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sincerelyrki · 1 month

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say it, you’re mine

your brothers best friend has always been there for you, even when you ask him to fake date you to make your ex back off.

pairing : brother’s best friend! sunghoon x fem!reader

warnings : suggestive. making out in public. sunghoon marking the reader (biting, etc).

wc : 1.1k

a/n : first time posting a written work in this account… kinda scary ngl. i’m not tagging my perm taglist on this post because it’s only for smaus. not sure how i feel about this one so please feel free to leave feedback <33 my asks are always open ;) also pt 2?

“Is he still watching?” Without looking away from your lips, Sunghoon nodded in confirmation, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he hummed at you.

“I think we need to make it more believable, will you let me kiss you?” Your eyes widened as Sunghoon grabbed your belt loops, unhesitatingly pulling you into his chest.

You looked up towards your brother's friend in shock, the thought of your ex watching fading with the overhead stereo.

Sunghoon felt your breathing hitch as he leaned down, his head tilting as his lips ghosted against your warm cheeks. “I promise, one kiss and he’ll never look at you again.”

Sunghoon wasn’t lying, he’d been waiting years for this moment to arise. A moment where he could press against you, feel your smoother lips melt into his as your cute noises sounded out from between his lips.

He could practically feel himself starting to throb, his need for you growing as the reality of the moment flourished throughout his veins.

His breathing now matched yours, his mouth almost salivating the second you nodded your head. “You promise he won’t bother me again?”

Sunghoon barely managed to swallow his scoff of disbelief, a daunting smile growing on his lips as he shook his head at you.

“Baby, have I ever lied to you?” He once again leaned in, this time towards your lips. He paused for a second, his nose brushed yours, his minty breath filling your senses.

“No one would ever bother you again.” A wolfish grin grew on his face as he saw your confusion grow, your innocence stirring an undiscovered feeling beneath his skin.

“I promised, didn’t I?” He softly cooed, his hand lifting to wrap around your bottom jaw. His thumb traced random circles against your soft skin, his calloused fingertips tracing down until it reached your chin.

In a needy daze, you nodded. Your patience wore thin the longer his lips hovered over yours.

A quiet whine left your lips as his thumb gently pressed against your bottom lip, putting just enough pressure to make it shape under his touch.

With his thumb still firmly pushing against you, he pressed his lips to yours with an open-mouthed kiss. He used his finger to pull your lips further apart, his entire hand moving down to gently wrap around your neck as his tongue wrapped around yours.

Sunghoon tilted his head to the side to get a better angle, his lips never leaving yours. He used his other hand to push against the back of your waist, pushing you further into him.

The second a small noise left your lips, Sunghoon was almost sure that he had popped one against you, his chest heaving as the noise reverberated down his spine.

The vibrations travelling from your lips to his was something he’d never experienced before, but it was just enough to create a dangerous addiction.

“You taste so good” Sunghoon whispered out in between kisses, his voice coming out almost unintelligible due to the state of his lips.

“Fucking want to kill everyone who’s ever kissed you before, you’re only mine.” You pulled back to breathe, heart racing as black dots filled your vision due to lack of oxygen. “Say it, say you’re mine”

Sunghoon pressed one last kiss against the corner of your lips before sucking a spot near your ear, your pulse directly beneath it.

“Say it” He almost growled, his teeth pressing deeper into your skin. You gasped in a pleasurable pain, eyes squeezing closed as your mouth dropped open in breathless pants.

“Only yours, I've only ever been yours.”

Sunghoon gently licked against your indented skin, your words pushing his mind into a deeper, unknown, mindset.

His sucking grew more deprived, and the feeling of not being close enough to you entered his mind in a spiralled web.

Sunghoon had never been as thankful for a club as he was now, the ability to kiss out without getting an odd look thrown his way driving him crazier than he thought was possible.

He looked up from under his lashes, only his eyes visible from over your shoulders. His eyes connected with the very ones of your long-forgotten ex, the other man’s jaw dropped as he glared at the two of you.

Sunghoon held the eye contact, making a show of trailing his hand up the bottom of your shirt, your back arching to accommodate his touch.

His cold hand contrasted your warm back, a quiet gasp leaving your lips as he transferred his cold body temperature to yours.

Sunghoon felt his pride growing the longer he watched your ex's reaction, his cheeks burning red as he cursed the two of you under his breath.

“More, please” Your needy whine brought Sunghoon back, his gaze softening at your begging. Sunghoon pulled off of your skin, small bite marks littering your once spotless neck.

“After you” Sunghoon threw you a teasing smile, his hand wrapped around yours as he slightly bowed in front of you. A quiet giggle of amusement left your lips at his dramatic play, heartwarming at the sight of his genuine smile.

Sunghoon allowed you to pull him through the crowd, his body almost completely pressing against your back as he trailed behind you.

Sunghoon looked over his shoulder, and with an exaggerated smile, he winked at your ex.

He should’ve known Sunghoon would leave with you, known that you’d always end up with him.

The loud shout followed by a glass breaking was enough for your wasted friends to notice your departure, shocked looks getting thrown around as they placed the dots together.

“I’m going to kill Sunghoon.” Your brother stood from his chair, his eyes rapidly moving across the entire room in search of his best friend.

His other friends shared looks, Jake taking the initiative to grab onto your brother's shoulder. “She’s safe with Sunghoon, you know he won’t let anything happen to her.”

And he was right. Sunghoon would never let another person touch you, especially not after he finally made progress with getting with you.

“You’re right, he’s probably helping her brush her teeth or something.” From behind your brother's back, the rest of his friends all shared looks, only nodding with false hums of agreement as your brother looked toward them.

“He’s definitely putting something in her mouth” Jake grunted in pain as an elbow got dug into his side, small snickers leaving his lips as your brother shot alarmed looks at him.

“What does that mean?” At the lack of response your brother grew more anxious, his voice raising a few decimals, “Jake? What does that mean?”

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forever-rogue · 1 year

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Could we get some smut of eddie and reader where they started dating a little after he was attacked by the demobats and he's staying with her in her home so she can take care of him. Eddie is having a hard time adjusting not only to his wounds but the fact that his half naked girlfriend walking around the house tending to him won't let him touch her until he's healed then one day he's begging and pleading for it and she finally caves but since eddie is still in a lot of pain he's whimpering a lot bc while it feels great he's also in pain and reader is trying to soothe him telling him he's doing so good and to take it easy but he's trying so hard to make her feel good

AN | Oh, but this got all soft and sweet, but also spicy so 18+ only 🥺🥰

Warnings | Language, Smut (unprotected piv)

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.7k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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“Hey sleepyhead,” Eddie heard your voice, soft and distant, and slowly opened his eyes, blinking away the bleariness. A small smile tugged up the corners of his mouth when he felt you brushing some of his rogue curls out of his face, “Eddie.”

“Baby,” he turned his head to you and his heart practically burst in his chest from how sweetly you were looking at him, “you’re so pretty.”

“So are you,” you tenderly stroked his cheek before pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. He closed his eyes and scoffed lightly; he was still having a hard time adjusting to his new appearance among other things. But you’d made it a point to make sure he knew how wonderful and loved he was, “I mean it. Don’t even bother arguing with me.”

“I’d never,” he turned and nuzzled his face into the palm of your hand, marveling at how soft and warm it was, “I love you, you know?”

“Of course I do,” your sweet laughter might have been his favorite sound in the entire world. It went straight to his heart and always managed to make him feel better, “are you hungry? I didn’t want you to sleep past dinner and have you up half the night and starving.”

“Yeah,” he swallowed the lump in his throat at your kind words. You’d been taking care of him for almost two months now, never once complaining or making a negative comment. He was still recovering, so much better than he had been, but still found that he grew tired easily and his body still ached. But none of that ever seemed to matter when he saw you. You made everything better, “I’m kinda hungry.”

“Good,” you started to move from the spot on your bed where you’d been sitting next to his sleeping form, “I’ll start dinner. You just rest until then.”

“Are you sure you don’t want help?” he loathed the idea that you were having to do everything for him. Which you totally weren’t by the way, he was just overly dramatic. He was so used to doing things for himself that he really didn’t like asking for anything. But you never resented him for a moment or anything, you loved him - that the important part, “baby?”

“I don’t need help,” you promised and you could see his face fall slightly, “but I would love some company. Are you up for that?”

“Yes!” his entire face lit up as you motioned with your head for him to follow you to the kitchen. He’d been staying with you in your apartment, and you had to admit, you really enjoyed living with him, having it be just the two of you all the time. It had been easier for him to move in with you after everything that happened, rather than going back and forth between your place and the trailer. Plus…you had some hope that he might just stay permanently.

“Come on handsome,” you held out your hand and watched as he slowly moved out of the bed. You could see the grimace on his face, his sides still irritating him, but he never complained, he just kept pushing through and getting better one day at a time.

He eagerly took your outstretched hand, but before you could walk out of the bedroom, he gently held you back. You made a small sound of surprise before turning to him, finding him looking at you with a honey-sweet smile. He pulled you into his warm frame, his hands settled on your hips before he leaned in to press the most tender of kisses to your lips. Your arms were at your side; you weren’t quite sure where to put them so you wouldn’t hurt, but when he didn’t flinch away, you lightly wrapped them around his neck.

You couldn’t help yourself as you stole a few more kisses from, soft and saccharine and leaving you grinning at each other shyly. He let out a small sigh before pressing his forehead against yours, his big brown eyes studying yours intently before whispering, “I’ve missed you.”

“Missed me?” you gently carded a hand through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp, “I’ve been right here, bub.”

“Missed kissing you,” he confessed, the softness to his voice caused you to melt, “missed holding you, sex, just being close to you. Missed you.”

“Oh my love,” you took his face in your hands and leaned in close so your nose was nuzzled against his, “I…I’ve missed you too. But I just…I don't want to hurt you or have you hurt yourself. Besides, it’s not going to be forever. I could always give you - “

“I know,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek, “you don’t have to do that, fuck, I don’t ever want you to feel obligated. Soon?”

“Soon. You’re almost there bub,” you promised, reaching for his hand and bringing to your lips to press a soft kiss to his knuckles, “soon.”

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Eddie was convinced that you were trying to kill him. Slowly, but surely, you were going to bring him to his knees. He was currently sitting at the dining table, watching as you flounced around the kitchen making dinner. You were wearing a pair of jean shorts, short enough that whenever you bent over or reached for something he could see peeks of your plump backside. Accompanying that was an oversized t-shirt of his that you’d turned into a crop top, allowing glimpses of your underboob, just enough to leave him practically salivating. Your hair was up and makeup minimal, but you were the most gorgeous being he’d ever seen.

It had also been a long, practically an eternity in his mind, since you’d been intimate. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, or that Eddie didn’t want to, but you were scared. Scared to hurt him or aggravate his injuries further. You wanted him fully healed before putting his body through vigorous movements. It had been so long that Eddie felt like he was going to cum in his pajama pants from the mere sight of your soft, supple skin.

“You alright?” you’d been speaking, but he hadn’t heard a word, too enraptured by your beauty and grace to do much of anything. You turned to him, crossing your arms over your chest and pushing your breasts together even more temptingly. Fuck. You were going to be the sweet, sweet death of him, “Eddie?”

“Fine,” but his voice gave him away, climbing about two octaves higher than it normally was, “all good.”

“Mhmm,” you just shook your head softly before turning back to the counter, “were you even listening to what I was saying?”

“Of course,” he scoffed dramatically, despite the fact that it was a flat out lie.

“What was I just saying then?” you didn’t even have to turn around to know he had the most guilty look on his face. You hummed in amusement before continuing to cut up vegetables, “mhmm. That’s what I thought.”

“It’s not my fault!” he insisted firmly, “you’re out here looking like that - like fucking sin - and expect me to function? Unfair. A game I will always lose.”

“Edward,” you teased and looked over your shoulder, giving him a wink, “soon.”

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You could feel his eyes practically glued to you. He was intensely watching your every move as you got ready for bed. You hadn’t meant to tease him, at least not at first, but you decided to have a little fun with it. You made a show of stripping off your shorts and panties, walking around nude on the bottom as you grabbed a pair of his boxers and slipping them on. Your top was next and you made sure to turn to him, offering a quick smile before tugging on a large, loose t-shirt, effectively obscuring your shape. He huffed at that.

You put your hair up and walked to the bathroom to take off your makeup, knowing that he was sitting there and stewing. You’d make it up to him, that was the plan anyway - you’d offer him a blowjob in his time of need. You took your sweet time, longer than you usually would be slowly making your way back to the bedroom. As soon as you entered the room, you spotted Eddie sitting up and leaning against the headboard with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Hey baby,” your voice was a gentle whisper as you got ready to slide into the bed next to him. He put his hand in your spot and shook his head, a pouty little frown on his features, “what’s wrong?”

“You,” he hissed through gritted teeth, “are you a menace.”

“Eddie,” you kissed his cheek before he could pull away, “I’m sorry - I couldn’t help it. But I’ll make it up to you.”

“Yeah?” his eyes lit up with excitement and internally you sighed; you wanted to have to sex, but you were more worried about hurting him. It just didn’t seem like it was worth the risk to you, “does that mean we can finally….have sex?”

“I…can I offer you a nice sloppy bj in this trying time?” you teased softly and his expression faltered ever so slightly. You ran a hand through his hair and sighed lightly, “Eddie. It’s not that I don’t want to, because I really, really want to. I’m just…scared. I don’t want to hurt you and I’m just afraid that something will happen to you. If I hurt you or something happened, I’d never forgive myself. You’re almost there…soon.”

He couldn’t bring myself to look at you - mostly because he didn’t want you think he was mad or upset or that he though you were obligated to have sex with him. He just missed being so physically close and intimate with you. He missed having all of you.

“Sure,” he nodded before pulling the blankets up higher, “soon.”

You laid down next to him, turning off the light, leaving only the soft night light in the corner on. It bathed the room in a soft glow and made Eddie look practically ethereal. You stayed still in silence for a few minutes before you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Eddie,” you rolled onto your side to face him and found that he was already turned towards you, a curious expression on his face, “I…promise me we’ll stop if it hurts or anything feels off?”

“I promise-”

“Swear it on sweetheart,” you insisted firmly, and he laughed lightly. Next to you, his guitar was easily his favorite thing, “I’m being serious! Do it.”

“I swear on sweetheart that if anything feels wrong or off we’ll stop,” he sounded so ridiculously giddy but you could tell that he was being honest, “but baby, we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I want to,” you insisted softly, “trust me…I really do.”

Before he could say anything else, you leaned in and captured his lips with yours, kissing him with a gentle urgency. He kissed you right back, already softly moaning into your mouth. It had been a long, long time since you’d kissed him or been kissed like this. You hadn’t realized just how much you had missed it. Eddie sat back up and propped himself against the headboard, cushioned by some pillows before reaching over and pulling you into his lap.

“Fuck, you’re so soft and pretty,” he mumbled as he kissed you anywhere that he could reach. He kissed along your jaw and down your neck, biting at the delicate skin to leave behind a haze of lavender bruises. You bit your lip to keep from being too loud, but Eddie was having none of, “oh pretty baby, don’t hold back. Let me hear you, let me relearn all those pretty sounds you make.”

“Feels good,” you whispered against his lips as his hands settled under the shirt and on your waist, warm on the supple flesh there, “missed how touch me.”

He silently tugged on the bottom of your shirt, silently asking for permission to take it off. You answered him by taking it off yourself and tossing somewhere onto the floor. You heard him inhale sharply as he looked you over. He reached up and touched your breasts, massaging them gently, “missed touching you.”

“Eddie, please,” you could feel the grin on his face as he leaned and took your nipple in his mouth, sucking on the soft skin and causing you to arch into his touch. You were trying your best to be cognizant of his wounds, but your mind was already feeling hazy. It had been so long since he’d touched you. You could feel that you were getting wetter and wetter with each passing moment and you couldn’t help but lightly grind against him.

“Good girl,” he praised softly, lavishing the other breast with the same attention.You carded a hand through his dark curls, gently scratching at his scalp as you leaned into him, “there you go. Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

“So are you,” he always reminded you of how beautiful you were, and you wanted him to know that you felt the exact same way about him. Sometimes he’d had a hard time believing it before all of the business in the upside down, but now it was even harder, especially on days when he was feeling low. But you’d always thought he was the best damn thing and vowed to make him realize that. He leaned into your touch and you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, “wanna make you feel good, Eds.”

“I know,” he rasped against your ear, “fuck, wanna be all over you but I have to be inside of you. Please?”

“Are you sure, my love?” you took his face ever so gently in your hands, making sure that he knew exactly what he was asking for. He nodded, pretty brown eyes almost black with his lust and hunger for you, “take it easy, yeah?”

“Sweetheart,” he let out a long exhale, his hands settling on your hips in a tight grip. You wondered if you would be sporting finger shaped bruises tomorrow - part of you really hoped so, “I’ll try. But it’s been over two months since I’ve had you, and I’m just going to try not to blow my load immediately.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” you shook your head softly, gently turning his face so he was looking up at you, “it’s been a while for both of us, it’s okay. It doesn’t matter, what matters is being together. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he agreed with a nervous chuckle; his heart felt lighter knowing that you weren’t going to judge him for anything. Not that he believed you ever would, but the reassurance was still nice, “I love you.”

“I love you,” you promised, sitting up slightly so you could push your sleep shorts and underwear down your legs. You almost fell in the process, clumsy as ever, but causing you both to laugh, “I guess I’m rustier at this than I thought.”

Eddie’s eyes almost bugged out at the sight of you naked and perched on his legs. His hand was already absentmindedly stroking the soft skin of your thigh as you tugged at the hem of his shirt. You could see the flash of hesitation in his eyes before he slowly nodded and let you pull his shirt off. You quickly did so and tossed it to the side to join your clothes in the growing pile. You knew that he was watching your expression closely to see how you were going to react to his body, but he found nothing but adoration in his eyes.

“Terrible?”

“Terribly handsome,” you insisted, reaching for the waistband of his boxers. You could tell just how hard he was from the way they were tented, “is this okay?”

“Fuck, yes, please,” he was almost ready to beg, wanting nothing more than to be buried inside of you. You eagerly complied, hooking your fingers in the elastic waistband and tugging them down his legs. He was almost painfully hard, precum already leaking from his tip. There was something exhilarating about both of you being naked and vulnerable in front of each other; it felt so incredibly intimate, “baby.”

“Do you want me to s-”

“No,” needless to say, that was the fastest he’d ever said not to a blowjob, “n-not right now. Just wanna be inside of you.”

“I’ll give you a raincheck on that,” you leaned in and nudged your nose against his, “you know I’d never say no to you.”

“Are you wet enough or…” you cut him off but grabbing his hand, using two of his long, thick fingers and dragging them through your soaked cunt. He moaned lightly at the feeling; needless to say, you were definitely wet enough, “fuck baby, all for me?”

“Always,” you grinned softly, “all for you. C’mere.”

You ran your thumb over the head of his cock and and gathered the precum before using it as you gave him a few slow strokes. The look on his face looked somewhere between agony and pure heaven as he lightly bucked into your touch, “keep doing that and I’m going to cum in your hand.”

“It’s okay, Eddie,” you cooed softly, kissing his cheek as he hissed lightly at the feeling, “you can let go.”

“I-I would,” he was breathing heavily, which only managed to turn you on more, “b-but I don’t know if I’ll have enough energy for another round and I really want to cum in you. Will you let me do that, baby?”

“Yeah,” you promised softly, brain going fuzzy at the idea, “okay.”

You shifted up and slowly dragged his thick cock through your folds, before guiding him to your entrance. You slowly sank down on him, both of you moaning at the sensation as you took him all the way. Eddie ran a hand over his face, trying to control himself, “you feel so good. Missed this so much.”

“Me too,” you promised softly, “you feel so good, so big.”

You braced yourself on the headboard, not wanting to put an extra weight of pressure on him, before slowly starting to move. It felt clumsy and uncoordinated after not having done this for so long and needing to get back into it. You laughed at yourself, but Eddie only looked at you with big, soft eyes, “baby, baby, baby. You’re - fuck - doing so good.”

“Feels good,” you agreed as you bounced on his cock, breasts in his face, which only made him grab them and play with them. You arched into his touch, a breathy moan escaped your lips, “yes, just like that, Eddie.”

The boy couldn’t help himself, and started to buck his hips up, meeting you movement for movement. It felt so good to have him again, to feel him all over you, to feel that delicious familiar warmth start to tingle through your limbs that you almost didn’t hear his little whimper. You stopped suddenly and looked at him with concern, and you saw the tears glistening in his eyes.

“Eddie,” you let out a small sigh, upset to see him hurt - this was exactly what you had been trying to avoid, “oh honey. This was what I didn’t want to happen.”

“‘s okay,” he insisted but the grimace on his face suggested otherwise, “please, don’t stop. Feels so good.”

“Eddie,” you touched his face, gently stroking his cheek, “are you sure?”

“Yes,” he took your hand and kissed your knuckles, “don’t want to keep avoiding doing stuff just because it hurts a little. It’ll get better in time, it’s already better. But right now, I just want this.”

“My sweet boy,” you relaxed on top, sitting back before slowly moving again, keeping your eyes locked on his, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” he whispered, moving with you, but slowly and gently this time, “‘m not gonna last.”

“It’s okay,” you trusted yourself to wrap your arms around his neck as you pulled him close. You could see the blissed out look on his face, “let go, Eddie. Cum for me.”

He buried his face in your neck, spilling inside of you with a soft cry, his hips slowly ceasing their movement as you felt the warmth inside you. But Eddie was never one to cum alone, and moved to play with your clit, which gave that last little push that you needed to cum to. A pretty moan escaped dripped from your lips as your walls clenched around him and you whispered his name like a prayer as he worked you through your release.

The look on his face was nothing short of beautiful as you both came down from your highs, trying to catch your breaths. You kissed him, nothing rushed or intense, just pure sweetness; you could feel him smiling against your lips.

“That was…awesome,” he grinned as you giggled at him, shaking your head with affection, “had me feeling like a damn virgin again.”

“Same here,” you admitted, “are you okay, my love? Really?”

“Yes,” he promised, “I’m good - really fucking good honestly. Let’s never wait that long again, yeah?”

“Definitely not,” you agreed, before feeling your face warm up under his reverent gaze, “can we…can we stay like this for a while?”

“Of course, angel,” he whispered, “we can stay like this forever.”

“I don’t know about forever…”

“As long as you want,” he kissed the crown of your head as he slowly laid back down with you on top of him, “I love you. Thank you for everything.”

“I love you too, Eddie. Munson.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson one shot #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader

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byuntrash101 · 1 year

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final lap

reader x dom!sunwoo

smut | nsfw | mdni

racer!sunwoo is kinda mean and big, thigh riding, dry humping, sir kink, orgasm control, orgasm denial, hair pulling, begging, edging, praising, impact play, humiliation, degradation (slut, whore, bitch in heat), a tad of self degradation, multiple orgasm, creampie, cum play,

requested | part of my 2023 prompts event [closed]

after a race there's only one thing that can ease sunwoo's nerves...

[❛ no ones here. we can be as loud as we want. ❜ + ❛ you can be rough. i can take it. ❜]

TUMBLR IS BASED ON REBLOGS. PLEASE REBLOG MY WORK 🖤

a/n: this is inspired by this ✨glorious post✨ sunwoo graced us with. when i saw it knew i had to write racer!sunwoo. look at those thighs!! tell me im not the only one losing it for the thighs and veiny forearms!!

There was something about the speed that put Sunwoo in a sort of trance. Ever since he was a boy he aspired to be a racer. It was his calling.

And tonight after winning the race of a lifetime is not different.

Even now sitting in the changing rooms, after the press conference, after being handed out the platinum cup he was still feeling the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He still felt the strain that was put on his body with every abrupt acceleration. He still felt his body shifting through every single dangerous turn. It was like he was still on the track, swallowing laps after laps, until the last one.

This was Sunwoo’s experience after every race. And after every race he found that one thing was bringing him back down, pulling his mind out of the haze.

A quick jerk off.

You knew that. You knew that he liked to catch a few minutes of peace after a race to blow off some steam. But now that you’ve been dating for a few months you figured that maybe you could help him out this time.

When you knock on the door while your heart is hammering against your ribs. You don’t want to come across as annoying but maybe he really does enjoy doing it himself.

“Come in” you hear the voice of your boyfriend from the other side, annoyance tinting his voice.

“Ah it’s you” he says, surprised features relaxing slightly upon seeing you.

You sigh in relief when he seems to not be bothered by your visit. You lightly strut over to where he is sitting, your skirt lightly flowing around you. Somehow he seems embarrassed.

“Hmm…y/n” he starts off hesitantly. “I’m not… done… here” he says carefully.

Instantly your eyes shift down to his crotch. You try your best not to look too avidly at the veiny forearms resting so close to his bulge and failing miserably as your tongue swipes over your lower lip.

“Yes about that…I came to offer my help” you announce wearing a bright smile.

“That’s cute, baby but no, it’s ok you know I…”

You knew Sunwoo was going to need a little convincing so you thought of a plan. Your hands swiftly went under your skirt and without an ounce of hesitation you slid your baby blue panties down your legs, letting them pool at your ankles.

Sunwoo cut himself off as he watched the blue article of clothing fall to the ground and how your skirt scooted up your waist as you lifted your legs to step out of it. You were never this bold with him and he felt himself twitch at the thought of knowing that the only thing that was guarding your precious center from his eager eyes was this skimpy little skirt.

“Please Sunwoo” you pouted as you walked up to him. “Let me help you” you whined as you straddled one of his thighs repressing a moan when you felt the thick leather of his racing gear press against your unclothed folds.

Sunwoo watched you in awe, completely silenced by this brand new side of you he had never known.

You started to rock your hips on his thigh, hissing at the pleasurable friction. While Sunwoo let his hand slip on your thigh, fingers firmly wrapped around it.

You were not suspecting that if you still had a secret for Sunwoo it was the same for him. The reason why he always isolated himself after a race was because he didn’t have it in him to be the tender and affectionate lover he normally was. The adrenaline changed his brain chemistry and turned him into something a lot more primal. Something you might be scared of.

And right now you were making it very difficult for him to hold it off.

“Fuckkkk” he cursed under his breath when he saw the glistening mess you were making on his leg. And you felt his muscles tighten underneath you, making you whimper.

Sunwoo sunk his nails in your fleshy thighs as he heard you, only being able to guess how swollen and pretty your pussy was, the skirt still hiding you from him. But somehow that made him even more riled up. He wanted to rip it off you right now.

“Sunwoo, please” you asked one more time, your hands landing on his bulge, palming it lightly but before you could unzip his pants he catched your wrist in his hand. His grip was strong, a lot stronger than usual. When you raised your eyes to look at him, his chest was rising and falling rapidly and his gaze was dark, raw lust pooling in his orbs, the burning desire contorting his face in an almost painful expression.

“Y/n don’t make this hard for me” he breathed out, deep voice shaking slightly. Trying his best to keep the monster at bay.

“It’s okay” you start, smiling back at him. “You can be rough, I can take it” you assure. Sunwoo’s eyes go round in surprise. Did you pick up on why he was acting the way he was? Did you pick up on the side of himself he was so badly trying to hide from you?

“Y/n… I-” his grip grew even tighter around your wrist.

“Please. Sunwoo. I can handle it”

This is the last straw for the racer. He won one battle today. Maybe he can give this one to you.

As soon as he gives up the atmosphere around him changes, the tension goes up a notch.

Sunwoo let go of your wrist to grab a fistfull of your hair, harshly pulling on it making your head fall back.

“Can you really handle me?” He hissed through gritted teeth while you felt his member twitch under your fingertips. Your breath is short, a hot wave of arousal rushing to your groin as you felt the delectable sting on your scalp.

“Yes sir” you reply in a mere whisper, your hips working themselves back on his thigh. Instinctively yearning for friction as your lust for him grew again.

Sunwoo smirked at the title. It was the first time you called him like that and he could see himself getting used to it very fast.

As you noticed Sunwoo’s change of attitude you started to rock yourself harder on his thighs. Making an even wetter mess.

“Good little whore” Sunwoo praised while his free hand went down to palm over his restricted bulge. Instantly your eyes snapped back down to avidly look at your boyfriend’s busy hand. But he tightens his grip around your hair, yanking it harshly to catch your attention.

“No.” he clicked his tongue. “Look at me. Look me in the eyes” he commanded and you obliged. “Show me how your slutty little cunt pulse on my thigh” he propped his chin to your skirt still resting over you, shielding you from his brown orbs.

Hesitantly you reached for the hem of your skirt and you slowly lift the thin fabric. Sunwoo’s smirk grows wider while his eyes take a darker tone, an evil glint lighting his gaze.

“What a good little slut” he praised in a low rumble, pressing harder on his cock, growling when he felt himself leaking precum for you.

“Come on harder” he ordered as he tensed his thigh again, hand leaving your hair to push on your hips, strong grip conducting each of your movements until your mind was only a hazy mess, mindlessly wrecking yourself on your boyfriend’s thigh.

“You gonna cum?”

“Yesss” you sing in bliss, feeling your lower stomach becoming tighter and tighter with the familiar build up. Sunwoo pressed harder on your hips while you moaned without restrain completely forgetting about the thin walls of the changing room.

“You gonna be a good girl?” he asked again, hands going softer on your side.

“Yessssss” you hissed, your release being within reach, your mind barely able to form the simple word.

“Then you’re not gonna cum” Sunwoo suddenly says and your half lidded eyes snap back to him. Your eyebrows meet on your forehead in need when you notice him being dead serious. “Only whores cum humping their boyfriend’s leg like a bitch in heat” his voice is cold, cutting, ruthless.

“Sunw- Sir… please” you whine, unable to stop the intoxicating back and forth.

“I said” he wraps both his hands around your narrow neck. “No” he firmly states. His hands barely press on your throat but the glacial eyes and the commanding tone is enough to bend your mind. You whine in defeat as your hips slowly come to a stop. Red, swollen and aching cunt visibly pulsating on the leather.

Before you can even mourn the loss of your climax Sunwoo is back pulling at your hair.

“Up” he says, guiding you by the hair then pulling you down until you are on all fours. “Clean your mess” he shoves your face on the slimy puddle you left behind. You stick your tongue, gliding it over the smooth leather, ready to do anything for him. Completely fucked out your mind, you don’t think anymore only your body reacts.

In a matter of seconds you manage to completely erase any trace of the sinful thing you were doing moments ago, the taste of your own arousal making your head spin and your heart pound.

“That’s my good girl” Sunwoo praised, drawing soothing circles on your heated cheeks. “Good girls get rewarded” he whispered as his gentle hand guided your face to his groin. You whimpered as you pressed your cheek to the concealed object of your desire. Your arousal dripping down your thighs.

“‘s that what you want baby”? his honey voice made your center quiver.

“Yess” you purred in bliss feeling the heat of his cock through the thick leather.

You heard him chuckle as his hand unzipped the racing pants. He shimmied them on his thigh and you saw the glorious print of his shaft under his gray briefs. You swallowed thickly, eager to finally lay eyes on him. He also pulled his underwear down revealing the thick member clapping against his stomach you lightly gasp in awe.

He lazily strokes it a couple times in his veiny fist while you watch in a trance.

Then he gets up and guides you to bend over the chair, both your knees on the cushion and your elbows resting to the back of it. With a flick of the wrist he flipped your skirt up your back to uncover your ass. He smacked his lips in anticipation while he guided his tip on your drenched folds. The hot tip glided smoothly over your already over sensitive clit. You held your breath while he teased you. Biting your lip to keep yourself from begging.

“Such patience” he praised before you felt his large palm slap your ass cheek, the unexpected pain pulling a moan from your lips.

“Want this cock baby?” he asked as he started to push himself in.

“Yes please Sir” you politely ask, doing your best not to wiggle your hips to get him to fill you up faster.

“Good girl” he moaned as he bottomed out. His tip perfectly pressing on your sweet spot with this angle. You hissed, your fingers curling around the back chair. “I’m going to fuck your brains out” he growled. And the promise made your stomach knot.

He didn’t waste time to keep his word. He started to plow into you, pulling all the way out just to smash himself back in.

You started to squeal in pleasure as your cunt desperately held on to Sunwoo’s length rearranging your guts with every thrust.

“Good girl. That's it. Squeal for me” he grunted, strong grip bruising your hips. “No ones here. we can be as loud as we want.”

But everytime you grew closer to your release, every time he heard you go high pitched, every time he felt you pulse around him he would slow down, going down to a painfully slow rhythm. Thrusts merely teasing your eager walls as they pulsed and demanded more.

It made his cock twitch inside you when he heard your desperate whimpers and your disappointed sighs. He loved to torture you. And he intended to toy with you just like this until you couldn’t take it anymore. Until you broke.

After what felt like hours you finally voiced out your frustration.

“Sir please” you started timidly.

“What baby?” he asked, his honeyed tone letting your ear the smirk that was spreading on his lips from behind you. “What’s wrong?” he fainted worry.

“Please…” you were out of breath, exhausted. “I want to cum” you sighed.

“Awww. Want? what an ugly word” he said as he completely stopped. Dick deep into you but completely still. Somehow this was even worse. You started to whine and wiggle your hips yearning for any kind of friction again, even the slow pace. You needed something, anything.

“Please let me cum Sir” you pleaded, your voice trembling in need. When Sunwoo started to move slowly again a strangled moan escaped you.

“But baby only whores beg to cum like that” he says rubbing soothing circles over your ass as he picks up the pace ever so slightly, making your center quiver. “is that what you are?”

You stayed silent, teeth sinking into your bottom lip while you tried to regain a semblance of sanity. But Sunwoo gave you one single violent thrust to keep you in your trance, earning a high pitched moan.

“Are you a whore baby?” he repeated being as taunting as ever.

And you just couldn’t take it anymore.

“Yess” you shouted in defeat. “I’m a whore Sir. I’m your little dirty whore” you started to push your ass back and forth on his cock, Sunwoo didn’t stop you he enjoyed seeing you break. “Now please fuck me like the fucking slut I am.” you sobbed, completely giving in.

Without another word he went back to the brutal and exhilarating pace. You completely lost it, abandoning your body and mind to his cock. You moaned and screamed without restrain.

“Cum. Now, slut” he ordered as he landed a couple more spanks on your red ass.

And the pain rocketed you over the edge. Diving head first in the blissful abyss. Walls quivering on Sunwoo’s thick dick. Climaxing so deliciously as he came inside you, delivering thick ropes of white thick cum inside your needy little hole that was milking him to the last drop.

As soon as he pulled out your legs gave out and you collapsed on the chair, gooey cum lazily dripping out your worn out and shapeless cunt.

Sunwoo stroked your hair affectionately.

“You were right baby” he pressed a kiss on your hairline “you handled me perfectly”.

a/n: thank you for reading guys. feedback is soooo greatly appreciated if you enjoyed drop a comment or an ask. i wuv u <3

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hobies-princealbert · 9 months

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having fontaine as a boyfriend hcs | (this is a long one y'all)

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♤ fontaine is a very stoic man. he prefers to be reserved, only speaking a few words at a time when necessary. keep to yourself, you keep yourself alive. that's his motto. that's just life in the glen period.

♤ so everyone in his immediate circle was kinda taken back when you were spotted in the passenger seat of his car, one too many times. no one really hung round taine like except junebug. so no one expected him to actually get a girlfriend. a ting of the side, yes. but a girlfriend....nah.

"yo taine, who's that gurl we see you hangin' 'round? i ain' go hold you she fine asf" one of his 'buddies' straight up ask his boss what everyone's been thinking for weeks.

"my girl" he answered without missing a beat.

"by girl you mean main bitch right? i see you boss. how many more girls you got?"

"just the one. that's all i need" since then everyone in the glen knew you as taine's girl.

♤ if you were wondering how you guys met, it was a simple infatuation turned relationship. he was the regular plug for your brother, and would come by every once in a while. you rarely spoke to each other, just stole glances at each other for a while.

♤ fontaine knew he was only there for business. but he couldn't help actually looking forward to when your brother called, cause that meant he would get to see you again. things slowly progressed to the point he started coming over even when your brother didn't call. now yall are dating.

♤ he is a surprisingly attentive and supportive partner. if you have anything bothering you, you can always lean on him. he's not good on advice, but taine's a great listener and knows how to cheer you up. whether it's a late night drive, or stuffing your face over at his house on the couch, he'll do everything he can to make his girl smile again. and god help anyone makes you upset.

♤ despite his rough exterior and line of work, taine's super gentle with you. he'll open the car door for you, offer you food even if you just ate, and drive you anywhere you need to go, especially at night. he knows the glen ain't safe, he can't risk it especially with his reputation.

♤ he also doesn't mind buying you stuff too. he's not kingpin rich, but he's not broke that's for sure. from a simple drink at the corner store to a pair of gold earrings from the pawn shop. he buys, no debate.

♤ to many, he's an outwardly emotionless man. rarely expresses an emotion besides annoyance and anger. even slick, who's known him since grade school ain't never seen him smile before. but you have. yup you saw fontaine's laugh himself to tears. though the reason wasn't idle, you vividly how he looked when he genuinely smiled.

"t-taine that's not funny, i almost DIED. shut upppp" he snorted as you smacked his arm. you dipped you head on his shoulder in embarrassment cause he was still laughing at you.

"wha' ma- you expect me not to laugh at that shi' you just pulled. calm down you aight" he took back the blunt that nearly choked you out cause you wanted to look bad infront of your boyfriend.

taine knew you weren't that much of a smoker and smoked a blunt every once in a blue moon, or when you really needed one. so it surprised him when you walked over and took the blunt that was resting between his lips and took a drag.

a fast, deep drag, that he knew damn sure your lungs were not prepared for. so when you bursted into a fit of coughs, he couldn't help but laugh his ass off.

don't worry after he cooled down, he rubbed your back and assure you at you were still that baddest bitch on the block. even if you couldn't smoke a blunt.

♤ supppperr touchy. doesn't matter time or place. he has to have his hand resting on you, he just wants to make sure that of he turns his head your still there, and that your real.

♤ he introduced you to junebug once and ever since then he could never shake the thought of making you a mom one day. i know he doesn't look it but he's very family oriented person. he hopes to have one day. but that's a story for another day.

♤ he loves you. he won't out right say it but just by the way he treats you and looks out for you like no other, trust me he simply adores you. that nigga would take a bullet for you cause to him you're absolutely perfect.

#fontaine x reader #they cloned tyrone #fontaine x black reader #☆° via writes °☆

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berrieluv · 2 years

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Matt Murdock and younger!reader. cw. bimbo reader because why not? we're fulfilling my dream of being a white man's stupid hoe. this is pure fluff, honestly, just a bit of angst in a cut but quickly resolved. also mentions of sex. this is boring but I'm sorry I really need love and affection.

Matt looked at you and blinked a few times, it was a wonder for him how you had no filter when it came to things.

"But you can't be blind" You told him, a few dates later into your relationship. He was amused on how you didn't catch the man you were dating was blind. Yes, he knew he managed life pretty well with all his senses "I saw you fighting against those men at the bar who were saying nasty things to me... And you won!"

You say, as if it was unbelievable, which he knew it kinda was. It wasn't everyday that a blind man fights five men and wins.

"Plus, you being blind is so sad" You pout, and he frowns at your words "You can't see how pretty you are..." You close your mouth a little and then your eyes open wide; "You can't see how pretty I am!"

You panicked and Matt chuckled, sensing your concern in the atmosphere.

"Oh" He starts, soft voice and taking your hand in his "I know how pretty you are" You smile "I can tell"

"How? You can't see me" You pouted "And I don't mean 'your personality is nice' type of pretty, Matt" You look at him and get closer, he can feel your breathing in his face "I really am pretty. Like, you should see me..."

"I believe you"

"But like..." You make a smirk "Like are you really blind? Or you... Is like partially blind? Like would you get your vision back? Or you just have to live like that?"

"I've been blind most of my life. Since I was a kid, actually"

"So... you never got to see Reese Whiterspoon in Legally Blonde?"

"Not one of my biggest concerns but no, I didn't"

"But it's a film of cult!" You said "If I describe it to you, would you watch it?"

"Only for you"

You chuckle, knowing Matt is in a chokehold because of you. It haven't been long since the both of you started dating, but it was, however, a surprise for almost everyone that you even started dating.

When his best friend made a joke about Matt being blind, you legit thought he meant the kind of blind people always call men... you never thought of it in a literal way.

"You're so wrapped around my little finger, it's embarrassing" You smile "And you can't even see how pretty I am" You gasp "I'll be walking you like a dog if you could see my beauty"

Matt drops a loud laugh, because from all the people in the world, he seemed to have find the only one who could make his blindness about themselves. And it didn't bother him, he was happy that you were able to treat him as a normal person. And if he thinks about it long enough, he was treated like a 'complete' man, for long enough, before you found out he couldn't see.

Suddenly, you 'wow' "That's why you're always wearing those ugly glasses!"

"Matthew Murcock"

You yell while entering his office and Foggy looks at Matt at the sudden change of his name.

"I have no idea where she got that from" He says, smiling.

That was the day after the first time you ever had sex, when opened the door you look at Foggy, then at Matt and pout, completely forgetting he couldn't see you.

"Foggy, get out"

Matt says and you smile, walking to him as fast as Foggy leaves the office. You kneel in front of him and rest your head in his thigh; fuck you were needing him.

"Baby, you know we can't do that stuff around here. It's my office, baby" He smiles.

"You wouldn't say the same if you knew how pretty I look"

"Oh, I just know you look fucking pretty" He says, taking your body and sitting you on his lap "You wore a skirt and everything" You nod "I guess I can put my fingers inside if you like"

You nod desperately and open your legs, Matt only laughs at your neediness and starts to work.

"Mattheeeeeew"

You cry as you reach him in his bedroom, he was calm and breathing slowly, his chest going up and down and unconsciously flexing his muscles. He opened his eyes as soon as he heard you entered his flat.

"Yes, dear?" He asks, peacefully, ignoring the tone of your voice that adverts you're looking forward to create drama.

"Why didn't you call me?" He lets out a groan when you sit on top of his naked torso and put your hands on his chest "I let a sticky-note asking for you to call me as soon as you were back" You pouted.

"Darling..." He starts, calmly "How am I suppose to see that?"

"What do you mean 'how'... with your eyes, Matth–" You pout "I see..." He chuckles and you shake your head "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it"

"It's fine, pretty girl"

"But I'm always so reckless" You cry, letting your head fall into his pectorals "I'm reminding you all the time that you can't see"

"It's not like I can forget it, my love"

"Yeah, you're right"

You chuckle in his chest and he feels his shorts getting a little tighter. He doesn't want to point it out, how could he when you're sharing such an intimate and cute moment. And he was sure you wouldn't notice, hell, if she didn't notice I was blind, how would she notice an erection; was what he thought the first time you gave him a boner. And what he seems to remember every time now that you give him one by accident.

The first time ever you and Matthew have a fight it's complicated. You believe he was on edge before you and him got together that day, he arrived to your department a bit more serious. This time there wasn't a kiss, or a hug, or a single word.

You were yourself at the gala he asked you a few weeks ago to go with him, but it seemed like it wasn't someone he wanted you to be. He pressed tighter your arm every time you joked, but you took that as an action he was making to decease his worries, never could you think it was because of you, since your personality was never a problem.

"What is your fucking problem?" He asked, storming into his flat, his steps were heavy and loud and you just looked at him, shyly, the first time ever you felt shy around Matt. "You couldn't just act like a mature person, couldn't you? You have to let out your childish annoying personality in one of the most important nights of my career"

"I'm sorry"

You say, with a small voice, almost afraid to ask.

"Yeah" He says, finding himself the glass and the wine he always leave in the same place, to pour himself one. "You're always fucking sorry but I never see you change anything about yourself" He hears the glass breaking into the floor and he frowns, looking directly at where he sensed you. "Did you fucking moved the glass?"

You were scared to say yes, not at Matt, you couldn't be scared of him, but now, you weren't feeling him as your Matt.

"You always do this, why do I even bother having a house if you're gonna do whatever the fuck you want with MY stuff" He walks to the room and you follow him, silent, fidgeting your fingers "I would have chose any other woman if I knew you were going to act like a fucking child!"

You feel your eyes watering and you look at him, finally saying, with a small broken voice; "Why are you talking to me like this?"

Before Matt could answer with another mean comment, he smell your tears falling on your cheeks and he felt bad. Because it wasn't your fault he has been on edge all day. Because he knew you were younger than him and it never seemed to be a problem until one of the lawyers pointed out how young and pretty you were to date someone like him.

How could you ever please her if you're blind.

"Baby... love... I'm so sorry" He says, pressing his fists against his eyes and then opening his arms "I'm so sorry, you don't, you don't deserve this. I'm– I've been better than this, you deserve better than this, my darling love, I'm an asshole"

"You are" You slowly say, letting him wrap his arms around your body "But I like you anyways"

"And I'm so lucky for that"

You nod, knowing he was in fact lucky you pulled out with this shit and you didn't leave the room immediately.

"You were being mean"

"I know, I know" He says, holding you closer to him and letting your body and his fall into the mattress. "I was just so mean to my pretty girl"

And since that, Matt made sure everything that could involve you in a fight was gone. Of course, you had the typical arguments a couple has, but you never kept them for too long. You were way too distracted and it wasn't like he wanted to keep the fight going. Not when you looked so pretty.

The first time he ever saw you mad, was so ridiculously cute, you always got mad about the bloody same thing, and Matthew couldn't take you seriously anymore.

"Why are you so f-stubborn?" You stop yourself at the curse word, and Matt smiled, knowing you're not one to curse. You were organizing both of your clothes in the closet "I always tell you the clothes go ordered by color, Matt" You cry and throw one of his shirt at him.

"Princess..." He starts, that's the pet name he choose to call you when he was about to correct something you said "How am I supposed to know that green and red are not the same?"

You're ready to yell at him again until it hits you, he can't really know. "It's imposible to get mad at you"

You pout, and he opens his arms while laughing. "C'mon, my pretty dumb girl"

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock angst #matt murdock smut #matt murdock one shot #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x y/n #daredevil x reader #daredevil x female reader #daredevil x you

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astraysimp · 4 months

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Meant to Be-9mitm

♡ Hi everyone! I am back with, what is sadly, the last chapter of 9mitm. 🙁

This has been truly such a joy for me to write and I have thoroughly looked forward to each Friday to put these pieces out for you guys. I want to say thank you to everyone who has shown both @straykeedz and I love on this collaboration. It really does mean the world to both of us. HOWEVER, this DOES NOT mean that dad!skz is over. No no, there is so much more to come! I hope you guys will look forward to it! (also me and ms. straykeedz and one of our other dear friends may or may not be planning a collab that will be on my smut page @singsangseung– please look forward to it, IF YOU ARE OF AGE)

I want to give my pookie bear bestie @straykeedz a MASSIVE MASSIVE shoutout though. So, Bee, my bestie, my pookie bear…thank you so so so so much for making this collaboration happen. I remember us initially planning and discussing this baby MONTHS ago and to have finally finished her has been such a dream come true. It has been such a dream and honor and pleasure to work with you on this, pookie. Not only in the writing and collab aspect, but thank you for being my best friend. I genuinely am so glad that we made this happen and have become such close friends, even if we live so far apart. Your writing is so beautiful and i can only hope to be as amazing as you are, one day. You are such a lovely person, through and through. You hold such a dear place in my heart, the binnie to my minnie forever. I love you so so so much, pooks. Hopefully maybe, we shall collab again in the future. But, big big bug hugs and lots of love from me to you, bee!( please don’t cry reading this…..or I’ll cry too….or maybe let’s cry together)

OKAY OKAY OKAY BACK TO THE WRITING,.......just had to simp for my pookie real quick ….DEUCES

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♡Summary: you didn’t mean to fall in love with your childhood best friend…much less did you expect to have a baby with him

♡Warnings: childhood best friends to lovers! Jeongin, dad!innie, pet names, MARSHMALLOW FLUFF, kinda angst( if you count exes giving I.N and y/n ultimatums), fem!reader, mad I.N, cursing, italicized text refers to the past

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There was never a point in your life where Jeongin wasn’t there. In fact, he had been in your life since the two of you were still in the womb. Your mothers were best friends, and had somehow gotten pregnant at the same time. That, obviously, meant that the babies(you and Jeongin) would be best friends, as well. Heck, your mothers had a shared baby shower, shared gender reveal party and had managed to give birth a day apart.

So, all in all, you and Jeongin have always been attached at the hip inseparable. (And, your mothers secretly hoped you two would date some day)

Growing up, you were each others’ first friends, other than your siblings. Of course you would be, you two were raised together, practically siblings at that point. It never bothered you, how close you two were. The two of you were two peas in a pod, the peanut butter to the other’s jelly. You were always playing together, laughing together, crying together, sticking up for one another.

The thing was, the older you grew, the more friendly affectionate you got– cuddling, hugs, hand holding, him defending you from bullies– but it was platonic.Or so it seemed at the time, which you wouldn’t realize until later on. You and Jeongin were always adamant on that. But, what you and him saw as platonic others saw as flirting. It being “too close to be just friendly.”

When you and jeongin were in high school, you each had a couple of boyfriends or girlfriends. And, every time they had given you or him the ultimatum of me or them. And without a shadow of a doubt, every time, you had chosen one another. Claiming, “boyfriends and girlfriends come and go. But, we’re forever,” and forever, you were.

One memory, however, was clear in your mind. Jeongin had been dating his girlfriend, Hyerin, for about 2 months. She never liked you, but never up front would tell you why. You just felt it. In the way she looked at you, tried to separate you and Jeongin, excluded you from plans. It was clear as day. Jeongin hated the fact that his girlfriend didn’t like his best friend. The reasons she wouldn’t tell you, she did tell Jeongin, though. “You and y/n are way too close.” “She's so into you, and you don’t tell her to stop.” “You’re always with her, more than with me.” all of which, he argued back with, “we’ve literally grown up together, of course we’re close,” “I’m with you all the time, Hyerin,” “she’s not into me, we’re just friends. I’ve already told you that!”

That one day, it was the end of school and you had been making your way to where Jeongin’s locker was located, excited to hang out and grab snacks at the local convenience store. But, as you were approaching, you could see Jeongin standing there, his back turned to you, while Hyerin stood opposite of him. They were arguing and luckily you had been out of eyesight.

“Jeong, she’s way too close to you for you to be just friends!” She had yelled, venom laced in her voice. You never thought you were ‘too’ close, you and Jeongin had been friends since in the womb.

“Hyerin! We are just friends! How many times do I have to go over this with you?! I am dating YOU!” Jeongin yelled back, frustratedly running a hand through his straight black hair. He sounded just as angry and heated as she did. “Does she think there’s something going on between us?” You thought to yourself.

“It doesn’t feel like it! Wherever you go, she goes with. A date for us turns into you two in the light and me being a third wheel on a date with my own boyfriend!” Hyerin complained, her fists balled up, at her sides. “Whenever I go to your house, she’s there and if you’re not home then you're at HER house!” her voice boomed. But it was true. You and Jeongin were always either at one another’s houses or out chilling somewhere. You just hadn’t known it was this problematic, because she never voiced these issues to you or pulled you aside for a conversation. You would’ve understood her frustrations.

Even just seeing how his shoulders were squared, and how tense his body seemed, you knew that he was pissed, more pissed than you’ve ever seen him before. “Well, what the fuck do you want me to do?! What is it that you want Hyerin?!” He barked, making overly obnoxious hand gestures at her.

Oh, she knew exactly what she wanted…

“Choose. Me or y/n, Jeong. “

..but she wasn’t expecting the answer she got

Jeongin always knew his answer would be you, and you would always choose him. That choice was as easy as breathing. So, with a light scoff, he gave her his answer

“Y/n”

Hyerin’s jaw positively dropped. She was gobsmacked. “Really?! Really?! Are you fucking serious, Jeongin?!” Dead serious, he was dead serious. So he laughed, “Of course I’m being serious. I’ll always choose y/n. Hyerin, we’re done.” He laughed out, venomously.

Well damn, she was at a loss for words. Storming off, she spotted you and rolled her eyes. “There’s your precious y/n, Jeongin,” was all she got out before she turned the corner.

Timidly, you approached him, laying a hand on his shoulder. “Innie, you okay?” You asked, running a hand through his soft hair. That alone, had managed to take his level of anger from a boil to a simmer. Sighing, he nodded and pulled you into his chest, asking with a quiet voice. “I’m okay. Are you okay? How much did you hear?”

Even through his bad moments, which you’ve seen a lot of , he was always concerned for you. Rubbing a hand up and down the expanse of his back, you sighed. “I should be the one asking if you’re okay. You and your girlfriend just broke up……because of me,” you whispered, tucking your face into his chest, inhaling his sweet woodsy scent.

“Bun, I know. But, if she can’t accept our friendship, then it would have never worked out. I’m always always always going to choose you, bun.” He whispered, cupping your cheeks in his large hands, and swiping the pads of his thumbs over your cheeks, before he closed his fox-like eyes, before pressing his slightly chapped lips against your strawberry lip balm flavored ones.

That was how your relationship started, a whopping year and a half ago. . You didn’t plan on falling in love with your best friend. Honestly, you had never expected to, and neither did he. But, of course neither of you regretted it and the more you thought about it……maybe you and Jeongin had always had those romantic feelings all along and were too afraid to take the plunge, afraid that it could ruin the friendship you sustained.

When you think about it, the hand holding, cuddling, protectiveness, longing to constantly be near one another, ‘platonic’ kisses did seem a little more romantic and a little less platonic.Your moms always wanted you two to end up dating. Saying that “it would be perfect, we’re best friends, and you’re best friends so it makes sense. You two know each other so well already!” But, you had always brushed it aside, telling them “we’re just friends, mom.Nothing more, just two best friends. Maybe, they knew all along that you two would end up together. Call it mother’s intuition.

As you and Jeongin grew up and your bond only grew, you were even confused as a couple on numerous occasions. One of your favorite memories being when you two went to Lotte land together. You wore a coordinating outfit. His was a pair of cream colored pants, a white tee shirt with a short sleeved soft blue plaid overshirt, finished with a pair of sneakers. You wore a dress in the same color and pattern as his overshirt, with a white tee-shirt underneath with a matching pair of sneakers. Large happy smiles on your faces, as you walked the park,hand in hand.

“Ah, what a lovely couple you make,” an older lady complimented the pair of you. This was a normal thing for you, so neither of you minded it–maybe even liked it. Being mistaken as a couple had happened to you and Jeongin so many times that you both had just started accepting the compliment and not even trying to rebuttal with, “oh. We’re just friends.” Maybe you two liked being mistaken for a couple, so happily in love. Politely, you both nodded and bowed at the older woman. “Thank you,” you replied, a soft blush tinting your cheeks. With that, Jeongin squeezed your hand, a soft giggle escaping his lips. “ We do make a pretty cute couple don’t we, bun?”

But getting to love your best friend was as easy as breathing. You knew everything there was to know about each other. You knew how he liked his eggs–scrambled with bell peppers,cheese, with salt and pepper to taste. Jeongin knew how you liked your iced coffee– light ice, chocolate caramel flavoring, extra syrup and extra creamer (because you don’t like the taste of coffee). You knew how he used to eat sand, or that he tried to run away from home when he was 7.Jeongin knew that you hated brussel sprouts and broccoli, so whenever you had them on your plate he would eat them for you. Conversely, you knew that he loved tteokbokki, cheese tteokbokki specifically. So, as a true best friend would, you learned how to make it or would always stop at a local food stand to pick him up a fresh order. He knew that you were scared of the dark until you were 11. that you had a massive fear of heights and spiders–or just bugs in general, but you liked fireflies because their butts glowed and it reminded you of the movie Princess and the Frog, even though your favorite movie was Tangled.

When he got braces? You were there. In fact, you were the first person to see him with them, outside of his family. “I hate them, bun. They hurt and look stupid,” he whined, trying to conceal his new smile. “Aish, Innie. You’ll be okay and in fact…I think they look nice.” You consoled him, pulling his hands away from his mouth so you could rub wax over the metal wires that would straighten his teeth out.

Two years later, when he got his braces off, you accompanied him to the appointment. Hand in hand, you watched as his orthodontist clipped the brackets, pulled out the wire, and smoothed his newly straightened teeth. “Wah, my innie-ah! You look so good! Smile, smile, smile!” You cheered, gently pulling him to sit up in his chair. “Aigo, don’t embarrass me, we’re in public, bun.” He blushed, nonetheless flashing you a bright smile, that you had captured through a picture. “I don’t care! You look so nice, Jeongie!’ The compliment fell from your lips and through his ears, only further reddening his cheeks and causing him to grab your hand to pull you from the orthodontists office. He apologized for making a fuss. But, how could you not? He was too cute and handsome.

Nothing was a secret when it came to you and Jeongin. It was kind of impossible, when you were friends since you were in the womb. For every step, story and milestone you reached; you were there witnessing it all or would tell each other about it. You also knew that the both of you wanted to have kids, one day. He wanted a boy and a girl and you wanted the same.

Baby names were a conversation you’d had many times. It always came up in conversation, at least, once a week. It started when you were younger, playing house with your baby dolls. They had to have names.

“Jeongieeeeeee, we have to name our baby.” you whined, holding the baby doll in your hands. “Whyyyyy?” A then 10 year old, Jeongin complained, as if the answer wasn’t obvious. Baffled, you drew your eyebrows up. “Why? What do you mean why? We can;’t just call our baby bean, or baby or peanut! The baby needs a name, you pabo!” the words drawled from your lips as you pouted. “Yes we can! I never call you by your name, just by a nickname. We can do the same for our baby.” He complained, his fox eyes turning into small slivers as he sighed. All the while, your eyes were turning into big brown puppy ones. “Nooooooo, innieeeeee! We have to name the babbbbyyyyy. I didn’t carry and birth our baby for him to not have a nameeeeeee,” you dragged on, even going as far as to stomp your feet. “Fine fine fine, aigoo, bun.” He sighed, patting you on the head. “How about Mi-rae?” the name fell from his lips, so easily. “I like it, baby Yang Mi-rae.”

Mi-rae…it meant future. Funnily enough, a real baby was in your future. And yes….. You took playing house very seriously.

Little did you know, you would go from playing house to living together in a house, with your baby.

But, you never would have expected to have a baby together. Playing house and raising a baby doll was a very stark contrast to raising a real living, breathing, crying, eating, sleeping, peeing, pooping baby. Finding out that you were expecting, was quite the surprise for you and jeongin. On the other hand, your moms were ecstatic, over the moon, excited, jumping for joy.

“I knew this would happen. It’s about time! Our babies are having a baby!” Your mom had squealed, when you told her the news. “I know! Oh my gosh! Ah!” his mom had smiled in return. While they were celebrating, you and Jeongin stood looking at each other with a puzzled and befuddled look on your faces. “ What do you mean about time? You knew this would happen?” you blinked blankly at your mother’s.

Had it not clicked to you before? Turning to you, Jeongin’s mom, softly, placed her hands on your cheeks. “Oh my dear. You two have been closer than atoms and completely inseparable since you have been in the womb. It was only a matter of time before you and Jeongin got together and gave us a baby.” She cooed, her eyes glistening with unshed tears of joy. Similarly, your own mother had pulled you into a warm comforting embrace. “Pumpkin, it’s true. Yes, you and Innie may have denied the feelings when you were younger, but you always choose each other, you two are attached at the hip, act like a couple. We’re so so happy for you two.”

As you named your play baby when you were ten years old, your son was named Mi-rae. He was your pride and joy and a complete carbon copy of his dad, at least in looks. As a baby, Jeongin was naughty, mischievous, always keeping your parents on edge– thankfully, he mellowed out throughout the years. Jeongin always valued his personal space, not being one to enjoy in skinship– unless it was with you. Mi-rae on the other hand was calm, peaceful, and the cuddliest little bun.

He may have looked like Jeongin– sleek ebony hair, dark brown fox like eyes, deep dimples– but his personality mimicked yours. Cuddly, loves skinship, always tired, loving. Interestingly enough, Mi-rae only accepted cuddles from you or Jeongin. Much like how Jeongin only took cuddles from you, even if he acted annoyed at the times you plopped your body on him.

At the moment, Mi-rae is 9 months old and it is currently 7:30 pm. Which is his bedtime, since you and Jeongin wanted him to be on a steady and consistent sleep schedule. Thankfully, he was also a heavy sleeper ( like his dad) and had no issues sleeping throughout the night. You were holding him in your arms,gently rocking him. Something that helped put him at ease and signaled his body that it was time to sleep. “My little love, it’s bedtime. Is mommy’s angel boy ready to sleep?” You cooed, looking down at him with the purest love in your eyes.

With a pacifier tucked in his mouth, he looked up at you, slow blinks fluttering his eyes. Quietly, Jeongin walked up behind you, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Hi, honey love. Is angel boy asleep,yet?” His voice resonated, his timbre soft and gentle. Shaking your head, you carefully ran the back of your knuckle along the soft plump expanse of Mi-rae’s cheek. “Not yet, Innie. Think he’s getting there, though.” You whispered, seeing Mi-rae’s eyes flutter once more, as the grip he had on your shirt loosened slightly. “Sleepy boy, our sleepy boy.” Jeongin mumbled, leaning to press a kiss to the babe’s forehead. “Our sleepy boy,” you smiled, pressing a soft kiss to Jeongin’s lips.

Blinking his eyes, Mi-rae fell asleep, his breathing becoming steady and slow. “There he goes. Sleep tight, angel.” Jeongin chuckled, watching the steady rise and fall of Mi-rae’s chest. Although you knew that co-sleeping wasn’t the best, you really truly couldn’t help it. What do you mean put Mi-rae in his crib when he was so peacefully captured by dreamland? No, no, no. Risking him waking up when you put him in his crib? Again,no.

Admittedly, you and Jeongin used to be pretty bad with your co-sleeping habits. But, neither you nor Jeongin wanted to be away from Mi-rae, always making sure he was safe, at peace and surrounded by love. It was hard to let him sleep in his bassinet; the same bassinet that was right next to your bed. For the first 5 months of Mi-rae’s life, he slept in that bassinet. Even harder was when you moved Mi-rae on from his bassinet to his crib. His crib was in a completely separate room–separated by its own walls and a door. For you and Jeongin, that was a big jump. It seemed so far(it was literally 10 feet away).

Mi-rae’s nursery–warm, simple, soothing, calm. The small home you and jeongin shared was modern yet cozy. New yet familiar. So, similarly you wanted Mi-rae’s nursery to have the same feeling and aura. That took bright colors out of the equation. Dark colors? A no– Mi-rae was a happy baby and so were you and Jeongin. No bright colors and no dark colors. Neutrals, and warmth. Off whites, creams, soft tinged colors. But, not pastel, just muted.

Three of the walls of the nursery were an eggshell ivory color. A muted sage green accent wall, framing the soft ash colored crib. On the accent wall were bold cut out letters of his name, painted in an antique gold color- so it stood out, but not too much.

The crib was slightly warm in tone, the color of its grain matching the color of the three remaining walls. Wanting to keep the tones and vibes as similar and cohesive as possible, the mattress was dressed in an off white bedsheet, a handmade sage green blanket thrown over its rail and a simple cloud mobile hanging over the top. Seeing as you spent a lot of time in the nursery: it was a wise decision to have a reclining chair in the corner, with a lamp nestled in the corner and a sage blanket, for cold nights and napping.

Simplistic, so there were a few toys lingering, but not too many. Sure, Mi-rae had a lot of toys, but you and jeongin didn’t like clutter. He was also mostly in the warm loving embrace of his mother or father most of the time, anyways. So, wisely a majority of the toys were stored in a toy box, being kept on a rotation on a regular basis. There was a bookshelf against the wall, next to it a changing table with a small garbage can. Only keeping the essentials out, and leaving the room to feel open.

As good as you and Jeongin have been co-sleeping, in the past, one night wouldn’t hurt. Peering up at jeongin, your eyes locking with his fox-like ones, there was a silent agreement made. Just tonight, then in the crib tomorrow. That look was all the two of you needed, as you made your way to your shared bedroom; which was, funnily enough, decorated in the same color scheme as Mi-rae’s nursery. That wasn’t even planned, just sheer coincidence.

By that time of night, the pair of you had already exchanged your day clothes for warm loungewear, sweats or pajamas. Today hadn’t been necessarily tiring or strenuous or stressful. It’s just that raising a baby took a lot out of you both, so you were ready to climb into bed earlier than most people did. Exchanging all nighters and energy drinks for early nights in and dirty diapers was your new routine, new life, new normal and you loved it. It was calm, peaceful, full of love and filled your heart with warmth.

“Ready for bed, bun?” Jeongin’s voice resonated, from his spot on his designated side of the bed– it was closer to the door and it made him feel as though he was protecting you. Nodding your head softly, you adjusted your hold on a sleeping Mi-rae as you managed to climb your way on your bed.

Bun, your favorite nickname from Jeongin. The main reason he called you bun was because you loved to eat sugar coated bread rolls. They were your favorite snack, leaving a coat of white sugar crystals on your fingertips. “Jeongie, they’re so good!” You always exclaimed, trying to get him to try one. Even with his lack of a sweet tooth, he would admit they were good. So, he just started to call you bun and from that day it stuck. Yeah, he had other nicknames for you– y/nnie, tiny, mini– but bun was the one he used most predominantly. You were his bun and he was your Jeongie, your innie. You were his and he was yours.

“I am, honey love.” The soft honey-esque sound of your melodious cadence replied to him. A smile tugged on the corners of his lips, turning them into a soft grin, he held his arms open for you waiting for you to be in his safe, secure and loving hold. “Come here, then. I know you’re tired.” A tired titter left him, his chest slightly vibrating as he saw you scooch closer to him. Once in reach of his arms, you were pulled tightly to his chest. A soft sage green duvet being cast over your bodies, as a kiss as soft as a butterfly’s wing was placed to your temple. “Can you believe it? Who knew that we’d be here?” Another soft chortle escaped his pink lips as he looked down at the babe in your arms. “ I know. It’s pretty crazy. But do you ever think our moms were right? That,maybe, we did have feelings for one another all along but we just couldn’t recognise it?” You pondered, relaxing your body and melting to fit the shape of his.

“It makes sense, bun. We’ve always been close. We always have chosen each other.” Jeongin whispered back, his voice laced with the want to sleep, and a yawn spilling from his lips. As yawns do, his yawn triggered one to be pulled from your own body. “Mmmm. I mean, that’s true,” you echoed back, your ear pressed to his chest to hear his heartbeat. “I’m glad they were though….I think we would’ve ended up together eventually one day,bun.” He cooed, gently caressing your cheek with the knuckle of his middle finger. “I think so too. We’re just meant to be, in all ways, shapes, forms, and universes. We’ve always been tied together…cut from the same cloth.” You sleepily acknowledged, voice starting to become slurred with sleep as your words started to drift away to your own dreamland. Kissing your forehead, Jeongin flicked the light on your nightstand off so he too could fall into dreamland. “You’re my future. You have always been my future. I love you, my bun,” he tenderly expressed, his own eyes finally falling shut.His mind calmed and he was welcomed to his world of dreams, filled with you and Mi-rae, but he could still hear you let out the faintest whisper.

“I love you too, my forever.”

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wooahaes · 1 year

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mm, i got a really big problem...

pairing: non-idol...? mark lee x fem!reader

genre: comedy? fluff.

word count: ~0.7k

warnings: an apartment door nearly gets knocked off its hinges based on how loudly it was opened.

daisy’s notes: haha! you thought this was over! now its over for real i promise. (its midnight for me hehe)

At exactly midnight, the door to your apartment was probably broken now.

To paint the scene more clearly: you, the birthday girl of the day, had been curled up in your bed... alone, because your boyfriend had been away for work. Despite the way he had pouted at you the day before he left (”I can take you with me, just hide in my luggage, they won’t know--” after his attempts to fly you with them separately didn’t work because you also had work), Mark had grown more... okay, in a sense, that he wouldn’t physically be there with you for your birthday. The two of you had already decided you’d have a make-up date after he came back (which was supposed to be tonight, since midnight had struck) and rested up. It genuinely didn’t bother you at this point: his work was important to him, and he wasn’t the one in control of when he had to leave and come back. Hell, he was supposed to be back on your birthday, the birthday date being later was because you knew he’d be exhausted.

So when your apartment door suddenly burst open with the force of someone trying to break in, your first thought was, pretty reasonably, “Oh, fuck, someone just broke into my apartment, I should get ready to run and call the cops.”

Except thirty seconds later, your bedroom door flung open to, and you were met with the face of your panicked boyfriend. “Did I make it?! It was, like, two minutes to midnight when I got here and I, like, booked it up the stairs, bro.”

You merely stared at Mark at first, processing what the hell just happened. Because, truly, what the fuck just happened.

“Baby?” He said amidst all the huffing and puffing--how fast did he book it up the stairs? “Did I miss it?”

All you could do was look at your phone, time clicking on to reveal it was not only past minute, but barely a few minutes past midnight. Wordlessly, you held your phone up, and saw the devastation on his face.

“No! Oh my god. I thought we had time,” he made his way over to you. “I got an earlier flight and everything. Aw, man...”

Finally, you found your voice. “Mark... What the hell?”

He sat down at the foot of your side of the bed. “Okay. So... We got an earlier flight. Or, well, I mean I did... and so did a couple of the guys to make sure I didn’t die on my way here, although Donghyuck said he’d be there to comfort my widowed girlfriend if I did die on my way here--” Sounded like him. His flirting with you (and your boyfriend, to be fair) never stopped since you and Mark had never been bothered by what was clearly a joke. “--and I was gonna come surprise you and be like ‘I made it!’ but I didn’t, so now the surprise is kinda ruined even if it does mean I’m back here now--”

Instead of letting him continue to ramble about how he missed you, something he always did when returning from trips, you just pulled him in to kiss his stupidly cute face. He merely smiled into it, kissing you back immediately. When he drew back, you could see the way his eyes were glimmering.

“Hi, baby,” he giggled. “I know I’m late, but happy birthday. I’m home.”

“Mark, you nearly broke the fucking door!” Someone called from the living room. The two of you shared a look, and he grew more flustered.

“Also... I may have ditched my bags on the stairs. And I think Chenle was already following me up since I forgot some of my shit in the car, so...”

You giggled, planting a quick peck against his lips. “Go take care of things,” you said. “I’ll be here when you get back.”

He started to move, only to turn back, smiling as he kissed you one more time. “I love you,” he said. “I’m glad I’m home.”

You were, too.

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simpforanimeboysfrvr · 1 month

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Oikawa Toruu x Reader | Arguments

Summary: you were tired of Oikawa who is always bailing out on your date at the last minute.

warnings: cursing, arguments, angst, fluff (at the end), reader is in university and so as Oikawa.

A/N: Hi ya'll! I hope you guys like this cuz I haven't wrote for a bit cuz I didn't know what to write but yeah! Let's get on to the story, shall we? Dont mind my grammars and uhh please dont mind my shitty writing.

"Sorry Y/N-chan, I won't be able to make it again to-" Oikawa said halfway as you already put down the phone, ending your guys' call. It was always like this, Oikawa was always bailing out on you last minute. You were tired of it. You were even so ready for your date that you already got dressed and you even put on a bit of make up.

In the end, you cried last night, and you haven't even changed. Your makeup was ruined and your eyes were puffy, sore and red. You didn't bother going to university today cuz you didn't want to see Oikawa. You opened your phone and saw Oikawa post something, it was him and a girl, last night. 'No wonder he bailed out on me' you thought.

You called your professor to say that you won't be attending classes today cuz you were sick. You weren't technically lying, you were sick and tired of hearing Oikawa always bailing out on your dates. You haven't spent time with him for a bit now and you just wanted to hang out with him. But you couldn't help but be more angry when you saw his post with that girl.

A few hours later, your doorbell rings, you wondered who was outside and when you opened the door, you saw Oikawa standing in front of you.

"Toruu?!" You said, shocked he would come visit you.

"I heard you were sick, you seem perfectly fine?"

"Oh. I just didn't want to go to school, I'm kinda feeling tired.."

"Oh okay."

"Hey Toruu, you bailed out on me last night because you were with that girl, right? Why? Am I not good enough for you?"

"No, no, it's not like that..."

"Then why? Everytime you bail out on our date, the next day, I always see notifications of you posting something with that girl." You said, tearing up. Oikawa sort've snapped because he was sort of tired of you always saying that. Everytime he always bails out, the next day, you always say the same words and he was getting tired.

"Y/N. STOP DOUBTING ME. GOSH YOU'RE SORT OF GETTING ANNOYING." he yelled and you sort've winced at his words. You know you always say the same thing after he bails out on your date. But you cant help it.

"How? How can I fucking not doubt you? Everytime, Toruu. Everytime you bail out, it only turns out you were with that girl." You fought and you didn't give him time to reply as you shoved him out of your flat.

God, he knows he messed up. He knows it well. But he didn't want you doubting his love for you because he loves you so much.

Maybe he should just tell you the truth, that the girl is his relative and she just chooses the wrong time to hang out with him. But he can't say no because his parents will prolly kill him if he does. His parents adore his cousin so much.

The next day, you still didn't attend school. It eent on for a few days, Oikawa was slightly getting worried. And so, he went to visit your flat.

"Y/N-chan, I'm sorry, can you please please forgive me? That girl is actually my cousin and she just chats me at the wrong time to hang out everytime."

"Oh. Well maybe i guess i can forgive you if. You treat me to dinner later? No bailing out."

"Promise."

And so with that, you 2 made up. And your dinner was the thing you loved the most

#oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #hq oikawa #haikyuu #haikyuu oikawa #Angst to fluff

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wackulart · 1 year

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Ngl, I like Deadwardian Era Philip best. He's dirty, doesn't bother to shave his beard, and constantly steals. I would like a prompt where Deadwardian Philip picks up and carries Reader over his shoulder because Reader thinks that would be cool.

YES, THE FLAVOUR OF DEADWARDIAN PHILIP IS AMAZING!!

hes so very 🧍‍♂️ and i will not elaborate further

Part 2

Philip Wittebane x Reader

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It certainly wasn't the weirdest thing you had asked of your boyfriend.

Over the time of dating you, Philip had gotten used to you having strange demands out of nowhere. You would ask to braid his hair, you would ask him to hold your legs up while you practiced a handstand, you even asked him to paint your entire back a solid colour one day.

He still had no clue why and honestly he didn't want to know at this point.

So when you asked him in the middle of your stroll if he could try and carry you over his shoulder, he simply raised his eyebrows at you.

"Why do you want me to carry you over my shoulder?" He asked back to you.

You just smiled at him with that goofy grin you pulled whenever you had one of your ideas. Walking beside him, you squeezed his biceps and leaned into him.

You traced a finger down his arm. "I don't know, it would be kinda cool to see if you could."

He could not begin to understand what about that seemed cool to you and a part of him didn't want to try to argue because no matter what he said he always ended giving in to your antics, but he couldn't help himself.

With a heavy sigh, he pinched his nose bridge. "It would be cool to be tossed over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes?"

He should have seen you simply nodding and reaching out for him to pick you up, coming. Yet he couldn't fight the sigh that fell from his mouth at the sight. Philip pulled a hand down his face only to look back and see that pouty face you would put on. His frown quickly turned into a smile as he remembered why he could never say no to you.

"Fine, fine, you win." He laughed defeatedly as you hopped up and down, standing in front of him.

Philip was weak to your charm, he couldn't stand the thought of upsetting you. That was why he was currently crouching to wrap his arms around your waist and hoist you over his shoulder, just like you had asked.

He wouldn't particularly call himself a buff person by any means, but he did have enough strength to not struggle too much with carrying you.

Once Philip was sure you were secure, he let out a huff. "Alright then, on our way we go."

He saw as your feet kicked and he could hear the sound of your laughter from behind him and he had lost all complaints. You were far too adorable for him to be upset at. He even began to laugh a bit, finding your giddiness to be rather contagious.

There were a couple of strange looks from people that had made Philip consider how he looked carrying you like cargo, but he brushed it off. This had made you so happy that he would do it for hours if his body would allow it.

Your walk had finally come to an end as you returned to your home. He pulled you off of his shoulder, gently letting you get your bearings as your feet met the ground once more. You looked the way someone would be expected to look if they were being carried out on a walk.

The vaguely stunned expression as you shook your head made Philip laugh louder than he had expected. He helped tidy you up as you both entered your home and he kissed your forehead.

"The things I will do for love." He mumbled as he held your face.

You smirk back at him and wrap your arms around his shoulders, leaning your head on him. "Thanks for indulging me."

Philip hummed and tilted his head. "It is always my pleasure to be a part of your unusual ideas."

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Auston Matthews x Fem!Reader

It had been months that Y/N L/N broke up with Mitch Marner. Now that you were no longer with Mitch, others on the team wanted to try to shoot their shot with you. Specifically, Auston Matthews.

You were always around the team because you were always with Mitch. You came to practices, you traveled with them, went to dinners, play video games with them, practically on the team except for the fact you didn’t play hockey. Well, you did, but weren’t on a team. The Leafs loved being around you.

Auston invited you as his date for All Star Invitational. Mitch and Freddie were going as well. You didn’t know Mitch was. Not yet.

You were walking around with Auston on a rest day. You insisted walking to find somewhere to find a snack. You didn’t know what you wanted yet but you enjoyed the company.

“So what is All Star?” You asked Auston, hooking elbows with him. “I mean this is your second time, right?”

“Hmm, it’s kinda hard to explain.”

You nodded. “Well I wanna know, so try your best,” you said. You looked at shop names overhead, wondering what sounded appealing.

“It’s an exhibition game. Not only do we play, there’s these mini games built into it. It’s during the season and there is 4 teams to represent Pacific, Central, Metropolitan, and Atlantic. Each team has 11 people. Um, me, Freddie and-”

“Good, keep that thought, we’re getting Ice Cream.”

(not my gif) He smiled at you, almost confused, then followed you inside the shop. You each got the ice cream you wanted then kept walking.

“You were saying who was going?” You stirred your ice cream, melting it down. A subconscious habit you picked up from being with Mitch.

“Oh.” He shrugged, pretending like he forgot. “Me, Freddie, and uh, Mitch.”

You looked up and Auston. No expression or emotion on your face. “Didn’t think to tell me before? I mean, I don’t really care… now, but it would’ve been helpful.” You shoved a spoonful of soupy ice cream in your mouth.

“You’re not mad or anything?” He looked at you.

You shrugged. “Why would I be mad? We’re adults, Papi,” you said calmly, touching his hand. “Mitch and I broke up a long time ago.” You shrugged then took a bite from your ice cream. “Doesn’t really bother me none. Besides, I’m there to be with you. Probably say hi to be polite but you know, it’s not gonna be something big.”

“You’re definitely something Y/N.” He tossed an arm around you then both of you continued to walk.

The trip was one of the best moments of your life. For a lot of the media, you didn’t go.

It was nothing personal to Auston or Freddie or even Mitch. You had family that lived in Vegas so when you suddenly fly out, you had to set aside time.

Although you finally decided to show. You got dressed in your favorite and most professional clothes then got ready to sit in the audience to watch the interview.

Before Auston got on stage, he called you over. You excused yourself from your seat to go over.

“Hey, have fun.” You smiled nervously. “I don’t know what to say before an interview.”

Auston grinned at you. “Hey, thanks for coming Y/N. It’s been great having you out here.” He took your hand.

“It’s fun! Love to-”

It was sudden and sweet when Auston, out of no where, gave you a quick peck on the lips. He looked up at the center of the stage then back to you.

“Uh, I gotta go. See ya?”

You were speechless so you just nodded.

(not my gif) Both of you were unaware Mitch saw. He was listening to the question, which was about Auston, and instantly his eyes went searching for him in the crowd. Mitch didn’t know you were coming to All Star, but when he saw you talking to Auston, he wished you hadn’t.

He thought of a response to the question and was about to respond when he saw Auston kiss you. Mitch tried to remain serious and show no emotion but a frown showed on his face. No one thought different of it.

Mitch didn’t say anything when Auston walked past him. Quickly his eyes darted back to you and he saw you walking his way just as the interviews were walking off.

You saw him. It was silent before you made your way to the bench. “Hey, Mitch. Um… this is cool. You did good… to make it here. I know you play well so uh… I’m proud.” You tried not to sound forced but it was your first time talking to Mitch after the break up.

(not my gif) He blinked a nod. “Thanks, Y/N.” He looked to Auston then to the table.

You hated how to conversation ended. You had much more to say. As did Mitch. However neither of you knew how to bring it up so you both just waved and you went to go sit down.

#auston matthews x reader #auston matthews #toronto maple leafs #female reader

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Something that I wish I saw more people talk about is that 10,000 years between cycles is a /really/ long time. Like, all of human civilization long. Personally I think that feels like too long and it kinda frustrates me, like, stagnating in the middle ages for that long just seems incredibly unlikely. What're your thoughts on this? Do you think there's a reason they chose this time frame? That is has some sort of significance, some thematic tie-in to waiting and hope, etc?

the 10k year gap is the most important piece of botw's setting and it's fundamentally the reason everything in the story happens. you're right that it seems frustratingly long. that's deliberate. 10k years of peace is an unprecedented amount of time, especially for hyrule, which we know to be stuck in a repeating cycle which has NEVER taken that long to reset before. if you want to know why i think the gap happens in terms of like, in-universe cause and effect you can read this, but from a writing perspective, the 10k year gap gives context to the entire setting of botw.

botw is one of the most interesting explorations of the franchise's lore to date because it shows us a hyrule which has essentially forgotten its own history. every game post-sksw except botw has shows us hylians with a decent understanding of the creation myth and the reincarnation cycle. how much is remembered and accurate varies from game to game, but hyruleans almost always know that the goddess hylia gave humans a gift (the triforce) which offered a wish/ultimate power, and that throughout history evil forces have risen up to try to claim that power for themselves, requiring the goddess's heir and a hero chosen by fate to work together to defeat that evil. sometimes the courage/wisdom/power balance will be well-known, sometimes it won't be, but they almost always have at least a baseline understanding of that story. botw hyrule does not.

botw hyruleans have only the most surface-level understanding of what's actually going on irt ganon -- they know that he is somehow related to another evil force which rose 10k years ago, they know that the princess is supposed to inherit a power with the capability of stopping ganon, and they know that the soldier who is capable of wielding the master sword is supposed to help the princess somehow. this is the complete extent of their knowledge. it's unclear if zelda even knows that her power is because she is directly related to the original reincarnation of hylia or not. the triforce has been completely lost to time, and with it the reason why ANY OF THIS is happening in the first place. with so little actual understanding of the conflict they find themselves in the middle of, OF COURSE link and zelda are doomed to fail. Zelda can't possibly awaken her sealing power with no understanding of where it comes from. Link can't possibly defeat ganon without zelda's power to back him up, not to mention the inadequacy he feels for not being able to hear the sword's "voice" -- presumably fi, who hasn't been heard in a single game since sksw, but link doesn't KNOW that. he only knows that there's a voice he's supposed to hear that he can't. no one in hyrule has any idea what ganon's motivation for attacking them is because they don't even have any CONCEPT of the triforce anymore. they had no chance of winning because they had no understanding of what they were up against. and the REASON they have no understanding about what they're up against is because it's been then thousand years since that knowledge was last topical. maybe the knowledge was passed down for a hundred, or even a thousand years after the last cycle, but after a couple thousand years of peace humans will start to wonder why they bother learning all this complicated war history if it's never going to be topical again. thus, the knowledge that might have saved modern link and zelda is lost to time, and so when the time comes that a new hero and princess ARE needed, they are forced to spend years carrying out empty gestures, with no clue what they ACTUALLY need to defeat ganon. i think the most obvious example of this is the spring ceremonies zelda does in botw. they're obviously imitations of the purifying ceremonies sksw zelda went through to regain her memories as the goddess hylia, but to botw zelda they're just motions she has to carry out in the hopes of gaining hylia's power. she doesn't understand the significance behind the motions she's carrying out, so of course she doesn't get the desired result.

so yeah, tldr the 10k year gap is the most important framing device in all of botw. it contextualizes the struggles of link and zelda as they attempt to recreate a story they only have a few burnt pages of. thank you for coming to my ted talk

#asks #zelda analysis

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rosemarycovet · 8 months

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Billy loomis x wallflower reader

(so I started reading ‘the perks of being a wallflower’ and got inspired to make a reader like charlie and i’m using a lot of quotes from the movie/book)

-billy knows you’re an awkward teen

-an outcast as well

-he wouldn’t necessarily call you a loner but you get what I mean

-he never really acknowledged you for that reason

-he just never really knew you existed

-until one day he was late to lunch and he saw you sitting alone at your own little table reading a book

-he had came up to you asking what you were reading

-you were surprised someone came up to you

-when you didn’t respond he raised his eyebrow slightly

-you quickly apologized

“sorry I just ..didn’t think anyone noticed me”

-he gave you a soft smile reassuring you it was ok

-from that day on he became your only real friend throughout high-school

-you guys would occasionally listen to the smiths together

-billy liked the idea that you liked to write so for Christmas he bought you a typewriter

-you would write to billy now and then on your type writer about almost anything mostly about your day starting off with ‘dear friend,’and ending it with ‘love always ,(y/n)’

-billy was fine with it and would actually read them each night because he knew that’s how you coped

-he liked that you observed and kept quiet/understood people

-because of that reason he knew that you would never judge him and would understand him

-billy loved seeing you smile it was pretty rare

-billy knew high-school wasn’t the easiest for you and that you were pretty used to being lonely

-if anyone gave you a hard time at school don’t be surprised if they get a call later that night from ghost face

-billy would also read your books to you when you are tired to pick them up your self

-billy would often take you on car rides as music blasted in his car because he knows how much you enjoy them

-before you and billy started dating he introduced you to his friend group at a party they were pretty nice

randy and you kinda hit it off as you saw billy and sidney walk off together you kinda knew randy had a thing for sidney and he had asked silently “why do nice people choose the wrong people to date?”as he referred to sidney “we accept the love we think we deserve..” you replied to him

-now for your mental health billy takes no joke to it

-he knows how bad it gets

-but before he knew how serious it was he had did something he regretted

billy got into an argument with his dad and walked into school pissed off. you had went up to him trying to tell him about a new song you think he liked when billy had randomly angrily said to you “not now (y/n) I really don’t care tell it to someone that does” you instantly got silent and apologized as you quickly walked away

a couple weeks later billy soon realized that you had been distance from him he was actually pretty concerned and confused it surprised him that he cared that much

billy then confronted you asking what was going on all you replied to him was “I didn’t want to be a bother to you anymore..”

from that day he promised you and himself that no matter what he would never leave your side or that you were a bother to him and he kept his promises surprisingly to you

-one time billy walked in on you with a worried look on his face as you repeated “stop crying..stop crying” to yourself

-billy was really only the person you vented to since you always kept your emotions bottled up

“what will you do if your parents ask?”

billy asked

“…if my parents ask me about it I probably won’t tell them the truth because I don’t want them to worry that I might …get bad again” billy knew that you didn’t want to put any worry onto your parents he hated that you thought you were a burden

-one night you called billy panicking

“(y/n/n) breathe.what’s wrong?”

“it’s been getting worse and I can’t turn it off this time..” all billy could hear was you having trouble breathing and you letting your feelings get the best of you saying that it was all your fault

when you hung up billy screamed your name panicking luckily he was already in his way and got to you before you did anything ‘stupid’

he had saved you that night

-you knew that billy would understand how you were both happy,and sad and how you’re still trying to figure out how that could be

-billy probably never had felt or experienced what you went through but he was the only person that truly understood you and how you felt

-billy had made you feel free not only that but he brought new experience to you

-he not only was your lover he was also your best friend and had saved you throughout high-school

#billy loomis x reader #billy loomis #billy loomis x you #the perks of being a wallflower #perks of being a wallflower #Spotify

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rewrite-this-story · 5 months

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I know no one watches this show, and that's really unfortunate, but I have so many thoughts about Smash that I want to share, so you all get to either hear them or ignore this post entirely. I don't really care which.

First of all, Megan Hilty is an absolute queen!! I wish her name was more well known on Broadway because wow. Her voice is so powerful and I cry every time I hear her sing don't forget me. And I actually love ivy as a character with all my heart. She's beautiful and strong and so interesting. Yeah, she's flaws and human, but she tries so hard. I was so happy when she started getting the recognition she deserved in season 2. She makes mistakes, but then she gets back up every time. I also think she had incredible potential for directing and would have like to see that explored. She just deserved better in general.

I also don't like Karen at all. Not only is she kinda boring as a character, but she's not nearly as talented as everyone seems to think. Yeah, she's pretty and has a gorgeous voice, but she's really just a so-so actress and dancer. Her songs rarely make me feel anything like Ivy's do. At the end of season 1, I only cried during her version of don't forget me because I felt Ivy's frustration so deeply. Also, Karen is kinda rude and arrogant. Like, she has no clue how theater works but acts like everyone else is constantly out to get her just because they're asking her to do something differently. She can't remember her blocking and then complains that people don't like her. And she's so sensitive. No one can tease her or even comment anything that isn't 100% positive about her without her getting upset. Furthermore, Ivy's an interesting character who makes us really care about her because of how hard she tries and fails only to get back up again. Then, they throw in her past and emotional trauma and struggles with addiction. It's really hard not to care about and root for her. Why should I care about Karen? I liked hit list only because of Jimmy, Kyle, and even Anna. Karen didn't matter at all to me because she didn't really have to struggle or fight for anything. She was kinda just along for the ride.

Third thing, Derek sucks and is super problematic, but it was nice to see him stay to grow and improve. I would've liked to see where season 3 might've taken him. I do really like his relationship with Ivy because she calls him out on stuff, and he actually listens to her. It was dumb that he never saw how truly incredible an actress she was. They would have made a great team after she really became more sure of herself and he realized how awful he was. His obsession with Karen was really weird, but I like to imagine he probably got over it by the end of season 2.

Tom and Julia were interesting, but I was actually happy to see them split at the end of everything. She always kind of took advantage of him and it bothered me. He also deserved a real relationship story, but I'm not surprised he didn't get one since he was a gay character in 2012. His relationship with Kyle was kinda creepy and Kyle should've dated either Sam or that dancer we saw him flirting with earlier in the season. Either one of those would've been less uncomfortable. Him and Sam were also never really a good match. Plus, he did Sam kinda dirty in season 2. But yeah, he should've gotten a good relationship.

I do think Sam should've gotten the lead in hit list. He deserved it, Jimmy didn't. Jimmy did a good job, obviously, but he wasn't reliable and was really uncooperative. He could've just given feedback as a writer instead of being the lead actor. I get why they did it the way they did for the TV show, but realistically, it just didn't make sense.

Kyle's death was awful. I wish we saw more of him. I think his relationship and history with Jimmy was interesting, I think it should've been explorers more instead of Jimmy and Karen, who's relationship was kinda predictable and overused. It would've been nice to see him and Jimmy sing together sometime. I wish he sang a few more songs in general because he has a really cool sound.

Jimmy and Derek also could've had a really interesting relationship if it hadn't centered around Karen as much as it did. I think they could've really helped each other. Jimmy didn't take any bullshit and Derek didn't put up with any bullshit, so they could've kept each other in line. Derek also saw something in Jimmy that few people did and I think it would've been neat to see him become a bit of a mentor.

Finally, Derek and Tom had so much potential that was never explored. Their history and their future are so unclear, but I have so many questions.

So yeah, I really did enjoy the show. It's not the most incredible show ever made, but it was fun and interesting. It's a shame it only got two seasons. I kinda blame the marketing team since so few people know it ever existed.

#smash #nbc smash #jimmy collins #ivy lynn #karen cartwright #kyle bishop #tom levitt #jeremy jordan #megan hilty #andy mientus #christian borle #im sick of writing names #so that's it for the tags #i also doubt anyone's gonna see this anyways #i just finished my rewatch of smash and wanted to share my many many thoughts

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Recently I read a post about Krist and Singto reunion and how you can sum up all this new era of Thai BL through their series "SOTUS". This series had such a great impact that it explains why the genre is where it is now. I'm kinda new in Thai BL and I never bothered to watch it. There are so many options nowadays so I never took the time to see what was about "SOTUS". However, that post made such an impact on me, that I decided to start it now. It may be late, but I want to see what is this story and why it is considered such a "classic".

Random Thoughts about SOTUS episode 1:

▪️ I'm always amazed by all this big gathering of freshman in Thai series or any other series to be honest. My country don't do this thing. During all my college life, I barely knew people I was in class with. I feel this big gathering must be great to feel like you're part of the school. Anyway, it had a very solemn vibe in the series, especially when the third years students arrived.

▪️ From the first minutes, you get who are the main characters. Arthit Rojnapat who is played by Krist appears to be the very domineering senior who seems to get off when he can intimidate his juniors. It's my only guess because his requests were really too much. Who can get 1000 signatures in only one week or know in this short time how many people are in their year?! I tried imagining being in the same situation and my anxiety would never let me get away with it. The other main is Kongpob Suthiluck, usually called Kong, the junior who won't cow down to him and who will even challenge him. Saying they didn't get off a good start would be an euphemism.

▪️ It was so weird to see Krist being this annoying senior. Last role, I saw him was as Kawi in "Be My Favorite" and Hunter in "The Jungle". They weren't good guys too, but they more lovable. I had trouble accepting the change, at first. I'm sure we'll see some change after some episodes. However, I have to admit, I enjoyed very much the verbal jousting between his character and Kong. Every time, they were in the same room, it was like something was cackling in the air. The energy was off the chart.

▪️ Kong gave a total different impression. He is nice (he gave his shirt to another classmate when he couldn't get his size), brave (he didn't hesitate to shout in front of a large crowd that he likes men and asked ten of his schoolmates if they wanted to date him, even if it was a dare) and a good friend to have around (He helped M to get all the signature because M is too shy). He never really bends to anyone. He has done all the tasks Arthit threw at him, but it always felt like Kong was the one who had the upper hand, which was something Arthit found hard to swallow. I believe he never met his match before. He can be fierce, so it seems no other students before Kong found the courage to answer him back. Kong stands out from others. At the moment, this is only annoying for Arthit, but I guess it may lead to something else later.

▪️ We also get a few introduction to other characters but as for now they remain more like backgrounds characters. I think we'll learn more about them later in the series. It's so weird to see all these actors I saw in other series because they look so young here. You can see that 8 years have passed. Everyone has changed so much.

Anyway, I didn't think I would enjoy this first episode as much as I did. I thought it would show its age, but I didn't really feel it. It was a nice start and I really want to see the next episode.

#thai series #thai bl #bl drama #bl series #my thoughts #random thoughts #sotus the series #episode 1 #first watch #I believe I was inspired by a post from dropthedemiurge to watch this series

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elwolfen · 17 days

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Alfred Molinathon Day 1:

Species (1995)

Dr. Stephen Arden

His Role: His character doesn't have too much to do until near the end of the movie. During the containment lab scene, I just thought that he reminded me of some kid in the back of a classroom who sometimes chimes into the conversation or scene of the main characters. I don't know why.

Also, when the cast is waiting for Sil to arrive back to the club, him thinking it's a waste of time and decides to just opt out and sleep in the van is very relatable to me. That's what I do half the time at boring events.

When it is his time to shine, we get to see some of his personality, which is that he can be quite fun! Him hanging out with the other guys was really fun to see, I really enjoyed when him and Dan shared time together, I really wish we got more of the two! Although iffy on the whole letting Dan think long island iced tea was just tea and him not feeling good afterwards.

(This is a funny picture)

Arden shooting his shot with those two ladies was hilarious. He tried, but he didn't even properly ask if they had dates or not.

And the final scene with him... he really just bought what Sil (not knowing it's her) said? Like even if I was very horny and lonely, I would still be really freaked out if someone broke into my room because they were interested in me. Just saying. I was also really afraid I was gonna finally see someone's dick in those movie and it was gonna be his, but thankfully not (I don't like see anyone's penis, no thank)... but there is dick, we'll get back to that.

So he successfully knocks up Sil (not intentionally on his part) and gets killed. Which I already knew was gonna happen, I haven't watched this movie before, but I knew the general plot and that he died. I didn't enjoy the fact that his death only gets brought up once by Laura asking "Did you see him?" Like that's it. Nothing from Dan, I want to see him devastated! He's an empath!!!

I also thought it would have been more interesting if he was alive (not just because I wanna see more of Molina), just him grappling with the fact that he unintentionally help Sil with her goal and the other fact that he has a alien/human hybrid son! It would have been funny if someone said, "Your son tried to kill me, Arden!" Maybe him having mixed feelings that his son had to be killed or maybe this made-up version the son wouldn't be dead. I don't know!

Anyways, this character had more potential, but I enjoyed his last few scenes. Especially his bromance time with Dan.

Last thing: I was very envious of his hair. Give it to me, please.

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The Rest of the Movie: I didn't expect to really enjoy this movie, but I did and I'm glad. I heavily judged it solely on Sil's alien form... yes really.

I was really surprised that I liked both plots of the movie (Sil on the prowl and the team hunting her down), and the romance between Press and Laura? I actually love it. It was kinda cute, I don't always like romances happening quickly but this was good.

Laura: You want to dance?

Press: Who, me?

Laura: Yeah, you.

God, I love how she delivers that line! Gently mocking his voice. And her saying "cute socks" when they're about to have sex was adorable.

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I really liked Dan the empath but I don't fully know if he was supposed to be kind of a joke? Like him stating his empathic yet obvious observations and how everyone reacts to that. He kind of reminded me of Padparadscha Sapphire form SU, just a bit.

Like I said earlier, since we saw plenty of scenes of Press and Laura, I wish we saw more of Arden and Dan.

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Sil's journey and mission throughout the movie was interesting, but her alien design really bothered me. Like, were the tenta-tits really needed? I really got the Xenomorph and H.R. Giger vibes from the design, which I'm sure it was a huge inspiration. Actually, I looked it up, he did design her...

It was nice to see so many people being kind to who they thought was a foreign woman, even the motel guy! But that poor woman she uses to fake her death... her acting was incredible and heartbreaking.

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Xavier... I didn't like anything about this character and the actor, I'm sorry, but I don't understand the direction he was given. Not his fault, but man I was happy when he died. I was also confused with the scene after Sil faked her death and she was in the other car if Sil just knew what he was gonna say or she was mind controlling him? Which doesn't show up anywhere else.

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The horror aspect of this horror movie was not really there, which I didn't mind. It wasn't scary or anything, but I enjoyed the chase between the team and Sil and all the people Sil meets.

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The last thing I want to add is the fact that I laughed way too hard at one scene. In the beginning, Xavier was talking about how Sil came to be and says:

"We decided to make it female so that it would be more docile and controllable."

And I hope that it would cut back to the only woman on the team, and yes, it did. I howled with laughter, probably wasn't that funny but it was to me.

Oh yeah the penis I mentioned? It was Sil and Adren's sons'... I didn't really wanna see a kids genitals. No thank you.

#Alfred Molinathon #I'm behind already I'm sorry!!!#Alfred Molina #Stephen Arden #Dr. Stephen Arden #Species 1995 #Not really doing this in a specific order or anything

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