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Covering the Classics Part 1 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: Bob is happy for his friends, but feeling like the fifth wheel every weekend has gotten old. Anna's main goal is to fly under the radar as she starts work at San Diego State University with her shiny, new graduate degree. She is convinced that the only company she needs is her own, but a specific flyer in the faculty lounge catches her interest.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, adult language, eventually 18+

Length: 2800 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story is part of the Beer Boy/Sugar and Jake/Jessica universe)

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Bob hated it when Natasha was deployed without him. He always ended up feeling like the fifth wheel now that Bradley was married and Jake was dating Jessica. Well, both of those were actually understatements. Bradley was devoted to his wife, and Jake was soppy now that Jessica moved in with him. And Bob's feelings on the matter were never more evident than on nights out at the Hard Deck.

Without fail, a girl or two or three would hit on one of the other guys, and they would deftly try to pawn said girl off on Bob only for the girl to look rather disappointed and kind of wander away. He just had that effect on women. He was a lot better with the written word than with the spoken, and something just didn't translate well for him when he was met face-to-face with an intriguing smile and an attractive body.

He groaned as he watched another woman head off in the direction of the bar as soon as he nervously stumbled his way through a sentence where he tried to introduce himself. How exactly was he supposed to compete with Jake Seresin anyway? Nobody who originally wanted him was going to settle for Bob.

"I got you more peanuts." Bob looked up to see Bradshaw's wife smiling at him and holding out a cup. Ever since he visited Chippy's bar, he didn't want to admit to Penny that hers weren't quite as good, but if someone went out of their way to bring him a cup full, he was going to eat them. And it was also nice of her to make sure he was included tonight while Mickey was babysitting his nephews.

"Thank you," he replied softly, and she patted his shoulder.

"I saw you talking to that girl?" she asked, nodding her head toward the bar. "She's really cute."

Bob shook his head as he looked down at his ginger ale. "I mean, yes, she was very pretty, but I wasn't really talking to her. She didn't want to talk to me, actually." He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks as he looked up at her from his stool. "She wanted to talk to Jake."

She rolled her eyes, and Bob kept his fingers occupied by cracking open a peanut. He craved the familiar intimacy he saw when he looked at his friends and their partners. Maybe jealousy wasn't the right word, but he always felt left out of the loop. They all knew something he didn't, and he craved to be on the inside with someone of his own.

"I'd choose you over Jake any day, Bob. You're smart, and I like talking to you."

He smiled at her as he said, "That may be the case, but you'd choose Bradley over me."

"You got me there," she said with a laugh as she kissed his cheek, making him avert his eyes to the floor. "I'm probably not the best judge of character though."

Bob looked toward where she was smiling now and saw Bradley with his hideous tie dye shirt and idiotic looking backwards baseball cap as Jessica slaughtered him in a game of pool. "Yes, you are," Bob told her quietly. Because as soon as Bradley looked at his wife, his expression became one of complete wonder.

"Sugar! Come here! Jessica is being mean to me again!"

She squeezed Bob's shoulder and then took him by the hand, bringing him along with her to the pool table. He blushed again as he looked a little nervously at Bradley, but everyone knew Bob was harmless. He was the one just drinking a ginger ale since he had to drive home.

"Baby," Bradley whined. "She won't even let me try to make a shot."

"That's not her being mean to you. That's her being better than you," his wife replied. "And what's the moral of the story again?"

"Women should never be underestimated," Bradley and Jake said in unison.

"That's right," Jessica said as she sunk the 8-ball into one of the corner pockets. "Especially ones who have a PhD and tenure." She handed her pool cue to Bradley and did a little dance. Then she reached into Bob's cup of peanuts and said, "Chippy's are better."

"They are," he agreed with a nod and a grin. He cleared his throat as Bradshaw's wife finally dropped his hand. "So I heard the new semester starts on Monday?"

"Yes," Jessica gushed as she fixed her glasses. "And Brian took a position at the community college, so this should be my best semester yet."

Bob already knew that Jake was relieved that his girlfriend would be going to work in a more comfortable environment every day, but it was nice to see how excited she was.

"You know what I was thinking?" Jessica asked Bradshaw's wife quietly. Bob wondered if he should step away and give them some privacy, but they both kept helping themselves to the cup of peanuts. "Maybe we could put something up on the notice board in the main building, kind of inviting the other female teachers at the school to have lunch together one day? I felt so embarrassed and excluded from things because of Brian, I just thought it might be nice for anyone else who feels marginalized?"

Bradley's wife nodded. "I think that's a great idea."

Bob listened to them for a few more minutes before he wished them good luck as they started back to school for the fall term, and then he excused himself for the night. He stood outside in the dark parking lot for a few minutes and listened to the sound of the ocean before he climbed into his truck and headed for his silent house.

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"Dr. Webber."

Anna looked at the name placard on her office door and bounced up and down. "Dr. Webber," she read out loud again. She had the worst office on campus, no doubt about that. It was miniscule and kind of smelled like stale bread since it was so close to the cafeteria, but she loved it. All of the shelves were crammed with her books, and she could lock the rest of the world out when she needed a minute to herself. She just hoped that the tiny office wasn't a sign of bad things to come after San Diego State University willingly hired her less than a month before the start of the term.

In a matter of eight weeks, she had finally- finally- graduated with her PhD in English Literature and secured a job on the other side of the country. She sold everything she could think of, including her rings, and moved from gloomy New Jersey to a studio apartment in sunny southern California. Sure, all she had in her kitchen was a toaster oven and a mini fridge, but she was on her own. She had nobody to answer to. And she never would again.

"I guess everything is smaller here," Anna told herself as she locked her office door and went in search of the classroom where she would be holding the first lecture of her teaching career. She was too early for the class, but she was filled with nervous energy and decided that walking around would help.

She looked in classrooms and listened to a poetry lecture on the third floor. She found a really secluded ladies' bathroom as well as a reading nook. Eventually, she and her copy of A Tree Grows in Brooklyn managed to wander all the way to the main building where she found a faculty lounge.

It smelled like coffee, and there were snacks out on the counter, and everyone was talking in pairs or small groups. She should probably get to know her colleagues, but she also didn't mind the anonymity that came with observing everyone without engaging. She was good at that, and she'd spend too much time around people who needed to be in the spotlight all the time. As she reached for a donut with pink frosting, she saw a notice board across the room and went to take a look.

The hum of conversation around her was comforting as she read about a yoga class in the quad, alumni night, and a teacher appreciation banquet. Then her eyes caught on a single piece of paper with a plain black font. It wasn't flashy, and somehow it reminded her of a page from a favorite book.

WELCOME BACK FOR THE FALL SEMESTER, LADIES!

If you're interested in getting to know some other women who work on campus, let's meet for a friendly lunch on the first Tuesday of the term! Noon in the quad next to the weird tree.

Anna laughed. She knew where the quad was, but she wasn't sure which tree was the weird one. They actually all seemed a bit out of place to her since she wasn't used to living near palm trees. She started to skim a notice about how to recycle old textbooks, but she didn't get far before she was re-reading the one about meeting up for lunch.

If it was truly meant just for women, then it sounded kind of nice. She could eat her sandwich outside. She liked weird trees. The idea of having zero men around made it even more appealing. The last thing she wanted was to develop an interest in anyone right now. Or maybe ever again.

She took out her phone and snapped a picture of the page before checking the time and leaving with her donut. Twenty minutes later, with her class assembled before her in a small lecture hall, she cleared her throat and said, "Welcome to English 205. I'm Dr. Webber, and this semester we will be covering the classics."

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"You can do this. You'll be fine," Anna said as she walked slowly across the quad toward a palm tree that looked like it somehow started growing sideways about six feet up from the ground. "It's just some people."

But she wasn't good with people. Kevin had been quick to tell her that all the time. He liked to point out that she was awkward unless she was talking about literature or poetry or something from the New York Times bestseller list. Apparently she didn't know how to talk about normal things. Her hands started to sweat as she held onto her brown paper bag and can of ginger ale.

"Oh god," she groaned as she got a little closer. Truly, there was nothing to be afraid of. It was just two women smiling as they talked to each other with their lunches. But they were both beautiful. Like the kind of stunning girls that Anna was always afraid to talk to when she was a teenager. One was wearing a suit and high heels, and the other was wearing cute brown loafers and some tweed, and she felt like her own outfit looked awful now by comparison.

It wasn't too late to just walk past them and loop back toward her office and never try to socialize again. "Yes, let's do that." She nodded and picked up the pace a little bit. She could turn left at the weird tree and then maybe even make a run for it. "What are you doing?" she whispered, slowing down again. It was one thing to swear off men, but it wasn't going to be an enjoyable existence if she never tried to make a single friend here.

With a deep breath, she forced herself forward, and then soon two sets of eyes were on her. All she saw was matching smiles as she approached and said, "Hi. I'm Anna Webber. Is this the weird tree?"

"It's the weirdest tree I've ever seen," said the first woman as the other one jumped to her feet.

"Hi! Are you here for lunch?" she asked as she adjusted her glasses. "I told you someone would come," she whispered to the first woman before sticking her hand out. "I'm Jessica Reed! I work in the physics department, and this is my friend, and we are so, so happy you're joining us."

Anna smiled at how bubbly she was as she briefly shook her hand. "I just got here," she said with a wince. "I mean... it's my second day working here? I just got hired. In the English department. I'm teaching literature." God, could she sound like any more of an idiot right now?

But Jessica gasped in response. "Advanced Literature!" Then both women squealed, and soon the other one was introducing herself and talking about the math department and pointing out a building Anna had never been inside yet.

"It's silly, we know, but we kind of have code names for each other. I'm Advanced Calculus, and Jessica is Advanced Physics. You can be Advanced Literature. If you want." Now she looked a little uncertain while Jessica bounced in her high heels. "Wow, we sound like absolute nerds."

"We are nerds," Jessica confirmed with no shame as she looked at Anna. "I collect scientific journals. She uses math as foreplay with her husband. Do you want to eat lunch with us, Anna?"

Her response came with an ease that she hadn't felt in a long time. "Yes. Please." Then both women were shifting their lunches down and making room in the middle of the bench. Anna took a seat and watched Advanced Calculus pick a carrot stick out of the most beautifully organized lunch container she'd ever seen. She also had a tie dyed lunch box that was charming in a hideous way.

"How's your first week going?" Jessica asked as she bit into a delicious looking sandwich on fancy, multigrain bread. Anna knew she didn't fit in here at all as she pulled a plain turkey sandwich and some peanuts from her bag, but it was all she could afford right now.

"Well," she said with a sigh. "It's better than New Jersey."

Both women squealed again. "You're from the east coast!"

"Yeah," she replied as she opened her ginger ale. "I grew up in New Jersey. I went to college and grad school in New Jersey. I attempted to move to New York, and then somehow I ended up here." She left out the heartbreaking parts about Kevin, because he didn't really belong in a conversation where she was surprisingly kind of enjoying herself.

She learned the two women were from Massachusetts and Virginia, and that they both had PhDs from prestigious universities. They were both in committed relationships with naval aviators who also happened to work together. And both of the men loved packing their ladies lunches.

"Lucky," Anna muttered as she popped a peanut into her mouth and thought about the kitchen in her studio apartment. It was so small, it almost didn't exist. She was almost thirty and essentially still lived in a dormitory. How sad.

"Hey," Jessica said suddenly. "If you like peanuts, you'd probably love Chippy's!"

"What's Chippy's?" Anna asked curiously.

"Eww, no. Don't listen to Jess. Chippy's is a disgusting dive bar on the other side of campus."

"It's not disgusting! He just doesn't clean the floor."

Anna laughed. "I actually do love peanuts, but I'm not a big drinker." Then both women silently studied her, and she could feel heat rising in her cheeks. She'd said something wrong already. Of course things couldn't be this easy.

"Huh. You like ginger ale," said Advanced Calculus as she sat paused with a carrot stick halfway to her mouth.

Anna nodded as she said, "My... well, a guy I know used to make fun of me for being a ginger and loving ginger ale." She gestured to her auburn hair which was clipped up at the back of her head.

"Are you married? Or in a relationship?" she asked, and she finally bit into the carrot.

Anna didn't even have a chance to reply as Advanced Physics gasped on her other side. "You like peanuts. And ginger ale. How do you feel about men with glasses?"

"How do you feel about men with greenish blue eyes?"

"How do you feel about sweet men who blush?"

"Would you ever date a guy in the Navy?"

"Are you fond of beat up pickup trucks and country boys?"

"Do you want to come to the Hard Deck this weekend?"

Anna was starting to get whiplash as she looked back and forth between the two of them. "Wait, I'm sorry. What? I thought we were talking about a place called Chippy's?"

"We were. But now we're talking about a man called Bob."

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Omg omg omg. Okay, here we are with a story for our lovable Bob. Thanks for reading about the Sugarverse. I'd love to hear your thoughts. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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jenroses · 6 months

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Hey! Please feel free to ignore but you did say to ask you about masks :P the ones I've found that are multiple layers for max protection are really stiff, which squishes my face and leads to gaps. Do you have recommendations? Thanks!

I know that there's a lot of noise about elastomeric masks but for me they're a nonstarter because of the stiffness you talk about. I think it's important to understand that most of the 94-95 standard masks that actually meet that standard are going to be plenty good enough where most people are concerned. Is it possible to catch Covid with a mask on? Yes. I've done it.

Is it likely? No. I'm immune compromised. This isn't data, but our experience has been that a combination of masks, reasonable common sense and good filtration are enough that despite having a school-aged child, a husband who travels for conventions, and me, immune suppressed, with a college student living in our house, I have only had covid twice, the first time was an unfortunate collision of me going to a store at the wrong time where a clerk had both covid and the flu and gave them to me, and the other one involved a family member not using a mask at a public event while eating. Even then, when I caught covid and the flu at the same time and isolated immediately with filtration and everyone coming into my space being masked... not one other person in our house caught it, and when someone else caught it a year later, the only people who caught it were sharing sleeping spaces. Our roommates did not catch it, and everyone was masking from the moment of the first positive test. When my kid got half-assed about masking at school, he immediately got flu and strep at the same time. I pointed out that his lack of care about it could mean a lot of missed school for him and serious health impacts for both of us, and he started wearing a mask again, and did not get sick for the rest of the school year. He HATES the masks that go behind the head and wears Armbrust kn95 masks exclusively (dark blue, lol) And it's pretty clear that without the masks he was getting sick a lot and with he just...doesn't. He is wearing them all day except for lunch through full school days, so that says something. Armbrust will send little behind the head doohickies to keep them off the ears but he never uses them. At $2ish per mask they're not the cheapest but he uses one mask for multiple days so it's not too bad overall cost wise. They have kid sizing, but he's in the regular adult size now at 11. Now, I'll talk about Armbrust for a minute because I really like the company. On pretty much every mask they sell you'll see a video of one of their people reviewing the mask and going over testing data... but they ALSO have reviews of almost every other mask on the market, bad, good and in between, and if you find a mask on Amazon or something and want to know more about it, search the mask name and "armbrust" and the youtube video and product data page will pop up. I've found several special masks for very particular needs by looking through their database for combinations of breathability and shape that weren't even masks they sold. So if you are struggling, take a look at the database, eliminate "failed" masks, look for the ones that meet your needs and then watch the video to see what he says about them first. There are some VERY inexpensive masks out there that work very well, and some masks that are incredibly breathable or incredibly high filtration and a few unicorns that are both.

Now Hubby is okay with the same KN95 masks that our son likes but he exercises and his lungs get a little touchy sometimes so he needs maximum ease in breathing, so using that database I found Dr. Puri masks. Here's the Armbrust review. Here's the listing I found them on. Hubby LOVES them. He also prefers behind the ear. About $1.50 each.

I *hate* behind the ear with a hot hate, they bug me. But I can't just use one type of mask all the time because I have EDS and neck issues so pressure there can be awkward, plus I get short of breath sometimes anyway (history of pulmonary embolism that long predates covid) and I have sensory skin issues.

Bar none the most breathable mask I've ever tried, which also does not fog my glasses, is the Drager mask. These are soft, extraordinarily easy to breathe through, and have a unique strap that makes on/off very easy, and lets you pull the top strap and let it hang around your neck if needed. Unfortunately it has a VERY snug fit across the nose and leaves marks on my cheeks, or it would be perfect, but it's a good option, and possibly someone with a smaller face would have an easier time. These are possibly the best filtering and most breathable masks on the market, so for high risk situations this is the mask I would use. They filter 99.7% in testing. They're a little more expensive at about $1.25 per when I checked today. For a good intersection of fit and comfort, but a little less breathable, are the ACI N95 surgical respirator duckbills. These do not leave marks, don't fog much, good seal around the face, and the single most comfortable head strap I've ever seen. The fabric is very smooth, it is sensory good, but the breathability is not as high. It's not hard to breathe through, it's just not as easy as Drager or Dr. Puri. But... They could probably pass an N99 standard by Armbrust's testing, as they filter >99.4% of particulate, where the standard is 95%. These are also incredibly cheap. If you get their subscribe and save discount (you can do every 6 months) you can get 50 for $25, so 50 cents apiece.

All of these masks are pretty soft, easy to wear, and very good at what they do.

The TL:DR though.... The important thing is to find a mask that you will wear consistently and correctly every time you need it. A mask that hangs on your face and slips is not a good mask for you. A mask you hate so much you make excuses not to wear it is not a good mask for you. A mask that breaks easily or makes it hard to breathe so you end up taking it off is not a good mask. If what you have isn't working, there are LOTS of things that might.

Last Armbrust plug: THEY HAVE A SAMPLER PACK. You can buy a pack of a zillion different types and styles of mask and try a bunch! And order the one you like best! If you aren't sick, one sampler pack can be tried by the people in your household so everyone can figure out what works for them!

Also, I used to get sick very very often and now I just...don't. Not from contagious viruses, anyway. I don't understand why people are so cavalier about it. I've been sick less since 2020 than in any given six month period in my entire life. Despite being on immune suppressants.

#masks #face masks #n95 masks #covid isn't over

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bonny-kookoo · 2 months

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I need sweet tooth!Yoongi having a talk with jimin in front of MC where MC‘s in awe of how protective Yoongi gets of her. Pretty pretty please!

"What do you mean?" You hear Jimin speak in the kitchen.

The door to your room is slightly ajar, giving you the ability to listen in on what's being said downstairs, and much to your surprise, Yoongi seems rather.. intense in his tone of voice.

"I love you, I really do, and I do want to make this work-" He says, before there's a pause. "But fuck. Giving her away? Just because she's got some trouble adjusting to an honestly huge change?" He accuses, before Jimin's voice is heard again.

"But I'm not-" He sighs, pausing. "Yoongi, I wasn't going to give her away-" He starts, but the older male is not pacified with this.

"But what?" He asks. "You told me you love her, that you can't even imagine life without her, and yet you take it into consideration- and don't tell me you didn't." He says, and there's a pause.

You feel bad. You don't want them to fight just because of you.

"I didn't." Jimin says in a serious tone. "But I did think about.. Yoongi, what if she really does need therapy? I only want what's best for her." He almost whines, and there's some silence before Yoongi is heard again.

"Do you want that?" He asks, before he speaks once more. "Or do you just want an easy solution?"

You're caught off guard by Yoongi's confrontational attitude- not sure why he seems so passionate about this when all you did until now was piss him off and make his life chaotic as hell. Why does he have so much sympathy for you now?

"Yes she's a handful, yes she's stressing me out, and yes we don't see eye to eye most of the time but that's the thing-" The older guy reasons, "-everything changed for her. It's normal that she's going to hate it at first."

"Yoongi.." Jimin speaks, but he's not done yet.

"She's warmed up to Jungkook. She's become more independent, she's starting to actually try and put effort into this- just give her some fucking time." Yoongi presses on. "I know you don't like the fact that she's not all over you anymore, but you can't have it all, Jimin."

"I'm not.. but..-" The younger adult attempts, but fails at properly making his thoughts known.

"Everyone has to adjust. You too." Yoongi says. "And you can stop listening in on conversations." He suddenly addresses you, who's been slowly creeping down the stairs and closer to the kitchen, poking your head around the doorway. But the second you're called out, you're running back into your room again-

realizing only after your nap that the cat plushy you've been holding throughout your sleep looks a lot like Yoongi.

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hadeantaiga · 7 months

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anyway I love Haymitch and I while I completely understand why he didn't get as much attention in the books because he is not the main character,

I still think about him.

Guy hated the hunger games just like everyone else, but he doesn't even try to play by the rules. He is openly resentful and mocking of the whole affair from his first interview in the Capitol.

He tells Katniss and Peeta not to fight the stylists. I wonder how much trouble he gave his stylists. He must've been a nightmare.

Did he even have a mentor? According to the wiki, the prior District 12 victor won 40 years before he won his quarter quell. I'm betting she was dead. He had no one to help him.

So he goes into the arena and just. Avoids everyone almost completely. Allies up with the girl from his district, but truly does not "play the game". He just goes looking for the edge of the arena. And finds it. And exploits it. And wins.

The Capitol tries to control him after he wins, tried to sell him for sexual favors just like they later do to Finnick, but Haymitch refuses.

So The Capitol kills his entire family.

Downside is now they have no way to control him. Upside, they don't have to since he spends the next few decades trying to drink himself to death.

And then suddenly these two kids show up on the train and one is stupidly in love and the other is stubborn as hell and oh no he sees so much of himself in her, and suddenly there's a glimmer of hope in the haze of pain that has been his life.

And he manages to pull it off. District 12 wins. Not only does District 12 win, but they both live. But it doesn't fill his heart with joy. He sees the danger, probably saw it the second Katniss pulled out the berries. He knows she's in trouble because he was in trouble for "defying" the Capitol, too.

So he does everything he can to help them through the next few months, and then the disastrous mid-year District tour, and he knows it's hopeless. Who knows how long he's had connections to the rebels, but I'm convinced the failed District Tour, seeing 11 and the other districts starting to revolt - that pushes him fully into the resistance.

The choices he makes. We all see it from Katniss' point of view, through her lens of resentment at being used as a pawn and feeling powerless to all the adults in her life - the Capitol Gamemakers, President Snow, Haymitch, President Coin, etc.

Idk. I love Haymitch.

#the hunger games #haymitch abernathy

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hwanghyunjinenthusiast · 1 year

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Stress Relief

AN: I officially hate this man now. Fucking menace to society. Pretty much wrote this in a lustfilled frenzy lmao. I have pieces that have been my drafts for well over a month and, what does my brain decide to do? Vomit out Taehyun smut. Don't be shocked if you see a Beomgyu piece next. I have a lot of feelings about those two lately.

Synopsis: After a particularly frustrating workout session, your boyfriend is still very pent up. Fortunately for him, he has a girlfriend who will happily let him take it out on her. Heads up: Kang Taehyun x Fem! Reader, pwp, established relationship, Hard Dom! Taehyun, Sub! Reader, dirty talk, pet names, choking (f. receiving), facefucking (f. receiving), degradation (f. receiving), praise (f. and m. receiving), not titfucking but, Taehyun rubs his cock on Reader's boobs briefly, pussy spanking (f. receiving), unprotected piv sex, slight Possessive! Taehyun, slight objectification (f. receiving), overstimulation (f. receiving), creampie, very brief mention of blood due to nail scratches, and Taehyun gets off on seeing Reader's tears.

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

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Taehyun reminds himself not to slam the apartment door behind him. He's an adult. Adults don't slam the door just because they have a shitty day.

The apartment is silent. He guesses you're in the bedroom is proven correct when he sees you vegging out on your shared bed. You're completely focused on whatever it is you're doing on your phone and, you fail to notice him taking you.

Seeing you acts as somewhat of a balm for his anger.

You startle when he drops his gym bag onto the floor, "Hyunnie, when did you get back? You scared me."

"Just a bit ago," he responds, making his way over to you. He smiles when you let out a quiet oof as he rests himself on top of you, nuzzling into your neck as his hands familiarise themselves with your thighs.

He closes his eyes when your hands reach up to rub his back and fiddle with his hair.

"Not that I'm complaining, but what's inspired this?" You ask partly amused at your boyfriend and, partly concerned.

"What? I can't just cuddle my girlfriend?" He asks against your skin, privately taking great delight in how you shudder at his lips and breath against your skin.

"You absolutely can cuddle your girlfriend, but you tend to only do this when something upsets you or makes you mad," you retort, "you also usually take a shower straight after the gym so, I know you're probably mad mad."

Well, leave it to you to read him like the back of your hand.

"Just some fucking asshole at the gym. And dealing with that put me in a shit mood so, I couldn't focus on my workout," he responds darkly against your skin, not taking notice of his grip tightening.

"I'm sorry to hear that, baby," you say softly, massaging his scalp in the way you know makes him melt against you.

You would never revel in your boyfriend being upset, but a part of you always finds it insanely attractive when he gets angry like this.

"It's okay, you have nothing to be sorry for," he groans against your neck, pressing kisses against the skin there.

"Still, I don't like seeing you so upset," you respond, cupping his face and making him meet your lidded gaze.

Taehyun is a very observant man. You are not the only one who can read the other incredibly well.

"Really? Because the way you're looking at me right now would say otherwise," he muses. Before you can stutter out a response, he presses his lips against yours. Not giving you any opportunity to catch your breath, licking into your mouth immediately.

His grip on your thighs is bruising now as your hands fist the back of his shirt.

Your hips buck up into his when his teeth nip at your bottom lip, one of his hands coming up to ghost around your throat.

"Please," you whine out softly, pressing further into him for any sort of relief.

"Begging already? You're more into this than I thought," your boyfriend muses, rolling his hips into you, allowing you to feel the drag of his hardening cock.

"Yes, Tae, please. Want you. Need you," you gasp desperately, your eyes rolling in the back of your skull as his grip tightens around your throat.

If you're this reactive to him being angry, maybe he should come home like this more often, he muses. Dark eyes taking in your already blissed out face. Your begging going straight to his cock, pre-cum smearing his boxers.

"Yeah? What do you want, baby?" He coos lowly into your ear, licking at the skin just below it as he continues to grind into you.

"Want you to touch me please," you moan out, quickly being reduced to a quivering mess with every brush against your clit. Even through all your respective layers of clothing, your boyfriend was very precise.

"I am touching you," he responds with a condescending grin, pressing down harder on the sides of your neck briefly to illustrate his point.

You try your best to articulate what you want, your mind going completely hazy, "I want you to touch me directly, please. My tits or my pussy or both, please. I'll take anything."

Well fuck, how could he deny you when you sounded so pathetic and pretty?

Taehyun pulls away from you briefly, and any protests die on your tongue when he impatiently tugs on your oversized shirt, tossing it somewhere on your bedroom floor. He stills for a moment to take you in, your breasts jiggling slightly with each of your laboured breaths and your wetness leaving a noticeable dark spot on your panties. Licking his lips, he wasn't sure where he'd like to start.

"Could you take off your shirt too, please?" You ask him shyly, and something familiar and affectionate settles in his system. You still get so bashful sometimes, and he thinks it's one of the cutest fucking things in the world.

"Of course, baby," he responds, tugging at his shirt and tossing it haphazardly as well. He doesn't fail to notice how your gaze turns even darker, mouth slightly agape as you take in his bare torso like you're seeing it for the first time.

Taehyun finally settles on what he wants first.

"Stay like that, baby. I'm going to fuck your mouth," he says and your reaction to his words his immediately. Your breathing becoming heavier as your thighs try and fail to subtly rub together to alleviate some of the ache he knows has settled between them.

All you do is nod as you watching him begin to take off his sweats and boxers as well, his cock an angry red and impossibly hard as it smacks against his ridiculously toned abdomen.

You've never felt more empty in your entire life.

You continue to watch transfixed as your boyfriend moves to straddle you in all his nude glory, his cock mere centimetres away from your face.

"See something you want?" He asks smugly, reaching down to languidly stroke himself in front of you, moaning both from the raw pleasure of it all and the desire to put on a bit of a show for you.

And it seems like it's working if the whimpers from your lips and your inability to not squirm as you stay completely focused on his cock are anything to go by.

"Hyunnie please," you breathe out, hands gripping the sheets harshly as your arousal seeps onto your upper thighs now.

"Please what? You know you have to tell me directly what you want," he groans out, hips slightly fucking into his fist.

"I want you to fuck my mouth, please," you moan, meeting his eyes this time around so, he knows you're serious and fast approaching the point of breaking.

"Open your mouth for me," he orders in a tone that leaves no room for questioning, groaning as you comply immediately.

"Such a good, obedient, little fucktoy," he moans, rubbing the tip of his cock along your awaiting tongue.

Your panties stick to you uncomfortably now, the familiar, slightly salty taste of him going straight to your pussy. You whimper slightly at his words, clenching around nothing as they wash over you.

"You love being my fucktoy don't you, baby? My personal slut to use however and whenever I want," he continues, pushing his cock further into your mouth slowly, eyes lidded as he watches your spit begin to coat him and dribble down your chin.

He smirks that arrogant smirk of his when all you can do is moan in response at his words and the weight of him against your tongue. Taehyun starts to pick up speed, fucking into your mouth faster as his hands find purchase on the headboard, his grip harsh.

He watches you the entire time, curses spilling from his mouth every time he bottoms out and your nose kisses his abdomen. At the beginning of your relationship, you struggled so much to get used to his girth, but now? You take him like a pro. It's like your throat was built to take his cock, and he tells you as much.

"My perfect, little cockslut. You take me so well, baby. Could cum down your throat right now," he moans, the tears spilling down your cheeks on further adding fuel to the fire as he continues to fuck into your mouth.

As much as Taehyun would love to see you struggle to swallow his cum, he has other plans in mind so with much self-restraint, he eases his cock out of you. Taking sadistic pleasure in the way you struggle to catch your breath and sputter slightly.

"Why'd you stop?" You ask a little hoarsely, your face scrunched up cutely in confusion. Fuck, if you kept looking at him like that, he might just pick up where he left off and cover your face in his essence.

"As much as I'd love to fuck your throat until you can't speak, I have other plans in mind," he responds, voice laced with dark promise as he shuffles downwards and rubs his spit and pre-cum covered cock against one of your breasts.

God, he fucking loves your tits.

He watches as his cock leaves wet trails all over your skin, taking special attention to circle one of your nipples with the head of his cock. The way you shudder and mewl underneath only serves to further invigorate him.

Eventually, he shuffles further downwards until he's nestled between your delectable thighs. Lidded eyes taking in your ruined panties and the juices smeared at the tops of your thighs.

You're so fucking hot and you were all his.

"You're soaked and all I've done is let you suck my cock," he mutters, grabbing his cock once more and lightly tapping your panty covered centre with it.

"Taehyun please," you whine out, your hips involuntarily lifting up in search of more.

The gasp that flies from your lips leaves you breathless as he harshly spanks your pussy over your panties, eyes intense as they meet yours.

"What did I say about using your words?" He asks like you're an idiot, the condescension only making your walls ache more.

"Please fuck me, Taehyun," you manage to utter, trying your best to stay still and behave.

"So you do know how to use your words," he responds with an upward tilt of his lips.

His hands making quick work of your panties.

Even after all this time, Taehyun thinks he'll never get used to the sight of you bare, soaked, and swollen with arousal for him. His cock twitching incessantly against his stomach.

"Such a fucking pretty pussy," he groans and means every word of it, shifting closer so he can align himself with your entrance.

You grow shy at his words, turning your head to the side to avoid his piercing gaze.

"None of that," he says, gripping your jaw and making you meet his eyes once more.

"You have the prettiest pussy I've ever seen, Princess," he groans and you know he's being sincere. Still, you can't help the embarrassment that sometimes rises up inside you.

"Thank you, Hyunnie," you respond, turning your head to give his thumb a gentle kiss in a display of affection.

"If you keep being so cute, I might have to fuck you full of my cum," he says, beginning to sink into your tight, wet, scorching pussy.

He watches intently as your eyes roll into the back of your head, your thighs already quivering around him just from the sensations of him sinking into you.

Usually he makes sure to prep you more, his girth still being a little too much for you sometimes but, he was so high strung that he had to feel you around him immediately or, he'd likely lose his mind.

You don't seem to be complaining though.

"Hy-Hyunnie," you babble out already just from the feeling of him finally bottoming out inside of you. He's so hard and thick and brushes all the right spots inside of you that you wouldn't be surprised if you came on his dick minutes from now.

"My little cockslut," he groans into your ear, moving his hand from your jaw back to your throat as he begins to move.

Taehyun doesn't give you much of an opportunity to adjust because his pace is unforgiving from the get-go. Stretching you out thoroughly on his cock over and over and over again while his grip on your neck remains consistent, tightening from time to time.

All you can do is lie there and take it. Fingernails dragging down his muscular back and high-pitched sounds of pleasure coupled with his name spilling from your lips.

"You're so big," you gasp out, fresh tears spilling down your face as your boyfriend fucks into relentlessly.

The praise shoots straight to Taehyun's dick and he gives you a particularly brutal thrust as a reward, his hand moving from your neck to draw quick circles against your swollen clit, "Yeah? You love my big cock inside of you, don't you, Princess?"

Between his words and his cock and fingers it's no wonder your orgasm slams into you viciously. Everything seizing all at once as you grip his cock like a vice and fresh wetness gushes on both of your thighs and your sheets. Fingernails likely leaving red marks in their wake on his back, but neither of you can bring yourselves to truly care.

Taehyun watches you fall apart beneath him. Your face completely blissed out as he continues to fuck you and, touch your clit. Fuck, you feel fucking amazing and Taehyun finds himself chasing his own release now. Eager to join you.

"You're so fucking hot. So fucking sexy when you cum on my dick," he groans into your neck, messily kissing the skin there once more.

"Tae, w-wait. Too much," you breathe out, feeling overwhelmed by his unrelenting thrusts into you and his fingers which have not let up on your swollen clit, even while you try to deal with the aftershocks of your climax.

"Good fucktoys take whatever they're given," he rumbles against your skin, gritting his teeth as your walls attempt to milk him for his cum.

You've barely ridden out your first orgasm before the second grips you even more viciously. This time, you're sure you've drawn blood from your boyfriend's skin. Tears flowing down your face freely now as the overstimulation completely wrecks you.

That's when Taehyun feels himself seize up as well. Making sure to bury himself to the hilt inside of you as he floods your walls with his seed, hands moving to grip your thighs to ground himself all the while. Broken moans spilling from his lips freely as his hips twitch and weakly move against you as he rides out his own release.

You both feel like human puddles as you lay in each other's arms, catching your respective breaths. Your hands move to stroke his hair while his soothingly massage your hips and thighs.

"How're you feeling?" He asks you quietly, looking up at you and inspecting your face through his bangs to make sure he wasn't too much. A small smile blooms on your face at your boyfriend's concern. Cute. "I'm okay. A little sore but okay nonetheless."

"Okay, good. I thought I might've been a bit too much," he says, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder in-between words.

"No, you were fine. You know I can take it, Hyunnie. You're more than welcome to take your anger out on me at any time," you respond with a coy smile, playing with the ends of his hair.

"Don't tempt me," your boyfriend says with a tone that's mostly joking but, there's an edge to it.

You know you two just had sex but, you can't the want that sits low and heavy in your gut from his words and his voice.

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starrynini05 · 3 months

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help, I need somebody – ahn yujin x kim gaeul x 7th member!reader

Summary: your leader and your eldest would always be by your side, it’s never to late to ask for help

warnings: mentions of sickness, anxiety, vomiting, fever

tags: idol!au ; reader is '05 liner ; 7th member!reader ; platonic!gaeul x reader ; platonic!yunjin x reader

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort, sickfic

word count: 1.3k

a/n: WE ARE SOO BACK‼️‼️, I’m sorry for disappearing, but I’m officially a high school graduate and have time to write again, I hope you like this and expect more regular updates 🫶🏻

Your dynamic in the group was very simple, being, a year and a half older than Leeseo you were in between the youngest and the adults. Apart from you and Leeseo everyone was a legal adult, being more than 19 and already out of school.

You were in the rare middle between not being quite an adult, but not a minor either. With only 17 years of age you still were required to leave events early and go to school, while also being expected to have enough responsibility to fulfill your duties as an idol.

Although you were the second youngest, you were not as nearly as coddled as the maknae and you knew it was mostly your fault. You were added to the lineup really close to debut, being a transfer trainee from SM. This made you reserved and somewhat scared of your teammates, mainly because you were really nervous around new people, and shy in general.

And, even if you longed for that care, you were too shy to willingly ask for it. Now, in your dimly lit room, you lay awake tangled in the sheets, shaking. Your members fast asleep in their respective rooms, blissfully unaware of the turmoil brewing within you.

Earlier that week, yours and Leeseo’s school had canceled classes due to a virus going around. Both of you were thankful that neither of you had caught it, but now you weren't so sure. During practice, you felt more tired than usual and a dull ache had installed in your body, but you gave it no thought.

Now curled up in your bed, trembling and with what you were sure was a high fever, you regretted not saying anything earlier. Nonetheless, refusing to wake the others, you convinced yourself that you could sleep it off and wake up the next morning feeling better.

You had worked so hard to create a perfect facade, you were too embarrassed to let it falter. But, as time went on you only felt worse, transforming it into a relentless torment. Beads of sweat clung to your forehead as you debated whether to wake Yujin and Gaeul. Your heart thumped like a drum, the anxiety of disturbing their slumber almost as unbearable as the pain.

Finally, with a surge of determination, you mustered the courage to knock lightly on their shared room door. Inside the room, both Yujin and Gaeul woke up confused as to why someone was bothering them at 2 a.m. Confusion turned into worry, and Yujin hurried to the door with concern. She was surprised to see you standing there, your usual calm demeanor replaced by an ashen hue of unease.

You cleared your throat, adjusting your posture so you wouldn’t look as fragile as you felt in front of her, at least. You hated looking fragile in front of anyone, let alone them. They were your elders and you didn’t want them to think of you as someone fragile or weak. Sensing your hesitance she broke the silence first “Is everything okay?" she asked, the concern in her voice genuine.

Even then you wanted to resist but she was looking at you with such caring eyes, and you just felt so tired. You sighed in defeat, not quite looking at her face, your voice barely audible as you responded, "I... I'm not feeling well." Yujin's eyes widened, her concern replacing any hint of amusement she might have felt at your shyness. "What's wrong?" she asked while motioning for you to enter the room and lay in her bed.

Your voice trembled with pain while you explained your symptoms, failing to see the frown on her face at your sudden drowsiness. With a tired groan, she helped you lay on the bed, placing her hand against your forehead. As she was about to comment on your high fever you suddenly jolted, a sudden wave of nausea dawning over you. You barely had time to run into a nearby trash can before you were violently sick. Gaeul, who was almost falling asleep, was now wide awake, hearing your retching sounds. She quickly got up and ran to your side, holding your hair back and rubbing your back soothingly. "Hey, hey, it's okay. You're going to be fine. Just breathe, alright?" she whispered, trying to calm you down.

Your face was flushed, your body trembling as you leaned over the bin. You felt tears sting your eyes as you emptied your stomach, feeling miserable and weak. You hated being sick, especially in front of them. You didn't want to bother them or make them worry about you. You wanted to be strong and independent, like they were. But right now, you couldn't help but feel grateful for their presence and support.

When you finally stopped throwing up, you leaned back against the bed, feeling exhausted and dizzy. Yujin handed you a glass of water and a wet towel, helping you clean your mouth and face. "How long have you been feeling like this?" she asked, her voice gentle but stern. You hesitated, not wanting to admit the truth. "Um... around 1 hour ago, I guess." you lied, hoping they wouldn't notice.

They did. Yujin and Gaeul exchanged a look of disbelief and disappointment. "An hour ago?" Yujin repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Are you sure? Because we saw you looking pale and tired during practice, and you barely ate anything at dinner. And you didn't say anything to us. Why didn't you tell us you were sick?"

You felt a surge of guilt and shame, knowing you had been caught. You lowered your eyes, avoiding their gaze. "I... I didn't want to bother you. You have so much to do, and I didn't want to be a burden. I thought I could handle it on my own. I'm sorry." you mumbled, feeling small and pathetic.

Yujin and Gaeul sighed, shaking their heads. They moved closer to you, wrapping their arms around you in a warm hug. "You're not a bother, or a burden, or anything like that. You're our friend, our teammate, our family. We care about you, and we want you to be happy and healthy. You don't have to handle everything on your own. You can always ask us for help, or tell us how you feel. We're here for you, no matter what. Do you understand?" Yujin said, her voice soft and sincere.

Gaeul nodded, adding her own words of comfort. "Yeah, what she said. You're amazing, and talented, and beautiful, and we love you so much. You don't have to hide your feelings or pretend to be okay when you're not. You don't have to be perfect, or strong, or anything else. You just have to be yourself, and that's enough for us. You're enough, okay?"

You felt a wave of emotion wash over you, making you choke up. You couldn't believe how lucky you were to have them in your life, how much they cared about you, how much they accepted you. You nodded, feeling a smile tug at your lips. "Okay. Thank you. I love you too." you said, hugging them back.

They smiled, kissing your cheeks and forehead. "You're welcome. We're glad you're feeling better." they said, tucking you in the bed. "Now, you need to rest. We'll stay with you until you fall asleep, and then we'll call the manager and the doctor in the morning. Don't worry about anything, we'll take care of everything. Just focus on getting well, alright?"

You nodded, feeling a wave of relief and gratitude. You closed your eyes, feeling their warmth and love surround you. You drifted off to sleep, feeling safe and secure in their arms. You knew you had nothing to fear, as long as they were with you. You knew you had found your home, with them.

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lovelytsunoda · 8 months

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crying over it all // clement novalak

summary: there are few things in this world more mortifying than failing your drivers test when everyone else your age has a license. it’s made even worse when your boyfriend is a racing driver

pairing: clement novalak x female reader

warnings: reader fails her driving test, which leads to significant self loathing, clem is just trying to be supportive and god I need someone like him right now

authors note: guess who failed her drivers test 🙃 I’ve rebooked it but now I have to commute by way of three buses to my college campus :( and don't even get me started on field placement...i wish i had never left it this long but at this point i need to trust to process and find some sort of way to move past it.

“I’m sorry, but you will need to retake your road driving test. I understand that’s not what you wanted to hear, but you need some more practice. you can see the full list of mistakes inside.”

it had been twenty minutes since she’s heard those words, and she still felt shaky on her feet. her hands had shook and tears fell down her face as she went inside, taking a number and waiting in a notoriously long dmv line to admit to the woman at the desk that she needed to rebook her test.

she didn’t want clement to see her like this, utterly defeated and trying not to scream her lungs out as she watched four teenagers in line in front of her get their licenses.

she was twenty one, for god sakes. she should have been driving by now.

she was sitting on the wooden bench, slouched I gracefully and letting the tears fall as she played with her car keys when clement found her.

what was the point of even owning a fucking car if she couldn’t drive it?

“oh, love." clem frowned, feeling his own stomach sink when he saw how distraught she was. "i take it that things didn't go well."

"could you tell?" she sobbed, trying to wipe her eyes. "was it that obvious? i hate myself, clement. how is it that i can't do something that pretty much everybody my age has been able to do since they were sixteen."

his heart ached as he heard her words. he'd passed his test on the first try, and he drove things for a living, so he's never really thought about what it must have been like for her, having to bum rides off her friends and family or to be bound to the transit schedule. while she was in college, it hadn't been the biggest deal, although it was a minor inconvenience. now that she would be working full time, the stakes were higher.

"i'm sorry, pretty girl." he frowned, pulling her closer, allowing her rest her head on his shoulder. "but you can take it again, and you know what you did wrong, right?"

"i start work next week, clem. i've looked up the commute and if i take public transit, it's almost two hours each way. and i feel like i'm a burden by constantly asking people for rides, or telling them that if they can't pick me up, we can't hang out. hell, my mother had to drive to my first date with you!"

clem chuckled at the memory, the image of a frazzled y/n stepping out of her mother's suv and frantically scanning the parking lot for clement. moments later, her mother had insisted to getting out of the car and introducing herself to clem. y/n thought that she would combust then and there.

"your mother loves me!"

"yeah, but imagine being a grown-ass adult and still having to get your mother to drive you to appointments because you don;t want to chance the bus route not aligning with your appointment time? i feel like my grandmother, and she's ninety, clement. she had her license revoked because she has cataracts."

"i know it hurts right now, but you are never a burden, y/n. your friends love having you in the car when they drive. hell, i feel like i drive better when you're next to me. i don't mind driving you places, you know. it means that i get to spend more time with you."

she smiled at the gesture, turning to allow clem to cup her chin and wipe some of her tears away. her face was flushed, eyes red and puffy. she couldn't shake the idea that she might have made a scene inside the testing center.

"i know. i just wish i could be more independent. transiting gives me so much fucking anxiety. i went over the curb when i three=point-turned and an old lady on a mobility scooter started yelling at me."

"but you never go over the curb."

"exactly! i think i was nervous, when i practiced the route with my dad, there were never any cars on the road. and i think after that happened, i got into my head and it screwed everything else up. i'm such a fuck up. i feel like i've let everybody down, especially you, since you helped pay for my fucking car."

'"hey, hey, don;t talk like that. you'll get it. i promise you. you know jenson button didn't pass his road test on his first try, right?"

she snorted, sitting up straighter, but still clutching clem's hand. "did he really?"

"yeah, and i think lando failed as well."

"yeah well, i've seen how lando drives. that doesn't surprise me at all."

having a laugh seemed to help, and at least now if people mwere staring at her it was because of the f2 driver sitting next to her, not because she was a grown woman who still couldn't drive and decided to cry about it, and then fling her keys onto the grass.

"i have some plans i might have to move around, and then i need to call my parents, and then my dad can take me out to practice a bit more but i have to trust that when i take it again in october, something goes right. because i know exactly what i fucked up."

she moved to get up from the bench, clm following closely behind as she shamefacedly handed him the keys to her volkswagen. well, the volkswagen now, since she couldn't drive it without someone who'd had their license for five years present.

"i'm proud of you for trying. i know that this was something you put off for a long time because of your anxiety, and even though it didn't work out, at least you tried." clem encouraged, his arms comfortably slung around her shoulders as she laced her fingers with his. "hey, it could be worse. you could have had your dad drive you here."

"clement, don't even joke!" she laughed. "you know that i hate taking transit, and that i don't always feel safe going places alone."

"i know. and if you ever feel unsafe, or too anxious to function, or just like you want to see my gorgeous face, call me. as long as im in the country, i will come and get you. and if im not, i'll send someone i trust."

"like who? max fewtrell? his driving is worse than landos."

clem snorted. "i meant ria. or pietra.

"thank you, clement." she sighed, leaning into him as he unlocked the car. "i love you."

"i love you more, pretty girl." he kissed the top of her head softly. "it will all work itself out, love. just you wait. and then you'll be the one driving me places."

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ineffectualdemon · 2 years

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The reason I find Shang Qinghua so fascinating is because his life is terrible and familiar

What little facts we learn about his pre transmigration life is:

1. He was estranged from both his parents as they were much more invested in their new families

2. Because of that it's implied he was neglected. We only know for sure that while his dad paid his tution and living expenses he often "forgot"

3. He ended up writing proclivity based on what the comments liked or disliked because he was pandoring as it was his main source of income and because of that

4. He deliberately farmed hate comments because that was still engagement

But what we can infer about his life from the other characters is so much more

Luo Binghe: Luo Binghe is constantly hurt as a child by adults and people in authority who should be taking care of him. So he has attachment issues, trust issues, and in the original novel ends up in a lot of meaningless heterosexual sexual encounters that are devoid of emotional depth but let him play caretaker and accept affection as shallow as it can be. He also spends a good portion of his existence in dreams

Luo Binghe is obviously a self insert power fantasy. Through him Shang Qinghua was able to get revenge on those who hurt him and be powerful. But because Shang Qinghua (who may or may not have known he was gay) was filling his novel, that he has once dreamed of being art, with sex to please a bunch of straight men...no wonder the sex was devoid of emotion and left Luo Binghe as fundamentally hollow inside unable to fill the void in his soul. Because while PIDW paid the bills it was emotionally unsatisfying to Shang Qinghua

Luo Binghe is also written to be manipulative and I think that's a dark version of Shang Qinghua's need to fill a role and be what people need of him

Which brings us to:

Yue Qingyuan: Yue Qingyuan always has a smile on his face and strives to be pleasant and to fix problems between other people even when he's rejected for it and he constantly is failing to reach those he really needs to. Too afraid to speak his truth even as he has a sword of Damocles hanging over his head

This is the the other side of Shang Qinghua's people pleasing. This is a child who feels he has to fix his parents divorce and feeling like it's his fault. This is Shang Qinghua never feeling good enough

Original Shen Qingqiu: Shen Qingqiu is able to be the petty spiteful bitch Shang Qinghua always wanted to be. Shang Qinghua in canon often mutters spiteful hate filled comments towards those who treat him bad but he doesn't often say it to anyone directly until the ascension. Because Shang Qinghua doesn't feel he can get away with it

Shen Qingqiu is also a conduit for the rage I'm sure Shang Qinghua has towards his half siblings. Those are ugly feelings that he can't express to the people in question. If you've been hurt and deprived and you see someone getting what you needed but never had, well it fills you with anger at the innocent party.

It's possible to swallow that rage down and recognise it's not the fault of the person recieving what you needed. But it's an ugly emotion that has to go somewhere. And I think all of Shang Qinghua's ugly feelings like that pre transmigration went to Shen Qingqiu

Shen Qingqiu can be spiteful and two faced and elegant and nasty in a way Shang Qinghua couldn't be. Which is why he had a complicated backstory

Mobei Jun: we know he's Shang Qinghua's ideal man. Both in what he's attracted to (whether he realises it or not when he wrote him) and what he wants to be

So what does that tell us?

It tells us Shang Qinghua wants to be strong and he wants to not feel

He wants to take the trauma of his childhood and close off from the pain he feels

He wants to be ice. He wants to be stoic and unbothered and strong enough that pain doesn't reach him

Now we know that Mobei Jun in SVSSS does have feelings he's just very bad at expressing them. But to Shang Qinghua he's endlessly cool and untouched and untroubled

We learn so little of Shang Qinghua directly but because he's author of the world and from ways he reacts to characters and situations we can infer so much

And he's so hurt and lonely and lacking in self worth

And yet the narrative doesn't get any kinder to him. Post transmigration he is bullied by the system and by his peers and by Mobei Jun and he's always fighting for survival

Because both lives have been about "smile, do what you're told, survive"

But his extras end with his ideal character protecting him, treating him kindly, and agreeing to make him noodles. And Shang Qinghua feels safe enough in that moment to be demanding and ask for what he wants!

And anyone who has been neglected and emotionally abused can tell you that asking for what you want is a big fucking deal

I will have been married 18 years this November and I still cannot tell my husband (who is great) what I would like for dinner half the time because in my head I am not allowed to ask for stuff (I'm working on it)

Shang Qinghua goes through so much shit (and we don't even learn his name from his first life)

But his happy ending is him finally asking for something for himself and getting what he asked for without complaint

And what he's asking for is what killed him

He's so interesting and I can't get over how much is there but hidden in the other characters

#svsss meta #svsss #shang qinghua #character study #moshang #long post

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nekura-haru · 3 months

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I want to move out so bad. I'd thought I'd wait more, but I don't even know what I'm waiting for.

I'm very suicidal at this point. I really can't see hope anywhere. I'm basically caged in my parents' house. I'm a girl, 23 years old. Restricted from work.

I repeated final year of high school and failed to get a diploma twice. Since then I've just stayed home, doing absolutely nothing but exist, and spend someone else's money. I live in a big family. My parents + my 5 siblings. My eldest brother being the one who spend on us, his younger sisters (i am the youngest) Unlike me, all of my sisters have diplomas. I'm the only one without it. I'm deemed stupid by my parents, and I've been told that I'm not worthy of being a working adult, I'm too useless to be able to make my own money. My parents complain 24/7 about having to spend on basic necessities, as if their children weren't their choice.

I've been told 'if you want to live your life the way you want, then get out of this house' that made me feel suffocated. Because my father knew, by all means, I had 0 ways of making money, therefore I can't escape. He believes that we, as his daughters, should stay at his house to serve him, like his fucking housemaids. Make his bed, give him his clothes after he takes a shower, clean after him, do his laundry, make him food on time, and SHOULDN'T be too tired, because we have to be "his joy and bliss" and keep him company while eating. And we shouldn't dare ask anything from him.

So far I believe he'd been the meanest to me. Because he does listen, and doesn't disrespect my sisters as much as he does to me. It breaks me, pains me and hurts me day by day, each word of his pierce through me like a damn bullet to my heart. I believe I don't deserve this. It feels like a nightmare to think I'm going to grow old, and my life is going to end while living inside these same four walls, living for the sake of someone else's happiness, while using someone else's money.

I want to move out. So bad. I want to work. I just want to work. And make my own money, and just feel basic happiness.

Some of you might say 'i am living the dream' i am living in prison. You have no idea. You have no idea how bad it feels. To be caged and suffocated, at the mercy of someone else's money, being badmouthed on a daily basis, being forced to put on this happy face and serve that same person who hates my entire existence.

The only way they'd accepted (because they have no logic) to see me working is doing art commissions. It's never consistent, very unstable, I had just started trying to build my own platform, it has been going well for instagram and tiktok, but it's probably gonna require thousands of followers to be able to get commissions. I've only managed to get some through reddit, which i am very very thankful for. However I'm thinking of giving up. This whole life. I dream of saving up some money so I can move out, from then I won't need money desperately as I would already find a job. (Which, yes, there's PLENTY jobs that don't require high school diplomas. My parents are just devaluing me as a human so that they keep me in their house.)

I had never thought I'd do this in my life, but I would at least try, before I commit. I'm in no way threatening or trying to manipulate anyone to sympathize with me. This is my honest feeling. I can't help feeling depressed and suicidal, and it's no one 's fault but my family's. I'm not trying to make anyone feel guilt for not helping. I couldn't help anyone either, so I really understand.

I know there are people with worse situations out there, that still doesn't make mine any better. All bads are bad.

You can guess by now what's the thing I hate the most in my life. You guessed right. It's being spent on. Being forcibly spent on for 4 years now is pure trauma. I don't want anyone else's money. I desperately want to work, I want to make my own money. So I don't feel like I'm leeching off of someone, or feel like that I'm useless and worthless as they keep telling me everyday.

Even though it's a donation /fundraising site, I would love very much to draw for you if you'd like to send me money. Even if it's only $5, I can draw simple and cute things for you.

-I can draw Chibi, very simple or full render, ranges from $5 ~ $15 -I can draw headshots, bust up, half body, full body Sketches or cell shaded, or full render, ranges from $15 ~ $80 -I can draw backgrounds, price usually depends on how complex it is, but starts from $20 -I can draw multiple people, couples, children or adults, male or female or enbies -I can draw suggestive art / nudity / just not full nsfw (my family members can see me when I'm drawing so I do it sneakily) -I can do character designs / character sheets. I would love to do Vtuber models once I get the hang of it. -If someone find my art interesting enough, I'm open to drawing manga/webtoon art since I've devloped the skill to draw multiple things at a fast pace.

I don't even know if anyone is going to read this, or if this is going to reach anyone, but won't hurt in trying. I don't have a certain goal in mind. My country is very poor, so $1 equals about ×3.7 in my country's currency. For now I'm aiming to save up few hundreds, so I would love to draw bigger arts.

This is my ko-fi

I would appreciate it a lot if you reblog so that other people find this post, it's okay if you don't

Here's examples of my art

#fundraiser #donations welcome #Donations #ko fi commissions #queer artist #toxic parents #toxic household #signal boost #signal b00st #please help #need help #I don't even know #need money #Donation post #mutual aid #donate if you can #help if you can

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goddness-lunafreya · 5 months

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Headcanon Astarion — Going to meet Tav's parents!

I imagine him being reluctant, after all, why do something like that? They are adults, there is no need! But Tav insists, he wants his parents (and/or other relatives) to meet their beloved!

So Astarion goes, trying to disguise as much as possible that he is a vampire. Your skin pale? Just lack of sun! Red eyes? Beautiful, right? But they are normal! What about the neck mark? Well, exist no. He would try to use all his manipulation to disguise it as much as possible. Sure, he hated lying to Tav's parents, but saying something like "I'm a vampire and I feed on your child." is horrible!"

Astarion was sweating more than he had in all his years as a vampire. If he had a heartbeat, he would be in overdrive. What if they didn't like him? What if they disapproved of everything? What if Tav left that night feeling sad? Gods, Astarion never got to meet his targets' parents!

He would reuse his magistrate vocabulary again, to give it an air of high education. Astarion would hold back from praising Tav indecently, like he always does.

If the subject of family or children comes into talk, Astarion and Tav avoid it! At most they say vague things, like Astarion having brothers and sisters.

How did they two meet? A fantasy was invented on the subject. Ignoring the tadpoles, the manipulation, the deadly fights... What? Deadly adventure? No, no, I met him here in town!

He would eat homemade food, liking the taste, but knowing that it didn't satisfy him. And what's worse, he's thirsty. After dinner, with everyone talking, he would pull Tav, saying:

"Darling, I don't mean to be indecent, but my thirst..."

One of Tav's relatives appeared with some appetizer, with a strong smell of garlic... Astarion put his hand over his mouth, holding it so as not to vomit what he ate. Tav would be cunning and say that their beloved is feeling a little sick and lead him outside to get some fresh air.

The parents obviously wouldn't understand anything. But Astarion would feel relief and be able to breathe again. And then he would look at Tav... It was time for him to have his meal!

The night would end strangely, Tav's parents wouldn't understand why their child was so exhausted out of nowhere. But they were happy to see they again.

Leaving the house, Astarion would say:

"We'll never do that again Tav! At least not until the wedding..."

"Wedding?? Astarion? Do you want to marry me? You know that then our parents will pick on us!”

"I know, I know. But come on, they're not bad... Let's just prepare ourselves first... I enjoyed meeting them. Now I know where you got your humor from."

"Damn Astarion... One day they'll find out..."

"It's okay, until then, let's try to make them like me enough so they won't be sad about hiding it from them! It's a simple plan."

"Your plans always fail..."

"Always? But mine worked for you..."

Tav blushed, damn, Astarion was good at what he did!

In the end, perhaps the impression Astarion made wasn't that bad.

(Comments and your opinions are always welcome. You can post your ideas for this fic. ❤️❤️)

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion x tav #baldurs gate 3 #astarion headcanon #astarion headcanons #tav headcanons #bg3 headcanons #astarion meets tav's parents #random fic ideas #astarion romance #tav x astarion

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compassionatereminders · 3 months

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Hey Kat. I fucked up real bad and now it's going to turn into a massive, expensive mistake and I'm terrified. Basically I've always struggled with brushing my teeth. I have autism and it's my biggest sensory issue, I can't stand the feeling of the bristles, or the sound brushing makes. Even plain, kids toothpaste and mouthwash are too strong flavours for me and toddler toothbrushes are still too big for my mouth. It's overall just a miserable, painful experience for me. Combining this with severe depression (no motivation to brush my teeth) and psychosis (thinking the tap water's acid so not wanting to go near it) means I have severely neglected my teeth as an adult, now that I'm no longer 'made' to do them regularly like I was as a child. Despite not being to the dentist in 7 years, my family decided it was finally time for me to go, as I've been in pain for a week or so, a tooth at the back cracked and left a sharp bit, and a chunk of one tooth fell out a year ago and they're worried about possible infection. And they're only the VISIBLE issues. I just...I'm so fucking angry at myself rn. Like this is my fault. I know that. I'm so annoyed that I can't just brush my teeth regularly like so many other people do. That I didn't just push through the pain and do them anyway to avoid all this. Because now it's going to cost literal thousands to fix and I'm STILL going to hate brushing them anyways, so I should have just done it in the first place, you know? Just the thought of going to the dentist though makes me absolutley terrified. Bright lights? Centre of attention? Being touched by strangers? The feeling of metal scraping on my teeth? (I use plastic cutlery for this exact reason) I just don't know how I'm going to cope. Sorry for the rant. I'm just scared.

I totally understand that this is a scary and serious situation, but I fail to see how it's your fault that you're autistic and have severe sensory issues and why you should feel guilty and blame yourself as if you simply didn't care to brush. Because clearly there is no "just" about dental care for you... ❤️

#chat with kat #teeth tw #dentist tw #health risk tw #internalized ableism tw

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chaotic-toby · 5 months

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☆ Billy Lenz hating his hypersexuality ☆

(TW: Brief mention of CSA. Well, its not mentioned but it is eluded to. Hypersexuality? Billy hating himself immediately after touching himself, Billy being Billy. A mental breakdown?)

This is just a short thing inspired by how I am feeling right now. This contains sexual things in it, so 18+ people only (it feels so weird to say that. I'm not used to being an adult yet)

Billy panted loudly as he turned off his makeshift vibrator-- something he found in the attic that was definitely not made with sexual intent in mind, but desperate times calls for desperate measures, and Billy had been extremely desperate. It had been what seemed like forever since he last masturbated, and the feeling was eating him up inside. A burning sensation in his core that could only be extinguished by a satisfying climax.

He was definitely satisfied now. Within the span of probably around an hour and a half (he wasn't keeping track of time), he had came five or six times, all with a great build up with an even sweeter release.

Billy shoved the vibrator back into the massage toy and threw it somewhere. The attic was quiet, as well as the rooms under it-- all the sorority girls were gone for some kind of lunch, so now he was left with his thoughts. Every time he masturbated, Billy couldn't help but think about it, analyzing everything he did, how he felt, what he thought of, without a fail. Laying there, Billy bit his lip as a wave of shame came over him. After what had happened to him, how could he enjoy sex or anything sexual? He should despise sex, not embrace it. Yet, here he was. Jerking off on the floor of some dusty attic that needed a serious deep clean.

"Filthy Billy..." The man whispered to himself, hands going up to tug on his hair, "Filthy Billy. Filthy Billy. Disgusting... Filthy Billy. You know what you did."

He was slowly getting louder as he spoke on, his breathing picking up as well. He started making pig noises, "Nasty pig. You're such a nasty pig. Don't tell them what I did!" Billy kicked the nearest thing to him, which happened to be the birdcage. He was such a disgusting freak.

This was the last time he would ever touch himself ever again!

Was what he said last time and the time before and so on and so on...

#being asexual and hypersexual is a pain #the shame i feel #i am hardcore projecting #tw csa implied #hypersexuality #trauma #billy lenz #black christmas 1974 #black christmas #slashers #slasher fandom #slasher community #horror #billy being billy

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keep-looking-to-the-sky-me · 11 months

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ok so I've been shipping sidlink for years now and been in the zelda fandom for longer(fandom since 12, shipping since 16) so I'm used to seeing bad faith takes trying to explain why a ship between two adults who aren't related is "problematic" but "if you don't ship z/elink your a misogynist" is definitely the newest and most disheartening.

out of all of my LITERAL YEARS of shipping these two I haven't once seen a post bashing zelda or another female character. Even with the interruption of Yona I haven't seen much hate, sure there has been somethings here and there but for the most part everything's been chill.

what I wish people would do is analyze racism and sexism on the Gerudo, discussing how although link is gender androgynous in botw it comes at the price of orientalism, and how Zeldas powers being connected to birth right calls into question how much sexual agency she has. not you know....trying to prove moral failings based on what you ship(sidenote, please don't read this line and think im p/ros/hip I got beef with yall but that's for another post)

what I have seem instead was toxic z/elink stans putting sidlink hate directly in the ship tags. I can't look up sidlink on here and especially twitter without seeing a post saying that if you ship them you're a pedo when I haven't seen this behavior for all my years I've been shipping. only in the last year that I've seen it. I personally think the problem is (that isn't unique to z/elink) is that fans feel the need to feel justified when hating a ship, it isn't enough to just not vibe with it, there has to be a valid reason. so instead of ignoring it they come up with reason why liking something that's completely fine is a problem. so they come up with a reason like pedo are most recently misogyny. I don't like z/elink but I would never try to make a moral reason as to why.

you can understand sexism in zelda, and fandoms as a whole without shipping the main girl character. infact I would argue its more sexist to imply you can only understand a female character only when they're with a man. so if your gonna callout non-z/elink shippers for misogyny can I also callout z/elink stans for internalized homophobia with their weird need to nitpick every mlm ship?

#rant #ok to interact #ok to reblog #this is kinda a reply to a self proclaimed ceo #but mainly about stuff I've seen in general #mainly from new fans #sidlink #also don't yell at me ill c**#this is getting tagged #zelink #too because it shows my point better #legend of zelda #totk #tears of the kingdom #my post

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dreamerwitches · 1 month

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I have mixed feelings on the witches, I'm gonna go through them all.

Renata and Ren: It just doesn't feel like the minor bits match up. There's too many bits that are just slightly too different. Like the screen shape and the bone colour and style. Am I being nitpicky? It just doesn't feel like the witch and doppel are linked. Or that they wanted to make this design for the witch and didn't really care that it didn't look like her doppel. I suppose I like how the witch is more organised than the doppel cause my gripe with it is that it feels a little like the parts don't mesh well. Like, what is going on with that pink bit it does not work. On its own, the witch is good. Fine, pretty, but a little bland and simple. As a design taking from the doppel, I think it kinda fails. Too much was changed.

Cyan and Hinano: Ehhhhhhhhhh I think they just made her worse?? Like, there's so little changed cause the doppel is so witch-like anyway but the changes they did do make her look worse XT the bright tubes are ugly and I dont understand the moth-ear-thing additions. Also the skirt is worse too lol. I miss the gas mask though I understand if that was added for Hinano but you can keep it on the witch c'mon! It's just like they removed all the best parts...

Don Rocinante and Sasara: Ehhhhhhhh here we go again. It looks stupid. C'mon she looks so stupid. Not in an uncanny, scary way, she looks so dumb. I included the doppel attack where she does get legs and that was silly but not as much as this one. Otherwise so little is changed mehhhhh. I liked the doppel so you kinda ruined her for me, thanksssss

Shalimar and Emiri: This is one I'm on the fence on. Design on its own, I really like. She's spooky and weird and the colours are great. I have to main issues. 1) does a 13 year old need such a sexual feeling witch and 2) does she link to her doppel well. The thing with curvaceous or sexualised witches is ones like Roberta I know are okay cause she was in her 30s when she became a witch. You could say some like Candeloro are sexualised cause she's got the booba and stick thin waist, it's kinda hard to deal with... I'm also finding it hard to judge cause I don't know if it suits Emiri, I don't know her character very well. So we'll just move on. If I drew it I would make her less adult-looking My other thought when looking at her beside her doppel was 'if this doppel came from this witch I would hate the fact it uses so little of the witch'. So switching it around, im a little mad they used so little of the doppel. It's like they had the idea for the body and wanted to use it and were like 'oh yeah! the doppel!' so stuck it on as a tail... Also the flower things on the doppel arent in the witch at all ughh. If she was just a new witch on her own id love her...

Vayu and Shizuku: Wow! One I actually finally like now! I think she looks super beautiful, the additions work! But she's not perfect... Just like Emiri and Shalimar, I don't see the doppel working if the witch came first. Why is her handbag now the head? It feels like the teapot(?) head on the witch came out of nowhere. But it's nowhere near as bad as Shalimar. She might be my favourite. I've always been 50/50 on Vayu and she improves that score.

Aodamo and Natsuki: This one's a bit boring... it just feels like they stuck on some additions and called it a day. I think if she was stood up straight I'd like her more... Love the teeth on the horn thing. Skirt is fine. Legs look awkward. Sad they removed her puffy sleeves, doesn't make sense as why the doppel would add that aspect.

Overall, it is a little annoying how clearly some of these are just super easy asset copies of the doppels with no effort put in... I think that's fine for say, Vayu as I think the doppel incorporation makes sense. She's a four legged beast so Shizuku is now riding her. But ones like Don Rocinante, Cyan and Aodamo seem like 5 minute attempts. I'm disappointed. Happy to see witches though, I'm only critical because I care about witches being good

#doppel #magia record #don rocinante #cyan #vayu #aodamo #shamilar #renata

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