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hyeque · 2 years

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messenger [tsukishima kei]

synopsis: you and yamaguchi are best friends with tsukishima. nearly everyday girls come up to the two of you to ask about the blonde and you both have had just enough. little do you know that yamaguchi has a plan of his own to get the chatting to stop...

notes: based off the sole fact that it's canon that girls only go up to yamaguchi to ask him about tsukki, which obviously means he's popular with girls. this was originally written as a stand-alone but i decided to submit it for lexi's @suckerforsugawara first time for everything collab! i apologize for how late this is, writer’s block got the best of me.

warnings: reader is very much in their head, angst at first but eventual fluff with good ending

word count: 4kei

for as smart as tsukishima kei is, he sure is oblivious to how girls flirt with him.

everyday a good number of girls around campus whisper and talk about how they find the blonde middle blocker attractive. about how much a good boyfriend he would make. it amazes you to no end how much the tall and silent type attract people. you could probably end up rich with how much you hear about him, because there's seriously not one day where you don't hear his name.

at first, most of the comments make you laugh. over time though, you begin to roll your eyes and scoff. you don't understand why so many people like him. half the time you see how tsukishima interacts with hinata and kageyama and it isn't in the nicest or most pleasant way. it just looks like a complete circus act. you truly feel sorry for daichi and suga.

tsukishima is just...mean. if you had a boyfriend who treated you like that, you'd dump him on the spot.

but maybe you are a hypocrite because while you think of all these things, you're still friends with him.

...if you can even call it that—you're sure tsukishima just 'tolerates' you. but the fact that you and yamaguchi are the two he spends the most time with obviously means something. he also begrudgingly helps you with your homework and walks you home from class all the time.

it means something...right?

today is no different from many other days as you watch hinata and kageyama get into a heated screaming match about god knows what. tsukishima is on the side snickering to yamaguchi. everyone else is helplessly by standing.

but you, on the other hand, are in your own little world. you're one of the managers for karasuno university's volleyball team. currently, you're filling up water bottles for the team. being in the role as manager, you've become a master at zoning out hinata and kageyama's bickering.

but you did not expect that this skill would one day work against you.

"hinata, kageyama! watch out!" ennoshita shouts, but it's already too late. you feel the unruly force of a volleyball hit you, making you drop the bottles you're filling up and spill water on the ground.

"are you okay?" yamaguchi rushes to help you to your feet, shooting the offending people a small glare. kageyama and hinata shiver at tadashi's gaze and begin to profusely apologize.

"i'm okay, yams. thank you." you dust off your clothes and laugh, "it's nothing i can't help when those two get carried away."

"we are so sorry!" hinata cries, nearly tripping over himself to get to you. kageyama sheepishly let's out a 'sorry' before his face flushes a bright red.

you open your mouth to assure them you're fine, but a certain voice beats you to it.

"are you two that incompetent that you'll take out our manager in the middle of one of your childish games?" the voice hisses. "i knew the two of you were stupid, but you both surprise me every day. i have to start lowering my bar more."

you don't have to turn to know who it is.

tsukishima turns to you, a displeased look on his face. if you squint, you can see his concern. "and you really need to work on watching your surroundings. i'd rather not have to take you to the hospital." he scolds, picking up the bottles from the ground. he swats your hand away when you reach out for them and you puff out your cheeks, frustrated.

he always does this, where you can't tell if he cares for you, or if he's just being mean. maybe you’re reading into things too closely.

you watch his eyes scan your figure intently and you flinch when you feel him touch you. your breath hitches at how close he is, close enough to see the specks of gold in his eyes from behind the lenses of his sports googles.

his hand gently turns your face to either side, "are you hurt anywhere?"

at the feeling of his hand on your arm, you feel it burn at the source of his touch. you quickly recover and answer that you're fine. he studies your face for a moment longer to detect if you're lying but doesn't prod for any more answers.

not too far away does yamaguchi note the gesture between you two, but doesn't say anything.

the rest of practice runs by smoothly and you have practically forgotten that you were hit with a volleyball. before you know it, it's over and everyone calls it a day before filing out to the lock room.

tsukishima announces that he has to go somewhere after practice and for you and yamaguchi to not wait up for him. neither of you question him on his whereabouts because chances are he won't even tell you anyways.

as punishment for hitting you with the volleyball, kageyama and hinata are responsible for cleaning up the gym and locking up, which gives you the advantage of getting home early. down to two, you and yamaguchi start your trek home, the convo floating between school, volleyball, and other interests.

"yamaguchi-san?"

the two of you turn at the sound of a girl. she looks anxious and nervous and holds a pink envelope in her hands.

"hi! what can i do for you?" he smiles, green eyes bright and inviting.

the girl seems to gain confidence at yamaguchi's smile. "i have this confession for tsukishima-kun...but i don't know how to give it to him, so i was wondering if you would give it to him for me?" the girl explains shyly. her eyes shift to you and widen. "you're not dating tsukishima-san are you?"

your eyes widen at the accusation and you bust out a laugh, hard. maybe too hard.

"me? date him? i could never!"

after your embarrassing and short-lived laughing party, yamaguchi reluctantly agrees to take the letter to give to tsukishima. a strange feeling wells up in your chest at the sight, and you don't know why you felt disappointed in him doing so.

as soon as the girl leaves, you see yamaguchi's shoulders sag and his smile fades.

"what's wrong, yams?" you nudge your best friend in the side, noting the way he picks at the skin on his hand anxiously.

"nothing," he answers, "we need to get going now."

you pull him back. "it's not 'nothing'. come on, what is it?"

you watch as he takes a moment to gather his thoughts before he replies, "i appreciate and care about tsukki and all, but it really sucks that girls only talk to me about him." he pouts, puffing out his cheeks.

"it's probably because you're much more approachable than mr. blonde beanpole." you suggest, shrugging your shoulders. "frankly, I don't know why or what people see in him. he's not very people-friendly. plus he always walks around with a scowl on his face. but i too wish they would stop asking us about him. what did suckyshima do to get so many confessions all the time..."

your freckled faced friend raises his brows, amused by your passionate rambling. "are you jealous?" he asks, head tilting in inquiry.

"w-what? no! why would i be?" you scoff, feeling your heart race in your chest. "the only thing i'm jealous of is that beanpole blonde's attention." you say. "i would very much like to be confessed to as often as he gets!"

"you would hate it," yamaguchi chuckles, "you don't even like getting attention. especially from guys."

you click your tongue, not knowing how to disagree with him. "maybe, but it wouldn't hurt to have it happen once in a while, you know?" you sigh, "i can't go my entire life without experiencing a confession!"

you must've had a terrible past life to have such an unlucky dating experience. you've never had a guy ask you out. and while you don't like to be arrogant you consider yourself cute and a decent person—more so decent than glasses-kun.

"well, more guys would approach you if it wasn't for tsukki." yamaguchi says, and immediately upon speaking covers his mouth.

you raise a brow at your friend, "eh? what do you mean by that?"

before he can answer, you huff, "you're telling me blondie is messing up my love life? what does he gain from doing that?" you huff, feeling irritated that the number of cute boys you could've encountered is very little due to the fact that they were being cockblocked by the most annoying person on the planet.

yamaguchi would never tell you, and god bless your soul, but he's forever thankful for how oblivious you are at times. his skin is saved from having to explain to tsukishima why his crush on you has been outed.

but on the other hand, he desperately wants these confession shenanigans to be over with and for the two of you to confess to each other. to him, it's painfully obvious that there are shared feelings but neither one of you want to acknowledge the fact that there's something going on. he'd rather take the risk of tsukishima biting his head off if it means you two will end up together.

"let's just say that the two of you complain about each other too much for there not to be something going on between you two." yamaguchi says. "i just wish you'd both make out with each other or something."

panic swarms you, at the meer thought of locking lips with blondie. "tadashi, i would never be caught kissing him. i'd rather be dead." you say sternly, although an itch in your throat tells you otherwise.

"yeah, i totally got the vibe of that earlier when he came over to see if you were okay." he laughs, rolling his eyes.

"it didn't mean anything, he was just oddly nice..." you argue, the rapid beating of your heart mocking you.

the sudden silence could be cut through with a knife as you two walk. your knuckles grip your bag tightly as you focus on your feet in front of you.

"your crush never went away, right?" yamaguchi stops walking and looks at you intently.

when you don't respond, he knows his answer.

"that's another reason why i don't like getting these confessions. i don't want to see you get hurt by all of this." he reveals, his hand gripping the pink envelope he was given earlier.

"it doesn't matter, though. what i feel is irrelevant.” you shrug.

yamaguchi perks up, a light bulb going off. he presses the envelope to your hands. "you give this to him. you can find out what he says about the letter and how it makes him feel. he might act differently. that way, you can also decide if those feelings for him are still there, or if you've moved on. if you haven’t, then confess."

you turn away, not taking the envelope. your feet then move briskly. "what makes you think that he would accept my confession? there's no way he would."

"what's stopping you?" he presses, following you. "you don't know that unless you try."

a sharp exhale of air escapes you, your nerves taking your own words out of your mouth. "because i don't want to make a relationship awkward possibly. besides, he'll just make fun of me for having a crush on him and then reject me. so no way is tsukki going to accept it."

"he wouldn't do that. and you know he wouldn't. look, we both know tsukki better than anyone else does. i'm surprised at how blind you are to how he feels about you. or maybe you're denying it?"

before you can reply, you realize you've reached your apartment.

"just think about telling him? it'll ease your mind somehow, won't it? at least you'll have your answer and you can stop letting this eat at you the way it has for years." yamaguchi says, concern written on his face.

you sigh. "sure, tadashi. i'll think about it."

you don't get a wink of sleep that night. and despite you wanting more time to think, you are meeting up with tsukishima and yamaguchi to hangout the next day. so even if you want to put off your thoughts about the situation, you can't.

"you look like shit," tsukishima says once you sit down at the cafe the three of you always meet up at. "like a zombie with the life is sucked out of them.”

“wow, how did you guess?” you say, response dripping with sarcasm.

a guilty look appears on his face before he changes it to a softer expression. "here, i already ordered for you." he says, pushing your favorite order across the counter.

"oh, thank you. you didn't have to." you reach into your bag to pay him back, but he pushes your hand away, a grimace on his face.

"yeah, well i did anyways." he says, turning away. a faint hue of pink can be seen across his cheeks. “you should really try not to over exert yourself. we can’t afford to have our manager collapsing.”

you stare at the drink, mind rambling. “right…”

tsukishima distracts himself with the time, noticing how late yamaguchi is. it isn’t like him to be late. once the male checks his phone, everything clicks into place.

"tadashi says he won't be able to make it to the movies." tsukishima tells you, slipping his phone back in his pocket.

"really?" you go to pull your own phone out of your bag to check, but something else catches your eyes first.

the pink envelope.

you gasp, gritting your teeth. "tadashi, you bastard..." you hiss, wondering when he slipped it into your bag.

"yeah, something about feeling sick..." the tall man's eyes slide down to look at you, and as attentive as he is he asks, "what are you grumbling about?"

you eyes glance between him and the letter, panic washes over you as you try to improvise a lie.

tsukishima leans over, peering into your bag. “what is that?” he asks.

solemnly, you hand him the pink envelope. cotton has lodged itself in your throat but you manage. "this...this is for you."

“from?” he questions, but he already knows it’s not you. you don’t dot your i’s like that.

“the usual. some girl with a crush on you.” you answer, “she didn’t know how to give it you directly.”

opening the letter, his brown eyes scan the contents carefully, silence overcoming him as he drinks in each word.

meanwhile, your heart races rapidly. you can feel yourself beginning to spiral in your mind, thinking of all the possibilities of what could happen next after he finishes reading the letter. instead of hearing anything, the blonde simply puts the letter back in the envelope.

“let’s go.” he says, standing up to leave.

wait...that's it? you watch him leave the cafe and scramble after him, confusion trailing you.

when you catch up to tsukishima, your eyes glance at him, trying to gauge anything. something.

"well?" you ask, brow arching up.

"'well' what?" he replies, staring at you expressionless.

"are you...going to accept?" you prod, leg bouncing.

the man seems to contemplate your question, not answering for a moment. the anticipation is killing you. swallowing you whole. you have to say something before you’re buried alive.

"don't accept that confession." you blurt.

"huh?" the blonde slips the envelope in his pocket. "and why not?"

you shift uncomfortably in your spot. "b-because."

"'b-because', isn't an answer. i hope you're aware." he mocks before stepping closing to you, a sly smirk on his face. "why do you look like you're about to throw up? is the thought of me getting a confession that repulsive to you?"

"shut up!" you hiss, the burning in your cheeks spreading like wildfire now. "i never said that."

"you didn't have to. your face said everything that i needed to know." he replies, "why are you so eager to know anyways?"

you shrug, "i mean, we're friends right? why wouldn't i be curious?"

a soft chuckle leaves him. it's pretty, and pretty looks very good on him. how annoying for your nerves. "right, and let's say i do accept the confession. what would you do then?"

you blink, your hands clammy, body scorching at this point. "dunno, maybe throw a party with a sign that says 'congrats kei, you're lovable after all'."

"you're a horrible liar, you know. it's very annoying." tsukishima scowls, grabbing your wrist and turning you to look at him.

"who said i was going to accept the confession?" he tilts his head to the side, leaning in slightly. "hmm? i think you put that idea in that pretty head of yours all by yourself."

you huff, irritated by his teasing manner."it's not funny to joke like that."

he blinks. "when did i make a joke?"

"you always do...i don't understand you, tsukishima." at this point you can feel your face burning up. you look away from the blonde, frustrated and also internally panicking. when you go to walk away, his large hand catches your wrist, pulling you back.

"so now we're back to tsukishima?" he asks, distaste in his tone.

you bite your lip, too scared to say anything.

he clicks his tongue. "listen, i didn't have to read the letter to know my answer. i didn't even need to receive one. i've already had my mind made up."

a soft 'oh' leaves your mouth. "is that right?"

"yes, because i already have feelings for someone." he confesses, and your heart nearly stops.

you weren't expecting this at all. you bargained for more than you wanted, but it’s your fault and your fault alone. you start to yell in your head about how wrong yamaguchi is, about how you're too late to confess now, because someone else has already stolen—

"this is for you." tsukishima hands a eerily similar pink envelope to you with a small plushie. your eyes widen as you look at the plush, recognizing that it's your favorite animal. you remember talking about how you still sleep with stuffed animals and made the mistake of having tsukishima overhear you. the teasing that day never ended.

when squeezing the plush to you, you're surprised to hear it play your favorite song. reading the letter, you recognize the handwriting as his immediately. you're familiar with how he loops his y's and g's. you recognize the eloquence in his words. but you feel alien reading how he pours his emotions—about you—into words. words that are a lot kinder and sweeter than his usual moments.

"why would i joke about my feelings?" he answers, pulling at his hands, fingers fidgeting. "if you don't reciprocate them—"

"no! i-i mean, yes! yes, i do!" your face is on fire at this point. "i'm just shocked, i-i wasn't expecting—"

"for someone to be into someone like you?" he finishes.

you blink, stunned by his response. "well, yeah."

and tsukishima kei does what tsukishima kei does best.

he flicks your forehead.

he rubs the spot where he flicked your forehead and his gaze becomes soft as he stares at you, his large hands not pulling back from how it gently cradles your face.

"i've been into your annoying ass since you yelled at those bullies for picking on tadashi." he mumbles, a fond look in his eyes.

your eyes look over him rapidly. "i don't get it. how? why?"

he pinches your cheek, rolling his eyes. "you keep saying that and it's really annoying." he continues, "it's simple. you're...you're a much better person than i am. you're smart...and funny. and you understand me even when my words don't always say what i mean. you've pushed me to be a better person." he tries to make himself smaller, wanting to escape his vulnerability, but it's hard when you're a walking lamppost.

"i can't stand the sight of other guys looking at you. at thinking they have a chance with you. call me a hypocrite because i know i'm the last person who deserves a chance with you, but—" he cuts himself off, fiddling his his hands.

"but what, kei?" you push, heart pounding.

"but i want one anyways. i've never felt like this with anyone before and i don't want to stop now. i...i'm willing to take the chance to ask to go out with you...even if i know you deserve better than me." he explains, head bowing low.

this time, you reach up and flick his forehead.

"ow? what the hell, dumbass?" he scowls.

"it's annoying when you do that, too," you say, teasing, "you always undermine how brilliant you are and it has to stop. you may be an asshole, but you're also perceptive, and caring, even if you don't really know how to show it in conventional ways."

he doesn't say anything because he knows you're right.

you speak again. "for the record, i think that you're pretty amazing. and a lot of other people think so too. learn to give yourself more credit, kei."

"i can say the same about you." he says, brushing hair back from your face. his eyes shift down to your lips before looking away just as quickly. his single strand of vulnerability left snaps.

"c-can i kiss you?" he stutters, and you're shocked to see the snarky blonde asshole you know in such a shy state.

"yes," you breathe, "please."

he can’t resist when you ask so nicely and look so pretty right in front of him.

and what you learn is that kei's kisses are sweeter than any words that can come out of his smart mouth. how that is possible, you don't know. but you surely don't mind at all.

he tugs you close to his body, his scent overtaking your senses. he smells like mint and whatever cologne he put on today and it's easily your new favorite aroma.

you pull away and can't help but note how pretty kei looks after kissing. hair disheveled, swollen lips, glossy eyes, and glasses nearly falling off his face. you quietly laugh and push the frames back up his face.

"i love you, you know." you say, holding his face.

he leans into you, kissing your palm as he reciprocates the words in a quiet voice. a quirk in his lips and he adds, "i would hope you do. i don't want to be seen having to return to build-a-bear for a second time to return a bear."

you grin, holding up the bear teasingly. "this plush?"

"oni-chan said i should give you something...that you'd appreciate. it's yours as long as you don't replace me with it." he answers, red creeping up his neck. "if you do, i'll return it."

"don't worry, kei. i promise not to replace you with a stuffed animal when i need cuddles." you latch onto his arm, clinging to him easily. he tugs you impossibly closer.

sending yamaguchi a text thank you and a picture of you with your new bear—now named tadashi—with an annoyed tsukishima holding you tight in the photo. 'new family photo! you were right!'.

yamaguchi only grins at the message, laying back on his bed as he smiles. his work as cupid is over. he'd figure out the third wheeling issue later.

for now, mission accomplished.

#tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei #tsukishima fluff #tsukishima angst #tsukishima fic #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #afirsttimeforeverythingcollab #hq #hq x reader #haikyuu fluff #tsukki fluff #haikyu fluff #hq fluff #haikyuu angst

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an-au-blog · 5 months

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Sanon back. White Beard Buggy has 10k words(I'm not sorry, yes you'll get links when they are posted I promise)

White Beard Buggy also became the explosives expert at 11. White Beard has photos in his office of his kids achievements so when Shanks pulls up at 32 ready to start alliance negotiations he's already planning to steal Buggy back he sees the photos of how Buggy absolutely flourished under Roger's rival and White Beard explains it's because Buggy has over sensitive observation haki and his former crew didn't recognize it. Buggy is never present for the meetings even though he's the combat commander.

When Ace joins he thinks Marco and Buggy are dating, they're not. They're just each other's favorites so of course they're touchy. Also Marco keeps setting Buggy on fire with his fruit. Ace is genuinely concerned because of his fruit, everyone assures him it's fine as 15 commanders form a pile to sleep. Everyone also assures Ace this is fine and normal since they all grew up together.

Marineford everyone is there, the former Roger Pirates, Redhair Pirates, Luffy, White Beard and his entire fleet, Impel Down escapees. When Akainu throws his lava punch that's supposed to kill Ace and Luffy, Buggy throws himself in the way of the punch and he only just survives because of his fruit but he's got a foot in both worlds.

When they all meet on an island a couple days later Rayleigh is laying into White Beard for not telling them. Shanks is in the medical tent holding Luffy and talking to Ace as Marco is sleeping with his head on Buggy's legs and healing the guy with his fire. Even Shanks thinks their dating and Ace has to go "they're not, this is just how they always are. He sets Buggy on fire every time they see each other, I have joined the sleep piles. The love of your life runs colder than the North Pole."

Shanks without hesitation as Crocus, Rayleigh, and White Beard comes in "South Pole is colder." Buggy hearing this mumbles "North Pole idiot" and White Beard laughs so hard he shakes Marco awake. When Buggy is better, after having everyone under the sun lay into him for taking that hit or not disclosing his fruit and how powerful he is. Ace and Marco do not let him out of their sight as they set off with Shanks and Luffy to make sure his crew is okay.

Shanks excitedly listens to all of Buggy's stories of being the third commander(moving to first when he and Marco go back so that Marco can take over as Captain) and he shows them some of his safer bombs. Luffy is like "wow shanks you're so in love" and Marco just yells that he called it. As Buggy rolls his eyes and holds Shanks' hand because maybe he's a little in love with the Redhaired idiot, maybe.

Ayooo Whitebeard Buggy is growing!

Wow this is soooo sxdcrftvgbyhnjmk

I'd love to imagine teen Ace being so nervous that he can't control the fire always but then the rest of the crew is so accepting and they act like it's no big deal and it just gives him the air of confidence.

Which reminds me of the bizarre fact that Ace and Buggy IN CANON became friends so easily and effortlessly. Oh, I want to see those two being silly together so bad ;-;

UGH YES! BUGGY TO THE RESCUE! I just want Ace to live, you know? And Buggy may be a bit of a coward, but I think once he's gotten into the Whitebeard pirates and felt the welcome feeling of feeling at home and in his place, he'd do anything for them.

What's a bonus to the "Marco and Buggy" allegations, I think that Buggy is a very touch-starved person in general. So when he finds people he feels comfortable with it feels natural to convey their bond with physical touch.

Shanks being jealous of Marco is so peak to me. He's childish and gets jealous easily, enough so, that he has his nephew - Ace, explain it to him. He's still suspicious of it all but learns that, yes, Buggy just grew up to be more comfortable around people. Yet another side of him that Shanks learns to love...

#honestly if I get a link if this gets posted id be so happy...#sanon this is a hint to you 👀#one piece au #buggy au #shuggy #answers #op

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hippolotamus · 1 month

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So this is 39...

I was gonna do one of those X amount of things I've learned by age whatever, but 39 is a lot of things and tbh I'm not sure if I’ve learned that many (as some of you would undoubtedly agree). So, in true Hippo fashion, please accept this list of random assorted things I've picked up like shiny trinkets/facts I've come to accept through the years.

Believe it or not you're worth the effort, love and care you try to give everyone else but don't think you deserve.

Usually the more I've tried to fit in and be like everyone else, the more unhappy I've been. Let your freak flag fly and see who sticks around in your blanket fort.

Legos, coloring, stuffies, swing sets, daydreaming and other ‘childish pursuits’ are not, in fact, just for kids.

when given the opportunity, a solo car concert is a solid choice

If you're constantly putting yourself in boxes for the benefit of someone else... honestly, what's the point?

Find at least one person you can drop the mask with and be fully, authentically you.

Groups break up, accidents and weather happen... just go to the concert/show/exhibit if you wanna instead of waiting for ‘next time’.

nobody has their shit figured out (especially anyone acting like they do). we are literally all out here just wingin' it.

Some of the best life advice comes from fictional characters

Nobody cares. Nobody is thinking about you the way you're thinking about you. - Alexis Rose

Life isn't meant to be lived in moderation. We only get one chance at this... What's the point of living if you're just going to keep yourself locked away from ever experiencing life? - Avi Mulvaney

Make sure you’re following your heart - Carla Price

You’re gonna be okay, kid - Christopher Diaz

just because you didn’t die, doesn’t mean you’re actually living

even if you think you’re ‘too young’ for something, i assure you you’re not

i love you isn't reserved for family and/or romantic partners.

Platonic soulmates are a thing and they do exist

Dates with yourself are 100% necessary and sometimes the best ones

there is zero deadline or requirement to find a romantic partner, get married, have kids, buy a house, etc...

Sexual and Romantic preferences are fluid. It's OK if you change your mind or didn't 'figure it out' until your 20s, 30s, 40s or beyond.

You're complete as you are. Without the degree, the partner, the [current arbitrary standard]

Cliche as hell but life doesn’t end because you didn’t get the job/house/partner. Odds are good it’s the best thing that could have happened and you’ll be delighted it did.

Blood may be thicker than water but Found Family, the Family We Choose, is often the best family

Shared genetics doesn't demand your unwavering loyalty

I'm human and I fuck up. I make the wrong choice, say the wrong thing, don’t say anything or say too much. Way more than I want to, and often in the name of trying to keep the peace.

Do you write, paint, draw, some other variety of art? Congratulations 🥳 you’re an author/artist. A real one. Yes, you!

As such (and I will die on this hill) you don’t owe anything to anyone. Not the fic, the next chapter, the snippet, the gif set, etc. Your works are not the price of membership to fandom.

Missing someone and being glad they’re not in your life anymore aren’t mutually exclusive concepts.

You’re more than enough, but not too much. Never too much. I promise.

headpats & forehead kisses 💞🦛

#hippo rambles #not 39 things #hippo wisdom #i realize some of these are oddly specific #but i’ve been around a while and found them necessary

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choiwonder · 2 years

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hyung line as kissing tropes

♯ heeseung, jay, jake, sunghoon

HEESEUNG’S kisses scream shy first kiss type. he’s entirely sweet about it though because not only is it his first kiss, it’s yours. after taking you out on a date, heeseung would decide to kindly walk you home. it’s as you open the door to your home you turn around to see heeseung flash a smile before anxiously rubbing the nape of his neck. being just as nervous, you laugh off the longing silence. not knowing how to get rid of the tension, heeseung stepped closer to you and opened his mouth to speak but quickly shut it, aiming to reach for your hands instead and somehow at the last minute decides to cup your face. your own hands grab tightly at his trench coat once your lips meet. heeseung moved his lips against yours the best he could as he had no experience and finally pulled with a wide smile with your foreheads touching. he would ask if what he did was okay, scared to not have met your expectations as it surely met his. being your first he wanted to set the best example for you and wasn’t sure if you would want more of this. you assured his thoughts loving it more than you realized causing a laugh to erupt from the pits of his throat. in that sense, he places a hand behind your neck aiming to kiss you just as he did before.

JAY’S kisses usually result from a fight. not of anything major, more like from an argument on whether pineapple should go on pizza or if mint chocolate chip is the best ice cream. upon realizing that you’d been fighting about the topic long enough jay would laugh which he knew would likely only irritate you further. rolling your eyes and walking away is his deal breaker as he grabs your wrist and chuckles at the way you angrily face him. with a smirk, jay redirects the grip on your wrist to your waist as he pulls you closer to him, leaning in for a kiss, hoping it’d butter you up and you wouldn’t be so mad at him. asking for forgiveness you still send your boyfriend an eye roll but didn’t fail to kiss him on the cheek.

JAKE’S kisses are the type that occurs in a fantasy. being part of team ramyeonz, it only makes sense that you’d share a kiss with jake through eating ramen. he’d always attempt to replicate the scene from lady and the tramp. of course, you’d jokingly deny, never taking jake seriously but one day you see him attempting the same trick with layla who just boredly stared at him. you laughed, curious about what he was doing which he briefly explained with a frown on his face. understanding what he wanted, you smile, grabbing a single strand of ramen upon sitting beside your boyfriend. wanting to fulfill his obvious fantasy, you place one end in your mouth, waiting for him to place the other in his. excitingly, jake follows your silent instruction, laughter from both of you filling the space as you got closer to one another. lips finally coming together, sealed with a kiss that only sped up the patterns of your hearts.

SUNGHOON’S kisses are childish and all over the place. correct me if i’m wrong but because sunghoon is more introverted than the rest yet still very loud, aside from teasing i believe he shows his affection through physical touch. so when you're cuddling his kisses are teasing by him kissing you anywhere but your lips but you can appreciate the fact he’s at least kissing you. it’s a day of resting for both of you so it’s normal for sunghoon to come over and want to hang out. although he’s drained he is in a good mood and finds himself wrapping his arms around you. sunghoon’s body presses you down against the bed in a fit of laughter. as he gathers both of you under the sheets of your bed his hold only gets tighter as he places light delicate kisses over your face. the smile dressed on your face showcases your admiration for the male in front of you. your hands initiated the desire to push his hair out his face to gaze at the way his eyes crinkled as he smiles. silently you asked for a kiss waiting for him to return the sweet gesture. of course, the master of teasing just couldn’t give up his job for one second and pretends to lean in for a kiss only for his lips to land on your cheek. words of false animosity slip from your mouth as you huff facing away from him. sunghoon could only laugh at your reaction turning you back around just to cup your face and give you the kiss you kindly asked for.

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dreamypqulson · 2 years

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— say yes to me

requested by anon: Would you be okay with writing a story with Merrill from swimmers? Just some fluff, or hurt/comfort.

summary: when you find a plane ticket in merrill's room, you almost freak out about it, until she breaks the great news to you.

a/n: this writing is shit…but i hope y’all still enjoy it because there is barely any merrill fics hehe

pairing: merrill x reader

Merrill was the girl who really looked at you. She was the first girl who took an hour out of her day to hang out at the beach, or stir up some trouble by the docks right beside you. She was the first girl, the first person, to not only see you, but see who you really were.

Merrill was the only person you truly cared for, and sometimes, in this small town, it felt like you two were the only ones in this world.

You knew that she was only here for a short while. You knew she was only here for closure on her past. You always knew that. But once she became your other half, you figured she would stay just a while longer. Maybe even consider moving here.

"Merrill, come down here for a minute!" Shellie, her aunt, called from downstairs as you were both laying in Merrill's bed.

You were at you girlfriends house pretty much everyday. It's not like anyone was missing you back home. Your parents were always out at the bars, and so you didn't want to stay in your dark empty house with just yourself to entertain.

Merrill grunted, and you shifted your body so she could get up. She was all about physical touch, and you were too. You lacked it, especially in your family. And since Merrill's mother died, she did too.

"I'll be right back, baby."

While she was downstairs, you stood up to use her bathroom. You walked by her dresser that had many different trinkets on it, including her camera that she uses to constantly take pictures of you.

Though, what really caught your eye was a plane ticket. You weren't nosy, and you never snooped through anyones stuff, but it was laying right in the open and Merrill hadn't told you that she was going on a trip.

You picked it up to study the ticket closer. The planes takeoff was a week from the current day. August fifteenth. And for a moment, you were going to put it down and ask where she was going on vacation, instead.

But, when you caught a glimpse of the destination being the previous place she lived at -or rather the current, since she was just visiting- you wanted to scream. And not at her, but at the universe for setting you up like this.

She could go wherever she wanted, whenever she wanted. She was a grown adult. But, the fact that she would be almost across the country from you, just didn't feel right.

It wasn't just a simple state nearby that you could visit once and awhile, making a road trip out of it. You had to take a plane, and you didn't have the money for that, considering your parents didn't help out.

"I swear to god, she calls me-"

"Merrill, what is this?" You cut the brunette off, because you could hardly listen to her blabber when all you wanted to do was cry.

You loved listening to her voice, it even helps you fall asleep as childish as that possibly sounds, but right now, you didn't even want to look at her.

"Oh"

"You're going to leave?" You're going to leave me? You said it with tears building up in your eyes, and you felt awful, because you knew this decision certainly hurt Merrill too.

"Listen-"

She walked closer. You stepped back.

"No. You're going to leave. And- and i'm not going to be able to see you!" Your voice crack had completely broken you down, and Merrill had gently grasped your wrist to keep you in place.

"Listen. I'm not leaving without you," she assured, and she said it as if she was astonished that you thought she would possibility leave you. But you couldn't understand what she meant, and you could hardly hear her other your sniffles.

"I can't afford plane tickets, Merrill. I can't even-"

"That's actually what I was going to surprise you with today...I just- I shouldn't have left it out in open." She chuckled to herself, and smiled at you like nothing was wrong it the world. Like she wasn't moving away from the only person that mattered to her.

"Huh?"

"Look, I was going to see if you wanted to move back with me. It's okay if you don't want to go but I bought you a ticket so you don't have to worry about it. See-" she reached into one of her drawers, and pulled out a second ticket. You blinked a few times, trying to comprehend it all.

"Merrill I- I don't know what to say."

"Yes. Say yes!" She said, a little too hopeful. As much as you hated to admit it, you had a life down here still. Your parents, your work, and you've never left this town once before.

"As much as I would love to...I just- my parents and everything." You looked down, you knew what this meant. Merrill was still going to go, and leave you behind. You would never see a single trace of her again, besides the memories that laid out on your heart.

"Listen" she grabbed your hands, and squeezed them. Her face was close to yours, her body was slightly pressed against you. It made it hard for you to not just say yes and move with her. "I get it but, your parents they...they don't appreciate you enough. You deserve to live freely without them weighing you down, and tearing you apart."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah" Merrill confirmed. She was right too. "And there's a lot of great career paths down there. I mean, I know we don't have all the money in the world, but we can make due as long as we're together."

"So if I say yes...we can live together. Just you and me, away from this place?" You moved her hands, wrapped her arms around your waist, without her even resisting.

She moved her face in closer, her hot breath against your face, and said, "just you and me." And then she kissed you, like the first time all over again, for starting a new life with her.

"I love you so goddamn much" Merrill mumbled, and then lifted you up. You squealed, from the excitement and shock, and wrapped you legs around her waist.

"I love you too. So goddamn much."

She laid you on her bed, and her own body fell on top of yours. After kissing your face all over, and with heavy breathing, she spoke again, "To starting a new life."

"To starting a new life" you echoed, and went back to kissing her right after. To starting a new life, and a family, is what you wanted to say. Maybe not just yet, but, you knew this was going to last until you were in your grave.

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nekumiko · 1 year

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For You, I Will

Fandom: Seventeen

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Light Angst

Rated: T

Chapter: 1/?

Word count: 2.5k

Chapter One: Iced Americano

As far as clichés go, their first meeting did involve coffee and exchanging numbers before they parted ways.

Except it was not a meet-cute.

In fact, she even cried.

Who wouldn't, when you're just trying to get through a stressful day and suddenly a venti-sized iced americano gets dumped onto the front of your shirt?

"I'm sorry! I wasn't looking where I was –” the culprit's apology is cut off when he hears it.

A sob.

Seungkwan's I'm sorry's grow even more frantic. People are starting to notice them, and a misleading article is not what he wants his coffee run to end up in.

But as she stands frozen right there on the sidewalk, partly from the cold liquid and the other from shock, he wills himself to calm down.

Cautiously, he touches her arm and asks in a now-gentle tone, "Are you okay?"

She finally looks up. Her face mask only allows her teary eyes to be seen, but he guesses that they're about the same age.

"I'm so, so sorry," he continues. "Let me help you, please?"

Luckily, they find a nearby bench. Seungkwan hands her all the tissues that came with his coffee order so she could dry her shirt, but a huge stain has already formed. He could only watch as she gave up with a sigh.

She then turns away from him to pull her mask down and wipe her dried tears away. "Sorry," she speaks for the first time. "That was very childish. This isn't even my favorite shirt."

"It's okay. I… can see there's more to it than that."

She sniffles. "Yeah… just a bad day."

"And I made it worse. I’m really sorry."

She shakes her head, pulling her mask back up so she could meet his eyes. "It was an accident. Don't worry."

Still, that does not make it okay for Seungkwan. "Please let me buy you a new one!"

"A new what?"

"A new shirt."

She gasps and then aggressively waves her hands in refusal. "No need! It's fine. I'm on my way home anyway."

"Please, I insist."

"Sir," she says with a slight frown now, starting to put distance between them on the bench, "I don't even know you."

Seungkwan is left speechless for a moment. On the bright side, this assures him that his hat-and-face-mask disguise today is effective. But that is working against his favor right now, as he could only reply with, "I'm sorry. I can't really reveal my identity here ."

"And why?"

"I can't show my face here ."

"Then at least tell me your name first?"

He takes a deep breath. Here goes. "...Boo Seungkwan."

"..."

"Do you mean the idol? Who's appeared in a lot of TV shows?"

This is getting even more embarrassing. "Yes."

"You have got to be kidding me."

He sighs. "You see? I knew you wouldn't believe me."

"I really can't! Because I would've known!"

"What do you mean? Are you… a CARAT?"

"Yes!"

Good job, Seungkwan. You just ruined the day of your own group's fan.

She crosses her arms. "Well, okay, I guess you do sound like him. And your eyes…" she trails off and looks away, as if suddenly shy. But it is then that she notices something beside Seungkwan.

He follows her line of sight and finds his almost-empty coffee cup.

She clears her throat before continuing, "And you did spill an iced americano on me."

If the situation had been any lighter, he would've laughed at that.

"But this is just too good to be true, you know?"

Seungkwan looks around. There aren't a lot of people around, so maybe…?

"Woah, what are you doing?"

He is moving closer to her again. For some reason, he really wants her to believe him, and he tells himself it's because he has to convince her that he has good intentions. "Okay, I can show my face to you, but I have to be… close."

"Sir –"

"Just a quick peek? Enough for only you to see." He reaches up to touch his face mask.

"Hey, no!" she almost-shouts, grabbing his hand. It's her turn to look around for passersby, and though she finds none, she continues in a semi-whisper, "That would be too risky if ever you were telling the truth! If you really are my –" she pauses, eyes widening. It's as if she's filtering out her next words as she lets go of his hand. "If you really are him, I don't want to get you in trouble."

Once again, he is at a loss. She's right. What was I thinking?

But then she sighs in defeat. "Fine. Let's say you're a good person for now. But where are we going anyway?"

Seungkwan straightens up as he looks back at the street. "There's a nearby shop that I think would suit your style."

She appears to be thinking about it for a few silent moments as she watches a few cars pass by. And then she looks back at him. "Alright. It's still broad daylight anyway, so I could just kick your ass if you try anything."

He chuckles, standing up. "Deal."

"And nothing too expensive, okay?"

"Mhmm." He then takes off his jacket to drape it on her shoulders. "To cover your stained shirt as we walk."

He could see her eyes smile. "Thank you."

~~~

"Boo-nim."

"Boo-nim?" Seungkwan repeats with a small laugh.

"How else would I call you?" She peeks out from the dressing room's curtain. "Without… you know, catching anyone's attention. If you ever are him. "

"You’ve got a point." He nods. "Anyway, do you need anything?"

She hesitates. "Well, this shirt is too cute. I like it so much."

"Show me?"

"But it's also too expensive."

"That's okay."

"No, it's not! I'll find a new one."

"At least show it to me first?"

"And why?"

"I also think it would look good on you."

She hums in suspicion, but pulls back the curtain anyway.

Seungkwan nods in approval. "Let's take it."

"I already told you –!"

"Excuse me," he calls out to a nearby staff. "We'll take this shirt. Is it okay if she wears it now?"

"Boo-nim!" she tries to protest, but gets completely ignored.

A while later, she’s back in the dressing room to take the tag off and put the newly-bought shirt on. Despite her concern, it does suit her. And to get it for free? This might just be the only good thing to happen to her today, and for that, she feels grateful. You don't meet kind strangers like these every day. So she steps out to thank her companion, only to find him seemingly lost in thought. "Boo-nim? Are you okay?"

Seungkwan seems to snap out of it when he hears her concerned voice. "Yes! Are you done?"

She nods. "I'm sorry for all the trouble today."

"I'm the one who spilled coffee on you. It's all on me. So again, I'm sorry. I hope this could make up for it."

"Actually, just you helping me calm down was already enough. A new shirt isn't really necessary, but thank you very much. You're being too kind."

They smile at each other – at least, their eyes did – until Seungkwan starts to fidget. "I… uh, never really caught your name."

"Oh." This surprises her too. Then again, she'd been distrustful of him earlier. She laughs. “Sorry, I think we were too focused on you proving that you’re…” she trails off. Suddenly, the reality of the situation comes back to her. What if…?

"Oh, that reminds me,” he says in a low whisper, “maybe I can do that face reveal here?"

That unnerves her even more. Just how would she react if he's an actual idol? And the Boo Seungkwan of all people? "W-where?"

After confirming that no one's paying attention to them, he ushers her back to the dressing room, this time getting in with her before pulling the curtain closed again. "Okay. This might be surprising but please, can I ask you to keep your voice down?"

She could only nod.

And so Seungkwan takes off his hat, shakes his hair out, and finally pulls down his mask.

And just like that, she's in tears again. She covers her face with her hands as she suppresses a whine. This day couldn't get more embarrassing.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"It's you. It really is you all this time." She peeks at him from between her fingers. "I really can't tell you my name."

"What? Why?"

"Because it's like I'm stepping on a forbidden boundary."

"Oh, come on." Seungkwan gently pulls her hands away from her face. "Aren't I just a person, too?"

This time, she's the one left speechless. Oh no. Did I just offend him?

"You've been with me for the past hour without knowing who I really am. But we're getting along already, right? I just wanted to keep this going, to get to know you more."

"Are you sure?"

He smiles. "Yes."

This is the smile she's always adored from behind the screen, from photos, from afar. No, this smile is, right at this moment, exclusively for her. With that, she tells him her name.

Seungkwan repeats her name, testing it on his tongue, and it's just so heavenly to hear. "It's nice to meet you." He then lets go of her hands so he could give her his phone. "Can I have your number too?"

Her hands are shaking, but she manages to carefully type in her contact details.

To make sure, Seungkwan sends her a message: a mere 'Hi' sticker.

She feels like fainting.

"Lastly," he says, putting his phone back in his pocket, "can I also see your face?"

Now this effectively saps all her positive feelings again. "Oh no. I'm barefaced. And I've been crying a lot today!"

"I am barefaced right now too, see?"

"But you still look beautiful…" she mutters.

"What?" He moves closer to hear her.

"Nothing! Please, I'll just send you a selca."

"Come on, it's just us."

"I really don't –"

"Okay, since you said I'm being too kind by buying you a shirt, you can consider this as payment."

"That's unfair!"

Seungkwan softly says her name, pouting. "Please? How can we be friends if I don't know what you look like?"

She sighs. Not that pout. "O-okay." Her heart is beating so fast as she pulls her mask down. Yet even now that she's nervous, she finds that Seungkwan's smile is contagious in person too.

"There, that's better. And you do look pretty, especially with a smile."

Just then, the curtain is pulled back from the outside. In a blur, Seungkwan is suddenly pulling her into him, hiding his face in her shoulder.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, "there's a mirror behind you." True enough, he is facing the room's mirror, and if he wasn't fast enough, the staff would've seen his face.

But everything happening right now is too surreal! Though his arms are only hovering around her, she could still feel him breathing so close to her. She could smell his perfume, much stronger now than when his jacket was draped around her. "It's okay," she manages to whisper back.

Despite the displeased staff scolding them about using the dressing room for "things they shouldn't do in public," they thankfully got out of the store without revealing Seungkwan's identity.

And as soon as they part ways at the bus stop, they start chatting.

On her way home while he gets ready for practice.

As she prepares dinner while he's taking a break.

As she gets ready for bed while he's cooling down after practice.

'Boo-nim!' she types, insisting to use it as a nickname. 'If I close my eyes now, I wouldn't be waking up from a long dream, right?'

'Of course,' Seungkwan is quick to reply. 'Now, it was really nice meeting you, and I loved talking to you. But you need to rest already. I put you through so much today.'

'Stop saying that!' She shakes her head at his stubbornness. ' You rest now too, please. You might be busy tomorrow.'

Seungkwan sighs, thinking about tomorrow's schedule. 'I actually will be. How about you?’

'Nah, it's still the weekend, so I could relax.'

'I wish I could do that too.'

That makes her pause. As much as she wants to, as he put it, 'keep this going,' she realizes this might just be a one-time thing after all. Seungkwan just happened to be free today, and she just happened to be there.

'Did you fall asleep already?'

It's not anyone's fault. They just live in two very different worlds. So the least she could do is to not make him feel guilty. 'No, sorry. Just fixed something here. Don't forget to take breaks, okay? Fighting!'

'Thank you. Talk to you again tomorrow! I'll message you during breaks.'

She smiles a bit sadly as she replies with an okay, along with a wish good night.

Exiting the messaging app, she is faced by Seungkwan's smile again… in her phone wallpaper. Now that she's seen it up close, what used to make her feel giddy now fills her with yearning.

"I really hope I'll meet you again."

~~~

"Someone's been glued to his phone since he got back."

Seungkwan briefly glances at Seokmin and Soonyoung before he presses 'Send.' He then pockets his phone. "No, I'm not."

"Did I say it's you?" Seokmin smiles teasingly.

"Whatever." Seungkwan drinks from his water bottle. "I'm just scrolling through Instagram."

"Scrolling through someone's Instagram profile," Soonyoung now joins in.

"Why are you two even looking at my phone?"

The two older members only hound him even more, moving to trap him on both sides. "You met someone today?" Seokmin presses on. "Or someone you already know but –"

"Nothing like that!" Noticing that some other members are now looking at them, he continues more softly, "Stop it, please. Not now."

Soonyoung and Seokmin share a look before they both pat Seungkwan on the back.

"Go away." He groans as he tries to shake them off.

“Okay, okay!” They laugh as they both run away.

With a tired sigh, Seungkwan pulls his phone out again to check her new message. Seeing that she finally said good night, he smiles again… until he notices Seokmin and Soonyoung still watching him from afar.

Okay, maybe I was a bit curious. But it's just normal to want to know a new friend more, right?

With how she almost didn't tell him her name earlier, Seungkwan considers himself lucky that she gave her Instagram handle when he asked. At least, that means he got through to her, right? That she wants to treat him as an equal too.

So while he'd been waiting for her replies, he practically studied her feed (but was careful not to interact with any post even if he wanted to). By now, he'd already noted a few conversation topics he could casually bring up sometime.

Because he does plan to meet her more often.

He'd just have to find a good time and place. And of course, keep some overly-curious hyungs off his back.

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gatesofember · 2 years

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hi! Does Nico still (I mean, assuming he ever did) have like.. "meltdowns" about physical discomfort? And I do mean being outwardly receptive to it

I'm asking this entirely because. They're neurodivergent adults, and Nico seems very assured in his autism and stuff. I guess I'm asking if he'd be entirely equipped to deal with less than ideal circumstances beCause he's so assured - or if that's just a thing that couldn't go away anyway

(as an adult who does not have said tools or skills.. yet, I'm really grateful you're writing this character who doesn't have to dismiss his needs for physical comfort because it's "childish")

Thanks!

Nico talks a little about his sensory issues and has a meltdown in the next chapter actually! He and Will both definitely have things to make themselves more comfortable and minimize the chances of having a meltdown. Will wears his light sensitivity glasses at the hospital and buys lightbulbs that don’t irritate his eyes to use at home. Nico wears comfy clothes, removes tags from a lot of them, and surrounds himself with soft things. In the next chapter Nico puts on noise cancelling headphones to make himself feel better. Those “silly” or “childish” things are tools and skills, which is WILD to me because I’m still new to figuring out my own long-undiagnosed autism. People can wear goggles in the shower if they hate getting soap in their eyes! In fact maybe I should try that! I love wearing headphones even though I’m not listening to anything because it makes everything quieter! Sensory issues are just a part of who we are, we’ll never stop learning skills and tools to make ourselves more comfortable, and meltdowns suck but it’s okay if they happen. To me that’s like!!! super cool!!!! So Will and Nico will always have different needs from neurotypical people and they live in a world they wasn’t designed for them, so there will always be a little bit of a struggle. I’m glad that Nico resonates with you as a neurodivergent adult ❤️

#clichecore au #asks #anon

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pink-moon-rabbit · 2 years

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Hello, my name is Robyn. Please use the pronouns He/His, Thou/Thy, Faer/Faers and Wish/Wishs for me

I'm an alter in a traumagenic system. this blog is my way of coping with my personal trauma. everything here will be fully SFW!

I post healthy traumacore (uplifting statements) and kidcore for the most part,, though i'm particularly fond of bunnies, plushies, webcore, wizards, y2k, and stimboards! most of everything i rb will be pink to some extent. also my inspace bf might post here.

More info on me below!

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unluckilyimnot · 2 years

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Hii<3

Can I request izana and inui with a s/o who has a doctors appointment and gets nervous to go, so comfort her and tell her she’ll be okay.

I have an appointment tdy in a few hours and I’m kind of nervous…. Oh and I really like ur writing 🫶🏽💕

S/o being anxious about a doctor appointment

Characters: Izana, Inui

Type: Fluff

Note: oh sweetheart, it's gonna be okay and if you already did it I'm proud of you ♡ thank you sm !

Mia 🤝 writing longer and longer stuff. Also I'm so sorry for the other person who asked for things, I'm kinda busy and have been really down lately, I'm doing this as soon as I can !

Izana

You couldn't help but be nervous about this. It might seems stupid to others but going to the doctor was a stressful thing to you. The fact that you'll probably have to take medicine after it makes you anxious, you never really was someone who likes to take it in the first place. But the worst was to be alone with someone you don't know. One of your past experiences didn't end well and it was now something that scares you.

In fact, you never really go to the doctor because of this but, since you've been a bit sick the whole week, your boyfriend forces you to go. Izana was worried about you and insisted a lot before you accepted. It was for your own good, you knew it, but still didn't want to go.

"I feel better Izana, I swear we can cancel it !" You lied at first, trying to escape this.

"Stop lying I literally live with you y/n," sighs the man with done eyes. "You're going, that's it." He added as he opens the car's door for you. Still a gentleman while forcing you, yes. You were seated in the car anyway, knowing too well that he would get you in by force if not.

During the drive, you were looking through the window, and couldn't help but let your leg bounce rapidly because of the anxiousness. You felt ridiculous at this point, but you were praying for something to happen so you won't go.

As Izana parks in front of the building, a heavy sigh leaves your lips and your hands cover your face. This is it, the end of it.

"Y/n look at me," Ask softly Izana, his hand now resting on your bouncing leg. You didn't move, feeling too childish. "I'm acting like a child. I'm so sorry Izana."

"Look at me," he said again, more strictly and taking your hands in his. His violet eyes met yours, intense but soft at the same time. You never understood how his gaze can be like this but felt for it anyway.

"You're not, it's okay. I'm coming with you," he assures you, stroking your hand with his thumbs.

"Really ??" You may appear desperate but a weight was lifted from your shoulders as the words slipped out of his month.

"If you want me to, I will. I'm not leaving you, don't worry, everything is gonna be fine," he smiles at you before kissing your forehead. "You'll be okay."

The nervousness swoly left your body, you looked at him in awe before nodding and suddenly you were ready to go out and be done with it as soon as possible.

Inui

"Seishuuuu," you whine as you get into your shared room, falling onto your - still in bed - boyfriend. It was his day off and he really hoped he could stay there all day to let his poor body rest for a day but there you were, rolled in a ball, half of your weight on him so he couldn't even move. "What's wrong y/nnnnn," he answers, matching your tone as he gently toss his hand over your hair.

"I have to go to the hospital today..." You whispered, cuddling closer to him. Inui knows you don't really like hospitals, and to be honest he doesn't either cause it brings bad memories. But that doesn't mean that he will let you down. Turning around as he can, he holds you, squeezing you against him before kissing your head.

"Well, we have to go to the hospital then," he comments while leaving you to sit up. His gaze falls on you, still laying down and smiled, fondness filling his eyes. You never felt so loved in your life before him, and for that you didn't want him to live this again.

"I'll go alone, don't worry," you quickly said as you sit up too to embrace him but hiding in his neck. His arms flew immediately around you, stroking your back. That way, he could feel your body tense even if you didn't even leave your apartment yet.

"But you're anxious aren't you ?" He asked softly, closing his eyes as he held you. You nod, not wanting to lie to him. "So I'll go with you and you're gonna be just fine angel. We can go out and eat something after," he added before kissing your lips.

You weren't able to say anything. His kindness and smile got your heart beating so fast and feeling so warm that your brain couldn't manage it well. Inui chuckles when he sees you not moving at all, simply looking at him with big loving eyes like you fell again for just now. He was whipped too to be honest, he couldn't blame you.

But for now, you two have to get ready so you can forget this soon.

"Let's go or we'll be late, come on," he said before kissing your cheek and getting you up with him.

In front of the hospital, you felt your hands shaking a bit, holding hard or sleeve before Inui's hand took your, flashing you a smile before walking first like he wasn't scared himself. And his courageous action makes you want to be as brave as him for once.

I wrote this so fast I'm surprised 😂

I hope you liked it!

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers imagine #tokyorev x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #inui imagines #inui x reader #inui seishu #izana imagines #izana x reader #izana kurokawa #tokyo revengers hc #inui headcanons #izana headcanons

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zafirosreverie · 2 years

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LBTS: The moon (Julieta x Fem!Reader)

1st part || The sun || The stars || The eclipse

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"I'm not going to kiss her"

Julieta stopped at the door when she heard your voice from the patio and her feet immediately changed course. It was still a surprise to her the effect you had on her whole being since the day she met you in town when you ran to look for her because Bruno had hurt himself.

She remembered perfectly well what a surprise it was for her to see how truly concerned you were for him. You hadn't even bothered to introduce yourself or anything, you just took her hand like you'd known her all your life and led her to Bruno.

Most people wouldn't even bother to go with her after telling her that one of her siblings was hurt, but you? You had stayed there the entire time, making sure Bruno was okay before pulling him into a tight hug and scolding him for scaring you.

The next thing she knew, you were introducing yourself and your eyes had roamed her entire soul. You had the warmest smile and the most beautiful laugh that she had ever known and something just happened at that moment. Maybe it was the fact that you were the first person who treated her little brother with respect and affection, maybe it was that you had been interested, not in her gift, but in her and her love for cooking, maybe it was that you didn't have huge expectations of her, you just wanted to meet Julieta Madrigal, the girl, not the healer. Maybe it was all that and more, she wasn't sure, but suddenly it had been impossible to stop thinking about you.

So now, she couldn't afford not to see you when you were literally feet away from her. The brunette wasn't too surprised when she saw you in disguise with her brother. Another thing she loved about you was that you didn't care what others might think of you and you would always be by Bruno's side in his sometimes childish plays and games. You were happy and you made him happy and therefore Julieta was also happy. She loved watching you perform.

"Julita!" You greeted her as soon as you saw her.

As you approached her, the brunette tried to keep a neutral smile, grateful that the dark color of her skin well hid the blush that she felt growing rapidly on her cheeks.

"Hello Y/N" she smiled at you

"You're just in time!" you said excitedly "come, we needed one more"

The oldest triplet let you drag her over to the boards you were using as a makeshift stage, too busy keeping the feel of your hand in hers in her mind.

"Julieta?" Bruno asked

"Why not?" you shrugged "we need someone else"

"What about Bessie?"

"Nuno, you know I love you, Bessie knows I love her too, but I'm not going to kiss a rat" you said with your arms crossed and a straight face.

Julieta let out a soft squeak as her brain registered the word "kiss." What were you planning to put her in? And more importantly, was she going to accept?

"Well, you miss out on Bessie's acting skills" your best friend shrugged.

"So" you turned to Julieta with a smile "Would you be my princess?"

"W-what?" she gasped, she was sure her blush was now evident

"I'm the prince, Bruno is the wizard, and we need a princess" you explained "And you're already beautiful, so you're perfect"

The brunette didn't even register the moment she nodded and she didn’t even mind that it was a kiss on the cheek. Her mind just went blank throughout the play, only focusing on the fact that you had called her beautiful.

___________________________

"Mom...can we talk?"

Alma turned to see her oldest daughter fiddling with the edge of her apron, something that told her the girl was nervous. Julieta was the quietest and calmest of her children, always the most responsible and mature. Seeing her like this, like a lost child, worried her.

"Is something wrong, mija?"

"N-no" the girl assured quickly "it's just…I've been thinking and…remember when you said we should start thinking about the future? Find someone to…you know"

The older woman was surprised. She had had a talk with her three children about marriage and children, hoping to add to the Madrigal lineage as soon as possible, and although Pepa had had a few boyfriends here and there, neither Bruno nor Julieta had.

Her youngest son tried, for the good of the family, to woo a few girls, but his gift always ended up driving them all away (which is why she had been delighted to see you being so close to him when she first met you), while Julieta simply wasn't interested in anyone. Some guys caught her attention, but not enough to return their affections. So this, this was a surprise.

"Did you find someone, mija?" she asked bluntly

"I…well…I think so" Julieta murmured, she felt her face heat up and she couldn't take her eyes off the ground.

"Well, that's wonderful!" Alma said to her proudly "Who is the lucky boy? Is he handsome? Although you are beautiful, mija, I should not worry about my grandchildren's appearances. Treating you well and making you happy will be enough"

Julieta felt her heart stop at her mother's words. She was used to this, to having such high expectations placed on her shoulders, and would usually go out of her way to meet her mother's standards. But this was different, she wanted to decide on this and for once, she took the courage to speak up and choose her own happiness.

"Mom" she spoke a little louder to stop the other woman's tirade "I…she's not a man" she said as gently as she could.

The room went deathly silent and the tension could be cut with a knife. Alma looked at her daughter's face, searching for any sign of a lie. Perhaps her other children had finally managed to convince her precious Julieta to play a prank on her. Maybe she was just confused.

But her daughter's eyes told her no: this was real, this was what her little girl wanted. Her golden girl was in love with another woman. The silence lasted a few seconds, but it felt like hours to Julieta and she felt her eyes sting with unshed tears.

"Who is she?" Alma finally asked, firmly but not coldly.

"...Y/N" the girl's voice came out in a whisper.

The Madrigal matriarch felt her blood run cold. Y/N. That sweet and tender girl in whom she had placed her hopes to have grandchildren from her Brunito. You, without knowing, had made the wrong triplet fall in love with you.

"Julieta-"

"Please" the girl begged "Please mom. I never ask you for anything, please let me have this"

She didn't know where she was getting the strength to go against her mother, to plead like this, but on the few times she had really thought about marriage, it was your face she saw and she knew that it was you or no one

"Why her?" Alma asked

Julieta came prepared for that specific question and she took a small piece of paper out of her apron pocket. She offered it to her mother with trembling hands. The older woman carefully unfolded the yellowed piece and found fine writing:

Never forget how perfectly imperfect you are, princess.

Alma looked at her daughter and Julieta simply went to the counter to take the jar of sugar and a small sack of flour. She held them out to her mother to open and the other was surprised to find two more notes:

Remember that even the moon has to rest. Take care of yourself, Julita<3

You are the most beautiful thing my eyes have seen.

"How did you-"

"She always leaves me notes in places she knows I'll be able to find them. On the tomatoes, the beans, the utensil drawer" Julieta explained "she reminds me to rest from time to time and...that I'm cute?"

Alma looked at her oldest daughter and felt a pang in her chest as she recognized the same look of love that she had once seen on Pedro. She knew that you were a wonderful girl, full of sweetness, but she had no idea that you would try so hard to take care not only of Brunito but of her sweet Julieta as well.

"Mija" she spoke carefully, taking her daughter's hands to make her look at her "are you sure?"

Julieta nodded "she...she makes me feel loved. She makes me happy, mom"

Alma sighed but squeezed the girl's hands in a comforting gesture. She would have loved to have grandchildren from Julieta, but she was nobody to deny love to her little girl.

"Then you have my blessing" she smiled at her.

Julieta's face lit up and she looked at her mother with a huge relieved smile. She couldn't believe it and literally threw herself into her arms.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you. You are the best, mom"

Alma laughed and hugged her back "go find that girl" she told her "but come back before 10 o'clock"

Julieta broke away from the hug and simply nodded, turning quickly to go look for you, her heart beating at 1000 per second. The older woman got up and poured herself a glass of water to calm herself down a bit. This was a huge surprise, yes, but if it made Julieta happy, she could come to terms with it. Besides, she already adored you, so she at least was grateful that among all the girls that her eldest daughter could fall in love with, it was you.

She didn't expect that her other daughter, her precious sun, would arrive a few minutes later to throw her into a crossroads.

"Mamá, I want to marry Y/N"

#reader insert #x reader #imagine #julieta madrigal #julieta my beloved #julieta x reader #julieta madrigal x reader #julieta madrigal preference #madrigal triplets & reader #encanto #encanto preferences #encanto imagines #encanto x reader #loved by the sky

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underoostarks · 2 years

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Can you do the prompt “you’re gonna hurt yourself”? I love your work btw!

I Won't Heal You

Summary: Tony has a different way to show people how he likes them.

Word Count: 724

Warnings: fluff, a bit of cursing and mentions of wounds, bruises, injuries.

A/N: This is so overdue, I'm really sorry. I copied the wrong thing and posted the unedited one I'm so sorry.

A/A/N: This will also be my entry for @lovelyavengers‘s writing challenge!

You're a healer. You've been blessed with the power of healing ever since you were born. Your parents have found out about it first when you were 4, you had your first wound from falling because of playing too much with your friends and when you mother came back to get the first aid kit, your wound had already disappeared and no any signs as if it there wasn't any in the first place.

When you finished college, that's where you found out that you could also heal other people and many years later, from healing your neighborhood, you're now under SHIELD and is helping the avengers.

For the past couple of months, you've noticed that Tony has been the one to always seek for your power. Well, you knew that guy is reckless and isn't one to being careful but you're getting worried every after mission he has gone to you. It's like he's doing it intentionally which concerns you more.

You've gone from your reverie when you've heard the sound of Quinjet landing. You've prepared yourself, ready to help who's injured and in need.

The first that came to your sight is Clint, feeling more tired than he usually look which made you worried, not only by his condition but the fact that Tony isn't the one to greet you like he usually does.

"You good?" You asked Clint, holding his shoulder, looking at his body to see any major injuries and wounds that needs to pay attention.

"Yea, nothing serious. Just a bit sore than usual." He flashes you his smile which you returned.

"Then I'll have you in my clinic."

After leaving Clint to go to your clinic, you've focused on the remaining that's going down. You feel like you've heart stopped as you see an injured and unconscious Tony laying lifeless in the stretcher, being carried by Thor and Steve.

You rushed to their side.

"What happened?!" Worry and panic can be heard in your tone.

"We're getting outnumbered, he got hit while trying to check the whole parameter." Steve explained but your mind stays focus on Tony.

—

You stayed beside Tony after healing all the other Avengers, though you may have healed him, he still needs rest due to the accident that happened to him. And while waiting for him to wake up, you've fallen asleep as well, with your head resting beside his hand.

Minutes later, you've waken from your nap by the touch of someone's hand in your head.

"Oh, you're already awake." You muttered as you rubbed your eyes and wipe the side of your lips in case of any signs of drool.

"Don't worry, there's no drool, you just snore a little but that's it." He chuckled as you take a glance of his body, checking to see if he's already okay or not. "I'm already healed, no more bruises. Thanks to our wonderful healer." He said, proud and amusement laced in his voice and as much as you wanted to take his compliment, you've already had enough of his shit.

"You seriously had the guts to laugh right now? to joke around?" You snapped which took Tony by surprise. "I've felt nothing but wariness every time you step your foot at the Quinjet because I'm afraid you're so reckless and careless that even my power can't heal you."

"But you always do, right?" He tries to assure you, his hand trying to reach yours but you avoid his gesture.

"You're gonna hurt yourself very badly one day and I won't heal you anymore." You said, stern. You've had enough of his attitude and you don't want to be a part of it. "Either you try to be care--"

"I'm sorry." He muttered, which cuts you off. "I know it's childish. Really. But I can't help it."

"What do you mean? Do you want me to set up an appointment to--"

You got cut off again the second time around.

"That's the only way I could think of to catch your attention. You're always busy healing other people, I can't even catch you freely walking around the compound, either you're healing us or you're in the SHIELD headquarters doing work."

"That is quite possibly the dumbest thing you’ve ever said and I've heard in my entire life, why would you do that? I thought you're a genius?"

"Can't you see it? I've liked you for a while now."

#feeling2022wc #tony stark #tony stark fic #Tony Stark fanfiction #tony stark fluff #tony stark x reader #ironman #iron man fanfiction #ironmanfanfic #iron man fic #clint barton #Thor Odinson #hawkeye #steve rogers #captain america

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stealanity · 3 years

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[ the boyz ] ꕤ their s/o holding their hands whenever they are anxious or clingy

genre : a little bit angst, but mostly fluff

ꕤ lee sangyeon ,

usually, he's not surprised when you slip your hand into his

but he is surprised when he feels the latter squeeze it more firmly

he knows that the situation in which you actually are giving you some stress

then his method to reassure you is very simple and consists of three steps :

firstly, he strokes the back of your hand with his thumb, reassuringly

secondly, he places a tender kiss on your temple

thirdly, he whispers reassuring words in your ear

« it's gonna be fine as long as you're with me, okay? » or « i will never let you down. »

he always manages to calm your anxiety

ꕤ bae jacob ,

he knows you are clingy by nature

since day one, and even before you dated

you often clung to his arm by resting your head on his shoulder

so he's never surprised when you keep holding his hand

especially since you guys are dating

he remembers that night

when you explained to him why you always keep his hand in yours

you told him you were always afraid of losing him, so holding his hand was like an assurance that it doesn't happen

and he finds this fact extremely cute

ꕤ kim younghoon ,

he jumped slightly when he felt your fingers grip two of his

and when his eyes landed on your hand, then on your face afterwards

he understood when he saw your panicked gaze

that you were anxious

so he slipped his hand into yours on his own, to intertwine your fingers together

he tugged on it lightly to get you closer to him, placing you in front of him

he looks you straight in the eye after kissing your forehead in a comforting way

« i'm here, you're not alone. everything is gonna be okay, i promise. »

tenderly caress your cheek hoping you feel better

ꕤ lee hyunjae ,

he's so childish

both of you are very, very, very clingy

but he especially likes to make fun of you

no matter when you come and hang your hand in his

he ALWAYS makes a disgusted face

he's like « what are you doing » and shaking his hand so that yours let go the grip of his hand

laugh at you when you start sulking while crossing your arms

end up back hugging you and kissing your cheek

sliding his delicate hands into yours, intertwining your fingers together

« i like your hands in mine. »

ꕤ lee juyeon ,

you guys don't usually hold hands

i mean obviously there are other gestures

but you only hold hands when it's just the two of you

so when you take his hand because of your growing anxiety

he's just taken by a slight shock

so he turns to you, questioning you with his eyes

and he understands that you're deadly stressed when he feels your hand shaking in his

so he'll just squeeze your little hand in his

real tight

offering you the most possible radiant smile

ꕤ moon kevin ,

it's impossible to be clingy with him

unless you can stand his little remarks and his disgusted faces

24/7 is « ew don't touch me. »

HE'S A CHILD JUST LIKE HYUNJAE

so whenever you come to take his hand

he's like « 🤨 you're not jacob. »

be the victim when you hit his arm really hard

« whAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS TREATMENT?! »

scream all the time

but end up running after you to hold your hand

« let me hold your dirty hand. »

ꕤ choi chanhee ,

chanhee knows you have special affection for his hands

you keep telling him how beautiful they are, sometimes even making him blush

all the time, you always hang your pinkies together

a delicate gesture that you both appreciate

the occasions for you to take his hand in yours are pretty rare

so when you do it, he knows something is wrong

so he guides your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckles tenderly

« is everything okay baby? »

his fingers gently stroke your hand to reassure you, when you tell him you're anxious

he listens to you calmly trying the best he can to clear your mind

ꕤ ji changmin ,

changmin loves your hands

he likes it when you compare the size of your hands before intertwining your fingers together

he is used to your hands being jointed

but he's not used to you doing it in the street, while you are walking around

so when you take his hand in yours, he takes him several seconds to realize what's going on

before he blushes and smiles like an idiot

swing your hands a little more vigorously to make you laugh

he's so cute

ꕤ ju haknyeon ,

since day one, haknyeon's hand is a reassuring hand for you

he is the one who took your hand first

that day when you were stressed because of an exam

and he gradually slipped his hand into yours

without saying anything

and the warmth of his palm instantly reassured you

« don't stress too much, i know you can do it. »

kisses on your cheek and an i love you in your ear

ꕤ kim sunwoo ,

he's as clingy as you

always in each other's arms

always kissing each other's

but it's because you guyz are quite possessive

he doesn't like when someone else try to be clingy with you

so he reserves his place

he has a big smile on his face when he feels your hand cling to his

because he thinks you are jealous

so he is proud to show everyone that it is HIS hand that you are holding

ꕤ sohn eric ,

eric is your number one supporter

you guyz know each other by heart

so he knows that when your shaking hand comes to slip into his

it's because your an anxious mess

he can see your glossy eyes from where he is

suddenly making him worry about your state

so he squeezes your hand really tight

making you look up at him

and he shows you the most dazzling of his smiles

approaching to kiss your cheek, then your neck, and then your lips

before looking at you in the eyes

« i'm with you, okay? i stand by you, everything will be fine. i believe in you. »

eric is always the one who can evaporate all your anxiety

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songmingisthighs · 3 years

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Hooked

introduction pt. i | pt. ii | pt. iii

ch. xxix - 'stuff'

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??? × reader, ateez × reader

A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

Once you all arrived, you immediately exit the van and ran inside the villa to see how it is in real life.

The porch was simple and rustic but very inviting whereas the interior is very homey. A living room welcomes you as soon as you open the door, it was quite spacious. To the left of the door is the stairs that lead to the second floor. Behind the couch is the dining room with a dining table that sits 10 people, a kitchen, and a door that leads directly to the beach outback.

You were so busy taking the interior in, you didn't realize your tall best friend behind you.

Mingi managed to spin you around so suddenly and heave you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, making you squeal loudly before he ran up the stairs to tag a room.

There were four rooms which would mean three rooms will be used by two people, three in one room. So naturally, Mingi decided he'll be staying in the biggest room with you and Jongho.

"My bag is still downstairs, you know?" You giggled at Mingi as he put you down on the king-sized bed before dropping his bag near the bed.

Mingi was about to answer when Wooyoung came in with both your and his bag in his hands, "nope, got your bag right here," he grinned widely, showing that he in fact has your things with him.

Wooyoung drops both bags near Mingi's before jumping on the bed. Or more likely, on you.

"Wooyoung!" You squealed loudly when he wrapped all his limbs around you and tucking his face into the crook of your neck. "Hey!" Mingi exclaimed loudly, immediately trying to pull Wooyoung off of your body, "no! Wooyoung, get off and get out! This is my room and (Y/N)'s and Jongho's!" he whined.

As if not hearing the taller guy, Wooyoung ignored him completely and opt to nuzzle his face onto the skin of your neck deeper, softly breathing against it which elicit a giggle out of you.

Sensing that he was being ignored, Mingi walked over and smack Wooyoung square on his ass with a pout on his face.

"Don't hog on (Y/N)!" he whined, hoping that Wooyoung would just detach himself from you on his own and leave the room. But said male just face Mingi and stuck his tongue out childishly.

You could see one of Mingi's eyes twitch at Wooyoung's response, so you sat yourself up and reach to hold onto Mingi's hand with a smile on your face, "it's okay Gi, the three of us can room together instead, pretty sure Jongho can find his own roommate," you assured him.

Though he was still pouting, he sat on your other side and began to wrap his own longer limbs around you, forcing you to fall back into the bed and be stuck in a mess of tangled limbs. Mingi kept trying to push Wooyoung's arms and legs off of you and soon Wooyoung was doing the same. Now you're just stuck in the middle of a childish pushing game until you had enough and smack their arms to get them to stop.

"Okay, if you wanna room with me here, you both have to behave or else I'll swap myself with whoever's with Yunho," you told both of them sternly as you stood up to glare at the both of them who are still oh so comfortable on the bed.

Wooyoung smirked at you as he lifts his arms to rest behind his head as support, "damn, never thought my girlfriend can be so hot while nagging," he smugly said.

From the side, Mingi scoffed at Wooyoung's words, "FAKE girlfriend you mean," he said, emphasizing harshly on the word 'fake'. Wooyoung scoffed back at him, "No, REAL girlfriend as of today, we talked about it in the car," he then looked at you, asking for confirmation, "right, (Y/N)?"

Mingi's eyes bulged out at that, shocked to hear the information. He opened his mouth to question you but you raised a hand at him, signalling him to hold it so you can say your piece, "no we didn't Woo, YOU told me what you wanted and I didn't say anything else about the matter because who talks about that in a chat?" you said, rolling your eyes.

Now it was Mingi's turn to have a smug smirk thrown towards Wooyoung. The latter, on the other hand, pouted as he sat himself up. He pulled you close and wrap his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your belly to look up at you with puppy dog eyes, "but I was being sincere... I really did mean what I said and I'm not gonna take it back," his bottom lip jutted out as if to add more effect on his sadness.

You cooed at how adorable he looked, your right hand came forward to cup his cheek and your left hand move to push his hair away from his forehead that fell to his eyes.

Wooyoung was smiling happily at the affection you gave him, he even tightened his arms around you and puckered his lips, wordlessly asking for kisses from you.

Just as you leaned in to peck Wooyoung on his lips, Mingi cleared his throat loudly, making you snap your head at him. He was looking at you with an eyebrow raised, as if questioning you and what you're doing. You rolled your eyes at him and settle on giving Wooyoung a peck on his forehead.

"You know what, Woo, I'm willing to try the whole us being a real thing," you said. Wooyoung's eyes widened and a large smile broke out on his face. He was about to holler out in happiness just as Mingi jumped up into a sitting position, he was about to protest but you beat them both to the punch, "however, that doesn't mean I'm gonna be straight out your real girlfriend, alright? I need time to get used to the real you first," you continued.

Wooyoung groaned before detaching himself from you and letting his body drop back to the bed with a flop. Mingi on the other hand was snickering at Wooyoung, seemingly content with how things went with you two.

You moved to sit on Mingi's lap, which he welcomes by wrapping his own arms around your waist and pulling you flush against him so he could rest his chin on your shoulder. You giggled at Wooyoung's antics, thinking that for someone with his status around campus, he's pretty freaking adorable, "okay, come on, do we have a deal or not?" you asked, nudging his leg with your foot.

The nudged man sat up slightly and squint his eyes at you, "can I still touch you and stuff?" he asked. You were about to answer him when Mingi cut you off, "elaborate on 'stuff', please," he said, his own eyes squinting at Wooyoung.

A smirk bloom on Wooyoung's face, "well... Things boyfriends and girlfriends usually does," he said vaguely. Mingi furrowed his eyebrows at him, "but you both aren't boyfriend and girlfriend," "well technically we are," Wooyoung shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. Mingi cursed under his breath, something along the line of "fucking technicalities,".

Their little banter made you somehow feel a little satisfied. Mingi's protectiveness over you and Wooyoung's persistence is really a sight to behold, it definitely brought a smile to your face.

"Okay, so then our whole 'fake' status is to be dissipated, from now on we are officially two people who are genuinely trying to get to know each other better in hopes that something could happen," you said, smiling at him. While Mingi rolled his eyes at this, Wooyoung grinned widely and proceed to pump his hands up in excitement.

"Which means you can no longer use my Yeosang collage as a blackmail material," you continued.

His eyes widened at that.

"What!?" He exclaimed before groaning, "fucking technicalities," he sighed, mumbling under his breath.

Despite his protest, you didn't care because you know things are about to get interesting from now on.

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fictionalmenmistress · 3 years

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🌸🍡Taehyung with a chubby darling🍡🌸

In which our best boy reacts to having a bashful girlfriend who happens to be volumptous and curvy... and chubby and soft... and he finds it to be SO SEXY she has no ideaaaa! *Y/N insert story!*

Some NSFW but mostly SFW, some angsty self image views, but soft and fluffy praises. Not requested, but I felt like doing it for a little self-gratification since he'd likely be exactly like this... enjoy lovelies~ 😚

All of my work is labelled under the hashtag #fictionalmenmistress, in the tags 🌸🍡🌸

"Hey baby~" Taehyung devilishly smirks, tucking his head into your shoulder.

"AHH!" You shriek, as your boyfriend squeezes you from behind. You pull out your earbuds and pause your music, spinning around to face him before you. "You SCARED me, Taehyung!"

Taehyung softly chuckled, taking you into his arms. "Awwww my baby... I'm sorry." He cooed, not taking your scolding seriously.

You pull your face away from his gentle hands, as he leaned closer to cup your cheeks... but pouts when he's denied.

"What if a sasaeng broke in and grabbed me or something? Its scary enough to be in such a big house all by myself, you know I'm always looking over my shoulder... because I'm scared of ghosts, and stuff going 'bump' in the night."

"But not us going 'bump' in the night, right?" He mischeviously smirks, taking your hand into his, examining your face with half-closed, lulled eyes.

"Taehyungieeee-" you whine, playfully scolding him to pay attention, as a blush surfaces over your whole face. "You know I scare easily."

"I do too, precious." He quietly assures, before groaning. "OKAYYYY, I won't suprise you off guard anymore... no matter how cute or amusing your reaction may be-" he murmured in submission, letting out a long sigh. "Can't I just... hold you now?"

You blush, as he guides your hand to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss against the back of your hand. "I missed you all day... you're usually with me at the studio, or waiting with those yummy muffins after dance practice."

You giggle. "You mean the ones I lie to PD-nim about? Saying they're faux muffins, that are really veggie-based, to enhance protein and carb burning?" You ask, lifting your eyebrows in an amused way.

"Yeah, those ones..." Taehyung sighs with a pout. "All the guys love them... even Mister Bang now."

"He does, doesn't he?" You grimace, remembering the tray you made their boss recently, per-request. "I feel bad about lying, now that he thinks they're okay to eat all the time..."

"NOOO we can't lose our muffins!!" Taehyung playfully whines, clinging onto your arm. "He'll make us diet if he knowssss!"

"It sounds like you miss my muffins more than me." You smirk.

Taehyung scoffs, shaking his head, before planting several, slow kisses, up your arm.

"No, there's nothing I wouldn't give to have you by my side. Every day... muffins or no muffins." He giggles, towering over you and gazing into your eyes. "I missed you today."

"I missed you too, Tiger. I had been needing to do some artwork for my webtoon panels." You smile, booping his nose. "I'm trying to build an audience for my own work!"

Taehyung gently groans, pulling you in close by your waist. "You know... I can reccomend it to army on weverse or twitter. You've always been the best story teller I know... so its not like I'd be making up any praises about how amazing it is..."

You run your fingers through his soft hair, as he nuzzles into your neck. You can feel his breath slowing, huffing against your skin to breathe you in. He sends a shiver down your spine, slowly squeezing his hands over your hips, almost like... he's kneeding dough.

"Tae... y-you know I want to make something for myself..." you blush, as his hands sensually explore their way up your back. "I want to have self-made sucsess, doing what I love. It means a lot to me, to say that I did it, without anyone's help."

"Mmmm... my pretty little buisness CEO... I love it when you're ambitious and driven."

You scoff, wriggling in his hold. "Oh please, Tae... I'm not little, c'mon." You blush, this time out of embarrasement.

He can feel your body grow stiffened in his arms.

"Why can't I just praise you?" He whispers, almost saddened that you won't accept the admiration.

He leans back and stares into your eyes, with a small childish pout of dissapointment on his lips. His eyes are big and glossy as they penetrate your soul... like that of a puppy.

Its so wonderfully strange how he can look so intimidating and sexy sometimes... then all of a sudden so soft and baby-ish.

And right when he had you where he wanted you, softening your attention to be on him and distracted... of COURSE he would try to snag a move on you again. There went his large, manly hands... gently gripping and easing into a subtle squeeze on your waist skin... before sliding so slowly and delicately down to your bubbly buttcheeks.

Ah those thick buns and 'thicc' thighs. You love them then you hate them... they jiggle when you move, they always have. And... they have those small dimples in them. You always felt hesitant to let your boyfriend touch the soft spots, worried he may be turned off by the texture of your squishy skin, or how your body isn't tight like his own body. And yet... his gaze and hands always wandered there most... he was so needy for those areas, always trying to weasel his way into exploring them.

You were pretty confident about your big breasts, however. Those didn't make you feel like 'too much' for him. Well... besides the faded stretchmarks from them growing so quickly during middle school. Puberty... it just kinda hit you like a truck. You went from looking like a scrawny child to looking like a shapely woman with a baby doll face.

Parents would get mad at you trick or treating, assuming you were a college student dressing up and requesting candy. And those pervy older men were always such a pesty, creepy problem. All this to say, you became very aware of your body, very fast. Your other classmates were still skinny and shapeless, with more boxy frames than curvy frames, and none of the boys in your class ever seemed to be attracted to you, over the girls like them.

As Taehyung has said once before though... a young boy wants to knaw on bones, while a grown man hungers for the meat.

"Did you just compare me to meat?" You asked him after the fact.

"No! No... that's not what I..." He giggled, shaking his head. "Its just an old saying, that I only really understood when I grew up. Basically, women with shape are the sexiest to men... but teenage boys are attracted to a more child-like, thinner look." he quietly said.

His words echoed through your head, before you attention re-gathered in the moment happening now.

"You're little to me..." he innocently cooed.

Yes, I suppose height-wise you were shorter than your tall boyfriend. But you always wondered if you looked too... big... standing next to him. He was so lean... with practically no fat on his firm, toned body. But you were soft all over. And seeing Taehyung at award shows... surrounded by all of those dainty, tiny girlgroup idols... they looked like they could fit in his hands. But you... you felt so big sometimes, with your foreign genetics.

Taehyung never seemed to care, and he never said anything but praises, but you still wondered in the back of your mind. Did he think you were too much for him?

Taehyung liked a challenge. The more you shyed away, the more he pressed into you, cradling you in his grasp. (He knew the difference between you being shy versus being non-consenting, and NEVER went against your limits or desires. He read people quite well, especially you...)

"Taehyung..." you gulped, feeling your lips trembling to get the words out. "D-do you think I'm... f-fat?" You stammer. The look on his face is almost appalled, angered. Who would make you have such a false impression?

"What?" He repeated. "Fat? Absolutely NOT." He corrected, tilting up his chin confidently.

"B-but... according to Korean standards..." you muttered, beginning to ramble now that pandora's box had been opened. "I'm-"

"Don't say it." He coldly ordered. "Korean beauty standards are unrealistic and drive even the skinniest and prettiest of Korean women to get surgeries that promise an 'ideal image'. But, everyone is perfect exactly as they are. I know you know that, and you know I know that too. So, screw what advertising comanies call the 'ideal image' in my country or yours. Ideal image, my ass."

"Taehyung!" You gasp, suprised that he swore. Your boyfriend wasn't one to swear... it was a rare quality about him.

The way he worded it made you chuckle at a realization.

"Well, your butt is indeed the ideal image..." you murmured, making Taehyung smirk to see you amused and feeling a little better.

"I'm glad you think so, Jagiya~" he cooed, guiding you to the couch without his arms leaving your waist. You trusted him wholly, to guide you backwards, or anywhere.

Taehyung suddenly slipped his arm under one of your knees, making you yelp as he pulled your thigh up against the side of his body. He confidently smiles all the while, his intimate gaze never leaving your eyes. You feel his hand squeeze the thigh, and you could tell he was doing it less for support to lift you onto the couch, and moreso to feel your volumptuous form in his grasp. Ohhh he loved your thighs... your soft, lovely thighs...

He slowly leaned into you, guiding you to recline back onto the expensive, large, comfy couch.

You giggled, as he leaned all of his body onto you, squishing you playfully under him.

"Taehyung!" You laughed. "You're squishing me!"

"I want all of my body to be against your perfect body." He sweetly grinned. "There's not an inch of me that doesn't belong to you."

"Well, you're suprisingly heavy..." you playfully pout, succumbing to the comortable pressure his body was pressing into you. It was arousing, actually...

"And you're suprisingly light." He gently remarked, flipping you both so you were on top of him. You knew he didn't mean that in a bad way.

"Or you're just strong..." you sighed.

"Maybe I'm strong... but your body is perfect to me. The way you FEEL..." he began, greedily squeezing his palms over the softest parts of your thighs. "The way you LOOK..." he hungrily growled, almost an octive deeper... sending a shiver through your core as he drank in the image before him. His eyes widened as they scanned over your bouncing large breasts in his view, as he watched you sit up, straddling him as he lied there. The smile on his face was pleasured, pleased. He was a happy man to have you on top of him, no matter how light or heavy you were... he WANTED you to press your lovely form into him. "The way you walk... so bouncy and sexy... I feel jealous about how the hyungs check you out when your back is turned." His voice turned devilishly lower... deeper... as if wrathful for revenge. "Its a crime that any man gets to see your godess-like form standing before them, besided me."

"Th-they do that?" You blush, not realizing the rest of the boys saw you in that way.

"Mhmm... all of them do. Its soooo not fairrr..." he grumbled under his breath, almost purring as he took in the sight of your squishy tummy against his chest, and your juicy thighs around him. "Kitten~" he desperately sighed. "I get so HARD, just IMAGINING how you look IN clothes that cover you completely... let alone the f-fantasies of you naked~" he humms, with a hitch in his breathy whispers.

"Hh-huhh..." he sighs, his breath hitching again, as his eyes lazily roll into the back of his head, before re-drifting back down onto you. Just the remembrance gets him THAT hot and bothered??

"For realsies?" You coyly, bashfully ask.

"Of course, kitten. Would I lie to you?" He asks, raising his eyebrows with a confident smirk.

"Maybe... if it would make me feel better..." you dissapointedly assume.

He sits up, supporting himself on one of his arms, making his chest press against your breasts through your shirt. You were face to face now... just staring into one another's eyes.

"NEVER." He assured. "I would never lie to you. There's no reason for me to lie to make you feel better, Jagi. You're literally a goddess."

You feel your cheeks flume red. "G-goddess?"

"Yes! Renaissance masters didn't sculpt ideal greek godess statues with soft curves for nothing..." he grumbled, blushing at the sight of your innocent face.

"Ohh Taehyungie..." you dreamily sighed, leaning fully against his chest as he slowly lowered you both down, to lie against one another horizontally.

"The way our bodies are so different... the way yours is so soft comared to how hard and stiff mine is... its perfect." He gently cooed. "I'm surpised that you're so comfy in my arms."

"Oh Tae, you're my safe place. I love how you feel... I love how you hold me." You intimately whispered.

He stared deeply into your eyes, as a gentle smile rested on his admiring, sculpted, handsome face.

"Didn't you find me during our Love Yourself era?" He asked, cocking a brow.

"Mhmm." You responded, rapidly nodding your head up and down in such a soft, innocent way.

Taehyung giggled, endeared at your cuteness. "Okay then. I want you to love yourself... because I love you. All of you."

He gently lifted your loose shirt up enough to grab onto your waist, running his hands slowly down the sides of you, to squeeze your soft tummy in his hands, his eyes practically glistening with desire.

"Ever inch of you... every hair, every patch of skin, every tint and shade, every texture. You belong to me, and you're the sexiest being in existance. And all of me belongs to you, only you, forever. Alright?" He romantically assured, gazing hopelessly into your eyes.

The soft smile that pulled into his lips, let you know the fullest sincerity of his tone. "Okay." You smile, leaning into his lips to kiss him.

Slowly, passionately you kissed, deepening the intimate act with every second. Soon enough, your hands were running all over one another, tilting your heads to reach your tongues into the deepest parts of your mouth. Body to body... you both were perfect, together and apart, exactly as you are... he loved you.

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japes-the-clown · 3 years

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THE SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS MOVIE: AN INVERSION ON “COMING OF AGE” FILMS AND A CRITICISM OF ADULTHOOD

Hi hello hey it’s me Jericho Jay “Japes” Marshall out here with a pretentious love letter to the filmmaking on display in nickelodeons The Spongebob Movie. Yes, I know it’s a kids movie. Yes, I know it’s not that deep. But I’m majoring in english, and deeply depressed, so I need to get this OUT and onto a PAGE.

I have watched this film many times over my lifetime, a few when i was just a kid, then in my early teens, even when i turned eighteen, and now, a month before i turn 20. Every time, I grow a new appreciation for the nuances that this movie brings to the table, and on my most recent watch my own deliverance from childhood makes me relate to the core themes the hardest I ever have. The Spongebob Movie isn’t just a movie about childhood, but a movie about adulthood.

Today, I’m going to make clear exactly how The Spongebob Squarepants Movie criticizes our understanding of adulthood and how society treats the neurodivergent, while effectively turning the “Coming of Age” genre on its head, within its 87 minute runtime.

START: CONSISTENT CHARACTERIZATION

One thing a lot of films (ESPECIALLY kids films) fail to nail is consistently showing aspects of a character throughout the runtime, enough that changes to a character feel impactful and justified instead of rushed and stifled. The best examples of movies that fail to do this are often the marvel movies that people tend to not remember- the first two thor movies, the avengers age of ultron, etc. In these movies, characters certainly have traits, but their personalities and motives can be very weak and make dramatic changes feel A LOT less dramatic. This can be seen in age of ultron, when quicksilver gave his own life to save someone else, which felt like nothing because he wasn't well developed. He wasn't particularly endearing, nor did him sacrificing his life contradict a part of his character. It felt very much like the writers trying to say "Look, this character which was once opposing the avengers, is now dying for one. Please cry." No hate to the writers of Age of Ultron, but it proves itself often to be an unmemorable part of the catalogue.

In the Spongebob Movie, the characterization is ON. POINT. After the introduction, with the pirates rushing in to watch spongebob, we get so much information regarding spongebob as a character.

Pictured: Spongebob holding a piece of cheese like an operator

The first scene of the plot is a dream sequence a large crowded scene at the Krusty Krab, with a customer not receiving cheese on his patty, and it being positioned in the same way as a bomb being located. In the dream, everyone is panicked, and Mr. Krabs is visibly distressed, almost like a damsel. Spongebob comes in, announcing his position as manager, much to the relief of Krabs. He goes in, and puts cheese on the burger (again, very akin to a bomb defusal scene), bringing the perturbed customer out safe and sound. Everyone lifts spongebob up as a hero, which is interrupted by his boat alarm.

This scene is JAM PACKED with stuff that both introduces the character to new watchers and introduces the crux of his arc to everyone else. Spongebob of course is very fond of the Krusty Krab, and wants to be the manager- he wants people to see him as cool, and as a responsible adult. He wants to be the sort of person that can be trusted with big responsibilities. And we also see, most importantly, that he is extremely childish through his faximile of what it meant to be adult. Everything is scaled up; it's a very silly situation, which well suits both the joke and his character as an inexperienced kid. This is one of the most direct ways to convey someone's character, because a dream can be interpreted as a direct port into a character's desires. This being the first introduction to the character in the movie sets the tone for EVERY following situation.

In the next few scenes you see Spongebob's real life, which involves his lengthy morning routine; his life is sort of whimsical, and so too is his routine. He showers by shoving a hose into himself till he bursts with water, he uses toothpaste to clean his eyes but not his teeth, and he puts on pants which he must fold to make. Again, all pretty solid jokes, but also very telling about his outlook. He is funny, weird, and childish, which is juxtaposed by the scene where he's- he's uh- showering with squidward. Squidward is an example of the "adult" that spongebob isn't. This has always been the case, but here his normal routine makes it very clear that other people in this world aren't like spongebob. They shower normally, they brush their teeth, they put their clothes on like normal. Spongebob's world is one of wonder and without responsibility, which makes it questionable as to whether he could handle one.

Pictured: Spongebob's room, adorned with childhood imagery

Pictured: Spongebob celebrating his position as a manager, despite Krabs saying that it was squidward who got it

Even his room in this scene screams "kid". He has toys strewn about, glow in the dark stars, and pictures of superheroes on the wall. He even says "Sorry about this calendar" as he rips a page, personifying inanimate objects as a kid would. The movie is telling you, "THIS CHARACTER IS A KID", but in a way that's masked because it's also just a set up for jokes. It's done so well, in my opinion, that it would go over your head because from your perspective you would be laughing along as spongebob did his wacky antics.

On top of that, his excitement for his assured managerial position at the Krusty Krab 2 continues to be bolstered. He marked it off with a cute drawing on his calendar, for those familiar he changes his normal "I'm ready" chant to "I'm ready- promotion-", and he's even already set up a party to celebrate at his favorite chain, Goofy Goobers, a child's entertainment restaurant similar to chucky cheese, albeit replacing pizza for ice cream. He hasn't just gotten excited, but has this childish anticipation for something which isn't even assured.

Spongebob arrives at the opening of the Krusty Krab 2, where he is so excited he can't contain his glee. He breaks the silence and makes members of the crowd uncomfortable, reinforcing again that spongebob is a standout in a world of adults, and a kid who doesn't understand certain social norms, which society looks down upon. When Krabs reveals that Squidward got the managerial position, Spongebob hyped himself so much that he starts celebrating, not even noticing that he wasn't picked. He gets on stage, and begins to give a speech, to which Krabs interrupts.

The next part I think best illustrates Spongebob's clear ignorance to society: Krabs attempts to subtly tell spongebob that he isn't getting the job, but spongebob repeats everything he says into the microphone. Again, fantastic joke, grade A, but the amount this shows how invested spongebob was. He already saw himself as an adult, someone who everyone would look up to as a manager- he could take the responsibility, and isn't aware of everyone likely cringing in the audience. This is the natural step for him in his mind, especially because of his exemplary work which had been previously celebrated through employee of the month awards. This was not an option for him. There wasn't a world in his mind where he would be outclassed by squidward.

Krabs has to break to him that he lacks responsibility, and that his childishness makes it difficult for Krabs to give him such a job. This might seem harsh, but I think the intro again shows how Spongebob saw the job; he didn't understand what it would be like, fantasizing another level in the menial work structure to be an amazing adventure of a job. People in the crowd reaffirm that in the eyes of society, spongebob is just a kid, a goofball. In my eyes, this is a story not just of childhood, but of neurodivergence. Spongebob isn't normal, and is blocked by society for his ignorance of social norms and sunny disposition. He finds things fun that other people can not, and he places values in completely different things. So he is blocked from the meaningful recognition he desired, despite the obvious evidence of his commitment.

I think this is a mighty interesting dichotomy!!! Simultaneously, spongebob's understanding of the world truly is warped, often resulting in a lack of consideration for others as well as harm for himself when things don't go his way, AND he is a good worker which puts in MANY hours of work without so much of a complaint. This is COMPLEX. You have to ask yourself, as a viewer, "would I give spongebob the job?" The answer can be different and can be REASONED.

And that's JUST spongebob! There are other characters with characterization that mixes into the themes of the movie very well, but I'm going to bring up any related points in future sections.

Okay, Okay. So now you're saying "WOW OKAY GREAT so why does any of this matter?" I'm so glad you asked. VERY glad.

2: THE BREAKING OF A YOUNG MAN'S SPIRIT

THIS is the point of the movie. The obstacle in this movie truly isn't adulthood, but instead self doubt. Spongebob's whole world is turned upside down by Krab's rejection of his basic personality. Spongebob asks himself: is it REALLY okay to be who I am? Am I an adult? Is the world fair? One of the most shocking scenes in the movie is blended so well in tone with the rest that you don't really notice; spongebob eating ice cream to cope with his disappointment, akin to that of adults drinking alcohol, and appearing to be visually "drunk" and washed up. This is BRILLIANT, and a recurring theme, where the true line between adult and childhood becomes blurry and impossible to see. Spongebob, the representation of a kid, gets hungover, spiteful, and angry about the injustice of his situation. This is often how adults act in the fact of adversity, but what's funny is that this too is how a kid would act; getting angry and overindulging, feeling entitled and acting socially immature when he didn't get what he wanted. He walks in to the Krusty Krab literally just to shit talk Krabs. And it doesn't stop there.

Pictured: Plankton finding "Plan Z" and looking at it like a centerfold in a playboy magazine

Almost every character in this movie juxtaposes another, again smearing the line of what it means to be an adult. For example, Spongebob and Plankton are polar opposites; plankton is cold and vengeful, angry at the world around him, and spongebob is a happy person who tends not to take things personally, a friend to all. In planktons first appearances in the movie, he is portrayed with clear adult themes, mocking spongebob, making pinup jokes about plan z, and living in a fairly dark and grey space. But, as the story moves along, we see many similarities; both spongebob and plankton are fairly one track minded, and when spongebob's perception is broken he himself gets a little vengeful. When eugene is put in danger over this, though, we do see that he places the lives of others over his own wants. And, even at the end of the movie, we see their similarities. Plankton reuses the "Sorry Calendar" joke that spongebob used at the start of the movie, drawing another line of what it means to be an adult. Is it childish of plankton to say that? Is the inherent irony he has impactful here? His want for something that isn't his, and his disregard for others in pursuing it feels just like how a younger child may steal the toy of another, without understanding what it means to share.

Pictured: Neptune flipping his shit at his lost crown

Then, there's the character of Neptune. Neptune is a big man baby. He rules the entire land, commands the most respect, and is considered the most powerful person under the sea, and yet, we see that he gets overprotective of his property, prepared to execute anyone who even annoys him. Throughout the film, he's obsessed with chasing an image of youth, as he is bald, and ignores the suffering of the people on bikini bottom to make sure no one sees his bald head. He throws what's equivalent to a tantrum when he finds his crown is missing, and believes a very crude note written by plankton saying that it was eugene who stole it. His character is an "acceptable" child because he's in a position of power, where spongebob is an "unacceptable" child as he is just a working class member of society. And the funniest part is, that he mocks spongebob for wanting to go for the crown, when even he, the strongest person in bikini bottom, refuses to go out of fear.

We see that these "bastions" of adulthood, plankton and neptune, are the ones who are responsible for missteps of society; we're ALL children in the long run, but the strict enforcement of a perceived true adulthood creates a space where they can act immaturely yet those under them/around them cannot. Dennis makes this case even more, as the only thing he does in this movie is hurt others. There's only one thing that seems to truly denote adulthood, and it's cruelty.

Even squidward, the adult that is supposed to be more responsible that spongebob, refuses to go on the quest to retrieve the crown, as he acts mostly in self interest, even later claiming to only care that plankton was stealing the secret formula as it was hurting his own paycheck.

Spongebob is the only one willing to go, willing to defend the man who wronged him, willing to value life over his own interests. He is both child and adult, just as the adults are too children.

As he moves through the plot of this film, he becomes less confident in his disposition, with his naivete causing moments like him and patrick crossing the state line and immediately getting carjacked, or them being put into an uncomfortable situation by all the bubbles they blew when they tried to get their car back. His bright personality is questioned constantly: Only five days to shell city? BY CAR. This is man's country. But weren't we the double bubble blowing babies?

Pictured: Spongebob caught trying to take back the key to the patty wagon when patrick fails to distract everyone

This is made more obvious to him as patrick remains oblivious throughout; patrick is a mirror for him, that acts as a childhood constant, that makes it clearer for him every day the draws of his childishness. There's the moment in the club where patrick's distraction was poorly thought out, and only because he said he wanted to do it adamantly, there's the moment where patrick challenged neptune on how many days they would have to do it, which served no purpose but for his own fun, there's the moment patrick points out the free ice cream trap- he is the unemployed uncritical lens that spongebob is afraid he is.

So everything's fucked, and anyone who is childish is bad i guess!!!

But that isn't so,

3: The illusion of manhood

So we've talked about spongebob's characterization as a naive child, how this is impactful in his transformation into someone who is anxious about that aspect of his personality, and how the society around him is hypocritical in it's own immaturity. But where does this all come together?

Pictured: Planktons dystopian world, which Mindy shows Spongebob and Patrick

It's at spongebob and patricks "conversion to manhood". At his lowest point, spongebob becomes a squidward- he becomes critical of his AND patricks interests, and regards them as childish, deciding that this means that they can't make it to shell city, as it requires them to be adults. When mindy shows them the dire situation back home, she hopes that spongebob's sunny personality and care for others would shine through, but instead he turns to what society has been telling him; it's impossible. He can't do it, he's just a little kid, and there is no point to any of this as he'll fail regardless.

Thinking about it like this, it truly is one of the darkest points in the entire series; spongebob just openly admitted that there was nothing he could do, that all of his friends were goners because he was effectively useless.

Mindy comes up with an idea; she'll trick spongebob and patrick into believing they're men; she convinces them of mermaid magic (their innocence allowing them to believe) and uses kelp to make them think they've matured into adults. Notice that physical modifiers being the only key to this "fake adulthood". With this, they jump off a cliff because they believe that with adulthood, they are invincible.

This is really telling about how the society they're in thinks of being an adult, and relays that to children. There's another level, a distinct separation between spongebob and adulthood, which seemed like the difference between a squire and a knight- being an adult means that you aren't weak anymore (as though he was weak in the first place), and thus you can do things you never thought before. Is it truly healthy that this is how a society tells kids that adulthood is like, for them to enter the world and feel a truly awful financial and literal hellscape waiting for them? uh, you can, you can decide that for yourself i think.

Nonetheless, they survive the fall, and conclude that they really are invincible, able to power through a ravine with their happy go lucky attitude, eventually befriending the monsters which were once trying to kill them. They weren't acting like adults, but the labels themselves made it possible for them to soldier on with the childlike disposition they had. I find that to be powerful. If we were able to be more hopeful as adults, and power through the worst things brightly, could we do great things? Idk but these depression meds sure do taste good nom nom

After crossing the ravine, spongebob and patrick meet dennis, and have their worldview crushed as it's revealed that they are actually still kids. Dennis being the "alpha male" that he is, is characterized by violence and a lack of morality. The pair are saved by a giant boot, which is the first of two humans in this movie. Spongebob and patrick are both taken by the man in the diver suit, as we fade to black, marking the end of their illusion of adulthood.

4: Back from the Edge (of death)

Spongebob and Patrick awaken in an antique shop, realizing that they were surrounded by fish that had been killed specifically for sale as tacky antiques. They are lifted out of their fishbowl, and put under a heatlamp, as their fate is sealed to become a member among those dead fish. In spongebob's final moments, he mourns his inability to be an adult, as well as to reach shell city; but before they both die, patrick points out that they truly did reach shell city, as the crown was within their reach.

This. This is a phenomenal scene. Why? Because of what it means for spongebob's arc.

Pictured: Spongebob and Patrick on their deathbeds, finding happiness

He sees the crown, and realizes that, unequivocally, that even if he didn't bring the crown back, he made it to shell city. Every person he met told him that he couldn't even do that. and he did it. He is a kid, yes, but he's a kid who went where not even NEPTUNE dared go. Everything people said about him, about how him being a kid stopped him from success, was suddenly shattered. He has been asking himself if it's okay that he is a kid, and he saw, unambiguously, that it is. He is allowed to be happy. He can enjoy things that other people don't. He can be naive. He can be himself, no matter what anyone says. And so can you. Great things can be done by people who are "childish", who are "naive", who are kind without expecting a return, all of it. YOU are okay. Your stims are okay, your comfort series are okay, your interest in tropes are okay, YOU'RE OKAY!!!!

with that, spongebob and patrick are dehydrated on the table, and ostensibly die, the kids that they are, shedding one final tear each, forming a heart beneath them.

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Miraculously, the tear electrocutes that lamp at it's socket, causing smoke to rise and set off the sprinklers, rehydrating the pair, and bringing them back to life. The "Man in the Suit" attempts to capture them, seeing them about to lift Neptune's crown, but the rest of the dehydrated fish come back to life- squirting him with his own glue and beating him to the ground, as spongebob and patrick run out with the crown. David Hasselhoff offers them a ride back to Bikini Bottom, and the pair begin their ride back.

5: The confrontation of Adulthood and Childhood

Pictured: Dennis looking all lame and shit

As spongebob and patrick are being swam back to bikini bottom, the boot under which dennis was crushed rockets to Hasselhoff, spitting him back out to finish the job. The appearance of Dennis, IN MY OPINION, makes him look rather goofy, with his broken glasses making him look more like a office worker than a badass assassin as he attempts to kill spongebob and patrick. Spongebob, in trying to reason with him, is able to ruin his eyes with bubbles, and then survives as dennis gets hit by a raised platform which spongebob and patrick are too low to be hit by.

Having defeated one representation of adulthood, spongebob and patrick are shot down by HasselHoffs MASSIVE MAN TITS with the crown in order to prevent Krab's fate, blocking Neptune's lazer just in time as they crash in.

All seems to be well, but plankton uses one of his mind control helmets (which we'll be getting into later) to enslave even Neptune, putting mindy, spongebob, patrick, and Krabs against the wall.

In another stark moment of characterization, Spongebob tells patrick that "Plankton Cheated", which prompts plankton to tell spongebob that the situation wasn't a kiddy game, and that it was the real world. This sort of distinctions in their ethos tell you how spongebob interacts with justice; he believes in "playing fair", while plankton is bitter and believes in getting what he wants.

Finally, the apex to our plot, is a musical number. Spongebob begins to make a long-winded speech, where he takes ownership of every label he was called as he stood on the stage at the beginning, the similarity between the two events being clear (holding a microphone at an inappropriate time, making a speech as he blocks out input from an adult trying to talk him down). Spongebob then busts out into the film's rendition of Twisted Sister's "I Wanna Rock", "I'm a Goofy Goober". This results in spongebob reversing plankton's whole plot with "the power of rock and roll". Plankton is made powerless, and thrown into a little padded cell.

The final scene in the movie has Mr. Krabs freed from his imprisonment in ice, and spongebob is offered squidwards position as manager of the second Krusty Krab. He seems hesitant, and squidward offers an insightful analysis of what spongebob might be feeling (the typical analysis of a coming of age movie, where the protagonist finds out that what they wanted all along is not what they wanted, but it was what was inside all along). Spongebob refutes that squidwards fly was just down, and GLADLY accepts the job.

AND THAT'S THE MOVIE

6: AN INVERSION ON THE COMING OF AGE GENRE

A coming of age story tends to be one which is focus on the growth of a character from childhood to adulthood, asking questions about what it means to be an adult. A character reaches for their perceived adulthood, and realizes what it means to ACTUALLY be an adult, typically juxtaposing what people think (drugs, parties, sex) versus what the movie postures as the correct adulthood (responsibility). In this, I think that the spongebob movie directly criticizes the position of what "an adult" is, in the sense of how someone acts.

Like we discussed in part 2, every adult character in this movie tends to be very childish in themselves, unable to see through simple ruses, and often very possessive of personal property. I don't think we actually see a child in this movie as a speaker at any point, only really as background characters (in goofy goobers to solidify spongebob as childish, and I believe in the chum bucket as they're lead to an unsafe place by their parents, who are supposed to be responsible). Thus, what is mostly examined is how adulthood and childhood is a very thin line. Squidward, for example, going directly to plankton to accuse him of stealing the formula, instead of taking it to the top immediately, which would have ended this whole thing fairly quickly; that was rather silly, and was the fruit of his need to assert himself as an adult.

Spongebob goes through this movie FIRST not caring much about whether or not he was an adult, and it is only after the social pressure from adults does he start to chase it. He then chases his perceived image of an adult, going on an adventure, and is crushed by the fact that he isn't an adult. Instead of finding what an adult is, he instead becomes comfortable with his existence as a child, finding himself at the end of the movie able to comfortably chase after an ideal again, where in a normal movie he would humbly reject the job he was offered.

This is, truly, what we should all take from this film. Spongebob realizes that people who aren't necessarily socially adjusted or acceptable can do great things, regardless of what the people around them say, especially because the people around them are liable to throw tantrums and be actively harmful to society. He is allowed to find comfort in childish things, and to be naive, because the world needs more people willing to help others. It's a scathing criticism on the imposed adulthood that exists in a lot of coming of age films, which begs us to drop fun in the interest of doing the right thing, as though those two ideas are contradictory.

BONUS: EXTRA STUFF THAT I LIKED

The goofy goober song became really good storytelling, at first marking childishness, then marking a level of discomfort and judgement in the club, then marking spongebob recognizing that his happiness came from what he liked and not some vague idea of adulthood, and finally marking his full acceptance of his childishness, taking the form of rock, the music of rebellion. It's not as subtle as leitmotifs, but it works really well in how the same song can give very different feelings throughout, and inform how we interact with a story.

There are a lot more examples of adults being pressured into childishness, with the connected twins who liked goofy goober at the club, who were beaten senseless for absolutely no reason, which highlights the way that the society hurts people that, by all means, are just as much adults as anyone else. There's of course Plankton's helmets which created a society of people who simply slaved away with nothing to say, taking life as it came and listening to authority.

On top of that, this movie is PRETTY ANTICAPITALIST AND ANTIMONARCHY, despite those things being allowed to continue to exist at the end- monarchy is seen misusing power constantly and often for unfounded reasons, and Spongebob's diligence at work is rejected by a penny pinching Krabs, who cares only about money. Like, THE KRUSTY KRABS ARE RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER? THAT IS SOME MONTY PYTHON ASS SHIT. This year is the first year i laughed at that joke, because it's really some "capitalists are fucking dumb as shit" humor that slipped over my head when i was a kid. The villain literally being defeated by Rock and Roll, which was sung with a message against the oppression of differences in people? Yeah, I think the spongebob movie hated rich mother fuckers.

END: UH YEAH THAT'S WHAT IT IS

So yeah. The movie is good I think. There's a lot more i could go into, but I've been writing this post for hours and at this point i haven't even read it so...

I recommend going back and giving this film a rewatch!!! Pay attention to all the moments where adults act like children/kids act like adults, because it'll make ur brain pop like a zit. Anyways that's me, I'm Jericho Jay "Japes" Marshall, and I HATE facism.

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