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rrickgrrimes8 · 3 years

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I’ve Got You ~ Mitch Rapp

Mitch marched into the room - masculinity shrouding every inch of his toned body. Unknowingly to him her attention immediately switched to his presence as soon as he entered. Her eyes lingered and mismerised his entire body - from his chocolate orbs to his flexed bicep - awe and arousal oozed off of her.

If she wasn't in the midst of her own conversation believe me she would be drooling a river over him. "So, (y/n), I would like you to train with someone else - perhaps one of the higher tiers. I don't think that it is working out between you and I. I think you need more of a challenge." Her trainer, Daniel, informed wearing a friendly childlike smile.

Since she started this training program at her gym the employees there which also happen to be all men underestimated her abilities and strength. So because of their ignorance and blatant misogyny they paired her with the - said in the nicest way possible - weakest dude in the whole place. Don't get me wrong Daniel is a good guy and is now a great friend to (y/n) but they clearly aren't the best pair due to the clear superiority of (y/n).

"Yeah... yeah sure who?" She muttered kind of dreading the fact that she would have to leave the only friend she made in this place for probably a disgusting sexist pig. "Ugh well I have no clue who it is but you're meeting him in..." Daniel paused checking his watch, "right now." He smiled sweepingly but the nerves in (y/n) just stared to settle in and a hurricane of anxiety bombarded her. She had never been good with new people let alone people that already see her as a inferior.

"What?! I-I can't do it now. I should have time to prepare -you know like about two weeks and I'll be ready." She informed hopefully but was met with the familiar sound of Daniels chuckle. "Oh c'mon you'll be okay. You need to get out of your comfort zone anyways then maybe you'll get up enough courage to ask out walking muscle man." She shook her head ferociously before breaking out into a burst of laughter at the nickname 'walking muscle man.'

"Excuse me what the hell is a walking muscle man?" (Y/n) chuckled into the palm of her hand while Daniel gave her an amused look. "You know who I am mean (y/n)." He insisted but she shook her head. Daniel leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "Mitch." Her face immediately darkened at the mention of him.

How did Daniel know about my obsession? Is it that obvious? Who else knows? Does everyone know? These thoughts swam around her head like fishes in a tank. Her cheeks were basically inflamed and the nervous tick she had adapted from her childhood of tapping her foot has returned.

"W-what are you talking about?" She whispers back fear evident in her question. "Oh don't act dumb I know you like him. It's pretty obvious." She groaned. "It is?"

"So you admit him?" Daniel clapped back causing (y/n) to fall into a deeper pit of embarrassment. "Oh god." She said burying her head into her hands. "Oh yes." Daniel smiled content with the fact he finally got it out of her.

Daniel had caught on to the fact whenever Mitch ever entered a room her attention was drawn to him regardless of what she is doing at the time - which includes them being in the middle of a boxing match which happened many times and believe him never ends well. He also caught on to the many times she attempted to go up to him and introduce herself but quickly ran away before he noticed.

"Is it really that obvious?" She complained. "Not to anyone but me. You see sweetheart I know you very well indeed and I know for a fact that you cannot take your eyes off of him." Daniel paused looking around the room. "And from the looks of it neither can he." (Y/n)'s head shot up at his comment and furrowed her eyebrows.

"W-what?" Daniel laughed at her like he had been doing for the entirety of their conversation. To say the least it seemed that he was enjoying this little matching making session a little to much for (y/n)'s liking. "Don't look now but a certain Mitchy moo is looking right at you." He said nodding over to where Mitch was stood.

(Y/n) didn't hesitate to shoot her head over to where he pointed and as soon as she did she was met with Mitchs familiar pair of dreamy eyes. As soon as (y/n)'s gaze hit his his head instantly pulled down avoiding her at all cost. "And you looked anyway." Daniel sang. "Shut up." She replied sticking her tongue out at him.

"Oi (y/l/n) aren't you supposed to be training right now?!" Someone bellowed from the other end of the room. "Shit." The (y/h/c) girl collected all of her stuff recklessly and ran off to where she usually had her training sessions but obviously now she wouldn't be so kindly blessed with his presence but now instead she is going to have to do the worst thing imaginable- socialise.

She entered her little room of the gym and placed her stuff down ordering it as best as she can. "Finally I didn't think you'd show up." A deep almost intimidating voice acknowledged her. Usually she wouldn't be so panicked just by one voice but now it panicked her beyond belief knowing who that voice belonged to. Mitch. "I-oh right oh s-sorry was caught with...-"

"With chatting with your boyfriend?" Mitch interrupted coldly while strapping the straps in his boxing gloves. "W-what? Boyfriend? Never!" She spluttered still not facing Mitchs way scared of what kind of shade of red her face had formed this time. "You know very well who I am talking about (y/l/n). I went out there and saw the two of you so don't act dumb. It's not a good look on you or at least I would say that if I could actually see your face but alas it seems that you have lost the ability to face someone other than the guy your fucking." He spat causing (y/n)'s jaw to drop and her eyes slightly water at the tone of his voice - which may I add reminded her of the trauma she came her to overcome.

"T-the guy I'm fucking? I don't understand M-Mitch." She heard Mitch let out a heavy stressful sigh which she guessed was probably accompanied with an eye roll or two. "God you can't be serious." He laughed humourlessly as if it was obvious who he was talking about.

(Y/n) stayed silent waiting for him to actually form a sentence that didn't ask for more questions than answers. "Daniel." He muttered causing (y/n) to spin around a little to fast causing her to begin to fall down. The girl closed her eyes preparing for the hard impact of the ground but instead was embraced by a pair of toned arms.

"I've got you." He whispered as she opened her (y/e/c) eyes. "I'm not dating, fucking or even thinking about Daniel in that way. I never have and certainly never will. He's just a friend." She reassured him despite not understanding why it mattered so much to him that he need some reassurance.

The words brought a small curve to his plump lips as he held the (y/b/t) girl softly. "Why do you care, Mitch?" (Y/n) finally said breaking the silence that had formed between the pair. "B-because I think I like you." She smiled at him disregarding the feeling that this might be a trick or some sort of weirdly realistic dream and she started to lean in. As their lips inched closer and closer she could tell Mitch was become more anxious by the second.

Just when their lips were about to join Mitch let go. (Y/n) fell back first onto the flooring and surprisingly Mitch accidentally fell too - on top of her. "What the actual fuck, Mitch?" She snapped feeling as if the dream that she was about to experience was completely ripped away. (Y/n) pushed Mitch off of her and sat up waiting for some sort of explanation.

"I-I'm s-sorry." Mitch said not even making a move of getting up but instead completely giving up and just laid there - heart broken. "I thought you said you liked me." The now sat upright girl spoke timidly the tears building up rapidly. "I do." The broken man admitted. "Then why did you let go?"

"I'm scared." (Y/n) was shocked with his confession clearly not expecting the great Mitch Rapp to admit when he's scared of something but now the question is - what? "Scared of what Mitch? Of me?" She asked fear dripping from every syllable.

"Yes! No! Maybe! Kinda! I don't know (y/n). I don't know anything except that I like you and I'm scared." Mitch bursted his hands subconsciously running through his dark hair. (Y/n)'s eyes narrowed in on me hoping for a better explanation than what he had shown so far.

"I-i lost someone. Someone really important to me- someone I loved. A-and now I have to figure out a way to understand how to get by without her. Looking at what am I now compared to three months back I'm better, yes, but not fixed. And with you despite not even having a conversation I feel at peace and sometimes when I just watch you train or eat lunch or anything I sometimes forget about that person. And that makes me hate myself. Then when I almost kissed you that made the hate I have inside overflow." Mitch paused looking over at the teary eyed girl.

"I-it just feels like I'm falling. Like I'm falling from the tallest building I've ever seen and no matter how long I fall for I never hit the ground and you have no idea how much I wanna hit the ground. But I also know if I do hit the ground then I'll lose myself and all the steps I have taken to change from that broken person I was. I want to hit the ground because I want to stop falling but maybe instead of meeting the ground maybe I need someone to catch me. I know I need someone to catch me. So I'm scared hell im petrified b-because I think that person might be you." Mitch concluded his voice cracking at different points and his eyes wouldn't dare to look at her anymore not after the amount of over sharing he just did.

He closed his eyes ready to attempt to settle his thoughts thinking that maybe (y/n) had just left due to the shock bomb he had just dropped on her until a pair of soft perfect lips landed on his. He immediately kissed back grabbing the sides of her face deepening the kiss of that was possible. (Y/n) pulled away causing him to reluctantly open his eyes to see her red and puffy ones.

"I've got you."

#mitch rapp x y/n #mitch rapp angst #mitch rapp imagine #mitch rapp x reader #mitch rapp #dylan obrien imagine #dylan o’brien #dylan obrien #angst

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smartguyreviewed · 4 years

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2x6 - Trial and Error

Original air date: Oct 15, 1997

Okay, so we begin this infuriating episode with Floyd coming home and calling out for his biological children. None of them are home. Except for Mo. Mo broke into the house. No, seriously. He broke into the house and started eating somebody’s leftovers. Now in any other case, this would warrant a passionate ass whooping and a call to the parents of this child because what the fuck are you doing so wrong to have your son breaking into houses and not stealing anything except for food? However, this is sitcom world and Floyd just seems more annoyed than anything since Mo is always there anyway.

Mo tells Floyd he needs to be more careful about locking the windows. So linebacker ass Mo really needed to eat and somehow oozed through a window just to get food? Ok, I take back what I said about him needing his ass kicked. Mo is clearly malnourished even though he’s huge. His parents must be poor and therefore can’t afford to feed him. Holy shit was that dark. Moving on.

Food and TJ’s brain are the reasons for his crime. His parents are going to kill him if he brings home another D. This is really helping me build a theory that Mo’s parents are abusive, so let’s assume his parents are literal this time about the kill thing. Floyd then realizes that Mo’s punishment would equal him not being over again to eat up their food and casually break in so he tells Mo that TJ joined the Marines. Nice, Floyd.

Just then, the rest of Floyd’s flock comes in babbling about who got what part in a play. TJ is naturally upset because he wanted a bigger role, still not getting used to the idea that he’s a 10 year old and unless he’s playing the role of a character with dwarfism, it wouldn’t make sense for him to have a huge part. TJ storms off in a huff. Typical TJ things.

The next day, everyone is atwitter over a test from their more over it than Lisa Simpson teacher. This man wants all of his students to fail. He hates his students. He’s a teacher and yet he hates teaching. Maybe this is the wrong profession for you, bruh? And it’s evident his ‘over it’ level is on a million from the way he comes in and tells his class to “get ready to hate me.” The deadpan, dry delivery was funny though.

His first task is to give his students an assignment so hard that even he doesn’t know all the answers. Um, why? If you don’t know the answers, how are you gonna grade the tests? Isn’t this just creating more work for you, someone who already hates his job? Why the fuck does Piedmont hire such bad teachers and faculty, dammit?

Even TJ is intimidated by this test! Mo asks Mr. Bringleman why stuff from another chapter he previously said wouldn’t be on the test is on the test. He simply says he lied. This man is evil. I hated teachers who did that bitch ass shit. Yes, I only studied for what you said was going to be on the test because I have other classes too, ya know. I’m a teenager, not a machine!

I’m just gonna call him Mr. B for the rest of this review because fuck this most likely racist white man. His ass was listening to the boys talking about how hard the test was and then Mo says he wishes he could do to Mr. B what he does to all of them. Mr. B asks if he’s threatening him and Mo stammers. Then Mr. B insults his intelligence by asking if he ever has a complete thought. Before he can even fix his mouth to call him the N word, not Linda Ellerbee shows up to see what’s going on. Oh yeah, and she’s the new principal. She’s the third one so far and this is only the first half of the second season.

Anyways, she needs someone to cover a class and outright forces him to do it. Ha-ha. When the boys laugh at him, Mr. B says he’s going to grade Mo’s test. Nice, I just love seeing teachers bully students.

At the play rehearsal, TJ is still campaigning for a lead role. Mackey has to be the one to humble him, asking for duct tape. Marcus’s play related arc in this episode is pursuing acting seriously in case music doesn’t work out. His part has no lines so he’s trying to act with his face. He can just feel the SAG membership card in his hands.

Just then, Yvette bursts in wearing a Prince-inspired outfit and lets everyone know there was a fire in the chem lab. Dun du--pause. Why the fuck is she telling everyone? Wouldn’t they have had a fire drill? Are there no fire alarms in this blasted school? How the fuck did nobody know about it or smell smoke and why is Yvette bursting in like the town crier in this Purple Rain ass outfit???

All the students are happy until Linda Ellerbee hands Mo his charred playbook and asks him to come into her office. Dun dun dun. Later we find out that Mo was expelled. Because he is an abused child who only feels safe at the Hendersons, Mo has once again broke into their house and begun working out in their garage. Floyd is over it.

TJ comes home and talks to Mo. He is sad to learn that nobody thinks he’s innocent but says that TJ has to believe him because he has the “wide-eyed innocence of a child.” He follows this up with shitty examples of kids trusting adults who end up being assholes. Once they finally get on a good example, TJ is able to see that Mo is innocent and decides to help Mo get back into school.

The next day, TJ is in the principal’s office waiting for Linda Ellerbee. She has mice in her office because Piedmont is the worst public school ever and is resorting to playing the Spice Girls to get them out. Is that supposed to be a diss to the Spice Girls? Fuck anyone who disses the Spice Girls.

Sis is not budging when it comes to letting Mo back in the school. Sounds like a job for TJ’s cuteness and persistence! He gets her to agree to a mock trial where Mo would have to come back to the school. I...whatever. Order in the courtroom!

TJ is Mo’s defense. The opposinjg side calls Marcus to the stand so we already know this will end in disaster. It takes less than a minute for Marcus to admit that Mo threatened Mr. B. Ugh! Stupid Marcus. But he doesn’t even do the worst on the stand. Mo actually manages to fuck it all up! Marcus and TJ are trying to paint Mo out to be, what the kids today would call it, a “punk ass bitch.” Rather than play along and accept it, dumb ass Mo puts his stupid, fragile masculinity ahead of his chance to get back into school and says that he follows through on all threats. Once he realizes his gaffe, he immediately sits his ass down. Yvette is annoyed.

Vice principal Millitch, who will later replace Linda Ellerbee in one of the only sensical things I’ve seen regarding Piedmont, qualifies that Mo’s playbook was found at the scene next to Mr. B’s burnt gradebook. It was nice knowing ya, Mo. We know how the legal system works.

So then the loser teacher gets on the stand and tries to make it seem like he doesn’t intentionally make his students suffer by giving them ridiculously hard tests and lying about what’s even going to be on the test. To him, Mo is just a stupid, violent nigger so of course he’d want to commit a crime instead of studying harder. And then he lays it on thicker by insulting his intelligence again, explaining what the word combust means in the most smug ass, irritating way. It’s fucked up upon re-watch but at least it’s super realistic how predominately black public schools get racist white teachers often. They’re usually there for the tuition reimbursement.

TJ is now realizing that he may not be able to help Mo out of this jam. While eating dinner, Yvette comes in and apologizes for her lateness, saying the trial is over and now the school can continue with the play rehearsals. She tells an adamant TJ that Mr. B, also assuming the trial’s conclusion, was chain smoking cigarettes and humming “Don’t Worry Be Happy.” Floyd is appalled at the latter. TJ’s gears begin shifting. Side note but doesn’t Mr. B just look like a miserable ass teacher who smokes in the classroom?

TJ and Mo break into the school. Geez, so much trespassing in this episode! Mo isn’t even worried about being caught because what are they gonna do, “expel him from college?” Slapstick ensues while TJ collects samples from the gradebook. Mo, on the other hand, is battling a mouse trap. I was super high when I watched this last night but this scene had me in stitches. Omar Gooding is really good with physical comedy. Look, even TJ gets stuck to him when they’re leaving! Priceless!

At court the next morning, TJ calls Mr. B to the stand. He brilliantly examines him and exposes him for smoking in the classroom, which was the actual cause for the fire. This man is fucking evil! He was actually about to get away with very possibly ruining a teenager’s life until a fucking 10 year old stepped in and dug deeper. He could have seriously gotten him disowned by his parents, making him homeless, forcing him to turn to the streets for survival. All because he’s an asshole and didn’t have the heart to own up to what he did. Hell, it’s fucking Piedmont! I’m sure they would have kept him!

Seeing as he just gets sent to Linda’s office, he’s most likely getting a slap on the wrist and paid vacation leave. Oh well. Also frustratingly realistic. At least Mo isn’t expelled anymore. Too bad Mo’s unwashed hands are still sticky when he shakes the principal’s hand and the joke continues.

At the end, Marcus gets bumped up to the illustrious Juror #2. Gotta love a true thespian! Case dismissed. Bring out the dancing lobsters.

Things I noticed:

- Stinky Steve is Mr. B’s defense.

- Piedmont has no respect for their students’ time. The mock trial began at 8am. Assuming that their school day begins at 9am, I bet the play participants probably hate TJ for forcing them to get up an hour earlier than normal, on top of having to do the play after school.

#tj henderson #smart guy #tahj mowry #yvette henderson #essence atkins #john marshall jones #marcus henderson #jason weaver #stinky steve #sister sister #morris tibbs #mo tibbs #omar gooding #floyd henderson

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nachohypno · 4 years

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William and the demon Ch.2 - The demon reveals himself

That night, however, I heard someone entering my room by the window, I moved in my bed, trying to appear asleep.

"I know you're awake, you snore when you sleep" Wait... what? I opened my eyes and there was Kevin!

"What the hell? What are you doing here? How did you get in?"

"Wow slow down, man! I just walked in through the front door, your mom opened"

I looked at my clock next to my bed. "It's 3 AM! She's probably asleep right now!" Kevin laughed.

"Well, you got me there. Hehe. I don’t know why I thought that would be believable” He sat on my desk chair across the room. He was really chilled about the fact he just broke into my room, which made me a lot more uncomfortable with this situation as I was about to scream.

However, he started talking again. “Let me explain since the beginning, because this secret thing is driving me nuts. Thing is, I'm not actually human. I’m a demon, bro”

My eyes widened as he continued to talk like it was something normal "And before you start to scream or call for help, I'll tell you that I already made your family think that's not true and that we are best friends" Damn, I didn't stand a chance against him either, so I just sat in my bed and looked at him. Was he on drugs? He could be dangerous, and I was defenseless, in my underwear. I better play along

"Cool, glad you decided to not scream. Look at the good side, you've got a new demon best friend! Isn't that great?"

"Man, it's scary as fuck. And what do you mean by ‘best friend’? I barely know you!"

"It... has its advantages. I think I’ve already figured you out Will"

"What do you mean with-" But he shushed me and continued.

"Well, us, demons, have the power to bend reality to our will, with limits of course but still we can have fun. Remember I told you I made your family think we're best friends? That was a little 'demonstration' " He laughed at his own pun.

"But, why me? What if I don't want to befriend you?" Then, realization hit me. “What did you do to Derek?!”

He seemed to ignore my question "Man, others would die for the chance to befriend a demon (and they actually do), but what's fair is fair. Some high ranks demons wanted to have some fun with your class, but it appears that they couldn't mess with you to cause a... big disaster, for calling it some way"

"What do you mean-" But he shushed me again. It was getting annoying, and I wanted to punch his face. “No, you’re not going to shut me up. I want answers, right now!”

He sighed “Why humans have to be so nosy?”

“Excuse me? You’re messing 'supposedly' around with my friend; I have the right to know!”

“Alright. Let me explain what happened with Derek. He just… asked me a favor. He wanted to be as cool as I was, and I just gave him the perfect make over.”

“But what about his personality? Did you… bent reality to change him?”

“DING DING DING! WE’VE GOT A WINNER LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! Will you let me explain now?” I sighed and nodded.

"Good. So, they sent me to investigate you, and that's boring man, not even I want to do it, so let's make my stay here more fun for both of us, alright?" He then extended his hand for a shake, I looked at him a bit confused

"You promise you're not going to harm me, or my friends, in any way?"

He lifted his other hand "Demon Scout promise"

I still wasn't sure but I didn't think I have much more choice. I reached for his hand and gave it a shake.

"Great! we'll start tomorrow, good night!" and then he jumped from the window. I quickly ran to it, just to see if he was fine, but he was nowhere to be seen.

"Just a dream, maybe some hallucination. Yeah, I’m going crazy." I mumbled and went back to bed.

Next morning, my family seemed pretty normal. I asked mom if she heard something weird last night, but she didn’t. Maybe it was just my paranoia giving me a bad dream? Yeah, that must be it.

At school, I went to my locker to grab my books, but then Kevin appeared. "'Sup, bro? Ready to make some mischief?"

I looked at him, surprised "Wait, so it wasn't a dream?"

He sighed "You really are a slow one, aren't you? Look, I'm a real demon. Let me show you" and then he opened my locker and screams started to come out from it, all the students in the hallway looked at us until he closed it, then they continued to walk like nothing happened.

"Look, Kevin, I don't want a demon around, man. It's just not cool. It's scary as fuck!" I whispered, still looking to the others.

He bursted out laughing "You talk like you do have a choice. Great joke, we have a deal. Come, I'll change your mind, if you still don't want me around then I’ll do my work without bothering you, alright?"

I was really confused, and scared about what would he do, but I nodded and he grabbed my hand. We walked to the boy’s locker room, as the whole baseball team was changing.

"C'mon, pick one, buddy" Said Kevin. It seemed like no one could see us, because the guys passed besides me like I wasn’t actually there, like there was nobody besides them in the locker room.

“Why would I pick one?” I asked Kevin, as another baseball stud passed at my side.

“Oh. My. Satan. You’re so slow man, I’ll do it for you” He stared at me, like yesterday in class, then mumbled a “done”.

The demon guy disappeared in a second. I was now confused, worried, and probably going crazy. But just as quickly as he vanished, Kevin returned, and this time he was with someone.

Tyler, one of the baseball guys, light brown short hair and a handsome, masculine face with brown eyes. He was on my class and sometimes we got paired together to do some projects, but nothing too important.

Kevin patted his back “C’mon Ty, say what you wanted to tell him” The jock was blushing, then he grabbed my hands.

“Hey Will, mind if you come over to my house after school? I’ve got something important to ask you” said Tyler with an emotionless face, it was… totally unexpected, and I was speechless.

“Aww, he’s gonna ask you to date him, isn’t that beautiful?” said the demon.

I glared at him, but he just laughed. “Oh Satan, you should have seen your face. You can go Ty, thanks for your services”

Tyler just mumbled a “Yes sir” before going away. What the fuck?

“Aaand, I’m sure you believe me now. I’m a demon, and also I’m stuck with you. I can get you a lot more from where that came from, understood?”

I nodded slowly “But why did you do that? I mean, I’m not gay or anything like that”

He seemed actually surprised. “Wait, are you kidding me? OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE, I’M SO SORRY” He bursted out laughing, I was embarrassed. Did I seem like a gay guy? Not that it would be bad or anything but… what if Lily thought I was gay, too?

The jocks didn’t pay attention to us. For them, we were not there, I guessed. I was thankful for that; it would be more embarrassing than it was now if the jocks could see us.

When Kevin stopped laughing, taking a tear off his face. “So-Sorry! I haven’t laughed that much in years.” That gave me more questions. How old was he? Was he an immortal? How did he… I don’t know, started existing??

“See what I mean? If I could use my powers on you, I would know EVERYTHING about you now. And also, I tend to work with gay dudes. Just a few cities away was one of my last works… Have you been in Winston High?” I shook my head in denial.

He continued “Oh, you don’t go out that often? It’s actually really close. Well there was this guy, he was your age I think, being hunted down by the football team. I don’t want to spill all the junk, but I gave him some neat powers to take revenge. I should check out how he’s going y’know?”

“Man, Kevin. Sorry but I don’t see how that affects me. And can we leave please? I don’t feel comfortable in the locker room”

“Geez, alright. Let’s get going. At least did you like my present?”

“I told you, I’m not gay”

“Damn, why do you, humans, care so much about your labels and shit? In hell, there’s no such thing as straight, gay or bi or whatever” He sounded angry, so I took a step away from him as he kept mumbling about everyone being sensitive and fragile these days.

“Doing anything after school?” I asked him when he calmed down. Just to make a bit of conversation. Again, he just laughed at me.

“Yeah, we’re both going to steal banks, does that appeal to you?” I glared at him. I shouldn’t, because he was way stronger than me, and had powers.

But I wasn’t a coward cat, and I wouldn’t be intimidated because of some demon punk or whatever. “I actually thought about doing you a makeover. Y’know, like I did with Derek, but I can’t make you obey me, so you have your choice”

I stared at him, a bit mad because of how he bragged he used his powers in one of my best friends. But then thought about it, Derek did look a lot better after he hung out with Kevin. Maybe it would help me too? Though Derek did seem to act differently than like he was before. I had to be careful with the demon.

I nodded “Sure, do your best. What do you have in mind?” His face lightened up.

“Wait, seriously? I haven’t thought about… wait, yeah. That could work” Kevin started talking to himself, while checking me out. He made me lift my arms, as he moved around me. “…Maybe a punk style? Yeah, let’s try that out”

“What? What do you mean?” I asked, but he snapped his fingers and he disappeared. I was alone of the boys’ locker room, a bit confused. Then he appeared back again.

“Are you serious? I get that my powers don’t work on you, but being unable to teleport you is stupid! Ugh, we’ll go on my bike”

We left school really early and went to my house. Dad was home, but Kevin made him think it was normal for me to be home this early.

We went to my room, where he took off his school bag and dropped it on my bed. “Take a sit, man” He pointed to my desk chair. I did as told as he started searching through his bag. “Since I can’t use my powers on you, we’ll have to do this in the normal way. This may take a bit longer than expected”

He grabbed a little dye package and opened it on a bowl. I wondered if his school bag was magical, but maybe he just manipulated reality to make those objects appear there. He putted on some gloves and grabbed a bit of the dye with his fingers, then started with the whole thing. I was a bit scared about this.

‘What will my parents say? And why dye my hair?’ Also he mentioned he couldn’t make me obey him like the others, so Derek’s sudden transformation wasn’t consented?

Seems like I got lost on my train of anxiety and thoughts, because when I realized it, he held a mirror in front of my face. Gone was my blond hair, replaced by an awful green. I was speechless.

“So, let’s now talk about outfits, what do you think about this one?” He held up a jean jacket with some worn out pants.

“Uh… no, thanks. I like my style. Sorry, I don’t think I like where this is going”

“Wait, what?” He looked at me, surprised. Like he wasn’t expecting me to refuse. “Shit. It didn’t work, either.”

“What didn’t work?” I asked, with curiosity.

“Nothing, nothing important at all. The good thing is, the dye did work. Do you like your new green hair? It may look cooler when the dye has a bit more time to work. But yeah, if you didn’t like where the makeover was going, we can try another thing. We had a deal, after all.”

I was about to ask him to dye my hair blond again, but he seemed a bit frustrated when I refused to keep going with this makeover thingie so I decided to leave it as it is for now. I started wondering if he really liked fashion or something.

“Can we go back to school? Next class is about to start.”

“You really want to go back to class with your hair suddenly shorter and dyed?” He had a point, I guess I had to skip class for today. The idea annoyed me a bit, but there was nothing I could do.

“You’re right, sorry”

“Clever boy. Look, I have to go. I’ve got a… Date, to call it some way. Let’s talk tomorrow” He said as he grabbed his bag again and walked over to the window. “By the way, green looks good on you” He winked and jumped out of the window. I’ll tell him to use the door next time, it’s making me nervous.

Tony’s POV

William was nowhere to be seen during the whole day. I got worried, I haven’t seen Kevin either, and Derek was acting like a dick. Everything was really strange.

I’m a laid back dude, nothing really bothers me just because I don’t really care. But since Kevin arrived at the school, everyone was acting weird. First, Harry doing what Kevin told him to do instead of claiming his seat back.

I knew my friend; he was so hot headed that he wouldn’t leave without a fight. Next was Derek arriving late and with a new style, and also he acted like a dick now. Now, William was missing. And I was getting more worried with each minute.

I tried messaging Will as soon as I noticed him going missing, and he answered, but hours later. He told me he left school early to check out some stuff. I didn’t have a reason to assume he was lying, so I decided to believe him.

I arrived at my place after school. It had been a strange day and I just wanted to take a nap.

I opened my bedroom’s door and took a step back, Kevin was sitting on my bed.

“Finally! You took so long to come here I was about to go look for you”

“Wait, what are you doing here and how did you enter?” I grabbed a pepper spray I had on my pocket and held it ready in my hand. This seriously creeped me out.

“Aw. Chill out, Tony. I just wanted to test something out. You know, I’ve tried my powers with Derek and they worked amazingly. I used them on that baseball guy and they seemed to work on him too, perfectly.”

I took a step back, the door knob in one hand and the pepper spray in the other. However, I noticed the pepper spray was no longer in my hand, but in his. “But I’ve been trying ALL DAY, to make them work with William. Guess what? They didn’t.”

“What the hell are you talking about? Are you high or something?” Shit, I had a drugged or crazy classmate in my room. What else could go wrong?

“High? Oh, no. If I were high, at least I would enjoy it. Speaking of it, what I came for.” He snapped his fingers. All my worries vanished. Wait, was I worried? I was just hanging out with my great friend Kevin! I invited him over after school and we’re having so much fun together, yay!

“There, so much better now, isn’t it?” I nodded, I felt so light. No thoughts, only listening to what Kevin had to say. My smile grew bigger just by thinking of it. He petted my head. “Good boy. Now, I already know everything about your personality, I’ve examined you in class before, so I’ll skip directly to the changes, alright?” I nodded once again. Changes were good!

“Good” He went to my closet and threw a few of my clothes making a pile on the floor. He grabbed a blue polo shirt and a normal pair of pants, but he snapped his fingers and the pants turned khaki. “Undress and put on these” He threw the right clothes at my bed and I did as he said. He waited patiently as I changed my clothes.

I finished and stood there, waiting for him to check me out. He walked up to me and tucked my shirt in. “Shirt tucked in at all times, like a good boy would use it, understood?” I nodded, I was a good boy! “And by the way, a good boy always respects his superiors, don’t they?”

I didn’t know what he meant by that. I tried to think about it but couldn’t make any sense of it. Was he my superior? Oh, of course he was! “Yes, Sir!” I said, I’m such a good boy!

Kevin grabbed a comb and used it on my hair. My hair was usually a mess, but I didn’t really care about it. Was it so bad that he had to comb it himself? I should be more careful with my appearance!

After he finished, my good friend Kevin mumbled a “Perfect” and looked around the room.

He pointed to the pile of clothing he just threw. “What is that boy? Shouldn’t you leave your room as tidy as possible?” Oh god, I was so ashamed. I nodded and went to clean the mess.

I heard him muttering “I love my powers” but didn’t think about it a lot. I had work to do!

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#William and the demon #mind control #brainwash #brainwashing #tf #demon

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komahinasecretexchange · 5 years

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Title : N/A

Author : @brooding-basket-case

For : @sorrelartz

Warning/Rating : None

Prompt : a ‘shut up komaeda’ kiss

Author’s note : N/A

There he was, again.

Komaeda was stressing out over every simple, minuscule, iota of pointless details that no one in their right mind would ever even possibly notice without a strong dose of thorough concentration. He paced around the empty common room, wringing his hands in some sort of neurotic fit. Hajime felt like he had to do something – anything. Komaeda was such an enigma to everyone around him and Hajime was no exception. Yet, fascination overtook the brunet. Neither he nor Komaeda had ever been very good at connecting with people on a personal level; regardless, Hajime felt this inexplicable draw to his cloudy-haired classmate.

‘Ko?’

‘A-ah! Hajime, uh, what can I do for you?’

He hadn’t even realized his classmate had come into the room… This unsettled Hajime slightly, the blond was usually quite perceptive. ‘Ko,’ the brunet ask with a hint of trepidation that he regretted immediately. Even the slightest hint of hesitation was something the class knew Komaeda would pick up on it and use it to deflect. /Not this time/, Hajime thought to himself. ‘Are you alright?’

‘Oh, absolutely! Just wondering what the exam will entail, tomorrow.’ He put on his fake, yet endearing, smile.

‘We both know you’ll pass with flying colors, Ko,’ responding as nonchalant as he could manage, Hajime took a seat on one of the common room’s couches. ‘We can study together; if you like, that is…’

‘I, uh, I would like that – but you don’t need to spend time with me. Let alone /help/ me! I don’t deserve that kind of attention.’

The brunet shook his head dismissively and sighed with a frown, ‘c’mon.’

Without another word, Komaeda shuffled his way uncomfortably to the couch Hajime had claimed – yet he took the cushion one away from his classmate, leaving a gap large enough for at least two others between the pair. Komaeda fiddled with his hands; uncertainty filled the air between them.

‘So, uhm…’ He started, ‘what do you want to review first?’

Hajime pulled a book from his satchel and placed it on the seat between the pair; opening it up to the chapter they needed. ‘You tell me.’

‘I, I, uh…’

With a small chuckle, the brunet gave a weak smile. ‘I knew it, you already have this whole thing memorized and in the bag.’

He didn’t respond at all to the light jabbing. The other began to worry more than usual, at that. ‘Komaeda… What’s up?’

There was an excruciatingly long moment of silence between them. The air was so thick between them, that the green eyed teen started to worry that one of them, if not both, had stopped breathing. Closing the textbook, he shifted himself slowly toward the cloudy-haired boy. Komaeda wouldn’t like being touched; Hajime knew that, so he was conscious to not get too close. Yet, he gave him a reassuring smile all the same.

‘Ko, c’mon – we’re friends, aren’t we?’

Without hesitation he shot back, ‘I never said that.’

Though there was no venom in his response, it still stung. It was common knowledge that Komaeda was a self-degrading, self-made-outcast; everyone in the class knew that, that was his defense mechanism. Still, this statement made the brunet’s insides squirm a little.

‘You’re too good for me,’ Komaeda started softly, ‘all of you are – everyone in class is just so much more than I can ever deserve.’ The bleached-white-blond boy next to Hajime sucked in a puff of air, ‘you should leave.’

‘Ko…’

‘I’ll only ruin things for you. You’ve adjusted to the class. You don’t want me to bring you down with me… I’m a sinking ship. I’m usele—.’

Without thinking – as if a knee-jerk reaction – Hajime had slipped into the fight-or-flight, reptilian mindset and slapped Komaeda. He let out a surprised squeak that paled in comparison to the heavy gasp the assailant erupted with.

His eyes grew wide with pained and embarrassed regret, ‘Oh fuck!’ Hajime began. ‘Komaeda, I- I’m sorry – I, I didn’t, I don’t-’

But the blond reached over and placed a gentle hand on the other boy’s shoulder; stilling his stammering lips. ‘Don’t worry about me. I’ll be okay.’ And, with that, the fluffy haired boy got up from his seat with a slight smile. ‘Hajime, you’re too good for me – and you just proved it.’

Those words hit the brunet like a sack of bricks.

Hajime sat on the common room’s couch in stunned silence as Komaeda made his swift exit. His mind reeling. /What did I just do?/ the brunet thought himself before shaking his head and scrunching his face in internal conflict.

‘No,’ he whispered to himself, ‘he can’t make me feel like the bad guy just so he can get what he wants. That’s what he always does with everyone – it’s all a mask. A defense, that he throws up to protect himself and /those around him/.’ Hajime grabbed his things and shoved them into his satchel. ‘I won’t let him do this to me again. I can’t.’

Hajime bound out the common room, in a desperate attempt to find the lithe teen; the brunet whipped his gaze around – left, right, left again – nothing. Somewhere, somehow, during his life Komaeda had developed an impressive ability to simply disappear. Speed. Silence. Subtlety. Whatever his technique was, Komaeda had honed it into an art. Only natural for someone so afraid of developing relationships, Hajime supposed.

‘Komaeda!’ the desperate green eyed teen shouted down the hallways leading out of the common room. He knew there would be no response, but felt like trying anyway.

‘The fuck you yelling about?’ Fuyuhiko shot a dirty look toward Hajime as Peko trailed silently behind him.

‘I upset Komaeda and I need to find him to apologize…’ He replied meekly; telling himself that Fuyuhiko would give zero shits at the very least – either that or he’d shoot some sort of snide, bullying remark his way. Meanwhile, Peko would just stand there, silently intimidating.

‘Ugh,’ the shortest of the class rolled his eyes with a huff, ‘you two irritate the fucking shit out of me.’

Peko snorted at that before quickly regaining her composure.

Fuyuhiko shook his head and waved his hand behind himself and Peko, ‘that weirdo just passed us headed down toward the east courtyard.’

Hajime’s eyes widened a bit before he realized the little thug had just helped him. ‘I—thank you!’ He sputtered out before rushing past the pair, barely hearing Peko mutter something as he moved out of earshot.

‘Those two will kill each other with their stupidity, I swear.’

The brunet shook the comment out of his mind and kept up the mad dash down the hall toward the side-courtyard. However, upon rounding the last corner, Hajime slammed right into another student and was thrown down to the ground with a gasping huff.

‘Sweet Christ,’ a tall, well-dressed blonde let out in an exasperated hiss as another, more masculine, girl, having caught her, set her back upright.

‘Are you alright? I’d /hate/ for you to get hurt, Hajime!’ the blonde in question shot out in – concern?

Rubbing the back of his head, Hajime attempted to regain his bearings, ‘I, uh, yeah – I’m okay. Are you?’

‘Yeah, my smelly, little sister here is at least good for something.’ The blonde jerked a thumb back toward the brunette behind her, who simply shrugged.

Clearing his throat, Hajime apprehensively rose back up to his feet, ‘I’m sorry, but have we met? You know who I am, but I’m not sure if I know you two…?’

‘Oh gosh, how silly of me!’ the blonde giggled, ‘I’m Junko and this loser behind me is my sister Mukuro. We’re in the 78th class, just below you.’

‘It’s only natural you wouldn’t know us underclassmen.’ The one called Mukuro spoke quietly.

‘Excuse me; I believe the people were talking?’ Junko snapped back at her sister.

The boy flinched at their exchange but quickly did his best to return to a neutral composure – if this is how she treated her own sister, he definitely didn’t need to earn her ire. ‘Uhm, again, I am sorry for knocking into you, Junko – I was just in a hurry to find my friend.’

‘Hyak hyak hyak, sheesh, you’re totally fine, you goof.’ She shot a smirk that made the green eyed boy slightly uneasy. ‘Now, regardless, you say you’re looking for a friend? It wouldn’t happen to be Komaeda, would it?’

Her words shot through the air like poisonous darts and Hajime was once again set uneasy.

‘If that is who you’re after – I couldn’t imagine why you would be, though – he went off down that corridor we just came through. He looked like a maniac; all sobbing and ugly – almost reminded me of Mukuro.’ Junko smiled wryly.

‘Uh, I, uhm, thank you, Junko,’ the boy sputtered out as he gathered his things and moved past them down the corridor as quickly as possible; both to find Komaeda and to get as far away from Junko as quickly as possible.

The blonde peered around the corner after Hajime, curiously. Once the brunet was fully out of earshot, Junko smirked at her sister, ‘hey, pug-ugly,’

‘Yes, Junko?’

‘This is gonna be fun; I can already smell the drama.’

‘If you say so,’ Mukuro responded meekly as she collected Junko’s books scattered around the hallway.

‘Oh wait, that’s not drama, I smell; it’s just your B.O…’

Sprinting down the gilded, marble halls of the academy, Hajime finally made it to the double doors leading out into the east courtyard. The pristinely kept grounds were kissed by the sunlight overhead with scattered birdsong and the peaceful ruffle of leaves in the wind. It was pastoral, to say the least. But then the almost silent heaves of a crying boy ruptured the peacefulness. Komaeda was just out of sight – behind a mighty oak at the center of the yard.

The brunet’s heart jumped into his throat and he suddenly froze. /What does someone say at a time like this?/ He wondered to himself. Hajime’s relief at finding his gray eyed classmate quickly mutated into panic.

Hajime sucked in a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself, but it only made him more aware of his own breathing – one more thing to worry about. Shaking away his doubts – as best he could – the brunet took a few tepid steps toward the old oak tree at the center of the courtyard where he could hear the muffled tears. The whole way up to the tree Hajime tried to think of something to say or do; but nothing came to him and his sense of panic and urgency began to bubble over.

A branch cracked under his feet. He froze.

The soft crying stopped and Hajime watched nervously as a cloud of white hair peeked from around the trunk. ‘Ha-Hajime?’ Komaeda sniffled in trepidation – a mix of relief, worry, anger and dread washed over his face.

The brunet let out a soft puff of air that he didn’t know he was even holding in. ‘C-can I sit with you, Ko? Please?’

‘I don’t think you shou—’

Hajime didn’t let him finish; he quickly moved over to Komaeda and threw himself down against the oak tree and wrapped Komaeda in my arms. ‘Shut up, Ko. Just… just shut up.’

‘I-’ the blond began once more.

Pulling back from their brief hug, Hajime shot a fiery look up into his classmate’s eyes. ‘Ko,’ his voice was seeped in a desperate, pleading tone, ‘I wish I knew how to quit you.’

Komaeda grew a deep red blush and giggled a little at the reference.

Hajime shook his head with a small smile and pressed his brow against the blond’s. ‘That’s the smile I’ve wanted to see.’ He pressed a soft kiss to Komaeda’s forehead, ‘that’s the smile I /need/ to see,’ another kiss at the tip of his nose, ‘this is the smile I’ve fallen in love with. This is the Komaeda I’ve fallen in love with.’

Though Komaeda’s pale skin was still painted with a deep red, blush, the blond frowned – Hajime couldn’t tell if it was forced or not, but he told himself it was. ‘Hajime, I—you—we… Ugh,’ the boy was visibly flustered; something so rare, that Hajime had only ever heard of it happening. ‘You must have a fever.’ Komaeda tried to conceal a small smile, but he didn’t do a very good job.

The brunet couldn’t hold back a laugh. He fell back, clutching his sides in stunned laughter.

‘Wh-what?’ Komaeda betrayed his own intentions with that question.

Between recovering chuckles, Hajime managed, ‘You drive me crazy, Komaeda. But in all the best ways possible.’ The brunet settled his breathing and started to sit back up, but before he could make another move the cloudy-blond lightly pushed him back against the ground beneath the mighty oak and straddled his classmate.

‘Hajime…’

‘…Komaeda’

The two of them were silent for a moment; but, this time, it was a comfortable silence. One may even say… romantic?

Birds chirping overhead, a pleasant breeze filtering through the leaves, muffled sunlight making its way throughout the courtyard; the two boys gazed into each other’s eyes for just a moment longer, as if asking one another for permission. Not much longer passed before Hajime tendering placed his hands on Komaeda’s hips, which were currently settled comfortably against his own. The simple act of cupping the blond’s waist garnered a small, pleased gasp from said blond. Hajime quirked a smile, fondly watching his classmate’s face as it shifted through pleased emotions. Not even a moment of recovery was allowed for Komaeda’s frayed and surprised senses before the brunet slipped his hands under the hem of the gray eyed boy’s shirt. Yet, after this move, Hajime pulled himself back to the reality of the moment and waited for Komaeda’s reaction; verbal or otherwise.

Though it wasn’t long before Komaeda gave his response; the blond’s face twisted with several emotions for just a split second before settling on intrigued wonder and attraction – an odd combination, perhaps? But it was as one would expect from Komaeda, in this situation. Without another moment of hesitation, the cloudy-haired teen leaned down and lightly kissed Hajime, hands on either side of his face. A lingering kiss filled with mutual affection spread throughout their bodies for what could have gone on for an eternity, as far as Hajime was concerned, before Komaeda pulled back slightly.

Hajime couldn’t help but chuckle a little at the playful side Komaeda was showing. He leant up to leave a tender kiss against the corner of that devilishly alluring smile.

Komaeda needed hope.

Hajime wanted to be that hope.

–Excerpt from a fic I decided to start at the beginning of the exchange. Though, this bit is far and away from where the piece actually is, at the moment.

#komahina #komahina secret exchange #fanfiction

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baekhyuns-abs · 5 years

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bias tag

I was tagged by this loyal bean @vampwrrr love you hun xo who is my bias? (if you have to ask)

and sehun and chanyeol and yixing let me live What made you notice him and what do you love about him? and the other three so I listened to Exo before I watched them but Baekhyun’s voice 100% made my vagina quake and my heart burst so I decided then it was time to look at they faces. while i was trying to wrap my head around Exo K and M during the mama days I discovered this gif and my vagina quaked some more so that was that, I was sold, I was his and he was mine.

It grew during Growl because I noticed how smol he was and his voice in baby don’t cry oMG and then that performance of it omg i love his voice, I love his voice so much uGH And their interview on Weekly Idol when he did his aegyo he made me cringe but i loved him. AND then showtime was a thing and we really, like really saw how annoying he was but at the same time just so lovable and adorable. The haunted house my god. He keeps me on my toes whenever I watch him perform and do interviews because he’s a wild child and I love that about him, how he can just be a jumping adult man with the energy and mentality of a 6 year old but the next minute be serious, down to earth - I just love that in him. He smiles no matter what, he takes a lot of shit (as the rest of them) but hes loyal to his members, he’s loyal to the fans.

okay so if we talking OT12 it was the same with Yifan, he was the tallest, he looked like he could fuck me up in a minute and i was down. ~ Sehun came for me during the i c o n i c mama awards of 2013. If you need a reminder of his soul sucking look, here. I was so so S O ruined by this look, the suit, this performance, h i m. Like yes give me the maknae.

I stuck around the Sehun train because he was the youngest and the most endearing. He’s cheeky as hell but I love it makes me want to do things to make him shut up but however. He’s a brilliant dancer and we have seen him grow, we’ve seen his talent just take off from era to era and his hardwork and dedication just inspires me and just makes me love him more for all he does. For all his hair colours that he just seems to own for all the bitch faces that just do things to me and the memes

Chanyeol (recently beefyeol) had always tried to worm his way into my life like if you bias Baekhyun you gotta bias Chanyeol right??? but i was being stubborn but thEN... Call me baby. i WAS SHOOK, i gave up and let him in LOOK AT THAT

Ears ears ears ears ears ears ears ears ears ears ears ears I will love them forever and ever. He’s tall as hell so that makes my imagination do things, the type of things that would make a mind reader pray for forgiveness. His voice was always always something that lured me to my grave and if it’s not just his rapping, he actually talks like that too oh my. His singing too holy jesus his singing just oh oops where did my underwear go??? I love how he sings more on the new albums like hes gaining confidence with it like l o v e that. His laugh that contorts his face is the best, I love seeing him so carefree and happy. This boy deserves nothing but the best of cuddles.

*inhale* *closes eyes* *exhale* y i x i n g unfollow me if youre an OT8 blog right now not even kidding gfto I love this boy so so so so much. Yixing was always a member I had a soft spot for, he’s the sweetest, - fucking sexy omfg- we both libra babies, and he talented as hell and hes just my lil chinese boo since Yifan abandoned me. But he was never a bias, he was someone I just loved and appreciated for sticking with Exo, sticking with ShittyM Ent like his loyalty just made me love him so much. He’s got such a soft voice that is so under appreciated and his dancing like wOW his dancing. Since he’s been away doing his own thing, doing his thing in china and in the western industry my heart has just been bleeding for him. The hate he receives and the distrust some ‘fans’ have for him have made me feel super super super protective over this sheep and in turn it’s made me form an emotional attachment whoops. DID YOU SEE HIM AT THE GRAMMYS OMF MY HEART

Who would initiate skinship more: I feel like i turned this question into how we would initiate sex not sorry With all of them I think it would be them, bc I’m not the most forward unless I wanna fuck hello or I’m in a relo with you then you’re mine to touch idc. I’ve been told I’m intimidating a scorpio rising thing so maybe none of them would?? I’m unsure Baekhyun and Chanyeol are equally loving and giving people and would just love to be touching someone they were attracted to in one way or another and tbh I’m fine with that. And tbh once you touch me i’m yours. Sehun, someone who would be very reserved at first due to his desire to seem cold, aloof and detached because he would want to be the ‘masculine’ male in a relo so would hesitate in skinship. So it would likely be me to be like ‘hey yes I’m sexually and emotionally available at your earliest convenience’. I seduce with my words and eyes, not my touch so he would have to touch me first in order for anything to take place Yixing, a fellow libra I feel like we would be the same in terms of skinship and seducing, words and eye contact until the tension is higher than the empire state building and at that point it could be either of us. Who would hog the covers more? In winter, me. Summer, anyone else. I hate the heat. Who would be the clingiest? mtl in my opinion Baekhyun Sehun Chanyeol Yixing 100% okay with any of them Who would say I love you first? I’ve never said it first in my past 2 relos so I’m going to say that they all would have to say it first. Yixing I think would have the most confidence in saying it even if he was first. Baekhyun would be nervous I think and would see if I would say it first but he wouldn’t wait too long to say it (partly because he’s impatient and too excited with the prospect) and he would have to say because he can’t contain himself. Chanyeol would say it on accident in the middle of something, whether that be sex, we’re playing a game, or just having a laugh, he would blurt it out, similarly to the oh shit. But he wouldn’t regret it. Sehun is hard i think. I’m unsure what would happen there because I feel like we’re both stubborn so it would happen maybe drunkenly and then forcibly and awkwardly spoken about the next day with a smile.But if it was a drunken blurt it would be me to say it first in this instance because all my emotions come out when I’m drunk. I’m not an emotional drunk but I’m more free in my expressiveness when I’m drunk who would be more easily flustered:

Chanyeol hands down because I think me being me would easily get him blushing not because he’s innocent in anyway oh no but I just think I would surprise him with what goes on in my head and so on and so forth.

Baekhyun and Sehun would be surprised with what I come out with sometimes but I think (??) they would recover easily.

Yixing is a hard one, I’m not sure what he would do other than get giggly what cuddling position would you two have: I would be the big spoon for Baekhyun any day of the week. I like the thought of us sitting down and him leaning back on my shoulder not my chest my boobs are to big for that shit unless he wanted to put his face in there then be my guest.

Chanyeol can lie on me, he can crush me I live for that, watching TV and him just on top of me his head on my upper chest and then falling asleep oh yes.

Sehun the shit I would just love to straddle his thighs while he’s minding his own business and take him by surprise and just wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull his head down under my chin fuck yes

Yixing the classic american movie tucked into his side with his arm draped across my shoulders as we’re watching TV, give me husband Yixing now.

which colors remind you of him:

Baekhyun: cool tone reds, ice blue and baby pink Chanyeol: warm tone reds, bright pink, bronze

Sehun: pinks, yellow, silver and white

Yixing: baby blue, gold, plaid which season would you like to spend with them: Winter: Baekhyun, Chanyeol, Sehun, Yixing. Autumn: Yixing, Sehun, Chanyeol, Baekhyun Spring: Chanyeol, Yixing, Baekhyun, Sehun Summer: Sehun, Baekhyun, Yixing, Chanyeol who would bake the cookies who would steal the batter: Me and Yixing would bake, Sehun would steal the batter, Chanyeol would be trying to help but just getting in the way and Baekhyun would be doing all three. I feel like this was SO LONG. Thanks for the tag xoxo

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letmetellyouaboutmyfeels · 6 years

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"in fact I could and probably will write a huge meta post about how Wyatt is a poster child for how toxic masculinity ruins even good-hearted and well-intentioned men and how Wyatt is actually suffering and not allowed to live up to his full potential as a person due to the said toxic masculinity that was his upbringing" YEP! ALL THAT! None of the way he's acted is a surprise because between his childhood and the military he probably never learned better. But he needs to DEAL WITH IT! (1)

(2) I think what Jess said to him in 2x04 about how he claims to change and does but then changes right back is so important. Because I’m sure he doesn’t realize when he’s hurting people. And I’m sure he genuinely does feel bad when it’s pointed out to him. But when this shit is so ingrained you can’t just flick a switch (or drive a car into a lake) and have it magically go away. The man needs help. And not from Lucy or Jess. #GetWyattLoganATherapist2k18

OH GOD YES TO ALL OF THIS

Everyone please prepare yourselves for my great big rambling Wyatt is a Victim of Toxic Masculinity and This is Important.

…putting this under a read more because this got massive.

The thing with characters who exhibit toxic masculinity is that we’re either a) shown them exhibiting these traits and told through this and other narrative elements that we’re not supposed to like them, or b) we’re shown these traits by accident, as positive things, and we’re supposed to keep liking these characters (which is a sign of the toxic masculinity the show writers have ingrained and are unconsciously showcasing in said characters).

Rarely do we get to see c) which is toxic masculinity shown in a character that we’re supposed to like, but the behavior itself is shown as wrong. And I really, really hope that with Wyatt, we get option C.

Because I love Wyatt, I do. He is my Soft Puppy Boi. And the thing that kills me is that Wyatt is at his best when he’s allowed to be Soft. Flynn and Rufus and even Mason we see have this kind of hard, masculine side to them and we see them at their best when they’re showing that off. Not that they don’t have soft moments either, like dear God basically any moment when Flynn and Lucy interact in season two it’s so full on soft hearteyes I’m gagging on it (in the best way). But when Wyatt tries to be all “I’m a badass and I’m going to intimidate you” it doesn’t come off right. It’s like the little dog being all barky so that it can prove to you it’s a Big and Fierce Doggo. Wyatt’s a badass (*swoons at the Delta Force outfit*) and he is a soldier and he’s quite competent but he doesn’t have that Scary Alpha Shut Up So I Can Yell at You vibe that the other men (and even Lucy) have.

Wyatt’s best moments in the show are when he’s allowed to be soft. When he tells the story of how he proposed to Jess at the tree where they first kissed and how nervous he was. When he’s at the Alamo and he connects with this young boy and tells him it’s okay, I understand your pain. When he holds Lucy as she cries. When he tells Jess that we’re your family, please, come home. Those are the moments, those nurturing moments, where Wyatt really shines. Even Lucy isn’t as nurturing as Wyatt is. Lucy is very good at talking to people but it’s more of an intellectual, platonic, we’re on the same level and we’re working our shit out kind of talk. Wyatt just takes on this very, dare I say maternal, let me take you into my arms and hold you while you cry it out attitude that is so unbelievably soft and sweet.

But Wyatt was a) raised in Texas b) raised by an abusive father and c) enlisted in the Army. None of those environments (apologies, Texans) are very good for raising a boy who knows that it’s okay to be soft and vulnerable etc etc. So instead, Wyatt tries to be what his dad and society and the Army showed him a man is supposed to be, which is: tough, hardened, takes no shit, demands answers, and never has his authority questioned.

We see glimpses of this in the first season, of course. His incendiary reaction to Flynn, which is because of a sexuality crisis because it’s ingrained in men that You are Alpha and you must beat all opponents into submission. He feels his masculinity being challenged by someone who is so clearly aggressive in manner, someone who is masculine and in charge and demanding, and so Wyatt reactions arguably more violently to Flynn than Rufus or Lucy. Not that Rufus or Lucy dislike Flynn any less than Wyatt in season one, just that their reactions are more measured, they know how to control themselves. Wyatt goes off the fucking deep end.

In general, actually, Wyatt’s not good with emotions. A classic example of toxic masculinity, where you’re told the only emotions you’re allowed are Anger and Stoicism, and any other emotions are to be bottled up and only shared with your mom or your girlfriend (which is why men get so depressed during a breakup, even more so than women, because women have been shown to have a support network of friends they can turn to for support and men do not). We see this in Wyatt multiple times in season one, Karma Chameleon being a great example.

But luckily in season one we also get to see Wyatt showing what a great person he is, and I love it because unfortunately bad behavior (abusive, toxic, PTSD, whatever behavior) is not on 24/7. Men stunted by our misogynistic culture are not raging assholes 100% of the time. If they were, we would be able to avoid them better (ugh). But Wyatt has a lot of good things about him, especially, again, when he is allowed to show that soft, nurturing side that I firmly believe is his true, default state of being.

one can also be Soft and a Kickass BAMF so don’t @me about how I’m saying Wyatt’s lame or not good in a fight etc

ACTUALLY YOU KNOW WHAT WE’RE GOING TO GET INTO THIS LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND TRASH LORDS BECAUSE GUESS WHO KNOWS STAGE COMBAT AND HOW A GOOD FIGHT CHOREOGRAPHER USES FIGHTS TO CONVEY CHARACTER

I’m so fucking lazy and bad with technology so you guys aren’t getting any gifs BUT please recall that when Wyatt is up against Flynn and Emma in fights?

He loses.

He gets his ass handed to him on a silver goddamn platter.

And this isn’t because Wyatt isn’t good in a fight. We all saw him make us take cold showers infiltrate Rittenhouse. But the fight choreographers have done something truly beautiful with those fight scenes and have taken the opportunity to show us time and again that while Wyatt is a kickass fighter, he is not a naturally aggressive person.

Look when you’re in a fight for your life and you want to win? You need to possess a certain level of I Want To Rip Your Throat Out. Flynn has that. Emma definitely has that. But Wyatt doesn’t have that. We see it when he can’t shoot Carol or Jess, how he consistently hesitates on taking shots and can’t set aside his personal attachments the way that Flynn can. Hell, Lucy has now twice gone Darkside on us (Jesse James and then Emma) and Wyatt has yet to. If you doubt my belief that Wyatt’s natural default state of being is soft and nurturing, go and rewatch every single damn fight scene he’s in. He pulls his punches. He opts for fighting maneuvers meant to incapacitate but not destroy. You don’t notice it when he’s up against nameless goons or hapless civilians trying to fight, but when he’s fighting Flynn and Emma, it’s very noticeable. He simply lacks their level of ruthless aggression.

A good fight choreographer uses fights to portray character. A great example of this is Steve Rogers in the MCU. I fucking love Steve’s fights because he doesn’t fight like a six foot man. No no no. He fights. like. a girl.

The moves he uses are flexible and balletic, and are moves designed to a) use the world around him (furniture) to his advantage as a weapon and b) use his opponent’s body and weight against them. Those are all classic techniques taught to women, not because of gender but because women are often much smaller than the men they’re fighting. So you have to adjust your fight style accordingly. In fact, Steve and Peggy’s fighting styles are exactly the same.

What does that tell us from watching Steve’s fight scenes?

That he was taught how to fight while he was pre-serum, most likely by Peggy, in a style that would most benefit his small body size aka how to fight like a girl. Once he got the serum, nobody bothered to change that training.

A good fight choreographer uses fights to portray character. Wyatt doesn’t go for the throat, or the eyes, he’s constantly fighting like he’s scrambling for the upper hand and taken aback. Just look at the boy’s eyes when he’s fighting. When Lucy picks up a gun, when Flynn’s fighting someone even in season two when he’s on the side of the good, there is this terrifying look in their eyes where you just know, somebody’s about to die. Wyatt never, ever has that look on his face. Instead he looks like he’s trying to figure out how to subdue this person. Not kill, subdue. Even when he has a gun in his hand and is sniping, there’s a detachment, no vengeance, no real aggression. He’s fighting because it’s what he was trained to do and what he’s good at and what he feels he’s supposed to be good at, not because he gets any real satisfaction out of the fight.

…okay now that we’ve got that massive tangent out of the way…

AND THEN SEASON TWO HAPPENS AND HOOOO BOY.

Wyatt is placed in a position of having to choose between Jess and Lucy, and the toxic masculinity rears its ugly head fully for the first time. Wyatt’s behavior sucks, let’s all agree on that, because he commits to Jess but then treats Lucy as an emotional sidepiece, which isn’t fair to either woman.

But this is a classic example of the three things that men are, unfortunately, taught in our society (American society, I cannot speak for the rest of the world):

1. You are entitled to whatever you want.

2. You do not have to explain your actions or emotions to anyone.

3. The most important thing is your emotions and how you feel.

So, more detail:

1. You are entitled to whatever you want. Wyatt wants his wife back, but he also wants that continued emotional intimacy with Lucy. So he sets out to have both. He doesn’t seem to understand why it’s wrong and why would he? Nobody has ever explained to him that he can’t have it. We see this constantly in our real lives, from extreme cases like rape and gun violence to little things like my brother not shutting the fuck up and taking ‘no’ for an answer when I told him I wasn’t sharing my goddamn book with him.

2. You do not have to explain your actions or emotions to anyone. I cannot even begin to tell you how many men I know who are incapable, apparently, of saying how they feel. They are raised to believe that they shouldn’t explain themselves, which then means that they don’t know how to explain themselves, and so emotions get horribly bottled up and are usually unleashed in rage and violence. Wyatt did a lot of this in season two, where he would act and then wouldn’t explain or apologize. Hoooooo boy his apologizing was out of whack. But it makes sense if you see it from the perspective of someone who has been taught that he is allowed to act without needing to provide an explanation.

3. The most important thing is your emotions and how you feel. We saw this illustrated beautifully in 2.07 when Lucy tells Wyatt to “stop acting like you’re the one who got hurt” and Flynn telling him that he should talk to Lucy instead of Flynn because “Lucy is an adult who’s capable of making her own choices.” Both times Wyatt tries to act based upon his emotions, without considering the feelings of others, and both times he’s shot down.

Even his love confession in 2.10 wasn’t about what Lucy wanted. It was about WYATT’S emotions and how HE felt like he had to get this weight off of his chest, and how HE wanted comfort and reassurance in that moment. If he’d been thinking about how Lucy felt, he would have told her that it would be okay, that Rufus’s actions wouldn’t be in vain, that they’d find a way to make this work out.

And we’re getting to see how that toxic masculinity actually damages Wyatt. It prevents him from having the education of how to talk about his emotions properly. It prevents him from being able to properly connect with others because he can’t explain himself, listen to them, or apologize when he messes up. It traps him in this cycle–the cycle that Jess mentioned, of drinking and cheating–because he can’t just be himself. I think it’s compounded here by the fact that Wyatt is not naturally an aggressive Alpha Male person. He’s soft and comforting and nurturing. Look at how he is with Jess about the baby, he’s a goddamn PUPPY for crying out loud.

But Wyatt ran straight from a conservative small town with an abusive father into the arms of one of the most rigid and masculine and toxic environments in society, the Army. And even if the Army WASN’T a place for fostering toxic masculinity, the bloodshed and violence are sure as hell gonna mess you up. He hasn’t had a chance to learn how to show his vulnerability, and apologize, and acknowledge the feelings of others and put that before his own.

Compare this to Rufus and Flynn, who were both raised primarily by women. Rufus didn’t meet Mason until he was an older teenager, and Flynn barely even talks about his father but went back through time to see his mother smile. These are the two men who were raised by women, and we see the results. They’re able to apologize when they mess up. They openly discuss emotions. They show vulnerability and know it’s not a weakness. They put the feelings of others first.

Wyatt needs a GODDAMN THERAPIST because he’s just a very loving nurturing person who’s been forced into what he thinks a man ought to be and not given the emotional education necessary to handle being an adult or having mature adult relationships. He’s painfully far behind everyone else in emotional maturity. And it’s actually heartbreaking.

Of course, Wyatt’s solution to this is to find a woman to become romantically involved with and then dump all of his shit on her, because men are taught that’s what they should do. This is why Wyatt continues to try and jerk Lucy around after he’s back with Jess–he doesn’t realize how he’s treating her or that he’s allowed to go to anyone else with his emotions. In his head, he can literally only connect with Lucy by being romantic with her, because that’s the only way he was taught he’s allowed to be vulnerable with someone. Hell, Rufus has to FORCE Wyatt to talk about anything emotional and even then Wyatt can barely get the words out or just sits there and lets Rufus lecture him (Karma Chameleon, 2.01, 2.02, 2.03, 2.09/2.10, etc).

Get Wyatt a Goddamn Therapist 2k18 because this poor Soft Puppy Boi just really would be happiest if he knew that he was allowed to be that nurturing soft nonaggressive self and that being vulnerable is okay. God, add the years of childhood abuse that he has never focused on and whatever the hell he saw and went through in a goddamn war, it’s no wonder he’s so fucking messed up.

And of course he thinks he’s beyond it. As someone who survived and escaped an abusive parent and watched her family survive and escape that abuse, I can tell you that you’re going to do something like drive a car into a lake and feel pretty damn cathartic and like you buried the demon. But you haven’t, not really, until you’ve talked it out. You have to talk about it. You need to talk about your trauma. And Wyatt hasn’t. He hasn’t really talked about his dad, or the Army, or killing that man for Jess, or the whole Jess thing… he’s barely scratched the surface, and usually under duress (like being tied to a chair really Flynn???).

I really, really hope the writers give us a nice, season-long redemption arc for Wyatt where he finally realizes and owns up to his mistakes and finds someone (Denise, probably, unless she pulls some strings and gets a therapist down in that bunker) to talk to about all of his issues (Flynn actually would also be a good person to talk to, they are so painfully similar it hurts me, also More Flogan 2k18) and works through those. I hope that the writers show the audience that good men can be and are victims of toxic masculinity and how it traps them just as much as it hurts the people around them. And I hope that the writers show us how a man trapped in that can realize it, and escape, and improve and grow.

I want back the Wyatt that I fell in love with in season one, and that’s going to mean a long hard road ahead for our puppy. But I believe in it. I just hope the writers do it justice.

#mads answers things #extasiswings #wyatt critical #timeless #timeless meta #wyatt meta #super long post dear god #I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT WYATT #PLEASE WRITERS TREAT HIM WELL #GIVE HIM PROPER REDEMPTION #if suddenly everything's okay after one half-assed apology there will be BLOOD

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Top 10 Fictional Spouses

*a wild meme appears!*

Stolen from @rikudera. Tagging anyone else who wants to do it because why not! Also I did it as a countdown and also rambled a bit NOPE, a LOT about why I love them and want to marry them because I can’t shut up, but this is not a requirement or anything.

10. Jon Snow (Game of Thrones)

It took 8 fucking seasons for this little shit to get his act together, but yes, I finally do want to fucking marry him and his perfect undead ass. If only he wasn’t currently boning his aunt. Haha GoT am I right.

9. Diana Prince (Wonder Woman)

I have trouble putting into words what I love so much about Diana (and the WW film in general). Like, I feel like it would have been so easy to screw her up, but they didn’t. It would have been so easy to fuck up that balance between her being a loving, caring, kindhearted person and a badass person who gets shit done. But they got it right. They could have leaned in way too much on the romance between her and Steve, and made the movie way too chick-flicky, but that, too, they managed to get just right. She just has this energy that I can’t describe. She’s not a masculine hero that happens to be a woman; she is a very feminine hero but she is just as strong because why wouldn’t she be? But it’s different from everything we’ve had before IMO and I want more of it so bad. And yeah I’d marry her in a heartbeat.

8. Gamora (Guardians of the Galaxy / MCU)

I. Love. Everything about her. Especially from Guardians Vol. 2 and onward, when she seems to have relaxed a little bit now that she’s found her place with the rest of the Guardians. I love how she’s so serious and mature and eye-rolling-at-everything all the time, but she also feels Thor’s biceps, and lip syncs along to “Rubberband Man”, and totally lets her guard down around Peter because she trusts him so much. THANOS DID HER SO FUCKING DIRTY OMG but I know she’s still hanging around in that Soul Stone so it’s only a matter of time before they figure out how to bring her back and I can’t fucking wait.

7. TYL!Ryohei (KHR)

TYL!Ryohei is a fucking gift to the world. We don’t deserve him. Somehow over the course of those ten years, he matured in ways I wouldn’t have believed were possible. Like, he’s still passionate and fired up and shit, but he’s also so much more level-headed and sensible now, and he’s a mentor and he’s in a (presumably) happy, healthy, and stable relationship, and just, damn. Like I would put him in a list of top ten anime guys who probably have great credit. I feel safe with TYL!Ryohei, and his great TYL!hair.

6. T’Challa (Black Panther / MCU)

There are a lot of male fictional characters that I love, but very few I’d want to marry. T’Challa is one of them because IMO he’s one of the only male characters in media right now that doesn’t adhere to all the same-old-same-old super masculine hero tropes all the time. How do I explain this without using the fucking phrase “big dick energy” ugh... Like, he doesn’t have to be in control of everything all the fucking time. He’s strong and stubborn when he needs to be, but not overbearing. He doesn’t think he’s the only be-all-end-all authority on morality (even though he actually does have a pretty good grip on it). He acknowledges when he’s fucked something up, and he tries to learn from it. He’s surrounded by strong women and he respects the shit out of them and gets showed up by them on occasion and doesn’t bat an eye because why would he? And I wish more characters were like this, but right now I can only think of three including him. There are probably more, though, and hopefully we’ll continue to see more.

5. Okoye (Black Panther / MCU)

Do I even need to explain this? Are there people out there who don’t want to marry Okoye? Nah I don’t believe you. The way she side-eyes T’Challa when he’s all “I never freeze” and then saves his ass and makes fun of it later but she also still loves and respects the shit out of him. The way she loves her husband(...? or boyfriend? wait I’m not sure) without making a big thing out of it, but then also during the film’s climax, when he tries to make it like “me or Wakanda though??”, she’s like “OF COURSE IT WOULD BE WAKANDA WHAT DO YOU FUCKING THINK” because she is the loyalest bitch. And how she tries to fall in line with Killmonger because it’s her duty, but also she helps Ramonda and Nakia and pals escape, and then later when T’Challa is back and all “I WAS ONLY MOSTLY DEAD,” she immediately jumps back aboard that train and she’s so happy. She’s so loyal and so dedicated to her duty but also has the best sense of humor and even when all the lines are blurred she doesn’t waver and she does what she thinks is right.

4. Jake Peralta (Brooklyn 99)

Hey so yeah Jake is one of the other two aforementioned Woke Male Characters Who’ve Gotten Over Their Egos and Are Better For It that I mentioned in the T’Challa part above. (The third is Steve Trevor. Like I said, there are probably more... at least I hope?? But I don’t watch enough new shit these days to really know.) I love everything about Jake. How he tries so hard at everything, how he goes out of his way to be such a good friend to everyone, how he’s somehow an idiot and yet also perfectly intelligent and good with computers and the fucking best at solving crimes. I love his sense of humor. I’m so weak for guys with a good sense of humor it’s not even funny. 500% bonus if they specialize in self-deprecating humor. Basically just marry me already Jake.

3. Sanji (One Piece)

SANJI. I could rant for days. I love him so much it’s almost intimidating to have to boil it down into one inadequate little paragraph. Just. He has THE WORST PAST EVER with a childhood so abusive and miserable I can’t even find the words for it, and yet in spite of all that he grew up to be so incredibly kind and loving and always wanting to make sure everyone’s needs are met. Not to mention he’s a complete badass? And also smart as hell (and Oda really needs to give us some more of that because I’ve been missing his saves-the-day-behind-the-scenes antics. I was hoping we might get some in WCI but we didn’t, and that’s okay but WANO IS COMING NOW SO LET’S DO THIS PLEASE). The only reason he’s not #1 on the list is because of the love cook nonsense, because it’s Japan and they have some issues. But if I’m honest, I’m totally willing to overlook it because aside from that quirk he is fucking perfect.

2. Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn 99)

My favorite thing about Rosa is that she’s super private and reserved, without actually being shy or antisocial. I feel like this is pretty rare in fiction. She doesn’t freak out or get anxious whenever she has to speak in public or meet new people or anything, but she also values her privacy and her personal space very highly and goes to great lengths to maintain it. She cares about her friends deeply, but she also isn’t afraid to tell them when they need to back the fuck off. And I can relate so much to that.

And oh yes, my other favorite thing about Rosa is that she is canon fucking bisexual, with a coming-out episode and everything, and I never knew how badly I needed to see that until it happened and I was like almost in tears? So yes. Rosa Diaz. She’s so cool and I want to be her wife.

1. TYL!Yamamoto Takeshi (KHR)

AS IF THERE COULD BE ANYONE ELSE HERE AT THE TOP. Yamamoto Takeshi. God’s Perfect Idiot. The pinnacle of human evolution. Confident without being arrogant. Loyal till the end of the fucking world. Sense of humor that’s fucking unrivaled. Flawless, strongest, and invincible. Literally the best laugh in the history of human existence. Seriously, that’s a fact. Oh, and also, the most handsome man who ever lived, probably. We’ll never know for certain unless you could time travel or something, but I feel like it’s pretty safe to assume. You can probably put money on that. But if you said it to his face, he would probably just laugh and say, “Ha ha, you think so?” with his hand behind his head all boyishly, because he’s so fucking modest on top of everything else, and excuse me but I have to go cry now because he doesn’t actually fucking exist, fuck my life.

Anyway, so this was fun but now I remembered why I stopped doing memes, because I don’t have a fucking off switch jesus christ. BUT THEY’RE SO FUN, THOUGH. Agh. Dammit.

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celebration – vmin

Doctors had always been his enemy, however, for the sake of the Christmas champagne, he would get his teeth fixed up by the cutest dentist.

vmin week 2017 – taehyung x jimin

❧ Elements: Fluff | Dentist AU, Christmas Party AU

❧ Word Count: 5,353 words

❧ A/N: Merry Christmas, you guys!! I procrastinated again and hence this was finished off again in a little over 2 hours. It was fun to write so I hope you can enjoy it :^D (forgive typos my eyes r blurry rn)

Taehyung didn’t like doctors very much. As a kid, he had shied away from anyone who even resembled the authoritative figure. It wasn’t as if he had some traumatizing experience getting stabbed with a needle in the wrong part of his body—no. Doctors were generally just intimidating with their lab coats and strong frowns. They tried to play nice when he was younger, smiled and offered him a lollipop. But as he grew older, the fear towards them only amplified. They were less nice too—he never got candy anymore.

Whenever he could, he would just get his own medicine and treat his own wounds and sicknesses, avoiding the doctor as much as he could. However, there came a time in every adult’s life when they must face their fear for the good of their lives and the world itself.

The time for Taehyung was upon him.

It happened sometime close to Christmas. It was the first week of December and someone from the office, Seokjin, had brought homemade fruitcake for everyone in the building to nibble on. Seokjin was commonly known as the chef of the crew. He was an expert in all sorts of goodies and treats, which made everyone wonder why he went corporate instead of opening his own bakeshop. So fruitcakes were never a huge Thing with anyone, but the man had his way of making it so that everyone could enjoy it. It was delicious and Taehyung looked forward to it every year.

Unfortunately for him that year, things took a turn for the worse. It was in the first bite that Taehyung found himself in pure agony. He had released a yelp which caught the attention of the baker himself who hurried over in worry. “Oh my God, are you okay? Did you bite something hard?”

Taehyung winced and swallowed the treat. It went down smoothly so surely there was nothing in the cake that was the problem. However, his cheek was throbbing painfully and he could feel it swelling grossly. “Ugh,” he groaned, “this hurts, what the fuck?”

“Ha,” Jeongguk, an intern who had the guts of a senior member, snorted, “you must have a hole in your tooth or something. That’s what you get for not flossing.” This was probably his karma for making fun of Jeongguk for flossing after every meal. It wasn’t his fault—flossing was just such a tedious task, he didn’t know why anyone did it after every meal.

“Fuck off, Jeon,” he snapped, the pain biting at his cheek once again. This was such a bitch to deal with, especially during Christmas when everyone was in the gift-giving mood which meant that there was always something good to eat in the office—free of charge. He loved Christmas and all of its capitalism glory.

Seokjin’s brows furrowed in concern. “He might be right, Taehyung-ah, when was the last time you went to the dentist?”

Answer: ninth grade when he needed to take his braces off.

Like he said, doctors scared him, but dentists were the worst. How anyone could just dig into someone’s mouth like that, drill holes into their teeth, and stick on pieces of metal that would magically right the structuring of his teeth was beyond him. If Taehyung limited his visits to his general practitioner, he downright avoided his dentist religiously. The guy was hell to deal with, was merciless when it came to numbing to pain (read: he never fucking numbed Taehyung to the pain). He needed to find a new one but had managed long enough to avoid the task for a double win situation in which he could eschew yet another doctor, as well as the actual dentist hunting job.

“Dunno, been a while,” he lied through his teeth which was still stinging.

“You should go, definitely go before Namjoon’s party.”

Namjoon was another of their coworker but was a close friend in their tight knit group. He held his annual Christmas party at his huge penthouse that his parents had gotten for him after graduation and always celebrated with a ton of booze and great snacks. It was a dream come true for an office worker like Taehyung who worked a low position that paid bordering on minimum wage. Plus, the guy always had the best champagne in the house that left Taehyung buzzing and giggly for the night.

“I hate my dentist, hyung,” Taehyung whined.

“Kim Taehyung,” Seokjin scolded as Jeongguk snickered, “you are a grown man, you are 27—”

“Excuse you, I am 28.”

“Even worse!” he huffed, throwing his hands in the air, “you should definitely get that checked up. I know a good friend of mine who just picked up a job nearby. He’s pretty reliable and was top of his class so he can take good care of you.”

Taehyung was about to spit out another whine about the evil of dentists but Seokjin only shoved a namecard in his direction. He took it gratefully and stared at it, hoping that his glare would burn holes right through it so he would avoid going to it. Alas, fate was not with him, and he didn’t have laser beams for eyes. In addition to that, he really, really wanted to enjoy that good ass champagne in Namjoon’s house.

Thus, some sacrifices must be made. Taehyung made his way to the dentist right after work.

“Did you go, Kim Taehyung?” Seokjin pressed, slamming his hand on his desk. It was break time and Seokjin had stalked his way over to his desk to interrogate him.

“Yeah, I’m a-okay, hyung,” he grinned.

Seokjin narrowed his eyes suspiciously before pulling out a cold bottle of water. The sight of it had his stomach sinking. “Drink this.”

“Hyung—”

“Do it.”

Fuck, he was fucked. He brought the mouth of the bottle to his lips and thought, hey, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Taehyung has learned that he was wrong about a lot of things in life—this was only another to add onto his list.

The pain was excruciating, traveling all the way from the ache in his teeth to a muddy fizzling in his brain. He let out a yelp as he banged his head against his desk to alleviate some of the pain with another. “Fucking shit, motherfucking holy shit,” Taehyung let out expletive after expletive as he continued to ram his forehead into his table.

“Serves you right,” Seokjin laughed, “I told you to go. Why didn’t you?”

“It’s scary, hyung,” Taehyung pouted, hoping that his cutesy act would work.

But his friend always had a better act, so it wasn’t surprising that it didn’t work on him. “Nice try, buddy. I’m calling my friend right now to book you and appointment and, if you don’t go, I will know and you will suffer my wrath. Understood?” Taehyung stuck out his bottom lip further. “I said, understood?”

“Yes, hyung,” he said, defeated.

That was how he ended up standing in front of the dentist office. That tooth sign above the building with the smiley face on it was taunting him, mocking him for being too chicken shit to even go into the place. He sucked up a huge breath before walking inside. There were so many people. It was terrifying.

Taehyung was about to walk outside when the nurse stopped him. “Kim Taehyung?”

Holy shit, how did they know his name? They were part of the mafia, weren’t they? He fucking knew there was something off about doctors. They all probably conspired for world domination. “Um, yes,” he squeaked.

“Welcome!” she grinned, “I’ve been instructed by one of our doctors to intercept you should you attempt to leave.”

What the fuck? “Who’s the doctor?”

“Dr. Park, he said that his friend called in to make sure you arrived. Since you’re already here, why don’t you take a seat? He’s finishing up with a patient and should be with you momentarily.”

Taehyung had his hands tied. It wasn’t as if he could run when the nurse kept a hawk’s eye on him, smiling at him every once in a while almost threateningly. It was as if she was warning him that she had a close watch on him. His knee kept bouncing the entire time. The clock was ticking aloud on the wall, reminding him of the passing seconds that came closer to his death. When his name was finally called, Taehyung let out a yelp and jumped to his teeth. That earned him a few chuckles from the other patients. Har de har, good to know his pain was bringing them some form of amusement.

“Follow me, Mr. Kim,” the nurse smiled sweetly and led him down another hallway towards one of the rooms.

Dr. Park Jimin

Holy shit. He was going to die. The nurse announced his arrival and he heard a deeper, more masculine voice respond from the other side. When he finally stepped in, really, the last thing he was expecting was a cherubic looking man who had a crinkly-eyed smile greeting him. He looked almost like an angel. To say he was beautiful would be an understatement. “Um, hi,” Taehyung cleared his throat awkwardly, fidgeting with his fingers.

“Taehyung right? Seokjin-hyung called earlier,” Jimin nodded. Taehyung wondered if Seokjin had exposed his fear of doctors despite being in his late twenties. “I heard you had a difficult time coming here so I appreciate you making the effort.” Yep, he definitely told him.

“Yeah, it’s a bit of a situation,” he chuckled nervously.

“Don’t be so scared,” Jimin smiled politely and gestured to the seat, “please. Get yourself comfortable and I’ll be with you in a second. I’ll just do a quick checkup to see the problem and we can fill in the holes should you need. Does that sound good?”

Taehyung could only manage a nod before robotically making his way over to the seat. He settled back and shifted around to get his shoulders to stop tensing up. But every time Jimin made some noise behind him where he couldn’t see, all he could picture was all the ways he could escape the room.

When Jimin finally appeared before him, snapping his gloves into place (Taehyung gulped at that), Taehyung was practically shuddering in fear. It didn’t go by unnoticed by the man, of course. “Are you okay, Taehyung-ssi?”

“F-fine, just a little nervous.”

Jimin’s lips quirked up on the corners. “Don’t worry, you’re in good hands. I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt one bit. If you experience pain at any point, please let me know. Some things may sting a little but it shouldn’t be intolerable.”

Taehyung agreed obediently and opened his mouth when Jimin gestured him to do so. As Jimin said, he explained the procedure very carefully and slowly to ensure Taehyung that he knew exactly what he was doing. Taehyung would be so embarrassed with how calmly the dentist was speaking to him as if he were coaxing a child to relax if he weren’t so terrified. However, as promised, Jimin did everything quick and painlessly. Sure, there was a bit of a zing here and there, but it was nothing he could not handle.

The nurses left soon after as Jimin finished up with one last check up. “Looks perfect,” he grinned, eyes disappearing again. The entire time Jimin was chipping away at his teeth, which is so unsexy by the way, Taehyung’s gaze focused solely on the man’s face. Up close, he was even more breathtaking. His blonde hair falling upon his eyes and his gaze zoned in on Taehyung so intensely that he felt his breath hiccup in his throat. His cheeks were soft and rosy, round enough like a dumpling that Taehyung wanted to bite him.

It was a peculiar and novel reaction to a doctor. Taehyung had never experienced it before.

“You’re all set,” Jimin beamed, patting his shoulder thoughtfully once he’s removed his gloves. “Please rinse your mouth there and I’ll give you a flyer of tips on how to care for your teeth.”

Taehyung did as he was instructed but his eyes still followed Jimin around the room as he fiddled around with folders and tools. The doctor seemed aware of his attention and turned around, quirking an eyebrow. “Is there something on my face?”

“N-no, no,” he coughed, eyes widening, “sorry. You just look very young, nothing like what I expected.”

Jimin laughed, taking no offense in his words. “Why thank you. I am quite young for a practicing dentist. I graduated early from university and jumped on training after training to get to where I am faster. A bit of an overachiever as you can see.”

“Yeah, that’s cool. Ambition is great,” Taehyung praised honestly because he really was impressed by his dedication.

“How about you?” he tilted his head, “Seokjin-hyung said you worked with him at the office.”

“Yeah, HR. Pretty cool when you’re not dealing with assholes in the department,” Taehyung shrugged. His job was pretty boring, especially when all he could do was sit in a cubicle waiting for tasks to be handed over to him. Seokjin was the head so he worked under him and he was a fantastic supervisor, but Taehyung couldn’t help but want something more for himself.

The dentist smiled understandingly. “I get you. It’s always kind of scary when you settle, but also when you have shitty coworkers. The nurses here are wonderful but, don’t tell anyone, the head nurse scares the living shit out of me.”

Taehyung laughed genuinely at that, heart easing of his worries. “It’s always the heads, huh?”

“Though, I do love head,” Jimin said nonchalantly as he tucked documents under his arm.

He said it so casually that Taehyung almost missed it, but he gasped, lips parting in surprise. “Did you just drop a dirty line?”

Jimin smirked, “Did I?”

“You really are a pretty weird doctor,” Taehyung muttered under his breath.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he giggled and the sound had birds singing outside. He might even pass as a Disney princess if the company ever took ethereal human beings to represent royalty. “Anyway, here are some brochures for you to read up on. Make sure to keep your gums and teeth healthy, Taehyung-ssi, if you want to avoid another trip to the doctor.” Taehyung flushed at that, but knew Jimin only meant well. “Also,” he lifted up a small box, “complimentary floss from me so you can keep your teeth clean.”

Flossing, ugh. He nodded, accepting it gratefully. “Thanks, Dr. Park.”

“Please, we’re the same age, call me Jimin.

Taehyung blanched, “You’re the same age as me?”

“Hyung didn’t tell you?” Jimin looked amused then, “how odd. But yeah, we’re both born in ’95.”

Holy shit. Taehyung felt so in over his head. “Wow, what are the odds?”

“Pretty big actually,” Jimin grinned, “so yep, that’s all from me. Any other questions?”

Are you single? Can I have your number? Do you like dogs? Can I marry you? How are you not as scary as every other doctor I’ve had as a kid?

“Nope,” he answered simply, “thanks, Jimin. It’s been nice meeting you.”

“You too, Taehyung, I’ll see you around.”

Taehyung thought that it was kind of cute that he was already dropping honorifics, but chose not to peep a word about it. With one last bow, he made his way over to the door.

However, before he could make it very far, Jimin intercepted him to hand him a lollipop. “For your gallant efforts,” he grinned, no malice or mocking whatsoever in his voice.

Taehyung might just be in love.

—

Namjoon’s penthouse was perhaps the most luxurious place Taehyung had ever set foot upon. While his apartment was a little on the smaller side, Namjoon had a generous amount of space to host his guests. The guy wasn’t a snob at all either, always so kind with his wealth and so philanthropic. Husband material, some might say.

When he arrived, dressed in a crisp salmon shirt, top button popped open, and his favorite jeans that made his ass looked fucking fantastic, Namjoon was the one to greet him. “Taehyung! You made it! How’s your teeth?”

Namjoon also was dating Seokjin so that meant that he was privy to every single bit of information that Seokjin knew—including the suffering of his colleagues and employees. “Perfect,” he grinned for added measure, flashing his perfect set of teeth.

“Great, ‘cause I’ve got that champagne you like.”

Taehyung breathed in, cupping the man’s face. “I think I love you.”

Namjoon only laughed and ushered him in, “You have to compete with Seokjin then for my affections. Food is out on the table, you know where everything is, don’t break anything, have fun.” With those last tidbits of advice, the elder was whisked away to tend to his other guests, namely Hoseok who was on the verge of toppling over Namjoon’s bookcase.

Taehyung mingled with a few coworkers he recognized. They ran in similar social circles so their friends overlapped, allowing the younger to interact with a lot of the people there. He was a bit of a social butterfly, if he had to admit. He didn’t really have a hard time communicating with others and initiating talks that could have them droning on and on for hours—he wasn’t sure whether it was a gift or a curse.

He stuffed his face stupid with food and too many flutes of that delicious champagne. His eyes scanned the crowd, most of the faces identified as familiar in his brain directory. However, only one individual stood out amongst the rest and he was standing in a far corner, quietly nursing his drink.

“Hey, Jimin right?” Taehyung grinned.

“Yeah, oh, Taehyung!” he snapped his fingers, seeming accomplished that he could recall his former patient’s name. “How are you doing? How’s your teeth?”

That’s the second time he’s been asked tonight, third if you included Jeongguk making fun of him for being scared of the dentist. He had gotten an ass whooping for that alone. “Teeth is great, pearly white and clean,” he widened his smile to show to his doctor that he had indeed taken his advice. Except for the flossing, he was going to make a ban on that.

“That’s great to hear,” Jimin looked relieved, “I hope there was no more pain afterwards.”

“I’ve been gorging down cake like there’s no tomorrow and a shit ton of this,” he lifted up his glass, “it’s great. I love having nice teeth again so I can stuff my face stupid. Have you eaten yet?”

Jimin brightened at that, nodding enthusiastically. “Yeah, hyung is a great cook, I still can’t believe he prepared everything for tonight. If I could husband that man, I would.”

“You take him, I’ll take Namjoon-hyung. It’ll be the perfect cockblocking plan.”

The other boy tinkled with laughter adorably, the sound ringing sweetly in his ears. Taehyung found himself seeking for jokes and material in his mind to elicit the same sounds from him. They ended up chatting amicably, picking up more champagne and snacks to fill their bellies. Somewhere halfway through the night, the two settled down on the couch. Taehyung leaning close to tell his stories, albeit a little drunkenly. Jimin leaning even closer to listen in and share his adorable reactions. They bumped foreheads every once in a while when they got too close, then proceeded to laugh at how ridiculous that was.

“You guys look comfy,” Seokjin showed up sometime afterwards, grinning from ear to ear. “Who knew that Taehyung would get over his fear of doctors by attempting to hook up with one?”

Jimin flushed prettily at that, his cheeks reddening to tomatoes and his ears heating up a fiery pink. Taehyung only scoffed, “Way to ruin my chances, hyung. I could’ve had a win-win there—get rid of my stupid phobia and nail a cute man. You’ve foiled it all.”

“My apologies,” Seokjin hummed, “but not really. You guys are grossly cute. I think I saw Jeongguk pop a boner just by watching the two of you.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes, “Jeongguk is an infant who gets his dick hard from seeing a good pastry. Don’t even deny it, I’ve seen it happen when you brought your homemade hazelnut croissants to work.” Then he directed his attention to Jimin, “Jeongguk is this brat in our division. Big muscles, scary eyebrows, but he is a baby. Our baby.”

Jimin chuckled again at that, patting Taehyung’s thigh comfortingly. “I think I’ve seen him around. Though, what’s cuter is probably your fear of doctors. I had no idea you had that.”

Seokjin snorted, shaking his head. “You should’ve seen him, he tried to lie about going to the dentist that I had to call you up,” he sighed, offering Taehyung his own condolences.

Heaven help him. Taehyung was about to offer his own condolences to his chances with Park Jimin. The man, he learned, was brilliant and beautiful at the same time. Also he had the brawns what with his toned body and gym addiction. He was the ultimate triple threat, the ultimate boyfriend material.

“Why are you still here?” Taehyung jutted out his bottom lip.

“Okay, okay, I know when I’m not wanted, you ass,” Seokjin hissed, getting to his feet. “Have fun, kids, don’t forget to use protection.”

When he finally walked away, Taehyung let out a frustrated huff. He really did need better friends who wouldn’t fuck up his chances with every cute guy he tried to chat up. It’s happened too many times before, especially when Jeongguk got a little too drunk during their one department outing to a club and he had draped himself all over Taehyung that he missed out on the chance of getting that sugar daddy.

Though, he supposed fate worked in funny ways. If he had a sugar daddy, he might not have been so keen to seek out Park Jimin this way, and that would’ve been the biggest regret of his life. The two of them had good chemistry that neither of them could deny. Even after only one interaction and that lengthy conversation, Taehyung felt as if he had found a new best friend in this man.

“So was it true?” Jimin asked then, turning his head cutely. God, Taehyung wanted to kiss his plump lips and maybe suck in that bottom lip and bite it.

“What? My fear of doctors?” Taehyung cocked an eyebrow and Jimin’s lips tightened and nodded. “Yeah, I don’t know. They freak me out. I’ve always been kind of terrified of them, not sure why. They’re kind of scary, you have to admit. Lab coats and that intimidating glare.”

Jimin giggled again, running his hand up Taehyung’s arm. “Do you think I’m intimidating?”

“No, you’re just… really cute. Like really, really cute,” Taehyung frowned, wondering if he was satisfied with that answer. Jimin was far from frightening, the guy practically existed like an angel.

“Hm, really? That’s good to hear,” Jimin murmured thoughtfully. Before Taehyung realized, the man had already placed a warm palm on his thigh. His touch burned and Taehyung suddenly was hyperaware of how close they were. He could feel Jimin’s breath against his neck, against his cheek. His hand on his leg squeezing the flesh underneath as if to remind Taehyung that it was fucking there. The air in the room seemed to diffuse out completely, leaving him a little breathless. How had he not been aware of the tension that arose between the two of them until then?

Taehyung could only babble his agreement, taking another big gulp of his drink to get more liquid courage.

“So,” Jimin started, scooting even closer if that were possible. Their bodies were pressed together, leaving no room for Taehyung to breathe. Jimin tightened his hold around his thigh again, looking up from his pretty lashes at Taehyung. “Since you’re so scared, why don’t I give you private checkups? I can make sure that you’re fit and healthy.”

“P-private checkups?” His brain suddenly stopped working. How did one even comprehend sentences when Park Jimin was this close?

“Mhmm,” Jimin hummed, creeping his hand up higher. He was so close, so close to his crotch. Taehyung’s zipper might burst from the sheer tenacity of its desire to seek Jimin’s hand. “I can get my hands all over you, make sure you’re nice and comfy before I start checking your body. Make sure everything is functioning fine and that you’re still a healthy, growing boy.”

Taehyung wanted to say that he was no longer growing, but the thought of Jimin calling him a good boy, that he was a healthy boy, had his dick stirring in his pants. God, he could practically imagine Jimin in his coat, laying him back on the bed and exploring every inch of him. He would run his heated hands and act as if he was checking on Taehyung, fondling his nipples and pinching them. Then he would wander his hand down south, ghosting over the softness of his stomach before wrapping around his dick.

Taehyung wanted to cry just letting his imagination take over. He was perfectly aware that he was basically hyperventilating at that point with the thought of a sexy doctor roleplay with Park Jimin. All thoughts and fears of doctors seemed to fly out the window when it was Jimin handling him. He could most definitely roll with that.

This was going to be the death of him. RIP Kim Taehyung.

“Yeah,” Taehyung swallowed thickly, “I think I can work with that.”

Jimin grinned smugly, “That’s good. I can even do the private checkup in my house, lay you out on my comfortable bed to make sure you’re relaxed and ready for me. Do you want that?”

Yes, yes, fuck yes. Sign him the fuck up. He was going to book himself for this one-on-one session everyday for the next five years of his life. He was ready.

Instead he said, “Yep, yep, sounds great.” He was barely keeping it together. His chest was so tight with his lungs pushing out what was left of his breaths.

“Do you want me to check on you, baby?” Jimin tittered close to him, teeth catching the shell of his ear teasingly. Fuck. Taehyung jerked a little in his seat. The member between his legs was throbbing painfully, practically begging for a release. God, he could feel sweat collecting in the back of his neck and making his palms all clammy. He was reacting like a prepubescent boy, Christ, he needed to get laid soon. Preferably by this sexy dentist who probably knew just how to toy with his mouth, maybe fuck into it with his dick too.

Shit.

“Taehyung?” Jimin whispered.

“Hm?” His voice sounded strained, forced. He was on the cusp of a breakdown and an orgasm at the same time. This was torture.

“You wanna get out of here?” Jimin squeezed his thigh again. Bad move, very bad move. He wanted to come on the spot. “My place isn’t too far away and I drove so—”

He leapt to his feet, bouncing lightly as he offered a hand out to the other boy. “Yes, shit, fuck yes. Let’s go. I’m ready to bolt and have you fuck my ass or the other way around.”

Jimin’s lips parted in surprise, his eyes briefly glancing around the room to see if anyone had noticed them. Fortunately, everyone was busy with their own devices and conversations, far too distracted to notice the bubbling sexual tension between the two of them. That was, except for Seokjin. But Jimin shouldn’t mention it to Taehyung then because it might ruin the moment. So he took his hand and grinned up at him. “Let’s go, baby, I’ll make sure you feel all nice and cozy with me.”

It was safe to say that Taehyung went back to Jimin’s place and had the release of a lifetime. It was like magic had rained down fairy dust upon the world and righted all of its wrongs. His orgasms (yes, fucking plural) were mind-blowing and muscle-exploding. He couldn’t move an inch afterwards. His ass was thoroughly fucked out because, turns out, Jimin was pretty rough when it came to bed and Taehyung really, really wasn’t complaining. He had gotten a nice, satisfying fuck from a very, very pretty man who was lying down next to him in that moment.

Jimin looked beautiful awake, looked beautiful as he fucked into Taehyung from above and leaned down to capture his lips. But he also looked beautiful asleep, his expression smoothed out into one of absolute peacefulness and serenity. His shoulders were bare and so was the rest of him underneath the sheets.

Taehyung took his time drinking in the man’s glorious beauty and wondering how God could have gifted someone with all the powers in the world to rule it. Life really wasn’t fair. But for now, Taehyung could feel that at least his irrational fear of doctors had been somewhat cured but also compensated by this lovely man across from him.

He scooted closer, draping his hand over Jimin’s waist and feeling the boy tuck himself into Taehyung’s chest. His heart felt like it was about to burst and it was strange to feel so much for someone he’s only known for a short period of time. It might just be the post-orgasm high, but he would take it for that moment. He had all the time in the world to figure it out after all.

With that, he allowed his eyes to close, eyelids fluttering shut, and fall into deep slumber, dreaming of a beautiful man who could fuck the living daylights out of him but shit sunshine out of his ass. It was a good night.

“Kim Taehyung,” Jimin chided and the guilty man turned around to look at his boyfriend sheepishly. It was in their fourth month anniversary and Taehyung had taken him out to a good dessert place somewhere in between both their workplaces to sit back and relax. They had enjoyed their time there and managed to fill their bellies full of ice cream and cakes to their heart’s content and their stomach’s suffering.

“Yes, honey?”

Jimin narrowed his eyes sharply at him, flinging the tiny package in his direction. “Don’t honey me.”

“Jiminie—”

“Not that either.”

Taehyung pouted petulantly, “You’re being mean. And it’s our anniversary too.”

“It’s been four months, darling. When we’ve gotten past a year, then you can start breaking the rules. But for now, you live under my boyfriend umbrella so you have to follow what I tell you to do.”

In any other situation, Taehyung would find his being bossy a sexy trait. Jimin knew how to control himself in bed and knew even better how to control Taehyung just the way the both of them liked it. However, in that moment, all he wanted to do was throw a tantrum and toss that blasted thing into a flaming pit of fire.

“You’re mean,” Taehyung repeated like a child but popped open the lid again.

“Do you really want another hole in your teeth? I patched one up a month ago and you’re already pulling this shit again.”

“It sucks,” he whined, nuzzling his face into Jimin’s neck.

Jimin kept him at arm’s length and raised an eyebrow, “Don’t play with me, Tae. Do it.”

Releasing a sigh of surrender, Taehyung nodded solemnly and pulled it out. He cut off the floss with the cap and began to work at the gaps between his teeth, picking out everything he needed to keep it clean.

His boyfriend beamed proudly and cooed while pinching his cheek. “That’s my good boy. I’ll reward you good tonight, okay? You’ve kept your teeth clean after all.”

“Does that mean I get to suck your dick again?” Taehyung’s eyes sparkled.

“Yes, baby, yes it does.”

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ya killin me Hollis... so for that 1-98

99 Gay-ish Asks [x]

1) how tall are you?

like 5ft 3in. not tall at all

2) what is your body type?

I’m not sure if i fall under the “husky” category?

3) what is your favorite part about your body?

my legs are pretty solid and pretty brolic, so I guess we can go with that.

4) is your current hair color your natural hair color?

Negative.

5) are you more outgoing or more shy?

Definitely shy. But at work, I can sometimes fake the “outgoing” pretty okay

6) are you more femme or butch?

…. uhh… butch..ish… i guess?

7) are you tol or smol?

hella smol

8) wine mom or vodka aunt?

i mean.. I don’t drink so… neither…

9) weird habit?

I crack my knees

10) favorite meme?

oh man, too many to decide

11) do you sing in the shower?

not really anymore.

12) ever used a bow and arrow?

Merida has shown me a thing or two

13) are/were you a theatre kid?

never

14) have you ever seen a broadway musical?

In no particular order, I’ve seen: Wicked, Beauty & The Beast, Grease, and Mamma Mia

15) do you think musicals are cheesy?

i’m neutral

16) have you ever been a part of a protest or a march?

I did do the March For Life in high school (my stand on the situation has since changed).

17) favorite Cards Against Humanity Card?

it has been so long since I’ve last played CAH, that I don’t actually remember

18) last movie you watched?

Shrek.

19) behind the camera or in front of it?

i live behind a camera.

20) favorite tv show?

Bob’s Burgers is the show I currently watch most, so we’ll go with that.

21) meaning behind your url

it’s line from Carmilla

22) reason you joined tumblr

I think an at the time Buddy of mine told me about it and I should sign up. and i was like “aiite”

23) who’s your closest tumblr friend?

Zach, Laura, Kelli, Sky

24) what’s something most people love that you hate?

being the center of attention

25) have you ever taken narcotics?

I’m not big on drugs to any capacity… and avoid taking any if I don’t need to… and idek what actually is considered “narcotics”… so i really have no idea ?

26) have you had sex?

I have not.

27) have you ever gotten caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?

nothing “bad”, I don’t think. idk, I was never that “bad” of a kid.

28) worst/funniest lie you’ve ever told?

i’ve never told this story to anyone before, but i completely forgot about it until right now. So in college, I told a professor that my (i think it was a final?) had gotten ruined by rain that got in my bag, and I tossed the papers. In truth, either I hadn’t done it or i hadn’t finished it.

29) describe your passion without mentioning it.

what am i even passionate about these days ?

30) describe your best friend.

His name is Zach, he was one of my college roommates. He’s the Felix to my Sarah, my baby brother in every way possible. He’s always there when I need him, and my personal cheerleader and biggest supporter. He’s also patiently impatient about me getting a girlfriend :p

31) give us one thing about you that no one knows.

please refer to question 28.

32) how do you feel right now?

I’m getting kinda sleepy… It is 3:35am after all. and I’m only not even a full 1/3rd of the way through these questions

33) what is your biggest fear?

Bees. Needles. Being Abandoned by people. Feelings.

34) what’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

Ocean Avenue, by Yellowcard. I have no idea why, but it gets me so hype while I’m driving, and gets me to pull my windows down and blast my music.

35) what is the best decision you’ve made in your life so far?

applying for the Disney College Program one last time.

36) have you ever tried your hardest and then been disappointed in the end?

haven’t we all at least once ?

37) something you fantasize about.

having an awesome girlfriend some day

38) last time you cried and why

a few days ago I cried out of frustration as I’m trying to figure out my living situation

39) what was the last thing that made you laugh?

the fact that you sent me as many questions as I sent you

40) do you really, truly miss someone right now?

it’s been five months since I lost my Pup, and I truly painfully miss her on the daily

41) who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?

Zach.

42) the last time you felt broken?

a few nights ago, due to something that was said in a one on one with my leader

43) are you starting to realize anything?

slowly…

44) are you more dominant or more submissive?

I don’t think this applies?

45) i’ll only date you if _____. (fill in the blank)

you can accept me, from my sarcasm to my mental health (or lack there of), everything in between and beyond

46) do you prefer to date people the same age as you, younger, or older?

I’m here more for your maturity level then your actual age

47) describe the person you’re in love with/have a crush on in great detail.

I’m definitely not “in love” with anyone, and I avidly avoid the 5 letter C word.

48) do you have any kinks?

getting a good night’s sleep

49) first thing you notice in a person?

between their smile and their eyes

50) how can someone win your heart?

sarcasm

51) been rejected by a crush?

ugh, i hate the C word but yes, yes I have.

52) have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back?

sure have !

53) would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?

nope

54) is trust a big issue for you?

huge.

55) did you hang out with the person you like recently?

nope.

56) is confidence cute?

extremely

57) what would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy?

i wouldn’t say anything… like if someone else makes them happy, i’m not gonna come between that

58) would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh?

no way

59) does the person you have feelings for right now know you do?

………..moving on

60) ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?

my entire existence is generally embarrassing to anyone, so .. yeah lol

61) do you want to get married?

I’d like to.

62) worst thing you’ve ever done?

i have no idea what the number one worst thing is… and honestly I don’t even want to know

63) three things that turn you on.

when someone can confidently take charge of the room, a cute laugh, and sarcasm. (also, just want it to be known, none of these are “sexual” turn ons, but things that can turn me on to a person)

64) who do you hate?

that’s a story for another day

65) favorite term of endearment?

Dude (thats an endearing term, right?)

66) who was your celebrity/fictional gay awakening?

ohman… i’m not sure. Natalia Livingston (Emily Quartermaine, GH), maybe? Eva LaRue (Maria Santos, AMC)? Tamara Bruan (Carly Corinthos, GH)?

The soap ladies were/are pretty, and I was a wee gay, okay ?

67) intimidating girls or kind girls?

in fairness… i feel like all girls are intimidating to some degree or another.

68) what do you look for in a possible partner?

someone who makes me smile and laugh, someone who keeps me on my toes, someone who pushes me to be better. someone i can have fun with, be sarcastic with, and someone who can be sarcastic and witty back at me.

69) do you tend to like more masculine, feminine, or androgynous girls?

the personality behind the girl speaks volumes… also has a MAJOR affect on if i find her attractive or not.

70) are you good at flirting?

not even a little bit

71) who was the first person you came out to?

Tiffany.

72) do you have any friends who are wlw?

thankfully, most of them are !

73) is your crush wlw?

i hate the C word, but every girl I’ve had my eye on for one reason or another has turned out to be WLW.

74) last person to make you reconsider your sexuality?

i’ve honestly always been ace, whether I knew it or not.

75) write a short love poem to your crush/self?

i’m as good of a poet as I am expressing my feelings

spoiler: I’m not.

76) do you fall in love easily?

Situation depending, I can fall in LIKE or INFATUATION easily. but definitely not love.

77) is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about?

what’s a gay without some past trauma

78) are you good at hiding your feelings?

depends on the person and the feelings (but mostly, yes, I think so.)

79) are you a forgiving person?

For the most part, no. but it also depends on how bad you messed up… I can be, for the right person and the right circumstances.

80) what is your “type?”

idk if i have a strict “type”.

81) fall asleep in her arms or rub her back until she falls asleep in yours?

the secret third option: play with her hair until she falls asleep in mine

82) tall girls or short girls?

yes

83) hugs or kisses?

i’m not always the greatest at physical contact, and the idea of my first kiss scares the actual shit out of me … so i guess hug for now?

84) twirl her around or get twirled?

please just me play with your hair

85) tummy kisses or thigh kisses?

uhhh… tummy ? i guess ? like i’m not out here trying to get in your thighs

86) hairline kisses or neck kisses?

is a hairline kiss the same a forehead kiss ?

87) play with her hair or stroke her tummy?

i refer you back to #84

88) making out or soft kisses?

soft

89) hugs around the neck or hugs around the waist?

i’d probs prefer waist… i guess?

90) how confident are you in your sexuality?

110% confident i’m not sexually attracted to anyone

91) when you like someone do you blush or get butterflies in your stomach?

my dude. Pal. Bro. your boii gets the whole damn zoo in a stampede-that-killed-Mufasa style, and it turns her stomach upside down, inside out, all around, and breaks it into a million pieces.

92) have you ever liked a friend as more than a friend? did you tell them?

yes I have, and yes I did.

93) how old were you when you realized you were into girls?

i was littttttle

94) most embarrassing thing you’ve done in front of a cute girl?

exist

95) do you have a favorite lesbian ship? is it canon?

Laura/Carmilla. and yes.

96) what is the most aggravating thing someone has said to you about your sexuality?

No One really has ever said anything too aggravating to me about asexuality.

97) when was the last time a girl made your heart flutter?

last night (Tuesday; July 23rd, ‘19)

98) what is love to you?

Love is… all the songs making sense (throwback reference, I couldn’t resist). Love is “whats mine can be ours”. Love is working together to give it your all.

#askbox #sn0wblinded #- that last question was hard #idk that much about love #tbh though... a lot of these were kind of hard.#Mandii Talks In Tags

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