#these texts are entirely too much fun to create
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SO HOT YOU'RE HURTING MY FEELINGS
| you and abby broke up a month ago, she creates a plan to get you back.
| wc: 3.5k
| content warnings: 18+ MDNI! set in modern day, alcohol, f!reader, strap usage (reader receiving), oral (reader receiving), pet names, abby's a little mean if you squint, a bit angsty, barely proofread.
| a/n: inspired by the song 'so hot you're hurting my feelings' by caroline polachek
You didn’t know much, but you did know one thing; Abby Anderson shouldn’t be messed with. You two had broken it off over a slight argument, you didn’t understand why she couldn’t see your side of the story and accept that you weren’t flirting back with her teammate. When you two had the argument over it, the floodgates opened, and you and Abby had laid it all out on the table. By the end of it, you had stormed out of her apartment and went back to yours, finalizing the breakup with a text. You hadn’t talked to her since. The ‘we’re over’ text had been left on read for over a month.
It didn’t stop the hurt though, you looked back through the messages everyday, even though they made you slightly cringe now. It had all been so simple. You spent every second together, and when you weren’t together, there were hundreds of texts to make up for it. You honestly didn’t know how you were still breathing, you missed her more than anything. The rage wore off after the first week, and you haven’t been able to bounce back. But tonight you were dragged to a party by your roommate, and you figured, why not, it was fine to get a little drunk to deal with your feelings every once in a while.
The idea was that you’d be set free by the alcohol; to let loose a little. And you did! You had fun for a solid forty-seven minutes before the fun was disrupted. The second your and Abby’s song turned onto the loud speakers, you were done for. You walk off into the open bathroom and sit down onto the closed lid of the toilet. Your head falls into your hands. The song had sobered you up quick. You take your phone out of your skirt pocket to do what you usually do when you get reminded of Abby, ready to open the instagram app and scroll along her profile, and you would’ve been content doing that, until your phone lights up with a text from her. You open it immediately.
“What the fuck?” You mumble.
You scroll through the multiple photos she’s sent you; all of her at the gym, flexing her muscles. She starts typing, and you feel your heart drop to your stomach.
sorry, wrong person.
You can’t help the scoff that comes out of your mouth. “Seriously?” You say, again, only to yourself.
You don’t give her a response, simply setting your phone on the sink and rubbing a hand over your face. It’s like she knew. She knew you were tipsy and about to stalk her. She knew that you heard the stupid song that you danced around her apartment to. You swear it was a secret sense of hers.
After about ten minutes, you go back out into the party; beelining for the alcohol table. You pour the liquid into a plastic red cup, estimating what you think would be a shot, and send it down the hatch. You were entirely too sober to deal with this situation.
“Hey there, you alright?” Your roommate yells over the loud music.
“She fucking sent me pictures, of her– of her muscles.” You say, now that you were standing, the alcohol started to have its effects again.
“What? Seriously? I’m sorry. Why, exactly?”
“I don’t know, she said wrong person.” you try not to let the tears escape your eyes, not wanting to cause a scene.
“Okay, well, fuck. That’s kind of worse. Did you text her back?” She says, giving you a panicked look.
“Of course not, what am I supposed to say?”
“It’s gonna be alright, let’s just have fun, okay?” She smiles at you, trying to reassure you of her words.
You nod your head and she moves you back onto the dance floor. Again, with the alcohol in your system, you start to have a good time again. You dance and laugh and have fun; you don’t even check your phone. You don’t keep track of how much you keep drinking, but you’re sporting a hefty buzz by the time you sit down on the couch for a break. Your head spins as you pull out your phone to check the time. The bright 2:13 stares back at you, and then your attention is caught by a notification on your phone, Abby has refollowed you on instagram. You groan, hadn’t she done enough tonight?
Suddenly, you felt the overwhelming urge to call her, even though you know you shouldn’t. You were doing so good, so good! And a few pictures and an instagram notification were enough to convince drunk-you that calling her was a good idea. You walk down the staircase of the apartment complex and go outside to the picnic table that sits in front of the building. You recognize some people from the party smoking, but you don’t pay them any mind. You open Abby’s contact on your phone. Your finger hovers over the call button. Should you really do this? Should you reopen this wound that you were working so hard to close? But on the otherhand, should Abby be allowed to fuck with you like this? No, no. She had to know that she needed to stop. You press the call button and bring your phone to your ear, listening to it ring.
She picks up after the third ring, “Um, hello?”
“Yeah, hi. I need you to stop. I don’t want to see pictures of you being hot at the gym and I don’t want you to follow me on instagram. We’re done, so I don’t know why you’d send me pictures and when I don’t respond you follow me again. I really– I can’t do this, okay?” You ramble into the phone, the alcohol gives you more courage than you would’ve had sober.
“Okay, well, the photos were an accident–”
“Bullshit,” you cut her off. “That’s bullshit. And I know it is, because I know you.”
“Are you drunk right now?
“I’m at a party, yeah. That’s why I need you to stop. I’m having fun.”
“I’m coming to get you.” You hear a muffled noise of bed sheets being pushed off her body.
“No, you’re not. You don’t know where I am.” You say smugly.
“You think I don’t get invited to the same parties that you do, sweetheart? I’m on my way.” Abby says, she hangs up the phone directly after so you can’t talk back.
You feel hot all over. The anger and the alcohol heat you up. You already regret the call, and now you have to deal with telling your roommate that Abby is coming to get you. You decide to text her instead of telling her to her face. The alcohol gave you confidence, but not enough to tell her that you were being picked up by the girl who’d left you bedridden for two days.
so, funny story, abby is on her way to pick me up, sorry. see u later ok?
You put your phone back into your pocket after sending the message, not daring to pull it back out once it starts vibrating. You sit on the table and wait for Abby’s car to pull up in front of the building. You will yourself to sober up before seeing her. You know that your mouth will betray you if you try to speak to her while you’re drunk. You also know that you won’t be as brave as you were over the phone. Talking shit behind the screen is one thing, but being face to face with Abby is another. She’s so intimidating, even now. Her height and her build, the calm expression she has on her face at all times. The most you could get out of her was a jaw twitch, and that was only if you had been arguing for a few hours.
You hear her car before you see it; her brakes have always been squeaky. She pulls up fast, having to slam on the brakes to fully stop in front of you. It seems like she hasn’t forgotten her manners, because before you can open the door of her car, she’s getting out of the driver’s seat and opening it for you. Once you sit down, she even buckles your seatbelt. Honestly, she was making it really hard to stay mad. The action almost makes you cry again.
She walks back to her side and gets in, putting the car in drive and speeding off. You turn your legs towards the door and put your chin in your hand. Abby scoffs at the childish action, but doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t have music playing on the radio, so all you hear is the wind rustling through the open windows. Your hair flies back and forth, and you make a big display of trying to smooth it down. Abby's hair is always in a braid, so she doesn’t see a problem with driving like this.
Before you know it, you’re pulling into a parking spot at Abby’s apartment complex. This time you’re quicker than her, unbuckling the seatbelt and opening the car door.
“I don’t want to come in.” You say. “I thought you were taking me to my place.” A lie, you figured she would bring you here, but you were scared to go in; scared of the memories it would bring up.
“You’re coming inside, so…” She trails off, waving her hand towards the door.
Your eyes well up, you look down at your feet so she doesn’t see. “Can you just take me home, please?”
“No, get inside. We need to talk.” The voice she uses sobers you up quicker than anything else ever could.
When you walk into her apartment, you take a seat on her dark brown couch. She walks to the kitchen and gets you a bottle of water, taking the lid off and handing it to you once she’s back into the living room. She sits on a chair across from you, putting her elbows onto her thighs and watching you greedily gulp down the water.
It does help your head feel a bit clearer, “Thank you.” You say to her.
“Let’s talk,” she says.
“About what, Abby?”
“About why we should get back together.”
You laugh at her, it’s loud and obnoxious; one only she could pull from you. “Why would we do that?”
“Because I know you, and I know you miss me. I miss you too. I miss having you here every second and I miss texting you when you’re not here.”
“Okay, so, that’s not how this is going to work. You can’t just say you miss me without addressing why we broke up in the first place.”
She moves her chair closer to you. “And why did we break up in the first place?”
You scoff, “Because you’re possessive, and you have a jealousy issue. I talked to Mara for three seconds and we had a three hour long argument over it.”
“You used to like how possessive I was, you said it was one of your favorite things about me.”
“I did like it, I liked it when you were subtle with it. What I don’t like is getting crucified for speaking to another girl.”
“Crucified, really? God, you’re fucking dramatic.”
You huff; take another sip of your water. “This is exactly why I didn’t want to come in.” You mumble.
“Speak up for me, please. Y’know I hate it when you mumble.” Abby says, her patience running thin.
“I said that this is why I didn’t want to come in. I knew it would just be the fight all over again. I didn’t do anything wrong. She asked me how my classes were going, Abby.”
“Yeah, she also asked other girls on the team how serious we were, because she was trying to get in your fucking pants.” Abby snips, getting up out of the chair so that she can pace around.
Your mouth opens and closes. You hadn’t known that Mara was talking about you like that. She had flirted with you in the past. She was in your major, so you saw her around your lecture halls and at various parties hosted by other people you had in common. You had flirted back a few times, but it was nothing serious, just some fun banter at a few parties. She had stopped once you and Abby became official, so you thought that was the end of it. Obviously, it wasn’t.
You clear your throat, “Okay, I didn’t know that.”
“But you knew that she tried to before.”
“Abby, I’m serious when I say that nothing ever happened between us, and especially not when we were together. Do you actually believe I would cheat on you?”
Abby puts her hands on her hips and lets out a sigh, “No, I don’t.”
“So why did you fight with me over someone else’s actions?”
She sits back down in the chair. “I don’t know.”
You go and stand in front of her, she doesn’t look up at you, so you crouch down on the floor.
After a while, she speaks, “Maybe I do have a jealousy problem.”
You laugh, and she cracks a smile. “Yeah, I think you do.”
“I’m sorry, really.” She says, making sure to look directly into your eyes. “I mean it. I fucked up, but I wanna fix it. I do miss you, a lot.”
“I miss you too.” You admit. It’s quiet again, Abby brushes your hair off of your face. You can’t help but lean into her touch, her large palm is warm; it feels familiar, it feels like home. You blink up at her, “Are you going to admit that the photos were for me?”
She laughs and sniffles, you hadn’t even realized she had started crying. “Yeah, whatever. They were for you.”
You look down and laugh again. “God, I missed that sound.” Abby says.
She pulls you off the ground and places you in her lap. You touch your forehead to hers, staring intently into her eyes, her pupils seem to have expanded since earlier this evening, and you’re sure yours were just as large. You brush your nose against hers and lean your face down. If either of you were to twitch, your lips would touch.
“We gonna do this?” Abby says, barely above a whisper. Scared that if she talked louder you’d get spooked and run away.
“Make up sex sounds good to me.” You agree.
It feels like there’s a different Abby now. A hungry wolf that’s been waiting to be set free. She kisses you with such force that you move back on her lap. If she didn’t have her hands holding you up, you might’ve fallen off. Your hips grind down into her by instinct, trying to search for some friction to soothe the ache between your legs. Abby pushes your hips down onto her thigh and rolls them, forcing you to grind on the strong muscle. She doesn’t stop kissing you even for a second. You think if Abby had a superpower, it would be sex.
Suddenly she’s standing, you wrap your legs around her waist and your arms around her neck; she still doesn’t break the kiss. She brings you into her bedroom, and you feel your eyes well up with tears. The wave of relief it sends through you is insane. You didn’t know if you’d ever be back in this room, under Abby. You didn’t know if you’d ever see her pillows or her closet again. It sounds silly, but you’ve truly missed everything about her.
She pulls away panting, “Why y’crying, baby?”
“I don’t know. Missed you; missed this room.”
She smiles and leans back down for a kiss, it’s less heated; more loving. She pushes the shirt you’re wearing up and places kisses down your stomach. You gasp as she lightly drags her tongue right above where your skirt starts. Your hips lift, urging her to take it off; urging her to get closer to where you need her.
“Gonna make it up to you, okay? Gonna make you feel so fucking good, not even gonna remember why we broke up.”
“Okay, please.” You say back to her. You place your hand on the top of her head, slowly unraveling the tight braid she has in.
She doesn’t even take the time to take off the black maxi skirt you have on, just pushes it up your legs and takes off your panties. She stares at your cunt for a few seconds. You can feel her hot breath fanning over it. A whine falls from your lips; and suddenly she’s licking a stripe up your slit.
A moan comes from your chest. You haven’t been touched the whole month, not even by yourself. Every time you tried to masturbate, you just thought about sex with Abby, which only made you upset. You snap out of your thoughts when you feel Abby suck on your clit, it sends you reeling. You push her face further into you, and your thighs close in on her head. The noises you’re making are absurd. You’re sure her neighbors are going to leave a note on the door, but at this moment you couldn’t care less.
It’s embarrassing how fast the coil gets tight in your stomach.
“Fuck– Abby, think I’m gonna–” you can’t get a full sentence out. The words begin and end on your tongue.
She pulls her mouth away and presses her fingers into your clit, rubbing tight circles on it. “Already, bunny? Just got started.”
“I know.” It comes out whiner than you wanted it to. “I know, I’m sorry. Just feels so good.”
“That’s alright, sweetheart. Come when you wanna, I’ll be right here.” Her mouth reconnects with your cunt.
You think it’s about ten seconds before you’re coming. You let the tears fall freely for the first time tonight. You feel so happy, your chest gets tight. Your hips grind into Abby’s mouth. She’s always been like this; staying latched onto your cunt until your orgasm is done. You cry out at the overstimulation once you’re back on Earth. She removes her mouth to shush you, pressing more kisses to your neck and moving your hair off of your sweaty forehead. Your head is reeling, your vision is blurry.
Abby comes up and kisses you on your cheek. “You want the strap?”
A wave of arousal flows through you at the mention of it, “Would it be make up sex without it?”
She laughs and gets off the bed, going to her closet to retrieve the box where it’s stored. She strips while she’s over there, and puts her clothes in the dirty laundry. Always so neat, can never have anything out of place. Once she gets it settled on her waist, she comes back over to you.
“You ready, baby?”
You nod your head.
“Words, please.” She gives you a soft smile. “You forget your manners?”
“No,” you say, voice hoarse from the moaning. “I’m ready, Abby.”
She lines up the strap with your hole, and gently eases it in. You pant. You didn’t forget your manners, but you did forget how good the stretch feels. She bottoms out; the strap kisses the sweet spot inside of you.
“Fuck,” you whimper.
“Is this okay?” She asks. She’s staring down at where her hips meet yours and you can tell she’s fighting off the urge to thrust into you until you answer her.
“Yes, can you just– please move.”
Abby doesn’t need to be asked twice. Her hips grind into yours with all the force in the world. You can tell that the strap is hitting her clit because of the grunts she’s letting out. The room feels humid at this point, and you’re sure it stinks of sex.
“You’re mine, yeah? No one else can ever have you.”
“You have–” you’re interrupted by a moan as she starts rubbing at your clit again. “You have a jealousy problem.”
Abby scoffs, “Gonna give me fucking attitude right now? When I’ve got my cock buried in this pretty little pussy?”
You whimper at your words. You always get off on Abby telling you off. You love how dominating she is. You love watching her brows raise when you say something questionable. You can’t help but rile her up.
“You do, it’s bad. You need to work on it.”
“Stop being a brat and come on my fucking cock.”
Her words send you over the edge, this time further than you think you’ve ever been. She follows you soon after, keeping the strap buried in you while her orgasm washes over her. When you both come back, she’s fallen beside you, the silicone lays on the floor. She breathes deeply beside you.
“So…” You say.
“So what, baby?” Abby says. She decides you’re too far away and pulls you into her chest.
“Are we back together?”
She laughs at you, really laughs. Like you’ve just said the funniest thing in the world. “Are you seriously asking me that?”
You start laughing too, “Well, I don’t know!”
“Yeah, we’re back together.”
Your smile widens and you hide your face in her chest, suddenly embarrassed by the question that slipped out.
“Okay, well good.” You say.
You drift off like that, content to be back in Abby’s arms. Happy to be home.
#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson smut#abby anderson angst#abby anderson fan fiction#abby anderson x you#abby anderson fic#abby anderson x female reader#abby !#tlou fic
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A/N: there's the Wonnie part I mentioned in my form! ˙ᵕ˙ thank you for all the cute suggestions and ideas you guys have been sending me!! <3
turning every carat into a wonnie stan in 2023
[in brackets] – text in the video
italics – conversations that weren’t caught on camera, but are just for you (the readers ˙ᵕ˙)
[now]
[you know me]
[if there's one wonnie stan on this earth left, it's me]
[therefore, I have a mission. a mission i made myself]
[and that is to turn every (especially new) carat into a wonnie stand because these two have my heart and will forever have it]
[forever and ever🫣]
[so, pls enjoy this☺️]
[Going Seventeen] EP.89 Guess Who Left Secretly #1
Minnie was walking around in her small cubicle before sitting down on the white chair, crossing her legs to find a comfortable position. All of a sudden a piece of paper flew in from the top of the wall, making her eyes go wide.
"Oh?" She wondered, putting her feet down to reach down to the floor, snatching it up with her hands. Leaning her elbows on the edge of the table, she opened the message sent to her, reading over it before chuckling, and turning it around to show it to the camera.
'You're a dummy'
[love that that's the first thing that came to his mind to write down]
"Ya!" She shouted with a giggle. "Wonwoo! I'm next to you!"
[the way she recognized his handwriting so quickly?! goals]
The sound of his laughter could be heard, followed by a, "Oh, sorry, my bad."
The girl put the piece of paper down on the table, took the pen provided for her, and decided to write a reply back, showing it to the camera before she folded it again and walked over to the wall.
['dummies are only friends with dummies, so that makes you one too, idiot' i can't with her😭😂]
[i love this childish side of them together]
Realising that it was too high for her to just throw it over, she chuckled to herself, shaking her head and crouching down on the floor to try and create a paper aeroplane, hoping it would help.
[I JUST KNOW IF MINGYU OR SCOUPS SAW THAT, THEY WOULD BULLY THE HECK OUT OF HER😭😭😭😭]
She managed to get it over, sitting back down in her seat to wait for a reaction, which followed shortly. The chuckle of her boyfriend made her grin proudly.
[i love them]
-
"Minnie-ah!" Wonwoo's voice called out to the girl who was sitting calmly on the floor, her back against one of the walls. "Minnie-ah! Open my door, please."
"Huh?" With a grin, she pushed herself up. "Can't you open your own door?"
"It's locked. Did you lock it?" He continued to tease her.
"What? Noo, how could you think of me like that," she answered before sending a guilty facial expression to the camera with her lips pressed tightly together.
[it's such a short but cute interaction]
-
GAM3BO1 #9
[NOW THIS]
[y'all better hold onto your horses bc when i opened the live and saw minnie sitting next to him, i literally almost screamed🫣🫢]
[so much happened and i highly suggest watching the entire live bc they were abolutely just too cute]
[but i gathered some of my favourite moments, so have fun]
Minnie was straightening down her hair when the live started while Wonwoo was unpacking the the chopsticks, placing one pair in front of the girl while keeping the other pair to himself. She quietly thanked him while her hands were still busy fixing her hair from the ponytail she had worn before,
"Good morning, Carats!" She greeted them, "Good day or good evening," and grinned into the camera when a piece of Kimbap got closer to her lips, making her lean forward and open her mouth to let herself get fed by the older member next to her.
[him giving her the first piece of food?! MARRIAGE IN HAND RN💍]
[i know, i know... the bar is in hell😒]
[bla bla bla, bla bla, bla bla]
[but this was cute alright?!]
Wonwoo did his greeting too, before eating another piece himself.
"Today," he started after swallowing, "I have the next guest on Gameboy," and motioned with his hand towards Minnie, who waved into the camera.
"Hey, everyone," she smiled.
"The reason for doing this live early is that we have to go to practice after this, so we have a time limit today," the '96 Liner explained while the female member nodded along, putting another piece of Kimbap into her mouth, happily moving around in her seat.
[HER LITTLE HAPPY DANCE]
The rapper looked to his left, eyeing the girl with amusement, waiting for her to see his reaction.
[oh you're even more of a fan of hers than i am, Jesus Christ😶]
[alright mr jeon simp wonwoo]
Once their eyes met, Minnie immediately stopped in her tracks, covering her mouth as she chuckled.
[stop being so adorable together]
"The Kimbap is really good."
"Mm," Wonwoo nodded with a smile. "Yeah, the food they give me here is always good."
"Well," the girl shrugged with a sigh, looking down at the floor, "I wasn't invited before, so I didn't know."
[OH, now she's throwing the shade, damn]
"Heyyy," the older member teased her as he reached for the food with his chopsticks, "Don't be sulky now."
[hell yeah she should be sulky about that]
"I'm not," she shook her head and crossed her arms, closing her eyes as she turned her head away from Wonwoo, making him chuckle.
"Mh, sure," he hummed.
[MH SURE]
[bro istg i felt my laptop vibrate bc of how deep that MH SURE was😫😫]
-
The two decided to read out some comments and eat first before jumping into the game.
"Did you perm your hair?" Wonwoo read out a question by a fan. Minnie's eyes went to fix themselves on his head, her fingers reaching out to touch a strand.
[and she just gets to do that on a regularly? how is that fair?]
[why do i not have a wonwoo who's hair i can just randomly touch whenever?]
"I did perm my hair, but it's not noticeable since it's still short. And the perm... It's not something that is very noticeable."
"But you did have really permed hair a few years ago," Minnie mentioned, getting a hold of the drink in a cup provided for her. "Carats really liked that."
[YES, YES WE DID]
[🤝🏼THANK YOU MINNIE FOR REMINDING HIM BC WE NEED THAT WONWOO BACK🤝🏼]
[THE CURLY BLACK HAIR WONWOO?! SIGN ME UP]
[i love minnie for being such a spokesperson for carats]
[i'm betting my ass she saw all the thirst tweets after he had just permed his hair]
"Oh yeah, that's true." Wonwoo agreed.
The girl chuckled, setting the cup down again. "When your hair's wet, it's really curly for some reason."
[oh right, yeah, thanks for reminding me that you get to see him with wet hair ON A REGULAR FUCKING BASIS]
[love getting reminded how lonely i am🥲]
"Mm," he hummed, chewing on his food. "But I don't know why it doesn't dry as curly."
[in the name of all carats: minnie, we would pls need a picture of wet curly hair wonwoo]
[for very important scientific reasons😬 thank you]
For a few seconds, they continued to look at the screen in front of them when another interesting question popped up.
"Is Minnie a fan of the Gameboy lives?" Wonwoo read out loud, leaning back to watch her as she answered with an excited nod, getting a grin to form on his lips.
"I've been there since day one. I've watched all of them."
[of course you have]
[wonwoo's biggest supporter, i'm telling you🤷🏼♀️]
[we've got the next simp right here]
"You've even watched some from over there," he mentioned and pointed to somewhere behind the camera.
[SEE]
[we love a supportive girlfriend]
She nodded, "Mh, I think... the first... two? Or maybe the first and third one?"
[this girl literally just sat in a room and watched him play games]
[you cannot tell me that they don't do that at home too]
[mingyu joins in sometimes probably too and they just oggle wonwoo together]
[who wouldn't though]
She eyed her boyfriend, but he just kept looking at her, not giving her an answer. "I don't remember," before turning back towards the camera. "But yes, I've watched a lot of them. Because I like them."
[like the game or like the player?👀👀]
[come on, minnie]
-
After discussing the pictures Wonwoo and Dokyeom took in Japan, and the collage he posted after their concert, Minnie found a comment she wanted to read out loud.
"Minnie should teach you how to edit collages," turning towards him with a proud smile on her lips.
"You can edit pictures very well, you make collages quite often," he told her, slightly chuckling at her facial expression.
[SIMP]
[he's so smithen and she's acting so cute around him wtf is in the air]
She nodded. "But," the female member pointed out, "the collages that you're talking about, Carats don't get to see."
[excu-the fuck-sez moi?]
[are we keeping secrets from each other now minnie?]
She looked back into the camera to continue. "I make collages with the members, so that at the end of each month, I can send them into the group chat and we can look back on what we did that month. Sometimes they take a bit longer, but I only send them to the members, I don't post them."
[AHA]
[alright]
[so that's how that is]
Wonwoo nodded, taking a sip from his own drink, "I forgot about that. But the other pictures you post are edited very well."
[jesus christ, alright, would you like to compliment her on her chopsticks skills as well?]
"But I don't think you should change your collage-making skills. It's very you. It's very Wonwoo."
[🥰🥰]
He grinned at the girl's comment. "Very Wonwoo?" She chuckled along with a nod. "Then you should like that, right?"
[WONWOO?!😳]
[you guys are still on a 🤨LIVE🤨 stream]
[i think bro thought it was just them two alone]
For a few seconds too long the girl looked at the older rapper stunned, who smiled at her.
['my dude, what did you just say in front of the camera'😳😅]
"W- Why...," she grinned before catching herself again, "I think, Carats should like it." Extending her arm to get a piece of chicken between her chopsticks. "They're the ones you should want to impress."
[what a quick save from our girly]
[but yeah, i mean... he's already impressed her enough probably]
"Oh, yeah, you're right," he smiled, looking back at the screen to read more comments, jolting slightly all of a sudden before both of them started chuckling.
[I'M TELLING YOU RIGHT NOW]
[this girl kicked him under the table🤣]
[you saw her smirk, and you saw his reaction]
[put two and two together]
-
The two of them explained that Minnie was the Animal Crossing expert and would be the first to tour a few islands. They got to work, put in the code and travelled to the first island made by a Carat.
The female member was moving the character around, taking in every corner and every little detail the fan had left for them, explaining everything along the way when they arrived at the beach.
"Oh my god!" She exclaimed with a happy smile on her face, "It's Raymond!"
[oh she's a REAL animal crossing fan]
She clicked on the right button to make the two characters interact, grinning at the screen while Wonwoo scrunched his eyebrows behind her.
"Raymond?"
"Yeah, he reminds me of you," she turned slightly to her left to look at the rapper next to her.
[all of caratland agress witht hat]
"That's why I have him on my island too."
[she has her own wonwoo in her little imaginary, fictional island]
[she's so cute]
[she's just like us]
Making the other member laugh out loud and even some of the staff members behind the camera chuckle. "What?" She smiled. "He doesn't talk much, he's very smart, he wears glasses and he's a cat. That's Wonwoo."
[that is wonwoo. can't argue with her about that]
"Yeah, I remember you telling me about him."
[can you pls just imagine an excited minnie skipping into his room, showing him this little animated cat and telling him it reminds her of him]
She nodded, "I have a lot of characters on my island because they remind me of the members."
[i need to see it]
Wonwoo took a sip of his iced tea before continuing, "Next time, you should bring your Nintendo Switch, and then we can look at your island."
[boyfriend supporting his girlfriend's little ficitonal fantady, love it]
Minnie smiled in agreement.
[THANK YOU]
[love how wonwoo wants to show of her achievements in a game haha]
-
"Oh, look! A puppy!" The female member smacked the rapper's chest, who had his right arm on the backrest of her chair, to make him turn his attention away from the screen with the comments.
[a lot to uncover here]
[first, the arm?! so casual?! literal butterflies from seeing his freaking arm around HER CHAIR]
[i need to see someone...😪]
He dramatically grunted, clutching the place she had just hit as she pointed at the computer screen in front of her. "It's Mingyu."
[how tf do they manage to include this man EVERYWHERE]
"How kind of them to even include Mingyu like that," Wonwoo chuckled.
[😭😭😭😭😭😭😭]
-
While the rapper had gone to the toilet, it was Minnie's turn to entertain Carats on her own, reading through their comments.
"Are you excited for the new Taylor Swift album? YES!" She shouted excitedly, "Yes I am! I already pre-ordered the vinyl. I'm happy. I'm more than happy."
[SWIFTIE CARATS UNITE]
[WE HAVE FOUND OUR LEADER]
[i love how she probably sees taylor the way we see her tbh]
[like just... UGH, i need them two to meet]
The smile never left her lips, giggling as she read the next comment, "Are you more excited about being on Gameboy or the Taylor Swift album?"
[that question was CRUEL]
[love it]
Minnie shook her head, "You guys... are really something. You can't compare those two. They're different types of happiness. But I'm also very very happy to be here. Although..."
[oh oh]
She ran a hand through her hair. "I'm kind of not happy about the fact that Coups was here before me. Wonwoo prefers the leader over his own roommate... I don't know how to feel about that..."
[damn, that hurt]
For the last few seconds of being alone, a Carat dared Minnie to spin in her chair and not get dizzy because she had said before that she doesn't get dizzy easily due to her ballerina training.
[just explain to me how this 25 year old woman can be so competitive with people she doesn't even know or see]
[like... she literally went 'oh, you don't think i can do it? watch me‘ MINNIE]
She was so focused on continuing to push herself with the help of the table, that she didn't notice the rapper coming back into the room. Not until the chair was suddenly stopped, scarring her as she looked up into the eyes of her boyfriend.
"Jesus! You scared me!"
[dude, you scared me, i thought you were gonna spin yourself out of that chair]
"What are you doing?" Wonwoo chuckled moving her slightly away to get to his chair, settling down as he kept his glance on the girl.
"A Carat dared me to spin and not get dizzy."
"And? Are you dizzy?"
She grinned at him. "Nope." Making him shake his head with a smile before turning his attention to the screen.
[i would've loved to see what the fuck was going on in his head when he saw her like this]
-
[THIS IS FR ONE OF MY ALL TIME FAVOURITE MOMENTS OF THEM EVER]
[it's just so cute]
"No, you have to-"
"Like this?"
"No, tap th-"
"This one?"
"Yes."
"And then?"
"You have to put it down-"
"I can't."
"Yes, you c-"
"Look, I can't-"
"Wonwoo! You-"
"Like that?"
"No, g-"
"This?"
"No, please-"
"But look-"
"Wonwoo, Jesus, give me the controller," Minnie huffed out loud with a smile after a debate that went on for way longer than she wanted, snatching the controller out of the man's grip.
[THE BICKERING]
[who would've thought she'd bicker like that with anyone but mingyu]
[and then WONWOO of all people]
The rapper grinned to himself at the frustration of the female member, looking ahead at the screen filling up with comments while the girl's eyes were trained on the game.
[WHY DOES HE LOOK SO PROUD HAHAHAH]
"I never thought there would be another member better at gaming than Wonwoo," he read out loud, making both of them chuckle. "Yeah," the '96 Liner sighed, "Minnie is a lot better than me in these types of games. And Sims, and-"
[YES, tell us all about how great minnie is, LETS GO WONWOO]
"Fifa," she interjected, earning her a confused glance by him. At the sudden silence, she turned her head towards him, giggling. "What?"
"You're not better than me at Fifa."
She shrugged, "I could be."
['i could be‘ she's literally challenging him?!]
But Wonwoo continued to shake his head, his eyes back on the camera. "She's not better than me at Fifa."
[he's letting her be better in animal crossing and sims, but this guy draws the line at fifa HAHAHAHA]
-
"Awww," Minnie's eyes went wide as she looked at the screen. "♪ We're going to the chapel and we're... gonna get married... going to the chapel, and we're... going to get married-♫"
Wonwoo away from the screen, taking a quick glance at the girl next to him. "What are you singing?"
"A wedding song. I think my mum used to listen to it. It's kinda old, but I just remembered it," she explained, while Wonwoo made his character run around the room to look at every detail.
"Aah, because it's a wedding hall?" He wondered, getting a hum from her in return.
[smart guy🤓]
"They made it really pretty," Minnie commented. "It reminds me of the set where we filmed the special video for 'April Shower'."
"Oh, right," the rapper agreed, "Maybe that's what the Carat wanted to portray."
"Maybe," the girl nodded.
"Maybe we should get married here."
[sorry, i just choked on my water]
[WHAT?!😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳]
[he just threw that question into the room like that?!]
The sudden question threw Minnie off as her head snapped towards him, a nervous chuckle leaving her lips.
"What?"
[yeah same]
[what?!]
He turned to meet her eyes, only grinning at the female member.
[HEY]
[ya can't say sth like that and then just smirk this handsomely]
[minnie move, i gotta take this man to a wedding chapel]
"Eyy, you can't say stuff like that," she pushed his shoulder, making him laugh while she shook her head. "Sorry Carats, he's weird."
[OR IS HE?]
[her reaction was everything]
[yes girl... you played that off... so well...]
-
After they clicked off and made sure to save the game, the two idols turned towards the camera. Wonwoo did a big stretch, reaching back with his arms as the girl turned towards him.
[eyeing the biceps, i see]
[as if you don't get to see enough of him every day already HUH]
"When can I come the next time?" He read out loud from the screen. Wonwoo thought for a second before answering, then directed his attention to one of the staff members behind the camera to make sure he wasn't spreading false information, all while Minnie was still focused on the comments.
"And Minnie-" the deep voice made her glance at the man next to her, "Will you be here next time?"
"If you invite me," she grinned at him.
[mh, tell him minnie]
With a chuckle, he nodded, "Okay, then let's see. If there's time we could play 'Howling Abyss'."
[is he trying to scare her away?]
[like... request another game she has never mentioned before dude]
"Oh..." she commented with a grimace.
"What?"
"Is that the one you tried teaching me?" She wondered. His nod confirmed her concern.
"Why?" A slight chuckle tumbled from his lips.
"I'm not good at it," she whined, suddenly clutching onto his arm, "Wonwoo, you can't make me play games that I'm bad at. I'll look like an idiot."
[the hand of the biceps]
[girly just had to touch it]
[i don't blame her]
[i'd be touching him all day everyday if i could]
Her reaction made him laugh out loud as his hand came up to cover hers, "Then you'll get better until next time. Or maybe the time after the next one. Then we can play together."
[WHY IS THIS MAKING ME SQUEAL]
[HIM TRYING TO SUPPORT HER?!]
[just kiss already for fuck's sake, I see the look in your eyes, come on]
A big huff left Minnie's lips as she dropped her hands. "Why can't we just play Sims together..."
[dream team]
Wonwoo chuckled, "You said you can't play that in multiplayer."
Which received him a glaring side-eye from the female dancer. "We could find a way."
"Sure," he nodded with a smile.
[and there comes the supporting boyfriend yet once again]
-
Incheon Airport 231112
[idk what is in the air, but they've been so much closer i feel like?!]
The entire group was making their way through their airport, each member walking at their own pace, next to each other, in a line, or by themselves as they waved to the cameras that were following them through the building. Wonwoo and Minnie were in the middle, the rapper carrying his roll suitcase while the female member only had a small shoulder bag casually by her side. Both covered in big coats due to the cold weather. With all the screaming, shouting, and camera clicking around them, the couple, as well as the rest of the group, was used to not talking to each other while in pace, only once they would come to a halt or find a quieter spot after making it through the security check.
[i don't even want to know how stressful this can be😖]
They had reached the passport checkpoint, making them form a somewhat ordered line, each member standing behind another one, their managers and bodyguards by their side. The couple, who had stood close to each other the entire time was facing each other, leaning in slightly to hear the other person better. As there were still people in front of them, they had some time to pass.
[idk if this is a coincidence or if they're each wearing just one airpot BUT the fact that minnie is only wearing a right one and wonwoo is only wearing a left one?!?!?!?👀👀👀]
[maybe not so much of a coincidence]
[sharing airpods?!?!?! stfu they're so adorable]
Minnie chuckled at something the '96 Liner had said, making her turn around to catch the lens of one of the cameras directly with her eye.
[i really want to know what he said hahaha]
[spill the tea about annoying paparazzi]
A quick smile was sent before she turned her direction back to the man in front of her, reaching up, thanks to his height, to adjust the bucket hat on his head, pulling it down just a tad bit more.
[she makes sure he stays covered bc that's how he feels comfortable]
[i'm gonna cry]
She let her left hand brush over his shoulder and to his back, giving him a few gentle and comforting pats.
[they really need each other omg]
The sound of his voice ringing through the one ear that didn't have an airpod in, made her lean in once again before nodding along to what the rapper was telling her.
[OH PLS just kiss already guyyyyssssss]
Once the people in front of them in line were done and their turn had come, Wonwoo's hand on her back now pushed her forward slowly to go first, letting her know by tapping his fingers against her.
[👀]
Minnie was quickly through, thanked the staff and moved further, coming to a halt behind the railing and taking the moment to turn to the cameras and fans one last time before they'd finally reached a more private area of the airport. The '96 Liner joined her, waving to the fans for a quick moment before turning around and following their manager with the female performer right by his side.
[i want someone to wait for me like that]
-
[INSIDE SEVENTEEN] SEVENTEEN ('FML' Promotions Sketch)
"Pre-recordings are usually always fun, but for some reason, the members are extra happy today," Minnie explained into the camera as they filmed a short interview in the hallway right before their Music Bank stage appearance.
[can we just real quick give a shoutout to her stylist?! the makeup?! The outfits?! I'm in LOVE]
"But I'm not gonna complain about that. I'm very happy that they're... so excited, early on in the morning."
[minnie... this isn't their fault... you're just a morning person that i will never understand]
For a second, she looked around the room, focusing on something behind the camera. "I already took my pictures. I'm gonna post them on Instagram later. Now it's Junnie's turn," motioning for the cameraman to focus on the Chinese member who had just waddled his way into the small gap by the railing.
[and the pictures were FIRE]
"You know," the camera shot back to her, "I'm really glad you always do these interviews before our performances," Minnie chuckled. "Because after them..." she pressed her lips into a tight line before continuing, "You... you really don't want to see us that gross and out of breath and sweaty."
[we do actually. we do.]
"I don't look good like that."
[yes you do, tf are you on about?!]
[this woman...]
"So thank you for always... showing us from our good side-" her demeanour changed within a second as her attention paced to someone next to the cameraman. "What are you doing?!" She whined. "You're making me nervous, looking at me like that."
Once the camera moved to the side, Wonwoo's figure was revealed.
[OF COURSE HE'S THERE]
[look at that grin]
[UGH]
[called me single just by smiling at her wtf]
He had his arms crossed and a smirk decorated his face as his eyes were fixed on the female member, who had gotten closer to him to push him away playfully. Thanks to his stature, the rapper only budged slightly, making the girl sigh out loud.
[big boy]
[i need him to put me in a headlock]
"He's been standing there the entire time," she told the camera.
The '96 Liner continued to look at her. "What? I'm not allowed to stand here?"
[DON'T DO HER LIKE THAT WONWOO]
[we know damn well why you were standing there]
[you little simp]
"I'm talking about being disgusting and sweating, and you're just standing there, laughing at me," she shook her head, crossing her arms as she gazed at him.
[*whispers* because he's secretly in love with you, but pssh]
Wonwoo chuckled at her comment, his nose scrunching up slightly. "I wasn't laughing AT you."
She rolled her eyes dramatically. "Whatever..."
Then, it was his turn to look into the camera. "Carats," he started, "I promise, I wasn't laughing at her. I was enjoying her interview just like you would."
[-... i'm gonna have a stroke]
Minnie's laugh echoed in the background before Wonwoo joined her, waving off the cameraman as he disappeared again.
-
[Going Seventeen] EP.91 Point of Omniscient Interfere Penalty #1
"If you get over 90 on that karaoke machine, I'll give you 10." Minnie overheard Woozi's voice as she was washing her hands by the sink in the kitchen.
Her ears perked up when DK continued. "Okay, if you give it your all, I'll give you 30 grapes." She quickly dried her hands and rushed over to where some of the other members were sitting, watching Hoshi standing by the karaoke machine.
Hoshi saw her excited facial expression. "Minnie, you wanna do it with me?" To which she eagerly nodded, getting a chuckle from Wonwoo and Minghao, who had joined to watch and listen.
[i LOVE hoshi and minnie interactions and i am begging for more]
"Okay," the leader of the performance unit spoke, "40 grapes for each, Minnie and I, and we will give you the best performance you have ever seen."
"20 each," Dokyeom tried to argue.
"30," the female member continued, raising her eyebrows at him as she accepted the microphone Hoshi was holding out for her.
[scoups taught her so well]
Her fellow '97 Liner nodded, "Alright, 30 for each of you if you get over 90 points and give a good performance."
Some of the other members joined in once they heard the start of the song, now very eager to see the two as they knew how dramatic they could get once given the opportunity.
"If your voices don't crack when we raise it up by two keys, you get ten," Mingyu offered loudly, making the girl turn around.
"Ten each!" She quickly interjected before focusing back on the song.
Hoshi and she continued, spinning each other around and truly giving the performance of their lifetime as theatrically and dramatically as possible as they sang their hearts out at the sad song they had chosen.
After the first verse was over, DK told them to cancel it and see what score they had gotten, but it didn't show, starting a small argument, that was quickly resolved.
Dokyeom took out the purple stickers, counting each one. "Okay, there's thirty for now, divide it by two, I can't be bothered to take out the other thirty."
"What? Wait, hold on," Minnie immediately argued.
[oooh... he fucked up]
"Mister Mediator! That's out of line! Isn't he out of line?" Hoshi immediately took her side.
Wonwoo raised his head to look at the trio.
"They only sang the first verse," DK tried to explain, but the female member pushed his hand away.
"Because you told us to cancel it after the first verse!"
"Wait, wait," the Mediator reached out, "Who said to cut it off?"
"He did!"
"Him!" Hoshi and Minnie pointed at their member at the same time, who raised his hands in defence.
[they're such siblings]
[imagine the reaction of hoshi and minnie if you had told them like 10 years go that they would one day be such a strong duo to go up against dk... they'd laugh in your face]
"I thought you could still see the score after the first verse," he explained.
The female performer took her leader's hand and made him sit down with her. Dokyeom copied their antics, and soon all four of them were sitting in a circle, trying to explain the situation to Wonwoo.
"Wonwoo, you have to explain to him that he can't do that! He has to keep his promise," Minnie whined at the older member, her hand unknowingly on his knee.
[i love her so much]
"He's Mister Mediator, not Wonwoo," the main singer warned her.
She sent him a glare in return, "I can call him Wonwoo if I want to. And you stop nagging me and keep your promise!"
[why do i feel like the '97 line is like constantly bickering haha]
[and wonwoo seems to always kinda be right in the middle😭😭]
"But I didn't know!"
"That doesn't matter!"
After a bit more discussing, the '96 Liner rapper made sure they got the extra thirty they were promised when Hoshi decided to add something.
"But I was also deeply emotionally hurt by Dokyeom."
"You were?" Wonwoo questioned, turning to Minnie. "You as well?" Who nodded with a pout,
"Very."
[gotta ask the girlfreind as well]
"Okay," he patted her hand. "Dokyeom, give them five each extra."
[gotta make sure they're happy]
[well done mister mediator]
The other members watched the four in amusement when Mingyu decided to comment,
"Woah, everyone's making good money."
"That's right," Woozi chuckled, "But the mediator keeps making odd decisions."
"The mediator's a little weird."
"I think he's a bit biased," the producer of the group smiled at the facial expression from the girl that she made as an answer to his comment.
[BRO GOT CALLED OUT]
[minnie's reaction killed me hahah]
She grinned. "And I think others just need to learn, how to be more kind."
[OH]
-
[Going Seventeen] EP.88 BOOmily Outing #4
"Ugh, we need someone that got it right," Jeonghan sighed out loud after getting sent back in line a third time, still not getting the song right they had to chant out to Seungkwan.
[i could feel their tiredness through the screen during this entire scene]
Wonwoo, who was right next to him, eyes still half closed from being sleep-deprived, looked around the garden, finding the person he was looking for lying on the wooden floor of the porch.
"Minnie!" He called out, catching her attention as she raised her head to look at the members.
[LOOK AT HER]
[how could you not be in love with her]
[she looks so cute without makeup]
"Can you come here for a second?"
"Why?" She asked back, sitting up straighter.
"We need someone to sing the song for us," the '95 Liner explained. Shortly after Woozi, the female member remembered the song correctly as well and was able to go back into the house. Too bad for her that after waking up in the morning, the girl is usually unable to go back to sleep, explaining why she had decided to lounge outside instead, not joining their producer inside.
With a smirk, she ran her fingers through her hair. "Then you have to come here."
Jeonghan slapped Wonwoo's shoulder gently nutdging towards the '97 Liner. "Go."
[sending the boyfriend, yes, we support]
[the way he didn't even start to argue but just went]
Before even starting to argue, the rapper made his way over to his girlfriend, who was already smiling at him.
"You really don't remember it after three rounds?" She wondered. Wonwoo took a seat right next to her, his hand gently grazing her knee, stopping to rest it right there as she was sitting with her legs crisscrossed.
[WE ARE ALL SEEING THIS I HOPE]
[listen here]
[when it comes to wonnie]
[it's the little things alright]
[JUST LIKE THIS]
*insert zoomed-in picture of the two and Wonwoo's hand*
[this is what this stan fandom is surviving on]
[we're in pain]
The older member yawned, his eyes trained on the rest of the group that was still getting hit on the head with the rubber hammer. "No one remembers the second verse correctly."
Minnie nodded. "It's 'Let's go to the market, the FUNNY market. Everything is there, the market's full of fun'. All of you are saying 'the fun market'."
With scrunched eyebrows, he turned his head, gazing at the girl who was grinning teasingly at him. "How long have you been listening to our struggle?"
"Ever since I finished," she couldn't help but giggle at his reaction, her forehead touching his shoulder affectionately.
[AAAAH BACKGROUND ACTION]
[AFFECTION FROM WONNIE]
Wonwoo chuckled, "And you didn't think to help us?"
"You never asked."
The rapper stood up with a shaking head, the smile still prominent on his face as he walked back to Jeonghan, who was already awaiting him, but not before he let his fingers tighten around Minnie's knee, making her jolt up and slap him out of reflex.
[i saw that wonwoo]
[he's so annyoing, i love him]
He laughed at her reaction - he knew how much she hated whenever someone did that to her.
[and i react just like her anytime someone does that to me]
[that shit hurts]
-
[INSIDE SEVENTEEN] ('Super' Choreography Practice Sketch)
The idol group had finished their final practice of the choreo to 'Super' and everyone was cleaning up to leave. Some decided to stand behind for a few more minutes, talking to the choreographers and dancers. The cameraman for this Inside Seventeen episode caught Dokyeom and Dino before they were able to head off, now standing in front of the camera, talking about the exhausting day they had just put behind.
[not wonnie related but can we talk about how fucking good they look, thank you]
In the background, Wonwoo, wearing a green puffer vest, was engulfed in a conversation with three of the 200 extra dancers they had brought in for that last day. Nodding along to whatever story they were telling, he got distracted when Minnie's familiar figure walked up next to him.
Without even thinking about it, he opened his left arm, welcoming the girl into a comforting side hug. A warm smile spread on her lips as she wrapped her arms around his torso, letting her cheek rest on his shoulder.
[NOT SO LITTLE, BUT STILL BACKGROUND]
[i don't even know if they realise the camera caught them]
[i love how the cameraman didn't even budge though]
[like they're clearly directly in the middle of the screen hahaha]
[inse editors are wonnie supporters <3]
For a quick minute, the rapper leaned down to whisper something into her ear, to which the girl nodded before getting included in the conversation by one of the female dancers who had been talking. As soon as the sound of the '96 Liner's deep voice rang through her ears, Minnie lifted her head to look at him.
[that, ladies and gentleman, is called lovey-dovey eyes]
[i have no fucking idea if you actually call it that but that's what it looks like to me, fight me]
When everyone started chuckling at something that was being said, she straightened her back and dropped the arm that was wrapped around his front - Wonwoo's stayed around her shoulders, gently rubbing up and down her upper arm.
[i love small cute domestic shit like that]
[they just look so comfortable like that]
[like imagine you're in a friend group with them and suddenly they do this shit]
[i'd start crying because of how cute it looks]
[but it's probably the most normal thing ever for them]
[UGH pls adopt me into this group]
-
[INSIDE SEVENTEEN] SEVENTEEN (The Game Caterers Shoot Sketch)
Just as Seungcheol was coming down the stairs, Wonwoo and Minnie arrived and made their way up, passing the cameraman who was filming for their new Inside Seventeen episode. The female member was behind the rapper, both of her hands on his back, playfully pushing him to move quicker as he was slow in his steps.
[pls]
With sleep still written all across his face, Wonwoo turned to his left to wave at the camera. "Hi," he simply said, continuing his walk up.
Minnie stopped in her tracks to look at the camera with a big smile, taking a step forward to get a bit closer. "Good morning!"
[again: everyone else is completely normal, and then we have minnie. the morning person]
Her voice held much more cheer than any of the other members.
But as quick as she was there, she jolted up the steps as the camera moved to show that Wonwoo had also stopped to wait on her. The two continued side by side.
[he waited for her...]
[he WAITED for her]
[what in the low expectations... why am i reacting like this]
[BUT LOOK AT THEM]
-
Incheon Airport 230515
Wonwoo had just gotten out of the car, coming to a halt right at the door. Next, and last, Minnie stepped out, revealing her figure. Over one shoulder, she had a dark backpack, that was swiftly taken off her by the '96 Liner, who threw it over his own shoulders in a quick move.
[he ain't letting her carry ANYTHING]
The girl put on her sunglasses right away as the flashing lights had already started to blind her, making the rapper react quickly. He tried to cover her as she turned around to use the car door as an emergency mirror, for just a moment.
[it's giving timothée chalamet and saoirse ronan and I'm so here for it]
When she was about to lean forward, wanting to get something out of the vehicle, Wonwoo beat her to it and pulled out a rolling suitcase. He let it hit the floor before pulling the handle up, ready to move forward and join the other members that had already gathered by the crosswalk.
[I TOLD YOU]
[princess treatment and nothing less👑]
The couple started to make their way past the cars, straight ahead, with Wonwoo at a slightly quicker pace due to his longer legs, making the girl have to almost jog to catch up with him as she reached out for the handle to take control over her luggage. The rapper's head, half of his face covered by a bucked hat, turned to her, looking down at where their hands met. He placed his free on on top of hers, pushing it away, only for her to repeat her action, still trying to claim her suitcase.
[if your man doesn't fight you wanting to carry your luggage, is he even your man?]
[never settle for less is what I'm learning here]
[thank you wonwoo for raising my standards yet once again]
Wonwoo stood his ground and just continued to carry it forward, making the girl shake her head as she stopped next to Dokyeom, turning to him with a smile that he returned.
-
[INSIDE SEVENTEEN] SEVENTEEN WORLD TOUR [BE THE SUN] NORTH AMERICA BEHIND #1
During one of their breaks in their concert, some of the members had gathered around right behind the stage, some having decided on sitting on the stairs, while others went for the possibly slightly more comfortable choice on one of the plastic chairs the staff had put up - Hoshi and Wonwoo were two of them. With a grin on his face, patted the rapper his own thigh as soon as Dino had approached him, a bottle of water in his grip. The maknae denied the proposal, only for the older to continue the action, his palm repeatedly hitting the silver fabric of his pants.
Minnie was right behind Minghao, appearing from one of the black doors, joining the members that were currently being filmed. She was still adjusting the microphone around her head as she saw the '96 and '99 Liners' interaction, giggling.
The corner of her lips curled up as she watched the youngest shaking his head each time Wonwoo motioned for him to sit down, giving her the opportunity to take his place. With only a few steps, she stopped right in front of the rapper, turning around and taking a seat on the thigh he had been patting only a second ago, getting a burst of laughter from him in return.
[girl took that like it was reserved for her]
[dang]
[so hot]
Dino, who now had his eyes on the couple almost choked on his water as he started laughing, putting down the bottle he was holding.
[HIS REACTION😂😂]
"If you won't, I'll gladly accept the seat," she grinned at the youngest, who saluted her, making her and Wonwoo chuckle.
[oh minnie same]
[same same same...]
The camera didn't miss the hand he had placed on her left thigh as he rested his forehead on her shoulder, his shoulders still shaking from laughing.
[MH, WE ALL CAUGHT THAT TOO]
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[INSIDE SEVENTEEN] SEVENTEEN WORLD TOUR [BE THE SUN] NORTH AMERICA BEHIND #2
The couple hadn't yet realised they had gotten caught during the thumb wrestle they had started with each other while waiting to go back on stage in Fort Worth. Minnie was trying to free her hand from Wonwoo's tight grip, pulling away with the strength she had left, but he easily caught her thumb with his, making him laugh and her whine out loud.
[again, so cute for what]
[just get a room and get to it, jesus]
Only then, did she realise the camera had been on them, gazing at the cameraman with wide eyes and her lips pressed together as she mouthed, 'Did you just see me lose?' To which the camera moved up and down.
[GIRL]
[we've been watching you WINNING in life for quite a while]
[you get to do stuff like this on the regular]
[you are WINNING my friend, trust me]
The rapper turned his head in confusion, which got washed away as soon as he saw the light that was attached to the device.
With their hands still interlocked, the female member released her fingers and used her other hand for more strength as she held onto Wonwoo's, trying hard to curve his fingers, so they'd create the other half of her heart. The '96 Liner continued to laugh at her antics as he watched her struggle.
[HE'S A MENACE]
[let her live]
[let her do a godforsaken heart, JESUS😂😭]
For a second, the girl managed to get his fingers in the right position, making her quickly turn to the camera and smile before dropping his hand only a second later, getting another chuckle from the man in return. While she kept a disappointed look on her face, Wonwoo got a hold of her hand, patting it gently as he formed a finger heart with his free hand, getting a chuckle out of her.
[he's actually really cute, we all know that]
[he'd do anything for her, i just know it]
Minnie joined him and sent a wink in the camera's direction in addition.
[well... time to go find myself a wonwoo, brb]
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Regarding "The Hobbit" film trilogy, even if I ended up personally disliking and resenting how much time and focus the elf characters (and others) ended up taking away from the dwarves whom I think deserved more focus as rich internal characters (I know that studio pressures are a factor in that terrible love triangle and so on), I still... vaguely appreciate the effort to create and include named female characters like Tauriel, when the book is sadly lacking in them. I think she's fine, actually. Comparatively, there are many other elements in these adaptations that I think are much, MUCH worse.
But still, if you want to add female characters to this story, the obvious answer to me seems to be to just make half the Company into dwarf women? (With similarly fancy beards and other facial hair! Because I think that's fun.) It's just... so much easier?
Do NOT come at me with that "dwarf women are rare" bullshit. Unreliable narration. Logistically unlikely. Also, if you believe that "men are the warriors and craftsmen, the women stay at home" is how dwarf society strictly functions (boring, honestly, on top of being incredibly sexist), I could argue that the Battle of Azanulbizar and other struggles probably left a significant dent in this dwarf group's male population, leaving behind many widows and mothers without children to pick up the work. The battlefields have come to and TAKEN both Erebor and Moria from the dwarves. I see no good reason why dwarf women would not have equal investment in reclaiming their home and the gold. Many of the Company are not presented to be formally trained warriors, anyway.
Now, ideally, we could do way queerer stuff in terms of both romance and gender here, but we know cowards with veto powers would not let this happen. Still, I feel like basic genderbending would have been a very doable move and is, actually, a very reasonable ask of an adaptation that would have added some depth to the story even if you didn't acknowledge the change at all.
Like, preferably, this would be an adaptational change that would be directly addressed. Maybe all of the Company appear male at first due to traveling that way (and assumptions made by humans and hobbits), then Bilbo might learn that some of the Company are dwarf women when he becomes closer to all of them. We could have a brief scene acknowledging that dwarf women are fighting these battles for their pasts and their futures too. It doesn't have to be a big thing! They can just be there. Existing. Participating.
I even think it would be fun if two of the dwarves were actually an older married couple traveling together, instead of brothers or cousins, because loving married bickering and battle couples are fun. You can have running jokes in the background about how Smaug's invasion ruined their wedding day, and going back and forth with "you never take me anywhere nice" @ each other whenever they're stuck in Goblintown or the Mirkwood dungeons. (I like seeing good marriages & partnerships in fiction and established couples going on fantasy quests together. I just think it's neat.)
But another (sillier) direction is that you could just cast some actresses in beards to play some of the dwarves, then leave the fact that some of these characters are probably dwarf women (traveling as men) as a fun detail for the audience. Bilbo is either too oblivious to notice or much too polite to bring it up at all. It's canonically compliant to the text this way!
Now, obviously some few people would have complained that Tolkien's work was being ruined by "political correctness", but they complained anyway about Tauriel (when there are MANY other bad choices in these movies), and what worthwhile arguments could they have possibly made against genderbending some of the THIRTEEN dwarves? Like, most casual fans I know cannot NAME the entire Company, who get so little character development in the book that the films had to come up with unique designs and backgrounds for most of them anyway. Bro (directed towards someone objecting to the idea of including female dwarves), be real, there's no way that you honestly cared this much about "Nori the Dwarf" before right now.
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We've created a Monster Pt.II
Diavolo laughed at the screen of his DDD, hurriedly gesturing for Barbatos to join him.
'Come see this, Barbatos, Lucifer just shared the most delightful video!'
'I'm sure it must be of great importance for you to neglect your paperwork, my lord.'
Sheepishly, Diavolo turned to screen toward him, presenting the still image of an envy demon dwarfing their powerless exchange student.
'Oh my, lord this image is far from amusing.'
'Trust me, just press play.'
So he did, and was very much not expecting what came next. 'I see, it seems MC has grown rather more capable than I gave them credit for.'
'According to Lucifer they were rather unbothered by the threat, he even called a family meeting to address the event and MC just...laughed them off?'
Barbatos couldn't help but smile. 'How remarkable, expected though. MC has seen demons far more frightening than a lesser envy demon.'
'That's what they said to the brothers, though Lucifer seems to find it far less amusing than we do.'
'I imagine, it is not the sort of scenario he would find at all pleasant. Threat to our young human cause him a great deal of unrest.'
Diavolo grinned a conspirator's smile. 'Just him?'
'...fair point.'
'Why are the incantations so long? I'm trying to light a candle not summon a hurricane.' MC huffed, slouching into the armchair with the grimoire laid open across her thighs. 'It's like a religious text.'
'Magic's way of making sure you mean to get what you're asking for.' Solomon's smile was beguiling, almost sweet, but not.
He's a menace, and no one knows that better than MC, who's been taking magical instruction for him for months.
The sorcerer crossed his legs, flipping through a new spell book MC brought over from Satan. 'So, I hear you had some fun at RAD this morning.'
MC rolled their eyes, reluctantly going back to memorising incantations. 'You too? Does the entire Devildom know about that by now?'
'I'd say so, everyone who matters at least. We haven't told Luke, poor thing would loose his mind if he had actual proof of how dangerous the devildom really is for you.'
'I'm not in any danger, you're starting to sound like Lucifer.' MC huffed. 'Next thing I know you'll be off on a lecture about my lack of self preservation and needing to be careful.'
'I would never, watching you get in trouble is my favourite pass time.' He winked teasingly, kicking his shows up on the coffee table. 'I am curious though, what was going through your head when he threatened you? I remember being a little intimidated the first time a demon tried to kill me.'
'I'm honestly surprised you remember your first anything anymore.'
'Don't change the subject.' Tutted Solomon with that congenial smile of his that was neither friendly nor threatening. 'What were you thinking?'
MC sighed, closing the grimoire and turning their attention to the plate of cookies Luke left for them. 'It was annoying, I went into RAD early to get ahead on a project I was supposed to be working on with Simeon. Could have expected that reaction when I told him Levi wears envy way better. That time he tried to kill me gave me nightmares for days.'
'...MC, how many times have those lunatics nearly killed you?'
'Pfft, you think I keep count? Between Beel's tantrums, Mammon's schemes and just existing in Lucifer's radius I nearly die at least twice a week. It was way more when I first met them though.'
Solomon had to resist the urge to gape. His sense of normal may be a few thousand years past twisted, but this is... odd even for him. A human this young should not be this comfortable with domestic danger, let alone love those who put them there.
Several, times, a week.
MC carries on eating their cookies happily, reaching for another one when their eye catches something on the table, half hidden behind a book, but that beastly silhouette is unmistakeable, and they immediately curl into the chair as though they've been burned.
Pitching a whine to alert the house, their wide eyes fixate on the eight legged monstrosity, arms coiled tight around themselves as their skin immediately begins to crawl and twitch as though being assaulted by hundreds of the tiny beasts.
'What?! What is...oh, hello there.'
Solomon is almost left a aghast all over again. Here sits the most desensitised human he's ever met (besides himself), curled up in a ball, over a spider.
Fair be it a decent sized spider, probably the size of his thumb, but a mere spider nonetheless.
'You looked a 20-foot snake in the eye, you take Cerberus for evening walks with Lucifer...' he trailed off, carefully nudging the arachnid into an empty glass and caging it with a book '...and you're afraid of a spider?'
'Fuckin' right I am! And I'm not going to justify it to you so get rid of it before I set you on fire!'
Solomon laughed, and laughed until he couldn't hold himself upright anymore, wiping a tear from his eye, but when next he looked up, MC was still staring at the spider, eyes so full of genuine terror and brimming with tears, he felt guilt strike him.
'This...genuinely frightens you, doesn't it?'
MC nodded, lip jutted in an involuntary pout, skin raised in goose bumps. 'I wish it didn't.'
'Alright, I'm sorry. I'll get rid of it.'
And he did, and made a point of making sure everyone knew about MC's phobia, and didn't make fun of them for it.
Was it ironic that someone who looked death in the eye and waved was afraid of spiders? Absolutely, but no one chooses fear over comfort, and MC has chosen to be brave one too many times for anyone to begrudge them one or two irrational fears.
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klaus or elijah (your choice) x former flame!reader 👀
all i want | elijah mikaelson
+ Ohhh I loved your cat and mouse one! Could you please make a calm housewife/mom of the friend group type of girl and Elijah falling for her in a kind of best friend to lovers situation? Idk I just think it would fit cause elijah’s very family oriented and I see him falling for a dear old time friend too? Idk so uhm yeah. Feel free to refuse ofc!
elijah mikaelson x vampire!reader (no y/n)
author's notes; combining these requests :) hope that's ok!!
warnings; vague references to past violence but nothing insane. exes to friends to lovers, just plotless fluff, with an extra side of fluff. yes elijah is extremely charming, yes he can't make eye contact with a pretty girl. duality of man.
It’s an unspoken thing, what lingers between them still. Unspoken in the sense that they don’t talk about it, but everyone else does.
It always shocks people to learn that the oldest vampires on Earth are ridiculous, catty gossips. Elijah doesn’t know why it’s such a surprise. Living as long as they all have, you’ve got to keep things interesting, otherwise immortality becomes mind-numbing. He supposes that it just doesn’t measure up to their reputation for being ruthless animals, which isn’t unfounded. It’s just not the only thing they could be classified as.
Ruthless monsters that defend each other to the death at the end of the day, no matter how many times they’ve stabbed each other in the backs, certainly. Childish gossips that like to start rumors and rewrite history when they get a little bored, definitely. The two identifiers can coexist, and very much do.
And this thing, this unspoken thing that is unspoken for a multitude of reasons but none more so than the simple fact that even as long as they’ve known each other it’s still fragile, and something could break it with ease, is only unspoken to Elijah.
His brothers and sisters, however, like to do nothing but talk about it.
“Well, she’s almost here,” Rebekah rolls her eyes, but it’s just for the fact that her older brother is going to be a lovesick idiot the entire time the girl is here, and it really takes away from Rebekah’s own quality time with her. “No wonder Elijah’s been bumbling around like a fool all day.”
Klaus chuckles, and the two of them dutifully ignore the glare their brother sends them. “Do you think she sent him a letter to announce her arrival? Elijah always loves things like that,”
Rebekah’s blue eyes light up. “Oh, yes! I wonder if she sprayed it with her perfume– us ladies used to do that with a suitor back in the day,” She fans a hand towards her face, closing her eyes at the small breeze it creates. “They don’t text or call, of course, it takes all of the personality out of it. And god knows Elijah’s all personality,”
Klaus laughs again, and the two finally glance across the room to where Elijah’s leaning against a wall, glaring at them with his arms crossed over his chest.
“I hate you both,” He says, earning another round of laughter from them. “And stop going through my things, Rebekah. Those letters are none of your business.”
The blonde girl pushes her lips out in a pout. “But I get so bored, Elijah. You can’t be mad at me for entertaining myself,”
“I fear he just hates fun, dear sister,” Klaus says, feigning a wistful tone. “He doesn’t approve of my methods of entertainment either.”
“That’s because your methods of entertainment always end in a bloodbath,” Elijah says accusingly, earning a shrug from the hybrid. “You’re both immature. A thousand years old, still acting like children.”
Their faces twist in offense in unison, and Elijah distantly thinks that even though they’re not even fully related, let alone the same age even in their vampiric years, they were twins put on this Earth to terrorize him and ensure that he never knew peace.
Before they can begin their outcries of dramatized offense, and Elijah can continue to lightheartedly mock them, a voice comes from the hall, echoing fondly.
“Must you two always tease your brother?” The smile is obvious in her voice as she walks into the room, and the three of them snap their gazes towards the woman in surprise. “He’s a delicate soul, you know. His poor heart can’t handle too many jokes,”
Elijah recovers quickly, rolling his eyes, though he can’t (and won’t) stop the smile from growing on his face as she meets Rebekah for a hug. “Oh, wonderful. That’s just what they need. Encouragement.”
She chuckles at his poorly-feigned exasperation, and the sound settles in his ears like a morning dove’s song. She releases Rebekah from the hug and leans down to where Klaus is stretched out in a chair with his feet kicked up on the table, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
Glancing around at the vaulted ceilings of the compound, she sighs wistfully. “I can’t believe this place looks the same as when you bought it,” She shakes her head in slight disbelief.
Klaus shrugs, crossing his arms over his chest. “When we first returned, there was some… cleaning up to do, but it’s maintained its shape wonderfully.”
If she catches onto his double entendre, she doesn’t say anything, just nods in understanding. That’s something Elijah has always liked about her– she lets things go unsaid. She’s always had the ability to connect with him and his siblings in a way that most others can’t, and even when Elijah is at his worst, she’s been that olive branch that he can grab onto to bring him back to himself. Always so understanding and level. It’s a wonder that she still associates with any of them, given their penchant for chaos.
Finally, she turns her attention onto him, and in its entirety he feels breathless. Even after decades of knowing one another, it’s never gotten easier to hide his ardor for her. He knows she can still read him as easily as she could thirty years ago, too.
“Elijah,” She says his name better than he’s ever heard it, with a tilt to her head and a fondness in her voice that makes him feel more alive than anything else he’s found in his centuries on this planet.
She crosses the room to where he’s at, because he froze in his spot as soon as he heard her voice, and wraps her arms around him like she’s never been more relieved to see him.
It’s another thing he’s always liked about her. She’s never stopped loving him. He knows that. Lives with it everyday.
Regrets a lot of things, too.
He says her name back as gently as he can, like she’ll break in his arms. He wonders if she thinks of all the times she has broken in his arms, and then he tells himself there’s no way she’s forgotten it, because he hasn’t. And that is something that is theirs and theirs alone.
She pulls away and he misses her touch the moment she goes because it feels rarer and rarer with each day that passes. Every time she leaves, he fears it’s the last time he’ll see her.
He doesn’t want to ruin her visit with these thoughts. Even though he knows she’d offer him endless comfort, he doesn’t want her to worry about him for a second.
She turns to face them, clapping her hands together with a smile. “Well, then. What’s first on the agenda?”
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Something that comes with living as long as Elijah has is learning that some things about yourself you’ll just never be able to change. Such things like being a vampire in itself, having a firm hand when it comes to doing business with people. He’s been told he’s somewhat of a snake, and he’s well aware of his silver tongued ways, and it’s something he knows he can’t change, and hasn’t ever wanted to.
One thing that has yet to fall under that category of acceptance is his jealousy.
In his defense, he’s never jealous when he thinks he should be. He’s never been jealous of his siblings, spare for a few embarrassing months spent around the doppelgängers, but Elijah has never had to envy someone for something they had because if he wanted it that bad, he could just take it.
But this. This he knows is jealousy, pure and unbridled, and nauseating, if he’s feeling that correctly.
This is the jealousy that he’s seen destroy entire regimes. This is the jealousy that has driven his family to madness at times.
And of course, she’s at the center of it all. Of course she is. There would be no other way he could feel this so strongly if she was not involved in it somehow.
She’s the source of a lot of jealousy, he knows. He’s jealous of the carefree relationships his siblings get to have with her because they don’t have to be burdened with the feelings of the past that are most definitely still there. They don’t have to worry if they looked at her lips for too long, or if they held her a little too gentle to be considered entirely friendly. They don’t have to worry about saying the wrong thing, stepping past that line they so carefully drew in the sand for everyone’s sake.
These are the consequences of his actions, he knows. It doesn’t make it any easier to deal with, though. It might make it worse.
Watching his siblings drink freely as the band played on was nothing unfamiliar. Patrons had long since joined in on the fun, and he’s sure there’s a crowd outside looking in on the celebration of unknown origins.
At the center of it all, she is there, standing on a table with a crowd of adoring admirers surrounding her as she swayed and moved to the music. He would swear there’s a light shining on her, just for her, projecting her shadow above everyone like some sort of angel. He thinks she has every right to be worshiped.
And the reason he’s so maddeningly, bitingly jealous is because he is the reason that he’s not the one dancing with her. He can’t be the one to dance with her, and he can’t be the one that makes her laugh like she is because he’s the one that said they shouldn’t be together. He is the one who broke her heart, and he doesn’t deserve an ounce of the kindness she still shows.
So all he can do is sip his drink at the bar and watch as she pulls his sister, sweet, dangerous, devastatingly insecure Rebekah, up onto the table with her and shares her spotlight with her. Making his sister light up like she does with no one else. Earning another round of cheers from Klaus and Kol as they watch on, demanding another round of drinks for everyone in an odd show of generosity.
She brings out the best in his siblings. In him.
It makes him burn bright inside. Boiling, hot to the touch. He knows then and there that there’s a reason he’s seen something as trivial as jealousy take down the most powerful of men. Love is such a dangerous thing to get involved in in the first place, but finding someone, finding the woman who makes you feel like you could conquer the world is something else entirely. It bypasses dangerous and heads straight into fatal.
Because she makes you feel like you could conquer the whole world, but the second you lose her, it all means nothing. You’ll tear it all down if it means she won’t be there, too.
And the worst part of it all is the only reason he feels like this is because he is the one that ruined it. Blamed his family, blamed his parents, blamed everything else but his own fears for the reason they couldn’t be together. The distance, the timing. Whatever he could grasp, he pulled it out of his pocket and gave it to her on a silver platter, served with a distant coldness he’d long since perfect, and never wanted to use on her in the first place.
He had so much time under his belt, but he was such a child. So helpless it bordered on criminal, all because he fell in love and he didn’t know what to do with it.
It’s embarrassing more than anything else.
He hasn’t taken his eyes off of her since she started dancing. Hadn’t stopped listening since he heard her first laugh. Didn’t want to miss a single second, just in case.
For the first time all night, he blinked and turned his head away from her and threw the rest of his drink back like it was water.
He could allow himself a bit more wallowing. Just a bit.
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“Well, Rebekah’s safe in bed. I even got her in pajamas, believe it or not,” Her voice carries even in its whisper, and he looks up from his lap as she enters the small living space, hands clasped in front of her as she takes a seat in the chair beside him. “Original vampire or not, I doubt she’ll feel very good in the morning.”
Elijah hummed, thinking of his dear sister and how even if she’d healed a thousand times over, she’d still find a way to complain. He adored it.
“What about you?”
He raises a brow, lips twisting confusedly. “What about me?”
She gestures towards his slightly slumped form on the couch pointedly. He follows her direction, looking at his rumpled suit, and the white button up he’d undone the top four buttons off, at least. He feels momentarily embarrassed at his state of disarray but he simply huffs out a laugh, lifting his gaze to meet hers again.
“I’m a mess,” He shrugs, earning a quiet laugh out of her. “But I don’t think that has anything to do with our drinking tonight.”
“I can’t disagree, unfortunately,”
He hides the way his grin threatens to split his face behind his face, rubbing along his scruffy jawline as he looks at her. The longer he lingers, the more she avoids his gaze.
“What?”
He shakes his head.
“Elijah,” She intones, such a familiar adoration in her voice that it nearly makes him sick. He doesn’t deserve it. “You’ve been so quiet tonight. What’s on your mind?”
“You,”
Her eyes widen in shock at his quick, candid answer, and he has to hide his own surprise at how quick the word had shot out of his mouth.
“Me? What about me?”
“Everything,” He sighs, shifting his long legs so he could turn towards her and give her his full attention. “I’ve missed you.”
“Oh,” She breathes out, looking slightly bashful. “Well, I always miss you. I wouldn’t ever leave if I didn’t–”
She stops herself, covering her mouth with her hand as a sheepish look crosses her face. He knows she wants him to move past her slip up, but he doesn’t. Can’t.
“If you didn’t, what?” He leans forward, looking at her imploringly. “Why do you stay away so long?”
She takes a moment to collect herself, picking at the skin around her nails half-heartedly, like it’s not really bothering her, she just doesn’t want to be so open right now. He’d feel worse about pushing her if he didn’t feel like his heart was leaping out of his throat.
“Well, I didn’t think you wanted me around that much,” She says quietly, gesturing towards him.
He rears back like she’s slapped him.
“How could you ever think such a thing?” He whispers her name, a distant veil of horror laced in his tone. Fear, really.
“You said,” She says, face furrowing in confusion. “All those years ago– you said that there was no reason for me to stay here with you in New Orleans. So, I– I left. And I travel all the time until I come back here for as long as you’ll let me.”
Elijah feels something gripping his chest and it feels remarkably like his heart is breaking.
His voice breaks on her name and he leans forward again, reaching into her space to grab her hands in his. Allowing himself this piece of her that he simply doesn’t deserve.
“I never,” He stops, breathing out harshly. “I never wanted you to leave. I just–”
He stops again, squeezes her hands, and then steels himself because this is the least he owes her.
“You deserved more than to be stuck here with my family,” He starts slowly. “I never– I never wanted you to leave. Every time you walk out of those doors, I want to chase you down and make you stay. You have to believe me when I say that I only ever wanted you to be happy, and you wouldn’t have found that stuck here in the mess we had made back then.”
There’s a poignant silence that settles as she processes his words, and he holds the ragged breath that builds in his chest when she begins to drag her thumbs along the backs of his hands, smoothing at the skin there. Ever so gentle.
“All I’ve ever wanted was to be here with you and your family,” She says, shaking her head like she’s scolding him, even though her tone is anything but. “Being here makes me happier than any place I’ve traveled to. And I’m– I’m truly grateful that you had my best interest in mind, Elijah, but you have to understand,”
She trails off and an incredulous laugh leaves her lips as she smiles at him. “I’ve loved you my entire life. And my heart used to break every day knowing that I’d only have a short time with you. When I turned, I was so– I was so happy because I suddenly had the rest of time to be with you. And you… you broke my heart, Elijah. You truly did,”
She presses her thumbs into his skin firmly, just a pressure point to punctuate her words. “But I have never stopped loving you. And every time I walked out of those doors and left you behind, my heart broke again. You wouldn’t have ever had to make me stay. That’s all I’ve ever wanted to do.”
Elijah’s breath stalls in his chest, and lets it out slowly, shakily. There’s a distant string of hope he lets himself pull on, just this once. Because she let him.
He meets her gaze and smiles softly, just for her. “Will you stay, then? I’m– I’m asking you, truly. Will you stay?”
She nods before he even finishes speaking and laughs quietly, the sound just for him. “Of course I will, Elijah. I’ll stay as long as you want me to,”
“Forever,”
“Forever, then. I’ll stay forever.”
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Jersey
College! Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Natasha’s idea of getting a jersey with Bucky’s name turned out to be much better than you expected.
Words count: 3.2k
Warnings: established relationships, SMUT, unprotected sex (but they’re both safe and clean), dirty talk, sex in the locker room, a lot of pet names, Bucky is needy and caring, he’s deeply in love.
Author’s note: hey everyone! thank you for your feedback on my last posts, it means a lot to me. so this is my first smut, and I hope you’ll enjoy it. (I became creative with that photo of the red jersey because I couldn’t find a perfect picture, so I edited it for like half an hour😭)
I have many ideas for my future works, but you have something interesting in mind, feel free to write me about it. Maybe I get some inspiration and create something🩷🦋
*English is not my first language. Sorry if you find any mistakes*
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It’s been another game for the "Avengers", where your boyfriend Bucky Barnes was a quarterback. Today was one of the most important games against "Hydra" – their biggest enemy. Obviously, you couldn't miss the game, and Natasha, your best friend and roommate, will be with you as always. And right now, she has convinced you to do something that has been on your mind for a long time.
"C’mon, It’ll be fun. He’ll like it, I promise!" She said as you two stood near the place that made custom t-shirts with any prints. And at this moment, Natasha wanted you to order a jersey with Bucky’s number and his name on it.
"I don’t know, Nat. I mean, I want to do it, but what if he thinks that it’s too much?" You nervously played with the hem of your skirt.
"Now stop it." She stood before you and put her hand on her hips like a mother who was scolding her child. "You’ve been dating for more than a year, and his guy loves you so fucking much that he can’t even tear his eyes from you every time you two are in the same room. So when I tell you that he’ll love it, I mean it." You silently looked at her for a few minutes, but when she questionably raised her eyebrow, you finally gave up.
"Fine, you won. I hate you."
"I love you too, baby." Nat chuckled and dragged you to the store.
It seemed like there were thousands of people because everyone wanted to see one of the most important games of the season. People were already taking their seats, but you and Nat went straight to the locker room to wish the guys good luck. Trainer Fury was very strict about this, and it was forbidden for people not from the team to go there, but for some reason Nat always found a way to solve this problem.
"Guys!" Natasha loudly knocked at the door. "Are all of you already dressed up? I’m not in the mood to see somebody’s ass today!"
"Come in!" You heard Thor’s loud voice.
"Oh, I see our support group is here." As soon as you two walked in, Sam ended up between you and Nat and threw his hands over your shoulders, leading you deeper into the room. "Barnes will be here soon; don’t worry."
"Okay. Are you guys ready to beat their asses?" You smiled and looked at the almost entire team that had come to see you and Nat.
"Don’t worry, Sweets, we’ll win, as always." Tony answered you while he was cleaning his helmet. "But you should tell your boyfriend to stay away from Rumlow, or else he’ll be suspended again. By the way, is that jersey with his name?" You quietly nodded as the whole team made an impressive ‘woo’ together.
"You two are disgustingly sweet, you know that?" Sam rolled his eyes, and at the same time, the door slammed. "It’s him; go give him some kisses for luck."
"Shut up, Samuel." You laughed and left their little circle to find Bucky looking at his phone. "Don’t you want to say hi, James?" He moved his eyes to you, and his face immediately lit up with happiness.
"I just wanted to text you." He threw his phone on the bench and came closer to wrap his arms around you. "Hi, doll. I missed you so much today." He mumbled into your neck.
"I missed you too, Buck." You smiled when your heart filled with all the love you had for that man. "But wait, I have to show you something." You slipped out of his hands, excited and nervous at the same time. "Look what I’ve got!" You happily turned around to show Bucky your back and flipped your hair to the side so he could see everything better. "Do you like it?"
You had a big red jersey on you, to which Bucky didn't even pay attention at first. But when you turned around, his mouth went dry and his whole body became fuzzy. You had his number 17 and the word "Barnes" on your back. You were wearing his name.
For a few seconds, he was silent. He didn't answer your answer either, so with confusion written on your face, you faced him again, only to see a weird look on his face.
"What? You don't like it? Should I take this off? I'm sorry…" You started to apologize, only to be interrupted by his low voice.
"Don't you dare take this off, Y/N." He suddenly came closer to you again, and the next thing you knew, your back was slapped against the metal lockers when Bucky’s lips attacked you. He kissed you passionately and deeply, pressing his body against yours as if he was desperate to touch you and feel you closer. You couldn’t hold back the quiet moan that escaped your mouth when he tilted your head with his hand, helping his tongue slip into your mouth.
You thought that you heard the screams of the boys on the other side of the room, but they were really muffled when your head was filled with the thought of your boyfriend’s soft lips and warm skin. Bucky finally broke the kiss, leaving you two catching your breath while he put his forehead on yours and closed his eyes.
"You don’t understand what you’re doing to me. You look so fucking hot in this jersey, I want to fuck you right now." He whispered so only you could hear. "You made me hard, doll." To prove his words, he pushed his hips a little bit closer to you so you could feel the hardness.
"‘M sorry; I didn’t know that you would react like that."
"Hey, Buck, we should already go." Bucky’s grip on your waist became only tighter, when he heard Steve’s voice, and he nuzzled into your neck.
"Give me a minute."
"The game is gonna start soon."
"I said, give me a minute, Steve!" He said it louder. Bucky deeply inhaled, and it was obvious that he just needed some time to calm down.
"Shh, it’s okay, James." You put your hands through his hair because you knew that it would instantly relax him. "You're gonna win this game, right? And without fights."
"I’ll do everything for you. I just love you so much, doll." He whispered into your neck when his body finally relaxed and he was able to move away from you.
"I love you too, James." He quickly kissed you again before turning around to face the team, who had knowing smirks on their faces.
"You two should get a room." Sam had an annoyed look on his face.
"Don’t worry, Birdbrain, we will. Are you ready for the game, or are you gonna stand here and complain all day?" Bucky winked at you and went out of the room without waiting for the answer from Sam.
"So…" Natasha suddenly appeared near you. "Did you make The White Wolf hard by just wearing a shirt with his name on it?" She grinned, as it was her original plan that worked.
"Oh, shut up!"
The game was tough. Hydra played dirty as always, and Bucky almost got into a fight with Rumlow during the intense moment. You almost jumped out of the seat during the last few minutes of the game, and when "Avengers" finally won, you and Natsha screamed at the top of your lungs.
As soon as the team was done cheering and hugging, Bucky looked at the seat where you were supposed to be but saw only Nat, who pointed at you already standing near the rim. He ran to you with the biggest smile on his face, and when he finally reached you, he crushed his lips into yours.
You didn’t care that many people looked at you, even though you knew that some particular groups of girls would gossip about it for the next week because… well, everyone wanted your boyfriend. You just wrapped your hands around his sweaty neck and pulled him closer to you as far as you could with a fence between you two.
"I’m so proud of you, baby." You whispered into his lips. "You were amazing as always."
"Thank you, doll. I'm happy that you’re here with me." He looked into your eyes as his right thumb rubbed your cheek.
"You know I couldn’t miss your game, especially if it’s that important."
"Mhm, can you… come to the locker room in like twenty minutes?" Bucky nervously licked his lips.
"To the locker room? I thought we were going to celebrate it with the team as always."
"Maybe later, but I’m thinking of something, so come, ‘kay?" He started to go back to the field, but not before giving you another sweet kiss on the lips.
You sat in the cafeteria for about twenty minutes, passionately waiting for the appropriate time to go to the locker room because you really didn’t want to see another naked man that wasn’t your boyfriend. One such experience was enough for you. You asked Nat to come with you, but when you repeated Bucky’s words to her, she just gave you a mysterious smirk and patted you on the shoulder, saying that you better go there alone.
When you finally got there and knocked on the door, you heard only Bucky’s voice, who told you to come in.
"James? What’s going on?" You asked as you came further into the room. It was empty except for Bucky, who came out of nowhere and locked the door. "What are you doing?"
He didn’t answer you; he just crossed the room, kissed you, and pushed your back into the metal lockers, just as he did it a few hours ago. He was greedy, passionate, and a little bit too rough, so you couldn’t keep the moan from escaping your mouth. Bucky’s hands squeezed your hips and then went higher under your jersey.
"Bucky…" You pulled away from the kiss, but he took advantage of it and started kissing your neck. Your eyes rolled back as you squeezed his shoulders and completely forgot everything you wanted to say. He sucked your soft skin into his mouth and even bit you. It was obvious that he desperately wanted to leave dark marks on your neck, but, honestly, you didn’t care. He smelled too good fresh out of the shower, with his bare chest and low-rise gray sweatpants, and his mouth… God, you knew what his mouth could do. "Baby, we can’t do it here."
"We can, and we will." He left your neck and looked at you, leaving only a few inches between your faces. "You can’t imagine how hard it was for me not to bend you over the closest surface when you showed me that fucking shirt. With my name on it? So everyone could see that you’re mine?" Bucky licked his already swollen lips. You pressed your thighs together, feeling how wet you were. He definitely felt that motion because his eyes became darker, and he looked like he was going to devour you at that same place.
"James…" You quietly whimpered, not being able to hold yourself anymore.
"Baby, fuck– doll, I love it when you call me that. You drive me insane." He decided not to lose any more time, so his hands went straight to the button of your jeans. He helped you get out of them, not losing a chance to touch your bare legs. "Now turn around, baby." You heard a deep moan, probably when he saw the back of the shirt again.
"Bucky, please." You whispered when you felt that more juices came out of you. You loved when your boyfriend became needy and possessive.
"Look at you, doll. You're already ready for me, and I haven’t even touched you yet." He said that when he put his hand over your pussy, he probably felt the heat and pulse. "I would’ve eaten you out, but I need you too fucking much, so I promise to do it when we get to my place."
"O-okay, just do something, please." You pushed your ass back and heard a loud, deep moan as soon as you touched Bucky’s hard cock through his pants. You put your hands behind your back to try to push down his clothes, and at the same time, Bucky removed your black thongs.
You felt his hard cock on the bare skin of your ass, the tip already leaking with pre-cum. Bucky squeezed your ass with his hands and moved his hips. His perfectly shaped cock grinded against your wet folds, and you couldn’t stop a whimper from escaping your throat.
"Please, don’t tease me–" You didn’t even finish the sentence when Bucky moved forward and buried himself deep inside of you. The mixture of pain and pleasure washed over you, and you didn’t even realize that you moaned too loudly. He was too perfect, filling you completely and stretching you around him in the most delicious way.
"Sh-h, sweetheart, you don’t want other people to hear you, right?" One of Bucky’s hands slipped under your shirt and laid on your stomach, and the other one covered your mouth, pulling you closer to his chest. "Good girl." He mumbled into your ear when you shook your head.
Bucky pulled away from you, still staying deep inside of your heat, letting you adjust to his size. He put one hand from your mouth on your back, which made you lean forward toward the lockers. The cold metal cooled your hot skin, but it still felt like you were burning inside.
Bucky finally started moving his hips, and the filling of his dick coming in and out of you made you almost faint. You two had sex a million times, but it still amazed you how full and satisfied he made you feel.
"That’s right, doll. You’re so greedy for my dick, huh?" He started to go faster, and you tried to move your body to his rhythm. "Was this your plan? Showing me that fucking jersey, so I could fuck you like a little slut you actually are?" His hand went over your back, tracing letters on your shirt with his fingers, and his motions became harder. In fact, it wasn’t your idea, but you should definitely thank Natasha because you really didn’t expect your boyfriend to become even more obsessed with you.
Your mouth opened in a silent scream, and you clenched around Bucky’s cock, making him moan. "I feel how you’re clenching ‘round me. I know that you like it when I call you my slut. Only mine."
"Yes, Bucky– James, please." A sudden slap on your right cheek pulled another moan out of you, and Bucky just chuckled, knowing that you’re always loud with him.
"Please what, baby?"
"Let me cum, please– James! I’m so close." You felt too overwhelmed with pleasure, not even realizing that you started crying when his fingers moved to your clit, drawing little circles there.
"Fuck, one day I’m gonna make you Mrs. Barnes, so you will have a well-damn reason to wear this shirt." He deeply chuckled, moving harder and harder into you. More nasty sounds of skin slapping into skin and your not-so-quiet moan filled the room. "Can you imagine that, baby? Being my cute little wife, who likes when I fuck the shit out of her? Poor doll, crying. Can’t even handle my cock deep inside your pussy, can’t you?" He moved even deeper into you, and that was it.
"God– James!" You slammed your hands on the metal near your face, trying to find something to hold onto, as the wave of heat and extreme pleasure covered your whole body and mind. Your legs trembled, and the only thing that kept you straight was Bucky’s strong hands. He felt that you were over the edge, that you couldn’t stand on your legs, and he definitely felt more juices coming out of you. He looked down and saw how his shiny cock was coming in and out of your pussy that was particularly choking him, and that sight threw him over the edge. With the last movement, he pulled your body into him, wrapping his hands around you and releasing his hot seed deep inside of you.
You both moaned at the feeling of you being so full of his cum that it had already started dripping down your thighs.
"That’s it, baby." Bucky whispered into your ear. "You did so well. Are you okay?" He left light kisses on your cheek.
It was too intense; not a single thought came to your head, and for a few seconds you tried to put yourself together.
"Mhm." It was the only thing that you were able to answer because your body was still trembling with the leftovers of your intense orgasm.
You two stayed in that position for a few minutes until Bucky realized that you had become too sleepy. He tried to pull out, but you grabbed his hand.
"‘M too sensitive." You almost cried.
"I know, sweetheart, but now I have to clean you and take you home." Bucky gently came out of you, and your body got goosebumps at the feeling of his cum leaking out of you. It took him all the strength not to shove it back into you with his fingers, but you were obviously too tired, and he couldn’t properly take care of you since you weren’t at his or your bedroom.
Bucky fell on his knees, quickly took a towel from his bag on the floor, and carefully cleaned the mess between your thighs. He reached for your panties, helped you put them back, leaving a soft kiss on your leg, and then helped you sit on the bench.
He looked at your sleepy and tired face while putting on his clothes.
"Hey, doll? You’re too quiet. Is everything okay? Was I too rough?"
"I’m ‘kay, it was just as intense as when you make me come many times in one night. Just help me with my jeans; I can’t feel my legs."
"Of course, sweetheart." He helped you with your pants and then fixed your messy hair. You couldn’t imagine how you must’ve looked right now. "I love you so much. Thank you for being here today. You’re truly the best thing that ever happened to me." Bucky kissed your forehead and wrapped his hands around your body, standing up with you.
"I love you too, Buck. So so much." You happily buried your face into his neck, knowing that your boyfriend was going to take care of everything.
He picked up his bag and keys for the locker room and came out of there. Bucky didn’t even close the door when he heard a familiar voice.
"Do not tell me that you two did what I think you did!" Sam was standing there a few steps away with disgust and shock on his face. "I didn’t expect that from you, Y/N/N." He joked.
"Sorry, Sam." You moved away from Bucky’s neck and tried to give Sam your best apologetic smile.
"Well, I’m not. Since you’re here, close the door, Birdbrain; we hurry."
Sam stood there for a few more moments after Bucky left with you in his arms.
He decided that the headphones that he left in the room could wait until another time.
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Tales of Duviri is a storybook written by Euleria Entrati for the purpose of teaching children how to handle the manic flood of emotion that comes with Void exposure.
I pose a question: why does Euleria feel so strongly about this?
Her interactions with her own children are... let's call them wanting, and dialog implies that the negative aspects of their relationship--her denigrating, controlling nature, the distrust, etc--did not begin only after the Infestation brainrot set in.
We also know that she holds her father in extremely high esteem, but Albrecht did not think much of Tales of Duviri (see: him talking about his previous disdain for it in his own Duviri notes). Euleria put resources into writing Tales of Duviri instead of more traditional science, and Albrecht did not think much of it.
So why did Euleria write Tales of Duviri?
Let's rewind a step. Void exposure-induced mania, the whole thing Tales of Duviri is written to help manage.
How was that discovered and studied? It clearly was studied, enough to be a recognized condition and for the Orokin to build the iso vaults and for Euleria to write Tales of Duviri. But who would they have observed this mania in if Void research was an abandoned dead-end line of study?
Perhaps...the man obsessed with the Void who'd survived an unshielded Void dive?
Euleria had patient zero of Void mania sitting at her dinner table. Albrecht is the character who's undoubtedly had the most Void exposure.
Albrecht himself must have exhibited the Void mania and mood swings that Tales of Duviri exists to teach caution of.
And that's why Euleria wrote it; she had this gyroscope of a mood swing at home. She admired Albrecht too much to consciously deride his lack of control as irresponsible and so she channeled her energy into writing Tales of Duviri instead.
The emotion spirals of Duviri are loosely based off of what Euleria witnessed in the Entrati household and particularly Albrecht himself.
I don't believe that any courtier is a 1:1 translation of a member of the Entrati household, but more that their toxic interactions and dramatic heights reflected things that Euleria herself saw--or lived.
This reading of the Duviri characters and story--that they mean things to Euleria specifically--gives us a fun new lens to look at all of the chapters with.
For example, Mathila.
"Two children, and no memory of her husband. Poor Mathila."
Two children like Euleria herself, eh?
Mathila loved her husband. He also textually does not exist. He's not on the screen or in the text. He is a memory, and one that Mathila herself cannot even remember. There is no portrayal of their love.
Pivot to a writer's perspective. You need to write a loving relationship. You look to real life for inspiration, right? If you're a married woman needing to write a married woman in love, you naturally look to your own relationship.
And if you can't find anything to base that love off of? Well...move that character offscreen. Just tell about the loving relationship, don't show. Actually, do you even have anything to tell about? Well. Move the entire loving relationship offscreen, then. She's got amnesia. Nobody needs to talk about the love to sell it or make it feel real now. The narrator can simply mention it as a fact and it need not be challenged. Euleria doesn't have to imagine a loving family life between a husband and wife and their two children and question why that's hard for her. There. Problem fucking solved.
Another parallel that fairly started screaming at me once I started considering that the Duviri courtiers had meaning to Euleria specifically: Luscinia.
"I was created to be Sorrow, written into being, to serve as a lesson... can that change?"
Luscinia knows that she is a tool. As much as she dreams of being more, she knows very well that she is a tool--both a literal narrative element to teach a lesson and within the story itself Thrax's servant (his personal songbird).
Is there anyone in Euleria's life who might have some angst over their position as a tool? A servant who wants to escape the limited definitions of their role?
And so... here I am, back to my old role. The diligent servant. Albrecht would have smiled at that, I think.
Loid. It's Loid.
Luscinia: "This structure and I share much. Both of us once useful, both of us discarded, both of us now derelict. Both forgotten."
Loid: "How might this relic make himself useful today?"
Both Luscinia and Loid are also capable of surprising amounts of ruthless violence. Luscinia has no hesitation telling you to kill the Dax or otherwise wreak vengeance on her jailers. Loid's Necramech lines feature him ranging from being excited for ensuing violence to coldly promising the Murmur regret.
The Duviri Tales were a subconscious form of therapy for Euleria herself as well, allowing her to write a story where emotional explosions were a problem that must be addressed rather than a social struggle to be suffered through at the whims of the more powerful.
#warframe#bootsmeta#euleria entrati#gomaitru entrati#albrecht entrati#tales of duviri#loid warframe#mathila warframe#luscinia warframe#luscinia
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Fade Into You
Title: Fade into You
Pairing: Joshua x Gender-Neutral!Reader
Genre: Fluff, childhood friends to lovers
Summary: After drunkenly agreeing to meet an online friend in real life for the first time, you discover this wasn’t the first time you’d met.
Word count: 4.8k plus 2
Author’s Note: This was part of the @svthub Fall-ing for You collab! I had fun writing this as it's something different for me. I wanted to give off Gilmore Girls vibes with this and I think I achieved it.
I hope you enjoy reading! And don't forget to check out all the other fics that are part of this collab!
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You double-checked your appearance in the rearview mirror before taking a deep breath and leaving the car. You were about to go on your first blind date in forever and you were freaking out.
Well it wasn't entirely blind, you had been talking to JH48536 for about a month now and finally had the confidence - or too much wine - to agree to meet in person. You were just worried it was going to be a disaster.
Everyone had warned you that meeting up with someone from an online chat room was dangerous. You had about six friends in a group chat on standby ready to jump in and save you at a moment's notice. Even as you walked through the parking lot towards the cafe you spotted Soonyoung and Minghao chilling in Soonyoung's car.
Subtle. You texted Minghao as you opened the cafe door.
Just say the word and we'll create a diversion. Was the response you got back. You shook your head with a smile before pocketing your phone, imagining Minghao running into the cafe with ketchup on his face yelling that there was some kind of crash outside. Soonyoung would be lying in the middle of the street.
You open the door to the cafe and are immediately hit with the warmth and smell of coffee beans. You loved coming into a cosy space after being out in the autumn air, no matter how little or how long you were outside. You approach the counter and read the specials board, just as someone is calling out the name of the next person’s order.
“Joshua!”
You’re head turns on instinct to look for who this Joshua might be. It couldn’t be, you thought to yourself as you scanned the room. But sure enough, it was as if you had materialised him from thin air.
Joshua Hong stood up from the corner of the room and made his way to the counter. He was taller and his hair was darker, but there was no mistaking this man. It was Joshua, your Joshua. The same Joshua you had been best friends with when you were ten years old. The one you had kind of had a crush on but were too afraid to admit and then his family moved out of town and you never saw him again. Until now.
He smiled as he thanked the waitress for his coffee, and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. He still had the same mischievous smirk that used to get you two into plenty of trouble as kids.
“Joshua?” You say, catching his attention before he heads back to his seat.
“Y/N? Is that you?” Joshua walked over to give you a hug. It had been ten years, but he still smelt the same as you remembered, like toasted almonds and sandalwood.
“What’re you doing here?” You were still in a bit of a daze when you separated. Your heart beating faster and a flush coming to your cheeks. You hadn’t really thought about Joshua since he’d moved away but now he was standing in front of you and memories came flooding back.
“I just moved back into town, I was actually thinking about you the other day.”
“Really?” You cursed yourself for sounding hopeful.
“Yeah, I was wondering if you still lived here. And here you are.”
“Here I am,”
“Do you wanna hang out for a bit? I’m supposed to be meeting someone but they’re not here yet.”
“Yeah sure, let me just order some coffee first.”
Joshua headed back to his seat and you ordered a pumpkin spice latte. As you were waiting at the counter, your phone pinged with a message. It was just Soonyoung asking if everything was going okay, but you’d been distracted by your childhood friend reappearing that you’d completely forgotten why you were there.
Yeah, everything’s fine. He’s not here yet but ran into an old friend. You texted back.
You got your latte and went to sit down opposite Joshua. You still couldn’t believe he was back after all this time. But as you fell into conversation, it was almost as if you two had never been apart. You were instantly reminiscing about the past and all the adventures you had together.
“So I’m thinking I have been stood up,” Joshua says after a while. You had both finished your coffees and time had been ticking on.
“Oh, I totally forgot you were meeting someone!” Come to think of it, you were supposed to meet someone too. You check your phone to see a few messages in the group chat - Minghao had done a drive-by of the cafe window to scope out your ‘childhood friend’ and everyone was wondering if he was cute.
Pics??? Soonyoung had asked.
He’s definitely her type. Minghao had reported back to the group.
You rolled your eyes and opened up the app where you had been talking to your mystery man. Your heart almost stopped when you saw he was online, and you felt like time had slowed when you could see he was typing. This was definitely going to be a ‘sorry I can’t make it’ message. You had been talking with Joshua for at least half an hour, there was no way this guy was going to show up now.
“Is something wrong?” Joshua asked.
“Everything’s fine,” you say, the guy had stopped typing and you looked up to see Joshua had pulled out his own phone. “It’s just, I was supposed to meet someone too, and I was just checking to see if he had messaged, it looked like he was typing so I think he might’ve changed his mind.”
“Oh no, that sucks,”
“It’s fine,” you tried to brush it off. It wasn’t the first time you’d been stood up, besides you had your friends outside so you wouldn’t be lonely. “Did you hear from the person you were supposed to meet?”
“I’m actually just going to send them a message now,” Joshua turned back to his phone and began typing again, you watched as he typed out his message and pressed send. Maybe he was having better luck than you were. “Maybe they didn’t see me in the corner.”
As Joshua puts his phone away, you’re phone pings with a message. Your heart is beating in your ears as you glance down, prepared for the worst.
Hey, I’m here but I got caught up talking with a friend - I don’t know if you’re here yet but just wanted to let you know I didn’t forget about our meeting today 🙂 We are in the corner of the cafe, just come over and say hi.
“Oh my God,” you whisper to yourself. You read the message a couple of times over before looking up at the man in front of you. Was Joshua the person you were supposed to meet today? This didn’t make any sense. You had been talking to this guy for weeks, surely you would have pieced together if you were talking to someone you knew?
You looked at the username again and suddenly it clicked - JH48536 - Joshua Hong. How it hadn’t occurred to you before you had no idea. You had never asked this man his name, he had never asked for yours either and most of the time you just thought it was a random username with letters and numbers. You didn’t think it actually stood for anything.
“Joshua, is your online username JH48536?”
“Um…yes?” He responds looking confused.
“And did you just send a message saying you are with a friend and you didn’t forget about your meeting today?”
Joshua’s confused face turns to one of realisation as he pieces together what you’d just told him. “So you’re HopelessRomantic24893?” Your username was not your best, but you hated being put on the spot for that kind of thing.
You nod still in shock, thinking about when Joshua was talking to you online. He had mentioned something about his childhood best friend, he was sad that you’d never kept in touch after he moved and you had related to that saying you missed the old boy next door. It’s crazy how you never made the connection about each other before.
“That’s wild,” Joshua leans back in his chair. He was probably doing the same thing you were doing, trying to see if there were hints in your previous conversations about who you were. “I had no idea,”
“Me neither,” you wanted to laugh, it was a strange coincidence but you were relieved to know that you weren’t stood up and grateful that the person you met online wasn’t a total stranger.
“So what now?”
“Well, I should probably text my friends and let them know you’re not a serial killer.”
Joshua laughs, “how do you know it’s been a long time,”
“I feel like if you wanted to kill me, you would’ve lured me into a dark alleyway by now. Besides you didn’t know I was your mystery date,” you typed out a message to your friends that you were fine before stowing your phone away.
“True, but now I know, there’s still time.”
“Well, my friends know who you are now so I’d say reschedule the murder plans for another day.”
“I guess I’ll have to go with plan B.” Joshua gets up from his seat and holds out his hand. “Y/N, would you like to come with me on a trip to the town’s autumn fair?”
“I’d love to,” You take his hand and you head out of the cafe.
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You hadn’t been to the annual autumn fair since you were sixteen. It was the kind of thing that only appealed to families and elder people. It was held at the farm on the edge of town and the whole community came together to celebrate the harvest season.
Before you step out of the car, you begin swiping away messages from the overactive group chat. Once you had told the boys, Joshua was your blind date they started freaking out and wanting more information. All you told them was you were safe and they could go home. But you couldn't help looking over your shoulder to see if Minghao and Soonyoung had followed you. They had to be around here somewhere, they weren’t going to leave without photos for the group chat.
"Wow, I haven't been here in forever." Joshua yawned, stretching his arms above his head. You couldn't help but notice his sweater ride up when he stretched, revealing some of his stomach.
"Me neither," you replied, taking a breath and looking around. "Still looks the same though."
You had loved coming to the farm with Joshua as a child. You would compete in apple bobbing and he always won, chase each other through the corn maze and spend hours in the pumpkin patch choosing the perfect pumpkins for carving.
"Where do we start?"
"Well, I don't know if apple bobbing is still your thing," you say as you pay for your entry fees. "But I think you still hold the record."
"No way, really?" Joshua's eyes lit up. "Let's go see."
You approached the apple bobbing stations by the barn. There were a group of kids huddled around a barrel trying to grab apples with their teeth. Looking back you realised it probably wasn't the smartest thing to be doing growing up, but it was tradition.
The leaderboard was pinned to one of the barn doors and Joshua walked ahead to read it.
"Joshua Hong, twelve apples." He read. "I was good."
"Y/N, three apples," you pointed at the bottom. "I shouldn't even be on there."
"Three's pretty good, considering." Joshua tilted his head toward the group of children. They probably had one apple between them.
"Apple bobbing is hard, you just have a big mouth."
"Nah you just didn't wanna get wet."
"Getting a little wet never hurt anyone, you wanna go again?" The words come out of your mouth before you realise what you've said. It wasn't exactly the first date activity you had in mind, and you usually wouldn't be so forward but being around an old friend made things easier. If anything, it was your childhood competitiveness coming out.
"I'm game if you are," Joshua was already shrugging out of his coat and scarf.
You rolled your eyes. "Game on," you pull your own scarf off and knelt down in front of a free barrel.
"Y/N? Joshua Hong?" The woman who was supervising the apple bobbing came to stand in front of you.
"Mrs McDonnell! Nice to see you!" Joshua smiled, he always was a charmer to people of authority, your old principal especially.
"Don’t tell me you two are really going apple bobbing,” the principal looked down disapprovingly at both of you but there was a hint of a smile on her lips.
"Absolutely, we are. I came to defend my title.”
"Well, you know the rules, you have two minutes to get as many apples as possible. You can only use your teeth, no hands! I know you used to cheat Joshua.”
“So that’s how you have managed to get so many apples,” you should have known he was cheating but you were always too busy focusing on your own apple-bobbing attempts to notice.
“That’s not true! And I’ll prove it, right here, right now.” Joshua put his hands behind his back.
“All right, I’ll be keeping a firm eye on you then.” Mrs McDonnell opened her phone to set a timer. “Your two minutes starts…. Now!”
You and Joshua both lean down towards the apples in the water, immediately being brought back to being ten years old, you begin to work an apple over to the edge of the barrel to try to bite into it. Joshua’s head was next to yours and you could feel him struggling next to you, he definitely cheated when you were children.
After what felt like an eternity, you finally had a good enough grasp on the apple with your teeth to pull it out of the water and you dropped down next to you. Before heading back in, you took a few seconds to watch Joshua. He was trying the same technique as you and was furiously biting at an apple trying to get enough of a grip to lift it, but it kept floating away.
“Not so easy without your hands, is it?” You smirk.
“You’re just a square for playing by the rules.” Joshua shot back, finally managing to grasp the apple with his teeth and pull it out of the water.
“Thirty seconds left!” Mrs McDonnell calls.
You both dive back into the water and almost bump heads, but you work hard to get a second apple. All you needed was one to beat Joshua and that was something you could hold over his head forever.
Thankfully, you were able to spy a smaller apple and were able to get a good hold of it and you pulled it out of the water just as the timer finished.
“Ha!” You said triumphantly. “I win!”
“Congratulations Y/N! I knew you could do it.” Mrs McDonnell handed both of you towels to wipe your faces. “Now, go cause havoc somewhere else. I have children to supervise.”
You dab your face and pick up your belongings. “Don’t feel too bad for losing, it’s your own fault for cheating years ago. There was no way you were going to live up to that.”
“Well, there goes my plan to impress you with my apple-bobbing skills.” Joshua reached over to wipe some water from your chin. He lingered for a second and your cheeks flushed at the intimate gesture.
“Oh please,” you brought yourself out of the moment. “It was never your apple-bobbing skills that impressed me.”
“Then what was it?”
You thought about your answer as you both left the barn. There were a lot of things that Joshua did to impress you as a child. He was an adventurous kid, and he never backed down from a challenge. The confidence he emanated was contagious and he pushed you out of your comfort zone.
“The way you were so fearless as a kid.”
“As a kid? You mean I’m not now?”
“Well, we only just got reacquainted I don’t know if you still take risks like you used to.”
“I definitely do,” there was a twinkle in his eye, he had a plan.
“Like what?” you were curious, so you played into it.
“Like meeting up with a stranger I met online,”
You rolled your eyes, “I did that too, doesn’t count.”
“What about this?”
Joshua turned to face you, his hands coming up to cup your face and tilting your head up to kiss you. The kiss was soft and only lasted a few seconds, but the spark you felt when your lips connected was electric. You’d never imagined kissing Joshua Hong, you only realised you had feelings for him after he’d moved away but even then, you never pictured anything coming from the crush. You never thought you’d see him again, but here he was, standing in the middle of the fall fair with you, kissing you.
When he pulled away, you only wish he’d stayed longer, closer to you in your space. Your face felt cold from where his hands had been.
“It was a mistake wasn’t it?” Joshua said, interpreting your pout for him stepping over a line.
“No! The opposite,” you rushed to say. “I’m just surprised.”
“Surprised because I’m still a risk-taker or because I’m an awesome kisser?”
You rolled your eyes, “Surprised that you think you’re an awesome kisser. Come on, let’s go check out the rest of the fair.”
The rest of the afternoon passed by peacefully, you walked together through the vendors selling trinkets and produce. Both of you willingly taking any free sample that someone offered, just like when you were kids. Though this time, you felt a little guilty so ended up buying a few items from the sellers.
At the end of the stalls, you see someone selling hot chocolate, so you both decide to stop to have a cup. It was the same stall you had always begged your moms to take you to, and they rarely said yes, but now as adults you were not going to deny yourself the pleasure.
Once you had gotten your cup you turned to try to find a place to sit amongst all the people in the makeshift food court area when two people in the corner caught your eye. “I’ll be back,” you tell Joshua.
Your hunch was right about your friends following you to the fair. You headed towards Soonyoung and Minghao.
“What are you guys doing here?” You demanded trying to keep cool.
“Making sure your friend isn’t a murderer,” Soonyoung replied in a matter-of-fact tone. “Just because you knew each other when you were twelve doesn’t mean anything, he could have turned into a murderer since then.”
“That’s funny, he said the same thing. But as you can see, I’m still alive.”
“Look, we’re just enjoying the fair like everyone else, what’s the big deal?” Minghao asked.
“It’s just weird for you to be stalking me on a date. I don’t stalk you guys on your dates.”
“You asked us to,” Soonyoung had a point.
“I guess I did initially. But I told you guys everything was fine.”
“Yeah but if we hadn’t come we wouldn’t have seen the kiss!” Minghao exclaimed, pulling out his phone. It was zoomed in and very blurry, but there was no mistake that was your first kiss with Joshua caught on camera. Had they really been following you that closely?
“Oh my God, tell me you didn’t tell the group chat?!” You pull your phone out to see a LOT of unread messages.
“Sorry, we’re excited for you. This guy seems like a keeper!”
“That’s great but could you leave us alone now?”
“Fine, but you better text us to make sure you get home safe,” Soonyoung said.
“Sure thing Dad.”
“I’m just saying, the murderer thing has yet to be disproven. There’s still time for him to lure you into the woods to your death.”
You sighed, Soonyoung was always one for dramatics. “When do you think he’ll pass that test?”
“Maybe by the third date, but I wouldn’t get your hopes up.”
“Okay, I’m leaving now. You guys should too.”
“We love you too!”
You turned back to your date and hoped you didn’t look too flustered. Joshua had found a table and was just scrolling on his phone. You couldn’t help but get butterflies as you made your way back towards him. It was a strange feeling, one that reminded you of when you used to see Joshua as a kid. You thought it was just excitement for seeing your best friend but maybe there had always been something more there.
“There you are, I thought I’d lost you.” Joshua put his phone away.
“Sorry I just ran into some friends, I just wanted to say hi.”
“That’s cool, so what next?”
“I’m not sure, I’m just glad we were able to get some hot chocolate.” You take a sip of your drink, it had cooled down while you were talking to your friends but it still tasted just as you remembered. Sickly sweet and smooth like silk.
“I think I have an idea.”
Joshua wrapped his hand around yours as he pulled you towards the corn maze. You protested as you were sure to get lost since you hadn’t been there in ten years. “Muscle memory,” Joshua had said, walking backwards as he pulled you in. “I bet I could get us out of here blindfolded.
You let yourself be dragged into the maze but you didn’t think anything good was going to come of it. The maze was giant and even as kids you usually had to be rescued after getting lost in there. It was one of the only times you were allowed to use your cellphone as a kid and while Joshua always put on a brave face, he was just as scared as you were back then.
“You know, I don’t think we’ve ever made it out of this maze,” you remind him as you begin making turns, left and right, right then left.
“Not with that attitude we didn't. I'm pretty sure we go right here…”
You let Joshua take the lead as you navigated your way through the maze. You were surprised at how well he was doing, or at least amazed at his confidence. You two didn’t speak much as you passed by families, groups of children and other couples.
A few times you hit dead-ends but Joshua didn’t let you dwell on it too long before he was taking off in a new direction. Even if you were going to be stuck here for a while, you didn’t mind watching Joshua’s broad shoulders and his behind as you followed him around.
“Ah ha!” Joshua exclaimed as you made your way out of the exit. Or rather…the entrance. Somehow you had gone in a huge circle and ended up at the beginning again.
“At least we made it out,” you laughed. “I’m proud of you.”
“Thanks, is it possible the place got bigger since we’ve last been here?”
“Probably, I mean they have to do something to keep people coming back year after year. Still, your navigation skills were very impressive. I wouldn’t have been able to get out of there without you.”
“You’re welcome,” Joshua smiled.
“So we’ve conquered the maze…sort of. Now come on, there’s one last thing we have to do before we leave.”
You led the way this time as you made it to the merry-go-round in the middle of the grounds. It was one of your favourite things about the fair and the place where you always imagined you would have your first kiss.
When you told Joshua this he leaned over from his horse and kissed you on the cheek. “I know we had our first kiss earlier, but we can pretend this was our first.”
“I’ll tell everyone, we had a magical day at the fair and he kissed me on the merry-go-round.”
“That's all I ask,”
You look over at Joshua, but this time not as the boy you once knew but the man he is. It was different now, knowing that all the things an online stranger had told you now applied to the same person you knew as a child. He wasn’t that boy anymore and while you might have had a crush on the boy he was, you were wondering if you could love the man he is now.
As you exited the merry-go-round the fair was shutting down so you made your way back to the car.
You were sad the day was ending because it had been so perfect. You didn't think you'd ever have a first date like this again. Hopefully, you won't have any more first dates at all.
When you pulled up to your house, Joshua insisted on walking you to your door, you rolled your eyes but allowed him to anyway.
“You know, no one has ever done this for me before.”
“That’s because you wouldn’t let them.”
“No, it’s because no one has ever offered.”
“Well that’s silly, how else are they going to get their goodnight kiss?”
You blush, knowing that’s what the end of the date was coming to. Even though Joshua had already kissed you a couple of times today, this was the one you had mentally prepared for, and even then you weren’t sure you were ready.
“I guess they don’t get one,”
“And do I?”
“Of course,”
You close your eyes and lean in as Joshua does the same, your lips gently brushing against each other as you feel the jolt of electricity you felt earlier in the middle of the fair. This time Joshua’s hands found their way to your waist to pull your body flush against his, his tongue parting your lips to deepen the kiss.
It lasted minutes, maybe hours, you couldn’t tell the time when you finally pulled apart. Remembering that you were on the porch and any one of your nosy neighbours had probably seen you.
“So?” Joshua said when he stepped back.
“So what?”
“Now will you admit I’m an awesome kisser?”
“Please, that was all me,” You laughed.
“As if,” he laughed too. “I definitely contributed at least 75%.”
“Hmm, let’s agree it was 50/50.”
“Fine, so when can I see you again?”
There was a glint of hope in Joshua’s eyes that made your heart flutter. He was nervous as if you would deny him the chance to see you again.
“Tomorrow?” You bit your lip hoping it didn’t sound too eager. The day had been so fun and you didn’t want to go without seeing him for too long either.
“Sounds good,” Joshua leaned in to give you another kiss, this time on the cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight,”
“Goodnight, Joshua.”
You stayed on the porch until Joshua had disappeared out of sight before heading inside to warm up. You had desperately wanted to invite him inside but based on the kiss you had had on the porch things probably would have escalated a lot faster than you were ready for. But given the fact you were seeing him tomorrow, you weren’t sure how much more self-control you’d be able to have.
You went upstairs to run yourself a bath and finally let yourself wrap your head around the events of the day. You opened up your phone to reread messages you had sent to Joshua before you knew who he really was. Rereading the texts, you began to read between the lines and piece together the Joshua you knew before with the one you saw today. It was easy now that you knew what you were looking for.
As you reached the end of your messages you saw a new one had appeared while you were scrolling.
Hey, glad to have met you today. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow holds. 🙂
You smiled before typing a reply and sinking into your bath. Another message arrived on your phone and you checked to see yet another message from Soonyoung asking if you got home yet, he had sent at least five in the last half hour. You rolled your eyes at the messages before texting back that you were alive and then opened up the group chat to fill them in on your date.
“You guys will never guess what happened today…” You started, knowing they’d be hanging on to your every word.
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Hello!! First your Tumblr and edits are so gorgeous! Second I was wondering if you were willing to share how you did the second gif of this edit please? Have a great day! (Or night)
https://www.tumblr.com/thereigning-lorelai/713794704750362624/usergif-1-year-celebrationshuffle-challenge?source=share
hi nonny, thanks for the nice words! really appreciated. ♥️ so, you're looking for this grid effect:
you're starting off with two gifs. i'd recommend choosing scenes that are not too close up because otherwise they'll overlap too much and you won't be able to delete enough parts to make the most of this effect.
so, here's my base gif that i just did in black and white with some minor purple brush strokes set to screen:
i then chose my second gif and coloured it with a purple gradient map and a purple colour fill set to multiply. the colouring of the gifs is entirely up to you and what you think looks best. so here's my second gif, still without the grid:
this is where the fun part starts - the grid layout. i created that with a new guide layout. this is a super neat tool in photoshop that helps you align shapes or selections on your image. the guide lines basically float over it and help you set up symmetric shapes or layouts. you can define how many columns and rows you want to have and then photoshop creates the guide layout for you. for this gif i chose 4 columns and 4 rows:
with this set up, i started creating the rectangles to make the purple gif visible on top of the black and white one. this is my final layout for my shapes:
you can move around the shapes to your liking and what works best with your gifs. i didn't want to cover too much of my base gif but also tried to make their faces in the top gif all be in the gif as much as possible.
this step is just a lot of moving around your shapes and seeing what looks good tbh.
i then grouped my shapes and clipped my top gif (including all layers for the colouring) to my shapes group:
looking good so far. the only thing missing are the lines for the grid. this is where your guide layout comes in again. i just reopened it and then traced the guide lines with my line tool to create the white grid overlay:
(for editing purposes i turned all of the line layers into a single smart object at the end. this is why you only see one layer for all the lines in this screenshot.)
finally, i used a gaussian blur (0,5 px radius, 100% fill for the filter, 40% fill for the overall layer) on the smart layer to make the lines a little bit smoother and softer looking. this is totally optional and again, up to what looks best to you.
added some text et voilà:
#asks#kind nonnies#usergif#*tutorial#hope this helps nonny#if you have any further questions just let me know#i'm not the best at explaining especially because i think my way won't be the most efficient or even logical#but that's how i did it and i think it's fairly easy to achieve
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strawberry lemonade
❝ praying mantises sound a lot more peaceful than listening to reenactments of fifty shades of grey every other night. ❞
PAIRING ▸ park jongseong x fem!reader
GENRES ▸ smut (minors dni), crack, college au, lowkey pwp but there is plot sorry this was just the jay brainrot acting up
WARNINGS ▸ profanity, sex, slight exhibition kink, fingering, oral (fem. receiving), praise & degradation, pet names because i am a weak woman, sunghoon (fun guy) collects preying mantises??
SUMMARY ▸ you and jay park are bound by fate; or, rather, you're bound by your respective roommates who have obnoxiously loud sex every other night. it's only a matter of time until you give them a taste of their own medicine.
or, revenge is best served with a strawberry lemonade lollipop.
WORD COUNT ▸ 3,482 words
PLAYLIST ▸ lolly by maejor, juicy j, justin bieber • high off you by alayna • candy by doja cat • kickin’ back by mila j
TAG LIST ▸ @msxflower @fiantomartell @baekhyunstruly @mykalon @heelariously @hobistigma @simplyxlea @wntrsgf @person-standing @ja4hyvn @dnyamight @candidupped @shmooooo @pr0dbeomgyu @sunshine-skz @hiqhkey @kp0p10v3r2 @baekhyuns-lipchain @jagyuuar
AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ the first modern lollipop was created in 1908. it has been an uneventful 114 years of its creation until a video spread yesterday of park jongseong sucking on one. as a result, user jayflrt woke up in a cold sweat to write this in one sitting.
IT WAS A FRIDAY NIGHT.
You were currently reporting a criminal (Kim Minjeong) to the authorities (Lee Heeseung).
To be fair, you weren’t actually reporting your roommate to your apartment floor’s resident advisor. She was at her boyfriend’s apartment today, and you were just venting your frustration from the previous night.
Heeseung was just someone you complained to about these things, but never with the intention of getting anyone in trouble. You knew he was good at keeping secrets, so, unless you said otherwise, he wouldn’t confront the people causing problems. (This, of course, went against his sole responsibility as an RA, but people let that slide because he had a pretty face and baked cookies for everyone on Saturdays.)
You got along with Minjeong very well, actually. Although you two were randomly paired together, you clicked the moment you met in the beginning of the school year. You got locked out of your apartment the first night, and when you texted Minjeong for help, she ended up getting locked out, too. The both of you waited until dawn to get a replacement key, and it marked the beginning of a strong friendship.
The only issue was that Minjeong recently started dating Jake Sim, who happened to be your neighbor. In the first few weeks of school, your entire floor mingled and socialized a lot, so you got along very well with the people around you. Jake and Minjeong seemed to hit it off really well, so it was no surprise that they ended up dating.
However, what was surprising was your roommate’s ability to moan at such high volumes every other night.
“Maybe you should confront her about it,” Heeseung offered. It was a stupid suggestion; you were going to kill him.
“I’ve tried!” you whined. “She said she would be quieter and soundproof her room. Guess what? Egg cartons aren’t doing me any favors!”
“I would not wanna have sex in a room full of egg cartons.”
Before you could retort, there was a knock at Heeseung’s door. You looked at him quizzically. Heeseung was terrible at job, so it didn’t make sense for anyone to actually come for help. When he opened the door, though, it all made sense.
Jake’s roommate and your group therapy partner, Jay Park.
In the beginning of the year, you and Jay didn’t get to talk much. You, of course, took notice of him (because it was hard to ignore good-looking men), but neither of you made the effort to become friends. He intimidated you at first, and it was probably because of his sharp features and piercing gaze. The only things that softened his image for you were his classic strawberry lemonade Jolly Rancher lollipops. He should seriously be sponsored by the company; you had seen him sucking on the candy at least once a day.
Naturally, you two got closer after your respective roommates started seeing each other. This wasn’t because you naturally gravitated toward each other or anything. You both would just find yourselves running to Heeseung’s room to complain about your situations, and you both developed mutual sympathy.
It was fun getting to hang around Jay, though. If you had a second chance, you would have tried to actively befriend him before, but you weren’t mad with how things ended up.
“You know, I should’ve fucking roomed with Sunghoon instead,” Jay spat, storming into Heeseung’s room with an unwrapped strawberry lemonade Jolly Rancher lollipop in his fist. He angrily tore the wrapper off and shoved it into his mouth. “One minute I’m writing my history paper, and next I hear the second coming of Christ from Jake’s room. Do those two have the sex drive of bonobos?”
(“You’ve been watching Planet Earth again, haven’t you?” you inquired, recalling him watching rerun episodes in the common room while he was high off his ass.
Jay shot you a glance. “None of your business, Y/N.”)
“I thought you said you would rather die than room with Sunghoon,” Heeseung said.
You frowned. “Park Sunghoon? What’s wrong with him?”
“He collects praying mantises,” Jay explained. “Fun guy, but it’s a bit terrifying.”
“Praying mantises sound a lot more peaceful than listening to reenactments of Fifty Shades of Grey every other night,” you muttered. “Is Sunghoon taking roommate applications?”
“You guys just need to drive them out or something,” Heeseung suggested. “Maybe give them a taste of their own medicine.”
The three of you fell silent for a moment, processing Heeseung’s words.
If you were understanding him correctly, there was a clear sexual undertone in his words—hell, it was hardly considered an undertone with how overt it sounded. You weren’t sure what Jay was thinking about, but Heeseung’s suggestion led you to think of you and Jay having obnoxiously loud sex to get back at your roommates. The very thought made your cheeks burn.
You were 100% sure that Jay would not be on board with this idea. It was absurd to even think about having sex with him for the sake of leveling out the playing field. Plus, you would be crazy if you thought that Jay would want to sleep with you in the first place.
This was when you deemed it proper to obliterate Lee Heeseung.
“That is the worst idea I’ve ever heard,” you replied.
“Heeseung, you’re a genius,” Jay said at the same time.
So maybe you and Jay were not, in fact, on the same page.
You both looked at each other, both confused for different reasons. You were gaping at him like an idiot, and he was looking at you like you were crazy for refusing. Heeseung, meanwhile, was just glad that his suggestion was 50% accepted.
“D-doesn’t that mean we’d have to, um… have sex?” you asked, trying your best not to stammer as you spoke.
Jay laid his cards out flat. “We have fake sex.”
Now, you and Heeseung were completely lost. You being confused was one thing, but Heeseung being confused about his own plan was another thing.
“Fake sex?” Heeseung spoke up. He narrowed his eyes, trying to make sense of what Jay was saying before he shook his head. “You know what? Nevermind. You two should leave and figure it out yourselves. I’d rather not be part of this conversation, so go decide amongst yourselves if you’re gonna have… fake sex, or chill with Sunghoon’s preying mantises or whatever.”
“C’mon, you don’t wanna hear about our faux sexcapade?” Jay teased, but Heeseung was already pushing you two out the door. “I guess that’s a no,” he said as the RA closed the door on their faces. Jay turned back to you with newfound confidence. “So, fake sex!”
You raised a brow, staring at his lips because you were a whore. He was so close that you could detect the faint scent of his strawberry lemonade lollipop.
“What exactly does fake sex entail?”
“You know, pretending we’re having sex so that they get the message and start shutting the fuck up,” Jay explained. “All you have to do is moan like you’re having the time of your life.”
Jay’s room was a few doors down the hall. You two were far too close to actually putting this plan into action. You hated admitting it, but it was actually a solid plan; you were sure that Minjeong and Jake would get the message if they experienced what it was like to be in your shoes. Plus, they were in Jake’s room right now, so it was the perfect opportunity for you and Jay to teach them a lesson.
You didn’t have any reason to say no. There was nothing cheesy holding you back like the fear of ruining your friendship with Jay. In fact, you had always thought Jay was insanely attractive, especially when he was sucking on that lollipop of his. Even though this was a sham, you were probably being given the opportunity of a lifetime.
“Are you totally sure about this?” you asked. “You really think they’re gonna be quieter if we do this?”
“I’m positive.”
This was the stupidest idea of your life. You supposed it didn’t matter, though, considering you were pretty stupid anyway.
“Fine,” you agreed. “Let’s do it.”
After more discussion and preparation for your scheme, you and Jay found yourselves in his room thirty minutes later. You had never been with him in his room alone before, and it was a little pathetic that your first time visiting was to partake in a fake sex ploy. His room was surprisingly neat and tidy, though, but you realized that it was probably because Jake always nagged him to clean.
Just as you thought, the muffled sounds from Minjeong and Jake were audible as they were a wall away. You were genuinely impressed that their stamina didn’t let up. It had been a long time since you had hooked up with someone, but you were certain you wouldn’t be able to last that long.
When you looked at Jay, he gave you a silent gesture to commence the plan.
You balked, feeling embarrassed already. Taking a deep breath, you steeled your nerves. You had to commit to the role if you wanted to succeed. You weren’t sure if you could take yourself seriously, but, willing your voice not to go shaky, you let out an exaggerated cry.
“Oh, Jay!” you moaned out. “You’re so fucking big!”
“Chill. You sound like a Euphoria character.”
“I have to Maddy Perez it up if I want them to take the hint!” you whispered back, harsher than you intended, but Jay received the message well.
“F-fuck! You’re so wet.” Jay’s voice broke at the end, immediately covering his face with his hand. You snorted, trying not to break into a fit of laughter, and Jay shot you a threatening look. He was failing miserably, though, because his face was completely red. “God, you’re so… tight?” Jay groaned into his hands. “I’m gonna kill myself.”
“Louder,” you instructed. “Bolder.”
“It’s embarrassing!”
“It was your idea!” You tutted and got on top of his bed, kneeling on one of the pillows. “Watch this: Jay—oh!—you’re so fucking hot! Keep fucking me like that!”
The plan was definitely working. You were hearing less sounds from Jake’s room, and their moans were definitely dying down. When you looked back at Jay to see if he understood your little lesson, you were surprised to see that he was redder than ever.
“You know, I think you’re better at this than I am,” Jay said, “even if you do sound kind of stupid.”
“Hey!” you exclaimed. “You have to milk the performance to get them to shut up, you know?” You turned back to face the wall that separated Jay and Jake’s room, crying out, “Fuck! Jay, give it to me!”
“You sound so fake.”
You scowled. “You’re not even helping!”
“You want my help?” Jay hummed, walking over to you. “Yeah, let’s make this act more believable.”
Before you could respond, Jay slid his hand between your legs and started rubbing the apex of your shorts. You gasped at the sudden contact, feeling your knees buckle under you. Jay slid his free arm around your waist and slid his hand under your shirt to feel you up. Even with his thumb planted on your clothed clit, you were still trying to process what the fuck had just happened.
“Why’re you so quiet all of a sudden?” Jay asked. “Shouldn’t you be moaning? Keep it going, Y/N. You were so good at sounding like such a slut earlier.”
You were getting more and more wet, and you were sure Jay noticed it, too. His rubbing turned from teasing to fervent, and before you knew it, he had pushed you down on his bed and started pulling down your shorts. Well, rather, you started taking them off yourself and let him help you.
“What do you want me to do?” he asked, gripping your thighs as he eyed the thin fabric of your underwear. “You’re the star actress here, so you decide. Fingers or mouth?”
You eyed the strawberry lemonade lollipop that was still in his mouth. “Both?”
Jay chuckled. “You really are needy, aren’t you?”
Taking the sweet out of his mouth, he placed it on top of the wrapper on his desk. You thought he would just throw the whole thing away, but you supposed your neighbor didn’t like being wasteful.
Jay practically tore your underwear off, immediately planting his thumb on your clit and rubbing small, precise circles around the ball of nerves. You were whimpering under his touch, screwing your eyes shut when he bent down to lick a long stripe along your folds.
He pulled away to plunge two fingers into your soaking cunt, pleased with how your walls were contracting around his digits. Although, Jay was still unsatisfied by your lack of volume, so he started sucking on your clit as he scissored his fingers inside of you.
“O-oh my god—fuck!” you cried out, immediately slapping a hand over your mouth right after a moan tore itself from your throat. Closing your eyes, you continued to let out muffled moans with your hand blocking the sounds.
Jay was clearly not satisfied with this.
He pulled away with a sigh, tearing you away from the building orgasm that was yet to release. You felt a bit angry when it dissipated, shooting Jay a dirty look. All he did, though, was smirk at your reaction, and that made you feel more flustered.
You supposed it was his way of making it up to you, but Jay ducked his head down to move in for a kiss. He sealed his lips over yours, kissing you slowly and deepening it with each passing second. It grew more hot, languid, and messy, and your tongues were both desperately sliding against each other.
His lips were so warm and soft against yours. It was if you were under a spell when they were pressed to yours, making you lose all sense of control. All you could do was wrap your arms around his neck and draw him closer. You threw your leg around his hip, aching for more contact, more friction.
When Jay pulled back for air, he chuckled lowly. “What’d that taste like?” he asked.
You licked your lips before answering shyly, “Strawberry lemonade.”
He smiled and kissed you again, this time slower and more passionate. You closed your eyes and held his cheek as his lips moved in perfect unison with yours. You had been kissed before, but never like this. Something about Jay was so intoxicating in the very way he carried himself, and now, you felt weak at his very touch.
He pulled away to ghost his lips down the column of your neck. “Want me to fuck you?”
You whined, tugging at the front of his shirt. Every nerve in your body was screaming for him to just touch you all over and split you apart.
“That’s not enough, doll.” He mocked a pout, feigning sympathy. “Use your words. You were all talk before I started touching you, hm? What happened to that?”
“Jay,” you whimpered.
“Yes?”
“I… I want you to fuck me.”
“Louder,” he mocked, grinning at you. “Bolder.”
You whined. “Just fuck me already!”
Seemingly satisfied, Jay started unbuttoning his pants, yanking them down and kicking them off from where they pooled at his ankles. You sat up to peel off your shirt as he scoured through his nightstand for condoms. When he found one, he used his teeth to open the wrapper, taking the rubber out and sliding it onto his cock with a few pumps.
He was nothing short of impressive. You were already weak at the sight of his rippling abs and the mouthwatering size of his cock. His ego was inflating higher and higher when he caught sight of you drooling over him.
“Lay down,” he instructed. “You asked me to give it to you earlier, so you’re gonna take every single inch of me.”
Your heartbeat was going crazy—both of them.
When you were flat on his bed, Jay got over you and started pressing open-mouthed kisses along your neck and collarbone. You whimpered, sliding your hand into his hair for leverage, but that hardly helped when he slipped his hand under your bra to grope your chest.
He pulled his hand away to reach behind you, undoing the clip of your bra with one snap. You were honestly jealous; you couldn’t even undo your own bra that quickly.
Once you discarded your bra, tossing it to the floor along with the rest of your clothes, Jay started leaving hot kisses around your nipple. Then, he sucked on your hard nipple itself, leaving you a moaning mess while heat pricked your skin.
“You wet enough for me?” he mumbled against your skin.
You nodded, and oh god, you were dripping for him. “Please, please, please just give it to me.”
Jay pushed himself inside of you, and the simultaneous moans that fell from both of your lips was almost beautiful. He held your hips firmly and rubbed slow circles with his thumb as he eased himself inside of you, adjusting to the tight squeeze of your cunt. You cried at how tight you were, digging your nails into his back and burying your face in his shoulder.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grunted. “For real, this time.” (You despised how he had to specify that.)
Jay bottomed out inside you, and the feeling of his cock filling you up left tears welling up in your eyes. Unexpectedly, Jay immediately wiped at your tears and pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, whispering a sweet apology as he waited for you to adjust to his length.
“O-oh fuck—right there,” you begged once his cock hit that perfect spot right under your cervix.
“Here?” he asked, thrusting in and out of you to get to that sweet spot again.
There must be nothing Jay couldn’t do because he found it almost immediately, taking your choked sob as a sign that he struck gold. The bed creaked and shook as Jay tried to find a proper rhythm, and you were starting to forget your original reason for being here as you moaned and sobbed under him. His thrusts were so purposeful and precise, intending to make you see stars as he pinned you down and fucked you into the mattress.
You babbled something incoherent—something about how close you were, but you were sure Jay picked up on the message by how your legs were starting to shake.
“Come on, sweetheart,” he cooed into your ear, “give it to me.”
Your orgasm was blinding. The preamble of heat blooming under your skin was hardly enough to prepare you for the intense pleasure that started coursing through your body. You were drowning in a sea of molten lava, hardly able to ground yourself as Jay fucked you through your orgasm. He had to grip your hand to remind you that you were still with him, still in the bedroom in his apartment.
Your cunt must have been pulsing around his cock too tightly in the meanwhile because Jay reached his high, too, cumming inside you with a little groan. He sighed, relieved, and pulled out of you so that he could toss out the condom.
“You okay?” he asked, pushing your hair back when you seemed to have recuperated. “You were so, so good for me.”
“Do… do you think we were loud enough?” you asked in a small voice. This couldn’t be part of the act, but you were still scared that Jay would pretend nothing happened.
He snorted. “I think they left a long time ago when I actually started fucking you.” He shifted so that he was holding you in his arms, spooning you and letting his breath tickle your neck. “By the way, I’ve been meaning to make a move on you for a while now.”
“You have?”
“Yeah, but it was kinda hard when Heeseung was always there.”
You giggled, turning to face him. “Maybe you should stop talking about Sunghoon and his praying mantises. That’s not really an effective method to hit on a girl, you know?”
Jay cupped his hand over your mouth. “Shhh,” he silenced you. “I don’t wanna hear it from the girl who needs our incompetent RA to help her with her roommate problems.”
“You do the same thing!” you defended, though your voice was muffled.
“Like I said: shhh.” Jay chuckled. “Plus, now we can just go over to each other’s place when they decide to start going at it like rabbits.”
“You’re right,” you said once you pried Jay’s hand away. “I have one requirement, though.”
“What is it?”
“You’re sharing that strawberry lemonade lollipop next time.”
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Wax On..
Atsumu Miya x reader
~ After Losing a Bet with his brother, Atsumu finds himself in a hairy situation.
WC: 1.7k
Warning: Mentions reader having experience with waxing some of their own unspecified hair, Atsumu being in pain, hair removal as a punishment.
A/n: this prompt has been on my list for awhile, I'm glad I finally found the motivation to work through it!
Atsumu’s leg hasn’t stopped shaking since he begrudgingly slid into your passenger seat. A paper shopping bag hanging limply at his side, swaying like a sardonic metronome.
“You really don’t have to do this, Tsumu,” you offer him a small smile as you take in every inch of his terrified features. There is a coldness to his skin that wasn’t there an hour ago, and his breathing is all kinds of shaky as he tries to brace himself for the harsh reality he has created for himself when he gets home.
“I gotta do it,” his voice wavers, and he presses his cheek against the glass window and closes his eyes. “Samu won’t let me forget it if I chicken out.”
“I’ve done it before, Tsumu; I promise it only hurts for a minute,” you say, hoping to reassure the athlete, but it only makes him sink farther back into his seat.
“It will still hurt, though,” he mumbles, crossing his arms childishly in front of his chest. Almost as if what was about to happen wasn’t entirely his fault.
It was.
He was the one who proposed the damn bet in the first place…
It all started the other day when you met your boyfriend and his twin Brother for a picnic in the park. The three of you were having a great time until you saw a children’s volleyball match starting from across the grass.
From the first sound of the whistle, the twins’ ears pricked up like dogs, and they turned their full attention to the match. Cheering on the little guys eagerly as they take the outdoor court wearing puffy knee pads that look like marshmallows on their little legs. At first, it was cute, until they had a disagreement on which team would bring home the win.
The Miya twins are known to be ridiculously competitive, but this was a bit ridiculous.
Trash was talked, and the stakes kept getting raised until Atsumu boldly told his brother that whoever team loses will have to get their legs waxed.
Guess whose team won?
With Osamu’s blue team securing a victory over Atsumu’s green one, there is now a brand new waxing kit nestled securely in your boyfriend’s swaying shopping bag and an uncomfortable silence in your usually chatty car, the only sound that can be heard aside from the soft blowing of the air conditioning is the steady stream of taunting text messages, and waxing fail videos being sent to Atsumu by his brother.
“Hey now,” you scold as you glance out of the corner of your eye and see your boyfriend pressing play on one of the many videos. “Don’t watch that; you’ll only get yourself more stressed out.”
At the sound of a pained yelp, his body tenses up, and he shuts the device off quickly. “Why didn’t I bet somethin else like shaving an eyebrow,” he whines, looking at you with a pouty lip.
“Don’t ever do that,” you giggle, taking one of your hands off the wheel to grab his own. “You have great eyebrows, Tsumu. Why can’t you just bet your brother a cup of coffee like a normal person.”
He throws his hands up in the air in disbelief at your suggestion. “Just a cup of coffee?” he exclaims. “Where’s the fun in that?”
“I’m just saying, next time you make a bet, don’t bet your body hair unless you know for sure you are going to win.” you tease, turning the wheel sharply into the driveway. He is slow to get out of the car and slower to the front door. Each step he takes is reluctant and heavy with regret, but his pride is much too great for him to back out now.
“Here we go,” he breathes, stepping into the house at last. To him, buying the supplies and coming back inside was half the battle, albeit the less painful half but still half. His hands, calloused from many years of intense workouts, shake in apprehension as he pulls the package of teal-colored wax, the applicators, and the paper strips themselves from the confines of the paper bag.
Carefully remove the packaging and read each step. Toss the wax cubes into a microwave-safe bowl and heat them in small increments until they have melted completely. While you do that, Atsmu changes into a shorter pair of athletic shorts and sits on the freshly cleaned-off dining room table that has been pushed against the wall whilst awaiting his fate.
You bring the now-melted wax over to the table edge for Atsumu to see; the blond looks down at the bowl in your hands with the slightest bit of curiosity written on his features, “Looks nice,” he comments on the shimmering bowl of wax. “M’ glad we didn’t choose the red one; it woulda looked like blood.”
“That’s true,” you snort, dipping the wooden applicator into the teal wax and stirring it around one final time. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“How bad can it be?” he chuckles nervously, sitting back in a more comfortable position. “I gotta show ya how tough I can be off the court.”
“You’re plenty tough, Tsumu,” you say, scooping up a small test glob of the wax onto the applicator and applying it to the inside of your wrist to check whether it is a safe temperature to use. The smooth thickness of the wax, along with the comfortable warmth on your skin, tells you that it is safe to use.
“It’s not hurtin’ ya or anything, right?” he asks, watching your features carefully. Although he is the one who is about to be in a world of pain, he still worries about your own comfort above his own. The gesture makes your skin heat up under the shimmering wax.
“Nope,” you grin, holding out your wrist for him to feel. “It’s all ready.”
“Can I get a kiss for good luck?” he asks cheekily, leaning in closer to you with puckered lips.
When he looks at you like that, who are you to say no to your sweet yet sometimes overconfident boyfriend.
“For luck,” you giggle, meeting his lips with your own. The stress that he had been feeling up until this moment decreases, and his shoulders tense Your kiss draws out the stress he has been feeling like a salve to a wound.
“Feel better?” you ask, pulling away a bit too soon for your liking, but the cooling layer of wax on your wrist reminds you that the two of you are on a deadline.
“I’ll need more later,” he winks, leaning back up against the wall; as you turn your attention to scooping a layer of wax back onto the applicator, you see Atsumu clenching his fists into balls. His eyes never leave the ever-approaching wax.
“You got this, Tsumu,” you murmur, spreading a smooth layer onto his shin in the direction his curly leg hairs are growing. Once on, you smooth the waxing strip over the layer of teal in the same direction, pressing down until it sticks together.
“Are you gonna pull it off?” he asks nervously. There is so much trust in his eyes, you know that the best way to help him through this little predicament is to do it as quickly as you can. Before you respond to him, you rip the sheet off of him in the opposite direction from where you applied it.
“Owwwwww,” he whines, closing his eyes tightly, practically jumping off the table in surprise. He squirms as you try and clean up the waxed area of any stray hairs. Once you stop, he stills and looks at you with red cheeks.
“How was it?” you ask. “I heard the first one is always the worst.”
“It stung…” he mumbles, unclenching his knuckles. “That damn Samu knew this was gonna hurt.”
Not wanting to remind him that this was entirely his idea, you look down at the strip and see the large patch of hair stuck to it. “Woah, look at all that hair Tsumu,” you murmur, showing him the strip in fascination.
“That was all mine?” he asks in disbelief. “No way.”
“Do you want me to prove it?” you ask, getting another strip ready.
He looks a bit nervous but nods. “C-can ya hold my hand while you do it?” he asks, reaching out for your unoccupied one. Doing this one-handed may slow you down, but how can you say no when he looks at you with so much trust.
“Of course, I can.” you giggle.
Strip after strip comes on and off of Atsumu’s leg as he whines, cries, and curses aloud. But despite the unfamiliar pain, he doesn’t tap out or ask for a break. Finally, you pull the last stip off of his leg and pause, looking over the slightly red and hairless limb for any missed strands.
“A-are we all done?” he pants, looking up at you with big eyes, fat teardrops resting on his waterline, threatening to fall any moment.
You shoot him the tenderest smile in the world and sweep a few sweaty locks of his dyed blond hair from his forehead. “Take a look.”
Using you as support, he shuffles to sit upwards and takes a look at his right leg. Despite a few irritated patches of skin and a few droplets of teal-colored wax, his leg looks baby smooth and shiny, not a stray hair in sight. Gingerly he runs his hand along the surface in wonder.
“It’s so smooth, babe. You gotta feel this,” he announces, looking up at you expectantly. The look of pride and relief on his face makes your heart swell as he grabs your hand and runs it down the length of his shin. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“It’s very smooth, Tsumu.” you giggle, giving the hairless skin a playful little smack. “That wasn’t so bad now, was it?”
He rolls his eyes playfully. “Not bad at all,” he drawls overconfidently and starts to spin himself around to jump off of the dining room table.
“What are you doing, babe?” you ask, reaching to grab his shoulder, effectively stopping him in his tracks. “We still have to do the other leg, remember?”
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you tend to write about irish mythology but at the same time you seem knowledgeable about other myths, so i was wondering if you could answer a question? my question is, would be offensive to create a version of arthurian myths but with most of the christian elements removed? christianity seems heavily baked into each and every arthurian story so i was wondering if it would be wrong, or outright offensive, to remove it?
i don't think it would be OFFENSIVE (christianity being a dominant religion so it's not like erasing a minority culture; the texts being literary rather than for religious purpose themselves means it's not like using canonical religious material – people share a belief system with the stories rather than believing in the stories themselves, barring probably a very few outliers; plus it's definitely been done before, tons of modern retellings don't engage with the christian aspects although frequently this is done in a boring way)
arthurian literature comprises a huge range of stories written over a huge time period for a variety of purposes. some of them are super duper christian. some of them are just kind of culturally christian because they're being written by christians within a christian context and that's what they know. some of them only have a light touch of it and some of them are dripping with it
i think whether it can be done effectively without leaving you with a story that no longer bears any resemblance to the story you started with depends very much on which stories you decide to retell. for example, a lot of the lancelot-grail stuff is extremely bound up in christianity and removing it without patching the holes is probably gonna weaken the story. now, you might want to reimagine them entirely within a new belief system. i would consider that to be patching the holes, as long as it's done carefully and effectively as with all worldbuilding. but just taking the story and excising the christian elements and not doing anything else is probably gonna undermine the story a lot
on the other hand there are other stories, particularly some of the romances (knights getting up to shenanigans in a self-contained story within an arthurian setting) where christianity is just the set dressing, and taking it out isn't going to leave such massive gaps; these would be easier to rework in a new context without needing to develop an entire belief system for the characters to be operating within. although tbh the whole of chivalric literature does rely on some pretty specific assumptions about hierarchies, loyalty, obligations, righteousness etc that are often bound up in, though not synonymous with, medieval christianity, so even there you do need to think about what is going to replace it
i would say if you're trying to keep a medieval western european setting, you can't really take the christianity out (of the setting, and really of the characters too in 90% of cases) without making it completely ahistorical. so it also depends if you're trying to retell it as in "i am reworking this story in a world and context of my choosing" (sure, do whatever you want) versus "I am producing a version of this text to introduce people to this story" (taking the christianity out makes it far less accurate and misrepresents the text, maybe don't do that)
i would also say that medieval christianity is much more exciting and weirder and often very different from modern christianity, and a lot of modern engagement with those aspects overlooks this fact and makes it boring and staid. but actually a lot of it's batshit and adds some fun colour to the stories in a way that can be enjoyable regardless of your personal beliefs about any of it. taking it out as many modern retelling seem to do often just makes the story more boring, so something interesting needs to fill the holes imo
so tl;dr. morally wrong, no, not in my opinion. narratively wrong, depends on the story and your purposes.
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ever since i made THIS POST a lot of people have been asking for a tutorial, even though in pretty much all of the screenshots i included the specific part of inspect element showing exactly what i edited.
so buckle the fuck up I guess because the tumblr userbase want to find out how to make html pages unusable and who am I to deny you.
get ready for Baby's First HTML and CSS tutorial lmao
ok so first things first we need to go over BASIC HTML
html is made up of these things called "tags" which specify certain parts of the web page, such as
HEADERS (<h1> through <h6> in terms of importance)
PARAGRAPHS (<p>paragraph here</p>)
LINKS (<a href="linkhere"></a>)
BOLDED SECTIONS OF TEXT(<b>bold here</b>)
and a bunch of other stuff,
by default however, specifying all of this just gives us a plain white page with plain black text of varying sizes
that's of course, no fucking good, and sucks shit, so the arbiters of html decided to let us STYLE certain elements, by adding a STYLE parameter to the tag
this can change any number of elements about how things are formatted.
text colour, page colour, font, size, spacing between elements, text alignment, you name it? you can change it!
you might've noticed that, certain elements are nested in other elements
and that any changes that apply to one element, apply to everything included under that element!
how convenient!
anyway this method of styling things by adding a style=" " to their tags is called "in-line style"
i think because the "style" goes "in" the "line"
it's generally ALSO a pain in the ass to style an entire website like this and should be exclusively reserved for small changes that you only want to apply to specific parts of the page.
for any real change in style you want to create a <style> section in your page's header!
this can be used to make changes to how all elements of a type in your page are displayed
or even add new elements with whatever wacky styling you want that can be used with the <div> tag!
wow! isn't css just dandy!
and hell you can even use External CSS™ if you're making multiple pages and want them all to have a consistent theme, by pointing to a .CSS file (which is basically just a <style> header without the <style> tags lmao
ok this is all well and good and very interesting if, say, you're making your own website
*cough*neocities*cough*itsreallycoolandfree*cough*
but you came here because you want to FUCK UP A WEBSITE and make it look STUPID!!
so this is where the transform css property comes in~
you can read up on it HERE if you want the details but basically it allows you to apply mathematical transformations to any html element you want,
all of these fun bastards,
they can be really useful if you're doing some complicated stupid bullshit like me
OR for having fun >:)
if you'll remember, earlier i said that css properties apply to literally everything nested in an element,
and you MIGHT notice, that literally everything in pretty much all html files, is nested in an <html> tag
you can use style=" " or regular css on pretty much ANY html tag,
INCLUDING HTML!
ok ok that was a lot of buildup for something that i could've explained in one or two lines, but i gave you all this fundamental knowledge for a reason,
well, two reasons, go make a neocities
CHAPTER 2: THIS POST HAS CHAPTERS NOW
CSS KEY FRAMES BABYYYY
THESE FUCKERS DON'T WORK AS INLINE STYLING
I HAD TO TEACH YOU HOW CSS WORKED, TO GIVE YOU THE KNOWLEDGE YOU NEED, TO ANIMATE PAGES. TO MAKE THE FUCKERY COMPLETE!!!!
OKAY SO AGAIN READ UP ON THIS IF YOU WANT THE FULLEST POSSIBLE UNDERSTANDING
BUT WHAT KEYFRAMES ALLOW YOU TO DO, IS ANIMATE CSS PROPERTIES
and then make a class, which calls that animation...
and then assign that class. to your html tag.
and then vomit forever
we can do it in 3d too,
the only limit is your imagination... (and how many parameters you want to look up on w3schools and mozilla mdn web docs)
CHAPTER 3: APPLYING IN PRACTICE
ok now the fun thing about all of this, is you can apply it to your blog theme, literally right now
like literally RIGHT now
like step one, make sure you have a custom blog theme enabled in your settings, because that's turned off by default for some reason
step 2: edit theme
step 3: edit html:
step 4: apply knowledge in practice >:)
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conclusion jumping (ccg universe)
words: 2,701
ship: austin butler x reader
summary: (combined anon requests) “angst when reader sees a tabloid pic of Austin getting cozy with another girl + ccg and austin disagree on how to discipline luci“
warnings: none
notes: thank you so much for reading! masterlist is here, along with a ccg universe dedicated masterlist here :)
tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff, @stylespresleyhearted
Admittedly, you know you shouldn’t even be following gossip instagrams for this exact reason. You know by now that what you see isn’t what it seems, always some sort of half truth mixed beneath the surface. You’re unsure of why you’d even let this get to you—you trust Austin, you do, it’s not about that. Maybe it’s about other people not creating boundaries with him and yet, you know that it’s always a balance, right? You’re not about to blame someone else completely? And still, that’s exactly what you want to do.
For your health and sanity, you unfollow the gossip celebrity Instagram that you’ve been following since before you and Austin met. It’s a lot less fun now that your name and your husband is plastered on it from time to time. This is probably exactly why Austin doesn’t keep much on social media, it’s a lot easier that way, even though you can’t imagine completely pulling the plug either.
You stare at the photo and try not to let your emotions completely swallow you whole—you don’t do conclusion jumping—
Austin is seated on a bar couch, out with his latest film family, having a good time. This is not like he hasn’t done this before with countless other movies he’s starred in, it’s not like he didn’t text you last night asking if you wanted to come (Jillian more than gladly would have watched Luci). So it’s not like this is a big secret being kept from you. It’s the fact that Austin has his arm stretched out along the back of the couch and his co-star who plays lead opposite of him, Melanie, is molded against his side and looking entirely too cozy.
You don’t even bother with the comments because you know they’re going to be a complete and utter circus. Some in support of you, some dragging you through the mud, and…even as you stand there making breakfast, you can’t even pinpoint who you’re mad at. Or about? A nasty, heated curl like a tendril in your stomach, reaching up and hooking onto your ribcage brings thoughts from deep down—
That you’re really mad at yourself because Austin was out having a good time last night and you were home playing housewife. Even though, distantly, you know that’s not…that makes no sense. You love being a wife, a mother—there are no regrets there. And Austin has never made you feel like that, so you’re not sure where those feelings are coming from. It has to be insecurities bubbling over, because you’re at a different point in your life right now and this co-star is where you were.
“This is so stupid,” You mumble under your breath as you flip pancakes, putting finished ones on a plate near the stove.
Stupid, sure. Ridiculous, maybe. And yet…you hate that you’re asking yourself what Austin did after that photo. Did he pull away? Or was it not that big of a deal?
You know exactly who Austin is, don’t you?
You hate that this stupid photo is driving you crazy into questioning that.
Glancing up at the sound of little feet, you smile a little as Luci comes rushing into the kitchen, tumbling herself right against your leg. For someone who’s two and tiny, she’s strong and knows how to throw her weight around.
“I think you grew overnight,” You tease, reaching your hand down to run through her hair, “Like a beanstalk.” You’ve read that book recently with her, so that definitely resonates.
She laughs and squeezes around your leg, her hair staticky from sleep, impressions of her pillow still warm on her cheek. “Pantates.”
“Yes,” You smirk, “Pancakes. You wanna go see if dad’s up?”
Austin came in late last night, you were barely awake when he crawled into bed, pulled you close. The scent of cologne and cigarette smoke were sticking to his skin—you remember turning into his chest and slipping as close as you could.
Luci, thrilled with having a task, turns on her heel and bolts out of the kitchen. You want to tell her not to run but at least she doesn’t have socks on, she shouldn’t be doing Risky Business sliding around. Shaking your head, you move on to making bacon and eggs, just something else to do with your hands as you consider how to ask Austin about this photo.
You’re actually not even sure you want to bring it up…maybe it’s best to just ignore it? You’re trying to decide what you can live with, what’s going to bother you later on. And then what if it happens again and you’re angry with yourself that you never tried to talk to him about it?
Turning your head as you hear another set of footsteps, heavier this time, you can’t help but smile as you see Austin walk into the kitchen looking the tiniest bit hungover, holding Luci against his chest. He’s got on a black t-shirt, black joggers, hair a mismatched mess even though he still manages to look incredibly handsome. Unfair really. His eyebrows are drawn together in such a way as Luci talks that you can tell he has a headache.
“Morning sleeping beauty,” You tease, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek.
He grunts out a reply, turning his head to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth, “Coffee?” He manages to form that word at least and you muffle a bit of a chuckle. The eggs and bacon are fine to leave alone for a moment, getting a mug down for him to fill up with coffee from the pot.
“Savin’ my life.” He mumbles, taking the mug and having a long sip.
Must be bad if he’s not even putting in cream or sugar first.
Austin sets Luci down, who makes a sprinting for the living room as she says something about ‘cayons’—which, crayons,…you have no idea what she’s on about. Maybe she drew something for one of them? Or she’s just keeping herself busy until breakfast is ready.
Reaching up, you thread your fingers through his curls before finishing up the eggs and bacon, “Have fun last night?”
Austin hums, making his way to the fridge to grab the cream to fix his coffee, adding a bit more to the mug too, “Was a good time,” He glances over his shoulder at you, “Always more fun if you coulda made it.”
You know that’s supposed to be a compliment and you appreciate that sentiment, but something sour sits in the bottom of your stomach. Of course you would have loved to have been able to join him, just like any other past invite he’s extended to you. But your lives are a bit different now—while you could have dropped Luci off at Jillian’s place, that doesn’t mean you automatically should have? It doesn’t work like that.
Heat bubbles in your veins as you turn the stove off and you bite down on your lower lip, words pushing past your teeth, “Seems like you’re capable of having plenty of fun without me.”
You can feel Austin pause, setting his mug down slowly on the counter. But before he has a chance to unpack that, you move, unwilling to settle in the aftermath of your commentary. You walk into the living room to tell Luci that breakfast is ready, and your mouth opens but—
There, on the floor, your daughter is coloring directly on the wall with her crayons in full abandon—
"Luci!" You snap, more out of surprise and disbelief than anything else. You take a few steps towards her, eyes widening at the artwork on the pale green walls, "Since when do we draw on the walls? You know better than this."
It doesn't matter that…well, maybe she doesn't know better because you and Austin have never had to say anything to her, or that you're speaking to her as if she's run into traffic because she let go of your hands (has happened before), because she drops her crayons at the sound of your voice.
And starts crying.
You're not sure whether it's because you scared her or the tone of your voice but you suppose it doesn't matter, big fat tears are rolling down her cheeks regardless. You run a hand over your face, Austin walking past you to scoop your daughter up into his arms.
"Hey, hey," He coos, "It's alright, shhh." He bounces her on his hip a little, using his other hand to push her hair away from her face.
Any other time it might not dig under your skin, but— "It's not alright." You tell him and he kinda…glances over at you with this softly pinched, confused expression. He definitely doesn't understand where this is coming from, why you're so wound up and…
Even as you say the next set of words, it's like a car crash, a sputtering of emotions, you can't stop yourself, "We can't just let her do whatever she wants."
Austin soothes Luci with a hand moving up and down her back and you really try not to get yourself caught up in old feelings you've put to rest—how Luci tends to favor her dad, and maybe it's for these exact same moments. Good cop vs. bad.
"That's not what we're doin'."
Luci's definitely a bit calmer now against Austin's chest, soft hiccups, red cheeks and wet eyelashes and you hate that you've upset her like that. While you're not thrilled about the crayons all over the wall, it's not like it can't be painted over?
And yet your mouth is still running off, not completely connected to your brain, talking about actions having consequences. Distantly, you know that this has nothing to do with Luci and more to do with how you felt seeing your husband snuggled up on a bar couch with his co-star.
You can pinpoint the exact moment in which Austin can see right through you, "Okay, what then? What do you want to do?" He's not angry, exactly, but his voice is a bit tight, "Put her in time-out? Yell at her? Or do you want to yell at me—because that seems to be who you're really mad at."
Something heavy settles in the air, almost making it difficult for you to breathe. The words get stuck in your throat, nearly choking you—Austin waits, he's patient—always so patient. But when you don't say anything, his jaw works and he moves Luci from his one side to the other. He lets out a short sigh, looking down at her as he turns to go into the kitchen to get breakfast, giving a smile that's only reserved for her.
Leaving you with your thoughts.
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It’s a day off for both you and Austin, a home day, which you usually love. Today it feels a bit suffocating, mostly because it's pouring outside—so there's no going to the park, no distraction from the small explosion in the living room and the awkwardly quiet breakfast that followed.
You find Luci in her bedroom after washing the dishes and apologize to her, sink to the floor, hold her little hands, try to explain even though she's moved on already—the sharp words from you a distant past. You say you're sorry anyways, draw her close, kiss her cheeks. She forgives you—she always forgives you. One day that won't easily be the case.
Wandering into the living room, you bring a selection of cleaning supplies with you from the kitchen. You're not sure where Austin is but you think you hear the shower running in your bathroom. Sitting down on the floor, you attempt to take the crayon off the wall...not much works. You sigh, running your thumb over Luci's drawing—it's grass and flowers and…cows. At least they seem to be cows? Maybe they're pandas.
When you hear footsteps approaching the living room, you look up to see Austin wandering in, freshly showered. His hair is a bit wet still, some slicked back, some in wild curls on his forehead. You swallow over an emotion in your throat you don't want to name, your husband moving to sit on the couch near where you are. He leans forward, elbows on his knees as he looks down at you.
Quiet, nothing for a few moments until he breaks the ice that's forming by touching your hair, brushing it over your shoulder. You close your eyes until he speaks, almost laughing when he asks,
"Is this about Melanie?"
You definitely hate yourself a little bit, putting down a washcloth that isn't working against the crayon, "I'm sorry—" You open your eyes, looking up at him, "I'm really sorry."
Austin nods softly, drawing his thumb along your cheek and jawline as he waits for you to continue.
"It's…" And you don't even want to mention trusting him, because you do? Utterly? You have no idea where these rush of feelings came from—jealousy, guilt, frustration? Just be honest.
"It's not as easy as before we had Luci, dropping everything and joining you out." You start, licking your lips. That within itself isn't a big deal, there will be plenty of times in the future that you do join him. "And I let myself get all wound up because I saw this picture of you and Melanie on a couch at the bar, and I didn't like it."
You swallow, almost afraid to look at him in that admittance. His hand gently tips your chin, his blue eyes meeting yours. You can tell he knows exactly what you’re talking about, his thumb tracing along your lower lip,
“You can tell me stuff like that, you know? I wasn’t exactly quiet about Ronald gettin’ too close to you on set.”
There’s a soft laugh that rumbles in your chest because…Ronald is harmless, a sound guy you’ve worked with a handful of times on movie sets, including the films you’ve written for. He’s definitely a little…overly friendly? But has always been incredibly respectful. Austin isn’t a fan because, in his opinion, regardless that Ronald is nice? He crosses boundaries—too nice. And while you don’t exactly see it, you respect how Austin feels. Just like he’s understanding you now, with Melanie.
“I’m sorry,” Austin says after a moment, “If I hurt you.” And it…it wasn’t him exactly, though you do appreciate that, appreciate him. “Lot of us got tipsy fast, Melanie was one of them. She’s uh…bit of a cuddly drunk.” You can definitely relate, “Despite what you might have seen, us on the couch, that’s the closest we were all night. I was mostly just makin’ sure she wasn’t gonna fall over.”
So basically Austin was being a decent guy, like you already know he is.
Inching towards him on the floor, you kneel so you’re situated between his legs, nuzzling your noses together for a moment. His forehead rests along yours, “I’ll talk to you next time, when something bothers me,” You promise. You got too caught up in emotions, needing to remember to take a step back, breathe. It’s hard within the moment.
Austin nods, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.
“Not freak out about crayons,” You mumble with a soft eyeroll and your husband smirks.
He pulls back, cupping your cheek as he takes a look at the artwork on the walls. “I talked to her after she calmed down, I think she understands.” Austin tilts his head a little, “Though, seems like a shame to get rid of such nicely drawn…bears?”
“I think they’re cows. We should make her write an artist statement.”
Austin laughs but…then again.
A few days later, you buy this frame at a yard sale you just happen to pass on your way home, and you place it perfectly around her drawing in the living room. When Austin comes home and sees that, he almost loses it, eyes bright with amused laughter. You would be the parents to frame your daughter’s first coloring on the walls…
And help her write an artist statement to place on a small placard alongside it.
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I’m curious why you loathe the implication that wizards are immune to muggle diseases. Is it because it reinforces the idea that they aren’t really the same species as muggles?
thank you very much for the ask, @urupotter!
and the answer is - yes, pretty much.
how the body is understood, how illness and disability are thought about, how the medical system works etc. are all questions that i am primed to obsess over in any piece of media - even when they're not actually significant parts of the story.
which is to say, i completely understand the reason why the harry potter series treats these topics in the way it does. magical medicine isn't one of the themes the story is designed to focus on - which means that its purpose is as incidental worldbuilding detail which reinforces the whimsical vibe of the earlier books and the darker vibe of the later ones, and which means that its treatment in the text makes sense within the setting and genre conventions of canon. harry being able to take a bludger - a cast-iron cannonball moving at speed - to the head and living to tell the tale is the same as john wick being able to fall from a great height, land on his back, and then get up and walk around: he's an action hero in a fantasy.
and so wizards being more physically durable than muggles - and also wizards having their own magical diseases, and being immune to muggle ones - all makes sense within the context of the books as literature. kids don't want to read about harry having a cold. they want to read about him being a wizard.
but when i'm deciding to enjoy myself by taking the question of just how fucked-up wizarding society is much more seriously than canon does... the implication that wizards are immune to muggle diseases and that they are broadly unaffected by physical trauma unless that trauma has a magical cause really bothers me. entirely - as you say - because it directly undermines the series' thesis that the purity of magical blood is irrelevant and that the wizarding world's dehumanisation of muggles and muggleborns by treating them as, essentially, separate, lower species is wrong.
the main canon example of this which i detest is dumbledore's suggestion in half-blood prince that merope gaunt could have survived childbirth if she'd simply "raised her wand to save her own life". after all, if a little bit of magic makes one immune to experiencing complications during childbirth [unlike thousands upon thousands of muggles throughout history, who would probably have very much liked to have lived to see their children grow up]... then voldemort is completely justified in thinking merope's death was a selfish, shameful, deliberate choice.
[i do understand that the idea merope chose to die is primarily included in the text so dumbledore can segue into saying that lily "had a choice too", contributing to the gradual reveal in half-blood prince and deathly hallows that she's the key to the whole mystery. but i still think that jkr could maybe have though a little bit harder about what she was suggesting with this than she evidently did...]
and so i think in fandom it's both fun and important not to accept the idea that wizards are automatically resistant to anything which might kill, injure, or disable a muggle - especially because it lets us really play with some of the big worldbuilding questions surrounding the conventions and institutions of wizarding society.
what do disability rights look like in a world which is so rabidly intolerant of difference, and which appears not to have any sort of welfare state? the nhs is a recent invention, created in a muggle britain which is culturally and institutionally separate from the wizarding one: so is treatment at st mungo's free - and, if not, what happens to those who can't pay? how is queerness understood in a society which appears to have views on sexual expression which are fairly conservative - and how does this mean the wizarding state responded to the aids crisis? what do reproductive rights look like in this kind of society? if the dementor's kiss results in - essentially - a vegetative state, what is done with the people the kiss has been performed on? what might it be like for your relative to develop dementia at 100... when you know they might live to 250? what impact do biases about blood status have on how muggleborn patients are treated?
i just think it's interesting!
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Alrighty, I've been meaning to upload this to Tumblr for a WHILE but I knew it was gonna be a lot of texting / explaining so I had to brace myself for all of it LMAO! Get ready for a LONG explanation about all these guys!! ^^
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These are the 'main' next gens for my TAWoG AU, which I dubbed a long time ago the "String of Fate" AU (SoF) - if you saw my 'intro' post to my AU you'd know that my AU started differently - that is true!
When I first started my AU I had a whole story planned, I wanted to write it like a full on fanfiction with chapters 'n storylines!! However I.. am not confident in my writing. Over time I got less and less confident in my ability to write the stories - I found the medium of making a timeline to be MUCH more simple so that's what I started doing! It made it easier to say "hey this event happens here" and it just became my preferred way of telling the 'story'.
So eventually I will have a whole post explaining the entire timeline of my AU but that's still in the works if I'm being honest. I still have some storylines that need to be finished. (They're not big elaborate storylines btw, some of them are just mini arcs that some characters go through. My AU isn't super serious, it has its moments, but for the most part I wanted it to be fun!! Ya know?)
For now I at least wanna introduce everyone since my AU has tons of characters. (Lots of next gens lol) so starting off with the Watterson boy's kiddos. (Anais has her own family too but they'll get their own chart / explanation eventually!) I just think it's easier to stick to Gum and Dar's kids first anyway!! Gumball ends up with Rob and they have 6 kids, 1 of them biologically being Penny's but Rob sees Cas as his own. (and Cas see's Rob as more of a parent than Penny (something to be explored later) so yeah!) Lemme introduce everyone properly ~
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There's Caspian (Cas), Zipper (Zip), Cosette (Cos/Cozy), Elliot (Eli) and then the twins - Roe and Rem!
(Cas and Zip joke that they're twins too because they're 3 days apart in age.)
I explained how Cas came to be in this post - so I won't go over it too much, what I WILL explain is Zip since his existence has confused a few people. "How is he 3 days younger than Cas?" / "How did 2 males have a kid?" / ect.
I won't explain the story aspects juuuust yet so all you need to know is - Rob went all science-y and took some of Gum's DNA. Mixing it with his own to create a kid - which is Zip. Zip was born from an 'artificial womb' / incubator for anyone wondering. I know that's not realistic but this is TAWoG we're talking about.. I could literally say Rob sneezed which caused Zip appeared and it could be canon. It doesn't matter if 'two males can't have kids' - they can in this fictional universe!! So get over it ~
Anyway, Cas was born on November 10th (1992 - yes my AU even has the years figured out LOL) and Zip was born 3 days later on November 13th. Skipping some story stuff; Rob and Gum have their first child together / after marriage, which is Cosette. She's born when Cas/Zip are 7. (Gum is 24 and Rob's 25 for anyone who was wondering.) Then Elliot was born 3 years later and then 2 years after that were the twins! Gum and Rob love their little big family very much <33
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Then we get to Darwin's family - he's a single dad and his kids are Pearlene (Pearl), Lilith and Kid.
Pearl was just like him - a sentient pet who grew a connection in order to 'grow legs' (except she already had legs.. being a lotl so.. she grew lungs LOL). Her connection is to both Cas AND Zip! (Unlike Darwin being 2 years younger than Gum, Pearl is only 1 year younger than Cas/Zip.)
Then there's Lilith. She… oh man she's a weird creature. I don't even know how to explain her.. so she'll get her own post eventually!! (Cause Echo was the one who created the idea of her species so I'll try to have Echo's help in explaining them - Echo has one in their AU too!! His name is Kevin. I love Kevin. ANYWAY-) Lilith is just a creature™ and we love her :)
Aaaand finally there's Kid - a puppet come to life - situation. His whole story is still being finalized but let's just say.. certain puppets were involved. A certain purple one. A certain blue/green/yellow one. And a certain clown-based one. If you know you know. Darwin loves his babies very very much! <33
"Glitch, why is Darwin not with anyone / Carrie?" - Honestly that's just because… I don't know who I ship him with..?
Darwin was my first ever true comfort character but when I got into the show literally the Halloween episode (1st indication he ever liked Carrie) was still a NEW episode so I wasn't sure how I felt about the ship. And now as an adult… the age gap really throws me off. I'm sure 'ghost years' might be different or the show was just joking about the 300+ thing but… being 327 and dating a 10 year old… it just… makes me feel uncomfortable. So in my AU - Darwin and Carrie break up at some point in their early teen years. (er well.. Darwin's anyway.) They're still good friends and there's no bad blood whatsoever!!
As for why Darwin doesn't end up with anyone - I just don't have anyone in mind. As a joke I did wanna set him up with Hot Dog Guy but that doesn't really work for reasons I'll explain later. and I know some people ship Dar and Julius but the age gap there made it worse for me too. (In my AU Julius is like.. 6 years older than Darwin. I just always felt he was much older so I could see them being friends, but nothing more. Sorry Julwin shippers.) - but yeah, honestly I think Darwin's fine as a single dad - he's great and having Gum 'n Rob's support they're like a team, it all works out!!
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"Glitch, what did you mean you couldn't have Guy and Darwin together?" … There’s a character limit here so I.. have to make a 2nd post about the partners!! I’ll link it here though!! ^^
Link to the explanation about the partners is here <- !!
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