#and like yeah the things they were doing were less than ideal lmao BUT!
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uncanny ii. resemblance ∯
♡° pairing. . . lee heeseung x male reader
♡° genre. . . smut, fluff, angst
♡° summary. . . so you ended up with your twin sister’s boyfriend... what a turn of events. heeseung is definitely your dream guy, but little did you expect all of what exactly would unfold once you got him.
♡° includes. . . bottom!reader, even more horny bisexual hee!! lmao, lots & lots of kissing, dry humping, possessive heeseung, finger sucking, car sex (almost), blow job, orgasm prolonging, unprotected sex (dont irl!!)
♡° wc. . . 7k
°A/N. . . requested by many !! months & months later... finally 😮💨, i am so happy to be posting this!! i had no idea that so many of you would enjoy Uncanny, & i never intended on adding a second part. im just so mad it took me so long to write— so i’m sorry guys, i really hope its not awful !!!
. . . .% Part 1 ♡ % . . . .
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“so.... you two are now... dating...?”
three pairs of very beady yet confused eyes lingered before you in your family living room. their glances examined you head to toe, along with a certain 6' ft male who stood beside you.
you could feel your palm growing clammy in heeseung’s hold as you both timidly nodded, desperate to read the intent behind the deadpanned expression on your parents’ faces.
despite heeseung’s tall and stronger build, he almost felt his weakening knees give from beneath him as he caught eye contact with your sister-- his ex-- who had an ominously suspicious look on her face. he had seen this expression on her quite often, but was never the recipient. it was less than ideal.
“well, y/n, do you really like him?” your mother chimed, her puzzled tone cracking the silence.
all you could do was nod once again, slightly more fervently at the question. if only ‘like’ was enough to describe your feelings for the equally-as-nervous boy who stood fiddling with your fingers.
“and heeseung? do you really like my son?” your father spoke up this time, eyebrows transfixed as he sunk deeper into his leather recliner.
heeseung found himself only able to offer a shy nod as well, the soles of his shoes feeling as if they were hovering over lava from the heat of the atmosphere.
“words, son.” your dad sternly quipped.
it was unbelievable to heeseung how these two adults, whom he'd usually seen as secondary parents, suddenly felt like stone cold, life-sentencing supremes.
“yes–” the poor boy coughed, clearing his throat. “yes sir.”
the fluttering of your heart after hearing his confession out loud threatened to distract you from the anxiety that surged through your nerves, but one glance up at your sister snatched you back to reality.
you couldn’t believe any of this was actually happening. normally, you and your twin shamelessly spilled everything you thought and felt to one another without a second thought - but you could only feel like shit as your mind resurfaced flashbacks of heeseung working your body in ways you’d only dreamt about, while your sibling, who just so happened to be his former lover, lingered cluelessly outside your room.
you and the older male had debated often after your first hookup whether or not this was something you guys should make public, out of fear of what your sister would think.
but you knew you were too in love with heeseung– and always have been, to keep things suppressed. especially since neither of you showed signs of leaving what happened as a simple one night stand. so you chose the route of honesty, which lead you to the painfully awkward confession in front of your high council of family members.
“okay.” your mother, sister, and father chirped in a perky unison.
the air shifted, the imaginary weight your shoulders bore suddenly vanishing into nothingness.
“okay!?” you and heeseung blurted in an equally perplexed harmony.
“yeah, okay!” your sister responded, on her own this time.
she uncrossed her folded arms, picking up the laundry basket she was previously interrupted from lugging to her room. “whatever keeps mr. clingy out of my hair so often. he’s a lot like an abandoned puppy at times, you know... was starting to get a bit draining.”
“i’m... right here, you know.” heeseung mumbled out in response to your sister’s teasing. you noticed the tint of his cheeks growing red and couldn’t help but softly chuckle.
“honey, don’t be a bully.” your dad replied before your parents emitted a couple giggles themselves.
“i’m sure what she meant to say was,” your mother started, standing to grab her purse and approach heeseung. “we love having you around. you’ve been a part of this family for some time now, so as long as you take care of our son as well as you did our daughter, there’s no reason for us to not give you our blessing.”
and with that, she gave heeseung and yourself a quick peck to the cheeks before sauntering out of the room. she was followed shortly by the others, leaving just the two of you motionless as mannequins; both dumbfounded.
that was... easy. too easy.
the back of your head landed gently against your pillows as heeseung pressed a deep kiss into your lips, giddy giggles escaping the both of you.
the taller male’s hands casually roamed under your tank top as his mouth nearly swallowed you whole, pliantly groaning as he felt your fingers dance into his locks. his confidence was through the roof, the adrenaline from the confession still running ramped through his bones.
he rolled his hips flush into yours, smirking into the makeout after absorbing one of your small whimpers.
“what... even just happened?” you sighed out as heeseung moved to nip at your jaw.
“i have no fucking clue.” he chuckled between nibbles on your sensitive skin, tracing over the area under your ear with his eager tongue.
you moaned, tugging his head back to reconnect your lips and feel that very tongue glide over yours. you reveled in the feeling of his hands massaging you beneath your shirt, not even the slightest bit surprised when he lifted it high enough to place kisses on your tummy.
“i just don’t- seriously... how did we pull that off??” you babbled, genuinely baffled while heeseung adjusted between your legs into an easier position for planting pecks along your hips.
he hummed into your skin, propping one of your legs around his torso. “i don’t know, i guess we’re way better than we thought.”
heeseung’s kisses started growing hungrier, and he took the liberty to suck a few marks on the surface of your stomach amidst your confused rambling. your hips started instinctively rolling into his chest, and you bit back a moan from the friction of your member grinding against his solid pecs.
“seunggie, wait, literally everyone is still home...”
“so? we got the green light, didn’t we?” the boy taunts before playfully tugging on the waistband of your shorts.
you chuckle before nudging his hands away, scooting yourself back to sit up against your bed’s headboard. “i think so... but let’s talk about that first.”
heeseung huffed while blinking his gorgeous lashes at you, dramatically hovering above the empty silhouette of where your body was.
“talk about...?”
“well, the word my parents used. dating.” you uttered as if it were a curse word.
“you... want to talk about the word ‘dating’?” he questioned, shifting to prop his head up with an elbow.
“not the word itself, stupid- i just..... i think-” you stumbled, laughing to yourself while also resisting that familiar rosy blush from spreading on your cheeks. "i think if we’re officially a thing...”
heeseung hesitatingly nodded along with your words, his beautiful brown orbs watching you intently as if he was trying to read your mind.
“then shouldn’t we, like, do the things people who date do before we keep messing around? like,, don’t we have to do that sappy couple stuff before sex?”
heeseung couldn’t help but release a loud chuckle at your adorableness, attempting to muffle it in a nearby pillow. god, you wanted to at least pretend to be aggravated, but his laugh was just too damn cute.
“you’ve never dated anyone, have you?” he asked when he eventually finished his cackles.
“...is it that obvious?” you chime, your signature blush undeniably as present as ever.
the older boy cooed at you, quickly sitting up and pulling you into the empty space between his lap. he pecked your lips, running his thumb along the bridge of your nose and fondly examining your flustered face, a little too long for your liking, before finally speaking up.
“i mean, if my baby boy wants a date, then that’s what we’ll do. you’re right, we should get to know each other more first.”
you wanted to melt into a puddle and trickle all over his lap right then and there, and absolutely would if you physically could. you felt small, but protected, under heeseung’s gaze. something about the way he looked at you made your insides ignite with a feeling you’d never felt so intensely before, and you started to realize you were down… bad.
“okay!” you triumphed brightly.
you cupped your hands around his neck, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on his forehead before staring back into his eyes.
“where do you wanna go?” heeseung inquired, nonchalantly leaning back on his arms propped behind him.
“i don’t know? we just established i’m the one who’s never done this before!” you admitted while shifting your eyes down to his prominent adams apple, grazing your finger over it.
“fine, it’ll be a surprise. and you’re gonna love it. this friday.”
everything just sounded so cool coming from him, and he spoke in that careless manner that was just too hot to keep you focused.
“perfect,” you feigned confidence, having transitioned to fiddling with his hoodie’s drawstrings. “and... no more kissing until then.”
heeseung let out an exaggerated gasp, eyebrows furrowing at you.
you could only chuckle before being completely tackled back into your mattress, your boyfriend’s lips as relentless as ever.
so much for that rule.
two weeks later, you and heeseung were sickeningly attached by the hips— and lips— more than ever.
the boy had swooped you off your feet in every sense of the term. he took you on your first date, a dual movie-picnic date on his front lawn wrapped in warm blankets (all too cliché, but still didn’t fail to spark a storm of butterflies in your stomach), which led to your second. and then third. and then fourth... and they only got better each time.
after living a long, agonizing year of being secretly infatuated with him, you weren’t sure if it were physically possible to even fall for this guy any more.
yet, you were wrong.
through solely a few mere weeks, myriad of walks around town, and late night drives, you were seeing so many more sides of heeseung than you could’ve imagined. his charms, humor, honesty, chivalry, and even his flaws. you were taking in all of it. and he was learning so much more about you, beyond the fact of being the former love of his life’s twin brother.
you were growing obsessed with each other, and it showed. at no point in the day could heeseung keep his hands to himself anymore, and you were hardly complaining.
it even came down to the time you had to actually pry his lips from your neck in a public restaurant so that a stunned waitress, the unfortunate soul to serve your table, could finally take your order.
he just loved to show you off;
no matter where you were.
his tinge of possessiveness was a bit embarrassing at first, but god it was kinda hot. you were so caught up in the total package of lee heeseung that you hardly had sense to worry about anything else; not caring if you were in the seclusion of your rooms or a grocery store parking lot when he would snake one of his hands down your pants to greet your erection.
every little thing he did drove you crazy, and even more so vice versa.
little did you know, heeseung was operating from a slightly different source of obsession.
you sat in the passenger seat of heeseung's red mercedes, soft rnb music playing through your boyfriend's speakers as one of his hands securely held the back of your neck while he lathered your lips in passionate, lustful kisses.
you moaned as heeseung swirled his tongue in your mouth, taking his sweet time in tasting you and using his free hand to guide yours down to his crotch. you were hesitant, but couldn't resist pressing your palm to his member to feel how hard he already was.
heeseung exhaled from the pleasure, wasting no time in maneuvering your hand beneath his waistband. he swallowed a gasp that escaped your lips once he started shamelessly bucking his hips up into your hold.
it took strength, but you willed yourself to break apart from the kiss and give him a nervous look, considering the two of you were parked in front of his parent's house in broad daylight.
"babe," you spoke, catching your breath. "we're about to go inside, we shouldn't."
your boyfriend smirked at you, hearing your warning but noticing how you still hadn't retracted your hand from inside his pants. his eyes also caught the slowly forming tent in your own jeans.
"exactly, that's why we should get this out of the way now." he half whined, needily leaning over into your space and tugging at your hips. "my mom takes forever to get dinner ready, you know I can't wait."
his plush lips were immediately on your neck before you could rebut, him aiming straight for your weak spot. damn, he knew exactly how to kill your resolve in an instant.
you rolled your eyes, partially from annoyance but also from the way he groaned while sucking on your soft flesh. you fumbled a bit, climbing over the center console and settling atop of his thighs. his satisfied grin only grew wider before rushing to capture your lips again, his kisses as addicting as ever.
heeseung's large hands roamed up and down your back as he widened his jaw to deepen the kiss, and quickly settled them on your hips to grind you forwards on his lap.
your arms found purchase on his broad shoulders as you molded your mouths more fervently. heeseung repeated the action in a rhythm, pleased by how simple it was to get reactions out of you.
jolts of excitement tingled through your legs as your clothed bulges ran along each other, the feeling heavenly as you began bucking your hips on your own accord without his assistance. heeseung's hands snuck their way under your shirt and returned to roaming your back. he gently dragged his short nails along your skin, causing goosebumps to grow array all over you.
your own hands began unbuttoning his flannel and dipping under his collar, the familiar smoothness of his shoulders warm on your fingertips, helping settle your anxieties of being seen by the neighbors, or worse– his own parents who were inside the house mere steps away.
you couldn't understand how heeseung always had you in these sort of positions, but judging from the rock hard length pressing between your thighs, he was clearly into it.
heeseung could still feel your nervousness, and leaned back amused as he watched the embarrassment and pleasure battle for dominance on your face. he kissed the tip of your nose and chuckled.
"your sister used to love making out to this song." he mumbled in a low tone, dipping down to wrap his lips around your adams apple while simultaneously turning up the radio's volume.
you could barely register the odd statement as you threw your head back, eyes fluttering closed when heeseung started suckling and licking on the column of your throat in sync with the melodic tune that filled the car.
it was bliss, but just as you felt yourself drawing close to your high, the sentence rang through your head again.
your sister? this song? in this car?
suddenly, the image of your sister being in your exact same position– which she undoubtedly had been in several times before, flashed through your mind.
it caused you to jolt a little bit. heeseung paid no mind to the sudden action, thinking it was another one of your cute responses to his ministrations.
"uhm... hee?" your hips slowed to a halt, a bit of that familiar guilt settling into you again.
at first you thought it was just mindless sex talk, but as you had delved deeper into your official relationship with heeseung, you caught on to how often he would still talk about your twin, consistently making comparisons and recalling similarities between the two of you.
he wasn't necessarily wrong, but it was getting weirder as it progressed. you had just convinced yourself it was natural due to how similar you were with your sibling, and kept things pushing without dwelling on it for too long.
"hee?" you spoke again, opening your eyes when you hadn't gotten a response.
he hummed against your neck, sloppy kisses never ending in the crook of your neck. you managed to draw back, gently pushing his shoulders to disconnect from his lips. he looked at you quizzically, yet adoration still beaming in his eyes.
"i've been meaning to talk to you about-"
you were cut off by the abnormally loud ringing of his cell phone, which sat lodged in one of the car's cup holders. he sighed, telling you to wait just a moment when he read the caller id.
"hello? yeah mom, we just pulled up. we're coming in now." he exhaled, gently rubbing your thigh.
a huff of disappointment left your nose, but you were semi-grateful you didn't actually have to have the awkward conversion right before meeting his parents.
you gathered yourself back together, clasping the first few buttons of heeseung's shirt back together for him as he flattened the small wrinkles on yours.
he opened the car door, helping you climb out of his lap and onto the pavement, where you readjusted yourself in the reflection of the car's glass.
"after you, prince." heeseung gestured to his home's front door.
"but, it's your house." you responded.
"yeah, but... mom likes it when people make strong first impressions." the older boy grinned.
you took your bottom lip in between your teeth, a pool of nervousness returning to your gut as you realized you really had never met heeseung's parents before.
sure, they were all too familiar with your sister from their year together, but you were an entirely different story - an entirely more complicated story.
you knocked on the large glass front door nervously, heeseung standing just behind your shoulder. he leaned down to whisper.
"they don't take to strangers very well. if you get scared, tap my leg. they can be pretty tough."
heeseung was a liar.
you had received nothing but beaming smiles and suffocating hugs as soon as you stepped through the door.
you had prepared to walk into a homophobic hellfire, not knowing what sort of glares and comments would be thrown your way. setting the fact that you were a boy aside, you still had plenty to worry about.
heeseung left a committed relationship, albeit not by his own choice, just to end up with his girlfriend’s brother was quite a unique situation - yet it seems his parents hadn’t even thought about that as they chattered away through dinner table conversation. shit, the wholesome smile you were met with the second his mom opened the door would be tattooed in your mind forever.
“so, y/n dear, heeseung hasn’t been giving you too much trouble now, has he?” his mother asked as she cut her steak into tiny pieces from across the table.
“our son can be so lazy sometimes,” his dad chimed in with a chuckle. “gotta make sure he’s not constantly slacking off.”
you laughed, feeling like heeseung was being regarded as your new employee. you caught a slight frown on his face from his parents teasing, and you reached up to run your hand through his hair.
“i guess you could say he isn’t too bad.”
he looked to you quickly, an adoring smile growing, seemingly grateful you hadn’t joined in his parent’s shenanigans. or so he thought.
“except for when he takes forever to get out of bed. or to go run errands. or to-”
“alright!” he huffed, frustratingly spooning some food together on his plate.
you all erupted with laughter, he was so cute when he pouted. it was nice seeing lee heeseung, the confident athlete, get all blushy and shy around his parents - his usual commanding demeanor nowhere to be found as he sheepishly shoveled broccoli into his cheeks. yet another side of him you hadn’t expected to see, but made you fall just a little more.
you found yourself in heeseung’s room after dinner, a surprise to no one, after helping his parents clean the dishes afterwards.
you had taken the opportunity to spend more time laughing and teasing heeseung alongside his parents, so it was no shocker that he quickly whisked you away to his own private space - desperate to have all of your attention fully on him.
you giggled as you were ushered into his bedroom, his hands never leaving your waist until the door was securely shut.
“your parents are so much fun.” you beamed at the taller boy whose blush still lingered on his face.
“yeah, probably a little too much fun.” he huffed, walking over and plopping on his bed.
your eyes fondly gazed around his bedroom, surprisingly still somewhat childlike, figurines and pictures of his youth still lining the shelves. a genuine smile grew on your face. you really shouldn’t be shocked, he did often have the tendencies of a big baby.
“you know, mr. lee, you’re not all that of a tough guy.” you commented, reaching up to examine one of his action figures.
“oh, really? what makes you think that?” he chuckled back, discreetly unbuttoning his shirt while you were distracted.
“yeah… i don’t know why you put up the act so often, you’re really just a little softie. like i remember whe-” the words halted in their tracks when you turned to taunt him more, but froze at the view of his toned abs glaring right at you, jeans slightly lowered on his hips.
“is that so?” he responded lowly, tilting his head to the side. “why don’t you bring that little ass over here and see how much of a softie i really am?”
his words sent a wave of arousal straight to your cock, which you immediately tried to will from springing to action so quickly.
you let out a half-spirited scoff, trying to appear unbothered as he sat there and widened his legs while staring you down. but damn, the golden evening light that shone through his window was hitting him in all the right places. his solid abdomen lured you in while he lolled his head back, teasing you with the prominent grooves of his neck that had you practically squeezing your legs together.
damnit, he was temptation personified – too effortlessly hot for you to resist.
before you knew it your legs brought you to stand between his. he cocked an eyebrow before giving you another annoyingly sexy smirk and nodding his chin towards your own top.
“off.”
your face instantly surged with heat, but you couldn’t help but obey with the sudden authority he spoke with. in seconds your shirt was discarded and on the floor by his feet, a chill crawling across your topless chest.
“you know, i’m not really a fan of how much you used my parents to tease me tonight,” he said monotonously, raking a warm hand up your exposed torso. “i think you were enjoying it wayyy too much.”
his thumb found one of your perked nipples, rubbing in firm circles. you moaned at the sensation, just to hurriedly cover your mouth with your own hand, the realization that you were at his parents’ house hitting you once again.
“hee… wait.” you responded, attempting to take a step back.
heeseung only chuckled before catching you still with his free arm, continuing to play with your sensitive bud.
“where’s all the laughter now? you were having so much fun earlier, remember? let's keep that fun going.”
your boyfriend then leaned in to run his warm tongue over your other exposed nipple, causing you to hold back another whimper as your hands flew to his hair. he pulled your body closer as he started suckling on the bud, and you didn’t have it in you to fight it anymore. once he started working his mouth on you like this, you were puddy.
you cursed how weak you were to his actions, but even he could sense how badly you wanted him at all times.
“s-someones the jealous type, huh?” you stuttered, sounding way less intimidating than you wanted. “even over your parents, hm?”
he released your bud with a wet pop, dark eyes shooting straight up to yours before returning his lustful gaze to your body. your limbs started to quake with desire.
“how could i not be? when i have all of this just for me…”
both of his hands held your hips as he licked a long, teasing strip up your torso before finishing it with a peck to your chest. he locked eyes with you again, his determined pupils staring deep into your trembling, desperate ones. he enunciated his next words slow and smooth, like honey.
“just… for… me…”
you pounced first. you couldn’t take it anymore, the alluring mischief in his eyes and addictive touch all over your physique had you grinding your topless bodies together like animals. your limbs entangled with his as your mouths waged war together, the possessive bites against your lips sending your mind into a daze.
he effortlessly flipped you over, taking the advantage to grind down on you even stronger one last time before working the zipper of your jeans. he stripped the both of you down to your boxers in record time, licking his lips as he watched you begin to palm your own growing bulge - putting on a show for him.
“you’re going to absolutely kill me.” heeseung muttered, trying to control the raging need surging throughout him.
“your parents might do that for me, if they catch us.” you speak with a newfound confidence, hiding the fact that you were completely mortified of that exact occurrence.
heeseung chuckled before shimmying your last layer of underwear off, leaving you fully exposed for him as he lowered his own and started pumping his unbelievably large member.
“we won’t have to worry about it if you can stay quiet, prince.”
you thought heeseung was about to just dive into you raw as he lowered his muscular body to yours, but relaxed when you felt him reach under his pillow to grab a bottle of lube. your eyes grew wide.
“you planned this!” you gasped, fauxing a complaint.
“shh shhh.” heeseung hushed you, tapping his fingers against your lips.
narrowing your gaze at him, you didn’t hesitate to trap his fingers between your lips, emitting a low groan from your throat as you ran your tongue over his digits. you successfully caught him off guard, if his quiet gasp was anything to go by, but a sly grin crept on his face.
“naughty boy, trying to do my job for me. are you that excited?” he commented before yanking his digits from your mouth, chuckling at your pout.
he leaned down to swiftly place a flurry of pecks on your plump lips while lubing his fingers up, right before he reached down to push them into your entrance. you moaned into the air much louder than before, causing his other hand to toss the bottle of lube and clamp your mouth shut.
“god, baby, do you want them to hear us? control yourself.” he smirked, finding all too much pleasure in the way your eyes rolled back when he began pumping his digits in and out of you.
a mantra of muffled sounds flew from your mouth into heeseung’s palm, and thankfully so, since your body had already compromised your self control. when he finally pulled his fingers from your ass, you whined at the loss of contact.
“heeseung, please fuck me already. please.” you breathlessly begged once he removed his palm from your mouth.
again, heeseung mercilessly chuckled down at your state.
“such a needy boy… so fucked out and i haven’t even done much.”
you wanted to banter back like you usually would, but this man had already reduced you into such a desperate mess with nothing but a couple minutes and his hands. he learned so quickly how your body worked, and how much of an affect his words had on you. once you were turned on by him, you wanted– needed every ounce of him as soon as you could have him.
feeling merciful, heeseung lined up his girth with your entrance, pushing in slowly. this time, it was an equal struggle for both of you to keep yourselves quiet, the size of his length and intense look into your eyes causing you to melt while your hole sucked him in so desperately.
“fuck, fuck. still such a tight ass. my boyfriend really loves my cock, hm?” heeseung grunted, trying to keep himself together when he saw tears of pleasure form at the corner of your eyes.
you nodded your head, unable to form words at the pleasurable pain you felt. your fingers curled into his dark locs as he lowered his head to sink his teeth into your neck, sucking marks there in order to keep quiet. you were fighting with everything in you to not scream and beg him for more, for him to fully consume you.
“h-hee,” you whined, trying to keep it a whisper. “more.”
your hands sprawled along his toned back, feeling his muscles ripple as he began rutting his hips into yours, releasing deep moans into your neck. the vibration had you feel like you were levitating, a sensation only heeseung seemed to bring you.
legs sliding along his strong thighs, you wrapped them around his torso as he picked up in speed, your vision blurring over at his power.
“you’re so sexy, baby. sucking me in so well, making me lose my fucking mind.” he commented between the harsh nips along your jaw, sweat starting to bead around his forehead. “what if my parents came in here and saw me wrecking you like this? would you like that? my mom seeing me do all of this to you right here after breaking up with your sister.”
you squeezed your legs tighter around his torso as he spoke, causing you to moan out loud once feeling your leaky cock rub against his solid abs. before heeseung could shush you, you clenched down on his fat length while your liquids shot out over his chest - him finding the moment so hot that it was only a second before he was emptying out in you as well.
he collapsed on top of you after as you both silently gasped for breath, but you welcomed the crushing feeling.
you couldn’t believe you just screwed him in his childhood room, with his parents just on the other side of the door, praying they didn’t hear you. but knowing how turned on heeseung was by risks, you should’ve known this was gonna be how the night would end.
after just sitting in eachothers embrace for a while, you finally sat up, heeseung leaning over to place even more kisses on your glossed over lips, never getting enough of you.
“lets get cleaned up and head to bed, prince. my parent’s already know you’re staying the night.”
“staying the night?” you questioned tilted your head. you saw another sinister glint in his eye as he kissed you one more time.
“yeah, you still gotta meet my grandparents tomorrow.”
you drug your feet through the threshold of your home, utterly exhausted. it had been a long day of class, filled with a suspicious amount of exams and lectures compared to normal, but you were relieved to finally be done with the day.
heeseung had texted you just as you had begun driving home, telling you he was already at your place helping your dad with chores around the house. you smiled to yourself, still giddy over how perfect he was and thankful for the loving relationship between him and your family – you couldn’t wait to finally see him after such a draining day.
it was oddly silent as you walked through the house, failing to have found heeseung when visiting your parent’s room in hopes to collapse in his arms as soon as possible.
you heard giggling rise in volume as you crossed the house and neared your room. you drew closer to your door, hearing muffled sounds just behind it. when you curiously turned the doorknob, the sight of heeseung looming over your twin sister, mouth practically devouring her, caused you to stand frozen - blood running cold under your skin.
you stood speechless, tears beginning to well as you watched their lips passionately interlock in a noisy makeout just like they had done months before, tongues brazenly running along each other as wanton moans filling the atmosphere.
you tried to speak but could only choke out a sob, your knees threatening to betray you. heeseung and your sister paused, turning their heads towards you after hearing the sound. they both stared at you pathetically, and simply chuckled before heeseung returned his grip on your own headboard, continuing to thrust his tongue into your sister’s mouth - the latter resuming to claw at your boyfriend’s naked back and moaning smugly.
you were stunned, and wanted to scream, cry, or throw anything you could get your hands on at them…
but instead, you woke up.
your body jolted up in bed, met with a dimmed room and a ray of moonlight beaming onto you - reflecting a sheen of sweat on your face.
glancing around the darkened room, your eyes found the clock at read 1:25 am. not far from your line of sight was heeseung himself sprawled out beside you, softly snoring away with an arm draped over your waist. you noticed you were in one of his baggy shirts, the previously comforting smell almost causing you to grow nauseous.
you couldn’t control your breathing, stinging feelings of betrayal and embarrassment still burning in your gut from your dream - rather, nightmare.
you let out a deep sigh once you finally realized everything you had seen in your sleep state wasn’t real… everything except the tears. you felt salty droplets drip from your chin and onto heeseung’s arm, who began to stir.
humiliated, you tried to shuffle back down into your prior position in order to avoid waking up heeseung, failing to soften your fast breathing or stop your flow of tears.
but alas, as if your uncomfortability set off an inner alarm of his, heeseung had awoken. you felt him lean up on his elbow, arm lazily pulling you towards him.
“whats wrong, y/n?” he asked in a groggy voice.
immediately, another stream of tears raced down your cheek at the sound of his voice. it was embarrassing how worked up you had managed to get from a simple dream, but you almost felt sick even being this close to him, although he had done nothing wrong.
it had finally become too much; your insecurity and constant comparisons to your sister had caught up to you. the continuous chipping away at your rose-colored view of heeseung had ultimately found you, and it hurt like a bitch. your intrusive thoughts were convincing you that you were nothing but a rebound-by-blood, a second best option.
refusing to have heeseung see you like this - a sobbing mess in the middle of the night, you remained facing away from him, not answering his initial call.
“y/n.” he spoke again, a little more cognisant. he turned your body over, squinting at you through the dim lighting, before his eyes gently widened. “what happened? bad dream?”
he was right, but it was more so your subconscious so cruelly giving you a visionary of what you had secretly been scared of this whole time. sitting up, you wiped away the wet streaks on your face.
“heeseung… do you like me?”
the older male furrowed his brows. “babe, what? i-”
“im serious. do you like, me?” you insisted, doubt slithering its way onto your expression.
“where the hell is this coming from?” heeseung sighed, pushing himself to fully sit up.
“everytime we’re together, you always talk about her. how much i look like her, sound like her, the things i do… the things we do…"
as much as it pained you to finally ask this question out loud, you couldn't keep it in anymore.
"you’re not over my sister, are you?”
your beady eyes held a tundra of anxiety in them, with heeseung’s almost bulging out of his head.
“you make me feel like i’m not even my own person, hee.” you continued, voice cracking between sobs. “you’re still hung up on her and you just use me, don't you? just to feel like you’re still close to her.”
heeseung was baffled at your accusation, and was ready to rebut everything, until a wave of awareness crashed over him. his gaze softened, hearing the doubt and self-consciousness in your voice. he turned his body to face you directly.
“y/n. i won’t lie to you. when your sister dumped me, my entire world felt like it was shattering. i had gotten use to a life with her, and i did have genuinely strong feelings for her… i thought she was my everything.”
you could feel yet another dam breaking behind your eyelids, closing them shut in order to keep the waterworks from flowing.
“but,” he spoke firmly, taking both of your hands in his before you could retract them. “i love you, y/n. i love you. when i started seeing you, i did think it would just be a way for me to move on, but you are amazing. so fucking amazing. everything you do, all you've done for others,, i’ve fallen so fucking hard for the person that you are. you’ve made me feel things she never did, and never could. i’m sorry i’d been so caught up on your sister before, i guess i just wasn’t ready to move on as soon as i thought. but there is absolutely nobody i’d rather be with than you… right now, in this moment. i promise you that with every fiber of my entire being.”
with that, the well overflowed, streams of tears treading down your skin and landing on the interlocked knuckles of you and heeseung. you knew telling the truth, his words smashing down and easing away each wall of doubt you had in your mind.
you were so unbelievably in love with this man, and a tender wave of relief radiated throughout your body when you caught the reassuring smile he gave you, closing the distance to attach your lips in a loving kiss.
the kiss deepened as you grabbed the sides of his face, pouring all of your emotions into the gates of his lips, melting into the comfort of his affection. his long arms wrapped around you and pulled you under him, meeting no resistance.
he moaned into your mouth when you licked at his lips, letting you in easily. he kissed you sensually, slower than any other time before, refusing to detach your mouths until you absolutely needed to breathe.
“never gonna make you doubt how much i love you again,” he whispered into your neck as he started laying sweet kisses to your soft skin, hands gently roaming every inch of you.
his supple lips felt like heaven as they followed his path down your body, taking his time to suck marks into every inch as he lowered himself. when he reached your hips he left wet open-mouthed kisses along the waistband of your boxers, looking up at you with his beautiful orbs for permission as his hands tugged at the seams.
the butterflies returned when you nodded at him, running your hands along the grooves of his biceps. he removed your underwear, not wasting any time in placing kisses to your shaft, chills shooting up your spine at the sensation. his nose poked at your pelvis as he lightly dragged his lips up to your tip, before taking your length whole in his mouth.
you gasped as the warmth of his mouth, hardly having the energy to react to the pleasure. your head fell to the side of the pillow as your erection was soothed over by heeseung’s talented tongue, flattening along your member licking up and down before he started bobbing his head.
his large hands kept your body still from squirming as he showed your cock attention, occasionally humming and sending more waves of electricity through your legs.
“feel s’good… gonna come.” you muttered not long after he started, only causing a satisfied groan to rumble through his throat.
he released your member and lowered just to prod his tongue at your rim, before suckling gently on your balls and recapturing your cock in his mouth in one swift motion. a couple more strokes of his precise tongue and you were spilling into heeseung’s mouth, shuddering when he didn’t waste a drop.
he repositioned back above your body, and you had only then noticed he’d slept in just his boxers, his neck chain dangling in front of your face. you ran your hands up his toned torso, once again growing obsessed with the feeling of his skin on yours.
the look of utter adoration in his eyes felt heavy on your form, and you could already feel yourself wanting more when he dipped down to place searing kisses to your jaw and grind your hips together.
“i love you baby, let me keep making you feel good.” he spoke, nipping at your earlobe while reaching down to stroke your member back to attention.
“please, baby. i love you too. and i want you so bad, forever.” you admitted, feeling the breath of a light chuckle against your cheek.
just as you wished, his thick length had entered you, gliding along your walls in no time with a delicious friction that you never got tired of. except this time, more than just desire and arousal, the friction brought a comfort, a feeling of love you could feel surging throughout your whole body.
“you can have all of me, whenever you want, prince. i belong only to you.”
© 𝐟𝐥𝐰𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐢 — all rights reserved
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so glad you posted that compilation cus i literally can't stop thinking about chilchuck's succubi... everyone else's have so much to be said about them and are so much less straightforward than just classically sexual, but then chilchuck's Truly goes straight for the jugular. when i saw that one panel i could not stop jawdropping at how explicit they went with that implication like it's actually insane to me. i feel like it says a lot about him, what you said about him enjoying the simple pleasures of life like alcohol and sex, and he's really such... a guy. but if this is the most alluring form to him he really should get that divorce even if he still loves his wife i have to be honest LOL poor thing
YEAH literally it’s insane 💀I feel like due to the tension and action of the scene and the way the page is paneled it’s soo easy to brush over it and focus on other things without our eyes actually processing THAT. I have no clue how they’ll make it in the anime without just making it straight up obscene lmao, a friend joked that the sucking sound effect should be like a straw and I’d die laughing if Trigger does that. Maybe like slurping noodles instead. No clue what they’ll do genuinely.
I do believe Chilchuck is just Like That™️, but yes I also like to think that it reflects how deeper connections have hurt him in the past so he prefers relationships where he’s just there to do his job or just there to have fun without thinking and not have to worry about betrayal etc etc. He’s not there to think and have emotions he just wants to feel good for a while and be seduced and those things (succubi, sex alcohol etc) sure do that.
I wouldn’t say that this is the line crossed for why he shouldn’t get back with his wife though!! I do get the feeling that he and his wife just aren’t compatible and that they don’t communicate well, and with Chilchuck saying "I don’t know if it’ll go as well as in the stories, but I’ll try" about reaching out to her, and with idealization vs the actual person/thing being a big theme in Dungeon Meshi where we don’t know just how much he loves her or if he loves the ideal/memories of her, I do feel like they should reconcile but not get back together.
BUT! I think the whole "most alluring form" thing shouldn’t be treated as the ultimatum that people often treat it as, the succubus chapters really reflect a bunch of themes that are present in the whole series, like ‘irrational instinctive desire vs what you actually want and need’ and such.
Again I’ll be spoiling a future analysis I want to make but… If the characters were to have their full minds in those chapters, what they rationally want most is very different than the succubus they got, something can be alluring but you’d still refuse it, like idk a cigar, hence why the succubi need to freeze their victims by reading their irrational desires so well. Chilchuck has gone 4 years since his separation with his wife still being faithful to her!!! FOUR!!! Had he his capacities he would not be cheating on her no sir. He’s marriage man have some faith. Had they their minds Laios and Marcille would be imagining Falin safe and welcoming instead. It’s much like with the Winged Lion, where the desires it twists the characters into aren’t the one they actually pursue (well, in Laios’ case at least. It emphases on them a ton even when it is a desire they show in everyday life), the monster twists the desires to have the outcome they want, it’s manipulation.
If your point is that the succubi don’t look like his wife though like come onnn you can’t either be asexual or think your partner is the literal prettiest person on Earth supermodel-like level to be with them and truly love them and be devoted come on… If that new blackhaired half-foot woman is her, then we saw with the succubi that he does favor her kind of eye shape, and idk that’s so much more romantic to me than hair color 🥺 Come onn he’s just a lil birthday guy he wants pleasure but he can’t fantasize about his wife bc it’d make him sad come onnn come on don’t hold it against him come onnn…
Oh although I do read his "All your succubi are blonde, is your wife too?" "Shut up, don’t bring her up now!!" as guilt, bc he has a hard time thinking of himself as virtuous so I imagine in that moment he’s like "Man maybe this is why she left me… Maybe I really am not a virtuous husband…" and it’s like BUDDY a monster is playing you like a fiddle don’t make yourself feel bad over it 😭😭 I did write a fic around that concept though hehe 👈 But yes just defending my guy’s VIRTUES a bit out there. I do agree his wife had it rough, it must be so lonely and a lil devaluating to be his wife and always waiting on him and he can’t even work up the emotional maturity to voice that he loves you regularly when he is home 💀 Man is NOT a storybook prince charming
#Ask#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#chilchuck tims#spoilers#dungeon meshi manga spoilers#chapter 58 succubus#Meta#analysis#I did it again OTL I just love the topic of him and his wife sm…#It’s always a “yes but also” around me about Chilchuck. Ty Kui for inventing nuance ily#Nowadays with asks i never know if it’s that one serial asker or someone new so I never know from what basis to build upon lol#Chil likes forward women bc he’s too tired to court someone lol#Chilchuck’s wife
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Hello! this is based on an OC, but may you write about Medic with a cloned child OC? I always thought of him as a mad scientist type, so I’m sure he would’ve figured out how to do that. He basically raises this clone as his own kid, and they’d be a late teen / young adult by the time the events of TF2 happen
The OC is a girl but honestly you can make it gender neutral if you’d like!
Sorry if it’s too specific, but TYSM!
Medic & Child, Cloned reader HC
A/n: This is one of my fav reqs of all time ngl
Requests are open!!
Summary: You're Medic's cloned child, headcanons.
Words: 636
Request: Yeah
I like to think you’re a clone based on him, or atleast a clone made in his image. One medic is enough to create chaos and things like that, just imagine another person who's almost a 1to1 of him, pure chaos.
Your first day being alive, he took you in his arms and was like “it’s alive!” just as Heavy and Spy walked in to ask him if he wanted to go grab a beer. They were absolutely terrified, Spy just cloaked out of there having the day Scout was born in the back of his mind.
That left only Medic, you and Heavy there. Heavy was shocked and Medic just held you up looking at him; “Isn’t she so cute!!” While you looked alarmingly similar to him with his grin on your face.
Others found out like ten minutes after that and soon everyone was just looking at you with no clue of what to do.
When Ms. Pauling found out she almost died on her spot. “There’s no way Medic is suited to even have a dog, let alone a child!”
Nobody gave af, she soon came around to like you too.
Medic is 100% your father figure (That’s rather obvious) but so was Heavy, they’re like your dads.
Sniper, Engie, Demo and Soldier are like your uncles (That doesn’t include Spy because he’s def a wine aunt, and so is Ms. Pauling). While Pyro and Scout act more like your siblings.
Medic showed you the ropes and soon you were as capable of doing batshit crazy things like him. He was so proud!!
Archimedes loves you, always resting on your shoulder doing simple things like staying with you and Medic during operations on other Mercs.
When you were a less capable child everyone basically coparented, of course Heavy and Medic were like your parents the most but everyone wanted to take care of you so they followed a schedule of who has to babysit you and when.
Once you grew up to actually be independent, mercenaries were terrified to realize how similar you are to Medic, you were the same person, with slightly different looks, you even wore the same glasses he did.
When the events of the TF2 mercs splitting happened (Referencing the comics rn if someone didn’t know) you went with Medic, the change impacted you way more than it did him, you really missed everyone, they were like your family.
Once he started to work with those blue guys you were cool with it, they underestimated you but you showed them that you’re just like your fellow dad, insane.
Medic showed you all the modifications he made and you showed the modifications you did before you both laughed it off like the silliest thing one can do.
When everyone got back together you were way older than you used to be, but fortunately you remembered everything.
When Medic told you about the fact that you were a clone you were very interested and didn’t care, like at all. I mean you’re basically him, so it was more interesting than scary or sad.
He helped you in acquiring 9 souls from some suckers just like he did! (Can’t believe all mercs gave him their souls lmao)
Sometimes you operate on the Mercs when he’s somewhere else, at first they were very unwilling but soon it showed that you were just like him in this profession (which isn’t the ideal tbh)
Everyone showed you something, so you were really multiclass, leaning heavily into being another medic (shocking, I know)
Overall a 10/10 father, sure he has some loose screws but isn’t that normal? You two are the most chaotic beings even the devil can’t contain.
#requests open#request#medic#tf2#hc#tf2 hcs#ms pauling#spy#tf2 demoman#tf2 spy#tf2 heavy#tf2 scout#tf2 medic#tf2 comics#tf2 x reader#tf2 sniper#tf2 engie#medic x reader platonic#platonic#please request
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I just had the most diabolical soul crushing thought. So inexperienced schlatt & reader have finally worked their way up to doing the deed, and when they do it’s so soft and sweet, kisses everywhere, holding hands, talking eachother through it. CUDDLING DURING THE SEX TO FEEL CLOSE TO ONE ANOTHER.
oh anon... i love you. i love you dearly.
i already touched on this in my initial post but i'm so fucking glad to elaborate this is my favorite thing ever )):
nsfw under the cut, minors dni!! 18+ only.
so you don't really plan it out necessarily. you both know you want to go all the way but you're not sure if the other is ready. but schlatt really wants it with you so he goes as all out as he can.
making a spotify playlist for perfect songs for the night, taking you out to dinner (off campus) and just treating you like an absolute queen.
it's not ideal, he wishes he didn't have to take you back to his dorm room where his neighbors were the loudest, but he wants it to happen and will make it work.
his roommate is thankfully out with his own boyfriend (schlatt planned most with him so he knows not to go back in lol) so you have the room to yourself.
HE BOUGHT FUCKING. ROSE PETALS. (yes this man watched some of your favorite romcoms for inspiration. i want him so bad. im crying.)
"j, what is all this?"
"i wanted to make tonight special, 'cause your first time should be special."
"you're... you're ready?"
"yeah."
"me too."
then he's like wait and brings you back outside so he can attempt to carry you in. it doesn't really work, but you don't care. you're kissing him as soon as the door closes.
he's like wait lemme put on the playlist but you keep on kissing him so it's a struggle to get it on lmao.
HE TAKES YOUR CLOTHES OFF FOR YOU. THAT'S SO NEW BUT YOU ARE JUST SO CAPTIVATED CAUSE YOU WANTED THAT FOR A WHILE BUT WERE TOO SHY TO ASK. OMG.
AND THE WHOLE TIME HE'S MARVELING AT HOW BEAUTIFUL YOUR BODY IS.
"j, you've seen it all before, though."
"doesn't make it any less beautiful."
his hands are all over you when you both sit on the bed and make out some more. you just love kissing each other so much like ohhhhhh😭
you do some foreplay, lots of what you've done before, but it feels like the first time again. like that intimacy of sharing the moment together is just so special.
and as i said before, he's too caught up in the moment to realize he doesn't have condoms with him. he's panicking lowkey because he wanted everything to be perfect and now he messed this up and...
"j, i'm pretty sure the ra's have them. and if not, we can just run to the pharmacy or something."
"but i had this all planned out. i wanted it to be perfect-" you shut him up with a kiss.
"it is perfect."
he comes back from the ra's office with too many condoms. you're giggling at how they're all falling out of his arms and teasing the shit out of him.
"you could have gotten a few!"
"shut up." and he kisses you right after. oh fuck. that was really hot.
you both don't know how to put a condom on so he pulls up fucking WIKIHOW to do it. all while you're kissing down his neck to tease a bit.
a song you imagined playing during your first time starts right as he gets on top of you and you are just. in heaven. this is the perfect moment.
as i said before, he's really nervous about actually putting it in, you both know it might hurt or feel weird AND HE DOESN'T WANT TO HURT YOU OH MY GOD...
but you tell him you'll be okay. and he says you can stop any time if it hurts or if you're uncomfortable.
he takes your hand into his, assuring you you can squeeze it if it hurts or anything.
it is a little bit painful at first. it's different than his fingers, a lot more to take in, but he goes slow so you can get used to the feeling.
you do find yourself squeezing his hand a lot, not really from pain but from the new sensation of being stretched out further. but it actually feels really good.
his pace is a bit awkward and uneven when he starts moving, but once he gets used to it, oh my god?? and he just looks so pretty on top of you, his hair is sticking to his forehead, he's whimpering at how good you feel around him.
as i said before, he doesn't last very long. he finishes before you do and he's like oh no because he wanted you to finish as well. but you tell him it's fine and not to worry.
he's so cuddly )): like he's hugging you and kissing your neck apologizing that you couldn't get to finish but you reassure him that you can do it again later.
(later that night you do get to and it's really hot like it's your best orgasm yet. and he's so happy because HE made you come that hard. HE DID. AAAAAAAA)
#jschlatt x reader#jschlatt smut#jschlatt fanfiction#jschlatt imagine#jschlatt x y/n#jschlatt x you#schlatt x reader#schlatt smut#schlatt x you#schlatt imagine
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this is gonna be a long rambly one, and probably repeating a lot of things that have already been said, sorry
I think the failure of the friendship/rivalry system in DA2 is so interesting and like. obviously it was an experiment, they hadn't tried it before, and it was implemented on a game with a very short development, so they obviously didn't have time to really think through the implications and refine it. and I think it's not unfair to label it a failure, since they obviously returned to Origins-style approval for Inquisition. but I think because it was so experimental and unrefined it's interesting to examine like. I think part of the problem was that they had a pretty clear idea of what friendship entails, since that carried over from Origins, and the big failure is with rivalry simultaneously meaning a lot of different things to a lot of different characters (even in how you gain rivalry with a single character, those rivalr bumps will come from vastly different sources, even sometimes *things that you would gain friendship for if you were on the friendship path*) but like broadly, despite this, still having to mean "your characters will be closer/understand each other better and remain together in the climax" and that's even BEFORE throwing rivalmance into the mix.
and like I think, there's potential there, in that in some cases it works just fine! like take Isabela, and consider how it reinforces what they were presenting as her main character flaw at the start of DA2, being that... well! she freed a bunch of people once who were about to be sold into slavery, and that went sideways for her, landed her deep in debt, and she feared for her life, and things snowballed, and somehow this all lead to the qunari kirkwall invasion. and so she's sworn off that and it's every woman for herself now because that's so much less complicated than the hell her life has been for the past several years! and you have the chance to agree with her that, yes girl, personal freedom and liberty is paramount, so do what you want girl. or you can push back and say, hey, if you believe in personal liberty so much, isn't it sometimes necessary to sacrifice for the freedom of others? didn't you do that? wasn't that worth it? wouldn't you do it again? and it's great! it's fine! it gets heated and contentious but not abusive, and it's not dragging her out of her own ideals, it's pushing her further into examining what they really entail. and it's not really better or worse than the friendship path, it's just a different path to where she ends up as a person by act 3.
and then you look at how merrill's rivalry is like going. yeah. I think you're a small infant baby who can't make her own decisions, and that everything anyone ever did to prove you wrong was right and you are wrong and also, marethari was right to force you out of the clan and then continue to meddle in your life long after you left just to continue to prove to you how wrong you are, you wrong infant baby who is wrong and also a child. and also ruining the lives of everyone you touch! like a wrong demon baby who is evil and wrong. like! rubbish lmao.
and like I think that a DA2-style friendship-rivalry path with morrigan would be great! because with Origins-style friendship you shove gifts at her to make her forgive you for not committing crimes against humanity for the lolz, and getting into a rivalry to confront her head-on about, "girl, I know you were raised in a swamp by the abusive mother of the century, but we need to talk about the sociopathy" could be cool and interesting! and, like, there's kind of already the idea there with softening/hardening alistair and leliana as well, and I'm sure that could be expanded upon? but there are other characters I shan't name whose hypothetical rivalry paths haunt me to even briefly consider.
and I'm thinking, could this be solved by adding another axis? like turn it into an "agree" "disagree" axis ("coddle vs confront"? not in those exact terms but yk) and then still have that "I would die for you" vs "I would sell you to satan for a corn chip" axis for the things that would actively push them away? but that's overcomplicating things! by a lot! and you'd still be mapping some very different ideas onto an oversimplified system. so maybe that's way too much overcomplication for not enough benefit, and the return to a simple yes-no axis is right. I just think rivalry as a game system it was interesting and messy and worth thinking about
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i’m a radfem but sorry to say you’re wrong about corsets they’re really not horrible torture devices but like a back brace and a bra in one. were they tools of beauty and used to uphold a female ideal? sure. were they horrifically painful and constricting? no… the right corset will never hurt and “tightlacing” (literally just closing a corset) is something done over months of seasoning. inb4 the “but bras are bad too” yeah well you’re probably wearing the wrong goddamn bra because the bra industry has an incredibly narrow sizing matrix (for dumb historical manufacturing reasons) and most women wearing, say, a 32B are actually something like a 28DD and that’s why they hurt.
okay so 1. did I, specifically, use the word torture device? so who are you talking to. mayhaps the woman you invented in your mind 2. tools of beauty meant to uphold an ideal, which are your words, and not mine, is something you’ll concede…but this isn’t worth criticizing about them or what? why did you bring this up? either this is worth taking seriously from a feminist perspective or not and if it’s true why isn’t it worth criticizing from a feminist perspective? 3. you say they weren’t painful and constricting…why? all women ever thought this? they can’t be any less painful and constrictive than a poorly fitted bra, so like why can’t they be criticized? if women aren’t doubled over in pain they should learn to deal with mild discomfort? What if I believe even mild discomfort isn’t something women have to deal with, do you have a response to that? 4. lol lmao even about tightlacing 5. I have huge boobs. you don’t even know. I’ve dealt with bad bras, good bras, no bras, all bras. Some things I can’t even do without one. and yet I can still not have any emotions tied up in hearing criticisms about bras. I’m like wow what wonderful intelligent smart minds women have I want to kiss them on the mouth. love when women think critically, I think it’s so hot. 6. I don’t think you’re a radfem, just like I’m not one. thanks for coming by
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im gonna say it on here bc it’s safer than my other socials atm. i don’t think im trans (fully). i was dead sure for 9? years. i feel like i am losing a part of myself - i am ACTUALLY gaining something but idk my heart is breaking a bit.
i was on T for 2 and a half years. i was gonna get top surgery (and decided not to for diff reasons). i changed my name. the sex on my passport is M. like. i was SO SURE.
now after all this time i’ve finally been unpacking shit in therapy and also learning about autism. and … yeah. i fucked up lmao.
it is entirely on me, i chose to do all i did and i chose to get done what i did. i consented to everything and i do not regret it. i just feel like… let down. that i wasn’t offered the support i needed earlier to understand myself and how i would feel more comfortable.
i am happy w a lot of T changes! like super happy. it made me feel like my own person. but.. yeah.
i think i would consider myself agender but i dont wanna say i identify that way bc its less of an identity and more of just my general understanding of gender. i have never understood gender. probably an autism thing! but i just DONT GET IT. i dont know how it is meant to ‘feel’ or how u even know which one u fit in.
since i was a child i just couldn’t grasp gender like everyone else and i guess that’s why i transitioned bc i never felt like a real girl. but then i didnt ‘feel’ like a boy either. and then i decided to come out as nonbinary but idk. i never ‘felt’ like that either.
to make matters more complicated, my abusive ex stepdad would bully and belittle me for being afab. he made me HATE being born how i was. the csa i felt was only because of my being born this way. no wonder i wanted to get away from it all. i refused to believe he could have an impact like that when i was 16 or so and people were suggesting it. it made me feel even more out of control. all i wanted was to be in charge of my body for once. transitioning felt like getting that control back (one of the reasons im so grateful for it).
in an ideal world gender wouldn’t exist n we would all just utilise hormones and surgery to feel good in our skin much like any other affirming surgeries.
for now i will use they/she pronouns. but idc really. gender is confusing and unimportant to me. i care more for aesthetics lmao ..
i hope this makes some sense n if anyone resonates with it plz dm me :,) i feel quite alone currently. i know it’s a very odd experience but i hope someone somewhere gets it.
#autism#gender#lgbt#they she#agender#jaz rambles about gender#to an audience of no-one#jasper rambles#trauma#trauma and gender#afab#csa mention
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OH ALSO
while I’m writing that entirely too long ‘summary’ of US-UK diplomatic history, have a fucking gold nugget I found when I was reading about the immediate aftermath of WWI.
President Wilson told a British official in London: “You must not speak of us who come over here as cousins, still less as brothers; we are neither. Neither must you think of us as Anglo-Saxons, for that term can no longer be rightly applied to the people of the United States....There are only two things which can establish and maintain closer relations between your country and mine: they are community of ideals and of interests."
YIKES
as far as hetalia goes, Arthur has been trying for the last two decades to reconcile with his eldest son until finally they’re fighting a war on the same side, they’re cooperating together, they’re pulling each other’s asses out of muddy trenches and stitching each other up, and it looks like Alfred is finally, finally warming up to the possibility of being allies and maybe friends. and Arthur is so pleased to have him actually contributing and using his influence to shape world affairs like Arthur knew he could. and then. oh. oh no. Alfred wasn't joking about his idealistic treaty. he wasn’t joking about the league or showing leniency to the Germans or independence for the Poles. worse, now he feels like Arthur used him the whole time just to win the war and now that they’re meeting to discuss the peace, Alfred pulls him aside, tears him a new asshole, and fucking disowns him. again. and oh, oh shit hold on Alfred wait it wasn’t like that--
and to be fair, I think Alfred’s pretty heartbroken too? like he took Arthur off a pedestal long ago, but recently he’s actually been-- not rebuilding the pedestal, but at least rebuilding Arthur’s imagine in his mind. and things were looking okay, Arthur was listening and he wasn’t even talking down to him, he actually acted like he wanted Alfred there and was sincerely appreciative of his help, things were changing. and then it turns out Arthur and Francis and the entire Allied delegation fucking lied about even considering the American proposals for the treaty, they just wanted to get the Germans to the negotiating table. and like the worst part is. well. what the hell did you expect, Alfred? you knew better than to let your father disappoint you again and yet here we are for the fucking millionth time.
meanwhile Arthur is just face-down on the floor like. none of this was intentional I didn’t lie I was actually listening to you I just genuinely misunderstood and now I’m trying to change Francis’s mind because you do have some good ideas and I don’t think you’re an idiot I swear
yeah anyway by the end of WW1 I don’t think Arthur’s still upset about the Revolution and independence? I think he’s a lot more upset that his relationship with Alfred still hasn’t recovered since. cheer up Arthur, you just have to endure a devastating financial depression, another world war, and ultimate humiliation and dismantling of your empire and then you two can be buds again. like you can be friends as long as you’re not trying to be a father to your son because you fucking suck at it lmao
#arthur isn't still upset about the revolution per se but like. THAT hurts#ftr Erin is in the background chanting YOU DESERVE THIS YOU DESERVE THIS YOU DID THIS YOU DID THIS YOOOOUUUUU the whole time#and she's right!#hetalia hcs#hetalia headcanons#hetalia headcanon#kirkland brood#ratman and ratson#angst about the revolution? broke#angst about failure after failure and disappointment after disappointment to mend a relationship Arthur fucked up in the first place? woke
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Sorry you're getting ableist nonsense in your ask box.
So about your "Manfred did less harm to Franziska than Miles did" post, specifically the bit about overworking yourself. Being autistic as well, it hit home for me because I hadn't even considered that overworking myself in high school and college was self-harm. But in retrospect that's very clearly what it was. So, thanks for making making me realize that.
And I agree Franziska probably subconsciously internalized the same perfectionist and workaholic tendencies her papa believed in. It's something Manfred, Miles, and Franziska all suffered from to varying extents.
oh yeah lmao for me it was once i got a job that appealed to the autistic brain. this is from the script for a yt video i've yet to post, about many things, but mostly about franziska:
The idea is, when we’re younger, we tend to feel kind of useless for all the ways we can’t keep up. But then, we grow up. We get a job that is great for the autistic brain—like factory work, where you can sort things all day. Or distribution, where you can sit in a warehouse and listen to a podcast and just put stuff in boxes without thinking. For me, this was retail—electronics and video games, to be exact. Organizing shelves and backrooms, infodumping about nintendo games to curious parents, and most of all, being a phone tech, solving complex problems for people with tangible results.
Naturally, we excel at these jobs. And if our workplace is any good, we get praised for that excellence. For the first time in our lives, we are not just good at something, but extraordinary. That praise becomes addictive. The work becomes addictive. The inertia itself becomes addictive. And so we go and go and go and go, and do not stop, even when we should.
At one point, I had 80 hours of PTO at my work, and over 120 hours of unused sick time. Autistics do not want to be told that this is a way we slowly kill ourselves. But, most of the time, we need to be told.
but yeah a huge part of my 'i genuinely don't think manfred abused his kids / was anything beyond kind of a toxic role model' is that i just don't think the dude was home very often???? like it just makes the most sense to me that he worked long hours and probably weekends.
i think franziska and miles just fucking loved him, wanted to be like him, wanted to make him proud, and so they were like. ok well we can see what he's doing. let's also do that. and then proceeded to work themselves to death for the next several years.
but i don't really picture him looming in the background like its me your evil dad how dare you even think about taking a break to eat and all the other shit i've unfortunately been subjected to in fandom fdhfg i just think he was less than proactive in trying to combat these ideals in his kids. which isn't good! but it's a mistake i could very easily see an otherwise decent parent making.
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8, 9, 10 & 28 for that sapphic ask meme!!
thank u for the ask lay :)
8.what's your relationship status? are you happy about it? single single single very single. i’m content right now with being single because i’m selfish and i’m going through a lot both emotionally and in my personal life and i’m not out to my parents which is a huge thing for me. i don’t want to have to sneak around if i’m with someone, as alluring as that may be in fiction. i also would rather be in a relationship once i’ve moved out of my parents house. but yeah just bc im content rn doesn’t mean i’m not lonely and full of wretched longing
9. do you have a "type"? if so, what is it? butch. outspoken. intelligent. unashamed. funny. protective. mean. mean to everyone except me, with a capital M. passionate about activism. into my politics. into me. a little bit evil perhaps, because i am also a little bit evil. secret soft spot! intellectually stimulating, someone who doesn’t always agree with me on everything but remains respectful. did i mention butch? the more masculine the better honestly, i think it’s a beautiful thing when accompanied with the female body. i love femmes and all women of all types honestly but my ideal woman is butch and bold, an adjacent attitude to my less-bold tendencies and something i so deeply admire, and something that very much stirs passion in me. i need someone to rile me up just as much as they calm me down. if that makes sense. basically i need this:
10. did you do anything gay as a kid that makes sense when you look back on your childhood? wanting to express femininity but not enjoying any of the ‘possible’ ways it was presented to me. what else…..i was much more invested in making friends with other girls, and i always thought my sporty tomboy friends were leagues better than their male counterparts lmao. i never wanted to be a tomboy but i always loved them and wanted to be their friend. i thought girls were smarter, easier to get along with, and more caring, so i only made friends with other girls. misandrist since birth i suppose. also you know that thing where u pass by victoria’s secret and look away without knowing why? yeah i did that lmfao. and if i felt like i was staring too long at women on magazines i would pretend like i was looking at the homegoods ones or whatever. a big one would be kissing my friend in the third row of the minivan on a night drive when my parents couldnt see us lmfao. oh and having extreme anxiety about even the prospect of kissing a boy but then my first real kiss ended up being with one of my girl best friends.
28. what's a canon sapphic ship you enjoy? griddlehark ;~; they make me want to chew drywall and i love how fucking weird they are
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I’m too afraid that a Wallflower adaptation would be absolutely butchered in an attempt to appeal to non romance fans/puritans pushing for sexless media…
I think several issues would corrupt that show, tbh. Those you mentioned, for sure. Imo, The Wallflowers does a superb job of balancing the standalone nature of a good romance and an ongoing plot. You can read them on their own, but (imo) they are MUCH better when read in sequence, especially Winter coming off of Autumn. But if you adapted them somewhat faithfully, they'd all work in a mini-like way.
But of course, I think people would feel the need to have these dumb subplots to make it less romantic. We'd get some bullshit about Westcliff and Simon doing a business thing, Lillian starting her own company, Daisy going out to be proto-Louisa May Alcott/Eloise Bridgerton. I'm sure we'd see Evie getting abused by her family/sexually harassed by her cousin onscreen, because we super need that.
And I think there would be this need to connect things more than necssary. The books do some of it, right? Like, Westcliff and Lillian do get foreshadowed a ton in Summer, and I do think you have this through-line of their life because Lisa LOVES Westcliff, and the series basically ends with their firstborn coming into the world... Until Christmas, which would theoretically be a great finale/special, where you do see more of Evie and Sebastian because Lisa realized by then where the money shot was for fans lol.
But like. I can just SEE them seeding Evie and Sebastian way more than is necessary to create a continuance, and part of what makes their romance so good is that it is so out of nowhere for both of them. I think Sebastian alludes to seeing her in passing at one point, but he was like "whatever" because she was SUCH a Wallflower.
And I do think they wouldn't do the sex justice. Frankly, I don't really think Hollywood is currently casting a lot of men with leading man potential...? Or like, sex appeal? A lot of them read very boyish. I think a Wallflowers show would ideally be diversely cast, I'm not married to like, a blond white guy playing St. Vincent, but I don't even see where anyone is really getting a lot of actors that could pull off the brusque masculinity of Westcliff or the ridiculous sex appeal of St. V.
I mean, it can be done. Before it went downhill and everyone started fucking with everyone's hair, Sam Heughan and Caitriona Balfe were super well cast for Outlander. (David Barry was toooo.) Interview with the Vampire has not one, but TWO super hot and talented men in the lead. It can be done. But then you've got Bton, where they lucked the FUCK out with casting Rege for the first season, they lucked out again because while Jonathan Bailey is ultimately "a random white guy" visually, he's charismatic, very talented, and had great chemistry with Simone Ashley... and benefited from a first season that for all its flaws was way more enjoyable to watch and set the second season up for success, I'm sorry. Every other leading man on that show is "another random white guy". Put the dudes they have lined up against a Sam Heughan, a Jacob Anderson, a Sam Reid--both in terms of having a Distinct Look and Vibe and talent, it just doesn't compare. Mainstream American casting directors currently are not tapping into the type of mindset that like... the people casting Kdramas are. Or, on a good day, the people casting telenovelas and daytime soaps. The well is DRY. Girls? They can still find talented, charismatic girls. But I feel like, in part because there's such a need to make everything wholesome and it's easier to sell a hot grown ass actress as wholesome and sexy versus a hot grown ass actor.
So. Yeah. I don't know. I just don't think it would be done super well, lol.
Also, they'd completely bastardize the St. V plot in Autumn. That just wouldn't be done today. No fucking way. He'd like, shove Lillian off her horse or something lmao. IF that. There would be no kidnapping. Certainly no threats.
And I'm sorry, but that kinda ruins the whooole thing.
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hunter toh in my botw au.....oh i could go on and on abt this au. i think ill do lumity next?
feel free to ask question abt the au. please do actually. to get you started heres some base info under the cut. its VERY ramble-y.
base character matchups are Luz as Zelda, Hunter as Link, and Belos as Ganon. this au doesnt involve much from TotK bc i havent finished it but. given the story it will definitely come into play!
basic story/plot/exposition is that 10,000 years ago, the sheikah Made a Hero for the future. just in case. extra safety measure or whatever. they saw how difficult it was to overcome the calamity and were like, hey, what if we made the ideal hero for future hyrule? make it easier. and so they do. they Make a Guy (caleb is the first hero (yknow the one in the hyrule historia manga bit) so his bones arent available to use for a grimwalker. so idk if hunter is a grimwalker of the 10k hero or if hes made entirely independently bc the sheikah. probably could do that) and stick him in the shrine of resurrection. this is the true purpose of the SoR: its really more of a shrine of stasis, to keep this manmade hero alive till hes needed. think cryogenic stasis or whatever.
so. hunter sleeps in the SoR for 10,000 years. has an awful time. one of the first (maybe The first) fic i read on ao3 was about what the SoR was like for botw link and it. stuck with me. so now i incorporate it into everything i make for botw if possible. anyways he has a miserable time, which is important because he had this miserable time for 10,000 years instead of just 100. Anyways. like botw link, he loses his memories. unlike botw link, they are inaccessible. period. there is no remembering Shit. besides like. vague vibes that he was instilled with. turns out if you make a person and tell them for their entire short existence that theyre made for a thing, then even if they forget everything else they Will still remember that theyre made for a thing. even if they dont really. so yeah all hunter knows is that he is not a person, that he exists for a Reason, and how to breathe. and other basic bodily functions. hes basically a big baby with a hero complex.
the rest of the au takes place "pre-calamity". i have a vague idea on how the actual calamity takes place (and how to make it similar to botw w/out so much death bc i have thought Very Much about this specific time period and not whatever the hell would be going on a century later. lmao.)
so. when the SoR is Discovered by sheikah researchers everyone is Very Surprised at the Whole Human Boy inside. because well. that should not be possible. this thing was difficult as hell to get into and also there was quite a bit of rock in the way! so they assume him to be dead and just miraculously preserved by the SoR fluid. And then he wakes up screaming (imagine being in the most agonizing sensory deprivation tank ever for 10,000 years and then abruptly being exposed to the world again. not fun!) and everyone is like OH SHIT ITS ALIVE.
eventually they get him out and not having the worst overstimulation meltdown in the history of all time and space and get back to hashtag Researching. some ppl focus on him (taking care of him (like i said. big baby with a hero complex), figuring out what the hell is up with him, etc) and others continue examining the SoR. the ppl with hunter make very little progress. because just bc hes not having the worst overstimulation meltdown in the history of all time and space, it doesnt mean he has a clue whats going on at all. or that hes not still having one of the worst overstimulation meltdowns in the history of all time and space. the ppl at the SoR, however, find a plaque with his name and vague purpose for existing, as well as the sheikah slate. yippee!!!
after all this, once hes less. of a big baby with a hero complex ig. we move to more character-focused stuff than exposition. so ill end this here for now. if you read all this you are very invited to talk to me abt this! i would love that! a good place to start i think would be with explaining characters. most of the important characters in the show are in this au. and i do mean most. there is quite a lot going on
#my art#hunter toh#toh hunter#the owl house#toh#toh fanart#the owl house fanart#toh botw au#PLEASE ask me questions. i want to talk about this au so much but if i just say it all at once it will be unreadable. because i will ramble#forever. i had to WORK to get this the length it is. and its still long. and theres still so much
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you are SO RIGHT!! agnene is sooo cute and you’ve really opened my eyes to the extent of how much it works. the parallels you drew between them and temehika also make a lot of sense.
similarly, now that you mention it, i definitely understand what you mean about the crossed path story.. i haven’t played since the game released (i plan on replaying when the anniversary arrives) so i my memory wasn’t the clearest. i’d completely forgotten about yomi ooops.. and you’re right that they really should have touched more on agnea’s past, especially since both she and hikari have lost their mothers. it could have been so sweet to see them exchanging stories about them. i do wish that had happened :(
this is somewhat unrelated but i’m vehemently against the temenos/throné ship because i kind of see them as siblings? (SPOILERS BTW) idk i saw a really good theory about temenos also being one of Mr “So i inpregnated countless women” Guy’s children (was his name claude? i’m blanking suddenly) and while i’m not usually one to go all in on believing fan theories, the theory was so compelling that every time i see them shipped it makes me just a bit uncomfortable lmao. that’s just how my brain works i guess
argh in conclusion there were so many links that could have been drawn between certain characters that the game didn’t want to touch on and it’s such a shame. i get that they didn’t want to make any protags More Prominent than the others and that’s hard to pull off but my imagination definitely runs wild with all the possibilities (i will never see that end-game “why was temenos doing all the heavy lifting” scene the same way after what you did with it hehe)
hehe my agnene agenda... i unfortunately don't have enough hands to draw them as much as i'd like to but yeah they're so cute to me 😭 and yeah i understand! i'm also going through my second playthrough (albeit slowly lol i started in may and am still on it) but i do check videos online pretty often when i want to talk about something so i'm more or less refreshed on the events of the game
and ooogh... that theory... okay well for some context i only came across it when someone told me it was canon that temenos was claude's son and i was so horrified that i'd missed something but it turns out people had just misinterpreted arcanette's line directed at throne o<-< i think the theory is... fine but it doesn't really affect any part of temenos' character for me since the only real thing claude's children have in common is that they were forced into the blacksnakes' bloodbath but temenos wasn't a part of that so... i also think it suits him better that he's just some ordinary guy because his story seems to push the fact that he's in a role he was never destined for (in an "ideal" world, it would've been roi who was the chosen cleric for the story but temenos was forced to take up the mantle)
UHHH but yeah regardless of temenos' parentage i got pretty strong sibling/platonic vibes from his and throne's interactions anyway... i like their dynamic the most amongst the crossed paths pairs because temenos is just constantly telling throne off for her bad behaviour like a child and i find it amusing lol
i'm always stuck between wanting more of a certain kind of interaction (because i think some banters were lacklustre) and being fine with it because it means i can be delusional and just fill in the gaps myself lmao... THAT scene still boggles my mind i can't think of a single reason why temenos would be the one carrying the water JKFGHJKA but temehika going off as a pair regardless of what they are doing will always make me happy.... 🥰
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here’s my personal ideal version of what should’ve happened with c’rizz instead of what did happen which i didn’t like
sorry this is so long lmao my brain is broken
so. background bc it was unclear/bad and i’m fixing it:
the church of the foundation believes all things must die. they preach that death = total absolution, salvation, and entrance into the next world. so they kill people who need to be saved whether it’s spiritually (i.e. those that need to be absolved of sin) or more literally (those that need to be saved from danger, illness, etc.). they decide who needs saving and when so yeah they brutally murder people and they’re aware they’re murdering people. killing = killing = saving. but to them it’s necessary and even good. ok. that’s it. no secret projects relating to immortality or building a vessel for dead souls. forget that.
so c’rizz was raised by his father in the church of the foundation and became a monk. a combination of his upbringing, some kind of telepathic sensitivity related to being chameleony, and moderate to severe mental illness lead him to be extremely devout. not only does he believe in the church wholeheartedly, he sometimes hears voices of people asking to be saved and he obliges them (mental illness + church brainwashing) and once he starts killing people he keeps hearing their voices afterwards (telepathic sensitivity, like he does kind of absorb their minds in a chameleon way, but only impressions. they’re not actually there inside him). maybe he (and the others in the church) BELIEVE that he’s saving souls within himself in some way, but not literally. anyway because of this ~communication with the dead, and his devotion and the church/his father’s influence, he becomes the super mudermonk they turned him into. the absolver.
later he meets l’da and all of that stuff happens, she “returns him to sanity” or whatever he said. all of that can stay. now he can draw a line between saving someone and killing them in cold blood (as that IS a difference that exists for him), but he still gets confused sometimes when the delusions flare up. and he still hallucinates. and mostly, he’s happy to use his religion as an excuse to maim people he hates, as a matter of personality. like, he still has his faith, he’s just more mentally stable about it. so much more in touch with reality than when the church was constantly getting up in his head and encouraging his delusions
so then basically everything up to his death can stay the same but within the context that when he says he’s saving someone, he DOES mean in the spiritual or physical sense of rescue and not “saving their soul inside the reliquary of my body”. and, just to reiterate, with the full sound-of-mind understanding that he IS killing and murdering people. like, he always knew that in canon i just can’t put too fine a point on it w/r/t his sanity. his delusions weren’t that he was saving INSTEAD of killing people. his delusions were about who needed to be killed/saved. and he didn’t even experience MANY delusions like that during his time with the doctor, he was more or less stable and just angry. so he leaned back on his faith when threatening and injuring people who harmed him, just bc that’s the way he is as a person. ok uh. um
SO HIS LAST STORY goes something like this -->
1. they land on that planet with all the lost/trapped souls crying out to be saved. c’rizz hears them and oh man he can’t just let them stay trapped, he’s the absolver. he has to save them.
2. he teams up with the guys who are trying to destroy the citadel (or whatever was happening) because he plans to just kill (save) everybody on both sides. the telepathic onslaught makes him start losing it for real
3. the doctor and charley find out what he’s doing. big dramatic scene blah blah blah he finally explains all that ^^ to them. it’s all very intense and they’re kind of horrified and concerned
4. the nature of religious trauma and mental illness are delved into
5. the destruction is immanent, but c’rizz can stop it. it’ll kill him though
6. he does not, at this or any point, turn into any sort of devil creature
7. otherwise the end is the same. the doctor convinces him that he doesn’t have to do what the church programmed him to do and saving their lives is better than “saving” their souls or whatever by killing them
8. he sacrifices himself and dies just the same, but this time with a more satisfying character arc
9. done. easy. someone hire me
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💘 sasaro ? also congrats on getting 13th place in the arb event!!!
ad;skfj;klajdf first of all tysm!! through the power of nausa and being annoying on main anything is possible!!!
secondly lmao oh god this is going to be an interesting one because my ass does not know how to write sasaro BUT LET'S TRY (send a heart prompts)
here's a silly little childhood friends high school au! with some good ol' mutual pining!! <3
Sasara was a known clown. Every bone in his body was a funny bone, and in all honesty Rosho didn't hate that about him. He dutifully played the part of the long-suffering straight man whenever Sasara got up to his usual antics, but he didn't genuinely feel like he 'suffered' Sasara at all.
There was only one joke Rosho didn't much care for.
Unfortunately, these days, it seemed to be Sasara's favorite joke.
"I don't know how you put up with him, Tsutsujimori," one of their classmates complained, after Sasara once again assaulted their whole class with an objectively god-awful pun.
"Force of habit," Rosho answered wearily.
At the exact same moment, Sasara joked, "We're madly in love, he has to put up with me."
Some people laughed, some people rolled their eyes, and Rosho heaved a great big sigh.
It wasn't… untrue, is the thing. At least not on Rosho's part.
He had no idea when it happened, and he was damn sure it meant there was something wrong with him, but he had at some point… maybe… kinda sorta… caught feelings for that horrible little clown.
Maybe it wasn't a recent development. Maybe he'd cared about Sasara since they were kids at the same daycare. Maybe that was why he hadn't noticed it creeping up on him.
They were second-years in high school now. Plenty of their peers were dating, or at least had dating on the mind, and Rosho had come to realize that his feelings for Sasara were regrettably trending in a decidedly amorous direction.
So it was less than ideal, to put it lightly, that Sasara had taken such a shine to cracking jokes about their (lack of a) relationship as of late.
It wasn't new for their classmates to question why Rosho tolerated him, but Sasara seemed to have a new response for those questions every other day.
"We're lovers in the nighttime."
"I'm a fabulous kisser."
"We're basically common-law married by now."
It was almost enough to make Rosho tear his own hair out.
Just how serious was Sasara when he said these things? The obvious answer was 'not very', because Sasara was hardly ever very serious about anything at all.
But what if…?
Most days, Rosho was sure that was just wishful thinking. But sometimes, he could swear he felt Sasara studying him after cracking one of those jokes, as though to gauge his reaction.
If Rosho wasn't just imagining that, what sort of reaction was Sasara looking for?
What sort of reaction was Rosho allowed to show?
"Rosho, seriously," another classmate groaned, jerking a thumb at Sasara after Sasara dropped another pun against humanity one day. "What do you even see in this guy?"
"Himself," Sasara quipped without missing a beat.
And Rosho, who had apparently had quite enough, heard himself deadpan, "Myself."
There was a moment of dead silence before they got the biggest laugh of their whole high school career to date. But when Rosho dared sneak a furtive glance at Sasara, he found that Sasara wasn't laughing at all.
Sasara wasn't even smiling.
"Did you mean it?" Sasara asked, when they took a break from studying in Rosho's room later that night.
Rosho opened his mouth. Any number of sharp comebacks flitted through his mind.
Did you?
Do you ever mean it?
Maybe I mean it as much as you do.
Maybe I mean it as much as you want me to.
But it was just the two of them there. They were alone, without an audience, and Rosho had very little interest in being funny about this.
"Yeah," he said in the end. "I did."
This time, when he snuck a glance at Sasara, he found the biggest grin on Sasara's face. Not the cheeky sort he flashed whenever he told a good joke, but a genuine smile which shone with such radiant joy that Rosho found himself wanting to kiss it, to see if it tasted as much like the sun as it looked like it would.
And so he did.
Because that smile said it all.
Even if it was nested in glib jokes and adolescent humor, Sasara had meant it too.
#crab writes#hypmic#sasaro#prompt fills#IS THIS ANYTHING#I'VE BEEN EXPOSED I DON'T ACTUALLY KNOW WHAT THE SASARO VIBE IS LMAO
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Thank you for the tag @fueledbyremembering
1. Are you named after anyone? No
2. When was the last time you cried? I don't cry much, even when shit is bad, so I don't remember the last time.
3. Do you have kids? Ew, no, and no thanks
4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Me? Using sarcasm? Never.
5. What sports do you play/have played? Not a sportsy person at all, but I did like 5 lessons of Kung Fu once and now I go swimming once a week, but I'm not in a club or anything and it's certainly not competitive. Oh yeah, I also was in some sports for kids thing when I was younger.
6. What's the first thing you notice about other people? Well, from far away, usually their outfit, otherwise I guess their mood/vibe?
7. Scary movies or happy endings? Not a big horror fan, so happy endings it is, I guess.
8. Any Special talents? I mean, define special... I'm somewhat decent at drawing and painting but that's less talent and more hard work and patience and time, but I guess I have this weird ability to join fandoms just when something big is about to happen (and I usually stumble upon fandoms, it's not because everyone is talking about it and about a big thing that's going to happen soon).
9. Where were you born? A (not so) long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...
10. What are your hobbies? Writing, drawing/painting, reading, playing the piano, learning languages, going for a walk in the forest, wasting time on this hellsite, and f1
11. Do you have any pets? Yup, a koi fish, her name is Tinúviel (I'm a huge Tolkien nerd, if you couldn't tell). She obviously doesn't live alone, but the other fish don't belong to me specifically, but more to the entire family.
12. How tall are you? 167 cm, but I always wear platform shoes lmao
13. Fave subjects in school? Languages and biology, but honestly it depended on the teacher more often than not.
14. Dream Job Living my life in complete hedonism and never having to work at all, so I could frolick through fileds and create art and just do things I like, but alas, capitalism. I don't have a "dream job" but I want to become a psychotherapist, ideal scenario would be being able to write on the side.
15. Eye colour? Depends on the light, they range from green to blue to grey
I guess most people have already been tagged, so sorry if you've already received this @f1-giuki @justheretoship @maxiel-jpg @verclercswiftie
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