything, considering you are surrounded by armed goons. Some part of you is also curious about what a life with this handsome probably-mobster would look like. You wonder if this is your chance at a better life, and if you and the ahjussi at the pub manifested it. But probably all of this is just the adrenaline talking, and you should be scared fucking shitless right now.

Some back and forth between the two men transpire, but you have lost track, eyes on the blade on the idiot's throat, though you are not really looking at it—you have spaced out and allowed the world around you to lose focus long ago.

Suddenly, Min is giving an order, and two hands have a firm grip on your upper arms, leading you away from the river. You stumble at first but fall in line, walking with the men and doing your best not to panic.

You think you hear your ex shouting before the sound is quickly stifled, and you imagine someone has hit or kicked him to shut him up—part of you wishes you could have seen it for yourself. You decide that it is definitely adrenaline coursing through you, keeping you so calm, or maybe keeping you focused on the wrong thing, but you ride it out and hope for the best. What else is there to do? Scream for help and attract the attention of strangers and get them roped in with this mess and all of these men with guns? That does not seem like a good idea.

"Here we are, miss," one of the men holding your arms announces as he stops you next to an SUV. The door is held open for you, and you climb into the backseat, then the door is closed.

The inside of the vehicle is pristine and dark as night, with windows so tinted, there is no way anyone is seeing inside. Purple neon lights glow from various points along the interior, and there is a thick clear barrier between you and the front seat.

"Buckle up," a kind voice calls from the driver's seat, and you glance up to see a man with sunglasses pulled down his nose smiling widely at you—a smile so bright it almost calms your nerves. Almost.

As you fasten the seatbelt, the back door across from yours is open, and Min gets in, sitting beside you. When you glance over, he is adjusting his sleeves, which at some point had been rolled up, and you notice his knuckles are raw as if he has just punched someone or something—must have been after you were escorted away. He sees you watching and meets your eye, giving you a soft smirk.

"Had to rough him up a bit. You understand."

You nod slightly, unable to pull your eyes off of him as you mutter, "Y-yeah. He's an idiot."

Min smirks and says, "Be good to me, and I'll be good to you; you'll never have to see that clown again."

Your breath hitches, and you continue to stare at him. There is something so soft and welcoming to his tone despite him being...whoever he is. You assume anyone who has a whole gaggle of goonies that goes by Boss Anything is well-connected and into some pretty heinous shit.

"You can call me Yoongi, by the way," he says after a pause.

Yoongi. You like the way that sounds, and you smile softly, telling him your name. Yoongi lifts a hand and gently runs a thumb down your cheek, leaving a searing hot path in its wake.

"Don't worry, darling," Yoongi says, "I know exactly who you are."

And with that, the car pulls off.

The mansion you are taken to is outside the city, and it is not only well guarded, but it is massive. Intimidatingly massive. Everything is white and black marble with gold accents and fixtures, and just inside the front door is a sitting room that opens into a grand foyer with two curved staircases leading to a mezzanine. You already imagine getting lost and feel tiny standing at the entrance.

"Welcome home, darling," Yoongi's deep voice grumbles into your ear, giving you a chill that runs from the base of your skull down to your toes. "Come, let me show you around."

Straight through the mansion, out a huge set of glass doors is a pool, which Yoongi waves off as if it is nothing. You crane your neck to see it but continue to follow him up to the second story. At the top of the stairs and to the right are two large wooden doors which are open to a bedroom. You follow Yoongi into the room, taking stock of how tidy it is but also how lived-in it appears. This is undoubtedly Yoongi's room.

"Make yourself at home," Yoongi says. "Some men are at your apartment now collecting your things, and if you need more space we can accommodate, but there should be enough room here. I'll give you some time to relax, and if you need anything, you can ask one of the boys."

You glance back at the entrance and find two men standing guard outside the room with semi-automatic guns in their hands—a sight you cannot imagine ever getting used to. Yoongi approaches slowly and wraps you in a hug that pins your arms to your sides, taking you off-guard, and although you want to shove him away, it feels nice to be held, albeit somewhat uncomfortable. He smells musky and like a warm autumn night, and you tremble in his hold, unsure of what you have gotten yourself into.

"Don't worry, pretty, I'll take real good care of you," Yoongi says softly, planting a kiss on your forehead and dropping his grip. You stare at a point in the wall across from you as Yoongi takes his leave, closing the doors behind him, and as soon as you hear the latch click, everything catches up to you.

Your knees buckle, and you drop to the floor, landing on what feels like a very soft, expensive rug. Tears fill your eyes, and you can feel yourself spiral while your brain attempts to make sense of everything that has just happened.

Guns, you think. These men have guns. Yoongi held a knife to your ex-boyfriend's throat. Not only that, but Yoongi held a knife to your ex-boyfriend's throat in broad daylight in a public park without a care in the world, and the idiot sat there and said nothing because he must have known how powerful these men are. And now here you are, in the belly of the beast as a piece of collateral, sharing a bedroom with someone whose power and influence you cannot even begin to comprehend.

And you have no idea what Yoongi actually wants from you, but you can only begin to imagine, considering he has moved you into a room that is clearly his, and has already begun with terms of endearment and soft-spoken words and forehead kisses.

Will he expect you to fuck him? What if you are not ready for that sort of thing? Will he decide you are useless to him?

Tears stream down your face as you squeeze the rug below you in both hands, rubbing your thumbs against the soft, long piles, attempting to center yourself. You think the rug is white, or maybe off-white, but your vision is unclear, and you continue to breathe deep—in through your nose, out through your mouth—hoping with all your might that nobody comes in and finds you like this. If nothing else, you need to steel yourself before Yoongi returns; you feel in your guts that, if you are to survive this arrangement, you cannot show him, of all people, any sign of weakness.

수많은 진실들과 수많은 거짓들 사이 Between countless truths and countless lies,

우��는 제대로 세상을 바라보는가 are we looking at the world the proper way

It is all dirty

(나 또한 깨끗한가) (Can I too say I am clean)

It is all dirty

(당신은 깨끗한가) (Can you say you are clean)

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utilitycaster · 11 months

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I spaced on sending this when you initially made the post, but if you were ever so inclined to make that full list of recommendations on metafiction/the liminal space of tangential genres, I would be very interested to see it! (the original list was 100% some of my favorite books/media)

Oh man I've been uh. bad at reading as regularly/much as I'd like for the past few years, something I'm attempting to remedy, and I've never been the biggest of film buffs, and as such that covers a lot of the high points.

(obligatory reminiscing): Truly the the most "not actually a real problem" tragedies of my life is that I was a teenager before the Goodreads era and so I was shaped, indelibly, by whatever Collected Science Fiction Anthologies of the Latter 20th Century my local library had circa 2004. As a result there's like a thousand 70s and 80s sci fi stories the titles of which I cannot remember but which are etched deep within the recesses of my brain. Occasionally I have enough details to go to some thread on the internet and say "pretty please can you find it," but often I don't. There's definitely one I'm thinking of in which a group of scientists keep doing an experiment to change the time line and they keep believing that it fails, but as a reader you clearly see the list of names and various details is changing. This is not super helpful to anyone other than to say "go read short speculative fiction." ANYWAY here's a few more.

On the topic of short fiction, Sword Stone Table is a collection of short stories inspired by Arthurian legend which I read last year, and not all of them worked but there were enough to make it worth it (and it's a quick read). Hilariously, the coffee shop AU was one of the more metafictional examples.

A Visit from the Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan. I don't remember this well but I own a copy and might re-read it; I distinctly recall purchasing it because she made a chapter in the form of a PowerPoint presentation and got interviewed by NPR about it since she could see how many people quit reading at that chapter thanks to eReader data, and I was like "sounds cool". I love when authors are hostile to their audience in a way that's good for them, and I remember enjoying that chapter very much.

I mean your bio quotes Calvino so I'm assuming you're good there but like...I have not read all their work, but I trust Calvino, Borges, Le Guin, and Susanna Clarke to always deliver.

Jules Feiffer's A Barrel of Laughs, A Vale of Tears; Diana Wynne Jones' Fire and Hemlock (among other Diana Wynne Jones books); The Phantom Tollbooth; and the various works of Ellen Raskin (best known for The Westing Game but I read so many of her books) are middle-grade or YA but they are in fact a big reason why I eventually became a college student who would read House of Leaves and Calvino for fun and why I became an adult who devoured Piranesi in one sitting.

The Diamond Age by Neal Stephenson

It's also been a hot minute since I read Possession by A. S. Byatt but I do remember loving it at the time.

For...the best I can put it is "popcorn reads?" low postmodernism? mass-market metafiction? Fun shit? Jasper Fforde is your guy.

Technically The Princess Bride is metafiction. Fun fact: a good friend of mine in college did not realize it was not legit a translation when he read the book. His undergrad thesis was in part about translation. We made fun of him for this.

David Mitchell's literary universe, notably Cloud Atlas. David Mitchell is a very good writer who does tend to have a pretty dark interpretation of our world's future and so I sort of fell off following his works because they were particularly depressing but like, that's a me problem because he's immensely talented. (note: did not see the film adaptation, cannot speak to that.)

I am also going to plug the Teixcalaan books (two so far, starting with A Memory Called Empire by Arkady Martine which is a bit of a stretch but I'm doing it anyway because I think it’s underappreciated (it occupies the same space in my mind tbh as Ada Palmer’s Terra Ignota and to an extent Yoon Ha Lee's Machineries of Empire, both of which I’ve mentioned before, of an incredibly intelligent SF story with queer characters and relationships that was well received but just doesn't have the buzz of some other modern sf series). It’s not metafictional per se, but it does have an incredibly strong theme running through it of engaging with narrative and controlling it (honestly? Similar to Black Sails in that regard.) The Teixcalaan Empire is hyper-aware of language and legend, naming patterns are a number and a word, and the cool thing to do is write complex forms of poetry. The second book also has a character purchasing an indie comic and drawing all sorts of interesting comparisons to her ongoing situation... a little bit like Tales of the Black Freighter within Watchmen.

Run Lola Run/Lola Rennt (I watched it as a non-German speaker with subtitles and enjoyed it)

#answered #playerkingsley #long post

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moondal514 · 9 months

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10 Fandoms, 10 Characters, 10 People

Thanks for the tag @jaywalkers <3. I love your list of characters, you’ve got great taste : )

Rules: name 10 of your favourite characters from 10 different fandoms, then tag 10 people to do the same

1) Andrew Minyard from All For the Game

My blorbo of all time probably. No character has given me brainrot and writing inspiration the way he does and likely no character ever will. This post sums up his appeal perfectly

2) Lan Wangji from Mo Dao Zu Shi

My newest blorbo from my most recently joined fandom. What can I say, I’m a sucker for incredibly queer competent stoic prob neurodivergent men that are absolutely insane about one person. When I watch the MDZS donghua, I literally have to pause every time he comes on the screen just so I can stare at him a bit, so you could say I’m a bit obsessed

3) Kim Theerapanyakul from KinnPorsche

He’s this weird little guy that is simultaneously the most competent character in the show and the biggest cringe-fail loser. He looks so suave and cool on the surface with his whole Taylor Swift by day mafia prince detective by night thing but then you realize he’s actually a complete nerd with a whole ass literal murder conspiracy board hidden behind a giant selfie portrait of himself and I love him so much (also he’s played by Jeff Satur, who makes my aesthetic attraction senses go haywire, but that’s neither here nor there)

4) Kyuzo from Samurai 7

My 1st fictional crush and prob my earliest blorbo. My type in favorite fictional male character (hypercompetent stoic character that doesn’t talk much with bonus points for iconic hair) can 100% be attributed to him. His story was the earliest villain redemption arc I can remember encountering in media (this was the 1st anime I ever watched so I was like 4 or 5 when I 1st saw this guy) and so for me I always think of him when I see people talking about iconic redemption arcs (sorry Zuko)

5) Midorima Shintarou from Kuroko no Basket

At the peak of my high school sports anime phase, this guy was my favorite. He’s tall, he’s green, he’s an anime glasses character™️, he’s tsundere, he’s prissy, he’s weird af, he’s got one of the most bonkers basketball skills ever, and he’s even an astrology girlie. What’s not to love

6) Merlin from BBC Merlin

BBC Merlin is the fandom that sucked me in at a time where I thought I was growing out of fandom and fanfic (spoiler alert: I very much was not) and it’s responsible for completely changing my relationship with fandom into something much more intense than it was previously. And it’s all thanks to this funky skinny wizard man who for whatever reason captivated me enough that I read hundreds of thousands of fan-created words about him for nearly a year and a half

7) Jasnah Kholin from The Stormlight Archive

She’s one of the rare canonically asexual female characters, and she’s even from a major fantasy book series too! I fixated on this character long before I knew I was ace (though perhaps that should’ve been a clue lol), mostly because I just thought she was so cool and I found her whole “why would I want a relationship when I’m busy with all this shit to study” attitude so relatable

8) Katara from Avatar: The Last Airbender

I wanted to be her so badly when I was a kid y’all have no idea. She just made such an impression on me because she’s so cool and so strong but also unapologetically and obviously feminine and that really struck a chord with young me and is prob the reason why I didn’t really have a “not like the other girls” phase cuz she was revolutionary for little me’s idea of how a “girl” can be. To this day she is the character that to me has the coolest powers ever

9) Cassandra of Troy from Greek Mythology

It’s prob weird to include her but I was a real greek mythology girlie (in that I was into it before Percy Jackson came out) and Cassandra has always my favorite. The tragedy of her story has always been very appealing to me and upsettingly relatable in a lot of ways

10) Kym Ladell from Purple Hyacinth

Ms. Kym one of those characters that’s ostensibly the comedic relief except nope she’s hiding oceans of pain under her smile. She’s got trauma and a tragic backstory that she hides from the rest of the main characters in one of the strongest “this is fine” performances you’ve ever seen

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My favorite headcanon is that nothing humbles black more than receiving an actual, wholehearted compliment.

Like, a backhanded compliment? Lol, perfect little ol' me saw what you did.

Straight up insult? Haters gonna hate.

But a genuine "I appreciate you" is like hitting him with an EMP. Just shuts him down

Aww....guy spends ages seeking validation but when he finally gets it, it just nukes him. i had to make a silly little book club to make this very slightly self indulgent story work so dont mind the 3 silly goobers....maybe ill draw a design of them later

Magpie, Illya, and Zeph.

That's the only thing Black knew about these folks. Their name.

Other than the fact that they had all taken an interest in his book meeting at the local library, though.

I'll bestow my perfect taste in literature upon you, he boasted. It'll blow you away.

Right now, he seemed a little blown away at the moment, unlike the group of three that conversed casually at his table.

"You ever read 'The Moonlight Shines Upon Us'?"

"Yeah. Everyone's read that."

"Cuz it's good. The plot twist at the end made me cry so hard..."

"I could see it coming from a mile away."

The girl in the glasses, sporting a garishly pastel-green bob cut.

The guy with dark hair and ridiculously huge pants that remind Black of some dazzlingly out-of-date trend from a few decades back.

The shorter fella that seemed to be accompanying Magpie, their hair in two childish braids.

And Black. Black, who had barely uttered a word throughout this entire meeting.

"There's this really underrated book that I think you all should check out."

They all turned to him.

He's perfect! This is just what he wanted.

"It's called 'Daughter of a Woman Scorned'," Black stood up to search the shelves for one of many copies, before returning to the group with a book in hand. "Really good. Really dramatic."

He pointed at Magpie. "And you won't be able to see what's happening in the story till' it hits you."

The group voiced their intrigue as Black placed the book on the table; Magpie was the first one to reach for it, and she began reading at, quite frankly, an unreasonably fast pace.

Only a few minutes or so had passed, and she was already around the fifth page despite the book being relatively large.

"What's it like?! What's it like?!" Illya perched herself above Magpie, trying to get a glimpse at the pages.

"Yo, Black! Can you find that book for all of us?"

"My pleasure," He says as he leaves to find copies of the book. They usually tend to be bundled up next to each other on the shelves, thanks to the meticulous and careful work of the librarians, so Black was quick to find and return two different copies of the book Magpie was reading.

Damn. He fumbled earlier, failing to grab a sufficient amount of books. But, because he's otherwise perfect, the group didn't notice because they were too enthralled in his legendary book recommendations!

The other two sit down and read as Black observes them.

"Magpie don't spoil the story," Illya mumbles, her nose deep in the book.

Black silently finds another book for himself, one he hadn't read before. He decides that he'll be fine if this book doesn't meet his absurdly high standards today.

This goes on for a good while.

"Wow." Magpie is the first to speak.

"Got something to say?"

"This book is PHENOMENAL, dude. You've got GREAT taste."

Black swears to whatever god there might be that his systems short circuited for just a millisecond as soon as he processed the sentence.

Quick! Say something! Before everyone realizes that your internal processor may or may not have started an electrical fire!

"Yes,"

There's an abnormally long pause.

"I am."

Metaphorically he was shitting himself.

That sentence made absolutely no sense whatsoever and there's no way to ignore the fact that his new group had noticed his absolute buffoonery. If he's not perfect, then what is he?

"A damn genius, that's what you are!"

Black attempted to feign indifference by hiding his face within the book he'd been reading for the past hour, but of course, it was all too easy to see him absolutely losing his shit, heat literally radiating from his face.

"Listen, I gotta drop Maggie and Illya off at their home so i can make it to my band gig on time. We gotta meet again!"

"Yeah. How does the 16th sound? At noon? We'll bring lunches!"

"Sounds great!" Black's voice is a little muffled from within the book.

"Next time, you should let us read that story you're holdin'. The cover looks interesting!"

"Don't worry, I will."

From the corner of his eye, he sees the group smile and wave goodbye as they exit the door, seemingly in a haste.

Reasonably, he knows it's because they're running late for a band gig or whatever.

But....

_______

"Yo, White."

"Sup, Black." He stops in his tracks. "You look kinda jumbled up. Bad day at the library?"

"No," The thought of the sincere words caused him to stutter again. "Just kinda...weird."

"Like what kind of weird?" As White knew, weird ranged from 'a little peculiar' to 'a lead for a world-ending conflict that's been lying dormant until then'.

"Like....social weird."

Not that White would understand anyways, but it didn't hurt to confide in him.

"Oh?" There's a weirdly passive aggresive look in his eyes. "So you can't handle someone else being just as important as you?"

Black does not respond.

For the record; no, he can't.

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maya-matlin · 2 months

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Since we've talked a lot (but never enough!) about both OTH and Degrassi lately...

If you had to choose one or two Degrassi characters who are most similar to Lucas, who would they be?

One or two Degrassi characters who are most similar to Peyton?

One or two Degrassi characters who are most similar to Haley?

Same question as above for Nathan

Same question as above for our beloved Brooke (sorry for not writing out the whole question again - this site isn't letting me copy and paste, and you know I'm extraordinarily lazy!)

If you had to choose...OTH overall or Degrassi overall?

Choose your top three Degrassi OTPs, top three OTH OTPs, and then rank all six of those ships in order from your favorite to least favorite with no ties allowed :)

Three things you prefer about OTH to Degrassi AND three things you prefer about Degrassi to OTH! Or four or five or six... :)

Aw, you're so sweet. <3

1.) Similar to Lucas.. hmm. My immediate thoughts are Craig and Miles. Both have definite parental issues, particularly involving their fathers. All three of these guys move from partner to partner very quickly, rarely ever satisfied with staying single for long. They have zero shame when it comes to dating their way through the same friend group. All three like to pull out the old "you're the one for me" or "you're the only one who understands me" cards. It's not always a line, but due to the frequency it becomes less and less believable as time goes on. Both Lucas and Craig had a big, dramatic love triangle early on involving them sneaking around behind their girlfriend's back with another girl. They vowed to change their ways, never wanting to cheat again, if only they could have a second chance with Brooke/Ashley. But the minute the second relationship failed for whatever reason, they went back to their affair partners. After that, both seemed to give up on remaining faithful. Craig and Lucas both cheated on their live-in girlfriends with someone from their past. You can't make this shit up. The writers protected Miles to some degree. He didn't technically cheat on Maya with Zoe. His best friend just yelled at him until he stopped trying to make out with his barely conscious ex girlfriend, allowing his conscience to kick in just in time. He also slept with Lola and had a full on emotional relationship with her while his boyfriend was in a coma, but of course the excuse was that he couldn't be sure Tristan would make it. But in Miles's defense, he's mostly self aware. He doesn't fully understand that he enters each and every relationship in the hopes that this one person will understand him completely, never judging or putting any sort of pressure on him, only for that to inevitably fall apart, causing him to be bitter and quickly find someone new (or old, as the case may be). But he does at least realize he can be a mess and self destructive during times of turmoil, not even fully blaming his significant others when they can no longer deal with him. Lucas truly seems to still think he's the hero of his own life following his second breakup with Brooke. Who the hell knows what Craig thinks? He's so out of focus after leaving the main cast that it's impossible to know what exactly he feels or doesn't feel for Ellie. Also, all three express themselves in some sort of artistic way. Lucas becomes an author while Miles planned to attend a writing school at the end of Next Class, suggesting he'll also become a writer. Craig was first a photographer, and then most notably a musician, writing his own songs.

2.) This is going to be so brief after the book I wrote about Lucas vs Miles vs Craig, but since I answered the ask about Peyton and Ellie already, I'll mainly say that Ellie is similar to Peyton for reasons I already stated. But also, Grace gives off a similar vibe. Unlike Ellie, Grace isn't afraid to get involved. She's always the first to educate others and the one to speak out about injustice. For one reason or another, both Grace and Peyton were hesitant to put themselves out there and spent most of their lives being extremely guarded. For Peyton, it was the loss of her mother and reluctance to own up to feeling romantic love for Lucas, so used to being in a toxic relationship with Nathan. For Grace, it was her having cystic fibrosis and feeling that it's not even worth it to fully open up to others when she won't live for very long. Apparently Grace's version of Peyton's feelings for Lucas is... Zig?! Which is completely unbelievable, but the writers seemed to want us to think she'd been pining for him all along and she didn't say his name just because he conveniently entered the room at the right moment. Oops, I said I was going to be brief.

3.) As stated before, I believe that Maya and Haley have many similarities. But Haley is also similar to Clare. Haley sets goals for herself, almost always doing the rational and responsible thing rather than being carefree and letting herself experience life as it comes. Clare does the exact same thing. Arguably, their transformations into more relaxed people willing to be impulsive from time to time relate to falling in love for the first time. As much as I don't want to admit it, Eli had the same effect on Clare's life as Nathan did on Haley's. He was someone very unlike her who encouraged her to try new things and put herself out there rather than remaining the same, stagnant person. Granted, I do think Clare was already beginning to embrace new things following her breakup with KC and had become much more confident by the beginning of season 10. But I don't think Eli's effect on Clare's life should be understated. And like Nathan and Haley, Eli and Clare got in extremely deep very quickly, resulting in a pretty emotionally devastating breakup where the girl had to leave the guy due to the timing being wrong and the relationships not being what they should be. That's where the comparisons personally end for me in regards to the relationships. Other than the fact both couples viewed each other as their future. Both Haley and Clare got pregnant during their senior years, throwing their future plans completely off. Haley was able to carry her pregnancy to term, resulting in her raising a son as a barely legal adult. Clare miscarried, losing her son. Also, somehow I almost forgot the fact that both initially wanted to wait until marriage to have sex. Haley technically waited, mostly because she got married at sixteen. Clare didn't, eventually shifting her beliefs enough to feel comfortable having sex in a loving relationship outside of marriage. And with Drew, once. I'm sorry. I still love that.

4.) Miles is such a Nathan to me that I think even their actors, Eric Osborne and James Lafferty, have a similar vibe and mannerisms. I don't know what it is, but it's uncanny to me. To begin with, they're known for being good athletes. Although, Miles being into sports mostly goes away after season 13. He self destructs pretty quickly after that, eventually becoming more interested in things like student council and creative writing. Nathan continues to pursue a career in basketball during every season, first as a player, briefly as a coach, and then later as a sports' agent. Nathan's passion for sports is an integral part of who he is. And obviously, both Nathan and Miles had complicated relationships with their abusive fathers, struggling to live up to their expectations only to never be enough. Both broke free of their dads, choosing to receive validation outside of their families. Nathan found the love and stability he was looking for with Haley. Miles tried multiple times to find this kind of love, and his relationship with Tristan was his longest and most consistent pairing. But they were never anywhere on the same level as Nathan and Haley. In other relationships such as Miles's with Maya or his fling with Lola, either the girl never fully let him in because of her own issues as well as feelings for a guy from her past or because he was settling for something simple that made life easier in the present even though he truly wanted someone else, they didn't work out. This is getting so long. I'm sorry. But other than Miles, Nathan also has similarities to Jimmy. We talked before about this, I think. Jimmy was also under pressure to become a professional basketball player from his father. Much like Dan pretty much demanded Nathan play basketball at all costs, Jimmy's father struggled to accept the reality that Jimmy's life had changed following his paralysis. Both guys ended up in wheelchairs following a violent altercation, though Nathan's was temporary while Jimmy's fate is left ambiguous since we never find out what came of the stem cell surgery. Regardless, Jimmy's mental health following the shooting and negative emotions were rarely ever the focus. He alludes to feeling suicidal and depressed during episodes centered around Craig and Spinner, but by the time we get back into Jimmy's head he's found a way to adjust. Nathan seems to take his accident much harder, remaining in a very negative, depressed headspace for 4+ months, relying heavily on alcohol to cope with his day to day life. Eventually, Nathan just.. kind of snaps out of it. Because he cuts his hair, learns to walk again, and starts helping out with the Ravens, we're meant to infer he's all better. You have to love OTH's hit or miss writing. Lastly, Nathan and Zig are similar in regards to Naley's season 2 arc and Zaya's in Next Class season 1. Both guys are threatened by the girls they love growing closer to a musician who might connect with them on a level they can't reach. Uncomfortable with the challenge to their relationship, both guys grow somewhat possessive and jealous, even briefly asking if they or the music are more important.

5.) It's hard to compare Brooke to any one character. I realize she's basically the archetype of the mean girl who eventually softens up, but there are so many things that make Brooke 'Brooke'. To start with, Manny. Both spent a lot of years allowing boys to define their worth. As a result, they were often shown competing with other girls. Both Brooke and Manny were left with trust issues involving love triangles with their first loves. Brooke spent years overcoming the betrayal of Lucas and Peyton. Manny also took years and multiple, mostly throwaway relationships to get over Craig after he deceived her into believing he'd broken up with Ashley so that they could be together. Honestly, these incidents probably weren't comparable, but I loved Manny too much to question it and Cassie Steele did a really good playing up that subtext. By the time the girls graduate, they've mostly become more confident in themselves, putting their ambitions first. For Manny, it's her acting. For Brooke, it's the fashion line. Both girls faced rejection from their parents. But while Manny was raised by strict parents, resulting her rebellion, Brooke was left almost completely alone, resulting in a similar outcome. Because of this, their best friends (Peyton and Emma) are much more like family than their biological families. In the end, both end up with someone unpredictable who conveniently was linked to their best friend once upon a time. Other than Manny, there's obviously Fiona. Both had an interest in fashion, spent years being a queen bee, and eventually learned a sense of responsibility and stability both by living alone and being on student council.

6.) Degrassi. It's not close.

7.) Ooh okay.

Degrassi:

(1) Zig/Maya

(2) Joey/Caitlin

(3) Sean/Ellie

One Tree Hill:

(1) Nathan/Haley

(2) Lucas/Brooke

(3) Jake/Peyton

Combined:

(1) Zig/Maya

(2) Nathan/Haley

(3) Lucas/Brooke

(4) Joey/Caitlin

(5) Sean/Ellie

(6) Jake/Peyton

8.) My brain broke LOL

Things I prefer about OTH:

(1) Better focus on character development due to having a smaller cast

(2) Stronger love stories. Degrassi was first and foremost a show about messy teenagers. For the first half of the series, no one was endgame. It wasn't until Eclare that the show started to realize that maybe they should service their fans in that way. But on One Tree Hill, a lot of time and energy was dedicated to developing the relationships between Nathan/Haley, Lucas/Brooke, Lucas/Peyton, Brooke/Julian, Jake/Peyton, etc.

3.) Better soundtrack, even though I honestly love Degrassi's too

4.) It has a truly platonic friendship between a male and female character without any romantic past or one of them being gay (Lucas/Haley)

(5) More focus on parent/child dynamics

(6) They never spent a handful of episodes in green screen Paris, dragging down the entire show for like two months straight

Things I prefer about Degrassi:

(1) It's more realistic.

(2) This kind of goes along with #1, but it's a show about teenagers played by actual teenagers. It's a much different experience watching these kids figure things out than it is watching twenty somethings do the same thing.

(3) Representation. I won't pretend like Degrassi is perfect or that it equally distributes focus to queer and POC characters. It doesn't. There's a clear hierarchy, and unfortunately white, straight characters were generally at the center of the story lines. But an attempt was at least made. OTH had an almost all white cast and rarely ever featured any LGBT representation. One of their sole gay characters filmed himself having sex with a woman without her knowledge or consent, then leaked the tape, all to hide his sexuality. So, not the greatest representation.

4.) Degrassi's school shooter was someone who physically abused his girlfriend and displayed many red flags rather than a victim of bullying who suddenly snapped after one too many insults or physical assaults. Sadly, OTH continued to perpetuate the misinformation that most school shootings are committed by kids who are bullied. To be fair, Rick was also bullied, but it wasn't a black and white scenario. Kids weren't just being unfair to him. He came back to the school and seriously asked the friends of the girl he put into a coma for forgiveness.

(5) The characters mostly had limitations and were forced to follow the same rules unlike on OTH where 4/5 of the core five could basically do whatever they wanted. This is one thing that sets Degrassi apart from many other teen dramas.

(6) The friendships were more believable and realistic. While I think there were occasional instances where one friend forgave another too easily, the instances where the friends fell out with one another only to later make up were overall well done and didn't feel forced. Brooke and Peyton, I'm looking at you.

(7) The girls actually seemed to like each other! They could mostly interact without constantly referring to each other as "bitches" and "whores". During moments when the girls would turn on each other, it was being written in a very realistic, true to life way. On One Tree Hill, an entire punchline would be that one girl degraded another.

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duck-in-a-thrift-store · 24 days

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Alright guys here's the first room closeup (+ headcanons/notes), by popular demand:

~Mike & Will's room~

(Plz don't judge my choice of wall art I pretty much just picked it bc it matched the wallpaper colors and there weren't a lot of good options)

Ok so design details

I know yall see that blue and yellow, and the green in the middle. All very intentional. The bed w/ the yellow blanket is Will's & the one w/ the blue blanket is Mike's. They sit on the rug when they're having their little heart-to-hearts that the rest of the party never seem to be a part of for "some reason"

Also, these boys wear a lot of fuckin stripes, so. Blue and yellow striped wallpaper? Green striped rug? Idk man it was screaming byler what can I say

And then there's a record player or whatever on the dresser between them, bc as we all know Will is a music guy and Mike lets Will do whatever he wants even if that means keeping him up listening to his favorite song all night bc he'd never forgive himself if Vecna somehow got Will bc Mike made him turn it off*

*So, to explain what that's all about: after his repeated failed attempts with Max, One went after Will next bc y'know, lots of trauma, easy target, etc (at least that's what the mf thought, I'm pretty sure Will lowkey has powers or smthn)

(This happened before the start of the au btw so it's just sort of background info, it might be mentioned but it won't be happening in present)

But anyway Will almost got Vecna'd and it was partially Mike's fault bc they got in a fight, Mike said smthn stupid and Will ran off, we know the drill (Mike still blames himself for it even tho they made up & Will forgave him and is fine)

Mike kinda lost his shit, honestly I'm thinking in his terror he pushed El too hard to save Will (when she was already doing her best obviously bc that's her brother) and that was part of why they broke up bc even El realized he cared more about Will than her- Mike is pretty much the only one who doesn't know yet lol

And they all survived obviously but now they're both kinda extra paranoid about it and even though they've moved far away and One hasn't followed them they still worry that some day he might track them down, so they fall into a (compulsive) habit of playing Will's favorite songs on repeat

(I'm not giving you his fav songs bc first of all I can't even decide my own fav song and also it just feels really presumptuous like that's too personal of a thing for me to decide for somebody else. I take music very seriously & very personally ok. Funnily enough tho I am listening to "should I stay or should I go" at this very moment)

Anywho, moving along

That desk by the door is mostly used for coming up with new campaigns they don't want the others to spoil (it's ok for their roommate to have insider knowledge that's not an unfair advantage or anything and besides it just can't be helped y'know? /s) no but they do collaborate sometimes and they work so well together as storytellers that the others find it lowkey unsettling (Dustin and Lucas are used to it tho)

>tw: vaguely suicidal themes?

Someone, not thinking I guess, makes an offhand joke about them being on the ground floor so they don't have to worry about Mike jumping out the window, and Will, who somehow hadn't ever actually heard the whole "quarry story," asks what that's supposed to mean and then they very awkwardly have to explain and he's basically like "oh my god what the hell that's not fucking funny why would you joke about that" and for a while after learning about it he's extra conscious of any self-deprecating/self-sacrificing type shit Mike says

Also they have "crazy together" written somewhere in the room no one else will see it. It's uncertain where, or whose idea it was, or why they did it, but they did. Probably to sort of make the room feel more like it was claimed as *theirs* after having to move to a new house far away from familiarity, and as a reminder to always be there for each other when times are tough

#full house au #stranger things fanfic #stranger things headcanons #current wip #mike wheeler #will byers

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goofygooberdays · 2 years

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I saw that you were taking but I was thinking the same thing, why is there so much smut? Like I get it they're hot but let's have some cute fics without the hard-core porn at the end (not trying to be mean to those who like it, there's just so much)

Anyways, if you don't mind taking an Eddie Munson request, could you do one where he and the reader get followed by Robin and Steve on one of their dates?

I don't think I'm honest the right person to answer this since I do like smut, but it just got way too much for me. I crave the sweet shit lately but apparently everyone else is on a different wave length lol. Or like you said, the hard-core porn fics are just everywhere (like they said, I'm not judging or throwing shade! I just wanted someone to either request something I can write or that I can read! Read whatever the hell you would like!)

Now that I'm done with my little rant, I'd love to write this. I hope you're okay with it being in a headcannon!

-I imagine this being Eddie bragging to Steve and Robin about his upcoming date with you because he's so excited but these two don't really believe he's going on a date

-or they do believe him, but they kind of want to see with their own eyes since they haven't known their friend to get excited about things like dating

-after Eddie leaves the video store to go get ready (which honestly just consist of him making sure he sprays some cologne, maybe grab some gum, and cleans up his van a little so you don't see how much shit he throws in the back)

-if you're friends with Robin and Steve you'll be gushing how excited, but how nervous you are

-which again, your friends are excited for you two but it's still just so weird to them? They just can't wrap their minds around this because of how nervous you two are

-I don't know about you, but I don't really see Eddie being the type to like eating in crowded restaurants, because if I'm being honest I'm not the type either. If they stress you out like they do me, he would definitely not take you somewhere where you are even a little stressed.

-So that means he probably plans to take you to a bookstore or a library. And then when you guys are done there, you go grab some food but eat in his van while talking about the books and new music you got!

-You two are so enamored with each other and just talking a million miles per hour about different things that it take you guys a while to notice your friends trying, and failing, to be sly.

-but once you and Eddie notice them you two start making it a game: see which one will be the one to snap and accidentally say something to you two.

-so what started off with you guys talking about your personal favorite book or song to the other turns into the most random lie ever that the other two would know is a lie

-or you guys playing a little hide and seek from them. Basically you two try to hide in the weirdest parts of the store and see how long it takes for them to find you without making it obvious they were looking for you

-you would think Robin and Steve would figure out you and Eddie knew, but they only realized it when the store owners called Hopper because they were 'stalking you guys and you two were obviously afraid'.

-Which seemed a little dramatic, but it's fair the store owners were worried.

-Hopper looked so fucking done with you four when he showed up to the store. Since he's no stranger thing this group being absolute idiots, he just sighed and explained to the owner you guys knew each other.

-Robin and Steve were trying to get out of them before you and Steve noticed since they thought it wouldn't take long for you to spot them with Hopper being "too fucking loud" according to Steve.

-But Robin groaned and hit Steve when she noticed you two standing in the corner laughing so hard you guys were crying.

-"I think they know, Dingus."

-Steve was confused because he was so sure him and Robin were very good spies.

-"We spotted you guys back at the book store. Had a feeling you would follow us here." you said while you and Eddie walked past them to check out.

-Eddie was carrying all your stuff even though you told him you could carry them. He was also carrying your guy's book that he also paid for before you could say something. He tried to do the same for the music but you beat him to it this time.

-He tried to protest because after all, he's the one who asked you out first. But you were having none of it.

-"You asked me out first, but it's only fair I pay for half of the date since I've been wanting to do this for ages." To which he started blushing at since he's a precious bean.

-As you guys were walking out of the store, Hopper was telling Robin and Steve how much of an idiot they are and if he gets another phone call about them he's going to arrest them for real.

-Before Steve or Robin can say anything, you and Eddie go to stand right next to them. Robin was quick to apologize for ruining our date

-to which you and Eddie both waved off the apology and said they didn't ruin anything. "In fact, you guys made it a little better." you said while giving Eddie the biggest smile that he was also sporting himself.

-Since you guys were also a part of this date, do you want to join us for dinner?"

-Steve and Robin said yes quickly since these two would never turn down food. Plus they offered to pay since they felt a little bad still.

-Since none of you guys wanted to see how many people could fit into the back of Eddie's van, you went to a park and ate before playing on the playground like little kids.

-Even though your friends did end up hijacking the date, you and Eddie were okay with it since you two had a really really fun time. Plus you guys loved spending time with these two losers whenever you could.

-As you were all parting way, meaning Robin and Steve leaving in Steve cars and you and Eddie leaving in his van, you and Eddie kissed. All you heard was

-"Ew, I didn't need to see this bullshit." Robin said jokingly

-"If you're going to traumatize me than at least put your back into, Munson." He also said jokingly

-All in all, it was a really good night and you two definitely already made plans for another date in the upcoming future.

send me any request!

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #joseph quinn #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things x y/n

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PROFILES : DITTO ‘ !!

★ : “dawg” — a group of 6.

XIAO ‘ !! a junior that attends teyvat high!! seen as charming, quiet, and sarcastic by everyone. popular with the underclassmen, known as “the pretty guy who listens to chase atlantic”. hes yns number one fan, and literally everyone at school knows this. they dont pay mind to it because theyre only best friends. met yn when she went up to him in kindergarten, then realized that he liked her in the 5th grade; tried to give her hints, but failed miserably. gave up when yn started dating albedo, but still liked her. ( he still does atm ). if hes not with yn, hes with venti, heizou and kazuha, or scara and childe.

RAIDEN KUNIKUZUSHI ‘ !! a junior at teyvat high school. goes by “scaramouche” , only close friends call him by his real name. seen as an extremely nonchalant person, can be rude, and sarcastic. hes always around his sister, or his friend group. mostly always around ajax since theyre childhood friends. you can tell who scaramouches favorite people are by the way he acts around them in public. doesnt really post on his main, always on his private. met xiao through yn, they get along really well. tried to help him with yn, but failed. supports whatever xiao says because hes older than him ( he admires him too, but dont tell anyone ).

SHIKANOIN HEIZOU ‘ !! a junior at teyvat high school. wants to become the “bestest detective ever”, and doesnt care if anyone says he cant. met xiao because of kazuha, they became close after a few months!! xiaos number one defender no matter what. talk about random shit, but trust each other with that random shit they talk about. everyone at school knows that heizou likes kazuha, and they always let out an “ooh” whenever hes mentioned or walks past by. academically smart, but not really street smart?? has been stuck in a situationship for 2 months now, absolutely terrified of the 3 month rule. doesnt know yn, but supports what ever crush xiao has on her!!

KAEDEHARA KAZUHA ‘ !! a junior at teyvat high school. everyone sees him as the sweetest person ever, no one knows how hes friends with scaramouche, heizou, ajax, and venti ( theyre all seen as mean people?? ). but he is a sarcastic little shit with his close friends, thats how theyre friends. the top in his english class, this man absolutely loves writing poetry, he wants to be an author when he grows up. everyone at school knows that he has a “teeny tiny” crush on heizou, but they dont really tease him for it. known xiao since he was like 2, theyve been best friends. they went to different schools growing up, and reunited in high school. kazuha was the first person xiao told about his crush on yn, and he teased him so much, it was unbelievable. but helped him nonetheless!! extremely close friends. situationship with heizou, but knows theyll make it past 3 months.

AJAX / CHILDE ‘ !! another junior who goes to tyvt high!!! goes by “childe” at school, gets annoyed when people he doesnt like / know call him ‘ajax’ ( his real name ). if you ask people if they know him, theyll respond with, “oh that pretty ginger?” or “the really pretty guy that flirts with yns brother?” literally the gayest of the gays, but refuses to accept it. known yn since they were literal babies, sees her as his older sister. always posts on his private ( somehow got scara to match with him??? ). knows xiao because of scaramouche, also tried to help him with yn.

VENTI ‘ !! a junior who attends tyvt high. says hes supposed to be a senior, but does anyone believe him? allergic to cats, but he loves them; he does not care, he will pet a cat. no one knows why he even has a private, most of his thoughts are already on his main account. has a strange obsession of making alcohol / drinking jokes. met xiao one fateful day where they bumped into each other, trying to pet a stray cat they found. venti called him pretty, and asked to be friends; xiao said yes. got extremely close in a span of 2 weeks, sees xiao as his younger brother. comforted xiao the most when yn got with albedo, tries his best to make him happy!!

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#naijmi #xiao x reader #xiao smau #genshin smau #genshin impact

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hamsterlanza · 3 days

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Homestuck Fankid OC Loredump ...

Betty Mariot/Marion (? i change it on occasion) 19 years old Witch of Doom Chumhandle: CA / CynicalAsshole She's just a huge edgelord. You could expect to see her on edtwt (though she isnt disordered), shtwt, goretwt, etc. U can find her on reddit, twitter, n 4chan. for sure. probably modding some discord servers too. She isnt exactly racist/homophobic/etc, she just says a lot of slurs, mostly for ragebait and reactions. She's supposed to be really pretty ... dont know if my artstyle shows that greatly but thats how shes written. She has a sort-of god complex? She really just thinks she's the only one who exists/matters, everyone else is worthless. Lacks empathy. I would say that those beliefs came from the fact she was homeschooled since she was 13 but a lot of her problems are just brain-chemistry she was born with/developed at an early age. Scarring/sh is her favorite form of body-modification, if you couldnt tell. she thinks its gorgeous. Pale skin, light blonde, green eyes ... speaking of her scars, heres all of them and what theyre from!:

Thought it would be fun if she was somewhat "immortal" ... just, like, she keeps coming back. (kinda like dirk??? idk.) because of her being an awful, manipulative, self-centered person ... all of the other players in her session hate her tremendously. 2 of them have killed her before, 1 of which cant stand her being gone so they were stuck killing her n bringing her back for a little while. that person was her girlfriend ! (nonbinary, but still "girlfriend") who she had a very toxic relationship with. because betty is a stereotypical abusive partner... oh, and also, due to betty and her gf originally being from an unfinished roleplay, mistakes happen and they were canonically together before we realized her gf was 17. so betty is really winning problematic bingo. Anyway, her gf was the one who killed her the 1st and 3rd time, while another person sliced her in half ...

her and her gf after they killed her for the 1st time. instant regret. ever get so sick of ur gfs suicide threats and manipulative nature u stab her in the stomach and fucking murder her? yeah well now u know how it is to be this guy. wanting her to just shut up for a second and then being like "baby no i didnt mean it!" bring her back to life . decapitate her l8er, though... bring her back 2 life again.. yk how it is. backstory shit; nothing special she was just picked on by boys in school cause she had "massive" tits. probably got groomed online. tried to off herself at 13 (due to delusions, not the bullying or grooming stuff) and failed so she was in a psych ward for 3 days before her single rich stoic father took her out and switched her into homeschooling. She never got diagnosed with anything (besides just general depression?) because she was too young for anyone to be sure. just "yeah she definitely has problems." and was probably put on some antidepressants. She doesnt take them, feeds them to her pets when she's bored and they end up dying usually. She's basically just a complete shut in/ hikikomori / whatever ... she never leaves her house, or hell even her room. trash everywhere. she stinks, showers 1-3 times a month and doesnt brush her hair. oh, also she hasnt CUT her hair since she was like 13, its overgrown from her scene yeemo phase... OKOK sorry for long infodump. i rlly like this stupid little character i have and uhhh felt like telling the internet about her. tell me if shes cool . tell me if shes cringe . share opinions . thx

#homestuck #fankid #homestuck oc #kidsona #not really #4chan #reddit #incel #femcel #idk #4chan daughter or redditor son

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incarnateirony · 3 months

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you know, sometimes i feel weird about posting trailers like this one as much as six hours late. I am so used to Shealyn Bonds arguing against all common sense that I instantly think, "The person this message is actually for is too dense and will use a timeline loophole" and like, listen babe. It's mardisgrassuperbowlkingoffools day, we're both fucking busy, ok? Like take whatever roleplay bullshit of Coy and Sassy you imagine and magnify it times 100 but it's me and a random queer german transdude. Ok? We're fuckin busy, but the message is the same.

Some of us don't get to turn it off for weeks at a time until roleplay convenience to get banged since you guys aren't attracted to each other naturally and need me somewhere in the middle.

No, yeah, no, that impulse is fine, go reflexively prove me wrong for exactly one point before staring at your computer screens at some variant image of me again. That's cool. Yeah, no, it's fine, find another variant of me to roleplay as.

If you can't tell, that consent is ironic, and taking advantage of it makes you the creepy guy at the bar. We still do not consent, and you're still rapists.

Luckily, I've piqued in luck of the stupidity of my enemies, as not many rapists are so retarded as to sign their house, home, business and identity to their target for the consequences. So, you know. Enjoy. Pack it up the ass, bitches.

Hey, Shealyn, you realize we mutually know a Judge, right?

Who's relation was that again?

Neverminding the altar you've been rearranging saying the gods don't approve.

WHO is WHO'S child??? Do we remember this?

DID THAT FALL INTO THE MAGICAL BOOK OF BELIEF REWRITES

WHERE YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD REWRITE THE ENTIRE HISTORY OF THE BROTHERHOODS OUT UNTIL YOU TRIED TO ARGUE AND FAILED AND YOUR REBLOG ENDED UP PINNED AS A POINT SHOWING MY COMPLETE TAKEOVER OF YOUR ESSENCE CONTINUING?

UNTIL I PUT OUT A BEACON YOU ARGUED YOURSELF INTO THE GRAVE WITH VIA REBLOG?

waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaait that's another reason she posted the uwu gods won't care if you change pantheons. Not only was she running from Me to Me between Greek and Norse, and literally getting the same message. But. That. Oh, I get it now. Se's running from the Great Judge and turning her altar around like a boggle board to try to fix her shit without giving me a free pass into the house she already signed to me. IF SHE SPINS THE BALL REAL FAST SHE NEVER GOTTA DEAL WITH DADDY, RIGHT??????????????????

THAT HOLE OF MEMORY? THE MEMORY IS STILL THERE, YOU ABUSIVE CUNT.

bitch you are so irrevocably fucked beyond a thousand lifetimes. You could slit your throat right now and still find yourself compelled to do the same by the same age a dozen times. if another volcano didn't explode on you first again

holy fuck

Literally the only reason you're not dead is you're too coward. You and I both know it no matter what you tell Mark or the internet. You can't pull the trigger and you're too weak to take pain like cutting, and you pussy out if you look at pills. I'm over it, you noncommittal whore. You can't even die right.

I KNOW for a goddamn fact you had your hand on or near the knives in the kitchen about a week ago with some thoughts, do not fuck with me for internet clout. And I mean, like, bad ones. Ones where you almost didn't feel like yourself, but all that self hatred boiling up and all the reasons were all you. You, and your actions, and your choices, in a form and moment you couldn't disassociate and divide from yourself all at once.

But it's not your favorite method. I already told you I realized that then.

Hey, wanna join Betrayal Reload? Top chat for Persona 3 Reload.

Reload and try again, bitch. See who eats the bullet. I already dodged 8 of mine. Want to try your luck each way?

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angry-taco-lover · 2 years

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[QUOTE=Lukmendes;6055812] I mean he did shit like telling that Trainer guy to mess with Jackal's test results just because, took over Scrier group and manipulated Judas Traveler, he's the mastermind because of retcons but that nonsense in universe made him into one lol. [/QUOTE] Favorite quote from this: http://lifeofreillyarchives.blogspot.com/2008/03/part-33.html [QUOTE]This special issue ends with Bob Harras returning to find that no one has any idea on how to end the storyline. He tells the staff he doesn't care if they drown in paper as long as the Clone Saga is resolved by the end of the day. Someone mentions that the pressure must be getting to Bob since he's acting irrational, manic, insane: sort of like the Green Goblin. Then Ralph Macchio says, "You know…we may have something there."[/QUOTE] That's one thing out of a sprawling event. The Jackal still had his own plans and Osborn sabotaged them. Things didn't always go according to what Osborn wanted, even before crossing paths with Peter Parker. Could have done without him being responsible for Aunt May's faked death, but they were never going to let that stick. [QUOTE] Bob Harras became concerned that Norman was going to become too all-encompassing a figure in Spider-Man's universe. Bob issued an edict: "I don't want the Spider-Man books to become too Norman-centric. I don't want Norman to have been responsible for everything that's ever happened in Peter's life since 1972."

I totally agreed with that edict. I didn't think Norman should be some god-like figure who controlled every facet of Peter's life from afar. I felt there were certain things he did control, and other things he did not. At times, fate would intervene and end up working in his favor, or fate would work against him and he would have to adapt. That's how I approached THE OSBORN JOURNAL when I began putting it together. [/QUOTE]

[QUOTE]After this, his return developed him some more, which isn't that difficult considering the very personal connection he has with Spidey.[/QUOTE] This is tempting me to write a list of things that accidentally helped him that I'll constantly come back to edit.

[QUOTE]If Spider-Man editorial got in the way it'd probably be even worse, those guys are actively mean spirited.[/QUOTE] Lol. This is so painfully true! Fine. A competent editorial would have fixed it.

[QUOTE]Huh? In Dark Reign he didn't even care about Spidey that much, much less being an extension of Spidey, whatever that means.[/QUOTE] Lily Hollister. -_- There's fun supervillainy and then there's get this off my comics. He was pushing my limit for some time. Dark Reign itself wasn't all that fun to me. Spider-man had little involvement. All the protagonists are villains on a team playing lets trigger the madman. Loki won the game and Asgard got destroyed. Personally I think it would have worked better as a Parody. Perhaps an adult take on Invader Zim? Darkness-induced apathy is the word Tv tropes used for it. People remember Dark Reign as that one time Marvel tried and failed to make Norman Osborn their take on Lex Luthor. I remember it as them never trying. Marvel realized Tony Stark hadn't been seen as the hero in Civil war by a vast majority of the readers. Now they need someone who he can compare favorably against. Incidentally, Spider-man's well-known arch had a well-received run in the Thunderbolts. Would you know what? He's corporate too! He's perfect. They put him through a trauma congo line, making it clear on no uncertain terms that he was the inferior to Tony Stark and hoped people would accept Iron man back because look at how much worse this other loser is! He is the living breathing definition of incel defined evil chad and Charlie Brown. They rarely tried to show him succeeding. Most successes were initiated by other villains. Writers often conveniently forgot he had super powers and it was only through the heroes good nature that he didn't die. The event could have ended earlier so many times. People didn't care. They were annoyed Marvel had the creative bankruptcy to use a Lex Luthor stand-in who had teamed up with a superman expy to put everyone in Avengers costumes. It was annoying they didn't put him out of the collective misery. There were good moments but like Clone Saga his involvement is remembered more successfully than it deserved.

When I talk about extension, I mean how villains bring out certain responses in their heroes that will be explored. They are often an extension of their heroes as you can tell which franchise comics value more when a villain beats another villain in a fight when they do crossovers. After Dark Reign I could no longer deny the character had no real personality so I didn't care about him as a character beyond what can do as a villain. Ousting the Otto Octavius insert was a plus but it didn't feel deserved because Sport didn't want to focus on his favorite character losing. We knew Peter Parker was eventually coming back so the removal of the serum felt like a more notable win.

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hitnran · 3 years

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OBSESSIVE EX (gender neutral! reader)

how they deal with you having an obsessive ex

includes: ran, rindou

CW: obsessive behavior, cursing, stalking (ran), phone harassment (rindou), the haitani brothers lowkey kinda scary here (not to the reader) 💀 but i’m just trying to make it fit within their character

— RAN HAITANI

Getting into a relationship with someone like Ran, half of the charismatic brother duo that ruled Roppongi, almost means guaranteed safety wherever you go. His title itself is one that is feared when murmured. Whenever you two leave, he always has an eye and a hand on you. Ran knows well that even if he is feared, he can also be challenged and the last thing he wants is for you to get involved — you would make an easy target for his enemies.

You two were out together on a stroll around the city. Although there was nothing neither of you needed, Ran’s favorite thing is showing you off. Sometimes you start to feel similar to his younger brother, thinking that you’re just a shadow and only known as ‘Ran’s partner.’ But Ran’s intentions were opposite. He wanted everyone to know that it was him that belonged to you and it is him that people would have to deal with if you were ever tested.

As you two are walking, Ran noticed your eyes consistently checking itself to the side. He took note of that and eventually brushed it off since you stopped. But then he noticed that you were being especially keen and scanning the whole area.

“Are you okay, love?” Ran slightly hunches down, getting your attention as your face turns his way. He lightly smiles at you. “Did you see something you liked?”

You swallowed down hard. You could’ve sworn you saw a familiar face, but after trying to scan the area numerous times for the past few minutes, you thought it was just you being paranoid. The last thing you wanted was to worry Ran and cause a scene.

“I’m okay,” You shook your head, returning a light smile. You grabbed on his arm, this time a little tighter. “Let’s turn into this corner.”

Ran knows when you’re lying. He knew something made you uncomfortable, but he wasn’t going to force you to tell him. Instead, he’ll make it his own problem too and deal with it himself.

This area was his territory and everyone knew it. It was almost as if Roppongi, a city known for liveliness, calmed down ever so slightly if one or both of the brothers were out. Everyone’s gaze wound be kept low and their conversations would go mute as they walk by.

At that moment, Ran could feel a pair of eyes staring your way. He won’t make it obvious though.

“Love,” Ran called out to you. You looked up his direction and he placed a hand against your lower back. “Rindou’s gonna throw a fit if I don’t bring back food for him. How about you go into the restaurant and order first while I call him and ask what he wants?”

You felt at ease hearing that you two were finally going to be in somewhere indoors, but it made you nervous that he would be separated from you for just a little while.

“Don’t wanna bring something back he won’t like and have him complain,” Ran lightly laughed, trying to ease your clear discomfort. He placed a hand over your head. Taking out his phone to add to his act. “I’ll be quick.”

After some hesitation, you gave in. It was a public space after all, so it shouldn’t have been anything to worry too much about. He watched as you entered the place before turning around, sending chills to the person who had been following you two around this whole time.

“Would be a shame if I left them alone for too long, wouldn’t it?” Ran gave off a sinister grin, slowly walking towards the person. “Wouldn’t want anyone to take them away…especially someone like you.”

Ran knew who this person was. He was an obsessive ex of yours that just would not leave you alone and accept the separation despite it being years passed. He gulped hard, nervously stepping back, not thinking that he would get caught.

“You were so bold to even follow us in the first place, why so shy now?” Ran smirked, hiking up the sleeves of his sweatshirt. “This is the first time you’ve heard of me or something? I should introduce myself to you well and hard then.”

Almost ten minutes had passed since you’ve been waiting for Ran. You sat patiently and waited. Your best guess as to what’s taking him so long revolves around Rindou. Maybe he was complaining about how he wanted food from a different place or being picky about menu opinions. Just as you were about to raise yourself from your seat to check up on Ran, you saw him enter.

“Did I make you wait too long?” Ran appeared, seating himself in front of you. The worse case scenario you had in mind was that he got into a fight, but in front of you, he looked just as how you last saw him. “You know how Rindou is.”

Your chest became relaxed and you gave a small smile, shaking your head, “What did he want from here?”

“I didn’t even listen to what he said,” Ran teased, opening up his menu and leaning back against the chair. You felt his legs sandwich your calves from beneath the table. “He can order it himself. All my money is going to you today.”

And that was how Ran liked it. Although Ran wanted everyone to know that he belonged to you, he knew how important it was for others to know that you belonged to him too. The image of the face of your ex is burned so clearly into his brain — face all bloodied up, mauled almost, as he failed to even whisper for forgiveness.

“I think there’s only one way I’m gonna let you outta here alive,” Ran kicked his body down with force, hearing something shift in his jaw. He couldn’t give half a damn about it. “Do you know what that is?”

Your ex was visibly beaten and weak now, barely able to even blink or properly form a sentence. Though, with his adam’s apple slightly moving from fear, Ran took it as a response.

Grabbing him by his hair upward, Ran bent down, looking straight at him, “You’re gonna leave them alone and never show your goddamn face again. If it wasn’t fucked already before, it sure is now. I promise you I’ll know if you’re even barely visible or a mile away, I won’t hesitate to kill you.”

Ran thought it was so disgusting how someone like you could ever have your time wasted on someone low like this ex of yours. Even if Ran saw him and his brother above everyone else, he always put you above him.

“Maybe even after this, I’ll send one of my men to go and beat the shit out of you every day so you could suffer for as long as you’ve tried to bother Y/N.”

— RINDOU HAITANI

Rindou can’t even remember what it took for you two to even reach this state of your guys relationship. He convinced himself that it was Ran, his older brother who wouldn’t shut up about how he was going to take you if Rindou didn’t make a move.

It genuinely surprises himself even whenever he looks your way, observing every detail and soaking in the idea that you are someone he can call his.

You two were watching a movie, or rather, supposed to. Rindou was too focused on side-eyeing you every now and then. You caught him a few times, but he would brush it off with comments like “this movie is boring” or “I’m just checking to see if you fell asleep.”

He would snap himself out of a trance after hearing your phone ring beside you. You eyed it once, looking at the caller ID and ignoring it. It wasn’t enough to cause Rindou to worry - it’s not his problem if you just didn’t wanna answer a call, it was your guys’ time anyway.

But then it rang once more again. Your ringtone dragged itself out halfway through before Rindou slightly raised his hand from your hip, pointing to the phone on the side of the couch.

“You not gonna answer that?” He asked.

You shook your head, eyes focused on the TV, “It’s fine. It’s an unknown caller ID.”

Rindou shrugged, ignoring it once again, but after a few more calls and your phone receiving back to back text messages, it was starting to irk him. He was close to just grabbing your phone and answering the call himself, but you were quick to act before him, just shutting it off.

“It must be spam or something,” You sighed, sitting back down.

“Yeah, well whatever it is, good thing you shut that damn thing off. That shit was annoying,” Rindou sighed, curling his arms around you again. “Let’s change the movie too or something. This one is boring.”

One thing about dating Rindou is that he seems uninterested in absolutely everything he does. Although you avoid thinking like that when it comes to your relationship with him, you always remind yourself that Rindou is someone who deeply cares for you. He shows it very differently compared to others, but you know.

He can recall a memory from a few weeks ago where you kept getting calls in the middle of your guys’ date. It annoyed him, but not as much as it annoyed you. You’ve pressed the red decline button at least five times now, stressing over it and spilling out everything about your previous ex.

At the end of your rant, Rindou grabbed your phone, picking up the call and saying words as simple as “leave them alone.” It was so simple, but for the next few weeks, it was silent. You finally thought you were free of harassment thanks to your boyfriend, but recently, they’ve been coming back as unknown caller IDs and more frequent than before.

Halfway through the movie, Rindou felt your body become more loose and relaxed beneath him. Your breath became slower and more steady. You had fallen asleep. He thought it was ironic to have someone as angelic as you in the arms of someone like him - a gang member always involving himself in trouble, even just for fun.

He stared at your phone just a reach away and then back at you. The last thing Rindou wanted was for you to be uncomfortable, or really, anything that isn’t where you aren’t happy.

When you woke up, the TV was shut off and you felt a blanket drape over your body. You realized you had fallen asleep from earlier, but you were expecting to find your boyfriend with you as well. That was when the door swung open and you were greeted with Rindou.

“Rindou?” You slowly let out, still adjusting from waking up. “I didn’t know you left.”

He raised a bag up midway in the air, it’s a bag from a bakery you often bought from, “You kept murmuring about it in your sleep. Didn’t want you to wake up all grumpy.”

“I don’t wake up grumpy!” You protested, watching as he took his seat next to you and unpacking all of your favorites.

“Yeah, okay,” Rindou joked. He listened to you puffing out before wrapping yourself around his arm.

“Thank you though,” You murmured out of embarrassment - maybe he was half right.

“It’s nothing,” He replied, softening his face into a grin. “Must’ve been hungry though if it got you talking in your sleep and drooling on my arm.”

You didn’t even know about half of the things he does for you, but he didn’t mind it, because if you were happy, then that was all that mattered.

It made Rindou feel guilty to turn on your phone and look through it. It wasn’t something that he ever felt the need to do - he trusted you and it felt wrong if you weren’t aware that he was using it. Though, at this time, he felt like it was for the better.

While you were silently sleeping, he browsed through your texts. It’s that same person - your ex back again to bother you. Rindou scoffed, making sure it wasn’t loud enough to wake you up, but he was angry. He clicked his tongue whilst composing a message.

Rindou knew you would never be so stupid as to meet up with someone like this, especially not after already experiencing it once. It was a good thing that it was just Rindou posing as you though. How delighted your ex felt to have finally received a response to you - ‘Let’s meet up here.’

Rindou thought it was so pathetic. This guy had no idea what he looked like, let alone that you even had a boyfriend. So when Rindou’s immediate reaction upon seeing him was to throw a punch, he was shocked.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Your ex cried out, trying his best to dodge his attacks but failing in between his words and attempts.

“Me?!” Rindou snapped, pushing him to the ground and twisting his arms. “Speak for yourself.”

The man beneath him screamed in pain, “I-I’ll call the cops on you and have you arrested!”

“Yeah? You think they’ll give me less time if I tell them I was just trying to teach a creep a lesson?” Rindou pulled back on his arms a little harder, tendons and muscles stretching themselves out of place.

“T-The hell are you talking about?!” He stuttered out.

“Don’t bitch around. Might end yourself up in there if you keep this act of yours up - I’ve been once before,” Rindou smirked, pulling back more and more on his arms. “It was fine for me. My big bro and I even got some respect while in there, so what’s gonna happen when they hear about your name from me? You’re fresh meat to them.”

“W-Who even are you?!”

Rindou scoffed, “The same guy who warned you once to leave Y/N alone. I should’ve honestly went to find you myself personally and beat the shit out of you, but I hate wasting my time.”

Your boyfriend let the man go. If his arms weren’t all bent out of place and dislocated, he’d be crawling away by now. It was a sight that Rindou would laugh at. Upon seeing that his phone had fallen out of his pocket, the same phone used to consistently harass you, Rindou stomped down hard, breaking it into bits and pieces.

“Don’t waste my time again. Next time you do, call the cops, I promise you I won’t care if they catch me killing you,” Rindou turned his back around.

#tokyorev x reader #ran haitani #rindou haitani #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #ran haitani x reader #rindou haitani x reader

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julesclues · 3 years

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hi boooo! You’re legit my favorite author on here! I love your writing so much 💕 was wondering if you could do one: outer banks JJ getting so drunk at a party and throwing up at the party and getting sick all over JB car going back to the chateau with all the pogues. And like reader (not Girlfriend yet) taking care of him please 🥺 thank you so much!!!! 😍😍😍 I know you’re busy so like take you’re time and if you don’t want to it’s fine too 💕💕

Drunken Confessions

Warnings: excessive and underage drinking, cursing

Pairing: jj maybank x reader

Word count: 2.48k

Summary: JJ drinks a littleee too much at a party, which makes the reader worried about him. So being the great person she is, she decides to take care of him.

a/n: thank you for the kind words in your request! It really means a lot! <3

3 things JJ Maybank loves most in this world: sex, surfing, and booze. Emphasis on the booze because once he started, it was almost impossible to stop him which, was currently the situation at the party you were all at.

It was a normal party, one mixed with tourons and pouges. But a normal party for JJ obviously meant drinking. You always worried about him when he would over do it like he is now. Though you were all used to the underage drinking, it was kind of hard to remember that it still is, technically, illegal.

The music was almost too loud. You could barely hear your friends as they each took turns telling stories about their most embarrassing moment. “Mine’s gotta be in 3rd grade when I was in the talent show for dancing and wound up twirling off stage,” Kie exclaimed, making all of you laugh. Pope went next and then John B and as you went around the circle, you realized JJ was no where to be found. You stood up in worry and searched the party for his unique clothing style and beautiful set of hair. “Where is he?” You ask, making John B tilt his head. “Who?” You roll your eyes and look at him. “Your best friend?” You ask with a laugh. Before John B could answer though, you all heard some yelling in the distance. Turning your head to the sound, your question was answered.

There was JJ. Standing on top of a table. Chugging beer after beer, almost as if he was putting on a show for the cheering audience under him. They were all applauding him as he downed the substance, some of it pouring down his chest, turning his dark blue tee into black. You groaned in annoyance as you and the other pouges ran up to him. You pushed through the crowd and made your way to the front, giving you the perfect view of JJ’s drunken state. You sigh and stick your hand out to him. “JJ!” You yell, but he still continued to pour the drinks down his throat. “Maybank! Hey! Let’s go!” You attempt again, but it’s no use. So, you climb up on the table with him, earning even more cheers from the people below. Maybe they thought you were going to join him.

He finally turns to you and his eyes light up. “Y/n!” He exclaims happily. As much as you loved JJ, in this moment, you were pretty upset. All you wanted was for him to just take care of himself so he wouldn’t do stupid shit like this. “Let’s go J,” you whisper only loud enough for him to hear. You reach out to him but he dodges your touch. “No!” He yells, scanning the people below. “Please J. Come on. Please let’s go home,” you plead, making JJ turn toward you. This time, his eyes were soft and warm, almost as if he had turned sober for a quick moment. “Ugh, fine,” he groans, but secretly doesn’t mind the feeling of your finger tips guiding him off the table and back to the pouges. You ignored the boo’s you heard from the others, but they soon forgot about it. To you, they weren’t worth JJ’s time.

“He’s shit faced,” you state to the other pouges, as JJ leans further into your side. Without you, he might have fallen over. “What’s new?” Pope laughs, making you roll your eyes. You knew that this was normal for JJ and that the pouges took it as a joke, but that doesn’t mean it should’ve been normalized. You always worried about JJ and the fact that the other pouges didn’t, made you upset.

You sigh as you sway awkwardly with JJ, thinking about what to do. “Can we just take him back to John B’s? He can’t be drinking anymore guys,” you plead, as John B nods and grabs his keys to the van. “Let’s go then.” You all start walking to the van, you and JJ a little bit behind due to his wonky walking. “You’re cute,” he laughs in his drunken state, making you smile a bit. JJ flirting with you both sober and drunk wasn’t out of the ordinary, but it never failed to make you blush like a middle schooler. “You too J,” you admit, and he chuckles without saying another word.

You make it to the van where Kie holds the door open for you two to hop into the back. You shove JJ in first, having him sit near the window while you sit in the middle and Kie sits next to you guys. John B starts the van and starts driving, which makes JJ hold his stomach. You’re the only one who notices it. “You okay JJ?” You ask him, but all he does it roll down the window. “I’m gonna throw up,” he mumbles, making your eyes go wide. “Oh no JJ, not in the van please,” John B begs. JJ doesn’t say anything as he sticks his head out the window and starts violently throwing up. All of you groan and laugh, as you rub JJ’s back to soothe him. You repeat the phrases “it’s okay” and “you’re okay” like a mantra.

You felt something on your thigh and looked down to see JJ’s hand. After pulling his head back out the window, he plops down on the soft seat under him and looks at you with a sloppy smile while squeezing your thigh in reassurance. “I’m good,” he laughs, looking around the van. “Good cause if you ever throw up in my van, I’ll kill you,” John B chuckles, making everyone else laugh along.

Finally making it back to John B’s, with JJ getting sick almost every 5 minutes, you limp with him by your side as the pouges rush to get the door open for you two. “Come on,” you grunt, finding it a bit difficult to hold JJ up by yourself. He keeps giggling and laughing while slurring his words. “Get him cleaned up in the bathroom y/n,” Pope says, and you nod. “We’ll get him water and some tylenol but until then, just make sure he doesn’t throw up all over my house,” John B exclaims, making you chuckle and adjust yourself against JJ. “Sure thing John.”

You walk into the bathroom with JJ and plop him down on the toilet seat. He sways back and forth, struggling to keep his eyes open. “Jesus J, your clothes are so dirty,” you whisper with a sigh. “Would you like me to strip then, princess?” You roll your eyes but can’t help but grin at his flirty words. “Shut it Maybank. Let’s just get you cleaned u-“

Your words were interrupted by JJ rushing to get off the toilet seat so he could open it. He instantly started throwing up, gripping the sides of the toilet until his knuckles turned white. You instantly got on your knees and sat behind him, rubbing his back to try and soothe him. “Shit JJ..” you say sympathetically. “I fucking hate when you do this shit.” After a minute or so of throwing up, he sits down on the floor and wipes him mouth. “Come here,” you mumble, coming closer to him with a napkin, but he swats your hand away. “JJ..” you warn. “Y/n just get out of here, okay? I don’t need you taking care of me.” You blink in surprise of his words and how quickly he can switch up. “Instead of being petty JJ, how about you be grateful that someone cares about you!” He scoffs and looks away. “Whatever,” he hiccups. “Why do you even care? It’s not like you’re my girlfriend.”

You freeze for a minute, trying to pretend like his words didn’t hurt you as much as they did. “You’re an asshole sometimes JJ. Girlfriend or not, I care about you. So stop denying my help and just shut up! God, I don’t even know why I’m fighting with you. You’re obviously so drunk right now. You don’t mean anything you’re saying.” You get up and stick your hand out for him. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed.” He looks at your hand and then up at you. You shoot him a smile and he could swear, drunk or not, that smile would be the death of him one day.

He hesitantly takes your hand, and you pull him up, having him stumble a bit before regaining his balance. You lead him to his bedroom and plop him down on his bed. You kneel down to take off his shoes for him, but he stops you. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes, looking down to the ground. “For what?” You ask him, sitting down next to him. He feels the bed dip down a bit, which makes him sway a little. “For what I said in the bathroom,” he mumbles. You shake your head and chuckle. “JJ, you’re just drunk. I know you don’t mean any of it.” You were always so patient and understanding when it came to JJ. It was one of the many things he loved about you. That’s what made you so different from the other pouges.

“Y/n?” He whispers. “Hm?” You ask in the same volume that he had used. “I like you a lot.” You smile and grip his shoulder. “I like you a lot too, JJ.” He shakes his head and lays down on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. “No Y/n,” he sighs, while closing his eyes. “I don’t think you understand. I like you a lot.” You tilt your head for a second in confusion, but instantly look at him wide eyed when you get what he meant. “Wha- JJ? Are you serious?” But he doesn't respond. All you heard from him was his silent snores. You get up from his bed and look down at him, to see he was fast asleep. Your breathing starts to pick up as you pace around the room silently. “Oh my god, oh my god. He didn’t mean that, right? He’s just drunk.. right? My god Y/n, who are you even asking? You’re alone. Right.. okay.” You stop pacing and grab a blanket that’s folded on JJ’s bed and cover him, leaning down to give him a quick kiss on the forehead. “You better have meant what you said JJ, or I’ll kill you.”

You leave a letter for him and go on your way, hoping he calls you in the morning or is not too sick to remember what he meant.

Dear JJ,

It’s your favorite person :) You were pretty drunk last night so the pouges left you some water and medicine while I took care of you. When you wake up, give me a call, okay? We kinda need to talk. And please JJ, try not to get so drunk anymore. You worry me when you do. I care about you. Girlfriend or not.

Love, Y/n <3

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JJ wakes up the next morning with a groan and a pounding headache. He felt like he got hit by a truck. He never drinks this much and he knew it, but for some reason last night was different. He was trying to forget. And apparently it worked because he forgot what he was trying to forget. Bingo. He blinks a couple of times to get his vision from blurry to clear before standing up and stretching. He looks down at his nightstand and finds a folded piece of paper and instantly recognizes your handwriting.

He opens the letter and reads it. His eyes go wide when he reads “girlfriend or not.” He starts to wonder what he could’ve possibly said to you last night for you to include that in the letter, but his memory is failing him. Nevertheless, he finds his phone and quickly finds your contact, hesitantly clicking “call.”

You answer after a couple of rings with a chipper yet out of breath ‘hello.’

“Hey Y/n..” he says softly, hearing your pants. “Are you okay?” he asks with a hint of concern in his voice. “Yeah J, I-I’m good. Just surfing. Why don’t you join me? None of the other pouges are here, and I’d like to talk to you, if that’s okay.” You didn’t sound mad or upset, which JJ took into consideration. The last thing he ever wanted was to make you upset. “Sure, yeah. I’m on my way.”

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JJ meets you on the beach about 15 minutes after your phone call. “Hey J!” You say, running up to him with a smile. “How are you feeling?” You ask him, and he just rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “I’m a little out of it but the strangest thing is that I don’t remember anything from last night.” Your face instantly drops and JJ is quick to recognize your disappointment. “Oh..” you sigh, biting the inside of your cheek and looking down. “What’s the matter? Did I say something last night? Y/n whatever I said, I didn’t mean it, okay?” You look back up at JJ with a bit of tears in your eyes. “You said you liked me,” you mumble, making JJ tilt his head. “Of course I like you,” he chuckles. You shake your head, realizing you were mimicking his actions from last night. “No JJ. You said you liked me.” His eyes go wide, immediately realizing what you meant. “Oh.. Y/n, I- I don’t-”

“Did you mean it J?”

“Y/N-”

“Just tell me JJ. Please. Don’t lie to me, okay?”

JJ looks down for a moment, contemplating on whether or not he should tell the truth to you and potentially ruin the friendship, or lie to you, and ruin the friendship even further. He saw how hurt you look when he said he didn’t remember, so maybe, just maybe, there was a slight chance that you liked him back.

“I like you Y/n. I do. More than a friend. I didn’t want to tell you while I was shitfaced and with you taking care of me. But I did, and I’m sorry. You deserved a better confession from me. I really do like you Y/n but if you don’t like me back then that’s okay. I ju- are you crying?!”

You wipe the tears away as you chuckle from JJ’s concerned face from you crying. “Of course I am, you idiot!” You exclaim, walking closer to him. “JJ I like you too. So much. I was really hoping you were telling the truth because I don’t think I could watch you have one night stands anymore,” you laugh, and so does he. “So does this mean..” his voice trails off but you knew what he meant. You nod with a smile and he returns it, blinking slowly.

“Can I kiss you now?”

“Please do.”

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