#watch me binge read her other series just because of reasons

[lesbolieeh]

She left behind a poem

Yuna (ITZY) ✦ Fem!Reader

WC—3.8 ✦ k

THEMES—sfw ✦ light angst ✦ future fluff (?) ✦ best friend au ✦ crush au

WARNING—anxiety ✦ heartbreak ✦ crying yuna :(

NOW PLAYING—Jenny (I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship) ✦ Studio Killers

[A/N.] 언니 (eonni) = older sister

Original ver. “The Notebook” (Somi x reader)

M.LISTS—itzy ✦ latest updates ✦ read on wp

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Today was one of those bad fucking days. One of those days when you can't find any positivity in anything. One of those days when you don't feel like talking to the people you love the most. One of those days when you just want to give up.

The first thing you saw in the morning was a the notification of a text from your girlfriend. Looking at the white speech bubble is something you usually look forward to when you see Somi's name bright up your screen, knowing she always has something entertaining to tell.

But this particular morning she said something you wish were a joke.

SomSom babieboo💞

[ive been thinking lately and _____ i think we need a break]

😘🤌👅🍒🍑✂️🌈☀️

[You're not going to tell me why?]

Seen 10:17

You asked her the first thing that came to your mind. She couldn't possibly just expect you to be OK with having a break without a reason, right?

After an hour you accepted the fact that she had left you on read and that she wasn't going to reply anytime soon.

Maybe it was because she called you _____.

She never called you by your name. Only your friends called you that. She was supposed to call you weird or cheesy pet names and nothing else!

She left you with a headache. She left you with your bad thoughts and theories. Damn you, Somi.

It was very human-like of you to be in a bad mood. Only a robot would feel nothing in this situation. The day wouldn't get any worse. You were going to make sure of it! Your mood may have been bad, but you weren't going to let anyone else get affected by it. Lashing out on innocent people because you don't feel good on the inside is something you hated doing.

Today you were going to hang out with your best friend, Yuna, have a picnic on a park next to the Han river. Yuna had packed a cute pink basket (that she had specifically bought for you two to use for picnics together since they happened at least thrice a month) which was filled with tuna and kimchi kimbap, green grapes, two clementines and some churro flavored chips and you had packed a large outdoor blanket so Yuna wouldn't have too much to carry. For almost a week you two hadn't met up and you both missed each other and wanted to make up for the days you had spent apart so of course you went for the nice, typical no-homo picnic hang out session.

But no.

You weren't going to meet Yuna and ruin her parade with the rain cloud that was following you around wherever you went since you opened your eyes this dark morning. No, you weren't going to let the first time you two meet in such a long time be ruined by the sad news you got this ugly morning.

언니 🥰

[I can't hang out today, sorry]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[why not?☹️]

언니 🥰

[I'm not feeling too well]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[it's ok i'll get some soup for u😊]

언니 🥰

[No, you don't need to, I don't want you to get sick!]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[but ive missed u sm☹️]

언니 🥰

[We'll meet another day I promise to make up for this!]

And so you put the phone gently on the table to lay on the sofa and binge watch some random show. You made sure to turn your phone off first since you knew you'd cut Somi some slack in case you read any persuasive text from her — she's good with words and making you feel loved. Whilst you were looking through all the lists Netflix had created for you, which were filled with movies and series you either had already seen or weren't interested in, Yuna was still expectantly waiting for her screen to go bright.

She must be joking, she thought.

Unlike you, Yuna's morning had started out brilliant. From the moment she opened her eyes, she was smiling and full of energy, excited to hang out with you after not seeing you for five whole days. She had missed you. Spending time with you was one of her favorite hobbies! Since you two had picnics regularly you two had decided that you would take turns in deciding and packing the picnic basket and this time it was Yuna's turn! She had been so excited all week, planning out a shopping list days before. She had specifically purchased grapes this time because she had this fantasy of putting one in your mouth (which sounded weird, but it would feel intimate to feed you fruit) and also playing around and throwing grapes up in the air and catching them in the mouth.

Needless to say, she liked you a little more than a best friend should and that was a bit of a problem. Her friends kept telling her that it was stupid to spend so much time with you and that Yuna should either try to ignore her emotions or she should distance herself from you until she loses feelings, because it was unfair to hurt herself by giving herself false hopes of getting somewhere with a taken girl.

And Yuna knew it. For so long, she'd known that it was a bad idea to like you. You didn't like her in the same way, and you even had a girlfriend for fuck's sake — and a really pretty one at that! But no matter how many red flags there were, she still wanted to spend everyday with you. She didn't want a week to go by without being with you. She wanted to cuddle with you on a picnic blanket. She wanted to kiss you when you visited photo booths. She wanted to share shirts with you. She wanted to stay up late and talk until you two fell asleep in each others' arms. She wanted to be the only one you called Baby.

Wondering why you called Yuna 'Baby' when you already were in a relationship with Somi? Well, Baby had been Yuna's nickname before you even met Somi (yes, you'd known Yuna longer than you'd known Somi, yet you still found yourself in a relationship with the latter — or not anymore actually). And though your (then) girlfriend never liked it, you had convinced her it was just a friendly pet name. Because that's exactly what it was.

To you.

To Yuna it was the closest she'd ever feel to being your girlfriend. But you started using that pet name less and ever since Somi came around and ruined everything more than it already was ruined. Yuna even had to change her contact name on your phone to include the word 'baby' so you wouldn't forget to call her that.

She loathed Somi.

Somi was always the reason why you couldn't hang out with your bestfriend for too long, why you couldn't call her Baby on certain occasions and why you couldn't look at her as a potential girlfriend. Somi was an attention thief. Not really. But it felt like it. Yuna was jealous of everything Somi had with you.

Because your girlfriend obviously was a threat, Yuna felt like she needed even more of your validation than before (which was already a lot). She needed your attention. If you ignored her she'd think it was your way of telling her that you had left her completely for Somi. Ridiculous! She shouldn't feel like you owe attention to her.

Your friendly fucking friendship was the closest thing Yuna had to being together with you in the way she really wanted, so she valued it a lot. Not having you as her girlfriend was painful enough, but not having you as even her friend would break her.

Right now you weren't validating your time together, nor your friendship — or at least it felt like it to Yuna. She always needed. Your attention and unlike normally, she wasn't getting it right now. Her smile dropped and so did her excitement for the day.

Was this the end?

She knew that spending one week without each other would lead to more time for you to spend with your damn girlfriend but she didn't know it would lead to the end of your friendship.

No way she'd bail on the picnic plans.

Baby Yunanana🍓

[can i pls come over? i bought fruits for u<33 i'm sure fruits is exactly what u need right now!!]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[idc if i get sick or not bc i still wanna hang out w u]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[pls 언니]

Sent 11:33

You had ignored her only once before and it was a horrible experience.

The way you ignored her (on accident) was so hurtful that she had to leave the gathering that she had looked forward to for so long, confusing the other guests, to go and lock herself in a bathroom so she could cry without bothering anyone. You'd gone right after her since you knew it wasn't very Yuna-like to leave a fun time for no reason. After you had knocked on the door and reassured her you were her best friend and not a random person coming to make fun of her, she let you in the bathroom.

The sight you were met by was her crumbling figure on the floor and overflowing tears on her cheeks. She had thought that you wanted nothing to do with her. Stupid you didn't see the obvious signs. It was because of the fact that you hadn't paid any attention to her that Yuna had gotten the idea that you had grown bored of her or that you wanted to leave her for Somi (she hadn't told you the latter part, of course). And weeks later you did get together with Somi. And that made her cry herself to sleep for days which you never knew.

How much your lack of attention and affection for Yuna had affected her was scary. And a fucking sign, you idiot. Nobody gets so worked up over the loss of affection of someone they view as a friend. Ever since that incident you'd made sure to always remind her of how much you value your friendship.

Except for today.

She thought she had made it clear enough to you that you never ever should ignore her unless you really meant It. Unless you really wanted to part ways. To go from the bestest friends to cold acquaintances. Some people might think it's crazy to be this attached to a best friend but you weren't just her best friend. You were her love and happiness. Without you she didn't have either.

Five minutes passed since she triple texted you and she still had no reply. Slowly she felt how her tummy was turning into knots and how her eyes started stinging.

Baby Yunanana🍓

[ur making me worried]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[hey!! text me so ik u didn't die from choking on strawberry milk 언니😰]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[r u ignoring me?🫠]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[unless u have corona, meet me by the river at 6 if u care abt me. i need to talk to u abt smth important]

Sent 12:04

If you didn't show up she knew for sure that you had left her behind forever. If you did show up then she'd confess to you. So spontaneous. She couldn't keep her feelings away from you for another year because it wasn't healthy and she knew it. She knew she would have to tell you about her feelings sooner or later. And after being without you for a whole ass week and after experiencing the cruel punishment that is being ignored and even thinking you broke your dear friendship off, she knew the time had come for her to finally woman up and confess.

Whilst she was anxiously thinking through why she made such a bold move and possibly ruined any future she had with you, the girl she loved was being lazy and stuffing her face in pillows in front of a TV.

one season of Young Royals later...

Tossed between blankets and an overflow of pillows, your tummy roared like a lion. You hadn't eaten anything yet. Maybe it was time to do something other than numbing your feelings with Netflix and the drinks you had at home? As you stood up you felt heavy. You had moved maximum 100 meters in the past few hours — to go to the bathroom then kitchen and back to the living room — and it had taken a toll on your body physically.

Fuck.

You sat back down on your sofa and brought your phone to view after hours without it.

[6 new messages from Baby Yunanana🍓]

Fuck. The last message was sent so long ago. You looked at your windows. It was dark outside. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. As fast as you physically could, you put on a pair of shoes and a jacket with your aching limbs.

In just a few minutes you were on your way to the closest bus station. The whole bus ride to the river was filled with thoughts putting you down. Your favorite person in the world was sensitive about this stuff and you hurt her. You were supposed to not let your bad mood affect anybody around you. But who were you kidding? Of course something had to go wrong with an idea you constructed and analyzed for four microseconds.

Before you knew it you had arrived at the destination. You were speed walking to the river. You two always went to the exact same spot by the river since it was usually vacant, by some miracle, and had a pretty view of a bridge.

You were naive enough to think that isolating yourself from your bestfriend and your phone would help solve your problems, so you were certainly naive enough to go and check if Yuna was still at your meeting place hours after you were supposed to meet her. What if she wasn't there? What if she was there?

The water was shimmering from the moonlight and next to it was a bench and a thin, tall silhouette. Your eyes widened. Could it be...? Sniffles. That's the sound that came from their direction. You walked closer and could make out the lines of a figure that was all too familiar.

"Baby?"

The silhouette turned around and though it was dark you could see that it in fact was her. You quickly sat down beside her and noticed that a couple of notebooks were scattered on the ground next to a bike. You didn't know what to do, never having seen glad Yuna cry. After another particularly loud sniffle you turned your attention back to her. The light of the moon exposed the redness and tears on her face. For hours she'd been outside and her face was still wet with tears.

"Why are you still out at this hour?"

She choked on her tears and rested her face in her hands, "Because I'm a fool."

"No, you're not a—"

"Why are you here?" she interrupted you.

Touché.

"You told me to meet you if I care about you."

"You come here hours later as if I don't mean anything to you," she hurried out before her voice could crack.

"I'm sorry about that. But if I didn't care about you I wouldn't show up at all," you spoke with a soft tone. The last thing you wanted was to be harsh, especially since you were the reason your best friend was upset.

"Why did you do this to me, 언니?" she looked you in the eyes as if she'd find any answers inside them.

"I promise I didn't do it on purpose. I would never hurt you on purpose," you took her hands into yours, oblivious to how the simple gesture made Yuna a bit hopeful on the inside.

Her hands were so cold it was shocking that she was shaking because of her crying and not because of the ice-like coldness. That's what happens when you're out for hours when there's no sun — or person — to keep you warm.

"I saw the messages 20 minutes ago and got here immediately. I would never purposely ignore you, Baby."

You made sure to use her nickname in almost every sentence you spoke, silently telling her that you don't want to fight. Slowly you brought her hands to your lips and kissed them lightly, five kisses on each hand for every finger. She looked at your lovely action and felt how her tears were slowing down. The kisses didn't make her warm — maybe for a second — but at least they made her feel somewhat better inside.

"I'm so, so sorry you had to be here in the cold," you apologized and kept her hands in yours as an attempt to warm them.

One part of Yuna wanted to continue being mad and make you feel bad for the hurt you'd caused her but the bigger part wanted you to hold her in your arms. She loved you and couldn't stay mad at you for long even if she tried.

"I-It's OK, 언니. At least you're here now," she whispered and looked at your locked hands, admiring the sight since it may never happen again — or maybe she should make sure her hands are cold more often—

You sent her a sorrowful smile and let her head rest on your shoulder, resting your own against it as an instinct, both from being comfortable and tired.

"From now on I will check if I have any texts every hour for you," you said with an exaggerated joking voice to lighten the mood.

She giggled. You weren't even being that funny but you were both tired and sad, so anything even a tiny bit funny was hilarious to both of you.

"What did you want to tell me before, Baby?" you whispered into her fluffy hair and petted it.

Should she tell you how she feels? Should she possibly ruin this? If she told you how she truly felt, would you ever kiss her hands like you did just now? Would you ever touch her this caringly ever again? Would you continue to call her Baby? Or would all of that be gone due to your loyalty to your sweet precious girlfriend Somi?

For hours Yuna had been outside in the cold waiting for the love of her life so she could tell her the truth. But it took time before you, the love of her life, showed up. Too long.

When a person is alone outside with notebooks filled with blank pages to write feelings and stories in, it's easy to let emotions take over. She ended up writing around seven poems. Some poems were really cheesy and written in the spirit of the moment. Some didn't even rhyme. Some were a perfect description of where she was in her non-existing love life.

But they all had one thing in common.

They were melancholic and written from the point of view of a woman who was hopelessly in love with her best friend.

"Nothing. I just wanted to have a picnic with you, 언니. I was just being dramatic to convince you to come despite feeling under the weather," she lied right through her teeth.

That made no sense because you two had never been on a picnic after sunset and Yuna would never lie to make you come see her. But you were tired and desperate to leave the cold outside, so you chuckled lightly, believing her immediately.

"Then where are the snacks?" you asked, confused since the only things around you were notebooks, a bike and water.

"I ate them."

Laughter filled the air; your genuine one and her fake one.

You put your face in her cheek, making her blush (not that you'd notice, since her cheeks were already red from before), "Well, my tummy is a little too thin right now, so let's go somewhere."

"In the middle of the night?" she questioned.

"Yes," you smiled against her cheek and she felt it, making her smile too.

"OK."

You both were still smiling when you were picking up all the notebooks to get ready for the ride. Jokes were thrown here and there. It was as if nothing had happened. You both knew it was a misunderstanding and you valued the friendship with the other too much to put energy into arguing. And you were tired too, so the argument wouldn't even be that epic even if you tried.

"What about your bike?"

"Oh nooo! The buses are always so full now that it's too late to take the subway!" Yuna whined.

"You know what? Since I was a jerk you can go take a warm bus while I ride in the cold," you said impulsively.

"B-But, 언니—" she smiled, flattered.

"B-But nothing," you interrupted her and sat down on the bike. Anyone who had spoken to you knew you were stubborn. She laughed. The little sadness she had left was gone by now. Her cheeks were dry. Still red, but not from crying, now they were red from blushing.

"OK, whatever you say, 언니."

"You brought a transport card right?" you made sure since she came by bike.

"Yes I do~ See you in an hour, 언니," she winked at you and waved with a smile brighter than the moon before running to the bus that just arrived.

You waved back to her and got ready to bike — you definitely needed a head start. But before you started you couldn't help but see something white standing out in the darkness.

It was another one of Yuna's notebooks. You must've been too tired to notice it when you were picking them up. Thankfully the notebook was open or else you wouldn't have noticed it as it had a dark cover. You took it into your hands. To make sure it really was Yuna's you needed to read at least a snippet.

You prayed it was Yuna's because it would be worse if you read a stranger's private thoughts than your best friend's since you already knew all her secrets. The snippet was Yuna's. It was from one of the pages of poems that didn't rhyme, that was very cheesy but depicted how sappy she was feeling and also told her part of the story that you never knew.

i want to feel my best friend's lips on my lips

ugh how much of a cliche gay can i be haha

i don't want her to call me 'baby' only

i want her to call me 'mine'

i want to call her that too

You drop the book on the grass. So that's what she wanted to tell you.

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❝ Jenny, darling, you're my best friend

But there's a few things that you don't know of

Why I borrow your lipstick so often

I'm using your shirt as a pillow case

(...)

I've been doing bad things that you don't know about

Stealing your stuff now and then

Nothing you'd miss, but it means the world to me ❞

—chubby cherry; 2013

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[c0la-queen]

Hybrid Boys AU | Drabble

Warnings: No interactions in their human forms, though those forms are hinted at subtly a few times, perverted boys if you squint, I honestly had fun writing this, let me know if you want to see more of this AU

Words: 2.9k

Author's Note: Heavily inspired by the Call of Duty "Woof Woof" series by charliemwrites ! I love their writing and I highly recommend checking it out!

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Imagine being someone living a perfectly normal, content life. You have your own little house, a place just for you, that sits right on the edge of the woods. You have a comfortable job that pays well and isn't too mentally or physically demanding - hell, you could even say you even liked your job.

It was your day off, a day completely to yourself. All of your household chores were done, communication with your job was muted until tomorrow. You had the entire day to laze around. And that is exactly what you did. It was rainy and gloomy and sleepy, so there was no reason to leave your bed for a long time. Drifting in and out of sleep, watching Tik Toks, and reading on your phone. It wasn't until probably around noon that you finally dragged yourself out of bed to eat. Since you were planning on cooking something big for dinner, you had something simple and easy for lunch.

After that, you decided to treat yourself and do some self care. Everything shower, shaving your legs, skin care, and repainting your nails. You finished it all around 3 p.m. and, dressed in fresh lounge clothes, you made yourself a comfortable little spot on the couch to binge through one of your favorite shows until dinner time.

That's when Prince showed up.

Not the singer. He has nothing to do with this.

Prince was the name of the big, orange wolfdog that you found in your backyard that day. He had gotten your attention with his barking. None of your neighbors had any dogs that you knew of, so there was no reason there should have been any dogs in your yard. So, you went to investigate.

The dog looked pitiful, soaking wet and covered in mud. He had been barking at one of the puddles of mud that the rain had created in your grassy yard. It had made you laugh, because he almost seemed… offended? Like he was yelling angrily at the puddle.

He must have heard you laughing, because his focused turned to you. For a few minutes, you and the dog just stared at each other through the glass. Then, he 'boof'ed. He didn't really seem aggressive…

Naturally, you opened the door.

Maybe baby talking a random wolfdog - that likely came out of the nearby woods - wasn't the best idea. But hey, you weren't exactly known for making good ideas. Why would you need to think when there was a big, gorgeous dog just waiting to be pet?

Not that the dog seemed to mind. He accepted your pets happily, despite your caution approaching it. Your sister was a dog trainer and had taught you years ago how to properly introduce yourself to a wild dog. You went through every step, keeping your distance, angling yourself away from him, extending your hand without looking at him, staying completely still, etc. It wasn't necessary, though, because as soon as he got a sniff of your hand, he was all over you.

About 30 minutes later, you were standing in your kitchen looking at a freshly dried, freshly fed Prince laying on the cool tile. You had decided to name him that due to the majestic way he walked and because after you got the mud out of his fur, you had to practically drag him away from the mirror. You had never heard of a narcissistic dog, but boy, did this dog love looking at his reflection.

You called up your sister after that, chatting with her on speaker phone as you cooked pasta for dinner. Based on the picture you sent her and the verbal description of the way Prince was acting, she gave you tips and advice on how to properly care for your new dog. You felt yourself grimacing at the news that you would need to give him a mainly raw meat based diet. Raw meat, regular grooming, mental stimulation, plenty of exercise, and, of course, lots and lots of love. Once the phone call was over, you sighed and sat down on the couch with your bowl. Only to be met with Prince with his chin on the couch cushions, staring intently at your food.

Damn the dog distribution system.

--

It was two days later that Monster came into your life.

Prince had proved himself to be quite the cuddle-bug. Every second that you weren't at work, he was practically glued to your legs. Every night, you would step out of the shower to find him waiting outside the bathroom door. (The first night, he had tried to push his way past you to follow you into the bathroom, then whined like a baby when you closed the door in his face.) Every bedtime, he jumped up onto your mattress and made himself comfortable in the crook of your legs.

That's why you thought it was odd when you woke up without him.

It was the middle of the night, and your groggy brain struggled to catch up with the present. The bedside clock read 1:45 a.m., though the numbers were blurry. Why were you awake? Oh, yeah. There had been a dog barking. Prince? No, it sounded muffled, like it was outside.

Where was Prince?

You figured he must have gone off to investigate the barking. After a moment, you exhaled deeply, pressing the heels of your hands into your eyes.

It would probably be a good idea to bring him back to bed, so he doesn't try to pick a fight with whatever stray is in the yard.

As you climbed out of bed and stumbled towards the door (you didn't bother to put on any further clothes, since your neighbors weren't close enough to see you - leaving you in a crop top and underwear) you didn't think about how quiet the house was now. In your half asleep daze, you didn't register that the barking had stopped. Nor did you pick up what sounded like hushed murmurs coming from the kitchen - which ceased altogether when you yawned loudly.

No, when you stepped into your kitchen, the cold tile raising goosebumps along your arms, all you saw was Prince standing in front of the sliding glass door and a brand new dog standing on the other side. This one was smaller than Prince, but still big enough to be recognized as a wolfdog. It had light brown fur and impossibly dark eyes. Oddly, you got the feeling that it was glaring at you.

Upon your arrival, Prince sneezed softly - his version of a snobby huff. Only acknowledging him with a hand through his fur, you passed by him and crouched in front of the glass. The dog on the other side took a wary half step back. This one wasn't going to be as trusting as Prince was. No matter. You knew how to handle this.

With a hum, you stood and walked off to the other side of the kitchen. The two dogs watched you curiously as you dug through the fridge for a moment.

Prince barked in indignation when you walked back over with a container of deli ham. You giggled as you had to keep him pushed away while opening the door. The new dog moved back onto the grass as you stepped out, though he stayed at the edge of the porch. Eyeing you.

You set the food down on the concrete, as close to him as you could get, before moving away from it. You stood flush to the glass doors, ignoring how Prince was pawing and whining for your attention.

You watched as the brown dog's eyes slid from you to the food and back again, before very slowly inching closer. You made sure to stay still.

It sniffed around for a few seconds, then dug in.

After that, you had no trouble getting him to follow you into the house.

Seemed like the way into his heart was through food.

It wasn't too long after getting him properly wiped down that you wandered back to bed and fell back to sleep with the familiar weight of Prince beside you, now joined by another.

Later, you'd blame it on sleep, but his slightly intimidating appearance prompted you to settle on the name Monster.

--

Soldier made an appearance another two days later.

You had finally found the time to go to the store, after being swamped with work and having two big dogs to take care of. On the bright side, Prince and Monster got along great. Sometimes you thought they actually knew each other, with the way they acted. Whenever Prince was swarming you and pushing against your legs, Monster would bark and nip at him. Though, that would just turn into the two of them play fighting.

It was already dark by the time you stumbled through the door with too many bags hanging off your arms. You had to buy two collars, two sets of dog bowls, plenty of non-destructible toys, treats, chews, and food that would fit their wild appetites. If your sister hadn't been on shift when you decided to come in, you would have been hopelessly lost within the aisles of the pet store. You made a mental note to get her an extra special gift this coming birthday.

You hummed softly as you set all the bags on the kitchen table, too lost in your thoughts to notice an obvious lack of dogs swarming you. You had decided to get Prince a lilac collar and Monster a deep blue one.

A particularly aggressive bark from Monster caught your attention. He never barked like that, not even at Prince. Your blood went cold. What could have gotten Monster that riled up? Why was Prince not barking? Where were the two of them?

Calling out for them resulted in a scrambling of claws against tile. Your boys came out of the hallway, tails wagging and perfectly okay. You leaned down to pet Prince when you suddenly stopped in your tracks. Standing in the hallway was… a third dog. This one was bigger than both Prince and Monster, with caramel colored fur that stuck up in some places. Its eyes were… strikingly silver, gluing your feet to the floor.

A third wolfdog? How did it get into your house? Why were Prince and Monster acting so calm now, after Monster had barked like that?

You barely registered Prince bumping against you, too busy tracking the newest dog's every move. It walked through your kitchen nonchalantly, sniffing the shopping bags as if it had lived here its entire life. It didn't seem to be acting threateningly in any way. The opposite, in fact - it was probably the most relaxed one of all of you.

Prince sniffed your cheek, the loud inhale of air next to your ear bringing you back to reality.

Hesitantly, you cooed at the new dog, holding your hand out to it. You made sure to keep your eyes on the floor, as to not provoke it. From the corner of your eye, you watched the dog stop and stare at your hand. Less warily than Monster had been, but still on guard, it walked closer and sniffed at your hand. You felt its nose move from your palm to your wrist to your forearm, before moving back down and running its tongue along your wrist. The cold sensation made you involuntarily giggle.

As unnerving as this third dog looked, it seemed perfectly calm.

After setting out food for the newest addition, you went about wrangling Prince and Monster to get their collars on. Prince was as happy-go-lucky as ever, but Monster seemed off. He seemed tense. Which, on the surface, is a weird thing to say. But these dogs had proved to be the most expressive animals you had ever met. The emotions displayed in their actions could almost be mistaken as human. Monster kept looking back at the new dog every so often, ears twitching or huffing softly before turning back to you.

After the three were settled down, you had a moment to think.

Prince was settled on top of your legs, Monster just shy of your feet. The new dog was laying on the rug, facing the front door attentively. Almost like a guard dog.

Or… a soldier.

--

Life with your three wolfdogs was turning out to be hectic.

It had really only been a week since Prince had shown up at your door, yet here you were with three of them. Prince and Monster hadn't changed, still tussling whenever they had the chance. Soldier didn't really bother to stop them, though he nipped and snapped if they got too close to him.

You noticed a couple of things about Soldier. Firstly, he was quiet. You hadn't heard him bark or growl at all. Sure, he would sneeze and huff, nip at the other two or snap playfully at your fingers for treats. But he was never vocal. The second thing you noticed is that he was always alert. If not for his lack of a collar or chip, you'd have thought he was someone's security dog.

The three of them seemed to be best friends. However, sometimes it proved to be a disadvantage to you.

Like when you were trying to shower.

Unlike when it was just Prince, you couldn't keep them out of the bathroom. Even if you tried, you could only push one of them away while the other two simply slipped past you. After a couple of times, you stopped trying.

The weirdos just sat there while you showered. All laid down on the floor, just outside of the glass shower door. You brushed it off as them simply being clingy. They probably liked the cold tile, too.

Prince had just gotten done licking the condensation off the glass, when they all suddenly sat at attention. Even Monster woke up from his nap, staring at the door alongside the other two. Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked in that direction, trying to figure out what had caught their attention.

A loud bark from outside sounded. The three dogs all scrambled to their feet racing out the door - ignoring your protests. With a sigh, you shut off the water and grabbed your towel to follow.

You wanted to hit your head on the wall. Here you were, dripping water all over your kitchen floor, wrapped in only a towel after a perfectly good shower had been cut short.

Loitering outside of your kitchen was a fourth wolfdog. This one was the biggest of the four of them, bulky with chocolate brown fur and eyes to match. By the time you had actually gotten out to the kitchen, Prince, Monster, and Soldier had just been sitting in the kitchen, staring at him. You felt like you had just walked into the middle of a members-only meeting.

The final dog shifted its focus onto you when you walked in. You would almost call its gaze scrutinizing, like it was judging you. You stared back.

After a few moments, the dog chuffed. It pawed at the door, not even struggling to reach the door handle. You chewed on your bottom lip, deliberating. Was it really a smart idea to let this random, massive dog in? Nothing bad had happened the first three times that you did it. But that luck couldn't last forever, could it? Could this dog be the one to get aggressive, to attack you and possibly inflict major injury?

For some reason, your gut told you it wasn't. That it wouldn't.

You decided to trust that feeling.

You let the dog in.

--

Superhero turned out to be the leader of the four.

That's the only way you could explain it. The other three seemed to naturally listen to him. They followed him on walks, behaved when he snapped at them. That's not to say he was set apart from them. He still played with them, still joined the cuddle piles. But there was a clear sense of respect. Some innate canine instinct that recognized him as some sort of pack alpha.

Maybe that's why you butt heads with him so often.

It sounds ridiculous on paper; getting into arguments with a dog. But Superhero had some serious attitude. Your best guess was that he wasn't used to someone challenging his authority, or trying to boss him around.

But you weren't one to give in, either.

There were times where he would try to herd you in a certain way, trying to get you to go where he wanted, if he deemed your destination unsatisfactory. You would always push back, clicking your tongue and glaring at him.

You even had your sister come visit to see if she could find a way to train it out of him. She couldn't even get him to crack.

So you were stuck with a dog that would mouth off to you every time you tried to get him to do something.

Oh, well. At least you would always have something warm to cuddle. Or several somethings.

Your life was going to be so much more interesting now.

#eddsworld #eddsworld x reader #eddsworld tord #eddsworld tord x reader #eddsworld tom #eddsworld matt #eddsworld tom x reader #eddsworld edd #eddsworld matt x reader

[zabiume]

What made you start shipping IH? :) (if I can ask)

i got into bleach a little late, so by the time i was watching the hueco mundo arc, the manga had just about wrapped up the fullbring arc. BUT, i was binge-watching so many episodes a day that i ended up catching up to where the manga was a lot faster than i had anticipated 💀 the reason i mentioned this is because the way i binge-watched the series really affected my perception of the pacing, where yammy's attack and orihime saying goodbye to ichigo all happened within like. 2-5 days of each other in real time, just like in the anime. i remember going from not really paying attention to orihime all that much to having her be my favorite character overnight, simply because her lack of self-worth and her insecurities really resonated with me! i kind of had a gut feeling that ichihime would be canon when orihime had that talk with rangiku, but the moment i became really hyped about the ship was during goodbye halcyon days! orihime's speech really floored me, i replayed it like 100x times, i watched 100 AMVs of it, and i was excited to see ichigo go feral when he finally heard the news about her kidnapping, because that's like. a classic romance trope, right? one character not realizing how much the other cares about them? and then the other character proving them wrong in really dramatic ways? my brain had kind of divided the arc into two parts - a) orihime's confession and b) ichigo's response, so i did guess that they would get a lot of moments from here on, but boy i did not anticipate just how many moments that would be. bleach until that point had mostly just been about the plot for me, but that's when i started caring about the ship.

it was around this time that i got curious and went online to see if ichigo and orihime would have any more moments (i was so excited about the possibilities that i didn't mind seeing spoilers) and that's when i saw a clip of the infamous tower scene on youtube and i was like....wow....are you joking rn....is this for real....and then i continued watching the anime and i was like....it is for real and it's actually sooooo insane? my best friend at the time had told me to stop watching bleach after the arrancar arc ends because it gets really bad after, but i wanted to know where ichigo and orihime's relationship was going to go from here (after lust arc). i didn't have a tumblr account at the time but i did lurk around a lot of blogs for other fandoms (this was back when you could take a look at any blog without having to sign up), and that's when i realized that a) the manga was ongoing and i could read that and b) the manga had a lot more moments from earlier arcs that i had either completely glossed over or the anime itself had cut. as you can imagine, this delighted me, who casually shipped ichi/ishi because they were funny together but had no stakes in canon romances. i wanted to see ichihime grow, i'd become very fond of them almost overnight, and in the in-between periods where i waited for the manga to update, i read a lot of fanfic on fanfic dot net and began following people who liked the ship, but i was too scared to post/interact with anyone because the fandom was very different pre-2016 and i was scared of being bullied for liking ichihime lol.

#eventually i did give up reading the manga weekly/monthly because i preferred reading the story in long chunks #it was frustrating to have to wait for updates and the waiting periods were hell because people were always nitpicking things #but i WAS around on tumblr for horn of salvation and 686 and i did eventually go on to read tybw in its entirety #so you can say i was here from 2012-2016 and then from 2019-now :D #asks #ichihime #back then i loved bleach sooo much it was the only thing that kept me going in my miserable life i mean. #i had an undiagnosed ED my life was shit and the only constant joy was this series that i genuinely enjoyed watching #you won't believe how many miserable days i pulled through bc i told myself i'd have this show waiting for me at the end of the day #i met an ichigo cosplayer at comic con towards the end of high school and he was soooo nice to me that i literally cried after meeting him #you know that post that's like 'i only wake up in the morning bc it's what naruto would want me to do'? that was me with ichigo #ed mention

[aciddaffodil]

Winter 2024- What I Finished

So as this anime season is coming to an end. Here are the shows I actually kept up with and overall enjoyed immensely.

There will be spoilers so be warned lol

The Unwanted Undead Adventurer

I have enjoyed this series, the way Rentt is so determined to become a mithril-class adventurer even as an undead. The 3D models for the fight scenes move pretty well with the background matching them, especially in episode 9. This series is a slow-burn, even with the story progression, but I appreciate it because we see so much character growth for Rentt and how he interacts with the people and his friends. The music is fairly average for the series, but it does have some good moments especially when Rentt is in thought or making a choice. I loved coming full circle and him regaining his "human" features even though he still is very much a vampire now. Shun Narita, the composer for the series had some standout moments (fight scenes and contemplativeness) of music throughout the season so hats off to him.

The Wrong Way to Use Healing Magic

I fell in love with the humor of this series from the get-go and not a single episode is a disappointment. It is so full of life and this past week for episode 11, the line " Now that's the wrong way to use healing magic" was used in a perfect moment. The lead up of Usato's characters growth and seeing all his hard work and "torture" from Commander Rose's training *actually* matter was brilliant. Element Garden has done a great job with the music that just gets your blood pumping. Probably will make a separate post for this series once it's over.

A Sign of Affection

The shoujo everyone is talking about, FOR GOOD REASON. To see the romance between the leads develop was so satisfying and wholesome. The development of the side characters so far is handled well, and at times the flashbacks scenes take over an episode but they are necessary. The art style and the use of lighting are done so well. It was a very cute show and always will love seeing an adult romance.

Solo Leveling

What can I say that hasn't been said already? I started reading the manwha in 2019 and have reread many times since. Hiroyuki Sawano was a great choice and the soundtrack WILL be on loop once it's released fully. Smart pacing choices to have it end with him gaining a job, this week will be a blast of an episode. Wish it had been slotted for 24 episodes... The last two episodes KILLED it, the animation, the music?! I was on cloud nine.

Mr. Villains Day Off

A perfect wholesome background anime, that is just about a Villian who loves pandas on his days off. The episodes where they focus on the Rangers aren't super interesting and makes you question the ethics of the world? It's a very cute show and sometimes, it's just a need in life. Ending was split between resolving the previous episode and the lead up to the Rangers and the Villian's battle.

Villainess Level 99: I May Be the Hidden Boss but I'm Not the Demon Lord

The Isekai'd into an Otome game genre is SO saturated but somehow I ended up loving this show. Yumielle is so autistic coded and straightforward, no one quite knows how to react to her. Patrick is head over heels for her, not that she ever notices, and they're dynamic is adorable. I have laughed watching this show and the only reincarnation anime that didn't bog me down with guessable plot.

Hokkaido Gals Are Super Adorable!

I fell so hard for this anime that I binge read the manga...who's art is definitely butchered in the adaption, it's so wholesome but the way episode 11 ends off MY GOD the miscommunication hurts me, and people will definitely riot watching the finale...and then picking up the manga to suffer for 40 chapters...BUT it's worth it. Tsubasa and Fuyuki all the way, they're chemistry is the best in the show as they each influence each other to open up, to be serious about the future and to help themselves grow as people. So sad to see this show go but maybe we'll get another season?

Cherry Magic! Thirty Years of Virginity Can Make You a Wizard?!

This anime has me kicking my feet in joy and makes me miss my long-distance partner so fucking much. When Kurosawa and Adachi kissed? I was whooping in happiness. Adachi has a lot of room to grow with his communication with Kurosawa but pretty sure the final manga cover is a wedding outfit? My poor notes app I use to write my thoughts/observations as I watch seasonal anime is " SO GAY. KISS PLEASE." for several episodes between them. I loved that the end credits was the wedding but I can't wait to read the manga to compare it!

Gushing Over Magical Girls

I'm not one to watch ecchi shows but this, THIS is just such a delight to watch. Utena is such a loveable protagonist, a magical girl loving person who gets turned into a villain and has to "fight" the girls she loves. By fighting its not LMAO. I adore all the characters in this show and how fresh the writing for them is. Its beautifully animated and the finale was so much fun to watch!

Mashle S2 - Divine Visionary Arc

I picked up the first volume at the bookstore halfway through the season to try reading, after Bling-Bang-Bang-Born blew up, and I was not disappointed. Binged Season 1 and caught up in a day. There's just something so satisfying with gag humor and shounen fight scenes. I love everyone (besides for Innocent Zero, fuck that guy) and will for sure be binge reading the manga. The music, as always, is so hype and having rap for the fight scenes is very interesting. The soundtrack for S2 just released yesterday and has some amazing tracks on it.

Shangria-La Frontier

What. An. Amazing. Show. Never thought I'd like a VR Gaming anime as much as I do now, but this was just so vibrant and humorous. Sunraku's tenacity at gaming and taking on challenges, plus my love for rogue/assassin builds from DND, made him such a likeable character. The entire Weathermon fight to be slotted for 4 episodes was just..gorgeous and stunning. The Music?!? God its perfection. The NPC's of Rabitzu... to have characters and just to not be weird was very much appreciated to me. I sincerely wish it had the fandom that other Fall 2023 shows, cough cough Frieren, Undead Unluck and Apothecary Diaries, has because I just want more merch sobs. The cosplans I have for this show? Too many, and its already in production for another 2 cour season for this fall!!

The Apothecary Diaries

What a spectacular show and fabulous 24 episodes. The animation, the music (Satoru Kosaki, Kevin Pinken, Alisa Okehazma), the characters, the backgrounds?! I enjoyed watching the characters interact and loved the humor in the animation. I also just read and caught up with the manga in 2 days...so it's that good and a worthwhile watch and read!

#winter 2024 anime #anime #anime review #the apothecary diaries #shangria la frontier #mashle magic and muscles #gushing over magical girls #cherry magic! thirty years of virginity can make you a wizard?! #hokkaido gals are super adorable! #villainess level 99 #mr villians day off #solo leveling #a sign of affection #the wrong way to use healing magic #the unwanted undead adventurer

[fairylynnarts]

Funny how I suggest the idea that if I don't draw the Outers in 2024 I'd be a fake fan and within a couple weeks I've drawn the Outers lol. My brain is so weird. Anyway here are the more Mysterious senshi.

My dumbass ranting and comparisons of the rest of my senshi drawings under the cut 👇

Inners

Looking at these its kinda obvious I drew these after barely having the time to get to know the characters. I finished volume 2, the Dark Kingdom arc and was already hooked, so I drew the Senshi as I thought they were. Clearly I'm using 90s as reference which is very obvious looking at details like Mina and Mako's color pallettes, Ami's puffed sleeves and lack of extra studs in her ear. In Rei's case I had the first panel of her from Act 4 in mind. I dunno why but that struck me as her "true personality" after having seen her be so polite and proper in her intro. But then it just ended up looking like 90s Rei LOL.

I keep floating the idea of redrawing these. But I also just want to draw solo art of the girls.

Uranus and Neptune

Most recent art, drawn after getting to know everything there is to know about the series, its characters and even other versions of them. By this point I've read the manga over and over countless times, binged the hell out of Crystal, watched 200 episodes of the classic anime, and even witnessed the infamous "cousins" dynamic from DIC/Cloverway. Oh and I maybe drew them this way out of spite. Also completely ignored any of the anime's interpretations of Michiru's hair and made up my own rules lol.

In this art it definitely feels I know these two on a personal level that I just did not when I drew the inner senshi. But its kinda nice because I think my inner senshi art from 2022 shows how excited I was to get to know them 🤭

Pluto and Saturn

Okie so the reason I didn't go the Setsuna-mama and Hotaru-chan route is- okay 2 reasons- first being they would have been Super Sailor Pluto and Super Sailor Saturn. But the rest of my drawings of the senshi are how they were introduced. Wouldn't fit. Second, as Pluto and Saturn were introduced, there was a separation that there wasn't between all the others. Saturn was almost made out to be the villian and Pluto was gonna let Uranus and Neptune kill Hotaru. So yea maybe this looks angsty but thats because it was that way lol.

Oh and they have their talismans while Uranus and Neptune don't because official art shows the girlfriends without them all the time. But for the mother/daughter duo their staffs are like glued to their hands. (Didn't draw Pluto's staff cuz artistic license)

I really enjoyed finally drawing the outers for the first time! Pluto was actually a lot of fun to draw 👀

#myartwork #sailor moon #pretty guardian sailor moon #outer senshi #sailor pluto #sailor saturn #manga #fanart #hotaru tomoe #setsuna meioh #my artwork #sailor senshi #sailor neptune #sailor uranus #sailor venus #sailor jupiter #sailor mars #sailor mercury

[therealvinelle]

As a casual Agatha Christie fan, I am delighted by that recommendation. Do you have any other favorite books from her?

Sure!

And Then There Were None Ten people go to an island, it does not go well. This one stands out in that it has a good adaptation!

Appointment with Death The murder is ingenius and all in this one, but what I particularly enjoy is how well Christie captures the power an abusive mother can have over her adult children, it's a dynamic you don't often see in fiction (at least not played out this way).

Cards on the Table M. Shaitana has a fantastic idea: he's going to invite four murderers and four law enforcers to his house for a night of bridge, and he's going to stir up as much drama as possible. Things do not go well for M. Shaitana. (Stay miles away from the Suchet adaptation)

Crooked House The patriarch of an affluent family dies, and his twelve-year-old granddaughter decides to investigate. I was the same age when I first read it, which made the ending uh interesting.

Curtain Poirot finds the perfect murderer.

Death on the Nile Makes the list for many reasons, it's such a classical Christie but also because nobody agrees with Jackie's life choices, not even Jackie.

Hallowe'en Party A child claims to have witnessed a murder, no one believes her. A few hours later she's found murdered. I mostly like this one for the utterly insane murderer. What a champ.

Murder on the Orient Express There's a murder on the Orient Express. (If you want a film version, the 1974 version is the best. Suchet's version is... melodramatic, I don't like its ending but it had a fantastic opening scene, while the Branagh version is an atrocity, do not watch.)

Ordeal by Innocence Five years ago Arthur Calgary nerded about penguins to some random guy then left for Antarctica the next day. It was great. Now he returns to England only to find that the man was Jacob Argyle, and he was accused of murdering his mother that night. He kept claiming his alibi was some penguin guy and could give very specific, identifying details that five years later make Arthur Calgary "yup, that's me!", but Calgary was in Antarctica at the time so he never came forward. And uh Jacob died in prison in the meantime. But, Calgary tells himself, the important thing is that Jacob was innocent, right? Right? The Argyle family, who had finally put this behind them only to learn that their brother was innocent and one of the remaining members did it, don't agree.

Sad Cypress Elinor Carlisle is sad. She's about to hang for a double homicide she might not have committed, but even without that she'd still be pretty miserable.

The Secret Adversary I felt I had to recommend a Tommy and Tuppence, and while I don't remember much of any of them I'll just recommend the first one in the series. Tommy and Tuppence books are more political thriller than the usual fare, great fun if you want to switch things up during your Christie binge. (Do not touch ITV's By the Pricking of My Thumbs, though.)

The Mirror Crack'd One of my all-time favorites and weirdly formative. Miss Marple is grappling with the realities of old age, and solves a murder along the way. It's more character heavy than many of Christie's books, people do the things they do because it is in their nature and they can't escape it.

The Mysterious Affair at Styles The very first one! It makes the list for that. And because if you plan to read Curtain, you should read this one first as it references this one a lot.

Towards Zero Following the logic that the murder isn't the beginning of the story, but rather the culmination of one, this story is building towards the zero point - the moment the murder will occur.

Honestly, anon, I'm just listing Christies I fondly remember, I can keep going but the post will just get unreasonably long. Go read Agatha Christie, she's great.

Hercule Poirot's Christmas and A Pocketful of Rye get special shoutouts because while I haven't read the books, the ITV adaptations were really good, the former particularly with the casting and the latter particularly with the way the reveal was done. Same goes for One, Two, Buckle My Shoe, haven't read it but the adaptation was great.

(Overall I'm ambivalent about ITV's adaptations, the Poirot series wanted to be a fairly light, feelgood show the whole family could watch after dinner, and while both series liked to change things from the books and overall make them more daytime television, the Miss Marple series changed a lot more than the Poirot series did. They both have a nasty habit of putting Poirot and Marple in stories they weren't originally, usually to the story's detriment (passive aggressive shoutout to By the Pricking of My Thumbs). It's annoying, though does make it hilarious that they couldn't put Poirot in Crooked House.

They're still entertaining and I don't turn off the TV when an episode is on unless it's one of the bad ones, but... well it's daytime television-ified Christie.)

#agatha christie #book recs #literature #english literature #hercule poirot #miss marple #tommy and tuppence

[random-meme-bot]

My sister and I just finished binging the entirety of "Scott Pilgrim Takes Off" and I need to ramble about it.

SPOILER WARNING

It was REALLY good!!!

The show lowers your guard with this fake sense of familiarity, the first chapter is basically an adaptation of the first comic (just really condensed so it could fit mostly everything important in a bit over 25 minutes) up until the show removes the carpet from under you and decides to kill Scott during his first battle with the league of evil exes.

From there on out the show reveals that it's not actually an adaptation, it's actually an entirely original story that's just based on the same world and characters.

And Oooh Boy was it good, having Ramona be the main character of the show was a very welcome surprise, and the show instead of being about Scott growing as a person and facing his past as well as Ramona's it's about her being forced to face her past and grow, and the show pulls this off really well, we found ourselves actually investmed on the exes and their stories, a group of characters that before were mostly just generic bad guy.

Not all of them are great though, I found Todd's & Wallace's romance plot to work a lot worse than the plot he had in the comics with Envy, his entire thing in the comics was that he let power get on his head and because he thought he was better than everyone else he cheated on Envy and broke Vegan code, 2 things that in the end lead to his downfall.

In the show he's actually a nice dude who gets a crush on Wallace, cheats on Envy not because of ego but love, and only breaks Vegan code after Wallace dumps him, he's way too nice of a guy, and on the other side of the spectrum during this whole plot they decided to turn Wallace into a villain for some reason, he's the one who is actually taking advantage of Todd and when Envy confronts him about it he pulls the "fight my stun double's" thing from the second evil ex(movie only) and forces Ramona to fight them for no real reason since she had nothing to do with this love triangle.

The other Evil Ex who I didn't like as much was Gideon, who they tried to make a sympathetic villain but it just doesn't work, like you cannot tell me this is the same guy who made a weapon that traps you in your head with your own problems as a means to keep Ramona captive in an abusive relationship. (The Glow also doesn't get referenced even once in the show which I thought it was a bit weird)

But apart from those two and Wallace for a bit, I loved every character in the show and their portrait.

One thing to note is that I feel the show basically requires that you to be a fan of the franchise to get the most out of it.

There are a ton of twist that only work if you already know the story, a bunch of jokes and references to the comics/movie/game get lost, and the main twist villain is basically a metareference to the whole discourse about how movie Scott didn't grow as a person and how awful he is yet still got the girl.

Also the twist that it was future Scott doesn't work without previous context because before that twist we only got one episode to get to know Scott.

To wrap up this very messy rambling about a new story based on one of my favorite comic series, my least favorite movies, and a game that was OK (beat em ups aren't my thing but that's not really the games fault).

Amazing show and definitely worth a watch if you're a fan of the original story 8.5/10

Would recommend waiting until you've read the comics and watched the movie before checking the show if you aren't that familiar with Scott Pilgrim 6.5/10

#scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim vs the world #scott pilgrim takes off #Scott pilgrim takes off spoilers #SPTO #SPTO Spoilers #scott pilgrim spoilers #Netflix #Comic #Movie #Film #Comics #Movies #Shows #Streaming #it's 3:09 and I'm really tired so I might look at this tomorrow and discover that it's incredibly poorly written and delete it don't know

[ov105]

Honey

For an idea I thought I’d forget as soon as Christmas break was over, this went places. Being the vanilla writer I am, this was for, some odd reason, a little nostalgic to my earlier work. My longest fic in the current season so far. 

6,291 words of Baek Jiheon.

Enjoy!

C minus, a mark that at the moment was synonymous with an amnesty for laziness. The cumulative result of a lack of aptitude for STEM subjects often had me daydreaming as the text left me in the dust. Yet, in other subjects, failing was a closed prospect.

In a more unfortunate eventuality, the test I had failed was for biology, a subject far from my expertise nor one I had an inkling of interest in. And I was enrolled in an arts high school to make things worse. Thinking about it this way was probably overblowing the problem, yet I was warned not to fail for some reason. I just sighed at the predicament.

In a last bid effort by our teacher, we had a project thrown at us; A semester-end synthesis paper of a specific biological field. One whose underlying motive was to make sure C minus doesn't end up on everybody's cards. So my misery was not a solo effort, though I spilled no tears, instead just shrugging it off. I could not say the same thing for the teaming and the topic of reproductive biology.

In an age of supposed maturity, the grouping was quite implicative. A high final mark was assured as soon as I saw the names.

So there it was: three girls and two boys. And one of those girls was Baek Jiheon. Who had been my head anchor before I gave up the mic to work on the sound mixer, so what happened next wasn't a new occurrence for us. She approached me as soon as we were dismissed, catching me at the end of the staircase.

"You mind if we start working on the paper together?"

I was thinking of waving her off, wanting to spend my Friday alone. Come to think of it; I wanted to be less bored. But the expectant eye smile, even with our masks on, did not help me. It never did. I figured I needed to be polite.

"When?"

"Now? It's Friday. We could watch Netflix after," Jiheon replied, "I don't have any plans tomorrow anyway."

"Don't we have a test on Monday?"

"Study on Sunday, then," she scoffed. I shrugged, "Plus, it's the second part of post-war history. It's just one presentation."

Agreeing with her, it wasn't so hard after all. Though what I'd take an hour to read through, she'd do in thirty, so having someone align my thoughts with me was not a bad Friday. But I was betting we'd do it the way we usually did when we were in the broadcasting team, spending thirty minutes working on the paper and the rest on our phones, binging a series, or exchanging stories.  

As we went home, we stopped by the convenience store for snacks, with a few minutes extra because of Jiheon peeling off to the drugstore while I paid. Then arriving early for a metro that never is, watching the afternoon sun reflect into the urban sprawl of Seoul, and taking an elevator to the sixth floor of an apartment complex, did we arrive home. The rest of the family greeted her nonchalantly. They went the opposite direction, visiting some relatives by the coast for the weekend, meaning it would only be us at the apartment.

It was a bit past eight when we finished, having finished our planning much earlier than expected, throwing taskings at everyone except us, leaving the question hanging even as we ate dinner and washed the dishes. A typical exchange back in our broadcasting days. That left it a matter of tomorrow morning. I headed back to my room to close my laptop before joining Jiheon on the couch.

"So you're not going home?" I asked a little casually.

"Do you want me to?" Jiheon replied.

"Not really."

"There's your answer," she replied while stretching to reach for a bag of chips. I was enjoying her company to press on about it. And once I handed the remote over, I gave my permission to watch till midnight.

After a while, the lights dimmed as the hour became late. We trudged on to the fourth episode of a drama series she recommended. The serial had split my attention between too much drama and Jiheon pointing out. But when a steamy scene came along, coupled with the untimely appearance of a penis on screen, it made us chuckle.

I found it strange, but I wasn't exactly surprised, having one myself. Spilling my thoughts as the credits played while pouring Jiheon another.  

"Oh, I see they show dicks on TV now."

"Yeah, a bit weird, isn't it?" Jiheon asked. I just shrugged as I sat again.

"What, penises? Or guys showing them off?" I asked, scoffing as I raised my glass, "Just wait till you see porn."

She laughed at my wisecrack before taking a sip, rolling on the conversation about it as we stopped at a less climactic episode. I couldn't tell if it was her warming up for a long chat or that it was halfway through 10 pm.

"So, one of my friends told me you had a girlfriend a while back," Jiheon asked me.

"Yeah, we didn't work out too well," I sighed, taking a sip, but I was happier I was past it now.

"Turns out it was tiring to go home every Saturday morning from across the city. It was a chore," Jiheon turned her head, somewhat confused. Then her eyes bulged as to why I was riding the metro early in the morning. Pointing to me as that bright, now mischievous smile formed to laugh at me.

"You're so naughty!" she exclaimed, with me rolling my eyes in submission.

"Well, I can't say no to a good time, can I?" I replied in my defense.

"So, how'd it go," she prodded, "And no, not the relationship,"

"You don't need that melodrama, fuck that, just the juicy stuff, I guess," I butted in with a hand wave. So I began to narrate how what I had wanted to be a serious relationship tumbled over time due to, how I'd put it, 'intensive sexual misconduct' between parties. A shoddy excuse to say it became all about sex.

From the back of my head, I never thought I'd say how my allowance got funneled into buying condoms before heading out in the evening and spending them all by the morning. But perchance, after saying it first to another old friend of mine, Jiheon was hearing all of it as a second witness. Who egged me like a trial for espionage, relentlessly stressing I describe in detail, with me more than happy to tell. I let myself slip. My whole testimonial lasted about an iced soda can and a half.

"...I actually enjoyed touching myself again after we broke up," I exclaimed as my ending statement. Jiheon, after listening to me with curiosity, keeping herself reserved for the kinkier aspects my ex put me through, just chuckled as she finished her glass, then asked.

"You want to prove those claims?"

"Well, how?" I replied, "Didn't your ex do it too?"

Jiheon laughed, waving it off, another sip.

"We did make out, got to stripping, did some foreplay," she sighed, turning to look, "But we only did it once," side-eyeing with a shrug, then exclaiming, "I didn't even enjoy it too much."

Now, I was shocked, rolling my eyes and laughing. Further displaying my disbelief as I playfully derided Jiheon. Now, we were in ridiculous waters. Really, someone ending things with her? Come on.

"So, I figured, after your experience," she looked down on her glass for a second, hesitating, cracking and shutting a smile as she put it down, before leaning forward to me, lowering her voice to a whisper as she repeated herself, "Do you want to prove your claims?"

"You'd like to?"

"I'll take that as a yes."

In a blink of an eye, a time to swallow pride, to rethink things that Jiheon and I  said were now irreversible—We're still friends, right?—while trying to force myself to move an inch, and when my brain's lag had caught up, it was Jiheon who had made the first move. She met my lips with hers, though only half-hearted returning her kisses, still pushing against mine as she gently laid her hand beside my neck. I kept the distance between us as I started kissing her back.

Her lips and touch were soft, tempting even. Now turning the tide as I felt her pulling back, with her fingers taking me along with her, only stopping before having her lie down on the sofa arms. She opened her legs so I could come closer, with how I knelt, allowing me just barely to miss pressing my crotch against her. Feeling less hesitation at my end, both her hands pulled me in, hearing her beginning to hum as it became a more torrid exchange. I've had my fair share of slow making out. And this was a completely different sensation. We were not in a rush but still impatient like kids.

"I'm going to go all the way. You're sure about this?" I pulled away and asked as we took our sweaters off—the delay marked by her fingers trailing down to the top button of my shirt.

"I just want to see where this goes," Jiheon replied before coming back down to her lips, continuing to make out as she undid my shirt with one hand, the other letting itself be known as my crotch brushed with her palm, cupping and putting a bit of pressure on my balls.

As she got to the hem of my shirt, I diverted her attention off it as my hands trailed down her skirt, continuing past it and sliding up hers, cupping and squeezing the soft flesh of her thighs and tits. Kneading them for a while, all because my fingers found it difficult to divert, and only then did I start unbuttoning her shirt.

As the first two buttons came off, so did my lips off hers. I was pulling my lips back, following the trail left by my fingers as my lips traced down Jiheon's neck. Exploring the newly exposed skin as I kissed her softly, coming down to her cleavage and sucking on her tits, still partly covered by the white bra she wore. I was trying not to startle her by hurriedly removing it, instead moving down to her tummy, stopping just right to the hem of her skirt. By how her thighs felt under it, my fingers caressing it brought back early teenage memories of lewd fantasies that kept me up at night.

Naturally, that made them next.

Brushing her skirt upwards into a bunched-up mess, then her long, thick legs opened to expose herself. I gave one more look, with her mirroring anticipation. Then darting right down to her left thigh, coming just shy of her pussy. Suckling loudly at first caused her to shake, her toes curling in my peripherals and wincing as she laid her head back, then moving to her right thigh, keeping my hands tracing a circuit on the other, touching it light enough to leave her tingling, but heavy enough to keep it up.

"F-fuck, this is n-new," Jiheon remarked about a minute in, and we were still almost fully clothed.

"It's been a while," I replied, "Sorry if I'm a little sloppy."

Flashing a weak smile at me, I could've poked her further, but being shameless didn't seem so bad with where we were now. Instead, it called for it. Putting my lips back down on her thighs, much closer now to her pussy. Shutting my eyes to just focus on sucking on the soft milky skin, listening to her quiver to the point a faint spot was staining her panties. Like a moth to a flame, I went right into the center.

Jiheon exclaimed, trailing off as my tongue pressed against the fabric. A hint of salt coming on to it, though not long after, was lulled by saliva, having drenched it out of sheer brashness more than she did. Shifting in place as I pressed again with my tongue, it told me all I needed to do next. My hands slid into the band of her panty and prepared to take it off, sucking hard on her clit another time as I pulled.

Pulling it off her legs, her skirt, having become more troublesome, followed with it, leaving only her shirt and bra. I would've wanted it off, but I wanted to bide my time, looking at it as I threw my shirt aside. Seeing where my eyes were, she pulled her legs back. Jiheon's lips curled up to a closed smile, enticing me by flashing her eyebrow, while the other pair of lips, which was presented to me, remained closed.

Frozen, speechless as I approached. Split between the thought of denial and persuasion, with my judgment veering toward the latter as my mouth slightly opened with my tongue struck Jiheon's clit for the first flick, causing her to break composure. Glancing right up to see her flinging her head back, an entire wave ending with her hips pushing up to my mouth. Another flick, lower this time, had her arm reach out to the back of my head, my hair lightly ruffled as she pushed me against her groin and let me take her.

Jiheon whined and purred. Her entirety conducted itself the way her loins stirred to my tongue, settling into a rhythm that brought her to orgasm, the tip of my tongue slowly tracing the folds and slowly opening her up. Her mouth remained slightly opened, breath shaking, trying to stammer out words that broke into incoherence, eyebrows furrowed with the skin around her eyes wrinkling as she forced them shut. All of that for a simple neural snap that had her back arching when I struck her clit. Only then to have my tongue orbit around it before coming around again.

I couldn't guess how close she was but felt her heat as she was jittering more and more as I kept going. Losing track of time and melting on the couch, or how my knees were close to numbing themselves. I didn't know what was on her mind, but words were starting to fail me too. Being left to watch, while being the stoking tongue that was turning her into a mere mass of flesh and bone, that in the last few moments leading up to climax, was evoking a chorus that seared itself into memory.

Like waves in a typhoon, my hands were now more focused on ensuring Jiheon didn't pull away or just jump off the sofa. Losing any semblance of self-control as she slipped off, her juices now being lapped up by my tongue. Catching my gaze with half-lidded eyes, she bit her lip and tried to form her words but failed as she brought herself closer. A high-pitched squeal left her as she threw her head back again, tensing up as she leaked, with her legs almost closing on me.

She was becoming more desperate to keep that image of Baek Jiheon, the class officer, face of the school, the brightest smile I've seen, from collapsing into orgasm. Squealing and shaking, threatening to slide off the sofa, trying not to crush my head as the tremors on her fingertips were tapping morse code to the back of my head as she rattled in place.

"C-cumming," Jiheon weakly stammered out in a final bit of coherence.

And so she went. Her orgasm arrived with a reverberant groan, squealing as her hips twitched, her chest rising as she gasped for air, hissing and arching her back. She let out a series of cusses as her entire body rocked and gave away. My tongue was overtaken with her wetness expelling, crashing my tongue against the hole that was releasing it, lopping a few licks over her clit to help her further. Her moans went from the intense yells to low whines as the moments passed, with the built-up tension waning as she laid bare.  

I pulled away and sat on the other end of the sofa, wiping her fluid off my lips as her little oyster, true to its namesake, leaked as she caught her breath. Slowly, she sat upright, sharing a chuckle with me as she saw my gaze. However, there wasn't much time to think now except for a quip.  

"That was," I sighed, "Quite the sight."

Jiheon nodded, then took her shirt off, now only in her bra, as her hand reached out for my belt. The other one glided and caressed over the bulge that quietly formed up as she came—kneeling on the carpet as she tugged at my pants, telling me to sit on the edge.

"Forgot about this," she remarked while looking up with that cute face, which blocked a deep cleavage under it. Having yet to free them, though, I think I wouldn't have to wait so long with everything that's happened so far. Undoing my belt and pulled off my pants the same way I did with her skirt, then threw it aside as another piece on the pile.

Jiheon made no comments as she took my cock in her hand, stroking it twice with her soft fingers, making me hiss as she did. Before holding it up to hers and flashing an unsure glance as she approached. Her stare became more determined as she hovered over my tip, feeling her breath on it while she licked her lips, but she never put it back. She instead rolled it around, coating it in a sheen of her saliva and sending a shock up my spine.

Her lips followed, further electrifying me. She sucked downward. A loud, weakening groan came from me as she took my entire length, focusing back up to the tip as she wrapped her fingers on my shaft. She then slid her hair back, with me holding it up in a bun for her, just to give us a clear view, showing off her experience in no time. Her lips softly sucked around my tip, her tongue licking me where it mattered, yet kept a gentle grip on my shaft. Taking her lips off for a second, I spoke first.

"Don't overdo it. I don't want to be too close."

Jiheon responded by trailing her mouth up to my shaft, making my shaft twitch as she rounded up the tip.

"I know," she replied, sucking at the tip and pulling her lips out with a light smack, "I still need you in me."

Settling her hands down at the base of my cock, she then closed her eyes and only used her lips to do the work. Slowing down as she focused on the tip alone. Like with herself, my toes were curling with every flick of her tongue under it, shivering and giving her a few low sighs. If I could moan as carelessly as she did, I might've already.

Giving me a wily, catty stare she'd taken on, Jiheon slowed her lips to a crawl on purpose. From my eyes alone, she knew that I was melting into jelly. She could've ended it there and had me cum in her mouth. But I suddenly found it hard to initiate any further despite clearing her intentions, becoming lost in thought as she gave it one last go before pulling back, staring me down as she wiped her lips and stood up.

Sliding back onto the sofa, Jiheon got on the couch to straddle me. She was trapped with an erection below her, her torso inches from my face. Putting her hands behind my head, slowly caressing as mine wrapped behind her, letting the tension rear itself through the fingertips that trailed over our skins. Finding my fingers behind her strap, I just had to cut the suspense. Suddenly unhooking it, with her gasping as one hand cradled her bra and, in effect, squeezed her tits up further.

"Ya! I was supposed to do that!" she playfully yelled, hitting me in the arm.

"Well, you're keeping me waiting," I replied. Jiheon just huffed, then put her hand on my shoulder. And let the other throw the bra aside and free her tits, perkily-sized but a good handful. Before I could lean forward, she already had her hand pulling at my cock.

"No more surprises?" She asked while grazing my tip. Her fingers are the final barrier before her lips.

"Past it."

She reneged on it almost immediately as she put her hand away. Damning caution as she pushed herself downward, my cock comically brushing, missing her lips. Adjusting, she gave it another go, almost a repeat, until I slid in and penetrated, feeling a parting warmth engulf my cock's head. She dropped her weight further through a determined gaze and heavy breaths, shutting her eyes as she pushed past the tight ring to even tighter depths. And with her hips, so did her jaw, almost collapsing forward to me as I groaned, letting myself feel every inch of my cock as it speared into Jiheon, her fingers digging in as our crotches met. Opening my eyes to see hers half-lidded and panting, biting her lip as she tried to hold a smile.

She got this far, but there was no going back now.

"Fuck, you're pretty deep," she sputtered out.

"You're pretty tight," I stammered back, adding, "So, uh, just go slowly."

Putting both hands on my shoulders, I thought I'd make it easier for her, taking one tit up to my mouth and sucking on it, with one hand squeezing her ass to spur her on, thinking it was the necessary push to have her start moving, but quickly got lost in how soft her plump ass felt, among other sensations. Then unexpectedly moaning louder than her when she rolled her hip, squeezing and licking faster on her nipple as her arms pulled me into her tits, attempting to set herself into a proper rhythm.

The model student relished how good she was playing me—or trying to. Despite how nervous she was, she still confidently tried to ride my cock, going through the motions, bouncing, grinding, and even gyrating. And with how tight she was, I was only responding positively. Compared to how rough I could do it, she was going slowly, perhaps a little too slow.

"If you're gonna do it this slow," I told her, "You want me to do it?"

Jiheon shook her head as she pulled her hips up and forced herself back down again, moaning just as she was about to answer me. A minor gaffe for her. I tried not to react too much aside from my eyebrows furrowing.

"I'm getting the hang of it."

Taking a deep breath and wrapping me further in her arms, telling me she was still determined to get a grip of herself. Bringing a new stride as her ass pressed when she came down on me. I opened my legs a bit more, discreetly thrusting up, with my arms pulling her closer as my lips and tongue worked.

Metronomic, from the way her ass bounced fast enough, her flesh perfectly sheathed around my cock, feeling her tits bounce even when I had her in my mouth, and how she was almost just singing while riding me. This event in our friendship, would in hindsight, be a bit awkward but unforgettable. But I guess the embrace Jiheon had on me, as if her long limbs and us having sex, hasn't guaranteed that already. Perhaps it was also her aura, the allure that she had through the time I knew her—maybe even stirring a few butterflies—kept me in check.

After some time with her sitting on me, I thought I needed to do something different. Having our hands in the right places, I shifted my weight forward while she started to piston. Both of us stopped.

"Hm? Something wrong?" Jiheon asked.

"Put your leg up," I said, placing a hand close to her knee. Ever the fast thinker, she did so. I added.

"I'll take it from here."

Bucking my hips forward, I instantly twitched, wincing at her soft moan, feeling the clench of her walls far better, her little initiation paving such a deep angle. It was as easy as sliding a knife over butter. Her juices trickled down to my balls and the couch as I closed the distance between our crotches.

Looking up from her tits, she looked almost shocked with her eyes set up, slowly closing them as she bit her lips and threw her head back. Her entire body rocked as I thrust upward, feeling her keeping watch on me as I slowly began to pick up the pace, letting me have her as she met my thrusts. But almost as soon as it began, it was again Jiheon pushing herself against me, then gyrating, albeit sloppily.

I let it pass, letting me have a true show of thirst.

"Fuck, you're so deep," Jiheon moaned.

She slowed down for a bit and suddenly picked up the pace. I pulled her closer as she started to combine everything she'd tried beforehand, taking me deep, filling herself up to the hilt with me through a slow rise with a thundering fall. The sudden stimuli threatened to end me too early, nearly losing concentration as I expended every last bit of self-control, holding on to her as she did with me, gritting my teeth and squeezing hard on her ass as she moved; a futile attempt to tell her to slow down.

What seemed like a two-way street was closing too fast; the next thing I could do was just yell at her to stop. That was not an option. I just let her fill the airwaves with her wailing.

Then Jiheon lifted herself off, my lips forcibly breaking away as my cock slipped out of her, both of us shuddering as we cut ourselves short. Having been a countdown away from an orgasm, she sat back down, missing my cock and making it come between us. She took a breather before planting her lips on me while stroking my cock to keep me hard for her. After catching her breath, she asked.

"Wanna continue this in your room?"

I just nodded.

"Try and carry me there?" she added, daringly asking me to. I nodded. Then tell her to wrap her legs around me as I picked her up by her knees, trying to copy the silver screen. Only half-succeeding as reality knocked as I stood up. It was nearly impossible to do anything else, trudging almost all the way there with a naked woman blocking my view until I eyed the mirror on the wall, remembering Jiheon's long legs wrapped on my hips.

Gently putting her down, I whispered for her to face the mirror. She was tall enough for this, and while I always thought it was risqué, I had dismissed my opinion when I saw her bent over. Pointing my cock right up against her lips. Sensing little hesitation as she faced her reflection, even looking cocky as she caught my stare in the mirror. So with one thrust, I pushed back into her.

Since she seemed to like taking it deep, I didn't start slow, quickly building myself up to where her ass bounced as I thrust. Her hands pressed hard against the sides of the mirror, making it shake as she bowed her head. I was just enjoying myself, closing my eyes and listening to her, thinking that, while at the cost of underselling myself, I was railing the achiever. And being the host, as she moaned to her reflection in the same mirror I look at every morning, I was glad to treat her with complete—though slightly rough—courtesy.

Stepping forward, Jiheon straightened herself up a bit, now more upright, with my other hand reaching to grope her tits. Sliding her hair back to show her face, watching our reflections in the mirror through short thrusts that slowly became longer, breaking the lull as she whined, and bowed her head again, the sound of her ass slapping picking up.

Perching my head on her shoulder as I watched it ripple. She was stuck between me fucking her and a cold mirror while not going rough enough to hurt her. She was shifting, trying to evade an orgasm. Yet that only made it better and more slippery for me. Ignoring a plea or two as she came closer, my lips on her shoulders as her expression showed a lustful image. I stopped when I thought she was clenching too hard, having gotten her a few thrusts away from cumming. I had gotten even as I pulled out.

"Aw, I was close," she pouted.

I just shrugged and pointed to my bed.

Jiheon, in a bit of a haze, barely managed two steps before reaching the bed, turning around, and dropping down on the bed, grabbing herself a pillow to keep her head up, then following her as I slowly walked and found myself on top of her.

Wasting no time as Jiheon kept her legs open, her hands on my hips, telling me all I needed to do next. Putting my cock right up her entrance as her hands moved up to my neck. Nodding to me, I bucked my hips forward and slipped in, making us both wince and bite our lips. And that was only the head and a half, pulling back before thrusting again, failing to hear a faint whisper as I felt myself shudder, with her hips shifting upward to pull me in further, I had filled her up to her hilt.

We gave ourselves a second before a tap on my neck. My signal to move as I started. Knowing Jiheon was willing to fuck at her limits, I didn't hesitate. Beginning to hear the headboard rattling the moment I settled into a pace. I made sure I wasn't going as fast as she did at times, leveraging what I knew and just enjoy sex—hovering over her as she slightly writhed and moaned under me, though in moments side-eyeing and smirking at ourselves.

If only everyone could see us now, it'd be a show of middle fingers from two seeming prudes — just right in time for a twitch and a hard clench to meet— stopping as I clenched my fists, crudely reminding me just how close I had been. Jiheon then pressed her fingers on my neck to pull me in.

"That one almost got you, huh?"

"Almost did."

"Just like earlier?"

"Just like earlier."

"So, you owe me one then?" she said with a peck on my lips.

"I think I do," I replied.

Pulling away from Jiheon, I straightened my back, dug my knees in, and slid my hands under her knees. Folding it back as far as she would go, our thighs rubbing against each other as I grabbed her by her hips and continued. My entire length unabashedly penetrated her without any regard for my fuse. Holding onto my arms, shaking under me, both of us not missing a beat as I wanted to make the bed squeak. Her tits shook as her body writhed under me, biting her lip in a futile attempt to stifle her moans, often slipping as they thundered out of her and filled me to the brim. I groaned as I fought with myself, almost becoming breathless as we came closer to her orgasm.

Slowing my thrusts down to catch myself, I gazed down at Jiheon. I was greeted with the lusting face that I had only seen twice beforehand, in a cross between a breathy plea and a yell.

"Don't stop."

Fighting the tightness that her walls posed, forcing myself back in with a grunt as I grasped her legs. Taking a more harmonic pace, I just matched her moans, opting not to make myself cum by fucking her like a pig. I would've gone rough in convention, disregarding myself and cumming simultaneously. But not this time, feeling her tighten as my shaft slid right up against her spot and made her quiver.

It was one of the more unexpected outcomes of a Friday evening. Though taking sex this seriously has something I hadn't done in a while, I was less focused on a singular objective before Jiheon unbuckled my belt and far less focused on fucking like animals. Her words had nudged me on, leading to the chorus leaving her mouth, the choking tightness, warmth, and her trickling juices down my cock as I followed what she told me.

Her eyes looked for mine, and she mouthed something, then shut her eyes and let out a cry.

Five more thrusts went deep into Jiheon as she began to rock. Pushing her hips forward as I did, her walls pulsating and gripping on my shaft, stopping halfway through as she felt herself. Her walls brought me to a halt as I was forced to come along, feeling every last wave trying to get me to follow her, biting my lips while thinking whether or not I should move. Almost a minute after freezing, I snuck myself in as she shuddered, noticing my moving hips too late as she moaned with a shocked look on her face, then pressed her palms against me, with a weak, shaking whisper telling me to stop. I did after a while, with her hands pulling me in to make out with her as she subsided.

As I waited, the way she came was a bit subtler than earlier and far better with how sensitive it all was. And with my only orgasm needing just one last ounce of effort. She had yet again left me at orgasm's door.

"Almost got me there," I told her.

"You came?" Jiheon asked. I just chuckled and just shook my head.

"Good," she replied, "Now cum inside me."

I asked her if she was sure.

"Why do you think I left you alone earlier?"

"Smart," I said, smirking as I put all the dots together and agreed to her request. I put my weight down on my knees and straightened my back, taking her by the wrists as I shot my hips forward. Feeling myself weakening as I fused whatever bit of strength I had left, but my twitching cock only told me it was getting ready.

Having been at her wettest, seeing my cock piston into her, shaft drenched as her lips gripped it, then moving my gaze upward to see her tits also shaking, head rested sideways, hair a complete mess. She had an expression reading only pleasure as her eyebrows furrowed, biting her lips to try and shut herself up, but a few loud moans made it vain, all of this to bear the brunt of the final push.

Letting go and placing her hands on my hips, Jiheon did the unexpected. She slid her hands upward and locked me with her legs. Even when I had my mind made up, she still wanted to make herself clear. She was tighter than ever as every last tingle coursed through me only signaled the inevitable. But with that, I slowly went over the edge, cutting my pace in half and thrusting deep into her.

Pushing myself into Jiheon, and with one final grunt, I came. The first twitch released the first, then second shot, of thick cum into Jiheon, with a few more following. Clenching my fists on the mattress, writhing as she held me tight. She moaned in relief as she locked her legs further, while I groaned as I filled her up, my shaft pulsating as I shot myself empty. I stayed in that position until I became limp and decided to pull out of her, feeling a bit lightheaded.

As my tip left, a trail of cum trickled down off her. I only then saw how much and how hard I had just cum. We were both reduced to a panting mess of bodies as we lay down next to one another, staring up into the ceiling as we put ourselves back together. Having forgotten our clothes were lying on the other side of the wall.

"You wanna sleep in?" I jokingly asked Jiheon as I sat up, "I'll get you a blanket."

She giggled as she followed suit, putting an arm around me and resting her head on me. She was probably still trying to absorb the last fifteen minutes in her mind, even feeling shy all of a sudden in how she talked to me.

"I can't believe we just had sex," she quipped.

"You did want to see where this could go," I reminded her, "Well, we've gone this far."

Sitting naked next to me, with my cum inside her and having ruined the bedsheets, I don't think there was no reason to be shy.

"Ah, this is gonna sound so awkward," Jiheon said, having a glance of a smile as she stood up, giving me a good view of her ass and the dripping mess from between.

"You and me? Quite the story to tell, huh?"

"Well, I can keep a secret."

"I know, but just a question," she replied as she stopped by the door, with a finger raised, telling her to go ahead. She then turned to look at me, hesitating a bit before speaking up.

"How long do you wanna keep it?"

"I'm supposed to be asking you that."

"I'll think about it in the shower," Jiheon replied, unable to answer me. She then sighed and pointed to the bathroom, asking.

"So, wanna go?"

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Never Had A Friend Like Me: Part One

Hey, @mauvecatfic... some Diego for you!

Summary: Endless Ending timeline. Elderly Diego and Taylor reflect on a lifelong friendship. Part one of two.

Word Count: 3741

Tagging: @saivilo, @edgydepressedchoicesthot, @sceptilemasterr, ​@mauvecatfic @rhemenway888

Thanks for reading!

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La Huerta, 2090

“Hey--” Taylor said as she settled down amongst the soft cushions of her favourite chair, knowing full well she’d be needing to call in assistance when the time came to haul her old body up from them, “I came up with the perfect idea for our next marathon.”

“’Marathon’? Between the two of us, we’re lucky to get through one movie without someone dozing off.” Diego grinned at his friend. His best friend of seventy years.

“That’s what makes it a marathon, because it takes so damn long. We take our time, savouring the laughs, the tears, and appreciating the artform.” A glass of wine, some cheeses, to break it up. And the two of them would reminisce, and Diego would point out his favourites of the crew’s filmmaking choices… or those that were notably bad.

“How about ‘the Zac Efron trifecta’?” Taylor suggested, showing her age. “High School Musical, followed by Hairspray, followed by The Greatest Showman.”

“Let’s just see if we can get through ‘Julie Andrews Fest’ first, okay?”

They did this fairly often. Just chilling out to the tune of films meeting their assigned theme. At the age they were, ‘just chilling out’ was pretty much requisite. Taylor’s arthritis had worsened considerably in the last year, and Diego’s respiratory issues were easily triggered by any amount of exertion. They were reasonably healthy nonogenerians… but they were nonogenerians.

You got to an age where you didn’t know when your best-friend-movie-weekend would be your last one. Naturally, a lot of the choices were deeply nostalgic old comforts. Created from nothing into a white American woman with a built-in noughties childhood and adolescence, the lyrics to all the songs in High School Musical-- and some of the dance routines too-- were something innate to Taylor. She’d been born with it. Later, she’d discovered that Quinn had been obsessed with the series as a kid and had found it a comfort as she shared it with her mom during long months housebound. When Vaanu was piecing together what ‘human’ looked like, something from Quinn’s consciousness must have been picked up. So many of those little things made up Taylor, and now that so many of her friends had passed on, they meant all the more.

There weren’t many of them left now. Quinn, who’d fought so valiantly to even survive adolescence, was still hanging on, the youngest of the group at coming up to ninety-four. Estela was still there, rather more mobile than the others, but then she was stubborn, gritting her teeth through the aches and pains and soldiering on. Aleister was… struggling. Taking one day at a time since the loss of his beloved Grace some months before. But he got up in the morning, and found his inner strength when needed to chide his sister for being a pig-headed idiot pushing her shrinking limits too far. Zahra had long been a respected figure among the Vaanti, and she was still the go-to person for technological know-how, even though anyone seeking her help was advised to do so only with an armoured layer of thick skin. She did ‘cantankerous and acerbic old woman’ to perfection, and her mind remained just as sharp as her tongue.

Taylor leaned back in her chair, feet up on an ottoman and wearing a well-worn pair of slippers.

“We’re going to have to become more selective,” she admitted. “And I know we traditionally do movies, but one last Doctor Who binge?”

Everything was getting to be ‘the last time’. Diego had put off their re-watch of The Lord of the Rings trilogy time and time again for that very reason; saying goodbye needed to be given the weight it deserved. Soon, he’d brave it, but for that one, Varyyn would need to join them.

“You couldn’t have picked a longer running series, Tay?” Diego teased. “We’ve got decades of life left in us to watch this stuff, you know….”

“Oh, ha-ha. You know I’m a David Tennant era girl. The rest I’ll take or leave. Like I said, we should be selective.”

Diego grunted a chuckle, and readied the next movie in their Julie-Andrews-a-thon, The Sound of Music, pausing before pressing ‘play’.

“Hey, I said ‘selective’, not that we couldn’t watch this-- you know I love--”

“Yeah, but think of the big old family sing-along we could make out of this,” he said, eyes twinkling. “We could even drag Zahra up here, keep her heckling muscles strong.”

Taylor’s grin broadened. Her family and Diego’s family were one and the same. Liv and her spouse, Jeimy, had lived on La Huerta a few years now-- and Rosa had lived there for a few decades. Their family was human, and Vaanti, with grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, and nephews and nieces, and in-laws. It was their weird little family they’d made at the end of the world, and then everything that had grown from there.

“All right, I’ll share my bestie… this time. But we’re telling the hordes to bring their own snacks.”

“You’re on.”

They waited together in companiable quiet for the others to arrive. Taylor found herself studying the peaceful profile of her old friend as he began to doze. No doubt, he still felt a young twenty-something on the inside, just as she did. She could almost still see that young man, somewhere beneath the grey hair and the wrinkles that told a lifetime of stories.

Their stories.

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La Huerta, 2078

“Here you go,” Taylor said, a smile in her voice as she pushed the door open with her hip. “Breakfast in bed. You can’t say we don’t treat our guests right!”

With a soft moan, Diego propped himself higher against his pillow. “Pancakes? Who’d have thought recovering from heart surgery could be so sweet? I’ll never want to leave this bed if you keep this up. The usual pain aside, I feel pretty lucky.”

It was fortunate indeed that he’d had somewhere to go to for help just a short hop from La Huerta. And it was fortunate indeed that Taylor and Estela’s old home had enough room for them to care for him there-- and enough space that Varyyn could exist there comfortably in secret for the necessary recovery period. It was Liv’s home now, shared with her spouse and elder daughter, though the latter had temporarily moved in with her brother at the old Montoya place to make room. Still, with six people and three bedrooms, it was a very full house.

Diego met his old friend’s eye. “Thank you. Really.”

The reply was quiet and sincere. “It’s no problem.”

Taylor helped Diego with his breakfast tray. “It looked like Varyyn was enjoying his morning stroll around the big yard. I worried about him feeling trapped here, but I guess at our pace it takes a good while even to do one lap of it all.”

“He quite likes it,” Diego said. “Which is a relief-- I feel guilty enough taking him from his home. Varyyn doesn’t like the invisibility suit much anyway, but even if he did, I don’t think he’d so much as leave the property while I’m like this.”

“You’re very loved, you know.”

“I feel it right now,” he said softly. “Sore, and scared at being faced with my own mortality, and definitely very loved.”

The company was good. Liv was something between a niece and a daughter to him, and he loved her dearly. He never saw as much of her as Taylor’s other daughter, Rosa, who now lived on La Huerta, so the opportunity to catch up was welcome. Liv’s spouse, Jeimy, was a gentle presence, quietly seeing to it that their recuperating guest could want for nothing. Like Taylor, Estela had remained close to Diego’s bedside during the frightening days in hospital, and now put her considerable will-power into ensuring he took care of himself through the next phase and offering a shoulder to Varyyn should he need it. She didn’t tend to say a whole lot, but never left it unsaid that she cared. Even those few words weren’t really needed though… Diego knew.  

Taylor’s voice cracked as she spoke again. “I’m just relieved to have home from hospital. God, actually, I’m just relieved to have you out the other side of going under,” she said. “We’ve lost too much… I’ve lost too much, and I couldn’t bear it if you….”

Diego put a bony hand on hers. He felt his own eyes welling as those dark days, not so far in the back-view mirror, came flooding back. Of Jake and Craig, and the gaping holes they’d torn with their departures, one after the other. Everyone must have been bricking it, as he’d have been if any of them had been taken into hospital for heart valve replacement surgery, a vulnerable old man of eighty-two, whose body could so easily have given up the ghost.

Taylor sniffed. “But with your ticker sorted, you’ve no excuse to bail out on me anytime soon.”

“I’m not going anywhere. Except home to La Huerta-- and maybe one last go round Disney World. I still can’t believe we got kicked out that time….”

“Ha. I blame that crowd of people wanting a picture with Varyyn-- way to get us unwanted attention!” Taylor chuckled, heartened by her friend’s ability to see beyond the recovery period. Maybe they should go and do something fun, a last hurrah. “It’s not far to Florida. I’m sure we can pull that one off… but we’ll get you healed up and recovered first. Deal? I need you to be okay.”

Diego met her eye and nodded. He’d never not take her fears for him seriously.

“No more scares. I don’t think Varyyn could take it either.”

It was strange to be in this place. Less and less he’d leave La Huerta… less and less there’d been a need to. There was no blood family left. He was contentedly retired, living the life of a revered old storyteller in Elyys’tel. And much of his chosen family-- Taylor and Estela, Grace and Aleister, and more recently Zahra, Sean and Raj-- had taken up residence back on La Huerta, choosing to spend their twilight years, well, home. The younger generation did most of the running around, visiting frequently, while the bulk of the ageing Catalyst gang remained settled in the place that had changed everything. More accustomed to life in a Vaanti village than he was the world he’d been born into, Diego had long lost the desire to go back, even to visit.

“No,” Taylor said quietly. “He’s been worried sick.”

This would probably be the last time Diego and Varyyn would visit the extended Montoya family in San Trobida. Diego had been a frequent guest at old Tio Nicolas’ place whenever Taylor and Estela were staying with him, and later was a frequent guest in this house as his friends put down their own roots. All the photographs on the dresser he’d looked at a thousand times before; Taylor and Estela on their second wedding day, young Liv with a broad grin and a gymnastics medal, a middle-aged couple he knew to be Estela’s grandparents, and one of the many, many group photos taken on a Catalyst reunion-- he’d guess the date to be sometime in the 2040s. And there was one of him and Taylor, arms around one another and grinning; he was pretty sure it had been taken at a party to celebrate the launch of his second book. It had been a pretty tipsy night, so neither remembered it being taken, but he’d always loved how damn happy he looked in that picture. Taylor had once told Diego he ‘represented her side of the family’. He felt it. This room was more home than any other off La Huerta had ever been.

“Hey?” Taylor broke the long silence. “I’m gonna go grab a slice or two of toast, but I’ll come back. If you don’t mind, can I sit up on the bed with you? I think… I’m having a clingy day.”

There was no question at all.

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La Huerta, 2070

Taylor took a deep breath as she stepped off the plane. This was it. They were home for good.

“Grandma!” came the holler of little Aurora, nine years old, soon to be wrapped in a cuddle.

“We’re here! All in one piece, thanks to Captain Georgie,” Taylor announced. It had been a few years since Georgiana and Benny took over from their father as La Huerta’s go-to pilots, and she’d been tasked the very important job of bringing two of the Catalysts back to the island.

“Can we go on the plane?” twelve-year-old Leo clamoured, peering past his grandmother.

“Why, you’re going somewhere?” Estela asked, stepping down onto the dirt and taking in the familiar scents of La Huerta.

Leo shook his head. “I’ve just never checked out the cockpit,” he said. “But I swear I’m happy to see you too!”

They all did the rounds of hugs; Taylor and Estela’s younger daughter, Rosa, lived on the island with her Vaanti husband, and the reunion was always emotional. Sean and Jake’s youngest, Georgie, also lived here-- like Diego, she was almost as culturally Vaanti as she was anything else-- and her little family had also come down to the airstrip to greet the newcomers.

Diego held back patiently, dying though he was to throw his arms around his old friend and welcome her to the rest of their lives. He wasn’t about to get between those kids and their grandmas-- both Leo and Aurora had been talking about little else for weeks.

With tears in her eyes, Taylor squeezed little Aurora as she came in for hug after hug, only letting anyone else get a look in when she latched on to Estela for a few seconds before switching again. Of Taylor and Estela’s five grandchilren, Aurora was the youngest, the only blonde of the bunch, and the one who most resembled Grandma Tay-- and not just physically. Their bond was especially tight; Aurora had been in floods of tears last time they’d said goodbye. There’d be less of that now. Of course, the trade-off was that Liv’s clan in San Trobida would become the family they’d have to fly to visit…. There was really no winning once one’s children spread their wings and put down roots away from the maternal nest; she and Estela could not be with all of them all of the time, however much they wanted to be.

“Hey, G’ma!” Leo took an opportunity to get a look in, putting an arm around his grandmother. He was as tall as her now-- how and when did that happen?

“How are you doing, sweetheart?” Taylor asked, and she had to crane her neck to kiss his head. Goddamnit, kid, stop growing so fast! “Have you been up to much while we were gone?”

“Mostly just school and stuff,” he said with a shrug. “Dad’s been giving me some guitar lessons, though.”

“You’re giving the drums a rest?”

Leo grinned, his dark eyes alight with the mischief of a kid with a penchant for making a lot of noise. “For now.”

With Leo soon back to the important business of kicking a ball up and down the beach with Georgie’s children, Niraea and Rauan, and Estela being shown the jewellery Aurora had made, Taylor exchanged hugs and greetings with Rosa and Homori. She found herself choking up as she looked over her daughter’s shoulder and into the world that had been the making of her… where she was truly home.

There was nowhere else I was ever going to wind up in the end, was there?

And there, meeting her eye, was Diego. What she didn’t owe that man…. Her smile broadened to match his, and with a kiss to Rosa’s hair, she stepped away.

“Where’s my hug, Diego? You finally got your way-- we’re here, and we’re here to stay!”

Diego laughed. “It was only ever a matter of time. I know you… and this is your happy place.”

She embraced him, then took his hand and squeezed, before raising their joined fingers to her face to wipe away those pesky tears.

“It’s really good to be home, you know? It’s really good to be home.”

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La Huerta, 2060

With a grunt, Diego sat down upon the sand. They hadn’t walked far from Elyys’tel. He was tired, the toll of the past few days being felt all over.

“I’m sorry,” Taylor said heavily. “I really am sorry. For your loss, and for being a pushy jerk when you plainly told me to give you space.”

Diego gave her a soft nudge with his shoulder. He’d needed to hear it, that apology. Things had been hard, as though every part of him was in conflict, and he’d been helpless but to let it all blow up inside him. He’d needed his best friend, but mostly he’d needed her to leave him the hell alone to work out his own head.

 “Hey, you got the message eventually. Took you long enough, but… I think I can forgive you. I know Varyyn has too.”

 A fall-out with Taylor had been the last thing he’d needed, but it was just that kind of a week. Of course, his father dying had to coincide with the most vital phase of Varyyn’s handing over the title of Elyyshar to Taari, and of course Taylor in full ‘fix everyone’s problems’ mode would come in all overbearing just when he needed to be left to process. Looking back, he could see how Taylor needed to feel as though she could help, to overcompensate for the helplessness she’d been battling over her daughter’s struggles back home.

Things had been rocky between them for a few days, but space had done its job. Sitting out there in the place where they each felt most themselves, feelings and fears could come tumbling out, for he was ready for it now.

“So, now it’s just Mama,” Diego was saying. “I have even less reason to go back-- I know she wouldn’t recognise me anyway. What would I say if she did? There’s nothing more I’m willing to apologise for; I’m not apologising for being me.”

“And you shouldn’t. Not ever.”

Diego looked into his friend’s face, desperately seeking comfort as he’d done countless times before. Any anger over how she’d behaved was gone; now he was ready to talk, and he just wanted that same old honest and loving support he trusted her to give… even when the conversation itself scared him half to death. What it could say about himself… the very man he was…. When he spoke again, the words came out rushed and fearful.

“My cousins will keep visiting… I know they will. But Mama’s going to be one of those tragic dementia patients sitting abandoned in a nursing home, her only kid having wiped his hands of her. It makes me feel just sick with guilt.”

“Hey,” Taylor said gently. She  tenderly brushed a lock of her behind Diego’s ear. Her heart ached for him. It was so damn unfair, but that, it seemed, was life sometimes. All she could do was listen. And actually listen this time. “You’re getting eaten up over someone who’s betrayed your trust, who’s had every chance to put the work in and heal things but chose not to. You still love your mom, but you love yourself more. That’s not abandonment by my reckoning.”

A tear rolled down Diego’s cheek. “Just… just feels different now. The roles are reversed, and she’s the one who needs looking after.”

Taylor frowned thoughtfully. “I wish I had the answers. I really do. A big part of me wants to tell you ‘screw that asshole, she made her bed and has to lie in it’, but you’re the one who’s going to have to be able to live with yourself. If living with yourself means spending some time with her, even just one visit to get closure, it doesn’t mean you’re just bowing down to the pressure she put on you all those years. Whatever you decide, do it for you.”

They quietly watched the waves roll in.

Diego found himself envying his friend. Taylor didn’t have a family, so they couldn’t hurt her. She’d never felt rejection-- certainly not from anyone who’d promised a lifetime of love. He always came back to Taylor, it just came naturally, but the flickerings of resentment reared their heads, even as the two of them stood shoulder to shoulder on the beach. How could she possibly have a clue?

He brushed away his tears. Of all the times he’d wished he was in Taylor’s shoes instead, it always came back to truth that he was proud of the man he’d become… and that man had been shaped by the life he’d lived and the people he’d loved-- whether they returned it or not.

And Taylor… cared for him. She loved him. So, he’d take her as the wonderful, flawed person she was and appreciate her presence in his corner, even when she botched the execution. At least she screwed up and then made amends, she wasn’t too proud to be wrong. In contrast, he didn’t think he could recall an instance of his mother owning up and apologising even once in his life….

Diego sighed loudly. No one else could decide this one for him. His decision… well, he’d already decided. He just had to find a way to forgive himself.

Getting to his feet, he held out a hand to pull Taylor to hers. Then, they continued their walk. They walked the well-trodden and yet constantly-changing strip between Elyys’tel and Catalyst’tel, bare feet in the shallows, the water pleasantly cool as the sun neared the horizon.

“I know who I am,” Diego said, after another long stretch of comfortable, if emotional, hush. I’m not a cruel person.”

“Cruel is the last thing you are,” Taylor said, soft but full of conviction.

Diego’s chin trembled. Sorry, Mama. This is me knowing what I’m worth.  “My head knows I can’t give Mama any more. My heart’s just going to need to learn to let go.”

They fell quiet once more.

“Sunset’s really pretty tonight….” Diego said quietly after a while. “Guess it’s not all doom and gloom.”

And in the morning… the sun would rise again.

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La Huerta, 2042

“I wanted to put something to you,” Taylor said nervously. “It’ll need you and Varyyn to sit with it a bit, so don’t worry about giving me an answer now.”

“That sounds… pretty ominous to be honest.”

This was supposed to be just a relaxing stroll along the beach before dinner, but Diego was immediately on alert for something big. Admittedly, Taylor had dropped some pretty gargantuan bombs on him in the past.

Taylor chuckled and shook her head. “Before you freak out-- we’d like you to be Rosa’s godfather. Or the agnostic equivalent anyway. Basically, if anything were to happen to ‘Stel and me, you and Liv would share custody of Rosa and take care of her together-- whether it’s here or back in San Trobida.”

Diego took it in with a nod, turning it over in his head. She was asking the world and giving the world… but was it her heart talking over her head?

“You don’t think-- I mean, I’m sure you’ve thought of this-- that in a worst-case scenario she’d do better with some of the guys in San Trobida who she’s got to know a bit more?”

Diego watched as his friend’s face crumpled before him. “I’m sorry-- I didn’t mean--”

Taylor turned away, wrestling with herself as emotion overcame her. “God, you don’t have to be sorry. It’s… it’s what Estela said initially too.” She looked back to Diego, her eyes rimmed with red. “It’s just different with you. What we have is special; I’ll never have a connection like that with another person. You’re my other home.”

“Is one not enough for you? Greedy cow,” Diego teased gently, but he wrapped Taylor in his arms as he did so, bringing her in so they were forehead-to-forehead. He got it. His deep sense of belonging with Varyyn didn’t take away the warmth and security he gleaned from the tight bond he had with Taylor. It was more like… a familial bond. They’d each grown and gone their separate ways, but a piece of their hearts resided with one another and always would.

“I would always, always be there for your girls,” he said.

“I know….” Taylor said shakily. “You’ve just been such an amazing ‘special uncle’ to Liv; it would be wonderful for Rosa, you know? She needs all the support systems we can give her.” She sighed, and gave a weak laugh. “It goes without saying, doesn’t it. I guess… I guess….”

As she trailed off, Diego considered her quietly. Taylor’s past year had been intense, and the distance between them had made it difficult for him to be the shoulder he wanted to be her. The bags under her eyes were telling, and the way she so clearly longed for closeness with him.

“It’s hardly a surprise… mortality being on your mind. What with the anniversary just been,” he said quietly.

Twelve months prior, Estela had been grievously injured in an attack by a young and brash admirer of the late General Salazar. Vastly more experienced in fighting as she was, Estela had managed to stave off mortal harm, but it had been far too close a shave for comfort. Miles and miles away, Diego had been there with Taylor, talking her through the terror and despair down a phone line. Of course, Jake flew a plane to bring him back to San Trobida as soon as he could, but he felt his isolation from the rest of the world in a way he rarely had before or since. His best friend had him now, though.

Taylor nodded, sniffing. “I thought I’d moved on from it. ‘Stel’s going strong. We actually needed a jolt to make us stop and really consider how we wanted the rest of our lives to look-- maybe we wouldn’t even have Rosi now if it wasn’t for the wake-up call. But it scared the absolute shit out of me.

“Obviously, I don’t think either of us are going anywhere, or we wouldn’t have even thought about adopting. It just sneaks up on me with how close we came. Life’s pretty fragile.”

“How are things going with Rosa?” Diego ventured gently. “Smooth sailing since we last talked?”

“She seems pretty happy, doesn’t she?” Taylor replied, fully aware of just how obvious her deflection was. But this was Diego, so she relented and shared. “I think security will come in time for her. Right now the threshold for meltdowns is really low-- the slightest hint of either of us using a stern tone with her or being disapproving in any way, and she goes to pieces.” She gave a dry little laugh. “Obviously I feel a complete asshole for ragging on Estela that first time it happened. Rosa barely gives us a reason to reprimand her in any way, she’s so desperate to please, but we’re human beings and we get frustrated.”

“Bet it makes you feel like absolute shit, though! Only human or not.”

Taylor met his eye and nodded again. “It’s a lot. I’m with her all day-- though we’re confident she’ll be ready to go to a real school next year-- and I’m hyper-aware of how she’s perceiving me. I’m pretty sure she is happy for the most part; her speaking’s come on in leaps and bounds, and there’s so much affection between us.” She gave a sad shrug. “I just wish so badly that she didn’t have that fear, that she knew with total certainty that she’s ours unconditionally. She doesn’t deserve to be scared like she is.”

“It’s just time, you know?” Diego said gently. “You did a pretty good job of convincing me you were unconditional, and I had even more years of baggage collected than Rosi does. Just… time.”

“Yeah….” Taylor’s shoulders slumped. There was no magic shortcut.

“I’ll come and pay you another visit-- soon. I want to stay with you a while; if what’s holding me back from saying yes is that Rosa doesn’t know me well enough, then we fix that. She’s basically my niece, and I already love her; we’re on catch-up compared to Liv at that age, but I’ll work on it ‘til we get there.”

A smile came to Taylor’s face, growing ever-broader.

“What?” said Diego, “I take it you’re on board with that? I don’t need to Airbnb it?”

Taylor couldn’t help but laugh. “Buddy, how long have you been out here? Airbnb went down the tubes years ago! And you know full well, if you come to San Trobida and stay anywhere other than the Casa Montoya, I will be mortally wounded.”

“Heh, well, I can’t have that.”

#endless summer #playchoices #diego soto #taylor montoya #estela x taylor #variego

[neverlookatthisblog]

Love island

A/N: I got super bored and I was on an love island binge and got really inspired to the point where I decided to make a story out of it I wanted to do like a mini series off of this but I’m not sure just know there is gonna be a part two with smut😏

Another note: In this it’s not y/n the character actually has a name so yea I’ve actually had this written for longer than you think but I just decided not post it until now and I didn’t proof read this either so- if there’s something i miss spelled or it doesn’t sound right mind your business!!!! 😭😭😭✋🏽

You used to watch love island with your family every week there was a new episode you were so excited when you got the call that you will be on love island

“Oh my godddd mir!!!!!” Your sister said excitedly

“I know I fly out there in a couple of days!!” You said it was true you had to fly out there soon because you we’re gonna be one of the new arrivals

On the plane ride you kept thinking about how awesome this was and you were excited if anything there was one boy that you did have interest in

And that was Jack

You thought he was cute

Watching him on the island you knew he’s the one you wanted to go for

When you got off the plane you weee met with a person driver he greeted you before putting you stuff in the trunk and opening the door for you

The ride was a little long but it was also peaceful

Once you got there you couldn’t believe it You knew that you weren’t going into the villa right away because they had the girls go out for drinks while the boys stayed and…. Did boy things

You did you introduction about your self while waiting you met two of the other girls

Bee and Abby

“Hii I’m mir nice to meet you girls” I said they both smiled

“Your really pretty” Bee said in her Australian accent

“Thank you so much” you said

“I fucking love your hair how did you do that” Abby said

You laughed You explained to her how you did my hair until it was time for you guys to go into the villa

All the girls were nervous but they pushed it aside walked straight in

“Heyy boys” bee shouted at them they all shouted

They walked over to them

You were a bit nervous but you were so happy because you finally get to meet Jack after crushing over him on tv

“Hey I’m mir nice to meet you all” you said they All smiled at you but one of them stuck out

“I can’t believe this is happening” Aj said he was a cute boy he had a fro a couple of tattoos

Eventually all the boys settled down you wanted to talk to him so bad you talk to bee about it

“Girl your in here for a reason I really think you should try and talk to him while the girls are still gone” she said and she was right you weren’t really gonna have time to talk to him with Diamond all over him

“Alright I’m gonna do it” you said she hyped you up about it you walked over to where he was sitting

“Can I sit” you said

“Sure” he smiled

“Hii I’m mir nice to me you” you said obviously he knew who you were because you already said that but you wanted to start a conversation

“Jack nice to meet you” you thought you we’re gonna melt he was so cute

“So how are things in here besides the obvious” I said

“I mean for me it could be better” he said

If one thing you’ve been keeping you know that diamond said she didn’t know how she felt about her and Jack she was playing with his feelings

Maybe you coming into the villa you would change things

“Look I’m gonna just be straight forward I came in here for you” I said

“Oh wow okay!!!” I nervously laughed

“Yea I’ve been watching and I know who I have my eye on” you said

“Well I’m open to try” he said smiling at you

Wanting to just kiss him so bad you knew you couldn’t because it’s really too early and you just met

“Well I’ll catch you later jack gonna go talk to more people” you said

You walked around getting to know the other boys there was Ben,Aj,mark,Alex ,and Jack

And honestly out of all of them you still wanted jack

You were talking with Alex when you heard the girls come back they all look puzzled to see three new girls talk to there men

One of the girls came running to you her name was Alison

“Omg welcome!!!” She said she was really sweet

“Thank you so much”

All the girls greeted you except the diamond she just stood there you got the impression and you already knew you wanted to try to talk to her and see for your self

“Heyy” you said

“Hi” she said kinda dry

“I’m mir nice to meet you” you said holding out your hand but she swiped it away

“Mhm” she said walking away

Unsuccessful if you ask me

The day went on it and night time began

You were sitting by yourself collecting your thoughts thinking about how this experience was gonna go you felt someone sit next to you looking over you smiled

“ so how has you experience in the villa been so far” jack said

“Ehh besides one of the girls not liking me” you paused for a second

“Good I’m liking it just a little bit” you said

“That’s great” but before he could say something somebody had gotta a text

“I GOT A TEXTTTT” they yelled

Jack and Mir both ran over to them

“Tomorrow all the boys will get a chance to talk to the 3 new girls

#newgirls #changingthegame” Alex said

You smiled you had been talking to Jack but you wanted to get to know him even more so going on a date with him and getting to know him was the perfect thing for you

#jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow concepts

[candy-crackpot]

So I finished Sailor Moon anime, manga and what is out in the Crystal adaptation and some thoughts:

- while I usually don't like it when anime studios change around stuff when they adapt a manga, Sailor Moon might be the exception for me. I think it benefited the anime greatly that Usagi as the focus of the series got decentralised and had her "reluctant to take on her role" part extended. Seeing her in such despair an distress, have her friends be frustrated with her and chastise her really made her feel like the child cracking under pressure she was and that only made her finding her courage the more compelling. And thanks to Usagi taking a bit of a step back from being in the spotlight the other characters got better fleshed out as individuals. From a mainly romance focused battle shojou female friendship came to the front and I have to say I had no idea I was so starved to see that

- the changes though made some parts and connections were a bit thin on the ground but I may be unbothered by it because I watched the anime first and then read the manga when I discovered that there are some alterations.

- ngl I binged through the manga so that may be one of the reasons why I feel a bit meh over it? For a classical and beloved series it appeared to have a lot of generic stuff I seen other places but that is precisely because many were inspired by this work and elevated it to mainstream

- Crystal is as close to 1:1 as possible and from season 3 on the animation is beautiful, fluid and bouncy, the music is nice - but damn the 90's anime was so damn good with its animation, its palette and the music just hits better?? The emotional parts feel much better delivered?? Each season had different music for the transformations, there was a sung theme song, how cool is that??

- Hoshino herself appears to be a fan of Sailor Moon, based on the Sailor Moon Timcanpy doodle and now I can see some inspirations she took for D.Gray-man: from the Death Busters arc the concept of levelling up, the Daimon Eggs, crystallisation and in the grander scheme of things Lenalee design and personality wise feels like a nod towards Usagi

So in the end it was a super fun ride and I can very much see why about 30 years later it is so well known and beloved. Hope D.gray-man gets to be that too one day.

[just-jordie-things]

(starting a new hc series)

JJK Characters as… *drum roll*

UNHEALTHY COPING MECHANISM

!!! Trigger warning for anyone who needs it, don't read further if you're easily triggered by unhealthy coping mechanisms!!!

(Bear with me, this is gonna be long)

1. Substance abuse -> Shoko

I think this goes without saying. Shoko smokes heavily, she is the one with the highest alcohol tolerance and drinks a lot. She does that to cope with every single one of her friends slowly dying away in front of her. And she, as the major doctor/healer in jujutsu society is unable to save any of them. I can’t blame her.

2. Avoidance and denial -> Satoru

This just kinda screams Gojo to me. Satoru had 11 years to stop Suguru during his crusade of killing non-sorcerers. But he didn’t do anything about it. It’s like he totally denied it happening. He avoided it all, he was just as delulu as we all are.

3. Self-harm -> Suguru, Megumi, Yuji

Especially during the time he lost himself, this is 100% Suguru, no one can tell me otherwise. I feel in his search for his way he would have definitely harmed himself, even if only to be able to control one single thing: the pain. I put Megumi on the list too because he strikes me as someone who would hide his depression and breakdowns well. He’d hide it so well that no one suspects anything, but that also means that no one is there when he needs someone, that’s why he’d turn to harm himself, in my opinion. Yuji is on here because of post-Shibuya. I feel especially with all the shit Sukuna pulled, Yuji just wanted something he could control, but he’d also do it as a means to punish himself.

4. Negative self-talk -> Megumi

This goes hand in hand with the previous one. Megumi had to deal with lots of tragedies in his life at a young age. No parents, taken in by a weird-looking white-haired “freak”, having immense inner turmoil especially when his sister fell into a coma, finding a new friend and having him die in front of him. He’s been through a lot and it’s caused him to sometimes blame himself, which then turned into him talking to himself negatively.

5. Emotional eating or binge eating -> Satoru

We all know Gojo has a sweet tooth, which initially started out as a means to stimulate his brain. But what y’all don’t know is that this guy binges whenever he is stressed. He’s an emotional eater. Whenever something’s bothering him he’s buying half the candy store and binging everything. He’s got a fast metabolism and trains a lot, which is why it’s not causing any weight gain. But that boy can eat more candy in a week than other people in a year.

6. Isolation -> Suguru, Satoru, Nanami, Megumi

Suguru, especially during his depressive episodes, isolated himself clearly. But even though he seems happier now that he found his way, sometimes he will still isolate himself, like when he watches the sunset alone with a hundred thoughts in his mind. He’s gotten so used to being alone and isolating himself that he’d never open up, even to close people. There’s only one person he would ever open up to. But the reason he didn’t was because he didn’t want to be seen as a burden. What Suguru doesn’t know is that Satoru developed a habit of isolating himself as well. He doesn’t have much choice. The only people from his friend group who are still around are Shoko and Nanami, both of whom have their own lives and struggles. Shoko was never as close to him as Suguru, and he feels guilty about talking to her about it because, after all, she was there too. Nanami saw Haibara die, he quit Jujutsu Society for years. Even if Satoru tries to be the funny, teasing, and annoying senior, he would never let Nanami inside his mind the same way as he did Suguru. Therefore isolation is his only consolation. Nanami didn’t open up to anyone in his office job, he learned from his jujutsu days that friendships are temporary cause you never know when someone leaves or dies. Even if the risk of dying in an office isn’t nearly as high as the one for sorcerers, he just never opened up to anyone. Megumi is kinda just obvious. The way he almost yells at Gojo for putting Yuji in the room next to him always bothered me. I mean why the hell would it annoy him so much? If Yuji wanted to hang out with him then he’d visit him regardless of where his room is. But Megumi was so against it, I think because he just isolates himself, and if no one is around, he can let out his emotions, which also adds to the self-harm thing.

7. Procrastination -> Yuji, Nobara

I don’t really have an in-depth hc about Yuji on this, he just gives me those kinda lazy procrastinating vibes. Same with Nobara. Out of all of them, these two just strike me as the procrastinating bunch.

8. Overworking -> Nanami, Megumi, maybe Satoru

We all know he hates overtime, but that wouldn’t stop him from overworking himself if there’s something he cannot healthily deal with. We all saw the bags under his eyes when he worked in the office as a salaryman. We all know that’s his go-to unhealthy coping mechanism. Megumi strikes me as the same. I feel that if he doesn’t isolate himself or harm himself, then he will train and overwork himself until exhaustion. Which would lead him to talk bad to himself because he wouldn’t meet some personal goal. Satoru is in there because just like Megumi I have the thought that he would overwork himself with training too much until he’s on the brink of exhaustion. He would never touch paperwork, but training-wise, he’d overwork himself. Also when he was a teenager and was sent out on all those missions alone. He’s the strongest even then, he had the chance to say no, but he said yes cause he overworked himself to deal with Amanai and what happened.

9. Aggression -> Satoru

I wasn’t too sure about it, but I keep remembering the feral Gojo episode and how he obliterated Hanami with sheer cursed energy. His personality changed so drastically in that episode and I feel it showed some of his true colors, not because that’s how he truly is, but because it was an outlet for him to get rid of his anger, frustration, and irritation. He strikes me as someone who, especially when fighting curses, would 100% let out all his buried anger. After Amanai he would let out all his anger and frustration during missions, often causing more damage than necessary while exorcising curses. After Suguru, it was the same thing. Even when told about Suguru’s crimes Satoru was so angry that he balled his fist until he bled.

10. Excessive screen time -> Yuji

This one is definitely Yuji, I mean he loves films and that’s also partly into the procrastination part. If he’s stressed, I feel, he would just put on some movies or binge a TV show just to get himself distraction and stop thinking about something. Partly also think of Satoru for that one.

~ Nanami Flowershop Anon

NONNIE THIS IS TOO GOOOD YOU HAVE GOTTA GET BACK INTO WRITING FULL TIME DUDE !!!! perfect evaluations. heartbreaking, but perfect. i'm blessed to have em in my inbox fr but pls if you ever write more stuff like this i'd love to see you posting and earning a following for it!! you deserve the notes !!

#nanami flowershop anon #jordie says stuff

[pjstafford]

A New Appreciation of Folie à deux (An X Files 30th Anniversary Blog)

Folie à deux is the 19th episode of the fifth season of The X Files.

The X-Files is simultaneously credited for influencing the development of long-form television through its story arcs and criticized for lacking continuity through the 12 seasons and two movies. Both things are valid. As an original viewer of the nineties, I did not always notice the lack of continuity because at least a week, sometimes years, passed between the airing of episodes that brought up continuity episodes. For instance, in season two Mrs. Scully tells Mulder the story of giving Scully her cross for her birthday, and in the fifth season Scully remembers receiving it for Christmas. In my original 90s watch as it aired, I understood the significance of Scully's cross by the fifth season but did not remember the exact story details told in the second season. In today's binge culture, the lack of continuity becomes more apparent. Yet one of the reasons I keep rewatching The X-Files is because it lends itself so well to binge-watching. This is because of details we might have missed in previous watches.

By watching Folie à deux just a day after watching The Pine Bluff Variant I noticed that Mulder's fingers were still bandaged as they had been in The Pine Bluff Variant when his fingers were broken while being tortured in an interrogation. Throughout The X Files series, the agents are routinely shot, scratched, bruised, suffer broken bones, and, unless the episode is a two-parter, appear the next episode apparently completely recover. The injuries or events that are referred to in later stand-alone episodes are notable. Why, then, does Mulder have his fingers bandaged in this episode?

@colcrosbie on Twitter suggested that the actor, David Duchovny, had injured his fingers and that's why they were bandaged in both episodes. From an interview with John Shiban who wrote The Pine Bluff Variant, there was specific discussion over which fingers should be broken in that episode which discounts that suggestion. However, @CatherineGlins2 shared the Vince Gilligan-written script for Folie à deux with me and, in fact, it mentions nothing about Mulder's fingers being broken. So, it is possible that David Duchovny injured the same fingers in between the shooting of the episodes. If so, it is a fortunate coincidence. One other note on the version of the script I read and the episode as it aired is that the reason Mulder is distressed by the assignment to do a risk assessment is that he is currently investigating crop circles. He will later investigate crop circles in a seventh-season episode written by Gillian Anderson, but it is not mentioned in this episode.

The Pine Bluff Variant and Folie à deux are stand-alone episodes that do not seem to be related. However, seeing the episodes so closely together and noting that Mulder's fingers are bandaged changed and enhanced my appreciation of the episodes. In The Pine Bluff Variant, Mulder is under-covered infiltrating a terrorist organization. This means he is in considerable danger and keeping the secret at the beginning of the episode from his partner, Scully. He has to pretend to sympathize and cooperate with the group including participating in a bank robbery and, in addition to his fingers being broken in interrogation, is asked to kneel with his hands behind his head in anticipation of an execution-style death. He hears the gun sounds, but he is not the one killed. He sees the person that has been killed beside him. These are traumatic events.

In Folie à deux, Mulder is upset at being assigned a risk assessment at a call center where an employee has threatened violence due to "monsters". He feels his time is being wasted and is distressed at being seen as the "monster" investigating agent. This has always struck me as a very odd response from an agent that has easily deflected any insults at being called "spooky" in previous episodes. In his rant to Scully about why he is upset, he rubs his forehead for several minutes and the injury from the previous episode to his fingers becomes visible. I was instantly reminded of everything he had experienced in the previous episode and realized that it was probably too soon to have him working in the field. The fact that he tells Scully she does not need to come with him might be further evidence that he is experiencing some Post Traumatic Stress and trying to distance himself from a support structure (not an uncommon response to PTS). Then, once again, Mulder is put into the position of being taken hostage, his life is put in danger, and he sees someone shot in front of him. While he handles this experience admirably, afterward Scully tells him he looks exhausted and, instead of Mulder resting from this trauma, he doesn't sleep, and believes that monsters and zombies have taken over the call center. He makes a map of the call center supervisor's movements throughout the years and when he enters the gunman's apartment we see the same map. Even though we see the monsters, at the point where Mulder is hospitalized and restrained, we might believe we are seeing Mulder's delusions and that he has, in fact, finally snapped.

Remembering the events of The Pine Bluff Variant even helps us understand why Scully is reluctant to fully examine the body of the victim shot by the gunman during the hostage situation. Scully is the skeptic in episode after episode but is generally willing to examine the evidence. In The Pine Bluff Variant, she is removed from the work that Mulder is doing undercover and not working beside him in the same way and, then, is told by Mulder initially in this episode that she does not need to go with him. While in both episodes her need to protect Mulder is prominent, her trust in him wavers. Even at the end of this episode, after Scully has seen a zombie and a monster and has saved Mulder's life and there is reason to believe that Mulder was correct based on the missing supervisor and several employees of the call center, she still tells Skinner that it is a case of Folie à deux. She no longer trusts herself or Mulder at this point.

For me, whatever the logistical reason behind Mulder's fingers being bandaged, watching these two episodes close together and seeing this small continuity between the episodes gave me a new appreciation of both episodes.

This is the thirtieth anniversary of The X-Files Series. There are two fan events planned. While I, unfortunately, will not be attending those events, I will post occasional blogs about the series during my watch to commemorate the anniversary of this series.

#xfiles #the x files #david duchovny

[monstrouslyobsessed]

still working on a thing and ima try and throw up another concept or hc later today tomorrow~now ima answer some asks < 3

tw: n'sfw subjects, kink talks, pregnancy(-related) mentions

What blogs and writers(ones that do dark romance stuff) do you recommend? —anonymous

i get this question a lot tbh, i should think about adding to faq, but uhhhhh, depends on what you're looking for. original or fandom? most of my mutuals, friends, and writers i liked/found write genshin, jojo, and other popular fandoms.

if original works only, i haven't found many, no, and tumblr ain't great with their rec feed (99% time they're fandom only).

@dear-yandere (she's not active, but i love her works sm) made a post you can look through! linky link

Favorite kinks to write in your opinion? —anonymous

uhm, i'm sure you can tell with most of my works lol but ig i can explain why i like a certain few. rest tho, i just like them lol

pregnancy / pregnancy sex / oviposition, im actually a touch tokophobic irl, but in writing, its not so much on for children (they're cute though) but because it's the near-total loss of control over one's body, if that makes sense. as its my thing to write the darling losing control to their possessive spouse, pregnancy is one of my go to.

monster dick(s), because we could use some variety in our d's lol human d's is good too though ofc

stomach bulge / cumflation, p similar to pregnancy in some ways, the darling loses the sense of losing their body to the other. (pseudo?) body destruction, really.

size differences, because i want to be picked up and be carried sometimes

yeah, most of the kinks i listed here had to do with the loss of control.

YES I CAN U BACK DEAR 💕💕💕💕 —anonymous

that was painful;; so glad to be back!! 💕

Yoo have you seen the movie called the descent? If you have, what do u think of the monsters!! —anonymous

uhmmmm, the name didn't ring a bell...google time!

oh waittttt, i vaguely remembered this one. this was based on dante's inferno, wasnt it? after checking the monsters, yes hi.

i prefer they'd bathe first though lol but i'd be down for them! pretty simplistic in design, reminded me of buffy the vampire slayer's vampires, actually! think buffy was one of the earliest monsters i can remember really liking as a wee lad.

So, have you read the Neonomicon? I saw it on one of your posts. I actually read the thing online and I immediately fell in love with the Deep One too despite the noncon. Is that weird? —anonymous

are you referring to the one i did where the darling had to watch the world burn in the palm of cthulhu?

thats the only one i can recall of ever doing, but on reading the neonomicon, no! you're talking about the comic series one? i don't generally read american comics because of how weird they organized their issues, but if its not long and good, then i'll be happy to check it out!

and nah, not weird at all imo. humans are drawn to things we simply don't understand, and as long as you are not harming yourself or anyone else, its fine to indulge. we all find appeals in certain things others don't and that's perfectly normal. most of the monsters i liked as a kid were actually violent and murderous so.....yeah. im literally one of the last people who should judge you , dear nonnie.

just know that youre far from being alone though! heck you'll find many n'sfw artworks and other contents of the deep ones and other monsters if you know where to look.

Dude I've been binging all your pyramid head works and I love them sm!! Would u be writing more for him in the future? —anonymous

mmmaybe? like i do have a couple of ideas, but nothing too concrete. one idea involved the reader being, well, the mother of monsters and the butcher would probably become more monstrous over time because of the silent hill related plot reasons. thing is, the reader wouldn't know there were changes at all, being too addicted to the butcher's to pay attention. I'm being very vague on this one because...idk how to communicate the story yet, if at all.

the other one might involve incest though, because of the monsters the reader birthed cooperating with the butcher, under the god's order. this one is just...a concept more than anything though because tentacles are fun.

otherwise, its just straight pron with the butcher. I'm glad you liked him tho! &lt;3

now to work on things...inbox is always open tho~!

#ghosts are curious.👻 #☠️not writing... #anonymous #asked #answered #☠️monster is whispering... #a momster's recommendation.🦇 #long post

[that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction]

Hello, random ask, why do you think that a pretty character with bad personality is famous in the fandom (epsecially anime/manga)? Yes, one of them (that I mean) is Gojo Satoru from JJK. Do you watch or read the series?

So 4 months ago, I'm not into the fandom, but my friend made me watch it with them, so I binge watch s1, the movie, then s2, and now I'm one of Gojo fan and SatoSugu shipper (even if I'm late)... Sorry for the rambling, feel free to just ignore my silly ask.

I'm also into Merlin BBC kinda late, just in 2022, when I first watch it. At first I thought it will be hard to find Merlin fan blog (because the show ends in 2012 or 2013), how wrong I was. Thanks to you @that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction I can be more understanding of their characters, especially Merlin and Arthur's dynamics. Thanks for sharing your posts.....

So I haven’t seen much of jjk, I watched the first few episodes while I was very medicated in hospital last year (I’m okay) so I don’t remember much of it. I need to rewatch it at some point, from what o do remember it was pretty good.

As for the character archetype, I’m honestly not sure. Usually the characters tend to have more than just the bad personally, think Denki in MHA and Mineta, Mineta is just there for the “comedy” of being a perv where Denki doesn’t take it too far, backs off when told (when he asked Uraraka out and accepted her rejection) and has more than just that to his character, and Gojo was a mentor or something, wasn’t he? I can’t remember enough to comment on him.

But anyway, that’s not always the case, I can’t think of any examples off the top of my head while I’m on Merlin brainrot but I know there are some. SAO, SOTE and possibly Beastars (I’ve only heard from friends on that one) probably have some interesting characters that have varying levels of morality and reasons. Other times, they’ve got a tragic backstory that people can relate to, MHA villains or harlequin, also assassination classroom characters for example.

Personally, I’ll overlook a bad character aspect if it’s only like 10-20% of the personality, any more than that and I can’t get myself to like them, but that’s just me and it’s different for everyone based on their own opinions and a bunch of other things. I don’t pretend to understand people, I really don’t.

My thing with character analysis is that in media, I can see all aspects of the character. I can go back and analyse parts and sit watching situations for as long as I need to work out whatever I want to work out. In real life, or when it comes to real people rather, I’m lucky to get anything about a person from the types of interactions you get in fandom spaces so I can’t really speak for other peoples opinions on characters or why they have them.

I’ve seen people who feel the same about Morgause and Morgana despite them having entirely different personalities and reasons for their varying levels of dubious morality, I’ve seen people heavily stan Meliodas from seven deadly sins and say he’s “just flirting” while others will not like that part of his personality but like him overall.

Mostly, I’ll just live and let live. As long as discussions aren’t hostile and everything is kept respectful, different opinions than my own are what keep fandom spaces (and conversations in general) interesting so I’m always interested to hear what people think.

And as for coming into Merlin late, welcome, happy to have you here. I only started watching 2020, rewatched a few (understatement of the decade) times since, and joined the fandom mid to late last year but the fandom is still going strong. It’s definitely one of my favourite fandoms, so I’m glad it’s growing.

#ask me anything #bbc merlin #jjk #seraph of the end #assassination classroom #sword art online #morgana #seven deadly sins #i’m bad at tagging #mha denki #my hero acedamia #long post #ramblings #mha villains #arthur pendragon #merlin #I’m sure I’m forgetting a few tags here but I’m tired so it’s fine

[this-is-an-open-letter]

what do you think of Teen Wolf? I was in the fandom when the show was airing and its very beloved but also fans took a lot of issue with it as well especially the movie that just came out

Full disclosure I only decided to watch the show because of Stiles and Lydia, particular because I kept seeing that scene from the movie where Lydia explains why she broke up with Stiles and the way Holland delivered it absolutely broke me.

I had seen stuff between them in previous years when the show was still on but never attempted to watch it, but then a Stiles/Lydia fan vid came up on my YouTube page and detailed their whole story from season 1 to 6 + the movie and I was just very compelled by the acting.

Overall the show is...okay. I understand why it peaked the way it did in its earlier seasons, lot of shirtless men and very cool badass female characters but the relationship side of the show really struggled and when you binge a show you can see where the gaps are, where the holes in storylines aren't being picked up.

The mythos of the show was really cool though, they did something pretty different in terms of the mythology that usually surrounds Werewolves. Actually pleasantly surprised they didn't bring in Vampires and Witches as that's usually the trifecta.

But truthfully what they did with Stiles and Lydia is just a head scratcher. For 6 seasons these two were circling each other and only kissed twice! Once because he was having a panic attack - and never discussed or even alluded too ever again and then in the first part of season 6 where Dylan was gone for the majority of the season because of Maze Runner / injury and then he's gone again and you never see him again until the series finale where he and Lydia barely acknowledge their relationship. I just never understood why the writers waited so long. Everyone knew they were endgame. I recall reading that Jeff wanted to ensure Stiles and Lydia had a real friendship before they moved it forward, which is great, but that Friendship was fully built by season 3. Just feels like a complete missed opportunity to give both characters more depth.

Overall I enjoyed the show enough - Malia is the only 'new' character that I liked despite the fact that they gave her very little to do outside of always wearing short shorts for no reason and sometimes providing comic relief. Missed opportunity because she was very fun to watch,

#teen wolf #am I too old and too many years out that watching the show was a bad idea? #the way a ship can consume you and convince you to do something that you'll already know you wont like how it ends #stiles and lydia #asks