#Two stubborn young teenagers looking for love and trying to make their way

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WHISPERED PROMISES—S. SHINICHIRO

જ⁀➴ synopsis: you meet shinichiro one day when he’s working in his shop. you’re sweet, nice and there’s an obvious tension between you two. you feel like a teenager with the way he’s making you nervous, but you accept to go on a date with him. things only get better from there.

જ⁀➴ content warning: so much fluff i almost cried, fem!reader, you and shin have the biggest crush on each other, he’s so sweet and respectful, eventual smut, mentions of a breeding kink, protected sex, fingering, oral (fem! receiving), pussy whipped shinichiro, dirty talk, lots of kisses, shin has a big dick<3 

જ⁀➴word count: 7,9k (lord have mercy)

જ⁀➴note: a great thank you to @mztoman  for commissioning me again!! I got so carried with this fic, the plot was just so good!! 

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Working on weekends was Shinichiro’s least favorite thing about his job. He tried his best to make it a good experience, he really did, but he was tired from a long week of working eight hours a day (and sometimes more when there was an emergency). And so, small things got on his nerves.

His lunchbox wouldn’t open, he forgot to pack chopsticks with him, he forgot to put water in his mini-fridge, the air conditioner was barely working—good lord, he was getting so annoyed.

Ring!

Oh great, a customer visiting when he was at his wits ends. Shinichiro stands up from his crouching position next to the bike he was working on. He grabs the rug that was attached to his pants and wipes his hands. He was expecting the usual type of customers; rude, stubborn, the know-it-all who tried to explain to him his own job and how it’s done. All in all, unlikeable.

Though, he is pleasantly surprised when he finds a girl standing at the door, looking around his shop with heart eyes. You looked so lost in your thoughts, your hands gripping your hand bag so tightly (from nervousness? Shinichiro wasn’t sure). Your stance was polite, and you looked in awe at his work. Maybe working today wasn’t such a bad idea if his first customer of the day is someone like you.

He brushes off the thoughts, telling himself that you looked young—no, way too young for someone like him. Plus, he wasn’t exactly the luckiest with girls. He’s had his fair share of hookups, tried to be in relationships, but things just never worked out for him.

He rolls his shoulders as he approaches you, greeting you with a wave. He was tall, had a smile that had you feeling a little dizzy—good god, this man was attractive. Whether it be the way he carried himself, or how he wiped the dirt off his hands, you could tell that he was hardworking and truly loved his job.

“Hi, welcome to our shop.” He really hoped that his voice wouldn’t crack and embarrass him. Technically, it was his shop and he was proud of it. It wasn’t exactly the fanciest out there, but it was his pride and joy. The display of the many bikes that he owned always caught people’s attention outside and left him grinning from ear to ear.

“Hello, thank you, I didn’t think anyone was here,” you were nervous, he could tell by watching you relax and clench your hands more than once.

“Well, someone has to be here,” he jokes and for a second, he can tell you were glad that he did. His playful remark somehow made you relax, and you let out a slightly less nervous giggle (which sounded so fucking adorable).

“You’re right, my bad.” You start looking around the shop again, and the man thinks it’s time to try to get to know you a little better. How can he do that without appearing to be invading your personal space? Should he immediately ask for your name? No, that’s too bold. Maybe…Maybe taking the professional approach will work.

“Can I see your driver’s license?” Very subtle.

You don’t hesitate as you pull it out and hand it to the tall man, and you watch as his eyes scan it for a good five seconds before humming in approval.

You were indeed younger, but only four years younger than him, really fucking attractive. He thought that there is no way you were single, but then again there was no ring on your finger—should he just ask you if you were in a relationship? Nu-uh, too soon.

“Alright, and how can I help you?”

“I am here to fix my friend’s bike for her birthday,”

“Oh you have a biker friend? So you know a little about them?”

“Only the basics, I’m more of an avid fan of the races rather than a participator.” You let out a chuckle, rubbing the back of your neck. You weren’t lying, you did enjoy watching more than riding them. But only because you tried before and failed miserably, and you weren’t going to include such embarrassing detail to a handsome stranger.

“Okay, what does she need help with exactly?”

You go into detail of what had happened, and how your friend had stopped riding her motorcycle just because she was too busy saving up money for something else. And with her birthday coming up, you thought you could sneakily get a family member of hers to bring the bike to this particular shop and get it fixed right on time. Shinichiro agrees to help you, and you both settle on the price rather quickly. Now you no longer had a reason to be in the shop, but you didn’t exactly want to leave either.

“You’re not busy?”

“Not at all,” you look at the display of the many fancy motorcycles he owned, letting out a “wow” at how shiny and pretty they looked. He took good care of them.

“My name is Shinichiro, by the way.” He takes his hand out to shake yours and you accept it immediately. You try not to blush at how rough his hand felt, evidence of true hard work. Could he get any more attractive?

“Nice to meet you, Shinichiro,” you grin at the man, and feel him squeeze your hand tightly before relaxing. He seemed like he wanted to say something, but hesitated and thought ‘nevermind’. But the longer you stayed in his shop, the more obvious it was to the man that if you left the shop without his number, he would be the one to call himself a loser. No need for Benkei and Wakasa to do that for him.

“So, uh…” His lips part, his hand comes to the back of his neck and your heart picks up its pace. You could see that the tips of his ears were turning red, and his hand hadn’t let go of yours. “This is a little unprofessional of me…” He mumbles to himself. He sighs and you chuckle and at the dilemma he seems to be in, but that sound alone seems to encourage him to speak more. He wants to hear you laugh again, you seemed very comfortable with what was happening.

“Would you like to go out sometime? I’d like to know you better, you seem like a really nice girl and—“

“Absolutely.” You don’t let him go on with his little ramble, only flash him a nervous grin. The apples of your cheeks were as red as his, and it truly felt like two teenagers confessing to one another. You loved a man that made you feel like this.

“Oh?” He grins back, and his hand slides down from his nape to the back pocket of his jeans. “Great, when are you available?”

“Tomorrow, my place.” Shinichiro almost chokes on his saliva at your words. Your place? It was too early for that, not that he minded—but he wanted to be a gentleman, wait at least a few dates before even trying to get in bed with you—

Sensing that he was malfunctioning, your other hand slides on top of the hand that was holding yours and you squeeze it in reassurance.

“You don’t have to if you’re not comfortable. I just thought going to a restaurant would be a waste of money—and personally, I love cooking. We can just watch a movie and hang out?” You felt like such a breath of fresh air. Somehow, feeling your skin against his made him immediately relax.

It’s not the idea of coming to your place that scared him, he just always thought you only do that after a while of dating. But here you were, suggesting that an indoor date would be better and cheaper than at a restaurant. Plus, he felt like he could get to know you better if you’re sitting on the couch together alone rather than in a place filled with people.

“I love the idea. So, tomorrow?”

“8PM, how does that sound?”

“Perfect.”

--

After exchanging phone numbers, you and Shinichiro practically texted almost all night. You talked about everything and nothing, almost forgetting to send him your location. Turns out, you didn’t really live that far away from his own place, nearly less than a five minute walk.

He was really nervous. He didn’t tell anyone about the date, made up some bullshit of a lie that he was going out for a few hours and his friends were already eyeing him weird. He simply wanted to take his time with you. Your chemistry seemed promising even though you’ve known each other for less than a day.

He didn’t want to get his hopes up, and if you were going to choose not to go out on a date with him again, he could at least keep it a secret to himself.

Since you were the one cooking tonight, Shinichiro thought it would be rude if he didn’t bring anything with him. So he got a bouquet, brought board games with him and some drinks just in case. He felt stupid for not having asked you beforehand what kind of drinks you liked, but he was almost at your place. No time for regrets.

You had also told him to dress comfortably. You were going to chill in your living room for a while, and you wanted your date to feel as natural as possible. So here he was, dressed in a white hoodie and some grey sweatpants, his hair was still slightly wet from the quick shower he took after getting off work, and he hoped that he wouldn’t catch a cold.

Arriving at your doorstep, the man was more than sure that this was your place. You had a cute doormat with the word ‘WELCOME’ written in bold, along with two huge plants on either side of it. If your doorstep felt this cozy, he could only imagine what the inside looks like.

Knock, knock, knock.

He waits approximately three seconds before he hears the sound of you running barefoot to the doorstep, a muffled “I’m coming!” accompanied with it. You handle a few locks before opening the door, greeting him with the cutest smile he’s ever seen. He doesn’t have time to look at your outfit or tell you how nice you look before you were wrapping your arms around him. You don’t squeeze too tight, but Shinichiro feels you flinch and pull away.

“Oh, sorry! I got too excited—“ you’re blushing—fuck, you’re blushing and he’s getting butterflies in his stomach like a teenager. Shinichiro has been on enough dates to know the difference between feeling nervous and having an absolute crush on his date—it was the latter with you.

“It’s okay, I like hugs,” he places the bag full of goods on the floor and pulls you in another hug, his hand caressing your back gently. He hopes you can’t hear how loud his heart is beating, because then he would be fucked.

“You smell really good,” you mumble against his chest and you feel him hum. He leans down and you can feel his nose on top of your head—this was too intimate for a first date, but neither of you minded.

“You smell like roses,” he lets you pull away from the hug, grinning from ear to ear that his words were getting you to blush this hard.

“Thank you.” So shy, so sweet--

I swear if this doesn’t work out, I’ll never date again.

“Oh how rude of me, please come on in!” You lead him all the way inside, and Shinichiro can finally take a look at your outfit. You were wearing the cutest dress that reached right above your knees, along with a pair of fuzzy socks. You looked so comfortable and adorable, he couldn’t help the smile on his lips.

“Quite the cute outfit,” his tone is playful, it makes you pause what you were doing in the kitchen to give him a playful glare yourself.

“Yeah, yeah, I told you I wanted us to feel comfortable. It’s bad enough that my heart is about to explode,” so it wasn’t just him feeling nervous, cool.

“You’re also nervous?”

“Also?” now it’s your turn to sound playful and the man laughs at your antics. He takes a seat on your couch, and waits for you to join him. He looks around your apartment, and takes in how well thought everything seemed to be. From the candles sitting by the tiny coffee table, to the polaroids hanging on the wall—your place felt like a perfect representation of how you were as a person and as a friend; comforting and sweet.

“You got me my favorite drink!” Your excited voice pulls him out of his thoughts. He stares at you and the way your eyes seem to light up at a simple drink. He picked out the flavor very randomly, his thought process was ‘I hope she likes this’ and turns out, you did.

Lucky him. Everything he seemed to do or pick for you aligned perfectly with your preferences. Though, he couldn’t deny that he was eager to learn more about you; what you did for a living, what your favorite pet was, your sleeping schedule, your favorite place to eat—he needed to stop.

You approached the TV and grabbed your remote control before turning around to face him.

“Food is almost ready, wanna watch something in the mean time?” Shinichiro nods and you quickly take a seat next to him on the couch.

“So, what kind of shows are you into?”

The next half hour passes by rather quickly, and you end up not watching anything as you both chat on the couch. He helps you check in on the food when you gasp in horror, thinking that it got burned—but thank god, it didn’t. You talk about your childhood, what you did for a living and how things were going for you. If you had any friends living nearby, where you grew up. You appreciated how attentive the dark haired male sitting on your kitchen stool was, your heart skipped a beat every time he flashed you an adorable grin. You were absolutely doomed.

“How about you though, any friends or family living around you?” You ask as you start serving the pasta on the plates he helped setting on the table. He hums in response, but you think it was directed towards the food and how delicious it looked.

“I have two siblings, a brother and a sister.”

“Younger?”

“Yeah, how did you know?” he quirks an eyebrow at you and you shrug your shoulders.

“You give off oldest brother vibes,”

“In a good way I hope,” he teases, waiting for you to take a seat facing him.

“An amazing way, you seem very caring and selfless.” You light up the candle sitting in the middle of the table, and Shinichiro tries his best not to stare for too long when you stand up to do it. You were leaning down, the light coming from the candle made you look ten times prettier tonight.

Well, fuck me.

You catch him staring at you, the taller guy almost cooing at how you seemed to blush at his attention. A shy ‘what?’ leaves your lips and Shinichiro shakes his head in response.

“Just—you look so pretty,” he was being honest. He wasn’t trying to scare you away or seem creepy, Shinichiro was just an honest man.

“Oh please—have you seen yourself? You’re so handsome, it should be illegal!”

“Not gonna lie, I am handsome,” you stare at him in disbelief, before breaking into a laugh.

“What? My parents were very beautiful people,”

“Oh, I’m not saying otherwise. It just caught me off guard,” you giggled, grabbing your fork to eat your spaghetti.

“Plus, I look like my mom. It’s my biggest flex,” you notice how he smiles when he mentions his mom, and realize that he used the past tense when referring to his parents. Should you ask him about them or not?

“Were they nice people?” you were thankful that he caught on who you were referring to, and gave you a nod.

“The best.”

--

Dinner went on very smoothly with you two chatting here and there. There seemed to be no hole in your conversations, and when it suddenly got quiet, you’d immediately fill it with a new topic. Talking to him was just so fun.

He helps you clean the dishes (despite you saying he doesn’t have to) and you learn from standing next to him without your shoes on that he was a rather tall man. His stature was incredibly attractive even with a hoodie on, and he seemed to love dancing while washing the dishes.

“Oh did I tell you I have a niece?” you gasp at the revelation, almost dropping the board game he brought with him.

“You do? Show me!” he immediately whips out his phone and shows you the folder he has dedicated to pictures of him and his niece. He has approximately 500 pictures of her and she’s the sweetest girl ever.

She looks exactly like him, you almost think that he’s lying to you about being her uncle. You can definitely tell that she got her blond hair from her mom (you passed by a few pictures of the little girl with her parents), but she definitely looked like uncle’s favorite girl.

He tells you about her, how she brought some joy to his life a year ago when she was born. You listen to him and admire how his eyes are full of love when speaking of her—this man was the greenest flag you’ve ever met.

“I’d love for you to meet her, y’know if we see each other again,” he hesitates as he says the last sentence, but your hand is immediately wrapped around his arm before you squeeze it reassuringly.

“I would love to meet her,” even if you didn’t explicitly say it, you were hinting that you were looking forward to your next date together. Lucky Shinichiro.

The rest of the night is filled with laughter as you try all the board games he brought with him. Even when you got bored and decided to do something else, the man was down for whatever as long as it meant making you smile and giggle until your stomach was hurting. He loved how you seemed to encourage him whenever he doubted himself, he also noticed that your hand would always land on his back in reassurance when he lost (mostly to tease him, but you still loved feeling his muscular back through the fabric of his hoodie).

It was around 11:30PM when Shin finally decided it was time to head back home, and he had to fight the urge to kiss your lips when you sulked at the realization that it was time for him to leave.

“Man, that was too fast,” you complain as you both walk towards the door, and he chuckles at how whiny you suddenly got.

“Hey, it’s not like we won’t see each other again, yeah?” his hand landed on your back to reassure you the same way you did when he lost, and he noticed how you seemed to melt at his touch.

“Yeah,” you reply in a small voice, shy and suddenly too aware of your loud heartbeat.

Was he going to give you a hug? Kiss you? You were honestly hoping for a kiss, maybe a quick peck?

You were thinking too much.

“Thank you for tonight, I really had so much fun with you,” his hand rested at your shoulder, and you almost melted when he squeezed it. His hand was big and warm, you couldn’t stop thinking of how nice it would feel if you held it, kissed the skin or maybe traced the scars on it.

“I had so much fun too,” you reply, your hand instinctively wrapping itself around his wrist. Your thumb caresses the skin there, and while your heart was telling you that this was the right thing to do, your brain was scolding you for being so forward.

Shinichiro could swear that his heart was about to come out of his throat when your hand wrapped around his wrist. Your warm touch and caring nature had the man feeling dizzy, blushing once again like he’s never felt a woman’s touch before.

“Goodnight,” he pulls you towards him to hug you, grabbing both your arms to wrap them around his waist. This doesn’t necessarily catch you off guard since your brain had been screaming at you to wait for him to do something.

“Goodnight Shinichiro,” your head rests on his chest, a smile adorning your lips. You pull away from the hug a few seconds later, and wait for him to put on his shoes before opening the door for him.

“Text me when you get home,” you say in a low voice, trying not to disturb the neighbors and he nods.

“I will, bye!”

“Bye!” you wave at him, watching his back as he slowly walks away from your apartment. You close the door and stand there for a moment, trying to recollect your thoughts. This was by far one of the best first dates you’ve been on. Not only was Shinichiro such a sweetheart, but you had so much fun with him. You felt like you could hang out with him forever, you couldn’t wait for your next date together—fuck, perhaps you were rushing things? Maybe he wanted to wait a couple of days before calling you again, or maybe he won’t call you at all—

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Your heart stills at the sound, you almost grab your phone to call the police. But something tells you to open the door anyway, and when you do, two warm hands are grabbing your face and pulling you out of your apartment.

Shinichiro?

“What are you—“

“I wanna kiss you—can I kiss you?” he looks out of breath and his cheeks are pink. You’re not sure if it’s because of the fact that he ran, or if he was flustered. But either way, your cheeks are the same color as his when you hear his request.

“Kiss me, please.”

That was all what he needed to hear before pressing his lips against yours. His lips are warm and soft, and he kisses you so passionately that you can feel your head spinning. Your hands are balled up in fists, tightly holding onto the fabric of his hoodie to keep him closer to you. Shinichiro’s bigger frame is obvious when he kisses you, his entire form leans over you and it makes you blush even more.

Your lips move together for a few more moments before you’re both pulling away, the taller male still pressing kisses all over your face before pecking you on the lips one last time.

“Goodnight,” he says one last time, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips before walking away from your apartment.

You close the door once again, and for a moment you feel like a main character in a romance drama. You lean your weight against the wall and feel your burning cheeks with your hands.

“Oh… my god,”

Shinichiro was going to be all you could think of for the next few days.

---

After your first date together, you and Shinichiro went on four more dates. Each one had a different vibe to it; at the fair, at a café, another date at your place and the most recent one was a cute lunch date at his bike shop. He fixed your friend’s bike but you also preferred being alone with him rather than outside with a crowd of people. Not that you didn’t appreciate the dates at the fair and the café, you were still feeling giddy from knowing each other, and so it felt more intimate to spend time together like this.

Shinichiro hadn’t asked you to be his girlfriend yet, and you were more than okay with it. You could tell he was waiting for the right moment to do it, it was adorable. There were times where it would get quiet between you two and you would find him staring at you so lovingly, it made your heart stutter in your chest.

He was about to come pick you up from your place very soon, and you remember him telling you to wear something comfortable which intrigued you. Where was he taking you exactly?

Soon after, you heard familiar three knocks at your door and almost jumped from the couch. You were so excited to see him, the part of your brain that usually embarrassed you for being so excited for a date was buried somewhere—this was Shinichiro, the same man who hugged and kissed you so passionately on your first date, held your hand at the fair and pecked your lips after winning a teddy bear for you. He got you food when you told him you were too tired to cook, and cleaned your kitchen despite you telling him he didn’t have to.

And he still hasn’t asked you to be his girlfriend yet.

You brushed off the negativity aside, trying to tell yourself that the pit in your stomach was from excitement and not disappointment. He’s been so good to you, just because he was taking too long to make things official didn’t mean he was playing you.

You hoped.

You open the door and is greeted with a good looking Shinichiro. It was dark outside, it was 9PM and so the street light made him look extra attractive.

He always looked good, but this time—wow. He was wearing a leather jacket with some jeans and a white shirt, and he had his helmet in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other. You tried your best not to blush at the sight of his hair slicked back, but you were so used to turning red in his presence that you just let it happen.

“Well hello there handsome,” you try to tease him, hoping that it makes your blush die down and give you a hint of confidence, but it withers away so fast when he places his helmet on the floor and pulls you into a hug. He smells so fucking good, it should be unfair.

“Hi pretty, ready for our date?” He pulls away from the hug to stare at your outfit and hums when he sees that you’re wearing shorts and a cardigan. “You look adorable.” He leans in and presses a kiss to your red cheek, and chuckles when you look down shyly.

“Thank you,”

“Still shy?” He teases, handing you the bouquet which you hold carefully.

“Shut up, it’s not my fault,” you walk back inside your place and Shinichiro waits for you by the door with his helmet. You put the bouquet of flowers in a vase and fill it with water before putting it on your table. This way, it always felt like a part of him was around you.

“It’s cute,” he flashes you a smile and you have to look away to try to calm your nerves. Making you feel this nervous should be illegal. Did he cast some spell on you?

“Anyway big boy, where are we going?” you walk out of your apartment and close the door, and when you turn around to face the taller guy, he places his helmet on your head and helps adjusting it so that it doesn’t fall off.

“I’m taking you somewhere, do you trust me?” He points at his motorcycle waiting for you both in front of your building and your lips part in awe. He was taking you for a ride on his most treasured possession?

“I do,” he sees that you’re in deep thought and squeezes your shoulder.

“Then let’s go.”

He gets on top of his bike and helps you sit behind him, and at first you hesitate on where to put your hands—until you feel him wrap your arms around his waist and tug you to press your chest on his back.

“Hold on tight, okay?” You could swear he was doing it on purpose, but you don’t think much of it when he’s suddenly speeding away from your apartment building.

It takes you ten minutes to get to your destination, with Shinichiro showing off his skills and laughing when you scream in horror when you get too close to car. You never thought that he would drive so…recklessly, but it was fun. He parks his motorcycle very close to where you were both standing, facing a small lake that you always passed by when going to work. It had pretty cherry trees, and people always took their dogs out on walks or walked with their partners here.

“I love this place,” you whisper, standing close to Shinichiro who chuckles at your words. He knows, you mentioned it before when you were having lunch together.

“I know, you always stare at it when we drive past it,”

He noticed. You almost coo at this, and stare up at the tall man through your eyelashes. Your arms instinctively wrap around his waist and he pulls you closer to him, resting your head on his chest.

“You like it?”

“I love it,” you pull away from the hug to rest your chin on his chest, staring up at him with the same eyes that always had the man weak in the knees. His hand caresses the top of your head as he stares down at you, and it slowly slips from the top to the back of your head.

“If you keep staring at me like that, I might just kiss you,” although there was a hint of sarcasm in his voice, you could tell he was being serious. And who were you to deny a kiss from him?

“Kiss me, Shin,” the man doesn’t need to be told twice before he’s leaning down to kiss you. You sigh in the kiss, his hands hold your face so gently that it makes you melt into his touch.

When you both pull away, you’re glad that it was dark outside or your faces would’ve given away how flustered you were. He can still tell from your warm cheeks that you were blushing and leans down to give you a quick peck.

“Can I be your boyfriend?” This man was too much for your heart to handle. You thought he was attractive, well-mannered and a gentleman—but this really takes the cake.

You’re excited, giddy that you could finally make things official with him. You’ve been waiting for this day since your first date—and it finally happened.

“Gladly.”

You and Shinichiro were officially girlfriend and boyfriend.

---

Today, you were going to meet Shinichiro’s niece. His sister had asked him if he could babysit her and he agreed, asking her if you could tag along which she agreed to. She wanted to meet you, and you weren’t opposed to the idea. Emma seemed very sweet from the many times Shin mentioned her, and so meeting her didn’t stress you out that much.

You got to Emma and Draken’s place at 5PM, they wanted to go on a date (which was well deserved) and so asking Shinichiro to babysit her seemed like the best option since the baby was in love with him. You greet the couple with a smile, and you watch as Emma shows Shinichiro where the bottles and diapers are, and what to do in case she cried—which he knew about already. His sister was just anxious, and probably felt a little too guilty to be taking some time away from her little girl.

“Have fun!”

Now it was just you, Shin and the little girl. For a one year old, she sure had a lot of personality. And you think that she definitely got it from her uncle. She giggles at everything he does and loves to sit on his lap, but when she noticed you sitting on the couch, her eyes lit up. She was intrigued, and she rarely ever met a new person.

You weren’t a familiar face, but she didn’t cry when you asked Shin if you could hold her. She gladly let you take her in your arms and even giggled and buried her face in your chest when you flashed her a small smile. What an angel.

“Oh are you getting shy on me?” You stand up from the couch with her in your arms and walk to the kitchen to get her one of the snacks her mother had prepared for her. You held her in one arm while the free one grabbed her chair to sit her there.

Shinichiro watched the scene unfold and could feel his body tense up. Whatever it was that had him feeling this… dizzy, he needed to brush it off. You were so good with his niece, so gentle and caring—you talked to her with so much tender and his niece seemed to love you; a complete stranger she just met. You treated her like she was your own baby, changed her diaper and helped getting her to bed, you even gave her a bath and Shinichiro could only imagine what it would be like to have a baby with you.

Watching you walk around your shared apartment with a belly full of his baby, so sore and whiny. You would cuddle up against him and he would feel the baby kick, you would place his hand on your stomach and he would caress the skin lovingly. You would be so needy and horny, grinding against his thigh and he would help you—his pretty little wife, bringing you to an earth shattering orgasm—

Shit, he was getting hard.

He was so relieved when Emma and Draken came back, their daughter was fast asleep and you both were cuddling on the couch. He didn’t realize how rushed his goodbyes were until he felt you tagging at his sleeve in front of the car.

“Shin? Are you okay?” You were worried, his pretty angel so concerned for him, so unaware that the thought of breeding you was all over his mind. He didn’t want to scare you away, but he thought since you’ve already made it official and made out a couple of times, he could tell you what was on his mind.

“Can you come over?”

“To your place?” You tilt your head to the side and Shinichiro nods.

“Spend the night, I need you.”

He needs you.

You felt yourself get dizzy at his words, lips parted in shock. You weren’t taken aback by the fact that he was horny for you, but saying it out loud and sounding so…desperate, you could feel your panties getting embarrassingly wet.

“I’ll give you my hoodie, I can go to your place and get you some clothes I just—“ He knew he was rambling, but he didn’t want you to think that he only cared about his pleasure, not when he knew the night was going to be all about you.

“Shin,” you cut him off, and the man stares down at you. “I need you too, please,”

---

Once at Shinichiro’s place, you didn’t have time to take off your jacket before he was pushing you up against the wall and kissing you so feverishly. You don’t know what set him off, but you weren’t opposed to it. His hands were helping you rid yourself of your jacket before slipping behind your thighs to grip the skin.

He pulls away from the kiss and presses his forehead against yours, panting and already so out of breath.

“If you feel uncomfortable or want me to stop, tap my arm, okay?”

So cute. Your response was a moan before you were kissing him again, this time trying to deepen it more than before. Shin taps your butt and asks you to jump, and when you do he wraps your legs around his waist and starts heading towards his bedroom. He kisses you like he means it, and unlike other kisses you’ve shared before, this one has a hint of lust to it—it tastes different; needy, demanding, and you melt into it like butter.

You expect his room to be a little messy, but you’re pleasantly surprised when you see how tidy it is. It smelled of sandalwood and his perfume, bed neatly made. He throws you on top of it like you weigh nothing, and is immediately on top of you after stripping himself of his own jacket. He gets back to kissing you, this time you’re aware of what’s pressing against your thigh and you don’t mind at all—instead, you’re pushing him away from you to sit up on your elbows.

“Are you—“

“Shut up and help me take off my shirt,” Shin’s lips are sealed shut at your words, then he’s doing as told. He helps you take off your shirt and grunts at the sight of you in your bra. Your tits looked gorgeous. He leans down and presses a kiss to the skin below your collarbone, hands sliding up to your shorts to pull them down in on fast movement and you squeal.

“Shin!”

“You don’t mind me getting a little taste first, right?” A blush spreads across your cheeks but you shake your head almost frantically at his words. You wiggle yourself out of your shorts, giving him a little show by letting them hang to your ankle for a moment before throwing them somewhere in his room. You giggle when he leans in and presses a kiss to your calf, but it turns into a moan when he licks all the way up to your inner thigh.

“You wanna tease me, is that it?” His mouth leaves wet kisses all over your inner thighs, before finally getting to your panties. He is shameless as he takes a whiff of your arousal through the damp fabric, and you almost kick him away because of how embarrassing it looks.

“You smell—fucking heavenly, “ he practically moans out the last part, and it makes a shy sound erupt from the back of your throat, looking away from him. But he’s having none of that—not tonight. He wanted you to look him dead in the eyes as he fucked every thought out of your head, wanted to feel you clamp around his dick as he brought you to a mind spinning orgasm.

You gasp when you feel him remove your panties in one swift motion, not even stuttering and hesitating as he balls them up and puts them in his pocket. You couldn’t even ask him what he was going to do with them before he was leaning down and spreading your pussy lips with a breathy moan. He looked so gone and he hasn’t even touched you yet, the sight of him looking so in love with your pussy made your clit throb—which made him audibly grunt.

“You’re a treat,” you don’t respond verbally—you can’t since he immediately wraps his lips around your clit and sucks. You inhale sharply at the contact, back arching and jaw going slack when he proceeds to pull away and flatten his tongue on the sensitive bud. Your eyes are rolled to the back of your head when he repeats the same movements—sucks, pulls away, kisses and then licks. It seems like a simple formula, and you can feel yourself getting louder and wetter but you have no care in the world. He’s eating you out so good, he’s showing no signs of stopping and you don’t want him to. Plus, whatever turned him on tonight must’ve made him feral if he was all over you like a mad man.

“Shin—oh fuck, oh baby,” you’re out of breath, your hands are flailing around trying to find where to grip. Until you feel the man between your legs grab your hand and placed them on top of his head. He wanted you to pull his hair, Jesus fuck.

You don’t have time to think properly, not that you can. You’re pulling at Shinichiro’s hair, hips bucking and stuttering with every strong lick on your clit. Your body is arching off the bed, and you sit up with a huff. Shinichiro can tell you’re about to cum when he pushed your body back down and slides in two fingers at a time. He looks up and has to hold himself back from cumming in his pants when he sees the blissed out look on your face—glossy eyes, bruised lips and red cheeks. You were a sight to see.

He helps you reach your orgasm with fast thrusts of his fingers, kissing the inner of your thigh and humming quietly about how well you were doing for him, how you were going to take his dick like a champ, how he can’t wait to stuff your cunt full of him and—

“Fuck!” You cry out, your body stuttering and shuddering as you finally get to cum. You ride out your orgasm by grinding your hips to the same rhythm as Shinichiro’s thrusts, and you whine at him when you can feel him kiss your clit, praising you for doing so well for him.

“My pretty girl, my gorgeous girl—you did so well,” he whispers and kisses your stomach, and you look down at him with lustful eyes and a fucked out expression, which he chuckles at.

Your eyes follow his every move as he gets up from between your legs and walks to his nightstand. He opens a drawer and grabs a condom, and you almost whine at him for that.

“Ah, baby. We gotta be careful,” he soothes you with a hand on your cheek, his thumb tracing circles on the skin before traveling down to your lips. He feels like a mad man when you open your mouth and take his thumb in, swirling your tongue around before gently biting it. What a fucking tease.

“Next time, you can do that to my cock, yeah?” He whispers to you and you nod, but your eyes are wide and blown out with lust as you stare down at the visible bulge in his pants. He chuckles at your stare, and gives you a little show as he takes off his shirt—flaunting the body that he has even if it wasn’t the fittest, he was proud of it.

Then he’s wiggling out of his pants, and grins when you reach your hand towards his boxers to palm his hard-on. He grabs your wrist and shakes his head, leaning down to press a kiss to the back of your hand.

“I said next time, hm?”

You don’t have time to pout about it before he’s taking off his boxers—and holy shit. He had your mouth watering, but your heart stutters and jumps in your chest at the thought of such a heavy cock inside of you. Shin watches as your expression changes and he chuckles, his cheeks reddening a little. For a man who was so full of confidence a few moments ago, seeing you look so in love with his cock made him feel a little proud.

“Next time when you go on the pill, I’ll fill you up so good,” he rips the condom with his mouth and swiftly places it on his dick, he watches as you eagerly spread your legs to welcome him between them and you nod at his words, even though you’re mainly focused on his cock.

“Yeah? You’d like that?” he lines up the tip with your entrance and you nod desperately, feeling yourself get even more turned on. “You’d like me to cum inside you, watch it leak out of you when we go for rounds?”

You’re a moaning mess by the time he slips it inside. You cling to his shoulders, face scrunched up in pleasure when you’re able to feel the sheer size of him inside you. Holy shit.

“Yeah baby, you won’t even have to work for it,” he adds, sounding out of breath. He pushes your legs up and shamelessly stares at how you’re taking his dick—your pussy swallows him back every time he tries to pull out, almost begs him to keep fucking you.

“Gonna give my pretty girl exactly what she wants—shit, gonna fuck her full of my cum,” your tummy is alive with butterflies at his words, and you stare up at the man who looks so focused on your pussy. Feeling your stare, Shinichiro locks eyes with you and chuckles. He’s all sweaty and fucked out himself, and the smile he flashes you when he starts to drill his cock into you is devilish.

He knew what he was doing, and you weren’t complaining about it. Your body feels on fire with every drive of is hips, fingernails digging into the skin of his back when he reaches that one spongy spot in your walls—you squeal, hands traveling down almost to push his hips away and that’s when he knows he found it and fuck—he starts to bully it.

You’re a sobbing mess, begging for absolutely nothing in particular but you keep chanting ‘please, please, please’ repeatedly, and Shincihiro has to lean down and kiss you. He soothes you with his lips, a heavy contrast to his mean thrusts. He’s fucking every thought out of your brain, and by the time you’re even able to come up with a coherent sentence, he pushes a single leg up on his shoulders—and your entire body seizes up.

You’re cumming hard around him, your jaw has gone slack and Shinichiro doesn’t stop. The bed shakes with every harsh thrust, and by the time you’re able to breathe again, you’re letting out a small scream at the intensity of your orgasm.

“Atta girl—fuuuuck, gonna make me cum,” he whines out the last part, his hands pinning your hips down to the mattress. You cry out from overstimulation, your pussy aching for him to slow down.

“Just a bit more baby, just a little—“ It only takes a few strokes for him to empty himself in the condom, reaching down to rest his forehead on your shoulder. You’re both a sweaty, panting mess, clinging onto each other as though you were one another’s life line. And even through heavy breaths, you kiss Shinichiro’s cheek, giggling when you see him smile.

“Are you okay?” He kisses your shoulder lovingly, letting his lips travel up to your neck where he feels you hum. You look down at him, letting your fingers brush the sweaty strands out of his face.

“Never been better,” Shinichiro grins at this, and he fixes himself until he’s able to kiss you properly on the lips. He makes it short and sweet, trying his best not to get carried away again because he knew you were definitely sore.

“Come on, you gotta get up and pee, darling.”

“And shower… I feel so sticky,” you make a face at the word sticky and the man above you chuckles at this.

“I like you like this, you smell like me.”

“Shin!”

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[soulofapatrick]

Your World Hasn’t Stopped - Joel Miller x reader

Summary: Tommy watches as Y/N helps Joel through the panic attack of seeing someone who looks like Sarah

Words: 670+

Warning: panic attacks

Notes: This is just Joel Miller Drabble to test my ability of writing from an outsiders perspective - not my favourite but it’s a first try

Tommy’s POV

I just watch as Joel grabs his jacket and storms out, letting out a sigh as even after all these years he’s still as stubborn as he used to be which means I’m going to have to go after him or this conversation is never going to happen again. I climb to my feet, grabbing my own jacket, throwing back my whiskey and relishing in the nice burn before heading out into the winter air. 

Joel’s standing outside, leaning against one of the street lamps and eyes focused intently on a Maria’s younger sister. I know why, I had the same reaction when I met her as she’s the spitting image of Sarah. It took me weeks before I could even approach Cristina as she broke my heart every time she smiled at me and the fact I could have been a great uncle let alone an uncle. 

I go to catch up with my older brother and apologise for the way things were handled back there but Maria is grabbing my arm, nodding towards the two girls Joel arrived with, the older is running over to Joel as he’s bent slightly as if having a panic attack. Ellie, the younger just watches from a distance as Y/N reaches Joel, hands going to his face as if it’s the most natural thing. 

“Hey, hey, you need to breathe,” She’s saying, slotting herself between Joel and the street lamp so his head falls to her shoulder. She moves her hands from his face to his hair, carding them through Joel’s greying hair and she’s whispering in his ear. I’m too far away to hear it but they way Joel slowly melts into her means whatever she’s saying is working. Joel may not know it but from here it’s obvious to see he’s already found his person, he just needs to let her in as he’s still so guarded about romance from Sarah’s mother. I’m still angry at her for just up and leaving Joel and I with Sarah while she ran off to live her life. They were both young when they had Sarah so as much as I don’t blame her I would have thought she was responsible enough to stay and raise a baby. 

Joel’s suddenly standing upright and the pair are just staring at each other, Joel’s chest still heaving as he tries to regain composure and by the looks of it still on the brink of a panic attack. Something crosses Y/N’s face and she’s moving her hands back to Joel’s face before guiding his face down to meet hers. I feel like I should be looking away but I can’t help the swell in my chest because his life hasn’t stopped. He thinks it has but the way Ellie yells ‘finally’ and the way he seems to fall into this kiss shows otherwise. He has a family right here, a woman who loves him and a daughter but the stubborn fool is too closed off to see it I believe. 

“You’re okay,” Y/N breathes when they part, eyes searching. 

“You kissed me,” Joel retorts, body tensing but he’s not pulling away or making any move to shove her away. 

“I read that if you hold your breath it stops a panic attack to when I kissed you, you held your breath,” She explains and the air leaves his shoulders until she grins cheekily and adds, “Maybe you should have panic attacks more often if you’ll let me kiss you.” 

“Shut up,” He grumbles, pulling her laughing figure into a hug that has Ellie quickly running over to join in. The teenager practically jumps at them, sending the three of them to the ground with a cry of surprise and then laughter as Joel and Y/N let her join the hug that’s now in the snow. 

Maria’s squeezing my shoulder and pulling me away to let them be a family with reassuring words that for once I truly believe: 

“He’ll be okay.” 

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[dateko]

[9:22 AM] GOJO SATORU ft. the fushiguro babies

There are wet and sticky kisses making their way along your neck from your jaw.

Stuck between your peaceful dreams and the material world, you’re unsure if you want the kisses to cease or to carry on for a lifetime. The little nips and low giggles that tickle you after each sweet peck has you realizing that you’re just about on the edge of reality, so you blindly swat away the mischievous owner of the citrus-stained lips. “Go away, ‘Toru,” You sink your face deeper into your pillow with a sigh. “I'm still sleeping.”

The kisses come to a halt, and you can see Satoru pout. Yes, even with your eyes closed shut. It’s a skill you’ve acquired after years of dating such a menace. Sometimes you wonder if you possess six eyes too. “What? Come on, I made us breakfast.” The sorcerer whines, rubbing his hands over your arms.

“Oh, I know... My hair is stuck to the orange juice on my neck.”

“Please? It’s good! I swear, Sweetheart.”

Craning your head to the side, you let your eyes escape from the pillow’s dark embrace and offer your lover a threatening squint before letting out a groan at both the sunlight and Satoru’s intrusive welcome in your bedroom. An idea pops into your mind, and you reach for Satoru’s hand, playing with it a little before tugging it towards you. “Hey, why don’t you stay in bed with me? It’s warm and cozy… And cuddles are offered here.”

Even with an offer as tempting as that, the sight of the small pout on your luscious lips with the low sound of your morning voice, your boyfriend continues to be unyielding and tenacious. If he was a lesser man, he would have died right there. But he was close. “Nice try, but there are pancakes waiting for you.”

Before Satoru could steal a chance to slip away, you tighten your grip on his hand and lace your fingers together. You make a point and statement by brushing your thumb across the top of his hand, knowing Gojo Satoru is one hopeless man. “Well, how ‘bout a kiss?” Pausing for effect, sitting up to face him with a devilish smile. “Two kisses? You can name your price.”

At this point, you’re fully awake. No longer is the debate about breakfast or cuddles in bed, but whose stubbornness overpowered the other. Your cheeks practically hurt from all the smiling you’ve done, batting your lashes up at your lover in hopes of getting your way. The expression he has on is enigmatic, he’s contemplating. You’d never get tired of teasing him. It was just so rare to get someone as powerful as him tied down and flustered like a young teenager you once knew.

This, you decide for the umpteenth time in your life, is what falling in love with Gojo Satoru is like.

Hiding your gasps whenever Satoru’s blue eyes stare into your own was a difficult task. It’s an all too inviting trance on its own and you have to focus your attention elsewhere to win against him. His larger hand copies your previous actions, thumb brushing the back of your hand slowly, coaxing you to look at him. You already know he’s smirking down at you.

“Oh yeah?” He leans in, voice dropping with his nose brushing against yours. “I might just have t-“

“Guys!” A little voice breaks the two of you apart and Satoru drops his forehead on you in defeat. You sigh happily knowing you’ve been freed from whatever thoughts Satoru’s been having and the terrible heated tension.

At the doorway, Tsumiki holds a small Megumi in one hand and her own orange juice in the other. “Gojo hurry! We waited all day for you!”

Confused, you watch your boyfriend laugh as he gets up from his defeated position. “Tsumiki, it's nine in the morning. You waited for eight minutes. But don’t worry! Y/n’s awake now.”

“W-what?”

Tsumiki pads to your side of the bed, dragging Megumi along with her excitedly. “You have to eat breakfast now! Hurry! We can’t wait anymore!” You’ve got no time to protest when little hands grab at your wrist, tugging you towards the kitchen. Behind you, Satoru is trailing behind with a merry chuckle, hands grabbing at your waist.

#this has been in my drafts for a very long time and this was meant to be way longer aand a potential proposal fic but what can i do #i've been gone far too long #NOW EAT THIS! #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk

[liisims]

Zodiac Legacy Challenge

Welcome to the Zodiac Legacy Challenge for The Sims 4. This challenge was created entirely by me, @liisims, with the help of information from the internet and inspiration from the people around me. The challenge is based on the 12 zodiac signs, with each generation representing one zodiac sign.

Rules:

- Play with a normal lifespan.

- While I don’t recommend using money cheats, it’s up to you.

- The heir can be any gender (for simplicity, a female heir is used as an example).

- Complete the aspiration, max out the career, and achieve the max level in all listed skills unless instructed otherwise.

- Utilize the specified traits; their order doesn’t matter.

- The suggested number of children is a guideline, reflecting my vision for each generation. It’s not obligatory; feel free to interpret it as you wish.

- If you share anything related to the challenge (screenshots, gameplay, etc.) on Tumblr, use the hashtag #zodiacliisims .

I recommend reading at least one generation ahead before starting the challenge. For instance, if you’re currently on generation 1, make sure to familiarize yourself with the rules and description for both generation 1 and 2. This is particularly helpful as it often provides insights into how the current generation grew up. Of course, how you play is entirely up to you!

My love for challenges started by watching Clare Siobhan play the amazing not so berry challenge from @lilsimsie and @alwaysimming . When I looked more into other challenges I realized I wanted to create my own, and well here I am now! Sharing my first challenge. Before creating this challenge I made sure to look at no other zodiac inspired challenge as I wanted it to be 100% my own. Disclaimer: this is based on some things from the internet and people I know irl. Take it with a grain of salt! Enjoy!

Generation One: Aries

You’re a career driven overachiever. You love fitness, like LOVE. You can barely go a day without some physical activity. Your love life is a mess, you go from partner to partner and rush into things way too quick. People either really like you or they really don’t, it’s probably cause of your strong personality.

Traits: Self-Assured, Outgoing, Active

Aspiration: Super Parent

Career: Law (Branch of your choice)

Skills: Research and Debate, Fitness, Parenting

Children: 3 (Each child with a different partner)

Generation Two: Taurus

You’re a stubborn homebody. You prefer staying in for the night rather than going out. Growing up your mom always took very well care of you. However, you were just really stubborn and did not listen very often. You do really love your friends and family, as keeping good relationships with them is very important to you.

Traits: Loyal, Erratic, Goofball

Aspiration: Neighborhood Confidante

Career: Freelancer (Branch of your choice)

Skills: Charisma, Comedy

Children: 1

Generation Three: Gemini

You’re the “perfect” daughter. You always listen to your parents, until…. you become a teenager. You start to rebel, and your relationships with family and friends slowly weakens. Once you become a young adult you try your best to make up for it. You discover you actually are outgoing and decide to become a ‘youtuber’.

Traits: Outgoing, High Maintenance, Perfectionist

Aspiration: Fabulously Wealthy

Career: Videomaker, use ‘The more views video station’. (This isn’t an actual career on the list.)

Skills: Production, Charisma

Children: Twins

Generation Four: Cancer

You’re an ambitious gardener. You really love growing plants, but you also love eating them! You grew up in quite a chaotic household. Your family could be pretty overwhelming sometimes. You’d be full of anger. So you would find peace in caring for plants. That’s where your passion for gardening began.

Traits: Hot-headed, Vegetarian, Ambitious

Aspiration: Freelance Botanist

Career: Gardener (Branch of your choice)

Skills: Gardening, Logic or Flower Arranging (This depends on which branch you choose in the career.)

Children: 2

Generation Five: Leo

You’re the center of attention. Or atleast thats what you always want to be. Dating a lot, and then secretly destroying love life’s will definitely get you attention. Just seems like a easy way to go then, right?

Traits: Romantic, Self-absorbed, Cheerful

Aspiration: Villainous Valentine

Career: Critic (Branch of your choice)

Skills: Writing, Charisma

Children: 4

Generation Six: Virgo

You’re a wellness-obsessed neat freak. Seeing your mom cause so much mayhem in others lives growing up, you just really wanted to bring them peace. You discovered you love wellness. As well as helping other people! You can get quite jealous though when co-workers try to steal your clients…

Traits: Neat, Jealous, Family oriented

Aspiration: Self-care Specialist

Career: You won’t have an in game career. You will just go to the spa and host classes, give massages, etc. This is because there isn’t an actual wellness career.

Skills: Wellness, Cooking

Children: 1

Generation Seven: Libra

You’re an indecisive music lover. You had a great relationship with your mom, she decided everything for you. So now you really struggle with making firm decisions. But there is one thing you’re sure of… you LOVE music. The right music just makes you wanna dance your feet off.

Traits: Dance machine, Noncommittal, Good

Aspiration: Musical Genius

Career: Entertainer (Musician branch)

Skills: Comedy (level 3), Piano, Guitar or Violin (level 8)

Children: 3

Generation Eight: Scorpio

You’re a passionate foodie. You love food, but it has to be of best quality. When you were younger your mom made lovely home-cooked meals. Which is where your passion for cooking begun. Once a teenager you took over this job from your mom every now and then. Until you realized, this was the way to go for you!!

Traits: Snob, Overachiever, Clumsy

Aspiration: Master Chef

Career: Culinary (Chef branch)

Skills: Cooking, Gourmet cooking

Children: 2

Generation Nine: Sagittarius

You’re a true bookworm. You’ve always been very book smart. Even though your mom really wanted you to become a master chef just like her. You’ve got a blunt tongue and made clear that wasn’t the direction you wanted to go. She did pass down one thing though. Her love for food, hence why you are also a big foodie.

Traits: Bookworm, Childish, Foodie

Aspiration: Nerd Brain

Career: Education (Branch of your choice)

Skills: Research and Debate, Comedy, Logic

Children: 4

Other: Must adopt 1 child.

Generation Ten: Capricorn

You’re a self-challenging oddball. You love creating challenges for yourself. You’ve always been extremely socially awkward. So what better career choice then to become a politician. You’re very ambitious, so you try your hardest to persevere every challenge.

Traits: Socially awkward, Ambitious, Genius

Aspiration: Inner Peace

Career: Politician (Branch of your choice)

Skills: Charisma, Wellness

Children: 2

Generation Eleven: Aquarius

You’re an innovative helper. You have a very creative way of thinking, and coming up with solutions. Which is why you are so good at being a doctor! You don’t show it often but you really love helping other people. You truly value being in the company of others.

Traits: Creative, Proper, Squeamish

Aspiration: Neighborhood Confidante

Career: Doctor

Skills: Logic, Handiness

Children: 1

Generation Twelve: Pisces

You’re a sensitive soul. You love outing your emotions in art. Growing up your mom was always very supportive of you and your dreams. She did her best to support you in every way she could. You’re a people person and a very easily influenced by the people and their emotions around you.

Traits: Gloomy, Art lover, Good

Aspiration: Painter Extraordinaire

Career: Painter (Branch of your choice)

Skills: Painting

Children: 4

I’ve been working on this challenge a while. So I’m super excited to finally share it!! Have fun!

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[dancingdorito]

i really appreciate discourse on penelope featheringtons character but it also reminds me that some people dont understand that she's not supposed to be this amazing gracious person. shes flawed and loyal and stubborn and she's also, guess what - 18 years old! i cant think of one good decision i made when i was that young and she has so much pressure to be what shes not.

penelope is not a great person, and THATS THE POINT. she's flawed and makes many mistakes and in the end, were some of the things she did selfish? sure. does it make her the devil reincarnated? no.

people is a teenager that has two friends and is ignored by her family. she is 18 and on the marriage market. she doesn't have much say on how her future will turn out but she DOES have a platform.

penelope is doing what she can and protecting her loved ones the only way she knows how. is that a good way to deal with her issues? not at all. but she's not perfect and LW is the only way people hear her (eloise only listens to her occasionally). you can argue all you want about her not deserving colin but its not like she's publishing things that aren't true or would not have come to light later on.

the point i'm trying to make is that female characters shouldn't have to be angels for the audience to accept them. i dont see one word about anthony when he attempted to literally KILL his best friend in a duel, or when he tried to place his sister in an arranged marriage when she wanted to marry for love. anthony is flawed too but the fandom sees past that because he was protecting his sister. but then what was penelope doing? how is that easier to excuse and look past? was she not protecting eloise and colin from worse fates in the wrong way? you cannot pick and choose what characters you give leeway to. especially when it REEKS of misogyny.

women shouldn't have to be perfect for men to love them. same thing goes for anyone of any gender. i'm tired of female characters not receiving the same treatment as male characters who do the same things.

no one ever claimed that penelope was supposed to be a good person, in fact nicola coughlan has stated multiple times that penelope is not, and that is precisely the point.

i could write a whole essay on this but i will end it here. stop expecting female characters to be perfect in order to deserve any good things.

#penelope featherington #penelope featherington discourse #polin #netflix bridgerton #bridgerton #bridgerton s3 #bridgerton season 3 #penelope bridgerton #youre allowed to not like her just please be aware of why #im a penelope defender till i die #colin was a dick to say he would never court her not because he doesnt feel the same but because he told eligible gentlemen #like RIGHT after he told her how important she was to him #i love colin but hes not perfect either and thats why i like him #but people dont hate on colin like they do penelope #and it just reeks to me #anthony bridgerton was redeemed but lets not forget #he tried to place daphne in an arranged marriage #and he tried to kill simon #like literally aimed a gun at him

[birdieart]

some sarah rogers thoughts

(tw: eugenics, ableism)

mcu sarah would have given birth alone, likely very young (in her late teens), newly widowed, and in a foreign country. if she had a hospital birth, she would have only had the midwives, since joseph was gone by then

steve was probably very sickly early on (colic, cradle cap, eczema, fever, etc) and that would have worried her, especially if he was a small baby (very likely)

when it became clear steve was chronically ill (probably around 6-7, if the asthma, heart problems, vision and hearing issues, possible allergies, scoliosis, and anemia showed by then), sarah would have probably been taken aside and told she should give steve up to a sanitorium (a common practice with disabled children), where he would eventually be quietly euthanised, as was common in those hellholes

obviously, she didn't do that, and instead decided to work TWO JOBS during the DEPRESSION to make sure they had a roof over their heads, food on the table, and medicine and doctors visits for steve, not to mention things like books, schooling, art materials, etc she would have saved up to buy for him to make him happy, and later herself, since steve remembers his art making her smile, which is why he kept at it when he was a kid

she probably worried about him being bullied, and didn't realise her own stubbornness and fighting spirit had been passed onto him until she came to pick a 9 year old steve up from school after he got into a fist fight with a much older boy and steve told her he got into a fight because the boy was being mean to a girl and no one else was telling him to back off

(she couldn't decide if she was proud or exasperated. a bit of both. she bought steve a soda on the way home after deciding she was mostly proud of her baby being so brave)

when steve dragged bucky into the rogers apartment by the sleeve for the first time, sarah was convinced bucky was an angel sent to watch over her boy. he was so sweet, polite, and such a sensitive, kind child, with an adorable smile and a head of dark curls.

bucky ended up being less of an angel, but still someone who loved steve enough to try to protect him, even if he cried when he got hit and wasn't quite the fighter steve was. but they were good for each other. the barnes and rogers families ended up being very close, sarah and winnifred trading the boys off for sleepovers every other weekend

sarah, watching steve reach his teenage years, scrappy and hot headed, opinionated, and stubborn as all hell, realising that his life is always going to be hard because people will always look at him like he's not enough despite how fiercely he burns with his love for his family and his need to protect people like him when no one else will

steve was 14 when he got surgery for his scoliosis, and sarah waited in the hospital hallway for hours, not knowing if this new form of treatment would work or if it would kill steve in the end. refusing to leave his bedside when he came out of surgery and reading his old favourite books to him, telling bucky to stay quiet when he visited and steve was asleep.

she missed joseph, a lot. they'd come to america together, so young and unsure, but she knew he's be proud of his little scrapper - steve looked a lot like him, had the same angular features and crooked nose. as steve got older, she realised just how much he looked like joe, and sometimes it made her tear up because in some angles, it was like looking at a ghost. but when he smiled, it was all him, a little crooked, but still handsome and a little devilish.

at 17, once all the hormones had calmed down, steve stopped taking the bait for every fight and sarah had to patch up less bloodied knuckles, less cut lips, less sprained joints. but that fight was still there, simmering under the surface. steve was quiet, but had a few friends - bucky and arnie, both good kids, both of them boys she could trust with him.

(sometimes, she saw how bucky looked at steve when he didn't realise anyone was looking - the utter love and devotion in those big, sad eyes made sarahs heart clench, knowing it wouldn't be easy if it was what she suspected it was. but bucky loved steve and she was grateful for that, because that meant someone else in this world was just as affected by steve in their life as she was, even if in a different way)

when sarah got sick, she knew she wouldn't shake it. she had lived long enough to see steve graduate from high school and get into auburndale art school, following bucky who went a year earlier for their music program, and she was proud of her boy, and regretted nothing except that she wouldn't be there for the other things she imagined for him - starting a career, enjoying his adult life with his friends, maybe getting married and having a family of his own, if he wanted that (part of her thought he didn't - he wasn't the most social, and he kept to his own people, the people he chose. he was sort of like a cat in that regard, even as a teenager)

sarah rogers died, maybe not knowing the specifics of what steve would become, but knowing in her bones that he was going to great things.

she would be so, so proud of him if she saw what he became - a soldier like his father, a fighter like her, and something altogether his own, against all odds

#birdie speaks #this got away from me #but i have so many feelings about what sarah went through #i personally think they spoke gaelic at home and steve got into trouble for it at school #but obviously he didnt give a shit and kept at it #even after sarah died #lived in a very irish apartment block maybe? spoke to some of sarahs old friends in gaelic to keep in practice #but she loved hIM SO MUCH AND IT MAKES ME MAD THE MCU ONLY MENTIONED HER /TWICE/ #heinous if you ask me #sarah rogers #sarah rogers meta #mcu meta #marvel

[hypnotisedfireflies]

So if Joel doesn't find out that Ellie's gay until she's like 18 years old, I assume that means he wouldn't find out until she starts dating Cat or Dina…and that got me thinking.

We know Joel is a certified girldad and he would absolutely make himself president of the Jackson chapter of PFLAG within a week of finding out Ellie was a lesbian. But for all his dad energy, Joel doesn't actually have any experience parenting an older teen/young adult. Not only that, but it probably hasn't occurred to Joel yet just how different dealing with 17 and 18-year-olds are compared to 13 and 14-year-olds. We already saw that in Shots Fired when he thought a 17-year-old Ellie would react to drinking alcohol (and the rules he gave her about it) the same way a 14-year-old Ellie would. So how do you think Joel would handle the other challenges of parenting an older teen like Ellie dating, getting her tattoo, etc.?

Tess Miller has entered the chat.

“If you force rules down her throat she’s just going to break them.”

Joel pointed the hammer at Tess.  “You’re actually not qualified.”

He started climbing the ladder.  Tess held it steady, one foot on the lowest rung.  The board right up the top right side of Ellie’s studio had rotted and needed replacing:  water was getting in with every rain.  At least he thought that was where the water was getting through.  It would be a process of elimination but these seemed a sensible place to start.

“What, because I don’t have kids?”

“No, because you grew up without any damn rules, so you don’t know why they’re important.”

Tess straight up laughed at him.  “I had rules!  I just flouted them.”

“And there were zero consequences for that.”

“I turned out okay.”

“You were lucky.”  Joel started pulling out the old nails with the hammer claw. “Some of the shit you’ve told me, Tess.  That you got away with half of that or even fucking survived…”

“Okay,” she conceded, “I was reckless but I was smart, and so’s Ellie.  She’s not stupid, Joel.  She’s not gonna do stupid things.”

“Nothing seems stupid when you’re that age.  It’s only when you get older you realise how stupid it all is.”

“Okay, so let her do the stupid things!”

“Let her do stupid things?”

“Yes!”

“Just stand by and let her fuck shit up?”

“Yes!”  Tess laughed again. 

She thought she was so damn clever.  Joel coaxed out a stubborn nail and started on the next, wiggling the claw back and forth.

“Joel, she lives in a gated community in the middle of fucking Wyoming at the end of the world.  How much trouble do you think she can really get herself in?”

“Don’t know.  Don’t want to find out.”

“Well, it’s not much,” Tess said, flexing her fingers on the ladder. “I suppose you can’t help yourself.”

“Hey, be nice.”

“You were just born in dad mode.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?  Hey, take these.”  Joel bent down and passed her two rusted, bent nails.  “Careful.”

“Six years on Tommy, right?  It’s six?”

“Yeah.  You got them?”

“Yes, got them.  You basically raised Tommy.  Then you had all that shit with Emma.  Had Sarah so young.  Raised Sarah.  Outbreak happens.  You look after Tommy, you look after me, you look after Ellie.  Your whole life has been looking after someone else.  I can’t blame you for not…”

“Not what?”  Joel looked down.

“Knowing when to stop.”  Tess squinted up at him, moving one hand to shade her eyes.  “… but we love you for it?”

Joel scoffed and gave up trying to work out the last two nails, which were deeply embedded in the soft wood.  He started breaking it up with the hammer instead. 

“Watch your head.”

“I’m not saying no rules,” Tess continued.  “I’m saying be smart about it.  You make the rules in a framework that seems fair to her but at the end of the day, operates the way you want.  She’s a teenage girl, Joel.  Throw everything you think you know out the window.”

#driftersverse #tlou fanfic #tlou #tessjoel #asks

[avaelangel]

I have something to say about Travis x Laura.

I don't think it deserves hate that much. Yeah, it's a man in his 50s and a girl in her 20s. But if you think more about the plot itself, it's quite visible that they work as a couple only at some capacity.

Firstly, some thinks to know: all of the fan wiki camp counselors say "young adult" as their age and not "teenager". I think it might be a more formal way of saying their approximate age, but still. We know, that Max & Laura, Jacob & Emma and Dylan are the ones going to school (or trying to) for sure. The rest might be younger or older.

Also, Laura was supposed to work at the nurses office. I assume that there was an actual nurse and as stand-in Kaitlyn was just her assistant. But what if not? It makes Laura way more expireneced at least at looking after the wounds. She might be one of those characters, who learn everything from the books, but she have to be stubborn and persistent enough to know how to treat a scratched out eye with the stuff she had at the police station. So, even she looks and behaves like a teenager when there is no danger, she springs into action like a warrior when she needs to. I don't think that's a point to miss here.

If you allow me to say, i'm not really sure Travis is the favorite Hackett son. He's the older one, childless, with less communication skills than Chris. He loves his family, for sure. He might be a little creepy, but i think it stems from being raised as a helper, not the talker. He bottled up his emotions for decades while trying to look out for each and every family member. The game's plot is literally his life as he knew it crumbling aroung him.

Kaylee and Caleb might have been the only ones Travis got emotionally close to. He's the weird, gruff uncle with a heart of gold, who would probably sneak them his snacks or teach them survival skills Chris thought they wouldn't need.

So, maybe at first Travis sees them in Max & Laura. He can't get close and personal with these two, because at first he doesn't know what to do with them, he can't risk it and a bit later he can't put them in a harm's way. He plans to rely on Laura, because he for sure searched for her job application. And he's a bit naive, because he's tired. But in the end, she does end it all. Most of the time.

But if you are going trough a civil-relationship type of route and save everyone, Laura gets Max back. Only two Hacketts, Chris and Kaylee are dead. Why would Travis interfere? Laura is for sure traumatized almost as much as him, the reality of murder will set in for her sooner or later. They will keep in touch, maybe meeting every so often in the diner outside her college town. He's the only heir to the Hacketts lands, even if his parents hate him now. He needs to look out for Caleb.

There is also Max's death. Death of a majority of characters. Let's say, Chris kills his parents and Bobby, and then stabbed Ryan shoots him. This might not be possible without Travis or Laura dying, but bear with me. If the story leaves these two alive and bloody, there isn't anything left. No real world left, they would have to bury the bodies and come with some story. Without twisting, they would probably go to jail or on the run. They are tied together, but i think a different dynamic comes to mind first, rather than a romantic (and troubled) relationship.

I dubbed this "Punisher & Amy" dynamic. A man with only blood on his hands to his name and a girl that seemingly lost everything too. She reminds him of everything he's lost and he's afraid she will turn into him. I don't really think Travis would prevent the last thing. Against his better judgement, now he would be the one trying to get along with her. Bring her snacks and allowing her to write to her parents when they are on the run. Take a plea deal, so she would get out? By god.

"Romantic stylez" in this case doesn't come with any normal function that a good relationship has. I don't want to imagine a scenario, where Max & Laura are broken up specifically for that reason. So, we kill him again. We kill the majority of the Hacketts and councelors with Laura's hands and not. Everything was pointless. Travis is in mourning and his camp is now full of bodies. He has only Laura to turn to and they would probably came up with some story about kids going stir crazy. Or drug addicts relapsing while hiking not that far away. Blame the dead, lick their wounds, disappear. If Laura had family, they will never see her again.

And Travis, of course, would not kill her or torture her. She's a symbol of an end to him, and he's a symbol of a horrible start to her. They probably going to be horrible together. Looking for supernatural trouble one way or another, to prevent the next curse for the next group of people.

Here we are. I do think there is love possible between these two characters. But it's either love of shared nightmares, blooming into a life-long friendship or love of shared pain & blood blooming into attachment that is inhumanely possible to break. And of course, in fan fiction and fan art everything in between may happen. This post is my fan-thing.

Thanks for bearing with me, cubs. You may PM me with your thoughts, if you want.

#I get that i'm speculating A LOT #but i kinda like doing that. #english isn't my first language #sorry if some things are wrong or weird #the quarry #travis hackett #laura kearney #shoul i write fan fiction #travis x laura #suppermassive games #laura x travis #i don't mind them as a couple that much but i need my ships to work on every scale dammit

[loneswaggingranger]

I think what young royals does really well is that they paint everyone in a realistic, but fair light.

Like yes, Wilhelm is the impulsive crown prince not ready to fill his big brother's shoes, who doesn't really get how laymen think because of all the structures he needs to represent as crown prince, but he is also just a trapped teenaged boy who loves and cares deeply, who wants to BE loved and cared for.

Yes, Simon is a beautiful person whose smiles are like the sun and voice is like an angel's and he's an individual with a strong personality who doesn't give two shits what others think, but he is also stubborn and driven by emotion, and sometimes vindication. He makes mistakes.

And August. God, August. I could write a whole meta post about that guy. He dreams of being bigger than he is, he strives for power, and yet he craves intimacy. He genuinely loves Sara, he genuinely did feel bad for what he did to Wilheim - whether it was for fear of his own fate or out of guilt - he did try to make ammends, but the need to make ammends is overriden by his want for power. He strives for power because he has just lost power, his fortune, his father. He is vindictive, and impulsive and he just wants everything. He wants to preserve the royal family's power so much he is blinded by what his actions do to others. He genuinely thinks that's the right thing to do. He wants to be the good guy that everyone loves, but he also does things that are just blatantly wrong. Like what did you expect, man? Threatening the brother of the girl you love? Really???

And Sara. I love her so much. It's such a tender way of representing someone who has had nothing to do with sex, who also wants to be more than she is. I honestly think that's why she and August hit it off so well. Because they both are wanting of something - to be better, to be more, to be included (August in the royal family, Sara in Hillerska). The only difference is that Sara has a bit (a lot) of a better moral compass than August. She sees that August wants to change, he is two steps behind the line to redemption. She just didn't think that he loved power more than anything else.

Basically what I'm trying to say is that these characters are all human, and teenagers, and they mess up BIG time, which is just what I look for in a series. Heartfelt, real and everyone is at least a little bit to blame for something.

#young royals #young royals meta #prince wilhelm #simon eriksson #august horn of årnäs #sara eriksson #young royals season 2 #nuanced characters #i will absolutely break apart every single brick that makes up August as a character in another post #he's such an interesting antagonist

[ibijau]

Blue Orchids pt2 / On AO3

It took a few months before the doctors of Gusu Lan deemed their sect leader stable enough to leave his seclusion. It went well enough at first, and having sect business to distract him from his health was a welcome relief, but when the time came to go at a conference and be around outsiders, it quickly prove to be more of a trial than he would have expected.

He’d known, of course, that his return would draw attention, and that there would be speculation regarding his seclusion, especially considering the coughing fits that had overtaken him during his last public appearance. Before long it was obvious that, much like the Lan doctors, other sect leaders suspected that he held unresolved feelings for either of his sworn brothers (or both, some people said). After his initial irritation on the matter, Lan Xichen soon came to the conclusion that he’d rather have people be mistaken than to let them realise the truth. One way or another he would die of the sickness, probably sooner rather than later, and he had made his peace with that. But to have the entire truth revealed, to give Nie Huaisang more reason to despise him… that could not be borne. 

And Nie Huaisang, who was hosting that particular conference, already caused him enough distress as it was.

Lan Xichen had known for a long time that Nie Huaisang frequently suffered from the sickness. He always did, in an intermittent manner, or so the joke went back when Lan Xichen still had two living sworn brothers. As far as Lan Xichen knew, Nie Huaisang’s first bout of the cultivator’s disease had happened when he was no older than six, having barely started learning cultivation. It was rare for children so young to develop the sickness, rarer for them to survive it, and his family had feared they would lose him. They might have, if Nie Mingjue hadn’t forced his brother to confess to a teenage disciple on whom he’d developed a crush, before guiding him into accepting the pain that came of being rejected.

Then, less than a year later, it had happened again, and once more the year after, until before long everyone simply accepted that Nie Huaisang was quick to fall in love, and stubborn about trying to keep it a secret. Since he had grown up with it, Nie Huaisang had learned to hide his condition better than most other sick cultivators. Even Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao sometimes forgot that he was ill, until they’d catch him trying to contain his coughing. They'd immediately ask if he was taking the pills his doctors had ordered, drinking the teas they'd gifted him, if they couldn’t help him talk to whoever he loved this time, and generally fussing over him in the way he most seemed to like.

Nie Huaisang was always sick, but he'd rarely appeared unwell.

And yet the sickness must have become stronger in the months that had passed since Lan Xichen last saw Nie Huaisang. For the first time in years, he was looking truly sick in that way cultivators never did unless they had the disease, his face deathly pale except for dark bags under his eyes, as if his coughing fits prevented him from sleeping well. And he certainly coughed abundantly enough, though he managed to hide it behind his fan and was careful to carry a little box in which to spit his flowers so they remained out of view.

Lan Xichen ached to see him like that. He had spent most of his life worrying about Nie Huaisang’s health, and although their relationship was now infinitely more complicated than it had ever been, although his newfound love was tainted by all the secrets Nie Huaisang had kept from him, Lan Xichen could no more stop worrying than he could have stopped breathing.

To make it worse, Nie Huaisang hosting that conference meant he had to exert himself far more than he would have done as a guest. He’d never liked being in charge even when his health was good, and could probably have used the sickness as an excuse to avoid this, but he must have wished to prove he was a changed man from the Headshaker they had all come to know. And indeed to others he must have seemed surprisingly in control as he ensured that his guests had a pleasant time while discussing politics and cultivation, but Lan Xichen knew him enough to notice every small sign of nervousness and exhaustion. For this, as for the sickness, Lan Xichen was used to helping Nie Huaisang, and he watched with increasing unease as the first day went on and Nie Huaisang’s state worsened.

It was with some surprise that Lan Xichen discovered he was not the only one who had been paying attention to Nie Huaisang. Jiang Cheng too had been closely watching their host, up until a moment of break between the discussion and dinner during which Nie Huaisang excused himself to get changed. Although they had never been close enough to be anything more than acquaintances, Jiang Cheng chose at that moment to approach Lan Xichen and chat with him, as casually as if they did so at every conference.

“I just can’t believe he’s let it get that bad,” Jiang Cheng remarked. “You’d think he would have learned by now. Really, how does that idiot keep getting sick?”

Lan Xichen grimaced. Of course, Jiang Cheng knew about Nie Huaisang’s high susceptibility to the cultivator’s sickness, having been once the target of his affection during the time they’d studied together in the Cloud Recesses. It had been Lan Xichen who had noticed Nie Huaisang’s altered health back then and, since Nie Mingjue had been too far away to help, it had also been Lan Xichen who’d had to help Nie Huaisang confess his feelings and accept the rejection that had followed. At least Jiang Cheng had handled it better than most people did, and remained friends with Nie Huaisang for some years after that. They hadn’t drifted apart until the death of Jin Zixuan, when Jiang Cheng had become too busy to maintain old friendships.

“Jiang zongzhu, are you really in a position to judge him, when you’re sick as well?” Lan Xichen asked.

“Yes, because I’ve had my heir announced since the first petal I coughed up,” Jiang Cheng snapped. “Jiang Jinyu helps me with most of my work, he comes to conferences with me, he’s ready to take over whenever my health declines too much. I've even formally adopted him to make things more secure. But Huaisang? That idiot has been changing first disciples every few months for the past ten years, he’s refusing to marry… His sect is going to tear itself apart when he dies, and that’ll happen soon enough. I give him a year at most.”

Lan Xichen’s lungs burned at the careless mention of Nie Huaisang’s possible demise. In anticipation of a difficult day he had taken a number of pills and potions that morning so he wouldn’t end up coughing flowers where others might see, and so far they'd been enough. But thinking about losing Nie Huaisang made the flowers in his chest more powerful than any drugs. He would soon need to isolate himself and vomit the proof of a love that had caused him nothing but distress.

“I’m surprised you care whether he lives or dies,” Lan Xichen still managed to say, more bitterly than he’d intended. “I was given to understand that your friendship with Nie Huaisang was a thing of the past.”

“I care politically, not personally,” Jiang Cheng sneered. “If the Nie sect is weakened any further, every small sect around it will fight for what’s left of its territory, and we’re almost sure to have another war on our hands. If that has to happen, I’d rather it happen in a few more years, when Jin Ling’s position is more secure.” He paused, and glared at Lan Xichen. “You wouldn’t happen to know who he’s in love with this time, would you?”

“I have strong suspicions. But considering the circumstances, I no longer have the authority nor the closeness necessary to force a confession out of him, the way I’d done regarding his infatuation with you back in the days.”

“I have suspicions too,” Jiang Cheng said, and to Lan Xichen’s surprise he glanced toward Lan Wangji and his husband, who had accompanied Lan Xichen to Qinghe on the assumption that Nie Huaisang might behave better if they were there. “It’ll break whatever he has instead of a heart, if I’m right,” Jiang Cheng added, and to his credit he did sound sorry. “But it’s not like he ever had a chance, and he’s always been good at recovering.”

Lan Xichen nodded. Nie Huaisang always fell fast and hard, and he always tried to hide his feelings, but at the same time once he’d been properly rejected, he always recovered pretty fast, because by his own admission he never expected his feelings to be returned… only to soon fall in love again, to everyone’s inconvenience.

“So you also think he loves…” he hesitantly started, only to find the words impossible to say, his chest tightening at the thought.

“It makes sense, doesn’t it?” Jiang Cheng replied. “Considering everything he’s done…”

Lan Xichen nodded once more, his throat raw from flowers that his drugs suddenly could no longer contain.

Although Nie Huaisang had been infamously sick for most of his life, it had been many years since Lan Xichen had actually seen any of the flowers that were slowly killing the other man. Not since the Sunshot Campaign, when Nie Huaisang suddenly became so much better at hiding his sickness. Lan Xichen only got to see those flowers again that night in Yunping City, when blue orchids so pale they were nearly white spilled from Nie Huaisang’s mouth as he tried to defend himself against Wei Wuxian’s accusations.

Because the flowers were not natural plants, they could change over the years, should the person they were poisoning change the object of their emotions. It was usually agreed upon that the flowers, one way or another, betrayed their carrier’s true feelings. Lan Xichen was thus coughing up mulberry flowers, his mother had choked to death on gentians, while for a long time Lan Wangji had tried to hide the little purple flowers of radishes like the ones Wei Wuxian had allegedly been growing on the Burial Mounds. Nie Huaisang, for his part, had gone through such a variety of flowers that he could have set up a shop with them.

For him to have now become overcome by blue orchids was hardly subtle. He had to have fallen for someone of the Lan clan.

If Lan Xichen had been a more hopeful man… but in all their years of acquaintance, Nie Huaisang had never shown any signs of a true preference for Lan Xichen. He’d been happy enough to be spoiled by Lan Xichen, certainly, but then again there were very few people from whom Nie Huaisang wouldn’t have accepted presents and free favours. But more to the point, for a few years between the end of the Sunshot Campaign and the death of his brother, Nie Huaisang had barely spoken to Lan Xichen at all, sometimes openly avoiding him and usually refusing to accompany his brother if he went to Gusu, especially toward the end. And although they had become closer again after losing Nie Mingjue, the fact that Nie Huaisang had never trusted Lan Xichen with the truth about that loss, the ease with which he’d used Lan Xichen to kill Jin Guangyao… 

It would have been delusional to hope for love.

But that made the problem all the more puzzling because as far as Lan Xichen knew, Nie Huaisang had never shown any closeness, any interest in anyone from the Lan sect besides himself. At most he’d expressed terrified discomfort toward Lan Qiren, and a mix of fear and admiration for Lan Wangji.

That Nie Huaisang might have unresolved feelings toward Lan Qiren was something Lan Xichen still considered with great seriousness. It was not unheard of for boys to develop strong love for their teacher, even when that teacher had never been anything but stern and demanding… but in the end, Lan Xichen doubted it was the case for Nie Huaisang. 

Back in the days Nie Mingjue had confided in him every time his little brother’s sickness had returned, giving Lan Xichen a good idea of Nie Huaisang’s type. The people he liked, men and women alike, needed to have a certain martial capacity (which Lan Qiren rather lacked), to fulfil certain aesthetic criteria (Lan Qiren’s beard disqualified him) and to possess a willingness to indulge Nie Huaisang when he was acting silly (which Lan Qiren had never done).

Lan Qiren did not fit Nie Huaisang’s type at all.

Lan Wangji did.

Nie Huaisang and Lan Wangji weren’t friends, not exactly. Lan Xichen doubted they’d ever exchanged more than ten words at a time. But Nie Huaisang’s teenage terror of Lan Wangji had shifted over the years into a strong admiration for the other man’s dedication to helping the helpless. Meanwhile Lan Wangji, following the end of his three years of seclusion, had sometimes been willing to listen to Nie Huaisang’s tearful complaints with more patience than anyone except Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao ever showed. It was a flimsy basis to start accusing Nie Huaisang of being in love with Lan Wangji, certainly, except…

Except it was Lan Wangji whom Nie Huaisang had trusted to solve the problem posed by Nie Mingjue’s murder and dismemberment. And it was Lan Wangji’s true love who had been returned from the dead to help him with that. It was Lan Wangji alone who had profited from the ordeal of those last few months, Lan Wangji who was now happily married to a man he had loved for over half his life.

And all thanks to Nie Huaisang.

It took a certain type of personality to go to such length for the sake of love. But if Nie Huaisang could go to great extremes out of love for his deceased brother whose unjust death demanded revenge, it seemed not unlikely that he might be willing to be as ruthless in ensuring the happiness of the man he loved from a distance.

In the course of his life, Lan Xichen had occasionally envied his brother, because of the freedom he was granted, or the clemency their family had always shown him whenever he deviated from the right path.

He’d never envied him more than he did now.

“Are you and Nie Huaisang really no longer on speaking terms?” Jiang Cheng asked, calling Lan Xichen back to the conversation.

“I hope Jiang zongzhu will understand why I won’t answer that question,” Lan Xichen said with a polite smile.

“And I hope Lan zongzhu will understand why I’m going to insist,” Jiang Cheng retorted. “Aside from his brother, you’re the only person who ever got him to confess anything at all. If there’s one person who can force him to spit it out, it’s you. I don’t care how much you dislike him after everything that has happened, I just want you to consider how inconvenient it’ll be for everyone if he dies.”

It would be rather more than just inconvenient for Lan Xichen. Considering how the sickness had progressed for him, he had the nagging suspicion that he took too much after his mother in that regard. If Nie Huaisang died, Lan Xichen feared he might not survive long either.

If anything, that gave more weight to Jiang Cheng’s concerns. Qinghe Nie’s status was neither particularly high nor particularly low, and yet chaos would definitely follow its collapse. Meanwhile the Lan sect would survive even without Lan Xichen, his brother would take over leadership, but it might still lead to a difficult period as everyone adapted to the change, especially if Nie Huaisang's death had already thrown the political landscape into disarray. Of course even if there was a new war, things would sort themselves out in time. Lan Wangji could be trusted to lead Gusu Lan efficiently… but Lan Xichen couldn’t bear to think of his brother struggling by his fault.

“You’re assuming I’m the one who won’t speak to him,” Lan Xichen remarked. “If anything, don’t you think he’s the one who despises me?”

“You’re not dead,” Jiang Cheng pointed out, “and your reputation has remained as good as it ever was. If he’d hated you half as much as he hated Jin Guangyao, he’d have found a way to destroy you at the same time as he destroyed him. He’s not exactly been merciful toward his enemies so far, has he?”

“I don’t think that was kindness on his part,” Lan Xichen replied, tried to keep a smile on. “I think he merely knows how to pick his battles.”

Lan Xichen being allowed to live was just the same as Jin Ling had been allowed to live despite being the last descendant of Jin Guangshan. It did not speak of Jin Ling’s value to Nie Huaisang, but merely showed even he was not foolish enough to do anything that might turn the fearsome Sandu Shengshou against him. Sure the boy had been in dire danger a few times, but almost never at Nie Huaisang’s instigation. Even Jiang Cheng must have realised it, or he would not be thinking of saving Nie Huaisang from his own heart. In the same way, killing Lan Xichen would not have been tolerated by the Lan sect.

And besides, Nie Huaisang was trying to keep Lan Wangji happy, wasn’t he? However he personally felt about Lan Xichen, he had to know that Lan Wangji held sincere affection for his brother, and that his death would cause him great distress… and force him to give up his life of heroic wandering to instead dedicate himself to the Lan sect, which would cause even greater distress.

“If that’s how you feel, that’s your problem,” Jiang Cheng said. “But I think you're wrong. He's not nearly as clever about politics as you think, or he'd be protecting his sect's future. But even if you're right, it doesn’t change the fact that this idiot is going to die soon if nobody intervenes. If we don’t do something soon, when are we going to get another chance to force a confession out of Huaisang? Especially since he,” (he pointed at Lan Wangji and his husband), “isn’t exactly easy to drag to Qinghe. ”

Heavy flowers in the back of Lan Xichen’s throat made him want to scream that he did not want to hear the man he loved spell out his affection for his brother, that he hated the idea that he might have to console Nie Huaisang for this new heartbreak or worse, that he might not even be allowed to help him through the pain.

But those were selfish thoughts. Saving Nie Huaisang’s life mattered more than sparing Lan Xichen’s feelings.

“If you're certain it's necessary, I'll help you force a confession out of him,” Lan Xichen said, before coughing a few mulberry flowers into his hand which he quickly crushed so Jiang Cheng wouldn’t recognise them. “When should we do it?”

“Today. After dinner,” Jiang Cheng said. “The more tired he is, the less careful he’ll be.” He paused, glancing at Lan Xichen’s hand. “You have that under control, right?”

“Jiang zongzhu is very kind to ask,” Lan Xichen replied with a strained smile. “But don’t worry. Like you, I have made sure my sect will be taken care of after my death. And my state is not so dire that I might die before helping you regarding Huaisang. You do not need to concern yourself about my health.”

Jiang Cheng glared at him, but mercifully did not insist, nor did he encourage Lan Xichen to confess and get over it. But of course, if he believed that Lan Xichen was dying of love for a dead man, no confession could save him, so the advice would have been useless.

“Do whatever you want,” Jiang Cheng huffed. “You’re right, that’s not my concern. I’ll drag those two annoying lovebirds to Nie Huaisang’s apartments after dinner, try to be there before us and start preparing him for it.”

“Is it a good idea to bring them both?” Lan Xichen objected, his eyes finding again his brother and brother-in-law. Already for him who wasn’t directly affected, seeing these two together could be an unbearable reminder of the sort of happiness denied to him. But for Nie Huaisang, in love with Lan Wangji for years, perhaps for an entire decade…

“Do you think it’s possible to make him go anywhere without that annoying husband of his following?” Jiang Cheng angrily retorted. “No offence.”

“None taken. And you make a fair point. I will see you later then, with both of them.”

Jiang Cheng made a dismissive hand gesture, and without another word went to join his nephew while servants started bringing the dishes. Nie Huaisang returned around that time, dressed in a beautifully embroidered dark robe that contrasted with his pale face in a manner that would have been enchanting, had it not been so tragic. Lan Xichen felt again the same impulse that had plagued him all day of reaching out for the man who wasn’t his friend anymore and offering to help him. 

While Lan Xichen fought with himself, Nie Huaisang took a seat and encouraged everyone to sit down and start eating, chatting with his neighbours, recommending this or that dish, looking animated enough that one could almost forget how unwell he had to be. Lan Xichen, unable to eat because his throat was filled with flowers that would spill before him if he dared to open his mouth, could only stare at Nie Huaisang.

In the end he had to excuse himself from the banquet, desperate to get rid of that batch of flowers choking him, and to take whatever drugs would help him control his sickness for the rest of the evening.

It promised to be a long night, but Lan Xichen would bear with it if it could save Nie Huaisang.

#if you were wondering about the fic's title then enjoy this chapter of lxc misreading the situation :D #nie huaisang #lan xichen #jiang cheng #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #jau writes #xisang #blue orchids

[eatenlives]

BIOGRAPHY. charlotte " charlie " donovan is the daughter of jude and billy donovan. she grew up in a small house on erie, pennsylvania, with her parents, as well as her little brother, rory. she took on the big sister role rather well, immediately becoming protective of him, caring for him when needed ( in spite of his most annoying moments ). the donovans were a loving family, envied by many on the block for how well they seemed to get along with one another. charlie didn't realize anything was wrong until she was a teenager. when she started trying to go off on her own - when she wasn't listening to her mother nearly as much as she used to.

the murders started shortly after her 21st birthday, after her family moved from pennsvylvania to maryland. they were being called the household massacres, a string of murders which targeted families - much like their own - killing the mother and father, and leaving a daughter and son orphaned. charlie didn't know how she knew, but she could tell this was her parents ; that they had tried to get her and rory to be like them, but now that they could no longer control the two, they had to take their frustrations out on others, in the cruelest way possible. caught between turning in her own family and bringing justice for the kids that had lost their parents, charlie confronted jude and billy, which she now realizes was a mistake. her parents decided that they'd rather die than have their freedom taken from them, and their children would go down with them. billy grabbed rory, and jude stabbed charlie in the arm, the hip, the stomach. the older sister had failed to keep her brother safe, watching his throat be cut by the man they were both supposed to trust. crying, charlie was able to kick her mother away, knocking her against the wall and unconcious. she was able to call the authorities before she passed out from the pain.

waking up in the hospital, charlie should feel lucky to be alive, but she doesn't. not when she's lost her brother. not when she has the knowledge that her mother survived, and was now locked away in an institution for the criminally insane. once recovered, she starts a program to become part of the fbi, being accepted into the bau as a profiler, hoping to catch unsubs before anyone can get hurt the same way she was. she specializes in working with children and young adults - her soft spot is oftentimes pointed out, but she is an asset to the team. the public constantly questions whether or not she was a part of the household massacres, and tabloids have a field day with her story. she's often in the public eye, but charlie ignores them - what they think matters little to her. her own guilt makes her feel bad enough.

PERSONALITY. charlie started out as a strong headed and opinionated girl. as a young woman, she rarely knew when to stop talking. she enjoyed debating with others, and having deep conversations. it's almost the same now, except she understands when silence is important. she's incredibly stubborn, oftentimes asking for forgiveness instead of permission, though she has a lot of respect for her supervisor and her colleagues. she has a soft spot for children, but is scared to have any of her own, just in case she inhereted something dark from her parents. she looks into the void and doesn't care that it's gazing back at her. she absorbs darkness and holds it within herself until she can't, anymore.

MAIN VERSE. special agent charlie donovan is working as a profiler for the bau, but still living in baltimore, maryland because of her mother, jude donovan's admittance into the bshci. she visits her mother once a month, either out of guilt or something she doesn't understand. having suffered a recent break down due to a case with several dead children, charlie is sent to doctor lecter for a psych eval. she begins to understand that her mother and father may have actually passed on something through their bloodline, something that charlie has been dreading since she was young ; something that wouldn't be easy to get rid of.

CONNECTIONS.

JUDE DONOVAN. mother ; current patient at the bshci ; serial killer. BILLY DONOVAN. father ; deceased ; serial killer. RORY DONOVAN. brother ; deceased ; scholarship student. JACK CRAWFORD. supervisor ; bau agent

#when i tell you this took all day #CHARLIE. #if timelines don't match up that's just the way it be

[scramble-crossing]

10, 18, 21 & 28 for the ask game w/ sho 👀

Describe the character in one sentance

Pathetic catboy with a god complex thinks he doesn't need friendship or human connections in the friendship and human connections game.

How do you think they were as a kid?

Oooh I'm glad you sent this one I have a whole fic in the works with baby Mina >:] He was an absolute hellraiser as a kid. He was energetic and stubborn but also surprisingly sensitive when he was very young, bawling his eyes out one minute and laughing like a little maniac the next. He was basically incapable of not giving everything 100%. He always struggled to get along with others, too. He was never a social animal. And while he did prefer to do his own thing, there were times when he felt lonely and longed for companionship. Generally I think that younger Mina behaved a lot like he did in Another Day, eccentric and headstrong and still fairly self-centered, but deep down all he really wanted was approval and for someone to understand him.

When do you think they were at their happiest?

This is a very interesting one because I think it's hard to tell what Mina's ever really feeling. He's all smiles in og twewy, but Joshua repeatedly implies throughout Week 2 that he's frustrated and lonely and I don't think he would do so if there wasn't some kernel of truth to it. Likewise he's a lot less openly "cheerful" through NEO, frowning or hiding his face in many of his sprites, but despite that I do think that his week spent with the Wicked Twisters was the happiest we ever got to see him. There he was, surrounded by people who looked up to and relied on him, who were excited to see him each day, if only because they needed his expertise. I think Sho eats up attention regardless of what kind it is and who it comes from, so looking after a group of nervous, uncertain teens really put him in his element. He likes being a leader! He likes praise and admiration! And because he can't get those things from his peer group since he's universally regarded as dangerous and off-putting (gee I wonder why), he seeks it out in teenagers who don't know better like any functioning, well-adjusted adult :)

Most unecessary thing they ever did

TRYING TO BEAT HIMSELF TO DEATH IN ANOTHER DAY HELLO?? WHAT WAS THAT

I will literally never get over that scene. The sheer shock of TWO MINAMIMOTOS?? followed up with the most Freudian bullshit I've ever seen in my life where Mina literally laughs and screams "I could do this ad infinitum!" as he attempts cross-dimensional self-homicide...dude you good?? On one hand I like it for further implying that Sho's prideful arrogance is a front covering up for a deeper dissatisfaction with himself that is so great he takes pleasure in hurting another version of himself (and can easily tie into how self-destructive so many of his behaviors are), but it also drives me mad for how I just. cannot discern what his motives were here beyond just fucking around and finding out I guess??? In a way it's the perfect Sho scene for being bizarre and hilarious on the surface while having kind of miserable implications if you read it a certain way.

Also slightly related: I love how he makes a big deal of saying "Now I can finally ditch you zeptograms" at the end of Week 1 before jumping to AD-verse and immediately going "Where are my zeptograms" he's so funny.

#ough i really like this ask game thanks :] #i have a Lot of thoughts and any day is a good day when im given an excuse to shopost #asks

[hcnayun]

❝ this is how we become magic, we walk through fire and become more holy ❞

Age: 31

Gender identification: Cis female, she/her

Residential area: Downtown

Occupation: owner of Humming Bee & former model

Two positive traits: Resilient & engaging

Two negative traits: Impulsive & stubborn

Length of time in Providence Peak: 6 years-ish

Faceclaim: Im Jin-ah

80’s and 90’s music playing in the background, fashion magazines scattered about, a jaw sculpted by the gods, countertops covered in fruits and vegetables, a hair tie around a delicate wrist, a history of survival shining from dark eyes, and a shoe collection that could rival a warehouse

trigger warnings: abuse, stalking, drug and alcohol abuse

The path to Providence Peak was a bumpy road and one made mostly by choice. Hana Yun was born in South Korea into a conservative and traditional yet very loving family and was raised in New York City. The Upper East Side of Manhattan to be more specific. There here days were lived out in a penthouse suite of a five star hotel her parents owned. One of many around the world. That kind of wealth and opulence didn’t give Hana much of an advantage or spoil her. No, her parents were strict and informed her and her siblings early on that they would have to forge their own path in life. Things weren’t just going to be handed to them. Of course, there was a promised inheritance but it would only come when deserved. As Hana and her siblings got older it was realized through obtaining a university degree or displaying discipline and sound decisions toward building a steady life. 

Around age 13 Hana showed the first signs of veering from parental expectations through truancy. Rather than dutifully go to her classes or stay within the walls of her private education she would explore a vast city. Usually that meant she was at the shops given that at the time her obsession was fashion and her aspirations were to be a model. At age 14 she got her first tattoo and made her mother cry. That was the day her parents realized Hana would be a lost cause. Hana had never really been one to conform and generally always marched to the beat of her own drum. Those were traits her parents equally admired and feared in their young daughter. Thankfully, Hana had the ability to make something of those attributes and landed a few modeling gigs after being scouted by an agent while trying on heels in Bloomingdale’s. Not only did she have height, the Korean-American had a ballerina type lithe figure. Despite not being old enough to legally drive Hana found herself desirable to an all consuming industry.

All the wrong influences surrounded her. Managers and agents who were supposed to be looking out for the teenagers best interests, at least that’s what they had promised the Yuns, they only enabled and essentially became ‘yes men’. Not necessarily to be detrimental to Hana’s growing into a stable adult life but because of the inability to turn away all the good fortune and opportunities that came their way. Hana was a star on the rise. With a killer jaw line and an uninhibited personality she was loved by photographers and designers alike. From ages as young as 14 and 15 she was seen in the glossy pages of Vogue, Vanity Fair, and Harper’s Bazaar apart of fashion campaigns for top brands and designers. What that instant success and thrust into the machine of the fashion industry meant was the accessibility to things a child should never be exposed to. Not only by the time Hana was a legal adult had she been scarred by the treatments of immoral types she also had tried a variety of drugs and drink. When she was hot and in-demand Hana’s handlers did whatever it took to keep her going.

Eventually she burnt out and her body crashed from the non-stop lifestyle she’d been leading for half a decade. At 20, she may have made her own wealth but it had come with exhaustion and some dependency on substances of the most unhealthy kind. She’d been around the world and had some incredible experiences but what Hana had missed out on was being a kid, a teenager like her friends in a city like New York. There were some realizations and epiphanies that came from a hospital bed with her family at her side and agent pushed to a corner when she was being treated for exhaustion. In no way could she continue to live like this. Life wasn’t meant to be one non-stop party. No person was meant to work without break for years. So, it wasn’t until she was an adult that Hana listened to her parents and let them be the guidance she needed. She went into therapy and began a spiritual journey that awakened her to a much healthier lifestyle. Activities like yoga and pilates along with vitamins and clean eating became the way of life instead of things that were never meant to be put into her body.

By the age of 25 Hana had all but given up on her lustrous career in modeling and fashion and became a practitioner of mind, body, and soul. Instead of being another student in another class she’d become an instructor and trainer in the art of meditation, yoga and pilates. Unfortunately the noise of New York City was still all too loud and temptations were difficult to turn away when she had a weakness to her and they were so easily offered up to her. Despite the challenge that wasn’t what moved Hana to a city in the midwest, somewhere near the Rockies Mountains— it was obsession. A photographer that had been abusive toward her in her youth and yet someone she’d been forced to work with countless times claimed to love Hana like no one else every had or ever could. The former model had become a target of harassment and threats which escalated into dealing with a full-on stalker that the police couldn’t do too much to protect her against.

Given the way she’d turned her life around and had eventually become someone her parents could be proud of Hana had received her inheritance, and that coupled with the money she’d made in the modeling industry she was able to buy a studio in Providence Peak, Colorado and put the mess behind her.

#providence.intro #introduction. #biography. #character study.

[sourcd]

heyyy rolling in ( fashionably ) late to intro KANG JINSOL , i’m joy!! ( s/h )  & jinsol’s basically the former socialite around town that people either completely love or absolutely hate , there’s really no in between. while i don’t have her complete bio ready yet , i’ll include some key points to who she is & how she ended up in pelican town! p.s. disc is available upon request! 

full stats. biography. plots. pinterest. 

❃ ↷ ˊ-          pelican town is all abuzz about KANG JINSOL, our resident 25-year old EVENT PLANNER. you know, the one who looks like MOON GAYOUNG? i don’t see it, but maybe that’s just because they remind me of UNSENT POSTCARDS, THE TWILIGHT BETWEEN DAWN AND SUNRISE & HABITUAL SMILES every time i see them at STARDEW COFFEE SHOP. word around town is that they’re increasingly SELF - ASSURED and CHARISMATIC, but can get rather STUBBORN. hope to see them around the valley soon!

STATS

name : kang jinsol

date of birth : march 20th , 97

age : twenty five

gender : cis female 

pronouns : she/her

orientation : biromantic + bisexual

birthplace : berlin , germany

occupation : event planner + specializing in weddings

languages : korean , english , german

BACKGROUND cw includes infidelity and divorce 

❀  jinsol was born seven minutes before her twin brother, making her the first born of the kang family & the oldest sibling ( also making her the type of person to count down to the exact minute when debating differences in age. )

❀  she starts her life like it’s a competition, always trying to get perfect scores and earn the biggest rewards -- even when nobody else is trying quite as hard. her habits are brushed off as a cute quirk, but her mother notices how similar jinsol is to herself. after all, her mother feels way too young and way too driven to have to dedicate her whole life to taking care of twins. so soon enough her mother spends less time at home and more time at work, and eventually, in the arms of various lovers. 

❀  all is seemingly well until their eleventh birthday, when ( in jinsol’s mind ) the inevitable split happens and their mother prepares her children to move on without a second thought. the family spends two months in france, and then decides to try london, where stepdad #1 comes into the picture. the very start of a trend jinsol doesn’t care for. stepdad #1 is fine -- jinsol supposes. hard working, like her mother, but oh - so boring. perhaps ill - fated from the moment they moved in together, because the relationship only lasts a total of six months before they’re packing again.

❀  they bounce from country to country for a couple years, where they exchange unremarkable stepdad for another unfortunately unremarkable stepdad until the twins hit sixteen. for the first time in a while, the family officially becomes four again. this time the addition is a very wealthy business man ( her mother brags that he owns some department store or another ) and they settle down in seoul. it’s the year of firsts -- the first time jinsol puts down her cello and picks up a glass of champagne. the first time she tries dating and absolutely hates it. the first time she feels like she’s found purpose. 

❀  she spends her time mingling with socialites and finding her bearings in yet another foreign country. she learns to listen a little more carefully and smile a tad bit more, until she finds herself at the pinnacle of teenage success. she’s the one people go to for the gossip and the advice, until eventually they’re looking for tips on how to make their party better than the others. & jinsol absolutely revels in it. event planning is her calling -- and so, into university she goes all the while nurturing her budding career. 

❀  so how does she end up in pelican town? frankly, moving to a small town isn’t anything she expects nor is being in such a tiny town something that she’s used to. when she first arrives she calls it a “vacation.” as in, she has “business matters” to wrap up before she goes back to seoul, back to her home. the justification only starts to raise questions when one month turns into six and she’s still stuck in the town she claims not to care for. ( rumor has it , her business matters are more akin to family matters. idle gossip backed up by the claim that her mother was a pelican town native before leaving the town behind. ) 

PERSONALITY

—  you can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar. jinsol is saccharine words spilled from cherry lips & bubbly laughter at the smallest jokes. being nice is usually thought of as a courtesy, but she’s well versed in using it as a tactic. she has a certain charisma and people skills that make her relatively easy to talk to. you can find her making small talk about a business’s beginnings, or inviting people to group dates, and finding things to compliment. 

—  it’s not hard to open up to her when she makes it a habit to find the right things to say. though whether or not you should open up to her is a completely different beast. she’s nosy -- and bad with gossip. 

—  she also finds an immense joy in putting on weddings. god knows she doesn’t believe in love, or anything remotely close to it, but she loves to cash in on that sweet wedding money. her job in general is a high point for her & you can catch her volunteering for every and any event that she thinks she can add her own personal + professional touch to. 

—  not to mention ,,,,, she’s on the blunter side when it comes to delivering bad news or offering up conflicting opinions. not only a perfectionist, but a competitive one, she prioritizes her own thoughts and feelings above all else. ( sometimes she can be a little harsh. )

—  generally kinda annoying, though i’ll elaborate more during plots LOL 

CONNECTIONS

—  a confidant , alternatively somebody she can almost always be found gossiping with. somebody she can disclose all the juicy intel she gets & feels confident enough in to even discuss her own. seeing as they’d never tell ... right?

—  that one friend that’s in a near constant state of ??? when they talk to jinsol. they’re never quite sure the last time that she slept and are basically begging her to eat something besides greasy snacks and coffee. 

—  a coworker ! of sorts . . . maybe they own some type of business or have access to resources that jinsol would love to include in her events. 

—  a one sided love, perhaps? or somebody who finds it way too much fun to use cheesy pick up lines on her & watch her cringe. 

—  exes, ex flings, soured romances, whatever really. the girl has commitment issues ---- and they run deep ,,, rip. maybe their “relationship” wasn’t that serious or maybe it was, the bottom line is that it probably didn’t take too long for jinsol to jump ship entirely. ( & now she’s stuck awkwardly smiling at them whenever she’s in the line at jojamart. ) 

—  family connections ,, a sibling? a cousin? 

—  way more that i have yet to think of ,,, lol 

#stardewtm:intro #pffft really im so sorry that this is late #hmu for plots hehe

[wellthatwasaletdown]

It's so crazy how much this man has aged in the past two years. He looks terrible"... i agree anon. And he looks very very untidy

Different opinion & probably not a popular one, but I think Harry is still really cute. I also think he tries to look untidy bc he doesn't necessarily want to be seen as a heartthrob anymore. Especially while having a girlfriend that has two young children. Kids their ages probably have posters of Harry on their walls. Poor Daisy. it's possible that she might even have a little crush on him (she's at that age) which is frightening when you think about what her mother is doing in the very next room w him. I hope the courts consider that too bc I think Olivia shacking up w Harry is one thing, but she shouldn't involve her children. If she were married to Harry, that would be different. Then he would be considered their stepdad.

I feel the same way about Jason. I hope he's not shacking up w anyone yet. These ppl aren't like us. They are celebrities & their every move is documented. Their kids see everything & have to hear about it at school. Kids are mean. Not everyone loves Harry & you can't make preschoolers sign NDA's. Good grief.

I also believe Harry tries to grow a mustached & doesn't shave as often bc he is trying to look older. Not more mature, just older. He is dating someone that is nearing 40 & let's face it, most of the time he still looks like a teenager. Not so much when he looks unkept & unshaven.

And one more thing while I'm thinking abt it. I saw someone say Olivia & Jason no longer talk? How sad. When we first learned abt HO she was still close to Jason. Close enough that we saw a video of her embracing him & kissing him & looking at him as if he still hung the moon. That was the end of December 2020.

So, since she's been w Harry, she no longer speaks to the father of her children? I just find that really, really sad for her kid's sake. And can't help but indirectly blame Harry. I think he has a lot of influence on her & that's obvious in the way she follows him wherever HE goes.

And she wants to permanently move Jason's children to London for Harry. If Harry loved Olivia & cared about her children even a little bit, he wouldn't allow that to happen. He would move to CA for her & the sake of her children. He would be encouraging her, as a good partner & human, to have a healthy relationship w Jason so they can continue working on co-parenting & making a better life for Daisy & Otis.

I can't help but think Harry saw that video & maybe felt threatened by Jason thinking maybe Olivia still had feelings for him. Also threatened by what Olivia shares w Jason. This is the first time that we know of that Harry has dated someone w children. I don't care how much H loves kids, that's not an easy adjustment.

I think the Harry we see is very different from the one we don't see. just from the things he has said himself, I believe he is not only a jealous person, but stubborn & likes things his way or no way & get the hell out of my way. That will get old over time.

I'm really sorry this is so long. If you made it this far thank you.

I think you nailed it pretty much.

[icedfae]

(—) ★ spotted!! NARI BARLOWE on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the 26 year old looks like BAE SUZY, but i don’t really see it. while  the PHOTOGRAPHER is known for being AFFABLE my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be MULISH i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song HIGHLIGHTS BY MOTHICA  {she/her cisfemale}

pick me apart so you can see

basics

Name: Nari Barlowe (birth name Yun Nari) Age: Twenty-Six DOB: March 18, 1996 Gender: Cisfemale Sexuality: Bisexual Occupation: Freelance Photographer Parents: Su-Jin Barlowe (nee Yun) and Peter Barlowe (adoptive/step-father) Hometown: Tacoma, Washington

which of the parts to keep or to leave

biography

When Su-Jin was a teenager, she tried to keep her life on track as much as humanly possible. Her parents were strict and overprotective, often shielding their daughter from the outside world. Growing up as a first generation Korean American had it's difficulties for her, but Su-Jin tried to fit into her world as much as possible. It wasn't until she got to University that Su-Jin found a place to call home: the university's Asian Association. It was there that she met Nari's father. The two had a fling for a few years and during Su-Jin's final year at university, she found out she was pregnant and at first the two were estatic for the edition to their family. It would happen that her father would soon die in a car accident just months before graduation.

When Nari was two years old, her mother moved them to Tacoma to pursue a job that she was recommended for through her schooling. It was there at that job where she met Peter Barlowe. The two fell in love over the next year and before long, the two were married and Peter legally adopted Nari soon after. Peter knew how important it was to feel like you belonged, having been adopted himself.

Throughout her childhood, Nari found herself surrounded by people that didn't understand her. Much like her mother, Nari found herself struggling to fit in with those around her. It seemed no matter what she did, Nari struggled with the need to change herself to fit what others wanted from her.

So she started to show the world through her eyes. From the first moment that she took a photo, Nari was done for. It was the only way she felt that people could see the melancholy world view that she had. Before long, her photos took on a macabre feel. There wasn't a time where you couldn't find her behind a camera.

TW: DRUG ABUSE While not fitting in well with her peers in school, Nari decided to try and make a life in a bigger city where she wouldn't feel so invisible. New York City was an obvious choice when she got into NYU. It was there that she met her ex. They had run into each other at a party and the rest was history. If only they had been a decent influence on her. Drugs soon became a regular occurrence in their lives and it took Nari three years before enough became enough her. She soon packed her bags and made her way back to Washington.

It was actually her mother's idea for Nari to make her way to Hollywood, that her photography may take off there.

so i look just how you think i should be

things to note

Nari is a ray of sunshine most of the time because she feels as though it keeps people around. She truly believes that she's a burden otherwise. She doesn't want to bring anyone else down with her own problems.

She had been diagnosed with anxiety and depression when she was a young teenager and has been in therapy for years now.

Has a cat named Jellybean.

Her photography is more candid photos of people. She likes showing the differences of humanity, though she has been known to find a macabre setting for things.

Is also one of the most stubborn people you will meet. She doesn't like to be told that she's wrong and will refuse to admit defeat.

Spent her first few years in LA working at a coffee shop before her photography started blowing up a bit more.

Extremely superstitious of a person and believes in fate.

Really can hold a grudge when she needs to, though she hates being disliked for any reason.

Favorite color is yellow.

While she feels like part of her identity will never be known, thanks to the death of her father before she was born, she wouldn't trade her relationship with her dad for anything. She reckons she's closer to him than her mother.

Came from a very wholesome family. Has two younger siblings -- twenty-two and seventeen years old.

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Little Sibling - They were born when Nari was four years old, just a year after their parents were married. There isn't a lot that Nari wouldn't do for them but their relationship is a little strained. During the formative years of her life, Nari tended to withdraw when something happened that she didn't particularly care for and that put a damper on the two of them. She loves them though and would do just about anything for them. Recently, she invited them to come out here to stay and would be fine with having an extra income to help out on rent if they wanted to stay.

Ex - Nari met this man when she was living in New York and going to NYU. At first, they were friends who kept running into each other at parties and would share a drink or two, maybe see each other around campus. Eventually it turned into them sleeping together and then eventually entering a serious relationship. Two years after they were together, Nari's mental health began to decline and he dismissed it, not understanding her point. An overdose later, Nari broke up with him and moved home before permanently relocating to LA.

Best Friend - When Nari moved to LA this person would have been someone that she latched onto immediately. An extremely loyal person, Nari probably is that anger hype friend for them but also the biggest cheerleader when something good happens.

Reoccurring Subject - I thought it would be fun if there's someone that keeps showing up in Nari's photos of just general life in the city and now she's afraid that she's lowkey stalking against her will. Probably pretty intrigued by this person but doesn't know exactly how to approach a conversation. She figures saying 'hey I keep accidentally taking your picture in public please don't sue me' isn't the best way to start a conversation. TAKEN BY ALANA BISHOP

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