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aokoaoi · 1 year

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Avatar the way of water characters (first) impressions of you.

pairings : avatar the way of water characters x fem!reader[platonic relationship]

warnings : slight avatar the way of water spoilers.

author's note : the reader's age is the same as ao'nungs and neteyams, so all the other characters below 15 look up to you as a big sister.

JAKE SULLY.

— there wasn't much times where you could talk to the the Toruk Makto, but when you did, you were shaking on your bear feet.

— you thought he was the scariest man you've ever encountered despite how nice he speaks to you.

— Jake's first impressions of you though was that he thought you'd be a nice big sister for younglings. Yes, I'm being fr.

— you're responsible, caring, and you're good at reading emotions. Not to mention how much you adore Tuk? He could just adopt you if he can.

— thats pretty much it, though lol.

...

NEYTIRI Te TSHAHA MO'AT'ITE. neytiri sully.

— she loved you, she adored you, and she wished you were a daughter of her own.

— just like Jake, she wished she could snatch you under your parents' wing and make you her daughter.

— all jokes aside though, she genuinely thinks you're a very sweet girl for helping her kids adjust to your ways, especially when you stick up for them when that Ao'nung boy and his friends pick on her kids.

— Tuktirey had told her lots of stories about you, and she feels as though she practically knew you from how much Tuk talks about you.

...

TSAHÌK; RONAL.

— she thinks you're alright.. i guess.. she wouldn't admit what she's thinking about you tbh.

— she's also heard and seen lots about you. youre very talented in her eyes, i mean, you like to sing and you dance well? if she knew about you more, she might as well ask you to be her friend./j

— she also thinks you're a sweet girl. she has seen you physically beat up her son though for beating up those sully kids. the bruises on his face told her so.

— Tsireya had also talked to her about you, but they never meant anything to her. It was just silly teen stories that doesn't entertain her, but she does like it when her daughter talks to her.

...

OLO'EYKTAN; TONOWARI.

— his thoughts about you are pretty much just like his wife's.

— he also thinks you're a tough girl and not just the 'sweet and caring' girl. He knows there's some sort of fierce flame hiding in you somewhere that you're masking, every women in the village have that fiery.

— he can see his son and you together.

— he appreciates the help you've done with the sully kids, you've done so much already and he didn't even tell you to help.

— "(name)'s a lovely girl. You should befriend her." That's what he said when he found out his kids are starting to talk to you. So yes, he's half the reason why you're friends with Tsireya and Ao'nung.

NETEYAM SULLY.

— Youre definitely his favorite girl, 100%, no one can convince him otherwise.

— when you two first met him and his siblings, you were so open and sweet, like.. ARE YOU AN ANGEL???

— You're very smart too. You know about their ways in the forest, and you were very understanding when they were struggling to adjust to your ways. You're also very.. girlfriend material...

— you ask how he's been everytime you see eachother, acting so cute and adorable it makes him want to squeeze your cheeks.

— You're irresistible. He can't say no to you at all.

— yknow how I just said he thinks you're girlfriend material? His parents joked to him about how he should just court you when they saw you two walking together by the shores.

— he thinks he's way too out of your league, though. But that doesn't stop him from shooting his chance with you😜/hj.

— Ao'nung and Lo'ak had to yell at him to stop hitting on you, which resulted to Tuktirey thinking that 'hitting on you' meant violent hitting and not flirting..💀 she cried afterwards.

...

AO'NUNG.

— he thought you were the most annoying thing to ever exist at first. I'm being fr.

— he genuinely won't even look at your way when you're near him, he only ignore you and let you talk to his sister.. it made you think he hated you.(he did.)

— how did he change his views on you, you may ask? You got partnered up with him to do something for the village, and you wouldn't stop bothering him along the way so he just gave in and finally talked to you.

— it took awhile for him to finally stop hating you though. And when he learns you weren't just 'cute and gentle' when he saw you literally wrestling teens 3-4 years older than you.

— that made him want to treat you more nicely. Who knows? Maybe he'll be the next victim for your fists when he crosses the line.

— and he did, in fact, cross the line.

— that boy got a taste of what your punches feels like when you stood up for the sully sibling, alright💀.. it didn't help that you were wearing your rings. it hurt like shit.

— he got humbled by you way too many times. and he didn't like that.

— he doesn't think you're annoying anymore. instead, he thinks you're a ferocious midget;(you're 8'0😭.)

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KIRI SULLY.

— she wouldn't say that she loves you like how Tuk does, but she has warmed up to you.

— she absolutely likes how you're patient with her disobedient brother. you always had that smile on your face, and it never faltered.

— she sometimes tells you about her home back in the forest, telling your about the animals and the friends she made back there. she liked how you listened to her about it as well.

— she thinks you're the most lovable person ever. how can someone possibly dislike you?

— she thinks you're gonna pull alot of suitors in the future too. I mean, look at you.

— at first though, when she saw you hanging out with Ao'nung rather than Tsireya, she thought you'd be mean. surprisingly, you weren't.

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TSIREYA.

— this girls loves you... way too much..

— it's like an obsession, I tell you. She won't ever stop talking about you to her parents. Almost once in every week, her parents had to hear her talk about you.

— not that you disliked it though, in fact, you were flattered. Sort of.

— for her first impressions of you, she already knew she'd adore you.

— she styles your hair when she has the time to, and when she's feeling goofy, she places her favorite flowers behind your ear if she finds some.

— you two do alot of girly stuff together too, like straight up gossiping, even if it was infront of her brother and Roxto.

— she also went to you when she took interest in loak too. you had to act as if you didn't know already.

— "oh wow.. really? the sully kid?" great acting I must say.

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LO'AK SULLY.

— he didn't like how you kept taking Tsireya away from him. not to mention the amount of times he lost the chance to talk her because of you.. you're a major cockblocker.

— you're very nice though, way too nice for your own good, even.

— he's thankful of the fact you were the one helping him and his siblings for half the things Ao'nung was supposed to do. made him avoid the boy more.

— he thinks you're pretty cool too. like the way you just straight up beated Ao'nung up as if you and his sister are bsf's? You had no fear for consequences whatsoever.

— he wanted to learn how to wrestle because of you. he literally once went up to you and asked if you were interested in teaching him how to wrestle. you turned down his words, making him disappointed.

— "were learning how to live by the Metkayina ways, Lo'ak, not beat up boys who bully you." Yeah that's what you said to him when you said no.

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TUKTIREY SULLY.

— LORRDDDD THIS LITTLE GIRL WONT SHUT UP ABOUT YOUUU.

— she talks about you as if you were Eywa herself💀.. that's how much she loved you.

— she literally looks forwards to waking up tomorrow every single day just so she can see you. it almost made you cry when she admitted that to you.

— you adored her so much, I think it mightve gave her some attention issues.. it's fine, her mother loves her anyway.

— Tuktirey also liked to show you a few tricks she learned back at her home in the forest. she always looks forward for your surprised expressions and feedbacks.

— "oh wow! where'd you learn that?" "from my mom!"

— you love eachother, no one can say otherwise.

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ROTXO.

— he likes you, 100%, no joke. in a platonic way ofc.

— the first time Roxto talked to you, he was absolutely scared for his life.. like, he heard you straight up wrestled 17-18 year olds and single-handedly won, how was he supposed to not be shaking in his bare feet💀..

— the way his parents described how tough you were was waaaayyyy too over the top. you were a literal baby kitty when you first talked to him, it was as if you hadn't beaten up kids twice your age.

— Roxto also obviously took a liking towards you. he developed a soft spot, and treats you like you're his big sister<3.

— he def respects you alot too.

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mariesocuniverse · 2 years

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Byeol’s Relationships: Hyung Line

ByeolChan

byeol’s soulmate

literally one of the only reasons byeol stayed in JYP

chan said that he had this dark image as a trainee bc of how long he’s been at the company but byeol never saw that

even if he tried to hide it, byeol always saw the way he got her to get food or how he quietly tried to get her out of trouble

she wanted to return the favor and thus a friendship formed that it would take a very very very big event to happen to break them apart

she knows that she can depend on him for anything and vice versa

byeol tries her best to relieve the burden of him as a leader whenever she can so he can relax

and also force the man to sleep bc sir you need to get off your laptop and sleep

she can, will, and has dragged him to bed and cuddle him so he won’t leave chan knows that he could remove her but he doesn’t want to so he yields

basically the parents of skz

if chan isn’t there to get the members focused, byeol is there to corral everyone

good comparison would be vice captain? like how in nct dream theres leader mark, captain jeno, and vice captain (?) renjun?

that but byeol and chan

MinByeol

Byeol’s dance teacher

Byeol is very slow when learning dance so she always asks Minho for help

said dance practices are 90% serious and 10% jokes bc someone says something stupid and they need to take a ten minute break to recover from laughter

he’s also very protective of her and making sure she’s eating by cooking her food

was actually the one who asked minho to join their group considering he was the last member who joined jyp

you don’t understand how much grief she went through when he got eliminated during the survival show

nor the relief when he got added back in the last episode

she didn’t say it out loud but byeol very much wanted to fight jyp in the moment even now but who doesnt really

the two of them are like really clingy so whenever they’re resting the two of them just gravitate towards each other

she just doesn’t want to leave him you guys 🥺

you know how some people say minho is the mom of skz? yeah byeol and minho are unintentionally fighting for that title amongst the fans

they just have a silly dynamic with each other considering how much banter they have

byeol has jokingly said she will take away minho’s cats and minho took that as a declaration of war /hj

they’re stupid but they’re stupid together yknow?

ChangByeol

same age friends!!!!!

they’re the only 99liners so they have to look out for each other yknow?

although he does make fun on byeol for being old even though she’s only five months older seo changbin

very protective of her

he always makes sure that she’s inside they’re little bubble surrounded by the members and staff whenever they go to airports or other schedules

gym buddies too!

whenever he goes to work out he tries to bring byeol along too for her to build muscle for her noodle arms

not for her to get built like him but enough to get toned yknow?

he also likes to run through lyrics with her whenever 3RACHA is producing new songs for the album

he always gets shy whenever he gets complimented with also a sense of pride

also another person she has to drag home bc music can wait i’ll fight you if you don’t go to bed

fans think the dynamic is funny bc at first glance they look like complete opposites

but then five minutes later byeol is smiling while changbin ends up doing aegyo for whatever reason

sometimes byeol wonders if changbin is really the same age as her or if he’s really just part of the maknae line

HyunByeol

you know how hyunjin and jisung said they used to fight? yeah byeol was the one who stopped them

he likes to think he’s her favorite of the 00liners and he’s right /hj

they take the time together and paint and have quiet time whenever they want to relax

they just have a sense of comfort for each other whenever they’re stressed

whenever hyunjin is feeling very overwhelmed or unconfident byeol always makes sure to stay by his side and cheer him up

she will literally square up to anyone who says bad things against him and no hyunjin you can’t stop me let me go-

she’s also very affectionate with him and loves clinging to him like she does with minho

there are a lot of clips of byeol looping her arm around hyunjin’s and leaning towards him

of course it doesn’t stop the teasing from him

as one of the taller, if not the tallest, he always clowns her for her height and pretends he can’t see her from his perspective

sometimes she threatens to hit his kneecaps, other times she sighs and accepts it

hyunjin likes to think of byeol as the sister he never knew he wanted

you know that look when people who are the only child find someone who they consider a sibling? yeah that

#9th member of stray kids #stray kids 9th member #stray kids female oc #stray kids female member #stray kids female addition #kpop female addition

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endious · 1 year

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This HAS to be said…

THANK YOU for being one of the few people who portray Jeff correctly!!! I understand why people romanticise him, but I feel it’s kind of boring?? He’s so much more interesting as a fucked up, sadistic asshole with legitimate mental issues.

Your fics are soo good! I hope, if you still have the motivation to write, that you can continue in the future :)

Could I ask what your general headcanons for Jeff are? Feel free to sprinkle some NSFW ones in too ;)

SPEAK LOUDER !!!!!!! honestly though tysm that means a lot to me ! i am glad you like how i portray jeff and i agree with you that it does get boring seeing the romanticization copy and pasted on jeff. he’s so fucked up i wish more ppl saw him the way i do 😭😭 its so difficult to find writers who write him how i think he should be portrayed so i took it upon myself tbh /hj BUT TYSMMM !! jeff will always be extremely fucked up here and im going to keep him that way 🫶🫶

HCS FOR MY ONE AND ONLY ? OF COURSE ILL INDULGE US BOTH ! this isnt proofread at all and is SUPER SLOPPY I APOLOGIZE !! i kinda went with any that popped in my head when i read this so i hope its okay !

— i’ll be as honest as i can because it is HARD to describe the vision i have in my head (it’s changed many times but roughly stays the same somehow) SO I WILL TRY TO MAKE YOU SEE WHAT I SEE !!

— jeff is gross so gross. not even in the, ew you stink sense (he does, he constantly smells like blood and dirt it’s fucking nasty.) he’s sick in the head and is proud of it. would tell you how he gutted the last guy you so much as glanced in the direction of and how he writhed in pain and choked on his own spit and blood while jeff shoved his boot into the fucker’s gut for added agony. he says all this with a sick smile on his face but be sure to not make any type of look of disgust, anger or expression amongst those. he will blow up immediately and start threatening you if you so much as even hint at not agreeing with his choice of action

— he isn’t afraid of hurting you, he actually enjoys it. he’ll purposely set you up for failure so he can cut you up or bruise you just enough to leave a reminder to behave and listen next time. after all, had you just obeyed like a good little doll then he wouldn’t have had to dig his knife into the bare skin of your stomach just enough to leave a mark that would stay for a short while.

— to add onto that ^ if he’s kidnapped you then he’s even more physical with his punishments. he’ll beat you to make you understand to take his words seriously if you aren’t already. he’s slammed your head into a wall before because you didn’t answer him when he asked you a question and you’d never do that again. you’d do whatever it means to make sure he doesn’t go from leaving marks and bruises to leaving broken bones and open wounds, and he knows that you’re scared of that future and he fucking loves it.

— moving on from that situation for now. he’s surprisingly good with his words (this could either be good or bad) he knows what to say to keep you wrapped tight around his finger and he knows what to say to scare you into listening. “that, uh, new girl you’re talking to. she’s nice isn’t she?” and while he grins, you glance at him with uneasiness at his tone when he spoke.

— i think it’s evident enough he stalks the fuck out of you. whether you’re aware or not he’s always there. ever felt paranoid that someone was watching you? it’s him. but don’f expect to actually catch a glimpse of him, he’d only let you see him if he wanted you to. he’s got way too many photos of you for it to be considered normal (given your relationship with him, nothing is normal). and he’s jerked off to every single one of them. doesn’t matter if it’s suggestive, sexual or a completely innocent photo, he’s gotten off to every single one of them at least once and if he wanted to humiliate you, he’d tell you himself while you cry pretty tears and yell those silly and meaningless words you like to use at him.

— now some nsfw ones… get ready because i dont hold back on anything when it comes to jeff.

— he’s so fucking mean it should be illegal to let him speak. he mocks you, threatens you, manipulates you— whatever he can say to get reactions from you he will. “aw, doll. you look cute all marked up, what if i left my name right- here. what? scared it’ll hurt? can’t take a little bit of pain? oh, you don’t want it? i don’t think i ever asked what you wanted, slut. now hold still before i make ya really scream in pain.”

— he’s so physical with you i’d be surprised if he hasn’t nearly broken one of your arms or crushed your windpipe before. his grip is so tight and he’s so rough it’s like he’s unaware of his strength and how hard he’s being. but he’s completely aware and even makes fun of you when you claw at his arm and gasp pathetically for air he won’t allow you for a few more seconds. he wants to see how long it takes before the life in your eyes starts to flicker. and god the bruises you’ll have from him holding you down to firmly, even if you tried to get away you wouldn’t move an inch under his grasp but he likes with you try to get free so keep going until he gets bored and makes you do something else you might not like doing either.

— speaking of him liking your struggles, he’s put you in situations where you have to fight back. his knife to your throat while he orders you to struggle under him or him forcefully ripping your panties off to have his way with you. anything he does will typically have you attempting to fight back against his advances and it gets him hard and makes him want to hurt you even more the more you cry out and beg him to stop and get off you, your hands pushing against him in failed attempts to free yourself.

— KNIFE PLAY KNIFE PLAY KNIFE PLAY ! i already touched on it but ill say it again because i have this idea in my head ive yet to put into words in a draft. he fucks you with his knife from time to time, it took a few carefully chosen words to manipulate you into giving in and trying “something new” but had you known it was this? you wouldn’t have ever agreed. not that your verbal consent would’ve stopped him.

— he’s rough with holding your hips down, his arm over your lower stomach as he nudges the hilt of his knife against your folds. “ya scared, doll? nothin’ to be scared of, ‘m not putting the sharp end in your stupid cunt.” he could, but that wouldn’t be much fun would it? he pushes it just barely into your entrance and it’s difficult to adjust to, it’s such a stiff object it’s weird feeling it inside of you but he only pushes it deeper and then you feel the dips in the hilt from the use it’s gone through from jeff and how hard he must’ve held it repeatedly and oh. this shouldn’t feel as good as it’s feeling right now.

— “look at you, getting it nice an’ wet f’me aren’t ya, princess? do you know how many i’ve killed with this knife? how many bodies i’ve stabbed it into repeatedly?” and you wish he’d stop saying it like it’s some achievement of his, in fact you wish he’d stop talking all together but his voice seems to only push you further to the edge maybe that’s the pleasure talking though and not your logical brain.

okay ill stop FOR NOW LMFAO this is kinda long and i’ve never dont hcs so idk how to properly do them 💀 this is extremely messy but if i dont post it now i probably wouldnt post it for another two weeks bcus i’d think too hard on it.

#— cadie answers #— nonnies #I WILL BE WRITING MORE TRUST MEEEEEE #im so slow but i swear im writing like 50 drafts and then taking a long ass break to recover

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quietsounds · 1 year

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me when i dissappear for weeks without any explanation: XDDD i so silly!!

had a bit of a silly time but i am hashtag okay and hashtag will never leave danonation lmao!! there's been a lot going on in my life lately, and i had a bit of a rough time XDD hjadsgsdb,,, and when the riddler: year one comic dropped, mine didn't ship out for weeks>:((( (it has shipped now, and will be here in a few days tho!!)

so with already being drained, trying to stay in the loop of dano-content and trying to dodge spoilers for the comic at the same time, brain just said 'no i tired i go take a nap i take a nap right here gnite'/lh

but, eyyo i'm kinda back, and i'm alive n well!! just updating to say i'm not leaving tumblr, will continue posting gifs n my other silly little creations!! danonation is not getting rid of me lmao /hj

also: hii yess hi hello goodday!!! to all the new ppl that followed me while i was away!! my name is storm, i'm 22, and i make silly gifs n stuff sometimes (gonna make an about me post soon lol)

i saw some older gifsets were getting some notes now, and they're so bad bc i used to edit by video>converting video straight into gif, instead of framecapturing and whatnot, but lmao glad ppl are enjoying them!!

#storm speaks🐇

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sugarsfandomventures · 2 years

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Stranger Things 4/5 Theory

(Really not a theory I just want to type this out and never think about it again)

*SPOILERS FOR STRANGER THINGS 4 VOLUME 2 UNDER THE CUT*

I don't know if this makes any sense at all, but, atp I refuse to be optimistic about season 5 and would rather this wasn't floating around in my head, so...

They said this season was the beginning of the end, and season five will bring the show to its conclusion... I'm already feeling doubtful that any of the crap they pulled this season (don't even get me started I'm pissed) could be solved. And everything they did give us didn't make up for the said crap they pulled this season...

Despite that, I had this thought at the back of my head, about the DnD game, how at the end of it, Dustin and Erica were the only two on the battlefield. Dustin's roll missed, Erica rolled the nat 20, etc etc... (on the real Erica Sinclair is GOATED and one of my favorite characters) But we didn't see it play out that way with those characters spefically.

And it doesn't make sense to me to try and draw any parallels with the characters we lost. (Neither of them had the "crit hit" on Vecna) Except for "there is no shame in running," "don't try to be heroes," but those were part of Eddie's character arc specifically. (I am so broken over his death and my heart's been ripped to shreds watching him and Max die)

Vecna isn't gone. He isn't dead. Max's death was the fourth one he needed. (And even though she got revived by El, she's in a coma, and El can't find her when she tries to using her powers.) We saw. The Upside Down is about to swallow Hawkins alive. So...

If this battle against Vecna was indeed the miss, will season 5's be the nat 20 crit hit...?

That's all I got and I know it doesn't make sense but I just needed to get it out of my brain because I'd like to stick to believing that none of what they do in season 5 will make up for this crap (Season 1 characters stay having plot armor and they butchered Mike's character so bad this season) so I can either be pleasantly surprised, or not have my heart ripped in two a second time. /hj

But if this ramble helped anyone to feel better, I am genuinely glad. I hope y'all are taking care of yourselves. And please don't ever feel silly for being sad about losing a character that means so much to you (I'm really not one to talk in this regard but my wonderful moots are giving me that reminder that it isn't stupid to be sad about it) /gen

🤍

#ushu rambles #st4 volume 2 spoilers #stranger things spoilers #st4 spoilers #st4 theory #stranger things 4 vol 2 spoilers

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heyimash06 · 2 years

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The Pocky Game

Summary: Ashton asks his boyfriend to play a silly game, and they end up talking about their relationship.

Pairing: Ashton J. Skeis x Aspen Hart [OCs]

Word Count: 2,484 words

[small warning for vague mentions of self-harm]

A/N: a rewrite of an old fic from a good while back, before these two were properly developed & in their current states. this had me giggling and kicking my legs bc it was so damn cute and fun to write and i hope it evokes the same emotions in other people /hj

Unlocking and opening the door to his apartment, Ashton took a deep breath, as if he were preparing himself for something. He was, in a way. He was going to ask his… boyfriend if he’d like to play a game with them. Not necessarily a game they usually played like Wii Party or Snipperclips, but cie supposed that if cie panicked and couldn’t finish cies question, cie could always fall back and ask to play one of those or Wii Sports instead. No, the game ey really wanted to play was a stupid, silly little game they randomly remembered while out getting their comfort foods. The game in question was The Pocky Game, something Ashton had come across years ago while reading fanfics and apparently hitched a ride in the back of his mind for about 8 years, only to pop out at the most random and unexpected point possible.

“Um- I- I’m home!” he called, closing the door again and looking into the open-ish area of their living room and kitchen. He stepped in further to find his boyfriend laying face-up on the carpet in front of their couch, allowing the kittens to lay on his chest, purring happily.

Aspen looked over at em, smiling once he saw em. “Hey, Pichu! I’m uh… I laid down for a second and then Mitzi kind of climbed on top of me, and I didn’t want to bother her, so uh…” He gestured to the small ragdoll-like cat and little tuxedo-looking cat curled up on top of him.

Laughing a little, Ashton moved into the living room and sat down next to Aspen, setting his bag on the floor next to him. “Fair enough.” He reached out to pet the small black-and-white cat, causing it to stir slightly and let out a sleepy little noise. “I- I was gonna ask you to play a game, but you’re very clearly occupied, so it can wait,” ey joked, continuing to pet the cat.

Eir boyfriend pushed himself up slightly, disturbing the kittens a bit. “Nono, I- I can play a game, I don’t mind. I was only really staying here because, like, I had literally nothing else to do. But now you’re home, so I do!.. Not- not in that sense, just like, I- I have someone to talk to and do stuff with, yknow?” Aspen rambled, fully sitting up and causing Mitzi and Loki to wake up and scurry off of his chest before they fell.

Ashton turned a little pink, both understanding and not understanding. “Aye, aye, still, you looked kinda comfy, and the kittens seemed to enjoy it, ehehe… a-anyways, I… had a stupid idea while I was out getting snacks,” cie explained, messing with cies finger joints as a way to fidget.

“Ooh, I love stupid ideas,” he said, sitting criss cross applesauce right in front of min.

Nodding and feeling their face and hands heat up just a little bit more, Ashton stuttered, “I- I remembered… an old fanfic trope, I- I guess, and it sounded a little silly and fun to try, so I… reckoned we could… try it? Or something?”

Aspen tired his head, smiling at min. “Are we delving back into your Ao3 and Tumblr days-? Back to reading FNaF and Percy Jackson fanfiction?” he joked.

“Oh, god no,” ey reassured, shivering slightly. “I- I would rather never get back into that phase, though I guess I’m still in my Tumblr phase, but either way… I- I dunno, I just reckoned it could be a silly little thing to try…”

Resting his elbows on his knees, Asp bounced his legs up and down. “Well, what is it? You still haven’t told me the game.”

Feeling his face and hands heat up again, Ashton reached up to start pinching at his neck. “Uh- s-sorry, I forgot-“ They felt kind of embarrassed that they were rambling so much and still hadn’t said anything about what the game actually was. Maybe he was still trying to convince himself to back out or something…

“I-it’s uh… it’s the Pocky Game, I- I just thought it could be kind of silly and fun and stuff, but if you don’t want to that’s like completely fine, I just… yeah.”

Aspen looked a little surprised for a second, his face and ears turning a little red. It was a bit of a bold proposition, seeing as they hadn’t kissed since becoming ‘official,’ and that was about a month and a half ago. “I- I mean, I wouldn’t be opposed to playing,” he offered, starting to fidget with his fingers, popping all of the joints.

“And you’re not just, like, saying that because you feel like you have to, right?“ Ashton asked. “Like, I- I don’t wanna force you to do anything you don’t want to, y-y’know?”

He sat up a little straighter and waved his hands around like he was trying to clear the air of the misunderstanding. “No, no of course not, I- I’d be happy to play, i-it's just a little surprising that you asked, is all,” Aspen reassured.

“Oh- O-okay, good… I- I may have forgotten your favorite flavor so… I bought a few just in case,” cie admitted, shrinking slightly. He felt a little stupid for forgetting such an important detail about his boyfriend when Aspen seemed to remember everything about him, but there wasn’t much he could do.

As Ashton reached into the bag to show the different options, Aspen reached over and pushed a bit of hair out of eir face, causing their brain to short-circuit for a second. “We can use strawberry Pocky, I don’t really have a preference.” Oh. Ey felt a little silly for worrying about the small details so much, especially when Aspen was usually so easygoing with details and rules between the two of them. It was nice of him to suggest Ashton’s favorite flavor, but cie wasn’t sure if Aspen liked it as well, so they were a little unsure.

Moving the bag closer to Aspen, ey said, “uh, a-alright then…” God, why had they decided this was a good idea? Why did they think asking their boyfriend to play a kissing game would be totally chill and something his brain would let him do?? Despite the anxiety bubbling about in eir head, Ashton dug through the shopping bag and pulled out the familiar pink box, ripping open the packaging. He always liked the sound the boxes made when you opened them, it just made his brain go brr. They struggled with the packaging for a moment before smiling apologetically and offering it to Aspen.

He chuckled softly and took it, opening it with somewhat ease. Rather than hand the package back to Ashton, he pulled out one of the sticks and offered the good end to Ashton. It took a second for em to realize what he was doing. Ey laughed nervously and offered an apologetic smile before leaning forward to take the snack between eir teeth. He took the other end, and they both started taking small bites of the pocky, slowly getting closer. That lasted for a few seconds before the stick snapped, leaving Aspen with a majority of what was left.

“Fuck,” Ashton mumbled, taking the small piece he had out of his mouth. “Sorry…”

Aspen finished off the pocky and shrugged. “You don’t have to apologize, Pichu, it’s not like the game is super easy.” He was right, but Ashton still felt bad. They tried again, getting a little closer than the first, but still snapping the pocky in half near the end.

And so, the pair tried again, managing to break it for the third time. Both of them started laughing, finding the situation a little silly. “I- I guess I probably should’ve chosen an easier excuse to kiss, but a-at least this is fun?” Ashton joked, offering a nervous smile.

“Oh, is that what this is? And I thought you just wanted to play a silly game,” Aspen responded sarcastically. They were both rather good at using and picking up on sarcasm despite their issues with tone, partially due to exposure to each other and partially because they spent the first 19 years of their lives living with sarcastic people.

“I- I mean- maybe, but does it matter?” Ey felt eir hands heat up slightly, shrugging and giggling a little bit.

He shrugged back, pulling another stick out of the box. “I mean… no, not really, but still… another round or two?” Ashton had a feeling they were both internally yelling that they just wanted to kiss already, but neither of them were really going to say it.

Ashton nodded, fidgeting with his fingers, messing with all of the little joints. The next couple attempts were still failures, but at least they were having fun, laughing too much to immediately pick back up after every time. Eventually, they managed to get very close before Ashton purposefully snapped the stick, turning his face away from Aspen for the moment.

A little confused, Aspen tilted his head and asked, “is something wrong?” in an amused sort of tone.

“S-sorry… I- I just realized it might be a little weird to like, kiss someone with food in your mouth or- or something…” They smiled apologetically, feeling a little guilty that they’d been the one to ask to play and were now backing out because of something so silly.

They sat there in silence for a minute, as if they were both thinking. Ashton was internally panicking that he’d fucked up somehow, but had no fucking clue what Asp could be doing. Then, Aspen set the box down on the rug and reached forward, tilting eir face back in his direction before smiling and leaning forward, closing the gap between them.

They instinctively placed a hand on Aspen’s shoulder, leaning in slightly. His free hand found itself holding Aspen’s, a bit like a more romantic handshake. All of the worries that were swirling around in Ashton’s head not even a minute ago had disappeared, replaced by warm, fuzzy bursts of joy and happy memories. The soft feeling of their boyfriend’s lips and the feeling of him smiling into the kiss (maybe because of it) acted as nice reminders that Aspen was truly just as in love with them as they were with him. Giving his hand one last squeeze, Ashton broke the kiss, unable to stop himself from giggling a little bit like a teenage girl in your average slice-of-life anime. Moving their hand from his shoulder to their face for a moment, they mumbled, “thanks,” smiling and blushing like an idiot.

Aspen reached up again to push a little bit of hair off of their face. He seemed to buffer on what to say for a second before blurting out, “no- no problem… anytime… all you ever have to do is ask…” After a few beats, they both started laughing again, both at how silly it sounded to say that about a kiss and just at their general awkwardness.

“Good- good to know,” Ashton joked, lightly brushing his finger across Aspen’s wrist for lack of a better thing to do with his hands. “You… don’t ever have to ask, really… I- I just enjoy being around you, so uh… pretty much anything is cool with me… w-within reason, of course, but like… yeah,” he explained, starting to pinch at his neck.

Their boyfriend nodded, squeezing their hand lightly. “I’m okay with most stuff, I just prefer it isn’t, like, directly skin-to-skin, if that makes sense? Not- not in the, like, the NSFW way, just, like- uh-” Aspen struggled to find the right words for a second before saying, “I prefer layers. Not for like, holding hands, but for like hugs and stuff… throw blankets would be nice to have, in that case.”

Ashton nodded back enthusiastically. “Yeah, yeah that makes sense. We can definitely go looking for some next time we go out!” Ey smiled brightly at him, very happy to be having a nice conversation about their relationship. Like a real conversation. Back and forth, setting boundaries and explaining preferences rather than their usual ‘one of us sits and nods along while the other explains their special interest for the 4th time’ conversations. “I’m… very clingy, I guess, though you probably already realized that, so thank you for telling me! I’ll do my best to remember, and if I don’t you’re legally allowed to bop me on the head.”

Aspen laughed again. “Aye, I will, don’t worry. Do you have any, like, things like that?”

Min thought for a minute. “Umm… I don’t really know. I don’t think so, but I’m also really bad at remembering stuff, so- Uh- I- I guess this is more, like, emotional stuff, but I’d prefer if you didn’t like… Treat me like I’m dangerous? If that makes sense? I- I know I’ve done some stuff, but- but it doesn’t mean I’ll do them again, y’know? I- I don’t know, you- you know everything. You were there, and I’m really thankful, so… I- I’m just worried about… people holding that stuff against me, I guess…” Cie trailed off as cie spoke, looking down at their hands. The hand that was gently being held by Aspen’s had done terrible things, and ey’d be lying if ey said ey weren’t scared of it happening again.

Silence fell between them for a second before Aspen leaned his head forward, setting his forehead against Ashton’s. “You’re not dangerous, Honeypie,” he reassured, smiling softly at them. “You’re not damaged or broken, you’re just different. And I love that about you.” Another, very welcomed, reminder.

Ashton nodded and let out a small, nervous laugh. “S-sorry, I- I didn’t mean to bring the mood down, eheh…” He felt a bit bad for going from such a lighthearted topic to one so serious. It’s not like Aspen needed any reminders of how scarred and scuffed Ashton was, though even he didn’t know the full extent of the scars. The only ones Ashton had really disclosed were the ones on his arms, with his legs staying a relative secret. They’d never liked shorts much anyways, so it wasn’t a loss to only wear pants.

Ruffling Ashton’s hair, Aspen said, “don’t apologize, Pichu, you’re fine. I promise. I’m glad you trust me with the topic. It… being your best friend for so many years has made me realize how special you are and how lucky I was to meet you.” He sounded so genuine, which made Ashton feel very special. Those weren’t words he would say to just anyone, with what they knew about him (which was a lot).

Leaning forward, Ashton rested his forehead on Aspen’s shoulder, setting their free hand on top of their linked ones. “Thank you,” they mumbled, closing their eyes.

“It’s no problem. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

#my writing #writing #oc x oc ship #ocs #mlm #fluff #gay #original characters #original character #Aspton #oc #fr though i loved the original fic and absolutely adore this one as well #i just love these dorks man they take up sm space in my brain

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harryspet · 4 years

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sweet sister | peter parker

[Warnings] dark peter parker x innocent reader, reader is extremely innocent, manipulation, male/female masturbation, somnophilia, stepcest, hj, vaginal sex but not really?

A/N: This is based off a request I got for a innocent reader where Peter teachers her about sex. Reader is 18 and Peter is around 21. DARK THEMES SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

In which you’re May and Happy’s foster kid and Peter takes advantage of your innocence.

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You came home from school like it was a normal day. Walking up the steps to your family’s brownstone, clad in your school uniform, and loud music blaring in your headphones, “May!” You shouted too loudly, walking down the hallway towards the kitchen, “Did my package come?”

You stopped in your tracks as you saw three figures standing in the living room. Happy, May, and … some kid you didn’t know. Your eyebrows raised in confusion at the young man standing with your foster parents.

“Y/N, this is my son Peter!” May smiled, trying not to be awkward. She approached you, urging you forward. Now you recognized him and your eyes widened because of how easily you missed it. He was in all the photos on the mantle but, now, he looked a bit older.

You were not what Peter expected, at all. By May’s description of you, he thought you might be a middle schooler. His eyes trailed over you, the way you filled out your uniform … Peter snapped out of it, moving forward to hold out his hand to you.

“Hi, I’m-” Interrupting him and surprising him at the same time, you went in for a hug. Peter hesitated for a moment before hugging you back. You noticed he had a strong grip.

“She’s a hugger,” You heard May whisper.

You pulled away and offered your hand for him to shake. He took it, smiling, but still a little confused by the long greeting, “I’m Y/N. You look just like May! I mean, you’re very pretty like her.” Happy always went on about how pretty May was and you always agreed.

You watched as his cheeks reddened. Was it something you said? ''Thank you very much, I haven’t heard that one before.”

You looked back at May who seemed to improve the interaction. You smiled, worrying that you had made him nervous, “Peter finally has a break from his busy schedule to come see us. He’ll be here with us for at least a week. May and I thought this would be a good time for you two to get to know each other.”

May had taken you in two years ago but this was the first time you were officially meeting Peter. He was always halfway around the world fighting crime and could only stop at May’s work every once and awhile. You never thought you’d ever have a full family like all the people on the television did.

“That sounds like a lot of fun,” You heard Peter say and your heart did a little backflip. Your very own big brother. “What’s this about a package?”

“Oh,” Your face fell, “Uhm, they’re just books.”

Peter gave you a look of inquiry, stuffing his hands into his pockets, “You like to read? What kind of books?”

You opened your mouth to make up some excuse but Happy interrupted you, “I put your package on your bed, sweetheart. Why don’t you show Peter his new room?” Right, you had taken Peter’s old room.

“Okay!” You perked back up, glad the subject of books was over, “Follow me, big brother!”

That was easy, Peter thought. She didn’t seem to give a second thought about accepting him which was endearing but scared Peter to a certain extent. How trusting was she exactly? May had warned him that she was a little eccentric … and a little emotional.

Peter tried to keep his focus up as he followed you up the stairs. A part of him was a little let down that you were wearing shorts beneath your plaid skirt.

“May says you have like a sixth sense. And that you can sense when danger is near. She talks about you a lot, you know? You call it a Peter tingle, right? I thought that was a really cute name but I’m not supposed to bring it up around you apparently-” You were rambling, as usual, and had passed your bedroom but you noticed that Peter wasn’t following you anymore.

“You made it pink,” You heard Peter say as he peeked into your room. He adjusted the black backpack on his shoulder and you couldn’t help but notice his muscles. He was like the boys you read about in your books but … he was technically your stepbrother.

You walked toward him, “May said I could decorate it how I wanted. Do you hate it? You hate it, don’t you? I’m really sorry. It’s just that it’s my favorite color and-”

“No way, I like it!” He quickly assured you, not wanting to see what happened when you finally ran out of air. Peter walked inside and you followed him. There was no twin bed anymore but a regular-sized bed with a white canopy.

There was a pile of stuffed animals in the corner that Peter noted, “You have a lot of stuffed animals …”

“Those are the ones they give you in family court,” You explained to him before pointing over to your bed, “I keep the ones Happy and May give me on the bed, those are my favorite.”

“I see,” You spoke so casually about being in family court that it made Peter wonder what your story was. There were at least ten stuffed animals there, “Which one’s your favorite?”

You liked that question, smiling wide, as you walked over to your bed. Peter watched you carefully as you bent over to grab a gray penguin, “I like penguins a lot. My first Christmas here, May got me this and a penguin puzzle. I’ve done it a million times now but we could put it together if you wanted.”

“I can’t imagine anything better, Y/N.”

You were going to be very fun to get to know, Peter thought.

The family had gone out to dinner that night and had been the rest of the evening putting together a hundred piece, penguin puzzle. It was one of the best days of your life and, as you expected, having a family was wonderful. Having Peter was just an extra bonus. You wished he didn’t have to leave.

The next day, as you walked down the steps that lead from your school, you didn’t expect to find Peter waiting for you. You ran up to him and hugged him, of course, and you savored the moment when his strong arms were around you. Some girls you didn’t know gasped and practically swooned as they watched you two.

“I have strict orders to take you straight home so you can start right away on your homework,” You frowned until Peter continued, “But I think we should stop for ice cream.”

You were practically bouncing with excitement as Peter grabbed your hand and lead you down the street.

At the small parlor, you licked at a cone of chocolate ice cream while Peter stuck his spoon into his ice cream sundae. Peter’s eyes wandered over to your mouth, imagining your wrap your lips around his-

“You never said what you liked to read, Y/N.”

You blushed, your nose wrinkling, as the embarrassment filled you, “It’s silly … you don’t want to hear about it.”

“I do,” Peter insisted, “I won’t tell anyone, don’t worry.”

You took a breath, “They’re … they’re romance novels. It’s a series one of my friends at school told me about. She thinks I’m too … too babyish. Apparently, there are scenes in it ... “

“Scenes like what?” You blushed even more.

“Bad scenes,” you whispered and Peter pretended to think the subject was taboo, “She wants me to learn about … dirty stuff. These guys are taking us to prom and she wants … she wants us to have our ‘first times’ together. I don’t even know what that means! But I can’t tell her that or she’ll think I’m even weirder than I already am to her.”

Buried treasure. Peter had stumbled upon pure gold.

“Y/N, you’re talking about sex?” Peter narrowed his eyes at you.

“Sex?” You spoke the word like it was completely foreign on your tongue, “I think that’s it. Sounds gross, right?”

Peter couldn’t help but chuckle, “It’s kinda gross if you think about it too deeply but it’s not meant to be gross. It’s not as scary as you think. It’s quite beautiful, actually.”

Her eyes went wide, “You’ve done it a bunch, haven’t you?”

Peter shrugged, “A few times but only with special people. If the guy who’s taking you to prom isn’t special then you definitely shouldn’t give him your first time.” Peter would have to do some research on this guy and make sure he didn’t even think about coming near her.

You looked solemnly at your melting ice cream, “I must be a total weirdo then …”

“You’re not, Y/N, trust me. Eighteen is still young.”

You leaned forward, whispering, “I haven’t even kissed anyone, Peter. People do that in middle school.”

Peter leaned forward next, entrancing you with his eyes, “Do you really want to get some experience? Because … I could help you. I’m probably better than those trashy books.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Do brothers and sisters normally talk about stuff like this?”

“Don’t you want to be friends too?” You instantly nodded, “Then I can help you out, as a brother and a friend. But if you want to read your books-”

“No, no, you can teach me!”

And you easily stepped into his trap.

That night, Peter slipped out of his room clad in his pajamas. Your door slowly creaked open and you sat up in your bed. You rubbed the tired from your eyes as Peter peaked in, “My room is freezing … and I can hear Happy snoring through the walls.”

You pulled back your comforter, patting the spot next to you, “You can sleep in here with me,” Peter entered all the way before slowly shutting the door.

“Really? I can sleep on the floor …”

You shook your head, “It’ll be like a sleepover.”

Peter moved in the darkness, climbing in beside you. You pulled the covers over him and you both lay down. Peter watched as you turned over before tiredly murmuring, “Goodnight, Peter.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

Peter waited a good hour before moving closer to you. In a slow movement, he had pressed himself against you, taking in the scent of your hair, as he admired the lines of your body. It was a risk but he touched your waist, his hands trailing over to your stomach. He felt the soft skin of your back as well before reaching into his pants.

He touched himself to the thought of you and he almost panicked as you moved. You turned to your other side, not facing him. Watching your sleeping face sent Peter over the edge and he muffled his grunts with a pillow.

He wasn’t in your bed when you awoke the next morning.

Happy had surprised May with a romantic dinner that night so Peter and you were left alone that evening. You were brushing your teeth in your jack and jill bathroom when Peter walked in suddenly. You looked over to see him only wearing a pair of basketball shorts.

You blushed, looking back at the mirror before spitting out the foam in your mouth. He stalked closer to you and you noticed something different in the look in his eyes, “I was thinking something, Y/N, about what you told me at the ice cream shop.”

You put away your toothbrush, turning off the sink before wiping your mouth with a hand towel, “I thought you had forgotten …”

Peter smirked, “Far from it, actually. I was thinking about how you said you want more experience. With kissing boys and things like that, right?”

You nodded slowly, growing nervous.

“I think the first thing you should learn is how to pleasure yourself before you learn about pleasuring someone else,” He held your hand, rubbing soothing circles into your palm.

“Pleasure?”

Peter nodded, “Sex is all about pleasure,” Peter held your hand it slowly brought it against his crotch. You felt something hard and flinched away, “It’s okay, don’t worry.”

It was such a weird feeling. Only recently had you learned that boys and girls even had different parts.

“Right here is where guys can feel pleasure,” Then Peter reached out to touch you. Through the fabric of pajama pants, you could feel his fingers brush against your folds, “This is where girl’s feel pleasure. Let me show you.”

He assured you that everything was going to be okay as he slid down your shorts. Before you could step out of them, Peter swiftly lifted you onto the counter and you yelped at the sudden movement.

He took your hand and pressed your fingers against your crotch. He tried to guide you as best as he could, standing between your spread legs, “Oh my stars …” You breathed out, savoring the foreign new feeling. You wanted to run away from it and run to it at the same time. You looked at Peter with frightened eyes as he slowly moved his hands away.

“That’s it, good girl, keep rubbing,” He praised you, loving the sight of you discovering your own body. You kept going, rubbing circles over that sensitive area through your light pink panties. You leaned back, lifting a leg on the counter, so you could get a better angle.

“Is this good Peter?”

“You’re doing great, Y/N. Doesn’t that feel good?”

You nodded, practically whimpering. You looked at Peter differently than before, you didn’t see the boy you saw before. You thought about how handsome he was and how sweet he’s been to you all week. You felt the wetness growing beneath your legs and you blushed as you look down, “Peter, I-I think I’m peeing …”

Peter gave you an amused smile, “That just means that you like it, Y/N. That you’re aroused,” Peter grabbed your hand and moved it away from your crotch. You found yourself missing the feeling and you watched as he slid off his pants and underwear. The sight of his manhood felt foreign but aroused you at the same time.

Peter slowly palmed his manhood as he leaned into you. You practically froze as his lips touched yours. He didn’t even have to speak because as he slowly left soft pecks on your lips, you started to lean back into him. Your hands touched his neck as you started to move your lips against his. You liked it … No, you loved it, “Your lips feel squishy,” You gushed and Peter laughed, turning his head as the kiss became more passionate.

You let your leg fall back over the counter and, as it did, Peter slowly slid off your underwear. Then suddenly, he lifted you. You wrapped your legs around him as he carried you into your room. He sat on your bed, leading you to straddle him.

“I want to try something,” Peter said before pecking your lips again.

You were all in.

He laid back on your bed, and you sat on his legs, “Touch my cock,” You thought the word was silly but you could tell what he meant. It felt harder than you expected and as you gripped it on your hand, a guttural moan exploded from Peter, “Spit on it.”

“Peter-”

“It’s okay, it’ll feel better that way,” He tried to assure you and you hesitated before pulling your hair back. The trail of spit fell onto his member and you felt gross for a moment until you saw his reaction.

That sound he was making you even wetter.

Peter grabbed your legs, pulling you up more until your private parts were positioned right over his, “I want you to rub yourself against me, can you do that?” Peter asked. With all his fantasies coming true, he wasn’t sure how long he’d last.

You nodded. You held onto Peter’s chest as you slowly dragged your private parts against his. His cock was pressed against his stomach and your lips moved up and down his length. You felt it then. That pleasure and his pleasure mixing. You kept going, starting to feel something building up in your core.

You bit down on your lips, liking the feeling of when his tip rubbed against your sensitive bulb. Your wetness acting as even more lubrication, you thought you were making quite the mess but Peter didn’t seem to mind.

You moved faster, Peter’s groans encouraging you and your curiosity of that thing building up inside you kept you going. Your toes curled as you got the feeling of a waterfall rushing off a cliff. Your mind went blank for a moment and your body shook as that damn finally broke.

You moaned, riding out the feeling and that's' when you felt Peter convulsing. You felt his cock twitch as white spilled from the tip of his member and onto his stomach. Peter’s head rested all the way back and you couldn’t help but smile as you realized that you had both reached your tipping points.

“Well, was that it? Did I do sex?”

“Sort of,” Peter said, completely out of breath. The eagerness in your eyes wasn’t something he expected, “You have a lot more to learn, Y/N.”

“Then can we do it again, Peter?”

Hope you enjoyed this! Feel free to check out my masterlist for more Peter fics! There is a short sequel to this!

PART TWO

#dark peter #peter parker x reader #dark peter parker #dark!peter #stepbrother #stepsister #mcu smut #marvel smut #mcu x reader #mcu #dark marvel #oneshot #peter one shot #tom holland #tom holland x reader #au #peter parker au #ariana grande

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dreamescapeswriting · 3 years

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Holiday Tradition ~ HJS [Day Two: Advent Calendar]

WORD COUNT: 0.8K

GENRE: Fluffy, friends to lovers, drabble, prompt

PAIRING: Han Jisung x Reader

A/N: I know it’s short but I hope this is okay for you! @t-toodumbtocare

"When you invited me around to help, I didn't think this was what you meant," You groaned as you attempted to push one of the decorations into the ceiling. Jisung had invited you over to the dorms to help him and the boys around to decorate only he failed to mention that you were the one expected to be climbing up and down the ladder to get various decorations everywhere. He'd already had you pin the lights up around the room,

"What did you think I meant?" Jisung asked he'd been your best friend for years though you both yearned for something more you were both too chicken to say anything. You'd hoped that him asking for your ''help'' meant he was finally going to ask you out or tell you he liked you,

"I don't know, Why haven't you hung a single thing?!" You questioned the boys as they came out of Chan's room, they'd been hiding out in there pretending to do anything other than decorating since it was such a chore.

"Excuse you, but I hung something," Felix said in a sarcastic tone looking at you, you got down from the ladder and folded your arms over your chest as you stared at him,

"Oh really? Like what?" He was startled at first, he didn't know what to say he didn't think you'd started being sarcastic and snarky back to him no one ever challenged him.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. Jeongin you're on the tree with Chan and Changbin," There was a grumble coming from the Aussie's about not being paired together but you didn't want to hear any complaints after everything you'd done.

"Lix, cookie duty with Minho, Hyunjin and Jisung. Seungmin you're with me," He walked towards you questioning what it was that you would be doing together,

"We are taking a break, you're going to run me to the mall because I haven't finished shopping for everyone," Jisung went to complain about how you were spending more time with Seungmin but you were already leaving out of the front door before he could.

"You should do something about it, kiss them Jisung," Felix said as he grabbed an apron from the coat rack,

"I mean...It's Christmas, we can find something to-" Chan stopped himself when he found Mistletoe sitting in the bottom of the box. Jeongin wolf-whistled making everyone turn their attention to Chan who began smirking as he slowly pulled it from the box.

"Jisung and Y/n, sitting in a tree. K I S S I N G!" The silly childish song continued as Jisung grumbled at them for being so immature never denying that it wasn't a good idea for them to hang it up somewhere in the dorm.

Later that night you were getting ready to leave the dorms, you'd spent the entire days with the boys on the sofa watching Christmas movies and eating the cookies the boys had made together.

"I'll come walk you out," Jisung whispered as he carefully lifted Jeongin and Chan's head's from his lap, they were out cold halfway through the Grinch movie that was still playing for everyone,

"Thanks," You whispered back to him as you made your way towards the dorms front door,

"Thanks for coming today, it was fun." You smiled at Jisung who smiled back at you, you both began talking while you put your shoes on but you failed to notice that the movie was now paused. All of the boys were staring at you waiting for you to notice, Chan had placed the mistletoe right above the door since he knew Jisung always saw you out of the door no matter what.

"I'll see you tomorrow-" You turned to look at the boys who were all eagerly waiting for something to happen, you touched your face thinking that you could have possibly had crumbs on it.

"What?" You laughed nervously hating that all eyes were on you in that one moment,

"You're both standing under the mistletoe," Felix pointed at the piece of hanging mistletoe and you nodded shyly,

"So..."

"Kiss!" You flinched as they all yelled at you, adding to the pressures of finally getting to kiss the one guy you'd been dying to kiss for a while.

"W-Well they don't- We don't-" You took hold of the sides of Jisung's jacket and brought him close to you, tilting your head to the side as you finally connecting your lips. Jisung's eyes fluttered shut as he wrapped his arms around your waist drawing your body closer as you continued to make out under the small spree of mistletoe. Felix's mouth dropped open, Chan covered Jeongin's eyes. Minho was grumbling about something to Hyunjin, and Changbin was giving Seungmin some money for losing the bet he had on you both but you were lost. The kiss was so heavenly that it made you feel like you were floating on a cloud instead of being watched by 7 guys,

"W-Well-" You cleared your throat as you straightened your jacket,

"I'll see you tomorrow," You whispered as you went to walk out of the door but Jisung followed after you, kissing you outside of the dorms so you would know he wasn't just kissing you because of a stupid holiday tradition.

Tagline: @peachyhan @jooniesdarlingdimples @taestannie @missmxqn

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hotchley · 3 years

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Hey congrats on 500!!! Can I request 4 from fluff with Hotch x Hayley (romantically) please and thank you <3

Thank you! This was so much fun to do! It got a little dark for fluff, and there were a few references that I couldn't resist putting in, so I do apologise. It may read as bittersweet. Imagine canon never happens. Under 1.5k, unsure of the actual word count.

I wrote this in the car, I'm now on holiday, so the rest will probably have to wait and I probably won't be very active. I'll be back properly on Tuesday/Wednesday :)

If you're wondering where Haley's personality came from... it's me. Don't read into that please. (/hj)

4: "your hair is so soft!

Trigger Warnings: past child abuse, toxic mother in laws, toxic masculinity, discussions of sex (no actual sex), slight implications of pressure in regards to sex- generically, not between them

read on ao3!

Haley can't quite believe it.

She's married.

She's married to Aaron Hotchner. She's Haley Hotchner now. And she knows that names aren't everything, because she would still be herself regardless of her surname, and Aaron has proved that he loves her for what she is, not who she is, time and time again. But it's still a nice feeling.

To see her name written as Haley Hotchner. To whisper it to herself. She hopes that, in the highly unlikely- almost impossible- situation in which something goes horrifically wrong and they can't be together, that she will keep his name as a testament to the life they are going to build together.

As husband and wife. Because he's her husband now. And she's his wife.

It still hasn't sunk in. They did only get married a few hours ago, and they haven't even packed for the honeymoon yet, much to Jessica's horror, but they aren't leaving till the next weekend so they couldn't really pack. Not without running out of clothes. Although she's not sure how much she'd mind Aaron not being in clothes.

It'll probably hit when they move into their apartment. Theirs. It won't be their forever home. They can't afford that yet. Their apartment is going to be in Seattle, because that's where Aaron is going to be sent, and Haley likes the school so they don't need to consider other options (thank goodness.) Their forever home is going to be in Quantico. They already know the house.

It's the one they saw whenever they went back to their own homes during the holidays. The one filled with laughter and light and love. It's beautiful. And the couple that live there know them, because Aaron stopped to help them get their cat down from a tree. But that's all too far into the future. Because when they hopefully move there, it'll be with the thought of their own family. And for now, she just wants to enjoy being his.

Jessica thinks she's being silly, to pin this much on what is essentially a piece of paper that gives them tax benefits, but Haley, being the youngest, sees it differently. Her parents respect each other, but they don't love each other. Not in the way they're meant to. And Aaron's parents only ever served as an example of the depths of the human capacity for hatred.

Her and Aaron love each other. In a way that is kind and gentle and respectful. In a way that is peaceful. In a way that will carry on until they're both no longer here. They love each other in the way that both sends the world spinning and slows everything down. In a way that will break the cycles of their families.

They've had it easier than some, but harder than most. She only hopes it's not all for nothing.

The sound of the bathroom door opening pulls her from her thoughts. She had assumed that her and Aaron would go straight to her apartment after the reception- she doesn't have a roommate anymore- but his mother had surprised them with a room at the fancy hotel. She would never apologise for the way she had treated Haley when they first became serious, or the way she spoke to Aaron at times, but it was something. And for that, Haley was grateful.

"Well hello there, my handsome husband," she says, unable to fight the urge.

Aaron flushes, just as brightly as he had at seventeen, and she smiles. It's just as cute. "I- hi, wonderful wife."

He's showered and changed out of his suit, just like she'd changed out of her dress. She's glad he's simply wearing sweatpants and his law school hoodie, because after wearing a dress for several hours, she couldn't bear the thought of anything other than her cotton mismatched pajamas.

Aaron's staring at her with such love and adoration in his eyes that she almost can't handle it. It's a look he only gives her when they're alone, and she likes that. It's almost like their own secret language. She smiles and laughs a little when he looks down, almost like he too can't quite believe how far they've come.

"So are you going to keep hovering there like some sort of creepy serial killer, or are you going to come and join me?" She asks.

Aaron blinks, then perches on the edge of the bed. She huffs.

"Aaron, we shared a bed when we were seventeen. It's wasn't a mistake then, so it can hardly be wrong now we're married," she says.

"Right, yeah sorry, I just-" he stops talking, suddenly afraid he's said too much. He doesn't move.

Haley sits up and moves next to him. "Just what?"

"I don't want to have sex tonight," he blurts out. His cheeks immediately flush again.

"Oh thank god, I thought you were about to say you wanted to get an annulment." Haley's not joking.

"You're not mad?"

"Honey, why would I be mad?"

"Well, everyone at work always talks about how they had- you know- on the night of their wedding, and how it was so good, and I thought you might think I was a freak if I didn't want to."

She wraps her arms around him, realising a second too late she didn't ask. He relaxes into her touch, and she uses that as her unspoken cue to shift even closer.

"Well, everyone at work always talks about how the first time was not fantastic and often awkward, so clearly someone is lying. But in all seriousness, I would never think you're a freak for not wanting to. We have the rest of our lives to do that. And if you never want to, that's okay too. I love you."

He kisses her forehead. "Love you too. Mrs Hotchner."

"I just had a terrible thought. Your mother is Mrs Hotchner."

The look of horror on Aaron's face is almost comical. "Don't ever remind me of that again."

"I won't. Are you up for cuddling and whatever is on at this time, or did you just want to sleep?" She asks.

"Sure, maybe we'll find something half-decent."

The lie down as they always have, with his head on her shoulder and her legs thrown over his. It's a strange position, but it works for them. As they settle on an episode of something called Dharma and Greg- Haley makes a note of the title because she wants to tape it, but Aaron denies any suggestion that he looks like Greg- she starts to run her hands through his hair.

Almost immediately, she finds a knot. He has the decency to look down.

"I was going to do it."

"Mhm."

"Hay, I just really hate brushing my hair. It takes so long, and it's so inconvenient and-"

"Give me your brush."

Aaron knows better than to ask her how she knows he even has one with him, and silently brings it over. She pushes him to kneel in front of the bed, sitting behind him and gently combing through his hair, only applying more force when she comes across a particularly stubborn knot.

Nobody's ever treated him with such care before. Haley knows that nobody ever taught Aaron how to brush his hair in a way that would prevent knots, so she won't judge him. She'll just calmly guide him as best she can. That's all anyone can do.

He's falling asleep by the time she finishes.

"Your hair is so soft!" She exclaims, as she runs her hand through it again, this time not coming across a single knot.

"It's all thanks to you," Aaron says.

Haley ruffles it, and it falls onto his forehead. He pouts, but she grins because she loves when his hair falls onto his face like that. It makes him look younger. More like the man she loves than the fierce agent most people know or the excellent prosecutor a few people remember.

She kisses him, and he smiles against her like he always does. And then she pulls him into the bed, and they fall asleep in each other's arms, excited for the greatest adventure of their lives.

#hotchley's 500 #hotchley #tw past child abuse #cw sex discussion #tw toxic masculinity

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bee, love, don’t apologise, please, it’s okay, and first and foremost, are you alright?? i hope you’re taking care of yourself, love, but i understand, i don’t think there’s been a year since third grade that i haven’t gotten pneumonia in the winter. I hope you’re feeling alright!!

honestly, dead poets society is one of my only personality traits anymore, i find myself drawing parallels to it constantly, for no reason but i love thinking about it. i’ve watched it so many times at this point, it’s,,, concerning. those tests always take me way less time than they give me, and i used to feel really awkward, i remember i took a bio one once, four hours they gave me, 45 minutes in, i was finished, and the moderator didn’t believe me. i aced it too, like the silly little neil kinnie i am. i’ve gotten used to the ‘worse’ side of being a neil kinnie, and honestly, now that my mum isn’t as controlling about everything as she used to be, it’s easier to deal with. i remember once, i’d gotten an 89 in algebra, and she threatened to pull me out of the fall show. that was a neil perry moment if i ever had one lol. the biggest thing these days is just imposter syndrome, imposter syndrome like oh you’re not hispanic enough, but also, you’re not queer enough, nonbinary enough, things like that. It’s exacerbated some days, but i try.

i watched the it movies on my cousin’s hbo,,, i may or may not have used it without her permission since she forgot to log out of my computer, but that’s neither here nor there. i remember having such a hard time taking the first one seriously initially, because of all the new kids on the block jokes, having a mum who was obsessed with them made it hard, especially when i actually got them all- in truth, the only midnight premiere i’ve been able to make was the force awakens, and i had school the next day too. i’m definitely a richie kinnie, and i have the internalised homophobia (only towards myself though) to prove it /hj my waterbottle has both a sticker of neil on it and a sticker of the r + e carving on it. in case there was any doubt about me lmao. stan kin makes sense for you, honestly, i can see it, i can see it.

okay so listen- no really, i’d bought them with the intention of only drinking half of one that night and spreading them out like that, but then came 9:45pm, and i had a research paper (on womens’ pockets/lack thereof) due at 10am that i simply hadn’t even started, so i downed them all in an hour and got the paper turned in at 5:56 in the morning. but i scare you huh? /hj bee, you’re too sweet, in truth, i’m fairly inelegant, but i try, as for the comforting and cosy, i’ll take you at your word, since that is something only someone interacting with me could discern. i do try to be kind to others for the most part. mainly i think because i’m usually on the other end of mean people.

i’m just perceptive like that bee, i dunno what to tell you, something just tells me, you know? /j and thank you, i always feel a little silly talking about it, because most of the tattoos i want are dead poets society tattoos, i guess some part of me, within the part of me that feels so incredibly tied to it, feels as if if i were able to get a tattoo i’d owe it to the movie in some way, if that makes any sense. i’ve already begged a friend of mine to go with me to get my first once i get to new york, the question though, is what to get first. i’ve got time to make a decision (for once in my life) i just spend a lot of time thinking about it.

honestly, i have never known a school rule to make sense. banning ripped jeans? banning dyed hair? it’s almost as if if they don’t stifle everything natural about kids expressing themselves they dont feel like they’re doing anything. but i digress. the same-sex couple rules were. awful. 12 year old me had enough going on without having an administrator yell at my friend and i for hugging in the courtyard and not leaving until we were a foot apart, but hey.

okay, jumping over a fence to go to a mcdonalds? how coming of age indie movie manic pixie dream girl of you /hj

200k words, is that a challenge? also ahaha not at all like my italian uncle up there just opened a ‘pizzeria’ /hj but mob!star au? might be a project i should start… granted, i’m not as good a storyteller as you, but i can try.

when i was little, i wanted to revolutionise things, i guess. i even actually wrote out a campaign, i wonder if its still somewhere. thank you for believing in me, but these days, bee, i’m thinking less about changing the world, and more about making it the next few weeks, and then the ones after that. little star was aware of so much, but also so little. i wonder what they’d think of me now, honestly.

i did, in fact, teach archery, it was so fun but my arms got SO SORE, and the kid who challenged my archery skills seemed surprised when i actually,, hit the bullseyes. my inner susan was happy then. incidentally the experience is also why i made a playlist called “touchstarved and wanting to teach you to shoot a bow” which low-key slaps when i’m lonely. and bee omg i cannot believe you said im better than susan pevensie i will be thinking about this for the rest of my life thank you- and yes, yes it was named aslan, however did you guess? /j prince caspian<33333

i’ll let you know my results from the tournament, as soon as they come out, and i say this having just put on pjs after taking off my suit, and sitting in the room with my cat in my dear evan hansen hoodie, frantically refreshing the results page because i’m anxious and impatient.

i hope you have a good night, with fitful and restful sleep, i’m sorry this got to be so long, but you know me, i certainly can talk. i’m honestly shocked i even made it to finals, considering i was running off four hours of sleep, having gone to bed at three last night. whoops.

all my love, hugs, and a warm mug of tea,

yours,

star✨

p.s i said yes so that?? happened?? it honestly feels surreal but we’re not gonna be in the same place anymore come the end of this year, so that’ll be something to deal with

P.p.s might just start adding spanish or latin or russian phrases to these if i keep having to translate your cute french bee /lh /hj

star my love, i know you said don't apologise, but i think the word 'sorry' makes up about 60% of my vocabulary. i'm okay!! was just a bit icky, but luckily i've recovered now!!

that's so nice - and again, makes so much sense for you. i think you would work perfectly in welton, i know it. i love bringing the messages from that film into my own life, as silly as it may sound. i'm astonished, and so fucking jealous of you. i used to finish tests maybe half an hour early, but hours is so impressive??? fun fact i did finish my physics final in about 45 minutes and slept for the other hour <3 neil would b proud my love!!! oh my god - i'm so sorry that happened??? but that is also so neil kinnie??? it seems futile me saying this, but i assure you that you are hispanic enough, and queer enough, and non-binary enough. you are enough, period. more than enough even. imposter syndrome is the worst, and i'm so so sorry you're dealing with it.

she did that to herself, you just saw an opportunity /lh a midnight premiere of the force awakens sounds so cute though omg - i hope you had the absolute best time. the r + e carving actually broke me. as a die hard reddie shipper since 2017, seeing the movie make it basically canon?! had me a mess in the cinema.

you are ridiculously comforting and cosy, everything about you feels like a warm hug from a familiar face and i love it. and the way you write is so smooth, it makes me think of a quill smoothly gliding across parchment, the deep black ink unsmudged and pristine. that seems a little pretentious of me, but oh well.

i also want some dps tattoos!! i desperately want "and still we sleep" from todd's poem, and was also so so tempted to get an outline drawing of meeks + pitts dancing on the roof. i love that, and i can't wait until the day you get it, whichever one it may be. my one concern is becoming addicted to them and making my bank account suffer - at least my piercing obsession is a little easier to fund /hj

i've NEVER gotten that - they claim it's 'distracting' but how on earth would it be?? when i got to college, no one was distracted by my dyed hair, and i certainly wasn't distracted by other people's outfits or painted nails. you were yelled at. for hugging. a friend.. what the fuck is wrong with these people??

just call me ramona flowers star /j it was possibly the highlight of my school career, sans hiding in the back room of the music room to avoid a maths test

i bet you're an amazing storyteller, if these letters are anything to go by. it would be a new york times best seller, i know it

we all have to take things one step at a time, i think. that's the only way i really get through things if i'm honest. one day after another and the cycle repeats. i love wondering what young me would think of me now - i'd probably be intimidated of myself, but i like to think i'd be proud that i'm still here, pursuing something i love

that playlist. sounds nothing short of sheer perfection. i too am touch starved and want to teach someone to shoot a bow - even though i.. cannot shoot a bow... but i can wield a sword so, it's close enough.

i saw your message about the tournament results - im so fucking proud of you!!!! you deserve it so so much and i couldn't be happier for you. see, your words and ideas are changing the world, even if you don't realise it.

ps; that is so fun???? omg im so happy for you star, you deserve tis <33 i hope towards the end of this year whatever happens leaves you both happy, no matter how far the distance.

pps; omg no.. please don't do that.. aha that would be awful... definitely wouldn't make my heart race.. haha not at all

all of my love, star. pardon the pun, but you are out of this world ;) i'll leave you with one of my favourite quotes;

il n'y a qu'un bonheur dans la vie, c'est d'aimer et d'être aimé <3

#asks <3 #anon asks!#star anon #long post

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tagged by @buoyantsaturn

name: annie

pronouns: she/her (but also any work i’ve never gotten why ur supposed to care abt pronouns. whatever works)

height: 4′10″ 😌

favorite bands: mmm idk the mountain goats? i don’t listen to many bands anymore

favorite artists: orla gartland, billie marten, jack stauber, lots of others too that i dont feel like listing lol

song stuck in your head: currently listening to the louvre by lorde so that ig

last movie you watched: i have no clue i haven’t watched a movie since like. january. ??? no idea

last show you binged: slings and arrows everyone go watch slings and arrows its on youtube and its great i love slings and arrows sm

when you created this account: halloween night 2015 babey (about a month after i turned 13)

other blogs: too many to list. honestly i have 83 in total and thats after a recent blog purge i had ~120 at one point. of those 83 i think ~50 are in use the rest are url hoards 👉👈 tumblr dont delete me hahahahahha. anyways some of the ones that are actually worth looking at are @pjozz, @unwieldyink, @necrodiangelo. i also have a sideblogs page on my blog if ur interested in looking at my others, i have one for every side fandom i’ve ever been in and also a bunch of aesthetic sideblogs. basically i use the “new blog” button like other people use tags lmao.

why i chose my url:

@bookplush- i’m actually not cool and my mom signed me up for tumblr lmao (again i was barely 13) so she chose this one because i was being indecisive about a username. she just looked at my bookshelves and named what she saw (books and plush toys [like stuffed animals]) and said bookplush! and i liked it and there would be so many broken links if i change it now so i just kept it

@pjozz- this one is my fandom moodboard blog (inactive now) and originally it was called heroesofemotions but that. is a dumb name. so i changed it and i wanted something simple and short but had pjo in it so!! pjozz it is

@unwieldyink- i actually don’t really like this url much anymore. i made this blog (my writing/fic blog) in like 2017 or something and i wanted to pick something that sounded ~writery~ and ~poetic~ but now i just think it sounds silly and pretentious lol but AGAIN i would have so many broken links and there have been so many times that i’ve looked for a blog and not been able to find it bc they change their url that i kind of. never change urls ever now so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

@necrodiangelo- this is my nico aes blog and the url is obviously nicodiangelo but necro instead of nico. i am very proud of this pun everyone look at it look at it now.

number of people i follow: 510

followers: on this blog? 651. it’s my third most followed blog i believe. first is @pjozz even tho its inactive now rip and second is @unwieldyink

hours of sleep: it really varies some nights its 12 and some nights its like 4 lmao. tonight is gonna lean more towards that second option because i’m not even a third of the way thru my math homework due at 9am tomorrow :) gonna be up all night doing it but thats ok thats the sunday night routine now

lucky number: dunno if i have a lucky number but my fav numbers are 2 and 7 so any combination of those. 2, 7, 22, 27, 72, etc

currently wearing: pajamas. constellation sweatpants and a tank top. oh and fuzzy socks :3

dream trip: i’m such a travel romanticizer i literally daydream about going EVERYWHERE. i want to go everywhereeee. my dream trip would be like. dipping into every single country in the world lmao but that’s obviously not feasible.

dream job: i simply do not dream of labor /hj. but actually uhhh idk i daydream about being a writer or actor or singer or some other creative so i guess that. but i’m never gonna be those irl so

favorite gift(s): idk gift giving and receiving are both more of a hassle to me than anything. BUT i like gifts that are like. “oh i saw this on the way home and thought of you!!” those are cute! thats why i send my friends posts that remind me of them :3. but like. when i have to give or receive gifts for an Official Occasion like birthday or whatever that’s. hhhh too much pressure

favorite song: NO clue bud. probably something by orla i love orla

universes i’d like to visit: i. don’t know what this one means tbh. like fictional universe? i mean i’d always love to go to chb

tagging: anyone who wants to! sorry its late and i don’t wanna go through who has and hasn’t been tagged already lol

#sorry if this seems more low energy than usual im. sleeby. and fed up w this homework #anyways yes thank u for tagging me!

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Journey into the Basement: Loving Yourself and Your Lamp

One of the many reasons to love Supernatural is that even when we get silly fun-filled episodes we always come out of them with some pretty interesting realizations. “Hero’s Journey” wasn’t any different, but the realization wasn’t so much novel as a confirmation of what season 15 (and Dabb’s run as a whole) has been quite loud about: Dean’s increasing embrace of the self.

I know we’re all hype about the destiel implications of some of the work done in 15x10, and I will absolutely delve into that goodness, but I wanted to talk about the larger impact on Dean’s character beyond romance first. I want to talk about the demise of performing!Dean.

Despite the risk of preaching to the choir, I want to emphasize that performing!Dean is not Dean living a lie, exactly. What he has actually been doing all these years is neglecting parts of himself he has seen as less valuable, while uplifting the parts that are more acceptable. All of this occurs, too, in an environment of self-effacement: Dean puts himself last. Performing!Dean is a coping mechanism for “social acceptance” as much as it is one for Dean’s continuous disregard of his own needs and wants beyond the trivial. That is, the stuff that would bring fulfillment to the parts of himself he keeps stashed away. Because, sure, part of Dean’s front face is pie, beer, and classic cars....but, my god, Dean gets a lot of joy out of that. They’re just as part of who Dean is as cooking, cowboys, Dr. Sexy, and horror movies. I guess what I’m trying to get at here before jumping into “HJ” is that both parts of Dean (the one he shows and the one he hides) are equally important. The struggle is for Dean to learn to care for all parts of himself regardless of what derision he may or may not get in return.

Which leads us to Garth. You know what Garth is? Unabashedly himself. He doesn’t care if it’s weird to hug people or say shit like “Garthed.” He embraced being a werewolf! You know what Garth is? He is the embodiment of what self-love and acceptance can do. Garth is living his best life at all times. Unrepentantly. And damn anyone who dares to stop him. And what did that get him? Everything. The whole goddamn kit and caboodle. He has the dentist job he gave up to be a hunter, he’s an ethical angst-free werewolf, he still does the hunter job and save people, he has a home, a family. He’s happy -- you know, the thing we’ve been hearing was impossible these past 15 years. Garth is really here looking at all that bitter die bloody hunter fatalism and saying rip y’all but I’m different. What Garth is is a beacon of something else. Something other than pain and suffering without end.

Y’all wanna know what else Garth is in our fairy tale “Hero’s Journey?” Dean’s tooth fairy godmother and guide. Sure, there are no glass slippers, and pumpkin carriages, but Garth gives Dean the path to happily ever after just the same. It involves a scary journey into the depths and there’s pain and fear and dancing. Garth’s appearance in Dean’s dream serves the purpose of encouragement. Go ahead, Dean, you can dance, too. Don’t be scared, I’ll show you how. When Garth disappears, Dean is confident enough to keep on dancing. And Dean comes alive. He’s scared and shy at first, but eventually he’s his charming adorable self. And he’s on top of the world. Not only that, he’s tap-dancing on top of the world. Carefree, honest, and so so happy. What Garth offered Dean through this particular journey was the promise that Dean can, in fact, lead a fulfilling life if only he would honor who he is. Frees himself from the fear of discomfort, of judgement, and, perhaps most importantly, the fear of vulnerability.

Dean understands what Garth is telling him. Take the shift from “aand we’re done” to “you smell good, too.” Did Dean sound awkward when he said it? Yes, but it was a gesture, a signal that he could change. Could take a turn for the better. Could embrace even the parts of him that he finds dismissable. Also, take the conversation they have earlier in the episode about Garth’s life being good and Dean watching Garth and Bess dancing at the end saying he always thought he could dance if he tried. IF HE TRIED PEOPLE. Dean knows what he needs and wants to be happy. It was in him all along, he just needed a push. He just needed to be shown the way, and to be open enough to accept what Garth offered and modeled. Incidentally, part of the plot utility of hero!Garth is drawing more similarities wrt him being a model Dean (and Sam) can follow.

Before moving on to another look at the dream scene, it’s worth noting that while the basement is usually a space for the subversive, the shameful, and the criminal, Garth has completely transformed the space. In true Garth fashion, he shone a light into that basement and turned into a space that is just as integral to his life as everything else his home contains. In fact, since his dentistry practice happens there, it’s not unlikely that the basement is open to a lot of people.

Alright, then the dream scene is a love yourself routine at large. It encompasses all of Dean’s character and pretty clearly posits that for Dean to be happy he has to accept all parts of himself. @occamshipper and others have touched on the choice of “Let’s Misbehave” as the song Dean’s dancing to, i.e., as another notch in the Dean is queer checklist. I’d also add, though, that the song is an apt choice not only for Dean’s queerness but the entire issue of self-acceptance. “Let’s Misbehave” is essentially a song about behaving outside of norms, and that misbehavior leading to one’s happiness. Yet, while the song operates in being able to misbehave when select people are watching, and not the world, the imagery of the scene defies that restriction. Dean won’t wait for the world to slumber, he’ll tap dance on top of it. Indeed, Garth’s invitation for Dean to misbehave takes a critical view of misbehavior, such as it is, being something to hide. It’s not. The song is clear on our take away, too: “ If you'd be just so sweet / and only meet / Your fate, dear...” Unlike what Chuck means by fate, the show, through Garth, seems to be telling us that fate is the end result of self-knowledge and truth. To misbehave and go against order is the path to self-fulfillment, and misbehavior here requires the discomfort of vulnerability. It’s no wonder either that the scene happens in the bunker. The bunker is a glorified basement, but it’s also a home. Why, then, treat the bunker as something to hide? (here’s some resonance with legacy, with letting others into your life).

Finally, I want to talk about that lamp. First, though, let’s take a quick moment to remember how a significant portion of the deancas drama has been about absence (you left/you didn’t stop me, the glaring negative space left behind by Cas after “The Rupture”). Fittingly, Cas is not in this episode, which is quickly ~~lampshaded by Sam as well as being characterized as another aspect of their bad day. So Dean has no Cas to dance with, but unlike previous episodes, he has more than just a gap. Say, an empty. He has this lit up lap. This almost right but not quite placeholder. And Dean is charming to that lamp, y’all. It’s not the whole of his character arc, but damn, that lamp is important. It’s a key feature. But maybe I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s move ahead to the end of the episode: Gath and Bess are dancing in their home. They’re happy. Outside, Dean and Sam look on, with that longing in their eye. Dean’s take is that he’d be good at dancing if he tried. So Garth dances with his wife, so Dean dances with a lamp. Dean, of the wanting to experience certain feelings, people, in a way he never has before. Dean who just last episode was very afraid of losing Cas, who was sobbing because of it. The same Dean we saw lose it after burying Cas in the Ma’lak box -- and grief arcs, and Colette, etc etc and so it goes and goes. Last episode we also saw a little version of endgame: Dean, Cas, Sam, and Eileen. And lest we discount it as Chuck nonsense, it’s important to remember Sam was happy with that vision. When Sam thinks happy, he thinks that (the Same Sam whose dream last season was him, Dean, Cas, Jack, and Mary eating pizza and laughing). Long story short, it’s always Dean and Cas. No matter what. So Cas, the lamp. And yeah, all of this destiel deliciousness is heavily draped in romance (even in dancing lamp form) between connections of Saileen and Garth/Bess. It’s SO SO LOUD.

Dean would be a great dancer, if he tried. Just like Garth is.

ps.: remember that car convo Sam started with Dean about setting down with someone who understands the life. Yeah. [dies in garth/bess]

#supernatural #spn #dean winchester #destiel #deancas #spn meta #dean is bisexual #spn spoilers #~~what's bi is bi #my writing #so anyway i decided to stop being a whiny grump and do something productive

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[Full] Our Song _ E11 (Last in rankings today (fourth place) will leave. Last episode next week.)

4:17 - MC: Na-jie is back with the team, and XZ can finally breathe a breath of relief. He finally let Na-jie come back and has withstood the challenges without her, right? But right now we have a different situation, which is that they haven’t met for a while. Tonight is an important match. XZ, you won’t let Na-jie only come back this once and then not again, right? XZ: Of course not! Na-jie and I have not felt the passing of time at all, we’re still as compatible as ever! NY: I have communicated through phone, and I always ask him how the song selections are going.

5:30 - MC: In order to pick our order today, we all went shooting. The only person to shoot a 10 was... /one day earlier/ MC: When you (XZ) film, you should have practiced this, right? XZ: Yep. NY: Ge, let me tell you. You might not win over him (XZ). While filming he’s been learning how to shoot. FYQ: Oh, he has experience? NY: Yes, yes. Be careful! XZ: Playing blind~

6:44 - WOW, Fei Yuqing shoots a 10 AND made it look so easy. 7:15 - XZ: NA-JIEEEEEE!!!! /shoots a 4/ oTL [total 18 points] 7:26 - FYQ getting ready... /Na-jie starts singing/ He misses. FYQ: Who was singing??! ZHJ: You definitely influenced him. 7:51 - NY: Let me sing another song. FYQ: /misses again/ [total 10 points]

8:32 - MC: Because FYQ’s skill is very good, he can give the #1 spot to another team. FYQ: Ah, number 1.... Who was it that sang “The Evening Bell of Nanping”? NY: /oops/ FYQ: Who sang “One Plum Blossom”? NY: HAHAHA

9:14 - MC: Team Na-Zhan will be the first to sing tonight. They’ll be fulfilling two expectations. The first is that Na-jie is back! What sort of stage will their collaboration bring to us this time? The second is that they had prepared this song a while ago but didn’t get the chance to sing (bc they passed into the next round already), and at the time I had asked XZ to sing a few lines. Since that time, the audience has been asking non-stop when we would hear the song in its entirety. Everyone. That time is now.

9:54 - XZ: Na-jie!!!! NY: What is this? We’re matching again today, too. XZ: Come quick, come quick! XZ: I really missed you. NY: You missed me? How did it go? XZ: Pretty good. I need to report to you my results. NY: I thought it was a payroll. XZ: LOL. This is our record for the past weeks. We got third place twice, but last time we got second. Pretty good. NY: Very good!

Na Ying x Xiao Zhan - 被风吹过的夏天 (Bei Feng Chui Guo De Xia Tian)

16:07 - XZ: /confused baby takes the fish from Na-jie/ NY: I’m sorry. MC: Na-jie. I’m sure in all your years on stage and in your life, you’ve never been gifted a bag of fish before, have you? NY: /giggling/ XZ: /still confused/ NY: You didn’t see, did you? XZ: ? NY: I dropped the fish. XZ: /WHAT?/ A: If he had seen I bet he also would have laughed. XZ: If I had seen I wouldn’t have been able to sing the last verse either

16:45 - NY: When we were practicing, XZ would only be holding an ID card. Look at this thing- all wet, and REAL fish. With water. I didn’t hold it properly and when I was walking behind you I dropped it. At that time- my heart shattered. NY: And then when I was sitting here, I held up the fish and then I remembered how I dropped them and I COULD NOT sing anymore.

17:15 - XZ: I didn’t know what happened. I thought I sang wrong, Na-jie! NY: You were great. You kept on singing until the end. XZ: I didn’t have any other choice

17:26 - NY: I’m really glad you didn’t see that. I really need to tell you I’m sorry. XZ: No, no, no, no. It’s his fault (the fish). It’s you. /pokes the fish/ 17:38 - A: We were laughing ourselves silly down here. I saw Huajian-dage over there... ZHJ: I knew it could definitely influence them, but I get more screen-time.

17:51 - MC: Let me ask HJ, do you think it’s alright to make mistakes on a live stage? ZHJ: Of course! In this world, who can compare to me in terms of making mistakes on stage? JYQ: Big Bro “Forgetting the Lyrics” ZHJ: Not only forgetting the lyrics. I’ve written a whole new song before. ZHJ: This has to be said though, Xiao Zhan has improved a lot.

Hacken Lee x Zhou Shen - 大会堂演奏厅 (Da Hui Tang Yan Zou Ting)

30:06 - MC: Hacken wrote the lyrics for this song in 1988, when he was just 21 years old. A lot of people know his songs, but I must let everyone know that he’s written lyrics for more than 80 songs.

Fei Yuqing x Ayanga - 新鸳鸯·蝴蝶梦 (Xin Yuan Yang - Hu Die Meng) + Ayanga in a Pikachu sweater. Never thought I’d see it.

37:55 - MC: I need to say, from my standpoint, the one I could see the most clearly was Xiao Zhan. It looked like there was something shining from deep within his eyes. XZ: I feel very touched. I felt like I could hear in the song a hopeful feeling. It was divine, and made me see “hope” and the “future”. It’s very abstract, but I liked it a lot. NY: As soon as FYQ opened his mouth, I felt (indescribable). I realized that in the music industry, he’s too superior. -- NY: I’ve been thinking to myself- how could FYQ not continue to sing anymore.[FYQ is retiring, after this show is over, he will not be singing professionally anymore.] At the very last moment, now here is Ayanga. When he stood there singing I came to realize that even when Xiao Ge doesn’t sing anymore, he could be relieved that Ayanga is there to sing in his place.

Zhou Huajian x Jiang Yiqiao - 虎口脱险 (Hu Kou Tuo Xian)

Na Ying x Xiao Zhan - 恼人的秋风 (Nao Ren De Qiu Feng)

1:00:20 - MC: Hold on! We need to confirm something first. Could the female singer please say a few words? (/confirm it is really Na Yin XD/) NY: He’ll talk first. Him first. MC: I really do not dare believe this is our Na-jie! Audience: Team Na-Zhan! x10000 NY: What about us? Audience: You’re great!!! NY: Do you think we can turn this around (win another round)? Audience: /cheering/ MC: XZ, tell me. Whose idea was this? XZ: Actutally, it was Na-jie. She said she wanted to pay tribute. MC: ??? NY: It’s because previously we heard Hacken and Zhou Shen sing the “Ye Lang Disco”. After I saw that I thought that we also should sing a song like that. I wanted to pay tribute to my 80′s. MC: XZ. When you heard about the song, did you not even hesitate for a second? NY: He ignored me for a whole day! XZ: No, Na-jie! I really was working! I wouldn’t dare (ignore you)! NY: I was thinking “Oh shoot. He probably doesn’t like it.” MC: Or maybe he got scared. XZ: Honestly I did hesitate at first. I didn’t think I would be able to control it. But Na-jie said she wanted it retro, and she explained her vision to me, and I was convinced. I said if we’re going to do it, let’s [go big or go home]. So we tried a retro style.

1:02:05 - MC: You know, with Na-jie.. it’s very rare that we have the chance to see you sing AND dance on stage. ZHJ: And she danced very well! NY: I really need to thank XZ for practicing the steps with me all the time. When we were sitting there, too, he was counting the beats for me. You all know that even when I walk normally I’m a little uncoordinated. So this (dance) was really hard for me. You may not have seen, but up there where the lyrics are, the choreographer was there, showing me the steps.

1:02:53 - MC: Let me tell you, ever since we started battling in teams, this is the first time that FYQ forgot to hold his pen and paper. 1:03:44 - ZHJ: I know you are all very happy, but have you thought about how we feel? (ZHJ x JYQ, who have to sing next). You two... do you have to be so cruel? NY: In this music competition, you HAVE TO be this cruel. ZHJ: If we could vote, I’d vote for you to win. ZHJ: I’m really happy and thankful to have made it this far in the competition. It doesn’t even feel like one at this point. We’re all here to appreciate each other. I really want to thank the two of you for letting us open our eyes and ears. Especially Na-jie. NY: This is not easy for me. ZHJ: You’re obviously someone who can just rely on your face... why do you have to sing so well? And why do you have to have such a nice figure? NY: Do you know how much I’ve suffered off this stage? I can’t eat all the good foods! YOU can eat a bowl of noodles, but I can only eat three strands! XZ: !! NY: And then I have to work out. I think if you still want to stand on stage, you have to maintain a healthy mind/body. ZHJ: We will still work hard! Watch out for us!

Zhou Huajian x Jiang Yiqiao - 其实不想走 (Qi Shi Bu Xiang Zou | Don’t Want to Go)

1:05:11 - NY: This title makes my heart hurt. ZHJ: We can only play the sympathy card now.

1:12:24 - MC: When I was conversing with HJ before, he had told me that there was a singer that he always wanted to sing with- that singer is Na-jie. NY: ?! Audience: /sing sth!/

1:13:13 - ZHJ: Work with me here, is there any of my songs that you’ve heard? NY: I can sing any/all of your songs. MC: Can I request one? Because the two of your teams.... only one will continue in the competition, and now you have to part ways. So the only thing I can think of is “ 让我欢喜让我忧” (Make Me Happy Make Me Worry)

多想說聲我真的愛妳 I want to say I really love you 多想說聲對不起妳 I want to say I’m sorry to you 妳哭著說情緣已盡 You cry and say the relationship is over 難再續難再續 It’s too hard to continue, too hard to continue

就請妳給我多一點點時間再多一點點問候 Just please give me just a little more time, just a little more greetings 不要一切都帶走 Don’t take everything and go 就請妳給我多一點點空間再多一點點溫柔 Just please give me just a little more space, just a little more tenderness 不要讓我如此難受 Don’t make me so uncomfortable

ZHJ: Wait, there’s more I have to sing

妳這樣一個女人讓我歡喜讓我(+們)憂 A woman like you, makes me happy and makes US worry (he changed the lyrics from “me” to “us”) 讓我甘心為了妳付出我(+們)所有 Let me be happy for you, give US everything

1:16:39 - MC: I’ve been listening to a song recently that I really like, and I’ve written down a few of the lyrics to share with you. I think it suits this stage and everyone’s thinking. We say that this society runs too fast sometimes. So how fast is it? [Lyrics to Zhou Huajian’s most recent release “少年” Shao Nian (Youth)]

有时候来不及沉淀　岁月总是跑在灵魂的前面 Sometimes it’s too late to rush, years go by passing faster than the soul 好在还有一点信念　陪我们完成每一天 Fortunately I still have a little faith to accompany us to complete the day 别忘记心中的少年　狂奔的勇敢的 Don’t forget the youth still in your heart, hasty, brave 最初的少年 The youth you were at first

MC: We’ve been waiting six years for a new song from Huajian. Could you tell us about this song? ZHJ: Let me speak directly. For people my age, it’s hard to walk into a record shop... it’s highly likely that there aren’t many songs we can choose to listen to. That’s not to say that the current music of the youth isn’t good, it’s just that when you reach a certain age, there’s inevitably going to be that generational gap. I wanted to be able to give people in my generation a choice. For the past six years I’ve been thinking about this, and it’s only in the past year that I realized that after having written eight songs I was always talking about the past, when I was young. That’s how I thought of the theme, the title- “shao nian.” When I finished making the song I found it interesting. I used the word “youth” to look at the faces of everyone around me. The people I know now, the people I’ve known for years, the people I am getting to know. There’s a youth inside all of us. No matter what age you are now, whether 60 or 70, there’s a youth inside you. Don’t hide them. Let them out.

Goodbye to Zhou Huajian and Jiang Yiqiao :’(

#Our Song #我們的歌 #i think lkq x zs or fyq x ayanga will win #straight up vocals #give fyq a grand memory for his start of retirement

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drunk confessions -oh hyuk

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Reader x Hyuk, Reader x Code Kunst (<--- this was never supposed to happen lol, but it did)

Word Count: 3,190

Backstory: the both of you never remembered the drunk confessions, never noticed the feelings you mutually shared, until it was too late.

“You think they would be dating by now, right?” Hyunjae whispered to his two bandmates sitting next to him.

“Honestly it’s about time we tell them what they do when they’re piss drunk.” Donggun said, then elbowed Inwoo, “Take a video, this must be the end of the drunk confessions.”

Hyunjae, Donggun, and Inwoo have a shared photo album, where they put the videos they captured of you and Hyuk confessing to each other. They decided tonight, shall be the last video, and the next party they will expose the drunk confessions.

You met him on the playground during elementary school, your goal that year was to make him your best friend. The problem was, Hyuk was shy, and any attempt of socialization made him run away from you. The ambitious little 8 year old you were, did not take no as an answer, so you chased him. This lasted about two weeks, until he finally spoke up, and spoke to you for the first time.

“What do you want from me?” He said not running away from you.

“I want to be best friends with you.” You replied with the biggest smile on your face, you couldn’t believe that a single word would come out of his mouth.

He awkwardly stood their looking at you, “Um, why? You don’t know anything about me, and I don’t know anything about you.” He replied scratching the back of his head.

Your smile deflated, how were you supposed to reply to that? Since you didn’t respond quickly, Hyuk started to walk away. You couldn’t accept the rejection, he couldn’t slip through your hands this quick. As you were used to at this point, you ran up to him.

“Hyuk! You shouldn’t walk away from your friend like that.” You replied upset, and to prevent him from walking away again you held his hand.

“What are you doing?” He looked at you surprised with flushed cheeks.

“Best friends hold hands, silly.” You started to happily walk ahead, and you felt a tug. Hyuk planted his feet and wouldn’t move, so you dragged him along with you. “Hyuk, me tugging you all the time won’t work out every recess. We need to work together.”

It took a week worth of recess for him to finally walk along side you, but he still remained silent. You asked him simple questions to learn more about him, and he’d give you one word answers.

At the end of the school day, parents would come to pick up there children. One day you decided to approach Hyuk’s parents when they came to pick him up.

“Hello Mrs and Mr. Oh, it is nice to meet you both.” You said excitedly to his parents. “I’m Hyuk’s newest best friend, well I’m not sure if he thinks we are friends, but I do. I was wondering if Hyuk could come over to my house tomorrow for a play date.” You smiled at them hoping for a more friendly reaction from them, rather than Hyuk’s rejection.

They looked down at your eager eyes with smiles on their faces. They weren’t aware of Hyuk’s new friend as he never spoke a word of his classmates. To them you were a very friendly girl, and to Hyuk you were a pest. “We’d love for Hyuk to have a play date with you. Are your parents here yet? We should talk to them.” You nodded in response and brought the Oh’s to your mother and father.

While the parents were talking, you saw Hyuk with his arms crossed and his head down.

“Why do you want to be my friend so bad?” He said to you as you stared at him.

“Because, I just want to.” He looked at you displeased with your answer. “If you don’t have fun at the play date tomorrow I will leave you alone.”

He nodded his head, “Fine. You can’t chase me around, talk to me, or hold my hand if I don’t have fun.” In Hyuk’s head he thought that he was going to dread this play date with you. He thought he was going to be free from your grip forever.

Hyuk thought wrong, the next day at your family’s apartment he had a blast. He never bothered to learn about you, so he didn’t know what to expect. At your house, your father had a whole room dedicated to music. Once he stepped foot into that room, he found himself amazed to what surrounded him. He looked around at the guitars hanging around the room, the gigantic grand piano in the far corner, all the signed pictures from foreign artist. Your father let Hyuk play a couple of the guitars, and taught him new chords.

After that session with your father, Hyuk sat down on your couch to watch TV, his face still covered with a smile. Seeing how happy he looked, you gathered one of your many CD players and a couple CDs from foreign bands to give to him. As you approached him he pointed at what you were carrying.

“What’s that for?” He asked.

“It’s a CD player, it’s for you.” You replied, holding your hands out for him to grab it.

“Wow, really?” He questioned you surprised. “But I don’t have any CDs to put into it.”

You handed him the CDs you picked out, “These are also for you.” Hyuk looked at you with such a big smile, and got off the couch to give you the biggest hug ever.

“Thank you so much Y/N!” Hyuk exclaimed jumping up and down.

“Are we best friends now?” You asked Hyuk once he finally let go of you.

“Best friends forverer!” He exclaimed.

After that play date, your friendship with Hyuk blossomed. Almost everyday, he’d go to your house after school. He started talking to you more, he told you secrets, he told you everything about him.

Sixteen years of friendship later, and you couldn't be happier. Every moment you shared with Hyuk was something you’d never give up. You’ve watched him grow up into such a talented and successful man. You’ve watched his band grow, and you couldn’t be more proud of him.

He was also very happy you’ve been on the rode to success with him the whole time. You were the support he needed whenever he wanted to give up. He believed that your friendship was the strongest relationship he’ll have with anyone. You knew more about him than his own parents.

The thing is you both started growing feelings for each other, both afraid of ruining the bond you have, you kept your crushes a secret. Yet keeping those feelings hurt the both of you, Hyuk would go out dating girls that wasted his time and broke his heart. Expressing his feelings through his music, you never knew you were connected to a ton of his songs. You assumed that his feelings for you were no more than a friendship, and the songs he wrote were for the girls that broke his heart. You were jealous and torn, but you would never show that to him. He will only remain your best friend, there is no point in jeopardizing a 16 year friendship.

Every now and then, Hyuk will host a small get together with friends and other artist just to have a good time. In all honesty, many of these get togethers you cannot remember, and that was because you would chug one drink after another. You didn’t want to have any recollection of the night before, afraid that you’ll see something you didn’t want to see. You treasured this friendship way to much, and if that meant getting your heart broken then you’d have to deal. Although the drinking left you dead the morning after, this was how you handled your feelings, unhealthy but there was no other option.

Hyuk would also drink his heart away during these gatherings, it was quite a scene for people to see. Hyuk tends to be a more reserved person, but when he is drunk you’ll see a whole different side of him. A more open, and happy Hyuk appears while under the influence of alcohol. His intentions were the same as yours, not witnessing something that could hurt his heart. You are the only girl he loves, all his past relationships were away of suppressing his feelings. To see you fall in love with another man would kill him, if only you knew his feelings.

He thought falling in love with you was wrong, and to try to rid of these feelings he found himself in the bed of other girls, that he thought he could like. He found himself doing this more than often, and didn’t realize you were aware the whole time.

Group Chat with hyukie and 35 others

hyukie: party at my place @ 9 byob

hj: byob? lol no

inw00: ^^^ tf bro, u better supply us u think WE have the money

dongGUN: yeah hyuk, come one bro

hyukie: stfu b y o b, or ur not allowed in

inw00: then have a fun party by yourself :/

unknown number: lol i’ll bring stuff

unknown number: ^^

15 others agreed to byob, leaving Hyunjae, Inwoo, and Donggun to finally surrender.

You made a deal with yourself a few months ago, that if someone showed interest in you, you wouldn’t turn them away. Hyuk has no interest in you romantically, so it’s time to move on to someone who will show you the love you so desperately want.

The past couple parties Hyuk held, you found yourself conversing with this one man. His name was Sungwoo, a well known producer in the music industry and a fellow friend, and labelmate of Hyuk’s. He took you out on small dates, bringing you to his studio, to clothing shops, to places you’ve never known of. In the few months that he has known you, he has never once made a move on you physically, he wanted you to open up to him without any convincing. He was genuinely interested in you, and you welcomed all his flirtatious messages, his affectionate touches. He was handsome, and nothing but kind to you, the only thing that was stopping you from falling into the arms of this man, is Hyuk. This man makes you smile, he shows you love, a future with him would be great, you must push away these feelings towards Hyuk.

Throughout this night though, you found yourself talking about Hyuk, more than yourself. Sungwoo listened to your stories, he noticed how you smiled so wide when talking about your best friend. He learned the ins-and-outs of your friendship, he learned how much you loved this man. He thought that maybe he should stop his growing liking towards you, because you loved another. The other side of him thought that maybe you’d start feeling the same way about him, like you did with Hyuk. There was a small part of you that liked him, or you wouldn’t be touching each other so affectionately. He noticed your lustful stares, he noticed the ways you dressed differently for him, you enjoyed his attention, as he did yours. You’d happily take his hand in yours, there was no way you didn’t like him.

You were distracted from the conversation when you saw Hyuk whispering into a girls ear, and her giggling in response. They were touching in ways similar between you and Sungwoo. It hurt to watch, it hurt to realize that the man you love doesn’t love you back. You have to stop focusing your feelings on Hyuk, Sungwoo has showed you endless love, you don’t want him to think your using him to make you feel better.

“Y/N?” Sungwoo waved his hand in front of your face, trying to grab your attention. “You really like Hyuk that much?” He laughed sounding a bit hurt.

“No, no. Everything's fine, I was just caught off guard. Do you want to go somewhere more private?” You focused all your attention back to him. Why waste your feelings on Hyuk any longer, if the man right next to you reciprocated your feelings. Friendship is as far as your relationship will go with Hyuk, and you’ve finally accepted it.

You grabbed Sungwoo’s hand and brought him to the balcony outside. The cold air made it evident why everyone was inside, but it gave you privacy, and allowed you to focus on the man who truly likes you.

“You have been so patient with me, I’m sorry I have made you wait for so long till I could confess my feelings. You’re truly such a great person, without meeting you I think I would be lost. You’ve shown me endless care, and love, I’m so grateful for you.” You told him honestly, staring out to the illuminated city.

Noticing you shiver, Sungwoo wrapped his arms around you from behind. “You have nothing to apologize for.” He said. “I wanted to wait for you, I didn’t want to rush you into anything. Even if you didn’t want to be with me in the end, I would still want to be your friend. I don’t want you regretting anything.” Leaning into his embrace you realized you didn’t need anyone else’s love to be happy. You enjoyed this feeling, you enjoyed being in the arms of this man. The feelings you had for Hyuk were just a distraction to something better.

You turned around to face Sungwoo, he looked at you with an adoring face. If only you opened your eyes earlier, this man was so patient with you, so gentle, you were so oblivious. Standing on the balcony face to face, the feelings you pushed away for Sungwoo came at full force. Bringing your face closer to his, you placed your lips upon his. Sungwoo brought his hands to your face intensifying the kiss, a chill ran through your body, but it was no longer from the cold air.

It was the sound of the door opening that made you disconnect your lips, looking over Sungwoo’s shoulder, you were faced with your best friends heartbroken face.

“Oh,” was the only word that he could let escape his mouth. He waited too long to confess, his fear got the best of him. After witnessing you kissing another guy, he found himself broken.

Walking back inside, he grabbed the strongest drink he had, and drank it straight from the bottle. He didn’t bother with grabbing a cup, he wanted the alcohol to drain his feelings out.

The party was soon over, and you told Sungwoo your saying after to help clean up, and that you’d text him when you get home.

With a trash bag in your hand you helped Hyunjae collect the empty bottles, while Donggun and Inwoo put the trash in a separate bag. Hyuk appeared when the trash was cleaned up, he reeked of alcohol, his motor skills showed how drunk he was.

“Yoooo where’d everyone go?” He asked loudly. Stumbling towards you, he put his arm around your shoulder pulling you closer to his body. What’s up with him? You thought.

The three other boys looked at each other with concerned expressions, you weren’t drunk, far from it actually. The repeated scene that happens at every one of these parties, is about to happen in front of your eyes, and you’d remember it. They knew what Hyuk was about to do, and they’d finally get to see your true reaction.

“Why do you guys look so scared?” You said laughing, hulling Hyuk’s heavy body to the nearest couch. Plopping him down, you attempted to walk away but felt your body being pulled down to Hyuk’s.

“Y/N don’t leave me.” The drunk man said with a saddened tone. “Don’t leave me, please.”

Laughing awkwardly, you separated your body from Hyuk’s. “I’m right here, Hyukie, I’m not going anywhere.” You stood up trying to walk away, but you found yourself back on the couch, Hyuk pulled you down again.

“You don’t understand me, don’t leave me. Don’t leave me for another man. I saw you kiss Sungwoo,” he scowled at the mention of his name, “don’t be with him.”

“Why?” You asked angrily. He may be your best friend, but who is he to decide who you can and cannot date.

“Cause I love you...” Hyuk answered, the air around you tensed up, you were shocked. Hyunjae, Inwoo, and Donggun stood in the living room looking at the both of you, not sure what they should do at this moment.

The room was stricken with silence, until you finally spoke up. You thought you’d be happy to hear this sudden confession, but you were the complete opposite. “You love me. You love me? Then why Hyuk, why did you find the need to date other girls in front of me, sleep with other girls, confess to other girls the same thing you just said to me. Am I supposed to believe this?” The coldness in your voice made the men freeze.

“You think it was easy for me to accept that I’m in love with my best friend?” He questioned you back, with anger in his voice.

“Hyuk you think that if you truly liked me that much, you’d sleep around with others? Huh? I loved you, yet I didn’t fuck around with other guys, I didn’t whisper in their ears, I didn’t kiss their lips to confirm that I loved you. I loved you for a long time, you filled my thoughts constantly, and I thought you would never like me back if you introduced me to other girls, so I moved on. It took me months to move on, to accept the fact that I shouldn’t love my best friend, if we have the tightest relationship ever. Why ruin it? I found a guy who likes me, who waited for me, cause he knew I loved you.” You got up and walked to the door, this time he didn’t pull you back. “Oh Hyuk if you truly loved me you would’ve not fucked with my feelings like that, you would’ve not brought new people in to your life and use them. You’re a coward, and so am I. At least I had the decency to accept my feelings, and move on when I needed to.”

With that said you walked out the door, without giving him the chance to let another word come out his mouth.

“Love really can ruin a friendship.” You laughed to yourself walking back to your apartment. “He won’t remember this tomorrow, anyways.”

The next morning Hyuk woke up with dreadful headache, getting up to look in the mirror he noticed his eyes were swollen, and bloodshot.

“What the fuck happened last night?” He said to aloud to himself.

Pulling his phone out, the bright light shot pain through his head, he saw a text from you.

y/n: drink some water and take advil, dickhead.

hyuk: you’re too kind

y/n: if only you knew how far my kindness goes

sorry if the whole back story was unnecessary, thought it add more to the story idk

p.s. this story took a fat turn from what i originally planned, so u basically got two artist in one scenario. like originally u were gonna fall in l0ve with ya boy hyukie but then i was like lets not do that lol, srry.

#hyukoh #oh hyuk #oh hyuk scenario #kpop scenarios #khh scenarios #code kunst #code kunst scenario

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