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batmaniskpopaf · 7 years

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GIRLS LIKE U:

HERE’S THAT MINHYUK SMUT NO ONE ASK FOR…

OKAY BUT I HAVE LIKE A FINAL, A 6 PAGE PAPER AND SHIT TON OF HW AND YOU KNOW WHAT MY HOE ASS DID ? WROTE THIS BULLSHIT AFTER BEING EMO FOR BLACK BEAR AND CARRIE UNDERWOOD FOR 3 HOURS …

ENJOY THIS RIDICULOUSLY LONG STORY :3

A/N:ALSO SHOUT OUT TO MY HOME GIRL @kinkybangtan#YOUTHEREALMVP

TYPE: HELLA SMUT BC LEE MINHYUK DOES THINGS TO ME

WORD COUNT: 3.5 K (SORRY NOT SORRY)

CHARACTERS: LEE MINHYUK X Y/N (FT.KIHYUN,WONHO AND CHANGKYUN BC I’M UNLOYAL AF)

SUMMARY: “SHE HAD THE LOOKS, HE HAD THE MANSION AND YOU CAN FIGURE OUT THE REST” I SUCK AT SUMMARIES ALSO I JUST LIKE THAT LINE

“Are you sure they’re gay?” I ask aloud “No one that hot is straight” Cahngkyun replies taking my tray and wiping down the stray sparkling liquid off its brown surface…. “True” I reply tapping my foot to the thumping music while I wait for my tray … “This is the second bottle they’ve gone through tonight” I muse looking at my waiter wallet once more to verify my orders for the night… “Yah! If they’re paying, let them clean out the bar” … I eye Kihyun my bottom lip jutting out into my signature pout… “Yah! Maybe you’ll finally pay me” I say in mock offense… Kihyun eyes me wearily and I break my composure giggling loudly enough for the people at the other end of the island bar turn to look at me…. he smirks and tosses a bright neon straw at me… the neon yellow plastic tumbles to the floor…. “Children!”Changkyun chastises… he hands me the tray and I pile it high with alcohol and finger foods before disappearing once more into the crowds of party goers and creeps…

“Here you go sir” I announce setting the expensive bottle of alcohol in the ice bucket and discarding the now empty one in my hand…. “Please call me Minhyuk” the auburn beauty corrects me… “alright, Can I get you anything else minhyuk?” I reply my nonsense attitude drawing a smirk from his sculptured lips… “What’s your name sweetheart?” …”Y/N’” I reply… “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl” …the equally attractive blonde man beside him stifles a laugh over his phone… I arch a brow at Minhyuk … and he shoots a pointed look at his compatriot … “Please excuse him, he has no manners” Minhyuk mutters through gritted teeth… “Maybe one more bottle and the check” Minhyuk chirps angling his lean frame towards me once more… his long legs are tucked one under the other and his fingers are adorned with countless silver and gold rings… “Okay one more bottle and the check coming right up” I announce before turning on my heel and sauntering away… I can feel his eyes make their way down my body… a part of me wishes it was his fingers and lips… However, I shake the thought out of my head and head back to the bar…

“Alright, Kihyun another bottle and the check” I say leaning against the large marble bar… “Is it for your boyfriend?” he gushes… “Yah! he’s not my boyfriend” … “Sure he’s not, he just happens to only come in on your scheduled shifts and leave a massive tip specifically for you” Kihyun mutters … I cock my head to the side… “Well you sure don’t seem to mind when I buy you food with that massive tip” I say… Kihyun rolls his eyes at me and I can’t help but blush at his insinuation…as much as I would like to believe everything he just said is true I know I shouldn’t…. Minhyuk probably just feels sorry for me, he probably had to struggle the same way I do when he was my age… Which brings the question, how old is he? He doesn’t look much older than Kihyun or Jooheon the DJ… “Are you two fighting again?” Changkyun interrupts “Hm?” I’m so immersed in my own mind that I hadn’t realize Kihyun was still talking… “No, you know how it is, friendly sibling banter” I say pushing myself off the counter and smoothing my apron over my pencil skirt… “Well I don’t know if you’ve noticed but Fabio over there hasn’t stopped looking at you” Changkyun comments… “He’s probably done with his bottle and waiting on his next order” I comment pulling out my waiter wallet to prove my theory…. when I look up I’m greeted with a warm pair of caramel brown eyes…

“Y/N?” an even warmer tone beckons me and my breath catches in my throat at his inclining proximity… “S-S-sorry about your wait Minhyuk but I have your order right here” I say taking a step back until I’m pressed against the marble island… “That’s okay dear, I was actually hoping I could have a word with you…. in private” Minhyuk explains…his lean silhouette towering over me… I stare directly into his eyes… every muscle in my body aching to reach out my hand and touch him… “Umm sure” I finally get out… he holds his hand out to me and I take it all too eagerly… “Kihyun, I’m taking a Ten!” I announce… “K” I hear him call back to me too busy mixing drinks for customers to notice the model holding my hand… Minhyk leads me towards the back of the building down the narrow hallway …his hand still intertwined with my own… on our journey we pass by couples kissing and downright baby making… I shuffle awkwardly from foot to foot… “blame it on the alcohol?” Minhyuk leans in to whisper in my ear… my cheeks pink at his proximity and the hairs at the back of my neck stand to attention… Minhyuk smirks at my reaction no doubt enjoying the effect his proximity has on me…we walk a few steps forward until we come to the very back of the building… “Here is good” he announces opening an office door… I shuffle in behind him…

Minhyuk finally lets go of my hand severing our precious contact … my limbs feel suddenly cold without his warmth radiating through my body… “Please have a seat” he makes himself at home walking over to the other side of the desk and sitting crossed legged and beautiful across from me… “Okay, what can I do for you?” I ask perching myself at the edge of the chair… “What nationality are you Y/N?” Minhyuk asks nonchalantly…”You have the prettiest skin tone… he explains… I’m caught off guard but quickly recover answering every one of the many questions that follow suite …. “Who was that boy you were laughing with at the bar?” he asks twiddling a large gold ring between his index and thumb… “Kihyun? He’s my step brother” I say arching a brow… “Where’s your friend?” I ask… If he could ask questions, then so could I… “Wonho? Probably out there disappointing Jesus” he explains matter of factly… “Is that so?” I say…my next question hangs heavy on my tongue, mirroring the awkward silence that hangs thick in the air ….“Do you think I’m gay?” Minhyuk whsipers … “well as my coworker said “No one that hot is straight”” I retort… “So you think I’m hot?” Minhyuk asks the shit eating grin that adorns his chiseled face almost makes my embarrassment bearable…. “Well I’m not blind” I reply my voice sounding far too harsh for my own ears…

Minhyuk’s eyes scan my face as if he’s committing every inch of it to memory… The emotions going to war in his eyes… I chew on my lower lip as I take in his heavenly appearance…. everything from his high cheek bones and captivating eyes …. we seize one another up… my own wayward thoughts playing out in my mind… the heat rising in my cheeks when my eyes fixate on his full lips…. I bite my own and refrain the urge to crawl over the large oak desk and feel their petal softness mold against my slightly chapped ones…as if on que he rises from his seat and saunters towards me… his eyes dark with curiosity and what I hope is lust… my heart hammers in my chest almost overpowering the sound of the chair scrapping across the tile floor…. The seconds it takes for him to walk over to me feel like hours… his arms are on either side of my head and his face is only centimeters from my own… so close that his breath is fanning across my cheeks “I’m not gay, but I would rather prove it to you”…his words hold so much carnal promise and temptation that I throw all caution to the wind and close the short distance between our bodies… the kiss starts off heated and needy… Minhyuk reacts instantly cupping my cheek with his palm and placing the other on the back of my head…. His lips feel petal soft and I can feel myself getting light headed from the alcohol on his breath… my tongue swipes across his lips eager to taste more of him and he complies pulling me flush against his lean frame…. the kiss seems to go on forever and end to quickly all at once…when he finally pulls away we’re both gasping for air…

I run my hands through my hair as I try to regain my breath… “Holy shit” Minhyuk gasps… “Thanks” I reply sarcastically rising to my feet … “Wh-where are you going?” he wheezes… “Unlike some of us I work for a living” I say placing my hand on my hip and attempting to walk passed him within the small confines of the office… “Can I see you after work tonight?” he asks anxiously … “No, I have plans” I reply, attempting to sound unfazed… “With who?” he demands … “With whoever the hell I want! Do you think you own me just because you kissed me?” I ask ,the indignation in my voice placating him … “Well no, but I would like to take you out and get to know you” … “I don’t know if you know this but I’m not your property” I say raising my voice a few octaves… “Y/N, that’s not what this Is about” he explains… “I’m sure it’s not, now if you’ll excuse me, my ten minutes is up” I say walking past him… before I can make it to the door he grabs my wrist in his palm and I turn to face him … “Please, can I see you again?” … “Minhyuk I have to get back to work” … “Please? Just one date? You’re off, tomorrow right? I’ll take you out” … I eye him wearily for a moment, my own uneasiness reflected in his eyes… “Fine, pick me up at 8 and no f-“…before I can say anything more Minhyuk’s mouth is on mine… the kiss is much gentler than the first but the hunger is still present… our tongues intertwine once more and my hands weave their way into his hair… The kiss grows more heated until we both begrudgingly pull away for air… “Dammit Minhyuk don’t do that when I have to leave” I pout placing a chaste kiss to his lips before slipping through the door…

I survey my reflection once more in the hallway mirror, my now clean hair cascades in a silk curtain down my back and my skin is glowing under the expertly applied makeup… I take a deep breath before making my way down the stairs… the thumping music grows closer as I continue to walk past the entrance to the night club and head for the back exit… I take in the sight before me … Lee Minhyuk is leaning against his luxury car … his hair is perfectly styled and he’s covered in designer wear from head to toe… I have to mentally remind myself to close my mouth so drool doesn’t smudge my lipstick… “Hey” I manage to squeak… “Hi yourself” he greets… his eyes travel down my frame taking in my physic and lingering on my exposed legs … “Shall we get going?” he asks… “Umm yeah” I bite my lip nervously… Minhyuk opens my door and I squirm under his gaze… the street lights reflecting in the shiny car surface as I settle into the comfortable passenger side…. Before I can close the door Minhyuk is at my side… his eager hands capturing my face and bringing my mouth to his… our lips mold together and that hunger from last night rearing it’s not so ugly head… the electric current between our bodies crackles the more our tongues continue to explore one another…slow sensual caress follow the kiss… our fervor making the idea of car sex even more alluring…. “The windows are fogging” Minhyuk observes once we’re forced to pull apart …. “I don’t mind” I quip before kissing him chastely once more…

The city roads are vacant…. The quite purr of the engine reverberates off the asphalt …I openly ogle Minhyuk … I take in his sharp profile… the street lights capturing glints in his auburn hair and his eyelashes flutter eloquently… his looks could put any high fashion model to shame, I think to myself… “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t even make it to dinner” Minhyuk mutters… his brisk tone sounding every bit as enticing as his appearance… “Oh? And what would we be doing instead Min-hy-uk?” I ask annunciating every syllable of his name… He turns to me so fast I’m surprised his neck didn’t snap… The car comes to a complete stop … my palms begin to sweat and I regret my big talk almost instantaneously…. “We’re about to find out, now aren’t we?” he asks before exiting the vehicle and walking around to my door…the seconds feel like hours… my stomach dropping when he finally opens my door… the cool city breeze nipping at my exposed flesh as I gratefully take his hand and step out of the vehicle… Minhyuk pulls me flush against his frame… the cool buttons of his jacket digging into my skin through my thin dress… “Cat got your tongue? “ Minhyuk asks smugly… our faces only centimeters apart…

“I can’t hold back anymore” Minhyk whispers… his eyes focused on my lips …. “Then don’t” I reply closing the short distance and connecting my lips to his… my senses are flooded with Minhyuk… everything from the scent of his cologne to the heat radiating off his body… our bodies cling to one another… our tongues interning and my body reacting and loving the way his own presses into every nook and cranny… “We should go inside” Minhyuk says once we’ve pulled apart… “Lead the way” I reply… Minhyuk’s eyes light up and he gives me a knowing look which I return with a smug smile… his lips are on mine as soon as the oak door is slammed closed…his hands hiking up my dress and bunching it around my torso… my fingers weaving their way into his hair and toying with the lose tendrils… Minhuky’s prominent bulge presses against my clothed core and I grind myself against him once more the wool and polyester doing little to provide friction…

Minhyuk smirks against my lips and continues to pull my dress up until it’s over my head and discarded on the marble floor… he walks us backwards from the foyer towards what I presume is his bedroom… our now discarded clothes and shoes being the only thing out of place In the immaculate apartment… feeling bold and aroused I turn us around and press him against the hallway wall … Minhyuk gasps in surprise and I take that opportunity to claim his mouth as mine… his hands are at my hips pulling me somehow closer to him… the feel of his bare skin against my own feeding my ego… I kiss along his jaw line and down his toned abdomen… feeling the hot hard muscles beneath my tongue … I tease the waistband of his boxers… nipping on his hip bones before pulling his boxers down… his member springs free the length hitting his stomach an appetizing cherry read … Minhuyk looks down on me… his eyes full of carnal promise and mischief… I kiss the tip and look at him through my lashes before hollowing my cheeks and taking him into my mouth… Minhyuk lets out a quite grunt… his adams apple bobbing and his eyelashes fluttering shut with every suck… I take him in at the back of my throat… his hands settle in my hair and slowly guide me at a rhythmic pace…

“Fuckkkk” Minhyuk hisses between his teeth…his hips moving at their own accord as I sheath my teeth against the hardened flesh… “Y/N, I’m baby I’m going to cum… “If you don’t want me to cum in your mouth-“ …before he can finish his sentence I release his length with a pop and ravish his now swollen lips… “I would rather you cum inside me” I reply looking at him through my lashes… “Are you on the pill?” he asks… his features darkening when I nod in confirmation… the expression on his face causing a shiver to run down my spine and resonate in my already sopping wet core… “I don’t like that baby girl, you’re mine” he says huskily… something in me stirs and a thrill arises in my body at the weight of his words… “Then show me” I challenge …. with that Minhyuk crashes his lips to mine and picks me up I wrap my legs around him instinctively …. Minhyuk trails kisses along my jaw line… his erection grinding against my core …he throws me onto the large mattress… “I’ve wanted to do this for so long” he mutters… “Really” I reply breathless… “From the first time I saw you, I went home and touched myself thinking about you”…”Oh “ I reply coquettishly… my hands going to my breasts and removing my bra… “What did you want to do to me?” I ask tweaking my nipples and moaning… “I want to make you want me as much as I want you” he replies… the air leaves my lungs at his words… I bite my lip… Minhyuk places a chaste kiss to my lips…his tongue begging for entrance… his mouth making it’s way from my jawline to my chest… he takes one nipple between his teeth … the purk bud standing to attention at his expert touch…

“I’ve never met a girl like you” he quips… “hmm?” I ask basking in the feel of his mouth on mine…the wet spot in my underwear pooling by the second… “Girls like you are hard to find” ….Minhyuk says before busying himself with scattering kisses along my navel….. his teeth toying with the waistband of my underwear”… his nose nestled between my folds… “You smell so fucking good” he says… I squirm under his touch and bring my pelvis up to meet his tongue … the wet muscle licks a kitten stripe along my folds and I have to bite my lip in order to keep my mewls at bay… “M_N_H_Y_K” I slur… his tongue slipping into my tightness… “I want you" I get out between pants … “Please” I whine tugging on his soft locks… taking pitty on me…Minhyuk aligns himself with my entrance and thrusts into me slamming his cock and filling me to the hilt… we both let out a guttural moan in unison… Minhyuk wastes no time and begins to rock his hips inside of me…. the motions starting languid and deep and gaining momentum with every sigh and grunt… I find purchase on his shoulders… Minhyuk continues to drill into me… the air leaving my lungs with every fluid movement… “You- are-so-sweet” Minhyuk coos against my lips in between his deep thrusts…

his hips bucking into me at a relentless pace as I continue to mewl and call out his name… “Fuck” I grunt pulling him closer… the light sheen of sweet mixing with our mingled breaths and my slick walls taking him in… “You feel so fucking good when you take my dick baby”… Minhyuk grunts into my ear… his length filling me to the hilt and while is slender digits expertly massage my clit… drawing patterns and silent vows onto the swollen flesh… he roughly thrusts inside me hitting that spot over and over again… time slows down as my walls clench around his length the hot white pleasure that courses through my veins making me moan and grunt in acceptance… my toes curling and my body feeling too hot for my own skin… the intensity driving me forward as I continue to float in the euphoric feeling… Minhyuk thrust once, twice, thrice before coming to stand still… his breaths shallow and his sweaty skin sticking to my own… Minhyuk kisses the top of my matted forhead before pulling out and rolling to my side… “Wow” he mouths still breathless…. “Thanks”I reply in mock sarcasm … Minhyuk looks over at me and kisses me chastely the kiss starts up sensual and sweet…his hands rubbing circles on my hips….

“Already?” I groan … I look up at Minhyuk to see a semi-embarrassed look on his face. It’s not even been twenty minutes, yet Minhyuk is already fully hard again. “I really don’t understand where this energy came from” I quip…“Please?” He begs crawling over top of my naked body and settling himself between my legs…. “You won’t have to do anything. I’ll do all the work,” he offers… “What would be the fun in that?” I ask connecting our lips once more….

GUYS I’M BACK AND BUTTER THAN EVER XD …. I’LL SHOW MYSELF OUT

BUT LIKE WHAT THE F ??… I’M GONNA NEED LEE MINHYUK TO RESPECT ME BC MY POOR SOUL IS DESCENDING INTO HELL.. PLEASE PLAY YOU AND I AT MY FUNERAL XD

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birlcholtz · 7 years

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Ch. 8: come home (to you, to us)

ao3 | ch. 1 | part of the zimbits airport au

About half an hour later, Bitty hears the garage door open and close, and then Coach and Suzanne’s muffled voices. Nobody comes upstairs to find him, so he disregards it and goes back to rambling in the old group chat that Shitty had insisted on keeping around— even once he, Lardo, Ransom, and Holster had graduated and Bitty was the only group chat member still at Samwell, Shitty claimed it was ‘his duty’ to give them updates on what was going on.

Bitty: i mean what am i even supposed to do now that i don’t have hockey as motivation to exercise

Bitty: running is gross

Bitty: punching bags are just.... ew, not good

Bitty: weights are meh

Bitty: i can’t just do squats???

Ransom: well jack’s solution to that problem was to join a pro hockey team

Bitty: i’m not getting paid to exercise

Holster: u should like

Holster: join an amateur league

Holster: or smth

Lardo: dude just accept that you can’t afford a car and public transportation is expensive and you’re gonna have to walk everywhere

Lardo: gettin those 10000 steps a day

Lardo: millennial exercise

Shitty: stop being depressing in the group chat LARDO

Shitty: (but she’s right)

Bitty: ew reality

Ransom: can u get a gym membership?

Bitty: not until i have money

Holster: burn calories by running away from your problems

Holster: zoom

Shitty: hOLSTER

Holster: shits ur literally still in school u don’t have to deal with this yet

Shitty: truE BUT STILL

Holster: u small bean

Shitty: ...bitch???

After that, the group chat moves at lightspeed, and Bitty’s content just to sit back and watch it happen. He counts no less than eight invocations of Holster’s age and size advantage and three of Shitty’s mustache. It’s only when there are soft footsteps in the hallway and a knock on Bitty’s door that he realizes how long he’s been sitting there watching his fellow alums (oh God) descend into a near brawl.

“Hey, Dicky,” his mother says when he gets up and opens the door. “Dinner’s ready, if you want it now. If not, we’ll save some for you and you can heat it up when you’re hungry. Your father told me you’re having a rough day.”

Bitty sighs. “It’s been a trying one,” he offers, and Suzanne nods in acknowledgement. He takes the now-empty plate of pralines, since there’s no point in leaving it in his room, and they walk downstairs in silence.

Dinner is interesting in that it’s so different from usual. Suzanne is willing to avoid making Bitty talk, but for once it’s Coach who carries the conversation. He carefully steers it away from Bitty at every opportunity, which is nice of him, but Bitty is completely verbal, he’s just... well, he’s tired. The tears left him feeling dried-up, almost, and Bitty doesn’t have enough energy to be emotional. He probably should’ve taken a nap before dinner, but it’s too late now. He can just go to bed early and hope that sleep serves as a reset of some sort— maybe he won’t wake up feeling so drained.

“Oh, and I’m hoping you can tell me what happened to all of those pralines that we made,” Suzanne says to Coach with a faint smile as she takes the third-to-last piece of garlic bread. “Funnily enough, a lot of them seemed to have vanished by the time I got home.”

“That was mostly me,” Bitty speaks up. His parents glance over at him in surprise, probably because he hasn’t been saying anything. “But Coach started it.”

When Suzanne looks over at Coach to confirm or deny that, he just shrugs.

“Well, alright then,” she says, and moves on while Bitty is still wondering if he should take the opportunity in front of him. She’s asking Coach about the plans for new locker rooms at the high school before he can say anything else.

Bitty finishes his food in silence, and then sits and stares at the table, not wanting to go to bed with the prospect of telling his mother still hanging over his head, but not wanting to say the words either. There’s no lead-in this time, no convenient discussion of roommates that he can use to bring it up. So how?

Coach must have assumed that Bitty’s not going to tell Suzanne tonight, because he’s still determinedly talking at length about how the team will have more locker space to store their gear. He’s only just started extolling the virtues of the new lighting when Bitty folds up his napkin and sets it neatly on the placemat. When he stands up, both of his parents look at him in surprise, and the force that he pushed his chair back with probably was surprising.

Bitty picks up his plate and cup to take to the dishwasher before saying, “Mom, I’m gay.”

The words come out calmer than he’d expected.

Suzanne blinks.

“I’m gay,” he repeats. “And I’m dating Jack Zimmermann.”

Then he puts his cup and plate in the sink and goes up to his room and shuts the door and sits on his bed and squeezes Señor Bun’s paw with one hand while he unlocks his phone with the other and composes three texts and sends them off.

The first one is to last year’s starting line. Chowder, Nursey, Dex, Whiskey, and Tango. Bitty reserves more personal things for this group chat instead of the team-wide one— not just because he was the captain, but also because there are only so many people he actually wants to vent about his life to. Hey y’all, just came out to my mom, send good vibes my way pls.

The second is to the same alumni groupchat that only just finished calming the fuck down. sooo now my mom knows im gay and that i have a boyfriend, am currently waiting in my room hoping that when i come back down things will be ok. left b4 she cld react.

The third is to Jack. told my mom, went to my room without waiting to see how she reacted. gonna go back down and see what the fallout is in like half an hour. i have a bag packed just in case, i’ll let you know if i’m coming over.

Jack responds immediately, as do other people who’d gotten one of his first two texts, but Bitty answers Jack’s first.

Jack: I have a rental car if you need a ride. Just let me know.

Bitty: i don’t think i will, but i’ll call and give u an update once i know more

Bitty: rn i’m just killing time

Jack: I’ll call you in an hour to check in if I don’t hear from you before then.

Bitty: talk to u in a lil bit

The two group chats that he’s texted have blown up over the course of his short conversation with Jack, mostly expressions of hope from the frogs and tadpoles and calm texts from the other alums meant to reassure. Bitty sends the frogs and tadpoles a quick thank you before turning to the other group chat.

Bitty: i have a contingency plan if things go horribly bad

Bitty: but my dad is ok w it

Bitty: so im giving him and my mom time to talk before i go back down there

Lardo: i think that’s a good idea

Holster: Pls. keep us updated about what’s happening.

Holster: Ransom is in the shower but he says if you need help w. anything hit us up.

Holster: (I concur)

Lardo: same, i already said u can crash on our couch, it’s ok if u want to stay here for a while

Lardo: but if ur dad is fine w it then i’m sure ur mom will be too

Shitty: ^^^^^

Shitty: dw

Shitty: #smhgotyourback

Holster: shitty i have been a college graduate for over a year and i’m crying over a gd hashtag.

Holster: why

Shitty: u know it’s true brah

Bitty’s stomach hurts when he walks downstairs, nauseous anticipation. He feels tense. His shoulders are hunched practically up to his ears.

He drops his bag in the front hallway before turning and walking into the kitchen. Suzanne and Coach are there, still sitting at the table. There are three glasses of sweet tea. Without that clue, Bitty wouldn’t have thought that they’d gotten up at all.

“Please sit down, Dicky,” Suzanne says when she sees him standing in the doorway.

Bitty sits, and for a little while, that’s what they do. Sit in silence. Until she sighs and says, “I will admit that whenever I pictured my future family, I always thought that my child would be straight.” She looks tired. “Although I can’t say I’m exactly surprised, either.”

Coach takes a sip of his tea.

“I’m not going to pretend to understand, because I don’t,” Suzanne says. “But I love you. You’re still my son, Eric Richard Bittle Junior. You still bake and you still skate and you’re still going to Boston to find a job in a week. None of that has changed.”

“No, it hasn’t,” Bitty agrees quietly.

“And I don’t want you going halfway across the country thinking I don’t love you, or you’re disowned, because neither of those things are true. I won’t lie to you and say it’s a great idea to tell the rest of the family— I’m sure you’ve already thought about that— but when it comes down to it, family you see twice a year aren’t as important as family you’re with every day, and I’m sure you know that too.” She drinks some of her tea. “I just hope that home doesn’t become such a painful place for you that you can never come back. Even if it’s just for a visit.”

“I haven’t left yet, Mama.”

Suzanne sniffs. Coach silently gets up and brings back a box of tissues, setting it on the table equidistant from his wife and his son. “That is true, isn’t it. I’m not letting you leave without trying that pot roast.”

Bitty smiles a little. “I don’t think that’ll be a problem.”

Bitty: it went ok

Chowder: that’s great!!!! congratulations!!!!!!!

Nursey: good to know

Tango: are u still coming up to mass. for the summer or are u staying there??

Bitty: still coming to boston!

Dex: see you soon then!

Whiskey: :) :) :)

Bitty: she’s not thrilled but she’s ok w it

Lardo: fuckin called it

Holster: excuse u u did not call anything

Lardo: umm yes i did???

Ransom: that’s good to hear bitty, we’re v happy for u except holster is busy being irritated at lardo? apparently?

Shitty: congrats brah, that’s a big thing you just did

Shitty: totally celebrating when u get here

Bitty: so overall everything went fine, my mom is not exactly ecstatic but she’s happy i told her

Bitty: oh and my parents want to meet u since i mentioned u were staying in madison for a little while?

Bitty: ur officially invited to the bittle residence on tuesday for pot roast

Jack: I’ll be there. How do you feel?

Bitty: lighter i guess?

Bitty: it hasn’t sunk in that i’m rlly out to both of my parents and it went ok

Jack: It’ll sink in eventually.

Bitty: yup

Jack: And you also never have to come out to your parents again.

Bitty: that’s a definite plus

Jack: Go to sleep early okay? You sound exhausted.

Bitty: i am

Bitty: yeah i’m gonna do that now. gn, ttyl, love you <3

Jack: I love you too. <3 <3 <3 <3

Jack: Talk to you tomorrow.

Bitty: :)

Jack: :-)

#my stuff #omgcp #airport au

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ladyloveandjustice · 7 years

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JFA THE FINAL CASE THE FINALE

Mia basically tells Phoenix he is powered by friendship and its his strongest weapon. SHE AGREES WITH ME HE IS A MAGICAL GIRL.

Will Powers on the stand convinced Phoenix is going to accuse him of murder because THAT’S WHAT YOU DO TO WITNESSES I’VE SEEN IT. Miles says: “I will personally talk to the defense later” He did this in DD too didn’t he. The whole “Don’t worry I will scold my troublesome husband” bit. This is where it started. Amazing.

Never forget that Phoenix just threw a cell phone. Across the courtroom. At Edgeworth’s head. Yelling “EDGEWORTH CATCH.” This happened in a court of law.

Gumshoe: I’M COMING PAL AS FAST AS I CAN

Miles: Wait, get here in one piece-

GUMSHOE: NOPE I’M RUNNING ALL THE RED LIGHTS *immediately crashes*

Miles: THE FUCK DID I JUST SAY.

Fortunately Franziska is a weirdo who puts tracking devices on her subordinates so we get can get her to come to the rescue.

Back to the trial and hey we COULD get a not guilty if we wanted but Phoenix CAN’T BETRAY EDGEWORTH’S TRUST… then he’s like “His…trust? I never thought about it till now. I…I….I trust him?”

My friend was actually playing this part when I lent her the game and we voiced characters and when I did Mia’s “Yes. You do.” Response here I made sure to do it in a COMPLETELY DONE voice because she looks so done. This was Phoenix’s internal monologue too so she just must have been able to read it on his face or something “YES PHOENIX YOU ARE STILL INTO HIM THAT HAS BEEN OBVIOUS TO EVERYONE FOREVER. My sister has been kidnapped can you DO YOUR GAY AGONIZING LATER???” It’s so hard to be Mia.

Miles: THE TRUTH IS THE BEST I LOVE THE TRUTH I WANT TO MAKE OUT WITH THE TRUTH TRUUUUUTH I WILL NEVER BETRAY YOU I WILLL DO MY JOB AS A PROSECUTOR THE END-

Phoenix: Edgeworth this guy will kill Maya

Miles: shit. well okay fuck the truth. the prosecution rests.

Phoenix: WAIT SUDDENLY THE TRUTH IS VERY IMPORTANT TO ME,

Miles: FUCKING-

Franziska crashes in to saaaaave the day. Despite having been shot yesterday.

When she whips the judge Miles is all “lol she always has u in her sights” and then later happily informs us she’s probably beating the shit out of Matt Engarde (GOOD) he’s so weirdly proud of her violence.

De Killer does his little “I’ll return your item” thing to Phoenix and Maya SCREAMS AT THE TERRIFYING ASSASSIN “wtf I AM NOT AN ITEM” you tell him girl.

WOW I totally forgot that this is where Miles started his ~that man~ thing.

But... A man appeared and stood fast against that selfish me. I fought him in my usual manner, and tasted my first defeat. (…)_ No matter how desperate the situation... instead of giving up like most people, that man would hold strong with his undying faith. And then, before I knew it... I began to trust in that man as well.

HE’S LITERALLY DOING THIS RIGHT IN FRONT OF PHOENIX. I’m just imagining Phoenix being like “Uh, Edgeworth who is this guy???? Are...are you talking about me???”

“YES I’M TALKING ABOUT YOU WRIGHT OBVIOUSLY. I’M TRYING TO BE POETIC”

“how is not saying my name poetic”

“IT JUST IS”

Maya’s baaaaaack. And informs us if she had died she would just haunt Phoenix forever through Pearl I love her so much

Edgeworth: Maya...

Maya: Oh, Mr. Edgeworth.

Edgeworth: Um... I'm relieved you're alright.

Maya: Hey... It looks like you've made some real progress, Mr. Edgeworth!

Edgeworth: Umm... Well, I suppose I'm a little different from who I was a year ago.

Maya: Heh...

Seriously their friendship is so cute and underrated. She like “U APPEAR TO BE TAKING MY ADVICE ABOUT THOSE BABY STEPS GOOD JOB I’M SO PROUD”.

Maya’s first order of business is to eat all the food and it’s gonna be GOURMET FOOD because THE KIDNAPPING INTERRUPTED HER FEASTING AND THIS WILL NOT STAND.

Phoenix calls Maya a glutton SHE WAS JUST STARVED FOR TWO DAYS PHOENIX THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS “TOO MUCH FOOD” here.

Maya’s like “wow I’ve escaped death three times now lol I’m invincible” THAT’S RIGHT BBY. DEATH IS NOTHING TO MAYA FEY

Phoenix doesn’t know how ~express his feelings~ to Edgeworth so he settles for giving him a whip.

And thus we initiate AWKWARD SIBLING CONVERSATION. God Franziska is such a good character. She is such a ball of conflicted feelings and…agh. Like there’s so much in this conversation like her feelings of abandonment and she just wants to be acknowledged so badly by people and even Miles just sort of ignored her and didn’t treat her like a rival or equal because he was wrapped up in his own shit.

It’s pretty clear from how she talks she both just really wants the attention of her remaining family but also resents him so much after being pitted against him for years thanks to her father…She had to work so hard and also pretend it was all easy for her and she was confident and just felt inadequate the whole time…and her emphasis on “that “girl” you left behind….” Indicates she felt there was gender component to how her father neglected her and why people weren’t noticing her…

THERE’S TOO MUCH TO SAY ABOUT HER I CAN’T DO IT RIGHT NOW. I GUESS I’LL JUST SUMMARIZE THEIR CONVERSATION.

Franziska: BEING RAISED BY AN ASSHOLE DAD AND BEING CRUSHED BY ALL THE EXPECTATIONS HAS FUCKED ME UP MILES. HE MAY BE A GENIUS BUT I’M NOT BUT STILL I HAD TO BE (ok but. U did become a prosecutor at 13 Fran. Most people would consider that enough to qualify as a genius.)

Miles: Franziska I too am fucked up. But look here’s your whip back just be a prosecutor and think about the TRU-

Franziska: OH MY GOD SHUT UP I HATE YOU.

Miles: k

Franziska: YOU JUST LEFT ME BEHIND MILES EDGEWORTH. LEFT ME BEHIND WITH MY SHITTY FAMILY AND HAVING TO MEASURE UP TO MY DAD’S WEIRD OBSESSION WITH YOU AND YOU DIDN’T THINK ABOUT ME AT ALL. NO WHAT DO YOU DO, JUST FUCK OFF TO GO FLIRT WITH SOME DEFENSE ATTORNEY JESUS CHRIST. I WANTED TO KICK YOUR BOYFRIEND’S ASS AND THUS FINALLY TRIUMPH OVER YOU and have revenge BUT NOOOOO

Miles: Huh you’ve given like ten different motivations for your revenge you are an extremely complex person I guess

Franziska: I CAN’T THROW AWAY WHO I AM

Miles: Okay but have you considered dating Adrian Andrews.

Franziska: what

Miles: her girlfriend’s dead and I think you guys would get along

Franziska: what does this have to do with anything

Miles: Well I’m pretty sure Wright’s forgiven me and I want you to be happy too…

Franziska: WE ARE NOT HAVING THIS CONVERSATION

Miles: Okay well. I’m not going to stop being a prosecutor ever again except well actually I WILL quit for a while in my spinoff game for a while and it will really piss you off

Franziska: what

Miles: anyway if we’re not prosecutors we’ll probably never interact because we’re both shit at communicating. So if you stop THIS IS WHERE WE PART WAYS

Franziska: *cries* NO IT ISN’T BECAUSE I’M NOT GONNA BE IN YOUR SHADOW FOREVER YOU JERK SOMEDAY I’M GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS SO HARD THE ROAD TO KICKING YOUR ASS BEGINS NOW

Miles: Yaaaaay that makes me happy.

AND SO WE END OUR GAME. I am very fond.

I’ve covered all the anime was s’posed to cover, so I guess I’ll binge the rest of the anime real fast like, just to sate my curiosity.

I can’t really go directly to the third game bc my friend’s borrowing it rn so that will have to do.

#the great ace attorney replay

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v: merry christmas LOL, personal ramblings, nanette, barakamon

honestly this is just beyond embarrassing at this point but here we go

dear ying,

what do you say to someone whose brother is dying? what do you say when that person is your mother?

in my case, the short answer is… you say nothing.

that sounds so shitty right? and really i’m not sure if i’m trying to justify it to myself by writing it out in this here post but i guess we’ll see where it takes us -- and at some point i’ll write about nanette, which will be the biggest cop-out book club blog post because the only thing i read for that was the subtitles. might also do a bonus cop-out and write about barakamon vol 15 because apparently the only thing i can bring myself to read is manga and even then that was a struggle. i will add a mark when i change topics LOL this will be long :/

so i wrote the first few lines of this post well over two months ago and i’ve been coming back to try and add to it multiple times since then, but each time i just don’t know what to say. i had updates i could use as milestones - my uncle had surgery but they said they couldn’t guarantee they got rid of all the cancer; the cancer metastasizing, leading also to an interesting intergenerational debate in the family about trying chinese medicine (my parents’ generation was all for it, esp since the american doctors basically said there’s nothing else that can be done, but my uncle’s sons - who are in their mid/late 30s and have been in america since high school - sided with the american doctors and were against trying the herbal pills). early last month my two aunts flew in from the east coast and that really shifted something in my understanding of the situation - things felt more real all of a sudden, like they came to say goodbye. things looked real bad on thanksgiving - we spent half the day outside of the ICU after an urgent call from the doctors.

now it’s christmas eve and we visited him yesterday - the cancer is everywhere, the doctors have given up on treatment, and now it’s kinda just maintaining comfort until the end. given all of that, he’s doing okay. but what i’ve been wanting to process and write about is my mom’s role in all of this and also the capacities of grief and empathy.

i think my mom is an amazing person - she took the news hard and i wasn’t there for it. since then she’s become one of the pillars of support for my uncle’s family and taking on the communication “””burden””” of relaying information to the rest of the family. she’s done so much and appears so strong yet sometimes i just want her to cry, dammit. keeping it together and putting on a brave face is fucking difficult difficult lemony difficult and i’d love for her to not have to bottle it up.

the night of burlesque my sister told me how much our mom cried, and when i asked if i should come home she said no - that mom would feel guilty that i’m away from school and not able to focus on my work. and this goes back to what i said earlier - the way i said nothing. and i’ve shown love and support in other ways: massages, more hugs and affection and asking how uncle’s doing, helping her cook the meals she brings to him, being her brain when things are hectic (making sure we bring things like water and snacks and chargers as we hurriedly pack for the hospital on thanksgiving), but i haven’t been brave enough to simply ask ‘are you okay? how are you feeling today? what else can i do for you?’

and as a psychology major and someone who wants to go into minority mental health, isn’t this what i should be doing? how can i think of being a clinician if i can’t practice what i preach?

but another thing that has been on my mind since thanksgiving is grief and empathy. who is allowed to grieve, at what times, and at what point do others stop empathizing with that sadness and instead become annoyed?

when we were driving to the hospital on thanksgiving, my mom was on the phone with my aunt (the uncle’s wife) who was in tears. she continued to cry as we arrived and would continue to sob heavily for the next hour, then on and off for another couple hours. and that’s understandable, right? your husband seems to be on his deathbed. however, her sobs were quite loud and she hovered and it quickly got crowded in the hospital room with all of the hospital staff, her son and his wife, and more and more relatives coming. the nurses let some of us go to an office and my aunt was led there to be comforted by the nurses, my mom, her daughter in law, and my sister and i.

as the cries continued, some of the things my mom and other aunts said were - don’t cry don’t cry, it makes it harder on him if he hears you crying, it’ll disturb him, etc. though one of my other aunts made the remark (outside of my crying aunt’s earshot) that her sobbing was disruptive and perhaps over the top. and i won’t lie, it really was loud and echoed throughout the hospital halls, so i will shittily admit that i was also kind of self-conscious of the volume. as the hour went on, i felt the agitation of the other family members rise, and it was fueled when my aunt started saying other things (how my uncle has always been so strong and a good person, why did he deserve this, how she’s a worse person why can’t she die instead, how she wishes she would die right now). and that, as you may know, is a huge superstitious no-no.

it’s not the first time she’s expressed suicidal ideations (another huge huge concern) either, and she has apparently also mentioned this in the presence of my uncle. something along the lines of her burden and also how he has been verbally abusive towards her for years. and that’s certainly a beast of an issue already, but for my mom and the relatives, these instances were about not letting my uncle hear because then he will feel like he’s being a burden, etc.

and it’s tough i guess, trying to navigate a space of empathy for someone in rightful distress, of trying to soothe the ill and keep them as at ease as possible, of prioritizing the very limited emotional bandwidth of everyone present. it’s definitely complex and layered and probably no easy or right answer, but it’s been weighing pretty heavily on my mind since then.

ANYWAY i wrote this out not expecting you to have read it all (but thank you regardless of if you did or didn’t) and certainly not expecting you to respond. it was nice to flesh out some of the stuff that’s been happening and to start shaping words out of whatever has been clustering in my mind these past several months. i think i’ve only really told a couple people about my uncle so writing has been helpful. thanks ying for this platform, even if i’m not exactly using it as intended

actually this reminds me - my uncle’s son is named ying. i mean i knew this as soon as i met you, but writing it out in this context feels strange and almost eerie

OKAY MOVING ON TO AN ATTEMPT AT A REVIEW

alright so you suggested i write a review of nanette because i am apparently not capable of reading a book - but really really hoping i can get to it soon. i loved nanette - at the beginning i was kind of like ah okay she’s funny, though i wouldn’t have said she stood out that much, aside from her jokes being more about being gay. but as she went on and got into depth about the process of writing jokes - how to control the room, what is required, what needs to be left out - as well as her own thoughts on staying in the business, i started to see why you and rachel thought it was so good.

hannah talked about how she has been concerned about whether her audience has been laughing with her jokes (and by extension experiences of the lgbt+ community) or at them. and that was a concern i remember dave chapelle saying he struggled with and that was why he left the business for so long. i’m hopeful though because the crowd seemed really supportive of her branching outside of solely comedy within the show - and i think it was beautifully illustrated at the end when (spoiler!!) the overprotective boyfriend of the girl she flirted with realized that hannah was indeed a woman and really did beat her up. her explanation of why the rules of standup require she leave that part out, why she is tired of telling incomplete stories, and why she wants things to change was really amazing and thought provoking. def looking forward to more from her soon!

as for barakamon vol 15 LOL i actually haven’t finished that yet but i did read something so! lmao yo the man is 23 and UMM the anime came out in 2014 aka i was like 19 years old it was freshman year at nu. and now here i am, ALSO 23. back then that felt like ages away like haha handa yeah get ur shit together you’re kinda young sure but ur 23 that’s an adult adult. and now here we are lmao i feel u handa take all the time u need go ahead and raise ur lil island children

and that concludes my three-month overdue post. i really did nothing i was supposed to and i’m so sorry i haven’t been respectful of your time and what we had set to be a fun joint goal. i love you so much thank you for your infinite kindness and patience. merry christmas and i can’t wait to see you this week!! <3 love u babehh

love,

victoria

#victoria #I AM SO SORRY #I AM HUMAN TRASH #i love u

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