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adelrambles · 6 months

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Tips on Writing Bishop

I've been asked a couple times for advice on how to write a good (03-style) Bishop, and I'm well-aware he can be a bit tough to get a grasp on. As someone who's studied him specifically to learn how to write him as accurately as possible, I figured I'd compile some thoughts in case it'd be helpful to anyone else. I know a lot of Rise takes on him are basing off the 03 version, so maybe this could help generate ideas, too. SO!

Big Overall Points!

At the core of EVERYTHING Bishop does are two primary motivations. The first: the protection of the earth. What this means to him can get tricky, because it doesn't necessarily mean protecting the people, at least not all of them. But it will be better understood alongside the other:

The second: The protection of his sense of safety. Bishop has been deeply traumatized, and everything he does is born of a want to avoid that pain ever again. In his mind, earth is a safe area, a controllable factor, and anything outside it is a danger that must be eliminated. This is why he will still be willing to put himself and other people on the line in service of this; any sacrifice is worth the greater goal. (It's worth noting, Bishop will claim the first as his motivation freely, but is likely not consciously aware of the second.)

Bishop deals in Big Picture ONLY. Another reason Bishop will willingly throw away anything, including the lives of the people he claims to protect, is that he seems incapable of understanding things on a small, individual basis.

Bishop is a cold personality. He does not have strong displays of emotion. He does emote, but for the most part it's muted, so I recommend using emotional bursts very sparingly. (In my own writing, as an example, I try to limit my use of exclamation marks in his dialogue as much as possible.)

At his core, Bishop is afraid, and his response to fear is aggression. This also makes it particularly difficult to talk him down, if he's put in an emotional state. His response to not being in control is often violent retaliation.

With those basic tenants understood, let's move next to some major personality traits:

Bishop is a controlling personality. This is a direct result of his trauma response. Things that can be controlled are safe, therefore he must control everything. If something cannot be controlled, it's a threat that must be eliminated. If he doesn't know why something happened, he becomes angry (including even when it benefits him.)

Bishop is very low-empathy. When writing him, I try to keep in mind that he cannot put himself in the perspective of others. (Or if he can, he doesn't care to.)

Bishop is a sadist. He gets personal enjoyment from hurting others.

Bishop likes fighting, but only when he's winning. He will quickly leave if he can't see a guaranteed victory.

Bishop is paranoid. This is probably self-evident, but it's the reason he's often so well-prepared even when things don't go to plan.

Bishop genuinely seems to enjoy science. He's shown to be far more lenient with scientist characters than anyone else, and he seems to involve himself in his scientists' projects to a degree. Enough to, at the very least, understand their work. (Given he was the one set to dissect the turtles, it might also be argued he has some medical or biology background, himself.)

Bishop is an opportunist and scavenger. He can roll with failures as long as he can find something to get out of it. If he's presented with an opportunity to stab someone in the back, and he has something to gain? He'll take it without a second thought.

Bishop is deeply self-blind. For all his perceptiveness and strategic prowess, Bishop is not very self-aware in the slightest. He is completely blind to his own hypocrisies, and thoroughly confident in his own righteousness.

Bishop adapts fast. He accepts situations for what they are and acts (Though he may still be angry about them, or what have you.) This is likely a skill developed via longevity; the world around him has changed rapidly, but he doesn't feel out of place at all.

Bishop will take extreme risks and thinks wildly outside the box. Also self-evident, if you're familiar with the plans he enacts throughout the show. He'll put a lot on the line if he thinks the reward is worth enough, and he's willing to go to extreme lengths to get what he wants, even if his plans would be considered crazy by normal standards.

Bishop is persistent. If he wants something, he won't stop until he gets it. If he fails, he'll retreat, make a new plan, and try again. It is very difficult to convince him to back down (and certainly not on moral grounds.)

Habits and triggers I've noted:

Being restrained of any sort puts Bishop in a panic. He is more likely to have an emotional response in these scenarios, and seems to have (an albeit muted) desperation to escape. (See: Leatherhead restraining him in the first encounter; His reaction to being trapped on the surgical table in Head of State.)

When being duplicitous or suppressing a reaction, Bishop will go to adjust his tie. This could possibly be considered his tell.

Bishop seems to have a particular fear of aliens blending in as humans. His slayer project was built around the assumption that this is a common threat. (Worth noting: This makes The Shredder the model of the exact threat Bishop is afraid of. Technically, Bishop himself may also fit the description of a threat shaped like a human.)

Writing considerations:

In 03's narrative, Bishop is EPF and EPF is Bishop. Narratively speaking, any organization Bishop is head of acts as if it is an extension of his will and character.

Bishop is shown to strike fear and/or discomfort into most characters he interacts with. Anything beyond this is an outlier, and will draw a reader's attention.

Dialogue-wise, Bishop is generally succinct and blunt. He does dabble in gloating, though, and especially likes to upset others. If he's given a chance to be mean, he'll usually take it. It can help to consider he has a Mission Mode and a Normal Mode. When it comes to Mission Mode, he gets straight to the point and hates unnecessary talking. Otherwise, he's still not very talkative, but will take the time to make pointed jabs or talk through a plan. A lot of his sense of humor seems to be rooted in how He's Better Than You (And You're Going To Die Painfully.)

It's a common pitfall that Bishop is depicted as seeking out the turtles. In 03, once he gets their DNA, he's done with them. Any encounters after that are incidental. Bishop does not care about anything that won't effect his greater goal. If he's targeting another character, it should have to do with a greater plan.

Bishop is an extremely competent combatant, shown to be able to handle up to 7 opponents at once. For a breakdown on his fighting style check out my other post on that!

Bishop is hard to kill, and oftentimes he accidentally contributes to his own defeat. (The hook from Bishop's Gambit is an example I get a LOT of mileage out of, as a perfect symbol of his self-defeating prophecies.)

We almost only ever see Bishop in the context of his work. While it could be construed that he depersonalizes himself, it's much more clear that the narrative depersonalizes him. As far as we, the audience know, Bishop's work is all that he is.

It's unclear if Bishop was released from his abduction or escaped. Depending on which you ascribe to, this can have ramifications for his mindset on how to deal with the alien threat. (Personally, because so much of his inability to cope hinges on a feeling of helplessness, I believe he was released. If he escaped on his own power, that undercuts it, somewhat.)

Thematically-speaking, Bishop parallels both his own torturers and his own victims at the same time. He has perpetuated the cycle that traumatized him in the first place by trying to fight fire with fire. (In that vein, I don't think he's capable of understanding that, not seeing aliens as people in the first place, just dangers. Considering how deeply ingrained his trauma is in his worldview and actions, it would probably ruin him, if he were ever able to actually grasp it.)

Bishop and EPF are likely a commentary on the military of the time 03 was coming out. This can be something worth keeping in mind, when figuring out his greater themes in your story, though it can just as well be discarded if it doesn't fit.

Adding to that, Bishop has an extensive american military background. His skills and knowledge will reflect that.

Bishop also plays on and references a number of real-life alien conspiracies. It can be worth digging through conspiracy history to drum up ideas and themes, too.

The ethical and philosophical quandaries of Bishop's body-hopping and humanity tend to not hold too much weight, because Bishop, himself, doesn't seem to care.

If I think of more I'll certainly be adding on to the reblogs of this post! Or, if you have more thoughts, please feel free to add! If you're in the mood for more Bishop ramblings, that's practically most of this blog atm, but this post is a particular favorite. If you're interested in Fast Forward!Bishop, specifically, consider this post! (also read Taking Pawns. slipped in that self-promo, nice.)

#agent bishop #tmnt 2003 #tmnt 2k3 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #And man I still gotta make an analysis on 2012 Bishop #my man is so underrated #There are only a handful of fics out there that include him at ALL and for the most part I find he's blended with 03's characterization #Which takes away what makes him fun in his own right and muddies 03 Bishop's character basis imo #anyway I had this post on the backburner for a while and finally got the motivation to finish her up #And of course if ever there are more questions on characterizing him I'd be happy to help! I love rambling about this guy ad nauseum #oooh stray thought I should do one for Rat King too. Went through that guy's episodes recently theyre GREAT #I've also been very tempted to compile most of these posts into a big ol video essay. idk if I could pull it off but it sure is an idea

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cain-speaks · 10 months

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❣ 𝘾𝙍𝙐𝙎𝙃 ❣ || Wukong x Reader Oneshot

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╔⏤⏤⏤⏤╝❀╚⏤⏤⏤⏤╗ AUTHOR'S NOTE ╚⏤⏤⏤⏤╗❀╔⏤⏤⏤╝ ➤ One day I'll decide how I wanna format shit lmao. ➤ This is a oneshot. ➤ This is romantic. ➤ Reader is gender neutral (except for one use of "maiden" in reference to you). ➤ This oneshot includes Dragonhead/Triad!Wukong, who is apart of the Triad AU belonging to @skittlescripts! ➤ This oneshot in based off @dumplingsjinson's 4th unrequited-but-not-actually-unrequited-love prompt!! I originally had it here but decided to delete it incase you'd like to go into this kinda blind lol. ➤ If this is dumb I'm sorry I haven't had a genuine crush since like 2nd grade /gen. Also romance is NOT my strongsuit despite how much I read LMAO. ➤ TRIGGER WARNINGS include profanity, denial of feelings, avoidance, lying, self-deprecation, angst, and crying. ➤ Word count: 4,300

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❝ Camo jacket, robbing corner stores; hard odds to beat when you're on all fours .❞

You didn't want this.

It started off innocently enough—a blush when you caught the Great Sage's eye, a bit of a tremble to your voice or your knees when his hand brushed yours, squealing into your pillows when he gave you gifts. Embarrassing reactions, yes, but not surprising. Afterall, whole gods have found themselves swooning for the Monkey King even if they've a snowball's chance in hell at actually gaining his affections—what chance did your mortal self stand against the demon's wicked charm? But surely your little... celebrity crush didn't mean anything significant.

Except it did.

You barely ever had crushes growing up, much less attractions so passionate you could call them love. But with Wukong, it came far too easily. You loved the way he spoke, the way he held himself, the way he managed to create a community of loyal allies despite his many enemies. But then you also loved the simple things—his real laugh, the one that made him clutch his stomach and cackle until tears were dripping from his eyes; the way his tail swayed like a dog's and curled into a heart when he was excited; the way he smelt of peaches and flowers, as if he was a whole world just for you to—

No!

No, no, no!

This is how the greatest friendships crashed and burned. An insistent crush and a hopeful heart and a two-timing brain poisoning you with sweet what-ifs and flowery dreams is all it takes for you to make one irreversible, permanent step; for you to pour your heart out only to hear we can still be friends! and watch him drift away.

Well, not you. You weren't going to risk breaking your heart nor your and Wukong's friendship over a crush, no matter how serious. So after many sleepless nights of brainstorming (and daydreaming... goddamnit, brain!), you finally devised a plan to squash your feelings for the Monkey King.

1.) Create distance physically.

You tap your fingers against your thigh anxiously, fighting the urge to scratch angry red blotches into the skin while you wait for Wukong to pick up your call. You thought this method would be easiest for enacting Step 1, hoping Wukong and Macaque wouldn't be able to pick out any lies over the phone, but with how long it's taking him to answer, maybe it'd be easier to avoid him the hard way—

"Hey, peaches!" Wukong's cheery voice greets over the line, making you huff in relief. "What's up? You're not calling to ask if you can come up, right? Because you know I've told you you can just come, riiighttt?"

Your heart swoons ridiculously, and you have to aggressively remind yourself that hanging out with Wukong is the exact opposite of what you want to achieve.

"Yessss, I remember," you force out in a nasally, cracking voice that you pray sounds convincing. "But no, that's not why I'm calling."

"Oh, peaches, are you sick?" Wukong asks worriedly, and you can feel his furrowed eyebrows through the phone.

"No," you snark, and then you force out some rough-sounding coughs, grimacing at the way your throat stings. "This happens every year. Sometime near spring I get super sick for like a month—might be the pollen or something, I dunno."

"I never noticed," Wukong replies softly. "I'm sorry, peaches. I woulda helped you before if I'd realized."

Your heart flips again and you lean away from the phone to form a silent scream before returning. "It's—cough—fine. I'm a big girl, a little springtime bug isn't going to kill me. But it is gonna keep me in my house for a few weeks."

"In that case, why don't I let Macaque handle things for a bit and come over—"

"No!" You snap out, your hand immediately smacking over your mouth at the outburst. Fuck! You think, mind racing to recover from your fumble. You let out a series of coughs as you think, then lick your lips. "S-Sorry... while it means a lot that you'd do that for me, when I get like this... it's just easier to handle it alone. I don't really have the energy to be around people or have them around me."

You cross your fingers, your opposite hand gripping your clothes in a white-knuckle grip as a few beats of silence pass. God, let him believe me so I can hang up—

"Alright, peaches," Wukong replies softly, and you have to lean back so he won't hear the relieved huff of air you let out. You're so busy rejoicing you nearly miss what he says next. "But I'm still going to drop food off to you, alright?" Seeming to sense a coming argument from you, he adds, "I'll just drop it off at your door and send you a message."

You sigh, a small smile forcing it's way on to your face despite the situation still not being as perfect as you'd hoped for. "Guess I can't stop you, sunshine."

"Nope!" Wukong laughs, popping the p. "Get well soon! Who knows what mischief I'll be up to without my angel to keep me on the path of grace?" He cooes with a subtle purr to his words. A wild blush blooms on your face, burning your ear tips as you soak in what he said.

"You're supposed to be able to do that on your own, Great Sage," you croak out, burying your flushed face in your unused hand even though the cheeky monkey isn't here to see it.

"What's the fun in that?" Wukong snickers. Then his voice softens, squeezing your heart. "But seriously, take care of yourself, peaches. If you need space, that's fine, but if you need help, ask. There's nothing you could do that would chase me away."

What he says is sweet, so sweet, and dream-like. His words make you think of a fairytale, with you a fair maiden and him a brave, persistent, dragon-slaying knight.

But life's not a fairytale, and things won't go your way just because you wish on a star.

"Will do, Wuks," you say quietly. "Bye."

"Bye, peaches."

Beep-beep.

Step 1... achieved.

2.) Create distance emotionally.

You couldn't just get rid of your crush (well, you probably could, but that'd entail some magical mumbo jumbo you're not quite desperate enough for yet), but maybe you could weaken it by limiting how much exposure you had to Wukong. Hard, considering how popular he was, but surely not impossible!

So, to start off easy, you got rid of your merch. You were able to sell most of it online, but the more stuff you got rid of, the more... upset you felt. Which made sense, sure—it was stuff you loved, of course, and if you hadn't fallen in love with one of your best friends, you'd never part with it—, but your thoughts felt... insane. You found yourself wondering if people would take care of it, if they'd love it and find the same joy in it that you did.

The idea of someone doing anything less made your skin crawl, and for a few brief moments, you considered doing full deep dives on buyers to make sure the merch was going to a good home. Then you reasoned you sounded absolutely obnoxious, like some creepy fangirl and not a close friend of Sun Wukong, and gave the rest away without any further hesitance.

Goddamn, did it sting though.

True to his word, Wukong stopped by your house once every few days with food and medicine. At first, you were worried he'd try to talk to you or ask to come in, but the only way you even knew he'd been there was when he alerted you with a message. You were grateful for it, but words couldn't describe the relief you had that he left no gifts in the bags.

If he had, that might have set you right back to square one.

Your house felt... empty without Wukong's memorabilia, but you chopped it up to your distaste for change. Obviously the nearly crippling discomfort in your own home was because of the now-barren walls (no way it was because you'd just given away dozens of priceless items...), so you bought some pretty posters of bands, artists, and games you liked and hung them on the wall. It wasn't the same, but you supposed that within time, it'd become your new normal.

You decided to ignore the way that settled on your body like gloomy fog.

Now... for the harder part.

Aside from merch, Wukong had gotten you plenty of personal items. Clothes, jewelry, perfumes, cooking utensils you'd been eyeing, plushies, that sort of thing. You knew just by looking at it that it was expensive, probably things that would land you in debt for life if you'd bought it yourself, and rare, too. Likely some one-of-a-kind stuff, knowing Wukong.

You spent three nights despairing over what to do with them. Giving them away to the masses felt disrespectful to say the least, and with the way your heart shrieked, you decided to listen. Throwing them out didn't feel much better, neither did burying them (yeah... you were thinking of everything)... but you couldn't keep them. No, no, no, it'd just encourage your stupid crush if you caved and kept anything, especially the personal stuff!

So you did the only thing you could think of: give it to your family.

It still didn't feel great either way, but at least you knew they were being cared for. And if Wukong happened to ask for any of it back, it'd be easy to retrieve.

You expect to feel relieved at having found a solution, but it only fills you with dread.

All that's left are the notes.

You keep them in a pretty box in your desk. It's a deep red covered in bright splashes of color meant to resemble fireworks, with bright iron hinges on the back so it could open and close. It's perfectly pristine without so much a speck of dust upon it, its well-cared-for appearance taunting you as you lift it out of its drawer and sit on your bed.

You know you shouldn't look at them, but it's not like it'll change anything—you already have them memorized by heart, anyway.

Dear (name), "Sunshine", huh? Can't say it reflects much of who I am as an infamous, invincible god, but I'll take it over "simian" anyday! I think I'll call you "peaches" in return. It has a nice ring, doesn't it? Sunshine and peaches. Like two peas in a pod. Anyway. I hope you like the clothes!

You laugh softly as you read the note. This had been after you mistakenly let your unspoken nickname for him slip after one of his meetings, flustering both you and the unprepared Dragonhead. Despite your furious blush and profuse apologies, Wukong had made you explain your reasoning behind the nickname (which was mostly Macaque's fault—damn him and his "sun and moon" bullshit). You were mortified, thinking you'd set your and Wukong's relationship way back, but when he started calling you peaches...

Sunshine stuck, and you two really did become peas in a pod.

You've torn through the whole box of notes by the time you realize there are tears running down your cheeks. When realization hits, you bend over and press your hands to your face, open-mouthed sobs wracking your body.

Why'd it have to be him? You could've fallen hopelessly in love with anyone, and your heart chose him?

Wukong isn't the problem. No, not at all. Next to you, the Monkey King seems wild, volatile, too much. But that's only because you're a, well, mortal, incapable of shining even half as brightly as he does. Wukong's a god, an immortal king, a being who'd felled thousands in mere moments—your best friend deserves someone who could meet him at his level, not force him into some domestic role.

Someone better than you.

The thought sends a sharp wave rocking through your chest, but with it comes some rush of desperation—you don't know if it's to fight for or against something, but it leads you to pluck one of the notes from its place on the bed,

turn it over so you can't see the words,

and fucking shred it.

That night, as you lie amongst the torn pieces of paper, you can't help but feel like a sole survivor among a ruined city.

Step 2 is done.

3.) Find somebody else.

You have to admit, Step 3 was definitely a desperate plan B if nothing else worked, and, well...

Nothing else was working.

Your "sick" month had passed, and you were now three months into cold-turkeying Wukong. You were honestly surprised the Monkey King hadn't broken into your house yet, but based on some demon conflicts you'd seen on the news, you figured he was busy.

But that wasn't the problem. What was the problem was your crush hadn't waned in the slightest! In fact, your attempts to get rid of it had only made you want to run further into Wukong's arms, where you'd be drowned in the scent of peaches and flowers and the feeling of soft fur and a strong body against yours and—

Goddamnit!

Part of you felt... tired; sick of what you perceived as dramatic and begging for a break from the heartache. It whispered to you, questioning how good Wukong was to keep around if he would cut you loose just for a crush—even saying that it'd be good for you! Save you the trouble and put you on the path of healing before it got real bad... whatever that meant.

But the other half of you fought and it fought hard. You wanted Wukong, even if it meant you could only have him as a friend. He made you feel good and you'd die before giving that up—that was why you'd started this whole mess in the first place!

Besides. You were a mortal, temporary and simple. And adaptable and well-aged as he was, Wukong was still a several-millennium old god. Rules, unspoken or otherwise, were bound to look different for various relationships, and as far as you were concerned, falling head-over-heels, squealing-into-your-pillows and feet-kicking in love with one you called your best friend was written in big red letters right under no.

So you're here at a café (far away from Wukong's headquarters, you made sure), sitting across from... your date.

They're gorgeous. With fawn-colored skin, soft brown eyes, and blonde, orange dipped wavy hair, they make you think of summer, of singing birds and beach days and ice cream in the park. And they're sweet, easily cracking jokes with you and complimenting you without overwhelming you.

But they're not Wukong, and the way you remain acutely aware of that as you share sweet treats with them destroys any hope you had of growing out of this crush.

You're trying to think of ways to let them down gently when you hear the door chime go off. A new customer isn't earth-shattering (it's a public establishment, after all), but a chorus of sharp gasps and your date's frightened stare looking past you makes you turn.

And, god, you wish you hadn't.

Wukong walks into the café calmly, his face unreadable as he scans the booths. You're fairly certain you already know why he's here, but when his eyes meet yours you just know you're fucked.

The café owner bee-lines to Wukong. "G-Great Sage!" They greet, bowing low. "What brings you here?"

Wukong doesn't break eye contact with you. "Nothing to do with you," he answers smoothly before approaching you in long strides.

You can do nothing but watch as he approaches, pinning your tongue between your teeth as you hold the intensity of his stare. Your date, seemingly noticing the tension between you two, reaches out to grasp your hand, but you gently pull away with a shake of your head.

"I'm sorry," you whisper sincerely, sliding enough money for the meal towards them just before Wukong reaches your booth.

The monkey eyes your date, unblinking. If this was any other situation (one where you hadn't avoided him for three months), you'd give him a gentle kick to the leg or something so he'd knock it off. But the situation is too tense, his presence too damning, and you're grateful for the few seconds you get from out beneath the demon's fiery gaze.

"Peaches," he finally murmurs, just loud enough for you to hear. "We need to talk."

Fuck.

You get up without a word, placing your purse over your shoulder and heading towards the front door with your eyes on your feet. You can feel everyone's eyes on you—or rather, the two of you, as Wukong walks beside you until you reach the door, which he opens for you. Then he follows you out, staying just far enough behind you that he doesn't step on your heels.

Neither of you speak until you get to a bridge, void of people and surrounded by cherry blossom trees. Wukong stops beside you as you peer over the edge.

"Peaches," he says, his voice still soft. "What's going on?"

Fuck.

You immediately deflect. "How did you find me?"

You hear him suck in a breath.

"How?" You hiss out, glaring up at him.

He stares at you in silence for a moment, then turns on his phone. As he presses a button, your phone vibrates in your hand.

"You tracked my phone?" You ask, blinking owlishly.

"You weren't answering me," replies Wukong simply, pocketing his phone again.

Your face flushes in frustration. "I was out—"

"For three months?"

That makes you go silent. Your phone vibrates again, making the screen light up. You can see Wukong's name in your notifications, but you dare not look to see how many there are, lest it condemn you further.

"You know, I went to your house," Wukong carries on, his voice thickening. "All the stuff I got you is gone."

Fuck. Fuck, fuck.

"Yeah," you mumble, your gaze falling to the ground.

"Why? Did you not like it?"

You're torn between honesty and further denial. In the end, Wukong speaks before you can make a choice.

"You didn't throw out the notes."

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"It took—" his voice chokes out for a second. Your body tenses, your hands turning to white-knuckled fists at your sides. You don't look up. "It took a lot to put them together, surprisingly. Were really dedicated when you tore 'em up, huh?"

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Did you lie about being sick? Did you... were you just trying to get away from me?"

"It's not like that," you say, rushed, and you know as soon as the words leave your lips that you shouldn't have spoken.

"Then what is it like?" Wukong chokes out in a thick voice, but you still refuse to look him in the eye.

"I... needed alone time," you mumble.

"Why couldn't you say that?" Wukong replies, a bit of sharpness to his tone, and you can't help but feel like you've opened up the floodgates. "Do I make you feel so unsafe that you'll lie to get away from me?"

"Don't assume things about me," you snap hotly, your eyes flickering to his. They glow with a subtle red color, fixated on you, a testament to his growing emotion in the situation. But that's not what gets you.

It's the tears collecting in his eyes.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

"What else am I supposed to do?" He grits out. "You ignored me for three months. You didn't even text back to say if you were still sick, or if you just wanted me to stop contacting you—"

"Wukong, I—" you try, taking a step backward when the monkey flings his arms.

"And you didn't answer MK or Macaque, either!"

"Wukong—"

"You scared the shit out of me, peaches!"

"And I'm sorry for that," you bite out, managing to shut him up for a minute. You gulp, your grip on your purse tightening. "But I had... I have a problem I have to fix—"

"What is it? If you would just tell me I could help!" Wukong exclaims, reaching towards you.

"No!" You shout, twisting away from him. "You can't help, Wukong!"

"You don't know that!"

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

"I do! I do know that!"

"How?! How could—"

"BECAUSE HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU GONNA FIX ME LOVING YOU?"

Wukong falls silent. Still. Your hands slap over your mouth.

The two of you stand in silence for what feels like forever. The river feels deathly silent, and not even the wind blows. Finally, you remove your hands.

"I-I mean, I can fix it, don't worry," you say quickly, the words spilling from your lips like water. "T-These feelings are temporary, I promise. They're just, uh, a b-bit more stubborn than I was expecting, y-y'know? But they're nothing serious, I swear! I-I know I've been difficult these past few months, I know, I'm sorry, just, please, Wukong, don't leav—"

"They're what?" is all Wukong utters, his stare burning through you.

You startle for a second, hands dropping to your chest. "T-They're temporary," you repeat. "Not serious, I swear. Nothing has to change."

Wukong doesn't reply at first. Then:

"What if I want them to be serious?"

Your heart nearly stops in your chest at the force of your surprise. "What?" is all you can get out, staring owlishly at the demon.

"I said," he speaks slowly, stepping towards you. "What if I want them to be serious? To be permanent? What if I want you to be head over heels for me, hm?"

You shiver as he stands before you, hands ghosting over your hips.

"What if I want it all to change, peaches?"

Your heart thumps in your chest, your mind desperately trying to make sense of what he's saying.

Surely he's not... he doesn't mean...

"I don't understand," you whisper, your hands hesitantly pressing against his chest.

"Oh, peaches," he cooes softly, leaning in until his forehead rests against your's and all you can see are his eyes.

"Wu—"

"I love you, (name)."

Your breath catches in your throat, your mouth falling open in shock. Your entire body freezes, your thoughts halted as you process his words...

and then your heart soars.

"Me?" You crack out, a blush warming your skin exponentially. It's a bit overwhelming, the mix of love, surprise, and unfiltered relief. So much so that you can't stop the tears from building up in your eyes and slipping out as you stare up at him. "You love me?"

"Of course," Wukong says softly, his fingers reaching up to brush your tears away. "How couldn't I?"

A sob leaves your mouth at the question. "'C-Cause you're... I'm—"

"Simple?" Wukong ventures, frowning at your nod. He huffs, his thumbs stroking your cheeks. "Peaches, you are anything but simple. You're brilliant and talented and witty and a quick-learner. You keep me guessing even now, and I've been around for a while," he soothes sweetly, a breath of laughter to his voice.

You can't help but laugh a little with him, your heart swelling at his compliments. Your hands slide up his chest and his neck, feeling the soft fur slide through your fingers, and settle on his cheeks. You mirror him then, your thumbs petting his cheek bones and brushing away the wetness in his eyes. Another wave of fresh tears overcomes you when he leans into your hands.

"You're the closest thing to perfection I've ever seen," Wukong murmurs emotionally, one of his hands retracting to engulf one of your's. "You're my girl. My peach. My qíng rén."

A sob breaks free of your lips again as you pull Wukong against you, hiding your face in his chest as you cry. The Dragonhead curls around you, as if shielding you from the outside world, which you're thankful for.

Damn. All of this to find out the great Monkey King loves you back? You're not complaining, god no! Despite your tears, your heart is doing tricks, somersaults and great leaps and cartwheels. It's just...

You definitely have some communication skills to work on, you think.

That can wait, though, you think then, your crying finally tapering out. You manage to tilt your head enough to see Wukong's face, the demon smiling down sweetly at you. Your fingers fiddle with his tie for a moment before drifting upwards and holding his face again.

"Peaches," Wukong calls softly, holding your gaze. "What're you thinking?"

You pause before answering. "I... I want to kiss you," you admit, watching the monkey's face turn a red hue similar to your's. "Can I?"

His ears wiggle, his nose twitches, and then he nods, and you can feel his tail wagging by your legs.

The time for picking on his adorable monkey mannerisms will come later, because right now all you're focused on is bringing Wukong's lips to yours and finally knowing how it feels to kiss the Great Sage.

It's done at an awkward angle since Wukong didn't let you go, the both of you straining a bit to meet each other in the middle, and you break away fast, but it's perfect to you. Maybe not how you imagined a requited crush kiss going, but it's your greatest wish come true in spite of that.

"I love you," he breathes.

Your breath catches again, your heart still flipping ecstatically. "Say it again."

Wukong grins, fangs peeking out of his smile. "I love you, qíng rén."

As you bring the Dragonhead into another kiss, you think of one thing.

Maybe fairytales do exist after all.

❝ Good men die too, so I'd rather be with you .❞

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tinselxoxo26 · 2 years

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𝓐𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸 𝓸𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝐼𝑉

𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕀𝕀𝕀

[Note: this is for tropical astrology]

❈ Libra moon 🤝 relationship advice consultant, nahh fr they always ended up being a mediator in relationship problems like friendships or love at least once in their life. (I feel like this is a universal experience to all libra moons)

❈ Aries venus have a fear of commitment including friendships, even with an earth sun like a Taurus sun.

❈ Water sign in the 4th house cusp could indicate water themes with your childhood home or childhood in general. For example: you might've took swimming classes in your childhood, lived near a beach/lake/pond/pool, your relatives/siblings/yourself have an incident with things related to water etc.

❈ Mars square IC, I hope y'all are doing okay ❤️ We know that the IC represents childhood & square is not the best aspect to have. When it comes to Mars (aggressive planet) squaring the IC, this could indicate that in your childhood there could be incidents with physical aggressive behaviour with your family like fighting/arguing with your siblings. To the point where you might get scars/bruises from your family members.

❈ Mercury 10H, I'll tell you a little secret, they're everywhere (Snapchat, instagram, tiktok etc.) If you don't see them posting, chances are you're not in their close friend stories on insta. I swear they post everyday with multiple stories throughout the day even during exam seasons 💀. I ain't never seen them not posting. If you see their profile being organised & aesthetic, that's just an illusion hun. They probably have internal chaos on the inside. Their fashion choice *chef's kiss*, model material.

❈ 11H stelliums and their connections with ppl are no joke. They know ppl who are models, doctors, dentists to anyone who's well off. They might have free premium/membership cards or gifts received from those ppl.

❈ Something that I've noticed is that for those sagittarius placements whose grades aren't the best in their early years usually do well than their peers in highschool/University. Sagittarius is involved with higher education so that explains why.

❈ The planets/planet that has the 8H represents what physical problems you have with your body. For example sun 8H: scoliosis, mercury 8H: skin/indigestion problems, venus 8H: kidney problems.

❈ I've read that aquarius/11H placements especially stelliums can attract/attracted to ppl who might be well known in the future. This might be a theory but they might tend to attract 8H/scorpio placements or 2H/taurus placements (maybe even 10H/capricorn placements) cuz those signs deals with money & potential fame.

❈ Leo 4H cusp means that in their childhood they might be spoiled by their parents/caretaker, they might buy "royalty" things like fancy gifts/toys/clothing cuz leo is royalty. Their parents might've took a lot of pictures of them and they might act spoiled too as a child.

❈ Pisces/12H placements please stay away from alcohol, vapes, drugs, cigarettes especially pisces/12H stelliums. This might come naturally to you when you try it and you might get addicted to it.

❈ Cancer placements in personal planets 🤝 angry crier. It's a thing.

❈ Sagittarius placements/Jupiter dom might like the colour green. (idk maybe it's cuz the colour green is associated with luck???)

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Welp, this is going to be my final post to announce that I'm going on a small hiatus cuz I'm currently busy with schoolwork. I will come back eventually so dw. My astro asks are still open, I'll just be answering them after my hiatus is over. Goodbye for now 💓💞✨

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kentray · 1 year

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Juxtaposing arguments Roy/Keeley & Jack/Keeley

Ted Lasso does parallels extremely well using the mise en scène - the physical aspects - the position of actors, the lighting, the music, to parallel or juxtapose two similar situations, physically manifesting the emotional response expected from the scene.

The fight between Jack & Keeley in her house last week was such a parallel to the one Roy & Keeley had in S2E7 Headspace & it showed the difference in their relationships.

Other than when they are standing, I’ve noticed that Roy is often lower than Keeley. We see him kneeling before her several times in S2, for example.

In S2E7 where they fight, Roy comes into the room and sits on the floor beneath Keeley so that when Keeley erupts, she’s higher than him. In fact, she stands on the sofa so that physically she is still higher than him when they fight.

At the time, I thought this was a clever way to diffuse Roy’s physical dominance in an argument with her because Keeley is so petite. It would “calm” the audience so that even if Roy raised his voice, they wouldn’t worry for Keeley.

Now juxtaposition Keeley’s fight with Jack last week. It’s Keeley in the lower position on the couch. Jack is standing for almost the whole time until she sits and turns off the show Keeley was watching. Keeley is already feeling small because of her situation. Jack is wearing the colour red. She is aggressive and negative. (Note, it's not the only time that Jack is "above" Keeley in scenes.)

When Roy was upset in Headspace, he looked away from Keeley before he said, “F%ck this” - not “f%ck you”. His language to her has always been purposeful. He was angry and disparaged the situation, not her, before leaving.

Whereas Jack belittled her telling her what she did was a "porno” and maybe she shouldn’t have done it in the first place.

Another small parallel is that Keeley was watching Sex and the City in both instances. I don't know if the scenes were also parallels because I never watched the show. I'll leave that to experts :)

I don't think Jack will come back, but Roy did in that instance and came back in a way that Keeley's character needed. I have a whole other theory of why the bath scene is sooooo important to Keeley - but that's for another day. ;)

I've also found that Keeley's house has been lit darker this season overall as if to reflect her mood. I'm sure there are a million other parallels but these are the ones that jump out at me.

I would also say that Roy & Keeley's discussion in the parking lot was shot at an angle to again, ensure that Roy didn't loom largely over the petite Keeley. And in my heart? His question has to be a misdirect from the show. They've written Roy all season to be dark and for us to think he's a lost cause, so that when Jamie comes to her you think things might be rekindled. I don't think that's the case. I don't think it ever was.

I also refuse to believe Roy would ask that question at that moment unless it had a different meaning than the obvious one. As mentioned, Roy's language, his choice of words to Keeley has always been purposeful, and never disparaging. A question like that is too self-absorbed and would obviously hurt Keeley. I think Roy's redemption will begin in S3E9. If it's not, it's been character assassination for no real reason, and I just don't think that's the show's intention.

#roy x keeley #roy kent #keeley jones #roy kent keeley jones #keeley/roy #roy and keeley #keeley x roy #ted lasso #brett goldstein #roykeeley #reeley #roy & keeley #jack danvers #parallels #mise en scène #juxtaposition #camera angles

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rinbowaman · 11 months

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HHP Chapter 18 - MDNI18+

READ NOTES!

Okay so i know i say this all the time...but truly, this one is my favorite chapter....you'll see why. please excuse it not being proofread, we're visiting some family and friends so that's my excuse this time lol....

Text in purple are song lyrics. IDK why but every time i highlight song lyrics sometimes the color doesn't highlight the entire verbiage, just ignore that.

Warnings: Sensual smut, descriptive, unprotected sex, angst, fighting, arguing, controlling behavior, imbalance of power in a relationship, restricting freedom (towards reader), obsessive/controlling/possessive behavior (very yandere...ofc it's heethan).

So it is a REQUIREMENT that you read the smau "Netflix and Chill" (all three parts) before reading this. It will be better if you read the entire MGR arc, but if you dont feel like reading the whole thing, at least read the smau and the last few chapters of MGR (Chapter 9-12) bc this is heavily referenced with a timeline of events that occurred in those chapters...otherwise it's going to just confuse you. I'm linking the smau and the masterlist for MGR below, i would suggest reading the chapters first and then reading the smau.

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“Why can’t you just see from my perspective once in a while??”

“Don’t I?...why can’t you see mine? I care and love you too much…I’m the only one that loves you, and I’m the only one that will protect and take care of you.”

“But I’ll be with the others-“

“That’s enough.”

“No!”

Back and forth, you both had bickered nonstop. An argument caused by the event of you informing Heeseung that you wanted to join the girls on a road trip, but Heeseung’s schedule was too booked for him to attend, therefore, you weren’t able to go…at least he wouldn’t allow you to.

“You do realize that this is not typical human behavior in a relationship right?” you snarked out with your arms crossed, glaring at him with slightly glossed eyes as you reached a level of frustration from feeling restricted…like a child.

“I never said it was.” He responded back calmly….to calm.

“You can’t treat me this way! Its not fair Heeseung.”

“I never said I played fair either…” standing before you, he tilts his head back just slightly to peek his eyes from the shadow of his cap, opening them wide as he glares down at you from a staggering height. His iris shrinks up the wider he opens them. You couldn’t deny it, it terrified you, especially seeing that his Ethan side wasn’t present at all, yet he was already so mad….how would it have been if his aggressive side did come through?

Shaking your head in defeat, you turn around and walk over to the window and tried to compose yourself as you took deep breaths. Placing your hands on your waist, you tilt your head back to look up at the ceiling as you count silent numbers in your head.

‘1…..2…..3……4…..’

Feeling his hands reach around your waist, cupping your ribcage, he leans into your ear to gently whisper and kiss it. But you were far from wanting to feel him let alone seeing him.

“Stop!” you snapped as you peel his hands off.

“Don’t touch me right now, I want to be left alone.”

Snarking out a smirk out of amusement and irritation, he looks at the doorway before looking at you.

“You really don’t get it, do you? after all this time you treat the love I have for you as some sort of joke…” he responds.

“I do not! I just think you go overboard. It isn’t normal!” you spoke out, and in all honestly, you spoke out of anger. Generally, you didn’t mind Heeseung’s mannerism when it came to his level of obsession and possession over you, in fact, a lot of the time, you loved it. But at this moment, you were too angry to remind yourself of how much you deeply craved his unhealthy level of possessiveness over you.

“That’s what I mean…..i never said it was normal…in fact….it’s insane…I’M….insane….i’m insanely in love with you and I never claimed to be a man who loves you in any other aspect…yet you keep comparing my love for you to other people’s definition of love….it pisses me off.” His voice remained calm, yet you could tell by the influctuation of his tone, that he was getting quite mad towards your disregard of his love for you.

“I’ve loved other women in that normal aspect…..I’ve loved them in the way that you’re comparing me to right now…..and honestly, they deserved it. Because the type of love I have for you is unlike anything I’ve felt or displayed towards anyone….and here you are wanting something different. Why can’t you be more considerate and just accept it? Why can’t you maybe fucking return it back once in a while or show some type of love that goes beyond ‘normal’?”

His words hit you deeply. Snapping your frame around to face him, you glared at him as you spoke out in high tempo, with a level of anger that you hadn’t felt in a very long time.

“What are you talking about? I love you! I’ve always loved you!” you lashed out, restricting the volume of your voice from getting too loud, yet it was indeed rising.

“Nah y/n…..you only love when I was there for you…when I was there holding your hand and comforting you because of Samuel and that stupid email he sent. I’m talking about real love…something you don’t know nothing about…you have any idea how it feels to look at something and get a feeling that they are beyond your reach? Yet you know that they are yours…that they belong to you? You have any idea what it feels like to love someone from a distance and watch them love someone else? Hmm? Do you?...I’m willing to bet you don’t…”

He spoke out with a slight side smirk….acting as if he knew the answers in regards to love. Your heart sank….you knew it wasn’t entirely his fault..yet….

“Are you kidding me? Heeseung, you obviously have no idea what you’re talking about.” You flared your hands as they dropped back down in minor defeat as you nearly began to sob in full.

“How could he say that to me?.....Does he truly not know?.....”

Smirking at you once more, all at the sight of you with the tears beginning to stream down your face, his cold and heartless words came out once more.

“You don’t…..you don’t know what it was like to watch you….dedicate yourself to someone else…being committed…loving them and cherishing them….even though they didn’t return any of it…..yet you still were so tenacious with your love for them….and I had to watch it all…..” shifting his gaze to the window behind you, then right back into your eyes, he chuckles with a closed mouth.

“Maybe you do know of the love I’m talking about….now that I just broke it down….you displayed that love towards Samuel…..didn’t you?”

Your mouth slowly gasps open in despair.

“But you never did it for me…..only until he came out with the truth and betrayed you…..and when I took the opportunity to get you for myself…that’s when you decided to return the love I have for you. I’m happy….but I’ll never forget that pain of wondering how to get you……coming up with ways and thoughts to sabatoge your relationship with him…..coming up with ways to get you for myself….i planned…I coordinated….fortunately I didn’t have to do any of that….because it all worked out….yet you’re going to sit there and just think I’m crazy and not think about the fact that it’s all because of my desire to be with you that drives me crazy….y/n…”

You shook your head slightly out of anger….you didn’t prolong the conversation any further as you felt like nothing you could say or do would make a difference.

Turning away for the last time, you leaned against the window and stared outside, by now, the girls would have already packed and left for their trip…. without you. Even h/n was joining them.

“why…just why?.....”

Seeing that you were no longer going to lash out or come up with any other response, Heeseung merely turns and heads for the door. Softly, without turning, he starts off speaking by facing the door, before turning his head to face his side profile in your direction as he finishes his words.

“I’m going to be downstairs….so we can both cool off. Think about what I said…in the meantime, stay here.”

With that, he leaves and shuts the door behind, leaving you in the room to remain as he demanded. You knew better than to try and break his command, especially with him downstairs, but more so because in the past, every single time you had tried to walk out during a heated argument, he always caught you…sometimes even before you could reach for the door.

At least he was understanding to give you some space, yet it was always in a guarded room…his room. He never let you go out…not for a walk…not for some air….not for anything. He was too controlling and restricting….all because of his ‘love’ for you.

“Fucking bullshit…”

…………………………….

Arriving downstairs and into the kitchen, Heeseung was glad that the rest of his housemates all went out for the weekend. He hated arguing, yet hated it even more if others were overhearing it.

Pouring himself a small drink of a gentleman’s liquor, he walks back over to the living room. Staring up at the open railed corridor that led to his room, he stares at the door as he takes a sip out of his glass. Licking his lips and poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue, a calm yet pissed off expression on his face, he sits the drink down on the coffee table before laying on the sofa.

“Fucking Hell….I’ll fix her after we cool down for a bit….”

Laying down and shifting his frame to sink into the cushions, he pulls down his cap slightly and forces himself to nap.

Upstairs, you decided to do the same, seeing as there was absolutely nothing for you to really do, since your phone and his laptop were both downstairs. Taking advantage of everyone being gone since yesterday, you and Heeseung had the entire frat home to yourselves. Earlier when he was studying, you had made breakfast for you both. It was shortly after breakfast ended that the argument began, where you started to feel fed up and, mistakenly leaving your phone on the kitchen island, you walked upstairs out of haste. A moment later, he came up and found you sulking in the room as you sat on the edge of the bed with your arms crossed, your head turned away, and trying to avoid speaking to him at all costs since you were already reaching an anger pitch that was bringing the worst out of you. It all went downhill from that point on.

Laying on his bed, you shift over to your side as pieces of your hair drapes over your shoulder and cheek, while the rest grazes over the pillow in a waterfall effect. With the tear streams dried, yet still evident as they left their mark on your face, you drift off, subtly sobbing once more out of frustration, feeling hopeless and defeated.

The evening shadows of night arrived as the sky turned pitch dark. Waking up in the dark atmosphere of the living room, Heeseung gets up and stretches. Taking his glass over to the kitchen to wash it out, he sees the screen of your phone brightening up from notifications of a study group you have set for next week.

“We already spend so much time apart due to classes….how could she want to go away for the weekend….away from me? She knows better than to ask that.”

Taking your phone, he views the texts of the study group. Some of the peers were female…some were male.

“I hate that…”

Still feeling a bit distasteful from the heated argument earlier, and noticing how familiar the boys in the group text were addressing and directing their messages to you, Heeseung proceeds to go into your contacts and begins to erase all the male contacts off your phone….again.

It took you nearly two days to place all those numbers back in, thank God you have a recall roster saved in your notepad, otherwise it would have been painful to go up to everyone in class asking for their numbers. Last time, he even erased the female contacts, including H/N and the girls, all due to getting mad over the April Fools prank that they encouraged you to do.

Setting your phone back down on the countertop, he was about to walk away when another notification came in. It was from h/n sending a picture of her and the girls all arriving at the hotel.

“Wish you were here with us! Miss you!” the text read.

Scoffing, he slightly rolls his eyes.

“What the fuck-ever.”

He doesn’t deny that your friends care for you, but no one truly loves or misses you like he does. He knows that…if only you knew…if only you knew what it was like to yearn for someone so much.

Pouring himself another drink in a clean glass, he takes a sip as he browses through your phone, particularly the message between you and him. He needed to get into a better mood before confronting you again, so why not look at all the loving messages that transpired between you two?

It started to work, yet each time when he thought he was feeling better, the words he issued to you echoed in his brain. It made him think back to the moments where you weren’t his…back when you were in love with Samuel and Heesueng was continuing on his relationship with Vicky, all for the sake of using her as a means in getting closer to you.

“If only she knew…”

Perhaps it was a good idea just to leave you alone for the rest of the night, he was nowhere near a good or decent mood to talk with you. He was still so angry, and now that he was recalling his emotions before he had you, he was feeling a little emotionally frustrated. Exiting out of the chat between you and him, reaching up to click the phone screen off, something caught his eye. It was a recent text message that you had sent to yourself.

“Y/N ###”

“Huh….interesting.”

He scoffs internally as he clicked on the chat.

“Probably sent some mental notes or reminders to herself.”

He was right. All the recent and collection of texts to yourself were of reminders, notes, and scheduled group study dates that you had sent to yourself. Days, weeks, and months’ worth of them. He continues to scroll all the way up, until he reached the timeline before you two started dating, where he saw messages you sent reminding yourself to send Samuel some gifts or a text message wishing him luck on a scheduled football game at his college.

Regardless that these messages were sent way before you and he became an official pair, a couple and now, engaged, seeing the messages you sent yourself in regard to Samuel didn’t sit right with him. One by one, he begins to erase the reminders….when a particular series of messages caught his eye….noting the date and the time of each message, he pulls his own phone out and scrolls through the messages he had with you, back to the timeline that matched your self texts….. and there it was, with the date and time matching exactly with the texts you sent yourself, he finds out that the messages, were all submitted right after the discussion he had with you.

Viewing the messages all in order, he begins reading the conversation from start to finish.

It was all coming back to him...how Vicky was expressing her pity for you....because at the time, not that you weren't aware, but everyone had assumed that you were blind....they all felt sorry for you...thinking that you were in denial...that you were blindly loving a man that didn't love you back.

Not wanting you to be left alone, Vicky asked for Heeseung to check in on you. Reading the contents of her requesting message, he stumbled across a moment in time, where he had saw something within you that he has now completely forgotten, all since he had you in his life permanently....

………………….

"She did...she always had....somehow back then...I knew she was alot like me....she yearned for love...."

Continuing on, he reads the contents of the messages you and he both shared the next night...

His chest heaves, his breathing deepens when he lowers his phone and raises yours in his other hand, reading what you wrote….

“Sweet pea…tell me….what’s on your mind? “

“Hmm?”

“I know my girl, something is on our mind. Even though your mother and I just drove down here yesterday to see you for the weekend, I know when something is bothering my girl, come here, tell papa what you’re thinking about….is it about Samuel?”

“…..no…actually….Samuel and I…..I don’t know….I’ve reached out and have done all I can…but I think I lost him…..”

“And you still love him? Are you saddened by losing him?”

“No…..no not really….even though I’m still trying…I’m not in denial…I just….”

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying? What’s wrong y/n?”

“……I don’t even care if I lose Samuel…I just …I don’t know why I keep trying with him….i think it’s because…..there is a man…who I really…..i think….”

“……..do you love this man?...the one you’re talking about?”

“……………….yes………but I can’t have him….”

“why is that?”

“Because he’s my roommates boyfriend……and he’s a good man…..so he loves her dearly….although I’m not sure if she loves him back…..”

“…So you keep trying with Samuel to fill the emptiness of not having the love of the one you truly want?”

“………yes….”

“…..I see…….it’s alright y/n……everything happens for a reason…..”

“But…..does it have to hurt this bad?.....”

“It does……because it’s true love….”

“so just this once….would it be bad….would it be considered weak if I cried?......I don’t like it but…..would it be okay….to cry this one time……that wouldn’t change the fact that I’m trying to be strong?”

“no….it’s okay to cry….it’s always okay to cry……come here, come hug good ol’ pappy.”

“……I don’t want to hurt anymore…how do I make it stop?”

“You can’t…..when you truly love and yearn for someone….sometimes the only way we can relay or show them that we love them….sometimes the only way to truly love them….is from afar and through our tears……”

The weekend ended, and your parents made the 5 hour drive back to their home, leaving you to prepare for class the next morning. Doing your homework inside your room, Vicky walks in and catches your attention.

“Oh! Y/N! hey, in three weeks from now, don’t make any plans! We’re going to go to a party!”

“What party?”

“There is a newly formed frat that is throwing their welcoming party in three weeks, we’re all going, so make sure you don’t make any plans.” She smiles as she plops herself on your bed.

Chuckling, you nod.

“Okay…I’ll go.”

“Oh my gosh Y/n! You look so chic!”

“maaaaaan you are going to get some looks at this party.”

Walking with your arms looped with a fellow classmate, you and the girls all arrive at the party.

Settling in towards the back of the kitchen where the open bar was stationed, you stood off to the side as you engaged subtly in minor conversation with the girls. Vicky disappeared, and you’re certain she was with him.

Yet for a moment, you could have sworn your eyes deceived you when you saw him walking into the kitchen area, dressed casually yet somewhat fancier than his usual choice, however, his black cap remains as usual. Spotting you, he walks up and greets you as you wave and smile at him.

“Hi Ethan.”

“Y/n…..how have you been?”

“I’ve been good, how have you been doing? It’s been a while.”

Admiring you, you couldn’t see his eyes, yet he was grateful for he didn’t want you to notice how deeply he was studying your features. Reaching up with his hand, he makes a delicate closed fist and softly rests it against your cheek, using the extension of his thumb, he strokes a piece of hair that was subtly connected to the corner of your mouth. Tucking it behind another strand, he makes sure it stays in place so that he could keep admiring that face of yours….

The events of the night transpired and escalated the moment that Gabe and his friend displayed an assortment of verbal harassment towards you. Yet he was there to protect you…to save you…..to stand in between you and those terrible men…like always. The feeling rose back up again.

“……he does this…he always does this….but I can’t have him….i don’t belong to him…..”

Feeling a sense of hopelessness and the sadness of an unrequited love, you rush out. He takes notice, though him and everyone else assumed it was all due to being flushed from what you had just experienced with Gabe and his friend.

Walking back to your dorm, you received the notification that, for a moment in time, left a dent in your heart……Samuel’s email.

Making it back to your dorm, you held your sobs in until you reached your bed. Leaving your phone screen on, you fell into a symbolic state as you matched the room to reflect your emotions….all dark…with only just that little bit of light remaining…though it was barely there…..normally it was the other way around….yet….now you found yourself enveloped in the darkness that was eating you inside.

“……I want what she has so badly….but I can’t have him…..so I was willing to make it work with Samuel….i’ve tried….I’ve tried all this time…and I��ve tried so hard…..yet it was all for nothing…should I be surprised? When was the last time he contacted me? Aside from tonight with that email?.....God…I’m so desperate for the love and affection of him…that I put myself through pain and wasted affection for a man that had been lying and unfair to me for the last six months…….so now what?.....If I can’t even keep the love of someone who is unworthy……and I can’t have the love of someone who I’m more than willing to love in her place…….then who is there for me to love?.....”

Slowly, you hear the door open. Closing your eyes, you knew it was Vicky, yet you didn’t want to be approached, so you pretended to sleep. You hear her footsteps coming in closer to your bed.

“Please…Vicky…not now…..I can’t talk….just let me be alone for now….please.”

The footsteps stop right at the side of your bed. You hear her reach and grab your phone….

“Oh God…the email…..she’s going to read it….”

Seconds later, you hear the phone being placed back on your nightstand. Sitting on the edge of your bed, right beside you, you felt her hand……you smelled her scent…….you heard her breathing……

But it wasn’t her……

Opening your eyes upon recognizing the scent, the feel of his touch, and the steady faint tone in his breath, you look up and saw him…..looking at you compassionately. With a soft tone in his voice, he speaks…starting off the conversation in the night that led to the events that forever changed your life…..

“Who made you cry?”………

Placing the phones down, he leaves them in place as he starts to walk towards the stairway….

I fell by the way The reason you haven't heard from me

Just didn't want to tell you Or see me this way

Having fun with someone

With a soft hand on the rail, he trails up each step, calmly.

Circumstance, who would've guessed

Force my hand when I was homeless He just, he wouldn't understand

If you saw me Holding his hand

Breaching the door, he pauses as he stands on the other side.

I fell from your grace The reason you haven't seen me here

I just, I didn't want to tell you to your face But I left clues you couldn't refuse

Knob in his hand, he freezes for a second, before gently and quietly entering, noting the lack of sound and lighting.

Obvious, you're friends would see I knew you'd get the word eventually

There you were, soundly asleep on his bed…..and as always, you looked so damn beautiful….

I'd rather have them tell you It's just as well

The picture's gone

Walking over….stealth with soundless motion, he approaches the edge of the bed. Extending his hand out, he softly grazes his fingertips over the soft skin of your cheek. Coiling your hair around his fingers, he sits by your lying side, taking a moment to admire the face of the woman he loves….the one who unknowingly stole his heart…without even trying…

Hovering atop of you, he places his forearms on the bed, off to each side of your shifted face as he admires your side profile directly above. Resting a bit of his weight on your body, he feels you move from the sudden density that was placed on your body. Raising his hand, he moves the hair away from your cheek to full expose your profile, admiring it, he smiles softly.

Leaning in, he places a gentle and tender kiss against your cheek, trailing off to the side towards your ear before he softly breathes over your canal.

Reaching over to your breast, he pulls down the spaghetti straps of your form fitted summer dress. Placing a hand over one of your busty mounds, he caresses it while stroking his thumb over your nipple, all the while he softly licks and kisses your helix.

You moan out as you start to wake up from the slight pressure of his weight on your body, and the application of his affection on your skin.

“…hmm?...heeseung?” you softly speak out in a tiring voice.

“Shhh…come here….come here my pretty baby….”

His voice was just as soft, despite him being awake for a while now. Gently stroking his nose up and down your cheek, you shift your head to face forward towards his. You were tired and groggy, yet you were still slightly upset over the argument....until….

Propping up on his knees, he was still wearing his punk-rock attire, a zip up black hoodie that remained partially opened, paired with sporting wristbands, a pair of straight blue jeans, worn and slightly torn, a black tee displaying a rock band logo, with his black cap.

Grouping your legs together, he reaches under the hem of your mini dress and hooks his fingers under your panties, slowly and delicately sliding them off. The room was terribly dimmed with the lights being off and being nighttime, yet the glimpse of the glaring street light from across the street provided a delicate hue of illumination through the window, allowing you both to subtly make out the features of each other’s bodies and faces.

Looking up from your lying state, you watch as he gleams his eyesight from above, not at all smirking, yet he didn’t at all look angry either. He looked bewildered….as if it was the first time he saw you. With a look of extreme love and admiration, he makes direct eye contact with you with slightly wide eyes, his mouth just faintly parted open as he gulps a breath.

“Why is he looking at me that way?....Why is he doing this? Is he not mad anymore?.....”

I fell while you were away You leave a woman at home Anyone will tell you

She's gonna stray

Unsure of what was happening or why he was displaying himself as such, you gently placed your hands on his forearms, gently pushing them aside…or you tried to. He wouldn’t remove them, despite you trying to move them away. It wasn’t that you were still angry, but you weren’t in the mood to do what he was aiming to accomplish, considering that you felt he needed to….

“I’m sorry…..pretty baby……I’m sorry my girl…”

Shocked, you raised a brow and slightly widened your eyes as he softly spoke out his words. With your underwear completely off, the skirt of your dress rolled up while the neckline and straps are pulled down. The flimsy material grouped around your waist, he remains on propped knees as he unzips and feeds out his length. He felt too overwhelmed to even worry about undressing himself.

Tightening his grip on your waist, he takes his other hand and strokes his lengthy muscle, before pressing the tip up against the subtle slit in between your folds.

“Wh-Heeseung wait…” your chest raises as you were experiencing further shock from the sudden contact of him beginning to enter inside you, all the while you were still trying to process the surprising avenue of him apologizing.

He never apologizes…not for something so serious. Usually if it was something minor he would, or if it was something he sincerely felt at fault for, but when it came to his hold and possession over you, he never felt wrong for the way he displayed his love for you…unless he was apologizing for something else. The thought of him finding out your messages never crossed your mind, how would it?

With him slowly pressing in, you began to feel the pressure of the sting and the pain that transitioned beautifully into that pleasurable tingle, that knot that build’s up in your lower gut as it drives you to crave more.

Uncontrollably, your hands drop their grip on his forearms, yet remained resting on top of them.

“Ah! Oh my God….” You gasped out. The way he moved as he slid in, it was so passionate and deep. Rotating his hips, twisting, and turning with a harsh yet slow gyrating motion, he buries himself deeper as he bellows out inside you.

Once he felt that he broke through your walls perfectly, he begins to thrust…starting off slow….working his way up to a pace that caused you to, despite being in a lying state, bounce up and down against the mattress.

“I’m sorry baby…..i’m sorry…please forgive me….” He breathes out deeply in between each word, as they all came dragging out of his pursed lips in a slight moaning tone as he felt the intense pleasure of thrusting in and out of you.

“Oh! Oh God! He-Heeseung!” your body starts to shift as the pleasure was too much for you to take in at a standstill, yet he held your steady with one hand on your waist, the other looped around your thigh.

“I shouldn’t have said those things to you….”

He speeds up the pace of his thrusts.

“Please ignore everything I said to you earlier….”

With the tip hitting that spot, your eyes roll to the back of your head as your body begins to tremble.

“Ugh!......uuuuuuugh! He-Heeseung pl-please!”

“Forgive me for everything I said….I should have known better than to say those things to you.”

“Heeseung!”

“I’m so sorry……tell me you’ll forgive me.”

Increasing the pace once more, his movements become jolting as he breaches his own orgasm, all the while he keeps gasping out his words of apology while you suffer the intense pleasure of being fucked with such deep and wounding passion.

Your body vibrates as you feel the knot tightening to the point where it was going to snap itself undone.

“Hee-Heeseung! Ugh!” you gasp as you arch your back, choking out gasping moans as your hands fling and slap on the sides of the bed, you lost all control of yourself as your body reacts and does whatever it wants to on its own accord.

“Yeah baby….I’m sorry…..” with the last bit of his words, he tucks his chin in as he leans down, nearly falling on top of you, yet he catches himself so as to not place all of his weight on you so suddenly while you vibrate violently from the intense orgasm that he just gave you. He too, felt the intensity of pleasure as he cums inside you.

You scream out as you fling your hands around, your body twitching uncontrollably. Taking both your hands, he pins them above your head and keeps them there as he leans in and kisses you. You weren’t able to kiss him back as your body was issuing gasping moans from the effects of the sexual high, yet it didn’t’ matter, he continued massaging your mouth as you gasped out your screams, his grip on our wrists tightens as he maintains them to be pinned above your head.

At that moment, you didn’t care about the argument nor your feelings on the matter. He softly tells you that while he wasn’t sorry about restricting you from going, you weren’t surprised. You knew that he was never going to be sorry or change his perspective over having a hold on you. You knew the very moment he said he was sorry, that it wasn’t for not allowing you to leave….but then what was it for?

“You loved me….even before we came together….didn’t you?” he softly speaks into your mouth as each word comes in during his passionate kiss.

“What?....”

Propping his head up as he rests against his forearms, still pinning our wrists down, he looks down at you with a wide eye look of amusement and love…it was almost terrifying. Never have you seen anyone look at you the way he does….even without his Ethan side, when Heeseung felt the passion of your love and consideration returned, he developed a wide stare that displayed a hungry look of desire, lust, and love that made you question how anyone could look so…..

“Insane….”

Leaning in after he gives a soft closed smile, he whispers in our ear….

“Those messages you sent to yourself….nine months ago…” reaching up with his hand, he keeps his face still and remains in place next to your ear, while his fingers strokes your opposite cheek.

“When you were still with him….and I was still with her…..”

Your eyes widened as you immediately recall the messages he spoke of. Your breath released a deep and slow gasp.

“…..How?......How did you see those?”

“On your phone…..while I was downstairs…..”

With the tears building up in your eyes, you recall the pain you felt back then…back when you thought that you would never have the chance to belong to him...that his heart would forever be out of your reach....and you felt lost....the pain he spoke of earlier, that he experienced while loving you from afar.... yet had no idea.... that you were feeling it as well….

Yet....as fate would have it.....he came to you....

I confessed You know the rest Promises you never kept Where were you baby You overslept When you hear that prison bell, think of me You're not the only one

Your life forever changed.....and it all started with.....

"Who made you cry?"

Authors note: This song was playing when i drafted the scene where you got the email. The lyrics pretty much represent your heart and feelings towards Samuel. The beat of it and the melody fit well with the love scene, it's melodic and sensual, so i thought it was perfect for you and Heethan. <3

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worldgreatestarchersimp · 2 years

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Don't ever leave me again

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Jennifer Walters

Parring: Jennifer Walters x gn!reader

Summary: Jennifer tells after, she was away for a long time, that she turns now into a Hulk too.

Warnings: fluff, angst, mention of alcohol, argument

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Jennifer, your girlfriend and attorney colleague, was missing. You searched everywhere she could be and even went to the police, but nothing. You were worried. In your laywer career you and her made a lots of enemies. So you were scared that one of your enemies found her and kipnapped her. At night you couldn't sleep and you couldn't focus on your job. Which is why your cases are floating away. Wich is why you stayed more. But that didn't mean, that your apartment is clean. It looked more like there dropped a bomb.

Again it was night, your bestfriend tried to convince you to get up and get your life under control. But you said no and sat on your couch with a beer bottle. Maybe she left and don't want anything to do with you anymore. That thought was in your had all the. After a while you fell asleep.

"You can't leave, Jen. There is so much more you need to learn." "I know, but my lover is definitely worried. I left without a note or anything." Jennifer said as she jumped in the Hulk truck. "But Jen..." Bruce looked in his cousin eyes. He sigh. But let go. "Call me when somethings happened." "I will. Love you, Bruce" "Love you too. Tell Y/n I said hi" "I will. Bye" "Bye" With that Jennifer drove to yours really, really fast.

Jennifer came to your apartment at night. "Babe!" Jennifer called. But she didn't got any repost, so she went further into your apartment and shocked. On the floor laid laudry everywhere, the dishes from who knows when, the TV was still on, and you laid on the couch with a beer bottle in your hand. At first Jennifer took the beer out of your and sighed. She felt guilty. It was her fault. She was away without telling how long or why. The second thing she did carried you to your bedroom, what was suprisely very clean, compere to the other rooms.

After that dhe cleaned your apartment. Did the dishes, wash the laundry etc. When she was finished she went to the bed next to you and fall asleep with you in her arms.

In the morning you woke up in your bed with someones arms around you. You looked to your side and your girlfriend laid there without a scratch or anything else. At first you were happy, but then you got angry. She left, you were worried. You even almost lost your job because of her. You stand up, put your rope on and went to the kitchen and saw everything was cleaned. The living room also. You looked around as you felt two strong arms around your waist. "Good morning, baby" You pushed her arm aggressive away. "Don't baby me now. Where have you been the whole time! I almost lost my job and you come here like nothing happened!" You yelled with tears in your eyes. "I-I had to work things out and-" "What kind of things?! Maybe h-how to break up with me?" "No! Of course not. I love you. But an accident happened and somehow I have now Bruce blood in my blood and also turn into a Hulk." Jennifer rambled. "And I'm sorry that I couldn't call or anything. Bruce taught me kinda how to control my anger."

You looked softend and you hugged her. "I'm sorry. I just missed you so much" You whispers. "I missed you too." Both of you had tears now in your eyes. "We gonna work everything out, okay? About ny transforming and I make sure you get your job back like it used to be." "Yes! But now I wanna cuddle with my now strong supethero girlfriend."

#marvel x reader #she hulk x reader #jennifer walters x reader #jennifer walters imagine

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longing-for-rain · 4 months

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I'm sorry you got targeted by this stupid callout blog, and I don't know if this makes it better or worse, but I think this is really just someone angry at ships over the end of the day.

I noticed that your detailed response to that anon who turned out to be a (certain kataang shipper) crossing my dash a couple times last week so to me it is veeeery interesting how you just *happened* to have anti zutara people making callouts about you right after that, then the very next person baselessly called out was the *exact same* (certain kataang shipper). Then after that ai-fandom-police blog started it immediately turned into ship wars. It could not be more obvious what the true motivations behind these callouts were.

Anyway I am sorry someone was so angry at you for *checks notes* responding to an anon ask with your opinion about a fictional character that they behaved this way. I don't even know why I still use this toxic ass site, people here have completely lost sight of priorities.

Yeah… that checks out. It was pretty obvious to me from the start that at the very least the anons were motivated by ship wars but I hadn’t made the connection between my post circulating again and the first callout post. That’s… interesting.

That user actually sent me DMs threatening me that they were going to post a callout beforehand and demanded I change my blog description. The whole interaction was just weird. It seemed liked a power trip more than anything else and I have no doubt they would have just posted it anyway if I made the honestly very minor changes they expected.

They also said weird stuff about how their friends were talking about me and randomly called me my deadname as some kind of attempt at an intimidation tactic because apparently an “anon” told them my deadname. Idk if I believe that but. Just weird behavior. I don’t really know that corner of the fandom but who knows, maybe they were friends with one of the kataang shippers who undoubtedly went and cried to their friends about how mean I am for responding to aggressive messages that they sent me about my opinions on fictional characters.

I really don’t take any of it too seriously though because at the end of the day, in fandom, it really all comes down to ship wars. People throw real world issues behind it to prop themselves up but it’s painfully transparent. I’ve been called racist and misogynistic for liking certain ships. I’ve been called homophobic for not liking other ships. I’ve been accused of being a predator over ships. I’ve seen people bring in actual historical tragedies and deeply traumatic current events in the name of ship wars. So it’s really not surprising AI discourse is also getting tossed into this trash heap since that’s become a hot topic in recent times. It’s just as meaningless as the previous accusations to me. In spaces like this, it all ultimately comes down to ship wars and it’s pretty pathetic.

Or I mean, idk. Maybe that person just felt so humiliated by that post they felt the need to get back at me somehow. I guess that must have burned pretty bad lmao.

#fandom toxicity #atla #anti kataang #ask #anon #ai discourse

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holocene-sims · 2 years

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next // previous

may 28, 2021 2:30 p.m. newcrest counseling center

(tw for violence mention)

[grant] i guess, um...on a related note…

[margot] yes! what are you thinking?

[grant] every time i've talked to her since the night she first told me about all this has been a disaster. we’ve tried talking about it or just talking to each other and...it’s a hot mess.

[margot] in what way?

[grant] just the way she treats me. i already mentioned it earlier but she got mad when i expressed being upset after she broke the news to me. since then, it’s like she’s chasing me around trying to catch me in a conversation to force me to change my mind about things. she's very aggressive about it and acts like she wants me to just gloss over everything and forget it all happened.

[margot] what happened the first time when you were expressing your feelings?

[grant] i don't want to relive the whole thing but let's just say that i told her i was not happy with her and couldn't believe what she did. then i asked if i could leave to be alone for a while and she got, like, outrageously angry.

[grant] and then she, um...she hit me.

[margot] she assaulted you?

[grant] yes.

[grant] she apologized later. and i guess she seemed upset with herself over it. i don’t remember. i blocked it out. a lot of it. i remember everything up to her hitting me and then everything is super fuzzy after that.

[grant] but an apology isn’t really enough. like no, you hit me. and not only did you hit me but you did that totally with the full knowledge that i was physically abused as a child. that shit was targeted. she knew it would freak me out! sorry doesn’t cut it, even if she did feel bad, and it doesn't even matter because her apology was still, you know, like she was trying to convince me to forget it. you know, there’s a reason i refused to break up with her until it got to be too much. i was afraid of her.

[grant] but that’s a different thing. i stood up myself in the end so whatever. i brought this up because i don’t know, i guess because i feel like i didn't get any decent answers out of her ever but i'm also really not sure why she’s acting like this. i've never seen her like this at all. she can be mean but not like this. this is different. i don't understand the cheating and i don't understand all this.

[margot] i think you may have answered your own question.

[margot] it’s very possible she’s actually upset with herself about the cheating and is lashing out to protect herself. and maybe she’s also desperately trying to save the relationship, even if her approach is deeply disturbing. but no matter what her reasoning is, it will never excuse her behavior and i'm horrified to hear she resorted to physical violence. that’s terrible and i am so sorry you experienced that.

[margot] is she still living with you? because–

[grant] i don’t think she’d do it again, if you’re worried about my safety. i really don’t. she’s done some crazy stuff recently but i just can’t see her doing that a second time. she won’t do it after i stood up to her. i know she acted that way because she knows i'm a pushover and she guessed she could get her way with me. i think i proved her wrong.

[grant] but for now, she is still at the house. she said she’d be gone in a few weeks once she got things taken care of. i know if i told like 99% of my friends and family that i didn’t kick her out, they’d think i was delusional, but i'm just not that kind of person. maybe that’s me being a literal doormat in the end anyway but i don’t know. it would be cruel to do that. so what if she’s treated me like shit the last two weeks? i'm not going to stoop to the same level or act like her or whatever. i'm not going to throw her out of the house when she doesn’t have anywhere to go and kind of doesn’t know a single person here in the state of michigan who isn’t my relative or my friend. her people are in another country. she’d be homeless or in a hotel and that’s…

[grant] you know, i still love her. that’s probably obvious. i do love her. i love her enough that i'm completely heartbroken over our relationship even though she’s done everything in the world to run me off. she fucked me over, ruined our relationship all by herself...but i still love her. i didn’t propose to her for nothing. i didn’t get excited about our future and about moving in together for nothing. loving her was something i wanted. and i know enough about her to believe she’s not an evil person. i have zero empathy for my mom but i have it for päivi because i know what the better side of her is like. i also think this version of her right now isn’t her at all. i don’t know what it is but it isn’t her. and, um, sue me, i guess, but i'm not trying to give people a real taste of their own medicine. i want her out of my life immediately so i can heal and move on with life the best i can but i don’t want to ruin her life or hurt her.

[grant] and i'm sure this sounds like i'm completely spineless and a raging idiot and you’d probably disagree with me for saying all this but this is what me making my own decisions looks like. i do want her gone. i will never forgive her. i'm not making excuses for her or letting her get away with cheating and mistreatment. i'm still afraid of her and i don't even know if i can explain how much it hurts to have been betrayed like this. but for my own sake, i'm being as cordial as possible. i don’t want to see her, i don’t want to talk to her, but yelling at her and cutting her out was enough. it doesn’t bring me any joy to lash out at her or get revenge. i just want this to end.

#ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #sims 4 story #ts4 screenshots #simblr #hlcn: everything the stars promised #disclaimer: domestic violence in any format is BAD and i am pro punching people who punch you #disclaimer 2: this is very much fictional and grant's decisions are not meant to be reflective of best practice #holocene.docx #holocene.png #hlcn: margot #hlcn: grant

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Some thoughts about the special i have never wrote down before i forget:

• i really appreciate the background? There was a shot of another classroom and it really stuck with me because i think this is one of the few if not only other time we see another classroom?

Idk it was a rare sight and it was cool

• Stan's plot. Omg my little poor babyboy Stanley, i loved him in this ep and how incredibly in-character he was, yes, he more than other characters would be hurt by forced loneliness and try to masquarede it projecting it on the ones he considers "weak" (like Butters) before admitting he was the weak one all along, he is scared of change and wants everything to return as it was when he was happier, Peak Stan Marsh Storyline

• I guess this is a minor complain but I really disliked that Kyle didn't hug him when Stan was crying, c'mon Kyle, your SBF has expressed his own deepest pain with more honesty than ever before and you don't even hug him? Is this really the moment of social distancing?

I get that Kyle kinda... didn't do anything here lbr but him doing nothing is worse than being mean to me, Cartman didn't hug him either but at least he was moved enough by his tears to do SOMETHING at least, which leads to...

• Cartman and Randy, specifically them having really similar character arcs, starting as just serving their selfish interests until they realize other people shouldn't suffer for their wishes, with Cartman actually being the more sympathetic out the two, and as we know... this will become a recurring trend for these specials... for the better or worse

Of course both of their attempts are destroyed by Garrison, a really interesting choice tbh, Garrison is very similar to both of them too, but leaning towards Cartman's explicitly ruthless and delusional side while Randy is more.... grounded i guess?

• I have talked about Randy and Jimbo not being siblings anymore, but in this special it makes sense why, Randy is suddently very cruel towards Jimbo, it's like the show forgot they are friends, it would be pretty weird even for Randy to use his brother as guinea pig for his weed covid vaccine; and also cuz, y'know he's trying to make him smoke his cum but whatever

• Nothing to say about her but I liked Sharon in this ep, i'm hust confused if the ending implies she is lying to Randy about smoking weed?

• Stephen and Butters... i really like how pissed off they were all lmao, it's one of those eps that really reminds you they are father and son

Butters is pretty interesting bc... despite the plot revolving around him he doesn't do a lot in this special, he is mostly there to give voice to the audience and complain on how incompetent everyone is, i'm pretty sure in the italian version Butters is the only kid to swear trought the entire to show, not Cartman, not Kenny, BUTTERS.

I think both Stan and the show kinda want to play with your expectations, Stan is right saying that the pandemic is hurting people who cracks down as easily as Butters, but he is not suffering the way he is, Butters is just angry, angry because he keeps being lied to and get denied of the things he thinks he rightfully should have, again a very Butters-like plot

But while everyone is suffering from isolation and the world failing on you and you failing the world as well, this pain is really mostly about Stan, Butters wishing for a bear is pretty cute tho and i hope they got him one later one 👍

Stephen also only appears in minor scenes but I kinda loved him? This is maybe the more openly aggressive he has ever been, there is no moment he isn't repling badly to someone, it's like he's having an even shittier week than the usual, love when in the chatroom scene he suddently calls out Thomas out nowhere because he doesn't want Butters to be near to Craig, which funny enough happens right in the next scene, he does actually knows his sons after all

Also minor note but. Why was Tweek's mom was spying Wendy's mom in the dressing room What was that

And the scene in the town where he just punches and knocks down Wendy's mom out the blue?? Causing the entire town to fight eachother??? He was NOT having him that day, do not cross roads with Stephen Stotch when his son is upsetting him if you don't want trouble lmao

#my post #paramount+ specials reviews #new tags ig?

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athyathye · 3 years

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Hi author, how r u? you good 🤧 Anyways!! Could i request a head canon for Angry, Draken, Mitsuya with a Hori Kyoko fem reader! So basically-- She has a younger brother, she's a sadist/masochist, has a dad who likes the boys better [in a joking way ofc] and a mom who really cares for the boys, also the reader has a female classmate or friend who's crushing on her, etc. I hope this okay!! lolol 💕🥰

Hori! reader

Author's note 📝: I'm great! A little drained from my exams but still fine! How are you? Hope you like this anon~ Take care and stay safe!!!

Warnings ⚠️: Profanities, a sprinkle of violence but nothing too serious, at least not in my opinion. You guys know how much of a masochist and a sadist Hori is.

(Angry, Draken and Mitsuya)

Angry :

❥ “Is it just me? Or is Angry a little too…..rough?” The boys of Toman watched as your boyfriend dragged you around, the permanent scowl on his face looking more and more forced judging by the pink tint on his cheeks. Although they didn’t think that.

❥ “What do you mean?” Smiley asked Draken, of course being the older brother, he has to keep Angry in check. But he knew his younger brother better than anyone, meaning he knew Angry would never resort to those kinds of tendencies.

❥ “Doncha’ think he’s bein’ too aggressive with y/n?” This time it was Baji who had asked, turning towards Smiley who now had a neutral expression on his face. “You’re probably just seeing things wrong.”

❥ They left the conversation at that, surely Angry wouldn’t be that type of man. Of course he wasn’t. Right?

❥ “Souya! You’d better be more careful with your-” “Shut the hell up b*tch. Stay quiet for once!” Angry snarled at you, which made Smiley who was right behind him choke on the water he was drinking, splashing it all over Takemitchy who was right beside him.

❥ “Move.” He pushed you aside with no remorse...In Takemitchy’s opinion. Both boys who were watching the scene stood quiet before Smiley called out to you, “Y/n-san-” “Smiley, Leave her be. Let’s go”

❥ Takemitchy and Smiley glanced at each other in bewilderment, wondering if what they saw just happened. “S-smiley-kun….” “They must have fought, right? That’s why he’s being like this...Yeah that’s it.” Poor older brother Smiley can’t seem to think of his sweet little brother like that. It looked like his soul left his body as he followed after Angry.

❥ Takemitchy glanced back to you, your back seeming extremely small for him as he shook his head a few times. ‘If it was hina…’ He thought before he imagined his significant other beating him up with a shovel, causing him to shiver.

❥ Now maybe Smiley was just in denial, but sometimes he could see Angry pacing around like he was doing something extremely illegal, not to mention the fact that he always seemed to never be home anymore.

❥ He was talking about this with Draken and Mitsuya before they heard a commotion in the west part of where they were headed.

❥ “Oh hey! Remember that-” Angry’s hand pushed your forehead back. “Who the hell do you think you’re frickin’ talkin’ to airhead? Stop acting like we’re buddy buddy and shut the hell up!!” he held you by your collar before he felt a presence behind him which caused him to turn around with that same murderous glint he had on his face.

❥ “ANGRY WHAT THE ABSOLUTE F*CK!??!” "BRO GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER!” “SERIOUSLY WHAT THE HELL-” The enraged shouts of his friends were loud and impatient, Smiley taking the initiative to tackle him down while Mitsuya Grabbed your arm, forcing you away from them.

❥ “Y/n-san! Are you o- Why the hell were you smiling like that?" “BRO! I THOUGHT YOU KNEW BETTER!!! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?” Smiley’s outburst caused the numerous people present to glance at you guys.

❥ “Ahhh. I’ve really had enough of this!!” Angry frustratedly said, his arms covering his face to hide his very pitiful expression. He broke free from his brother’s grip, before he pulled on your wrist, catching the already shaken Mitsuya, to get caught off guard more. “Hey-”

❥ “Move your ass y/n! I’m going now! I can’t really explain but this isn’t anything sexual, got it?!” He screamed, one of his hands still covering most of his face.

❥ “Sexual? Did he just say sexual-”

Draken :

❥ You were the jealous type no doubt, the girlfriend who had some sort of unresolved abandonment issues or high walls and expectations that caused you to always fret over your boyfriend.

❥ And though it sometimes annoyed Draken, it definitely buttered up his ego- It entertained the gang so much they called you ‘The goddess of jealousy’

❥ All in good fun though, the other members would tease you by wrapping themselves around Draken, Mikey being the most menacing.

❥ “Hey you!!! Don’t go stealing Draken away from me, Sano!!!” you shook his entire body, causing Draken to look away with a sweatdrop and the others to pretend like they weren’t looking at the scene.

❥ Mikey looked just about ready to barf before you let him down. “You’re so weird! You’re always clinging to him and stuff!!!” you screamed at him, but Mikey being the little tease he is, “He’s OUR boyfriend now-”

❥ He landed a trip to the clinic just for that one, getting knocked out for at least a day before he decided to never mess with you again.

❥ Though, looks like this time the situation was reversed. “Hey uhh- could you do something about her?” You asked with a sweatdrop, the girl hugging you too tightly for your comfort

❥ “...Hey. Let go-” “Shut it you no-good punk.” “Huh? Whaddya’ say?” “a punk.”

❥ Draken grabbed your shoulder, pulling you near him before the girl grabbed you back, proceeding into a tug of war with you being the damn rope.

❥ “Oi! If you were a guy i would’a punched you right here and now!” “Do I look like I care, you hoodlum!? Why’d y/n-san even like you!?” They butt each other in the head, seeming like they were competing in who had the more threatening face before he turned towards you.

❥ Grabbing you by the wrist as he made you look at him “Get to school.” He plainly said, looking like he was just about to explode. “Hey-” “Listen to your boyfriend.” His pupils shook very harshly, making you feel a bit unsettled but very aroused-

❥ “S-sure” was the only answer you could muster before he pushed you to the exit.

Mitsuya :

❥ No, because you guys would make great parents. Like literally the best-

❥ Anyways, looks like Mitsuya gained another sibling, 1 child…..and 1 more manchild.

❥ Not that he minded though, your brother would sometimes take after you, in a way that he’d get violent if ever he was wronged, so he got another helper in taking care of his sisters.

❥ But your father….Well let’s just say he scared the hell out of Mitsuya at first.

❥ “Woah what’s that?” He asked, pointing to Mitsuya as if he was an object. What scared Mitsuya was the fact that your father looked like someone who’d literally beat the hell out of people who had done him wrong. Or someone like Baji who’d blow cars up for fun-

❥ “Those piercings are sick. Did you do them yourself?” “Y-yes.” Mitsuya said uncomfortably, for a big man he sure was touchy. Don’t tell anyone but he’s almost trembling from the non-existent pressure your dad had been giving him.

❥ Though, all of his nervousness subsided once you had come back. Kicking your father in the head. Yeah, that didn’t last for long as your father had busted out a “You can’t have my daughter.”

❥ Mitsuya looked taken aback, but not too surprised, he readied himself for that one. After all, nobody had a positive look on gangsters like him, but he was serious about you. So mans was about to drop a bomb on how well he would treat and take care of you.

❥ That was until, “Just kidding! Man, I always wanted to say that.” Mitsuya sighed in relief, your father had been too playful for his liking, he knew for a fact your dad would make him have a heart attack some time.

❥ Your little brother was cute though, he found it refreshing to finally have a cute little boy running around for him. Now don’t get him wrong, he loved his siblings. It was just nice having a little brother, one that was innocent. Poor Hakkai got replaced-

❥ Anyways there was a time where Souta (your lil bro) had coincidentally bumped into Toman...beating some people up.

❥ “S-souta- This! This isn’t what it looks like!” One thing Mitsuya hated the most was becoming a bad influence to people around him.

❥ “Ah! Onii-chan Sorry! I thought I saw you with a blonde girl earlier! My sister’s really really mad! Don’t come to my house yet!” Souta begged with tears forming in his eyes.

❥ “...Eh?” “Rip Mitsuya.” “Accepting applications for the new 2nd division captain-” “Shut the hell up.”

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #angry x reader #souya kawata x reader #draken x reader #ryuuguji ken x reader #mitsuya x reader #mitsuya takashi x reader

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i-need-air · 3 years

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Hybrid!AU Wolf!Bakugou Katsuki HCs Part 2.

Summary: Part 2 is here! While in part 1 it was mostly adoption and how he'd behave with you as a roommate, part two is him ✨ realizing things ✨ followed by how he'd be in a romantic relationship.

Word Count: 2k words [ oops, I did it again ]

Notes: So I said it'll be out in a few days but three [3] people asked me for part 2 and I'm a sucker soooooooo!! I could've just written a long ass fic but whatever, I thought I'd make it shorter in headcanons... hah lol right. Enjoy!

Part 1 here!

× he's a wild wolf so he's very active; like you need to understand he needs to go outside if not he'd get impatient, more aggressive, snappy, so once you took him on an easy hiking trail near your house and he loved it so once or twice a month you both go together to different places [ he demands it ]

× it's hard to keep up with him bc he's literally genetically engineered to be better than any very fit human being but he slows down for you

× morning runs at 5 a.m. bc he's insane

× is also a grandpa

× watched all documentaries on any streaming platform you could provide to him, also loves reading

× as months pass and you start to have your routine in order, word comes to you that an acquaintance is looking for a security guard at his mechanical shop two streets away from your house

× you casually mentioned it to Bakugou because he was starting to act anxious whenever you'd leave the house, so you assumed he was extra bored

× seriously, the house was spotlessly cleaned, he cooked amazingly and was occupied with your old laptop and going around the city to explore, but you guessed he wanted more independence?

× little did you know you were right but so wrong lol

× so Bakugou stared at you intensely and asked "Where?"

× it was as easy as telling him the location, him nodding and you thought he'd consider it; you didn't put any pressure on him because he already did so much to help around anyway

× well guess what bitch, next day he comes up to you saying you gotta co-sign his contract [cuz fuck society] meaning he got the job

× he was perfect for it because tall, intimidating, muscular wolf guy? who'd even mess with him? do they have a death wish?

× well, even before this he started to be... soft

× but once you really did show him you support whatever he wants to do, you give him his freedom and liberty of choice, he just reaaally changes, man

× he gets touchy, like his hands stay one second longer on your skin, he uses any excuse to have them on you, even his eyes follow you everywhere

× like c'mon, it's obvious but you didn't wanna put too much thought into it because we're respectful here

× not like you had a big fat crush on him and slowly started to realize it too

× sike bitch he knows

× you think his super-hearing didn't catch the way your heartbeat spikes up every single time he touches you? *please*

× i think he knows before you know

× meanwhile he is working to discover his feelings too

× so your relationship slowly turns into a couple's like relationship but without anything official and of course no kissing or such [ sadly ]

× would get jealous easily

× basically because nothing is talked between you two and deep down is insecure

× why the hell do you smell like other people? was it just a hug or something else? hell, why would you even hug people when he's right there??? just ask and don't touch some extras????

× another thing he does is getting very close to you while you talk to somebody else; scoffs and glares at them too

× ok so!! gifts! he really appreciates any gift you give him but scolds you if you do because you genuinely don't need to do that

× of course he just scolds you and calls you an idiot so I do hope you already learned his language

× it basically means that you shouldn't have done it, he's really grateful but seriously you shouldn't have

× like that one time you saved up money to get him a good computer and he forgot how to speak for like an hour

× the softest thank you ever afterwards

× still sounded rough but he was shocked as fuck

× one thing that remained in your brain were his friends, as sometimes he'd mention them

× so you took it upon yourself to find them, of course with his permission

× gets genuinely overwhelmed and plays it off saying he wouldn't mind knowing where those idiots ended but you didn't miss the way his voice trembled

× for you to find them you needed names and any information he could provide so that's when he, after a long silence and a mesmerized look on his face, started really talking about his life

× which was fucked; won't get much into detail but he was indeed in a fighting ring, people came and bet on whoever was stronger, he even had to fight his friends, everything was filled with abuse and their conditions were subhuman...

× just overall awful

× you couldn't help but hug him tight, feeling him shake in your arms

× with a hesitant voice he asked if you really did think there was a chance to find them

× just couldn't believe how amazing he felt in your arms

× or how your determination that night made his heart clench and took a big weight off his shoulders

× anywho;;;; after his first paycheck he takes you out on cute dates

× never calls them that, just demands you dress up [helps you out cuz boy got style] and takes you to a nice coffee shop or something

× AND on your fifth not date cuz you're not official but there's this weird tension between you date he finally kinda s n a p s

× you honestly didn't expect the waiter to flirt with you, he came out as very pushy and even if you were a lil uncomfortable you smiled and brushed it off

× when the waiter suggested giving you his number the sandy blond hybrid growled

× which i shit you not made the whole coffee shop freeze

× and you froze too

× but neither of you could say anything because the oblivious fuck kept talking

× basically joking about how you should keep your pet in a leash, to which you got up, threw some money on the table, grabbed Bakugou by the hand and leave before he'd rip someone's head off

× it only took you to touch Bakugou's arm to calm him down as he followed behind you wordlessly

× so you stood outside, angry, deep red eyes on your figure

× and silence

× his hand still in yours

× it was warm and amazing and you felt angry but your heart was beating loudly; angry at the waiter that you wanted to go full Karen on and get fired but excited because that growl shook you to the core, as if you could tell it was territorial and it was because of that pig flirting with you and did Bakugou Katsuki just lace his fingers with you?!

× "Oi." he interrupted your thoughts

× he turned your frame towards him and pulled you [kinda harshly] into him

× you'd make a comment about it but brain empty, just Bakugou Katsuki blushing

× "You're mine, you get it?"

× skdjflglykshs

× it sounded like he asked but it was a demand so oops you're his now ok bye

× like I said, boy isn't dumb so he lowkey knew you felt something too

× legit from there on he's just soft as fuck

× has a hard time opening up but visibly tries for you

× still continues to be a pain in the ass, Bakugou Style, but with a loving teasing attitude behind it

× his eyes give him away all the time

× they shine whenever you're in his field of view so congrats because, and this is the best part:

× WOLVES MATE FOREVER 💕💓💞💗💝💟

× oh yeah, he's yours, no takebacks

× he isn't one to half-ass the relationship; you're his now and he'll do anything for you

× big time touch starved it hurts

× because he is shy

× so whenever you introduce him to hand holding and cuddles, he can't get enough

× not big on PDA [ and not recommended since human-hybrid relationships are kiiiinda frowned upon but it's getting better ]

× although at home it's another deal

× seriously cuddle him; he's big into the protector vibe so he's a big spoon almost exclusively unless it's to sleep on top of you

× speaking of! accept that even if your relationship isn't that intimate, he'd still hint about sleeping together in the same bed

× so you better catch on when he does because he'll just click his tongue and call you needy

× while dragging you to bed

× sleeps holding you, his nose in your hair or in the crook of your neck

× unless it's summer then stay on your side 💅

× you know those kisses that just scream "I can't get enough of you"? that's his whole kissing vibe in a sentence

× hell, even the gentlest kiss gives that vibe away and it'll 100% leave you breathless

× doesn't have experience but is a very fast learner

× pays very close attention to your body language

× really into biting your skin enough to leave marks

× wear his hoodies

× no, I'm fucking serious, wear them now

× his chest puffs and he turns into a blushing mess when you do it the first times because his scent is on you

× scenting is a big thing for him so of course he's gonna love it

× 10x more territorial because now he has a mate to protect

× jealous but trusts you

× still very jealous though

× let's all pretend he is definitely not scenting you before you go out because it's in his nature and it is embarrassing

× the first time he tells you he loves you it's when he's feeling vulnerable

× the search for his friends is still on-going, he feels less than adequate as a providing mate, is pissed at the world for treating him like an inferior animal when they created him, everything is piled on his shoulders and whenever than happens he closes off

× you notice immediately

× will not tell you at first

× it's only when you go to bed and he turns his back to you when you really know it's bad

× even if you fought before, he'd angrily snuggle you at night-time

× now it's so different

× hug him, whisper sweet nothings in his ear, pull a blanket all over you both and big spoon him, he'd start shaking and talking in no time

× will hide his tears from you but you'd know

× "You're the best fucking thing that happened to me, [Y/N]... I—... Shit... I love you so much."

× neither of you slept that night

× excuse you? drink some water and pray to jesus;;; you talked about feelings, ok? communication is key in a relationship, puh-lease

× [ i have this whole nsfw hcs post already cookin in my brain so maybe I'll make it happen cuz y'all know he has a mating season and all that comes with it 👀 ]

× back to being children of jesus here

× thanks the moon, the heavens and all the gods for putting you in his life; boy didn't believe in destiny but deep down he thinks you were meant to be

× you still better wash the dishes or you'll get your ass kicked.

Extra:

× you did find some of his friends, little by little, and even if he acted nonchalant, like k das cool, it was obvious he was extremely happy

× so they did get adopted too

× you got in contact with them on social media and they were all very excited about meeting

× so it was a chaotic meeting with a dog hybrid called Kirishima and a mouse like vibrat yellow guy called Kaminari

× they all were looking for Bakugou too since they were very worried about where he ended

× Kirishima shed manly tears when seeing Bakugou

× as they instantly welcomed you in their small group, they informed you both that the majority of the squad was adopted and they're in contact, while they're still actively looking for the others

× cue to the softest expression you've seen on Bakugou in public followed by "That's good"

× silence

× shock and silence

× Kaminari turning to you and whispering "You did this" with a hand on his heart, lips trembling as he wiped an imaginary tear

× insert instantly snappy Bakugou

× when everyone laughed and continued to make plans to meet up with the others, he just looked at you conversing with them, soft expression again on his features and his chest warming

× "Oh! Look, he's doing it again! Quick, take a pictur—"

× "SHINE!"

#bakugou katsuki x reader #noirewrites #hybrid!bakugou #hybrid!au #bakugou x reader #bakugou headcanons #bnha x reader

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yoonpobs · 3 years

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bad boy good thing xi.

pairing: jeon jungkook x oc

genre: angst, smut, fluff, miscommunication (we hate her lol), pining

warnings: smut, jungkook is really an asshole, the angst hurts a lot tbh, unhealthy relationships (?)

words: 2, 396

summary: a series of drabbles where you're confused and jungkook's confusing

a/n:

hi everyone !!! here we are with the weekly update hehe, and it's a brief chapter but it does direct it up to the next one, and that'll be far more ... happening ... if you catch my drift 🤣

anyways, apologies for the silence again - uni has been absolutely kicking my butt and I'm lowkey on the verge of burnout but we'll pull through !!!

hope you enjoy the chapter 🥺❤️

Jungkook sits across from Jennie when it happens.

“What the—?”

“We need to talk.” Jimin glares, hand already grabbing him by the collar when he tugs Jungkook out of his seat. He doesn’t bother to send Jennie a look of acknowledgment, though he doubts she’s at any fault. He was only there for one thing and the subject of his disdain only looks perplexed and confused.

“Can we do this later?” Jungkook huffs, gesturing between his body and Jennie’s. She’s blinking at the interaction, then picks up her purse to shoot the two boys a half-hearted smile.

“I think I know what you needed to say,” She smiles. Then she looks over to Jimin who’s still glaring down at the younger boy, “Good luck.”

Her wish only makes Jungkook gulp, but he can more or less guess what Jimin is dragging him by collar about.

When he manages to ruffle his clothes back into position and sees the angry slope of Jimin’s back, he takes a deep breath. Jimin was by no means a terrifying person on average, in fact, he was quite debatably one of the most pleasant people anyone could know.

But Jimin was loyal and he stuck by the people he cared about with all his heart. He’d fight and he’d defend them till the end of time, and you were no different. Especially since the two of you grew up with each other, Jimin seeing you grow from an inquisitive toddler to the intelligent woman you were today—Jimin would die to protect you.

So when Jimin shuffles through his backpack to hand Jungkook a pack of ice, he can only stare at the cold object in the palm of his hands.

“What is this—?”

“You’ll need it.” Jimin deadpans, then he’s rolling up his sleeves.

“I thought we were talking?” Jungkook asks with a raised brow.

“We are,” Jimin retorts, eyes unblinking when he stares the younger boy down with a heavy-lidded gaze, “After I beat your ass for fucking _____ over.”

Jungkook opens his mouth, ready to defend but Jimin’s resolute glare only makes him cower in submission. He knew he fucked up, and he knew that there was no way he could get a word in even to meekly apologise because when Jimin had his mind set on something, he wouldn’t stop until that goal was achieved.

And it seems that Jimin’s goal was to give Jungkook a physical reminder on why he shouldn’t fuck with the things or people he loved.

“Let me take off my jacket,” Jungkook mutters, defeated.

After multiple shoves against the wall and a generous swing to his cheek, Jungkook is begrudgingly holding the ice-pack against his bruising face.

Jimin doesn’t look apologetic when the two of them sit side-by-side on the sidewalk, or even when Jungkook’s lip busted open. He knew Jungkook could take it, he was twice his size. Even more so, Jungkook knew Jimin had every reason to act the way he did.

“Thanks for the ice pack, by the way,” Jungkook says sarcastically, wincing when he moves his mouth a little too much.

Jimin doesn’t gratify him with a response, instead levels a stare so menacing that it could send anyone running. But Jungkook’s done a bit too much of that recently; so he stays, braces himself for the words that were to leave Jimin’s lips.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Jungkook sighs, scrunching his face before tossing the ice pack aside. He supposed that it was nearly useless, nearly melting into a puddle that drips down his arm uncomfortably.

“I don’t know,” Jungkook confesses softly.

“You’ve got a set of nerves on you if you thought it was ever okay to say the shit you did to her, let alone a human being.” Jimin frowns, pulling Jungkook but his collar so that he’d look at him.

Jimin’s face is permanently etched into a scowl, but Jungkook already knows he’s fucked up. The constant reminder of you turning to different directions whenever you’d spot him was enough to hurt more than a punch to the face.

“I know.” Jungkook whispers, fiddling with his thumbs.

“Do you, Jungkook?” Jimin spits, glaring down at the boy who remains helpless under his grasp, “I told you to not fuck with her and you deliberately went against what I said.” His reminder is vicious and quiet, a hiss in the wind that blows.

Jungkook hears it loud and clear, “I know,” He exasperates, still as frustrated with himself as he was with the entire situation, “I know.” He repeats, more defeatedly.

Jimin shoves Jungkook back by releasing his grip around the collar that he nearly stumbles. But Jungkook catches himself just barely when Jimin rises to his feet, looking down at his younger friend like he was a piece of gum stuck on the sole of his shoes.

“Why?” Jimin asks after a beat of silence.

Jungkook purses his lips. He knows why, but he still can’t bring himself to say it. Not when he knows he’s fucked up and Jimin is rightfully furious. He knows Taehyung knows at this point too, there was nothing that Jimin knew that Taehyung didn’t. It was just that Jimin was the more confrontational one where Taehyung was passively aggressive with his anger.

“I …” Jungkook trails off weakly, standing up to reach Jimin’s height but despite his friend being taller, his presence was already intimidating enough.

“You doing that shit with her was one thing, because if it was consensual I’d go on my merry way,” Jimin sneers, poking a firm finger into Jungkook’s chest, “But you had to go and poke at her insecurities to hurt her. On purpose. That’s where you fucked up. Royally.”

Jungkook blinks, intently listening and observing the way Jimin’s chest rises and falls with every breath he heaves.

“It’s taking everything in me not to smear your reputation on campus for the shit you did,” Jimin’s eyes flutters shut and his voice is threatening. Jungkook’s eyes widen, but he still remains quiet, “But against my better conscience, you’re my friend. And I’m so fucking disappointed in you.” Jimin croaks like he’s conflicted.

And for the first time ever since the conversation started, Jungkook feels bad for Jimin; specifically. He knew that it was difficult to defend your friend while berating another, and he hated himself for putting him into a difficult position. It was an internal dispute that Jimin and Taehyung would have to face between holding Jungkook accountable and leaving him to dust.

There was history, between the four of you. But there was unseen history between Jimin and Jungkook that you and Taehyung hadn’t seen, and Jungkook’s always regarded Jimin as an older brother, honorific aside.

“I’m sorry.” Jungkook whispers.

Jimin looks up, glaring at the apology like he’s sworn at him.

“I can’t believe you.” He sneers, barring his teeth intimidatingly while Jungkook swallows.

“I’m sorry.” Jungkook looks down at his feet, and for a moment he feels like a child being scolded but he knew that children would never say anything as vicious as he did, unless they were a product of their environments.

Jungkook still can’t justify his words, or why he said them. But a deep part of his recognises that it was his insecurities peeking through and him weaponising a weapon powerful enough to shoot himself dead.

“This isn't my apology to accept,” Jimin says sternly, “But even if it was—I could never forget what you said to her, Jungkook.”

Jungkook nods, eyes still cast downwards.

“What does this …” he trails off, finally looking up to see Jimin carding a hand through his hair in exasperation and a pinched expression marring his face, “Where does this leave us?’

Jimin knows Jungkook’s asking about the state of their friendship together.

But the anger is blinding and overwhelming, so instead; he tosses his backpack over his shoulder before turning on his heel, head looking back ever so slightly to level Jungkook with a final gaze intense enough to speak for itself.

“Here,” Jimin declares, gesturing to the abandoned ice pack, the bruised cheek and knuckles, “Until you decide to get your shit together, I need time away from you. If not, I’m going to do something that ____ would hate and I don’t want to hurt her any more than you already have.”

The words are sharp, targeted and venomous. But Jungkook recognises he deserves it. He also doesn’t bother fighting back when Jimin finally leaves, leaving Jungkook to bask in his own, clouded thoughts.

“Why are your knuckles bruised?” Is the first thing you ask Jimin when you see him storming towards you and Taehyung in the library.

Taehyung is aware while you blissfully aren’t.

“None of your business,” Jimin shoots back, but then he’s tugging you out of your seat to hug you.

Your eyes widen, “Jimin?”

When he pulls away, his eyes soften.

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

Taehyung nods and your head is spinning in confusion when you stare between the two boys with furrowed brows.

“Tell you what?”

“Jungkook.” Taehyung answers, eyes boring a hole into your skull.

At the mention of his name, you freeze in Jimin’s grasp as you stare at the both of them with wide eyes.

“How did you know—?”

Jimin frowns, releasing you so that you’re all able to take a seat in a specific corner of the library. You dryly note to yourself that you realise that every one of your conflicting moments of confrontation occurred in this place. Maybe it was about time for a change of scenery.

“Yena,” Taehyung tells you, and you scowl—nearly cussing her out in your mind but you know that your anger wasn’t warranted.

Especially when Jimin reaches out to grab your hand when he notices you looking down at your lap.

“How do you think it felt for us when we had to find out from someone else that you’ve been going through a hard time?” He asks softly, looking at you so gently that your lip nearly trembles.

For the longest time, Jimin and Taehyung were like older brothers that doted on you as much as they could. They took care of you and made sure that you knew your worth ever since the three of you were children. And for that, you could never be more thankful for their presence.

So you understand their hurt, and it makes you feel guiltier when you see Taehyung quietly patting your head although his eyes carry a sadness that only came from a friend withholding information from you.

“I …” You croak.

“You didn’t need to tell us why,” Taehyung reassures gently, “Just wanted to be here for you. For whatever reason, it may be.”

You stare down at your lap even harder and blink away the tears that only came with guilt.

“I’m sorry.” You say so meekly that it comes out as a squeak.

“Please don’t apologise. We just want to be here for you,” Jimin says sadly, squeezing your hand tighter even if you weren’t going to look at him. He doesn’t push you to do so.

“I didn’t want to make things complicated.” You confess softly, fiddling with the thumb on your free hand.

Taehyung scowls, “_____, you know that whatever it is, Jimin and I will try our best to remain as objective as possible but Jungkook said things to you that we're absolutely not okay and as both of your friends, we have a responsibility to hold him accountable.”

You purse your lips, nearly pouting. It’s as if Jimin reads your mind, where a million thoughts run through it, he pulls you closer so that he can properly hug you. Even if the position is a little weird and Taehyung has to bend his arm at a weird angle to be able to hug you too, you feel comforted.

“Don’t be mad at him.” You whisper softly into the material of Taehyung’s shirt.

Jimin snorts, “I release my anger in a healthy manner.”

Your eyes glance down at his knuckle suspiciously but he tugs it away when he notices your wandering eyes.

Taehyung sighs, caressing your hair softly. “We have every right to be angry with him, _____. What he did and said was unacceptable.” He informs you firmly.

You pull away slightly from their hold to furrow your eyebrows, “I know but—”

“You do know,” Jimin says softly, “And we know that you don’t like other people fighting your battles for you so we’ll step out of it. But that doesn’t mean we can’t personally be disappointed in what Jungkook did. He’s our friend too and if he did that to anyone else, we’d still be mad. We’re just extra mad because it’s you and we’re your best friends.”

You dip your head, letting out a sigh of acknowledgement.

“Just … let me talk to him.” You say, and Taehyung raises a brow at the shift in your tone, “This is something I need to do for myself. I appreciate you guys, I really do. But I don’t want things to be weird because of what we did.”

You can tell Jimin is about to argue with you, but Taehyung shoots him a look that shuts him up immediately.

“If that’s what you want.” Taehyung smiles gently at you.

Jimin clenches his jaw, clearly the more displeased one between the two. But he swallows it by clenching his fist and patting your head, shooting you a concerned stare mask in a slight glare.

“Are you sure?” He asks.

You nod, “Very.”

Jimin nibbles on his lips as if deep in thought before pulling away completely, leaning into his chair.

“If you insist,” He sighs, “But Jungkook did get what he deserved.”

You shrug, “I mean I don’t think avoiding him was the worst thing to do, but I guess you’re right.”

Jimin blinks.

Then Taehyung and he are sharing a look familiar enough for you to know only comes out when they did something wrong or were caught causing trouble.

You raise a brow, “Am I missing something?”

Jimin shoots you a reassuring smile and you miss the shift of Taehyung’s eyes to the fist that wraps around your shoulder.

“Nothing at all.”

You [21:09]: hi jungkook

You [21:24]: can we talk? my door's open if you're free.

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lovethisletters · 3 years

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Belly boops for the Demon brothers!

I felt like writing something chill and wholesome and this came up. Personally I'm a belly boop person, I've always enjoyed watching people's confused faces when I poke their stomach, but sometimes I'll do it out of habit (when I'm leaving a room or saying goodbye to a friend I belly boop them insted of a normal goodbye and won't realize that I did it until someone would point it out or just in very random moments like in the middle of a conversation I'll do it as well) so I decided to hc how the demon brothers react to an mc who does this.

Keys: MC = your main character's name.

Summary: The demon brothers discover a peculiar trait of MC: belly boops.

Additional notes: MC is gender neutral!

Here is part 2 with the side characters!

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Lucifer

The first time it happened was one morning when everyone was getting ready to go to RAD.

Lucifer always opens the door for everyone, and leaves last, so when you past by him you unconsciously decided to thank him for holding the door open in a very...unusual manner.

You booped his belly.

It was so random, that it was one of the very few moments in his life that the avatar of pride didn't know how to react.

—MC, What do you think you're doing?—his voice stopping you on your tracks.

You where confused at first on what he was referring to, but when you realized a wave of embarrassent hit you.

—Sorry! It came out of habit! I used to do that with my friends back in the human world!—you apologized quickly.

—refrain from doing that again, I'll only let it slide this time, understood?

—Yes! It won't happen again!

It did...

The second time it happened you immediately apologized only catching for a split second the death glare he gave you before running away.

Ultimately no matter how much he scolded you, you didn't stop.

I think he kinda...just accepted it once he realized you did that only with the people you're comfortable with. So he took it as a weird compliment.

So now he just stares blankly at you every time you do so, no longer even trying to correct your weird habit.

And to be honest...he secretly thinks is adorable, but he'll never tell.

Mammon

—Whadda ya' think you doin' ya' dumb human!?!?— the avatar of greed asked completely caught off guard.

He was telling you about one of his newest schemes to get some easy money; when all of a sudden, he felt a light and quick pressure on his belly.

It was your finger, but the weird thing was that you still looked like you where listening and waiting for him to continue the conversation like nothing had happened.

He's so confused.

When you realized what you had done, you explained to him it was something you did with your friends in the human world; is your weird unconscious way of showing a person you feel comfortable in their presence.

Blushy boi

—W-well...I guess that's ok, but don't ya' dare doin' this to anyone else, got it?

Your belly boops are reserved for the great Mammon!

Leviathan

Leviathan.exe has stopped working.

You where about to leave his room with a new game (he insisted you should try) on your hands.

—Thanks Levi! I'll let you know my thoughts once I finish it!—you said as he holds the door open for you.

Boop!

You went back to your room not being aware of the blushing mess of a demon you left behind.

"Why MC poked his belly?!?!" "It was probably a mistake, right?!" "No one would like to touch a yucky Otaku like him anyways!"

He won't confront you about it, thinking it was a mistake.

But then one time when you two were playing video games together and you just defeated the other team, he extended his hand in order to give you a celebration high-five.

But then you just...boop!

He blushes even more than the last time, and finally asks you why you did it.

When you explain to him is your own way to express endearment for the people close to you...oh boi.

He blushes so bad and his eyes get all glossy like he's about to cry, for a moment you might even think he's in pain or something.

He never thought of himself as someone you value or hold in such a dear place in your life, so he's just so happy to hear that!

Forget the high-fives! Belly boops are now a must every time you two are together!

Satan

The first time it happened was when you two where studying for a test in the library.

Satan is not a big fan of touch or touchy people; I feel like it makes him a bit anxious.

So when you first booped his belly...he felt kind of uncomfortable, but didn't say anything, thinking it was a mistake or a lame attempt on your part to provoke him.

He won't confront you the second, third or even fourth time it happens, only limiting himself to lightly scolding you with a quick glance.

But if you still don't get the hint, he would finally talk to you (not in an aggressive manner btw he's chill with you about it)

—MC, I don't know if you're doing this as a way to provoke me or make fun of me, but you should know how uncomfortable it makes me—He spoke holding you by your shoulders softly.

You explained to him it was something you did unconsciously, but that you weren't mocking him, Belly booping was something you only did with people you felt comfortable and trust enough to do so.

He gives you a kind smile after hearing you say that; He's truly happy to be someone you can rely on.

He might try to put up with it, belive me, he really does. But he just can't.

You let him know that it's ok for him to not like it, and that you're not mad or dissatisfied in any way, and that you'll be working on controlling this peculiar habit of yours.

He appreciates your words, and now every time that your habit slips, and you try to belly boop him; he'll catch your hand before you can do so and gently lower it, offering you a kind smile instead or...if he's feeling soft he'll hold your hand for a bit.

Asmodeus

He was finishing giving you a make-over when it happened.

—All done, hun! You look so beautiful!! Not as much as me tho...—he said handing you a mirror

—Thank you, Asmo!!! you're so talented!!

And out of nowhere...boop!

Silence.

Asmo, being the avatar of lust, has experienced all kind of touches.

But he has never (or at least not that he remembers) been booped in the belly.

He looks at you with curiosity, even tilting his head slightly, looking like a confused cat before his eyes spark with joy and he suddenly envelops you in a tight hug.

—Awww MC! You're just too cute! You make me want to gobble you up!—

Out of everyone, he's the one who loves belly boops the most, even more knowing the meaning behind them.

He just founds them so endearing, it melts his heart.

Whenever you boop him he'll pinch your cheeks and start baby-ing you.

Beelzebub

You first booped his belly at dinner, big mistake.

He was enjoying his meal when all of a sudden he feels your finger on his stomach.

And we all know Beel is a calm demon but when it's about food...you better don't try anything funny.

He hates being disturbed when he's eating.

He huffed in annoyance, directing you an angry glance you'd only had seen when the whole custard incident happened.

Tho he saw your apologetic expression and decided it wasn't something worth making a fuss about and continued eating.

He'll later feel bad about it tho, so when he came to apologize you decided to let him know it wasn't something you did on purpose and what it meant to you.

Beel was really happy, he even blushed a little and hugged you enthusiastically.

He enjoys belly boops...as long as you don't do it when he's eating.

Belphegor

It happened for the first time when he was falling asleep in class.

When you booped him he just thought it was your way of keeping him awake, so he didn't say anything at first.

That until he started to notice you would also do it in very random moments: You two would be out shopping or something and then...boop!

He's a bit startled at first, but much like Satan, he'll just look at you weirdly and then move on.

Or at least until curiosity gets the better of him and finally asks you about it.

When you finish telling him, a small smirk appeared on his lips.

He's the only one who kinda makes you regret you told him about the personal meaning belly boops hold to you because of how much he would tease you.

But he really likes them, because from now on. Every time the two of you take naps together; Belphie would belly boop you back before dozing off.

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If you find any grammatical errors let me know! I'm trying to improve my english and that would help me so so much!

I will forever thank you if you go check out my other profile: @aileysmirnov where I post things about my OC: edits, one-shots, imagines, art, etc. If you like Greek mythology and the bat family maybe you would get to be as fond of her as much as I am!

Anyway, thank you for reading!

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mywonuderful · 3 years

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The Boyz reaction to you getting angry at them

anon request: tbz reacting to you getting angry with them, pls 🥺

genre: angst

warnings: slight swearing

a/n: please note that all these reactions are based on my own perspective and opinion! stupid tumblr only allows 10 gifs per post :(

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Sangyeon

having him as a leader of 11 boys, I'm pretty sure he would be the most mature out of everyone even he can be a baby sometimes

“just how long did you think you could hide this from me?” you raised your voice

he would be taken back, looking at you with a speechless and shocked expression

he would try to process what to say next and also the fact that you raised your voice, which is something you almost never do.

I think he would be someone who would be careful around the words he'll say, especially during tensed conversations like this

he would approach the situation maturely, trying to fix the problem as best as possible and in ways were it can be prevented in the future

Jacob

okay first of all, we're taking about the angelic and patience boy here

“I’m fine, stop asking me.” your tone was firm as your shook off the his hand that was on your shoulder

he would be more confused, rather than shocked by your actions. He could sense that you're quite stressed out, he would softly ask you what's going on, being patient and responsive with everything you have to say

when disagreement comes, he would try to approach it in a manner where heated arguments would be avoided at all costs

because you know how sweet and composed this man is

he might leave to give you space if things do become a bit too heated but in the end, he'll try to resolve the matter and the both of you will live happily ever after~

Younghoon

he is a softie

“YOU WHAT?” your eyes almost popping out of it’s sockets

I wouldn't be surprised if he ended up tearing up, crying

because his heart is just full of softness and anything hurting it will just lead to him drowning in his tears

I have a feeling that you'll end up comforting him, even if you're mad at him

but then you can't ever stay mad at him, because you'll sense his presence, looking at you in a distance and when you turn to look at him, his there, looking at you with pouted lips and puppy eyes

but if you're actually mad at him, he'll stay serious, trying to figure out what the problem is

Hyunjae

I think he'll be taken back and quiet at the same time

“Fine! I’m tired of doing this anyways.” you left his dorm. He would be too shocked and confused to stop you from leaving

like Jacob, he'll probably think about the whole situation, trying figure out a way to approach you and the problem

the both of you haven't spoken to each other in a couple of days since what happened as he wouldn't be himself, having his head occupied with what you said and your tone

he'll try to get a hold of you, asking to see if you could meet up

he'll be nervous, since he rarely ever sees you like this and would be scared of messing things up, making it worst

he'll make sure to listen to what you have to say first, before expressing himself

Juyeon

don't be fooled by his cool on-stage image, he's a true softie

apparently he gets upset easily too ??

either way, if he saw that you were angry at him, he might be flustered on why and maybe even a little upset that you are

"I can't even look at you right now." you crossed your arms, looking away from him as he mouth parted, eyes wide from your statement before he raised an eyebrow, scoffing.

the both of you might be in a heated argument before one of you leaves or breaks it, letting space of your own. He'll gather his thoughts, trying to see what he might have done to make you mad.

I see him as someone who would apologizes first because you're someone he truly cherishes and he doesn't want any misunderstandings or miscommunications be the reason of anything that he doesn't want to happen

Kevin

his energy, vibe and aurora.... unmatchable I'm afraid

be in all, he would be quite serious and firm

"Moon Hyungseo, this isn't up for debate." he knows you're upset with him, hearing that you called him by his Korean name which was a name he didn't preferred to be called by.

but then hearing that from you and him knowing that you know that he didn't liked to be called by his Korean name might trigger something in him as he may end up snapping back at you, only instantly regretting after the words left his lips would be extremely logical and rational about everything, trying to get to every bit of detail

he isn't someone who likes to argue but when compensating he would definitely take his time and break down what has happened and what needs to be solved

New

I can definitely get the feels that he might be someone more affected by their partner's emotions, especially when it comes to negative ones like argue

“I’m not being ridiculous, you are!” New would be quite hurt yet frustrated by your words, leading up to an argument where the two of you bumped heads

he would end up leaving the room, wanting some space for himself to cool down because the two of you rather have heated bickering.

I don't think he would apologize first because he believes that if he isn't at fault, he shouldn't need to apologize just to make his partner feel better

maybe after a few days, the two of you will end up using the same space where one of you ends up bringing up the argument, apologizing and trying to come to an agreement

him having two sister will put him in a place where he probably has more experience on handling arguments

"Gosh, I can't believe you and your words." you rolled your eyes

he might be someone who has their feelings control them more than their mind in the moment but afterwards, he'll reflect on what he said

I think he might hold a few grudges here and there but tries to not let it get to him during arguments

he might avoid you for a couple of days, probably forgetting in the middle that the two of you fought, casually thinking to you

Juhaknyeon

I feel like he would be very gentle hearted (???) like even when you're mad at him (???)

he looks like someone who has a lot of patience, like Jacob (don't quote me on that though) especially when it comes to his significant other

"And you weren't planning to tell me after all this time?" he would be very calm upon your irritated voice. He wouldn't raise his voice but talk in a way that you may find annoying (???) because you're the worked up one

but nonetheless, he would hide the fact that he's surprised from you angered tone, trying to express a more mature example of himself in front of you

like Q, I think it would take him a few days for him to talk to you because he wants to give you the space you need, but he'll try slipping in short conversations here and there to see if you've calm down bit

Sunwoo

if you've seen him in variety shows, interviews or games you know how unpredictable he could be at times

like how he could go from mr.handsomewithaveryattractivefaceandjawline to whatthehellisgoinginsidehishead with his sudden screams and yells

so I wouldn't be surprised if he talked back at you when you were mad

"I have every right to be mad at you right now." he would roll his eyes, scoff before responding in a aggressive manner, only to end up in a quarrel

he wouldn't think twice about having to think about his actions as his first thought would be to just argue back

your fights may be more intense out of all the members in my opinion since he holds his pride quite high but in no means is that an insult

avoidance between the two of you may go from a couple of days to even weeks depending on the situation but he'll start to feel guilty for ignoring you rather than talking back at you

Eric

this energy boi

although he may be the youngest, I have a feeling that he might handle this situation a bit better than Sunwoo no offence ily sunwoo

but he might be just a tad more logical and rational than him

"What is with you these days? You've been getting on my nerves." he would be speechless as he looked at you with a shocked expressed, trying to register what you just said in front of him

he'll stutter to find his words, scratching his head in confusion before you start to rage

he might mumble a retort under his breath or just end up arguing face to face, before he pulls himself out of the argument, leaving to get some fresh air

you'll end up avoiding him for a couple of days, leaving him helpless as he tried in every possible way to get your attention to talk to you so don't be surprised if you see agyeo from him

he might hold a few grudges, like Q but ends up apologizing, knowing that your relationship holds so much more over an argument

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johnsamericano · 3 years

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23 days of NCT masterlist.

taglist: @notbeforelong @whathamelon @curieouscapt @silent-potato @gjheaaa @ajhdr @mrcarbonatedmilk @unknown5tar

warnings: Jaemin not knowing what an erection is 😭, fluff, fluff, fluff and angst, not proofread forgive me 😞

“There she is.” Doyoung pointed out, looking directly at you, gracefully walking down the hall. “Her name is y/n, she’s 12.”

“How long will I have to stay with her?” Jaemin stared at you with curiosity.

“If everything goes right, until her soul is ready to abandon her body.”

“What do you mean if everything goes right?”

“There have been some angels who have given into this world’s temptations.” He shut his eyelids, his frown growing deeper as he spoke. “You shall never give into them, Jaemin. I heard loosing your wings causes a great pain, physical and mental.”

“Is there anything else I should know?”

“Never reveal your true identity to her.” His hand gripped Jaemin’s shoulder. “You’ll be able to observe her in your real form, but she’ll never be able to see you, unless you allow her to.” Jaemin nodded, mentally taking notes of all the rules he had to follow. “If you wish to communicate something directly to her, you can disguise yourself as one of her relatives.”

“I have one more question.” Doyoung patiently waited for him to keep talking. “Aren’t guardian angels assigned to humans when they’re born?”

Doyoung remained silent, deciding wether to tell him or not the truth.

“Her former guardian angel fell in love with her.” Jaemin’s eyes went wide, how could an angel fall for a human? “He tried to show himself before her, but we stopped him on time.” Doyoung sighed, a glint of sadness in his voice as he resumed the story. “Unfortunately, he was vanished from heaven. The pain of losing his wings was greater than his love for y/n, greater than his will to live apparently.”

“Well that’s sad.” He pursed his lips. “I promise to do a good job protecting her.”

“I’m sure you will, Jaemin. You’re a good angel.”

“Jaemin, watch out!” His string of thoughts was cut off by your hand around his wrist, tugging on it aggressively to stop him from running into a bike. “Pay attention while walking, you could’ve gotten hurt.”

“Worried about me?” He smiled at your concerned features.

“Shut up before I kick your ass.” Despite your sometimes aggressive behavior, Jaemin knew you were a softie. How could he not know when he literally spent every moment with you, even if you were not aware of his presence sometimes. “Will you come help me unpack after classes?” Your fingers suddenly laced with his, a habit he’d discovered a few months into your friendship and never failed to make his heart race.

“Sure.”

You didn’t expect him to appear at your front door with a bunch of house supplies.

“What’s all this?” You helped him get everything inside your messy apartment. “This is really too much, but thank you.” You pulled him into a hug, your palms stroking his back tenderly.

Jaemin wanted to push you away, he wanted to stop his heartbeat from increasing, but you were intoxicating. It was useless to deny he felt something for you, but as long as nor you or another angel knew, everything would be fine.

“Are you wearing something under your shirt?” You frowned, feeling something shift below your palms.

Jaemin pulled away, internally scolding his wings for trying to show themselves.

“Let’s unpack.” You didn’t mention the topic again, but he knew you weren’t gonna forget about it.

He helped you move some furniture, hang up a few posters and fold your clothes to fit them inside your new closet.

“Wait!” You tried snatching the box of your underwear out of his hands, but it was already too late. He held your red, lacy thong right in front of his face, examining it before realizing what it was.

“Sorry.” His face was flushed as he put the piece of clothing back into the box, a bulge growing inside his jeans. He didn’t seem to notice, or maybe he didn’t care. Truth to be told, he’d never experienced pleasure, therefore, he wasn’t aware of the reaction your thong had provoked in his weak human body.

You didn’t make a comment on it, deciding not to humiliate him. After an hour of folding clothes, you decided to take a break, ordering some takeout food and letting Jaemin pick a movie to watch.

“It’s getting late, you should stay over.” You picked up the remains of your food and saved them in the fridge for later. “You can take the bed, I’ll take the couch.”

“Why don’t we sleep together?” The words slipped past his lips before his brain could register. “I-I mean-”

“It’s okay, as long as you don’t kick me I think we’ll be fine.” You smiled so naturally at him, as if your heart wasn’t rapidly drumming against your rib cage. “I have a few of my brother’s shirts, you can grab one of those.”

He tried calming himself down inside the bathroom. It was the first time he’d sleep with you in flesh and bone, not like he usually did, in his true form with his wings around your body, keeping you warm.

He was expecting for you to crawl into his arms like you usually did in your sleep, but you didn’t even bother to spare him a glance, too concentrated on your phone. A burning feeling started growing inside his chest, definitely not something an angel should feel. He snatched your phone away.

“Hey!” You tried getting it back, accidentally hugging him on the process. “Give it back.” Your nose was almost touching his.

His deep, brown orbs stared into yours, his pupils growing slightly bigger at the sight of your.

“Jaemin...” You whispered, his erratic breath fanning against your cheeks.

None of you moved, afraid to do something you’d later regret. But his lips looked so tempting, so kissable, you couldn’t resist leaning in, your lips almost brushing before you spoke.

“Is this okay?” You were so painfully close. He knew the right thing was to push you away, but how could he when you were looking at him with pleading eyes? Those eyes that made him want to lay the entire word at your feet.

“Yes.” He was the one to pull your face closer to his, bringing his hand to the back of your head to hold you in place, just like the main characters of the corny movies you loved did.

He wanted to cry right there, the thing he’d been fantasizing about all those years was finally happening. For a moment, he stopped thinking about his wings, stopped worrying about the fact that he’d probably be punished for his sinful actions.

“Your lips are so soft.” He whispered, cupping your cheeks with delicacy pulling away only to leave random pecks on your lips, enjoying the warmth of them. “Like small, pink clouds.”

You giggled at the comparison.

“I like you, Jaemin.”

“I like you too, y/n. So much.” He wanted to say ‘I love you’ but he figured out it might be a bit to early for you.

He continued savoring your lips, pecking them as if he was trying to memorize every little texture of your plump skin. Your hands went to his sensitive back, unknowingly caressing the spot were his wings were hidden.

It all happened too fast, his large wings ripping through the borrowed shirts and showing themselves to you. The look on your face was of pure shock, your arms falling limp to your sides as Jaemin’s stomach stirred with fear.

“Y/n...” He called you at least five times, your eyes fixated on the silky, white feathers.

It was all too much to process. Was he pranking you? No, fake wings wouldn’t move the way his did.

“Say something, please.” You noticed how his wings fell slightly, as if mimicking his emotions.

Drops of salty tears falling into your cheeks awakened you from your trance, your best friend crying on top of you as his hands held your face dearly.

“How?” Was the only thing you could pronounce, your mind still trying to work through the situation.

“I know this looks bad, but I swear, I never meant to deceive you. I wanted to protect you from afar, but I couldn’t resist meeting you. You’re the brightest human I’ve ever seen, and I don’t deserve to be with you. I am a liar, a cheater who used his powers to get into your life.” He began rambling, your mind slowly connecting the dots until you finally had an idea of what he was.

“An angel?” You asked, voicing your inner doubts.

“I don’t deserve to be your guardian...” He ignored your previous question, tucking his face in your neck.

His wings timidly pressed against his back, moving the slightest as your fingers danced over them, mesmerized at the soft texture.

“I feel like I’m dreaming.” Your voice didn’t sound angry, in fact, he could almost see your smile as you spoke. “Aren’t you going to get in trouble for this?” Your hands forced his face up, making him face You. “I don’t want you to get in trouble, Nana.”

“They might’ve found by now, but it doesn’t matter anymore. I am willing to lose my wings as a punishment for those amazing moments I’ve spent by your side.”

He was about to incorporate, about to leave you and never come back, but the sudden crash of your lips against his had him frozen at the spot.

“I don’t want you to get in trouble...” You whispered against his lips. “But neither do I want you to leave me. I'm a selfish human that wants her angel to give up everything for her, I'm sorry.”

He smiled, euphoric at the words he'd only heard in his wildest dreams.

“Then I guess I'll have to oblige.”

Jaemin spent the night curled up with his loved human, wings protecting her from any danger while Doyoung watched everything with confusion. He knew it was the right thing to punish the young angel for his sinful actions, but there was nothing sinful at the unfolding scene. If anything, it was the purest thing he'd seen from his vast years on earth.

“Good luck, Jaemin.” The black-haired left unnoticed, letting his friend fulfill his duties as your guardian angel until the last breath of life left your body.

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