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#this movie ruined romance for me actually
caruliaa · 5 months
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just bc im a lesbian doesnt mean tht i wont at times become deeply entranced with the beauty of male actor or character. it just means i wld rather be locked in a room with a man with a knife than do anything romantic or sexual with one
#NO OFFENCE TO MEN AS PEOPLE THAT EXIST. but also i shldnt have to say tht after saying this yk#also b4 u say ooh ur aro tho why do u need to specifcy u wldnt do anything romantic w a man when i wldnt with a woman either#i am actually pretty romance favorable. like i would be in a romantic relationship with a woman if it wldnt ruin my life#with how it is rn . i think i like and want all the parts tht make up a romantic relationship i just dont experince romantic attraction#but anyway i was here to talk abt my sexuality not my romantic orientation#this post was originally like 'im remembering why there was such a huge overlap with my og major starkid hyperfixation#and me identifing as bisexual' but the thing is is the main main guy from starkid i remember being attracted too#was infact . rob. and thats aged badly bc of it being revealed that hes a fucking creep since then#but also just now not that we should ignore tht but regardless of that i just. dont see it at all#maybe it is that news subconsiously turning me off him but i really dont see that much what i liked abt his appearance#but who rly inspired this post to me is infact . jeff blim ? which is suprising just from the fact tht i dont ever remember#having tht big of a crush on him with that og starkid hyperfixation. but well he is a very beautiful man . giggling a little bit. sorry .#also becoming a bit obsessed with joey richter but thts just standard lesbian obssesion with a weird little man#not attractive to me im just obssesed with him. hi#also posting this now so when i finally watch the fnaf movie i can rb it abt josh hutcherson#anyway. does anyone read these tags do these long rants i go on like. turn ppl off of my posts. sometimes i wonder#flappy rambles
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itspileofgoodthings · 2 years
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every Bruce/Selina moment is just so perfectly sweet and calibrated. when she asks him who he is under there or if he’s just hideously scarred and you can feel him laugh and loosen up even though he barely responds audibly; when she’s stealing the passport and he holds her back so they both don’t get caught and it’s this struggle but it’s almost a dance between them and on his side almost this strong and gentle embrace? and she’s mad at him but also knows she can trust him??? you can tell she is not in the least physically afraid of him// It’s a Lot.; the almost kiss at the end and the way you can feel the magnetic longing between them, especially on his side; the actual kiss —her sweet impulsive daring almost interrupting his offer to help and stipulations on it, he said he would help and that’s enough for her, his quiet immediate instinctive response to it all the more poignant because he is not a man who responds quickly or to everyone; when he stops her from shooting falcone and it’s the most loving struggle you’ve ever seen and he’s using his body almost like a shield between her and her dad but he’s to the side and he’s giving her SPACE because it’s her choice and her struggle and he’s not going to let her do it but he’s also not going to treat her like a child, he’s just going to BE THERE next to her ready to fight for and protect her body and soul; when he calls her Selina in the kitchen the first time with his whole soul looking out of his eyes just quietly watching her—the immediate naming she has such a hard time with, the sudden, and in a man like Bruce, surprising way he has just let her into his heart; the way his face softens and saddens when she says “we need to talk where can we meet” because he’s been thinking about her SO. MUCH.; when she kisses him again and it’s like sleeping beauty levels of softness and then when he loses his mind when she’s attacked right after; when she says “run away with me” and you can feel her wanting him to say yes with her whole self while knowing he won’t because the reason she wants him to is the reason he has to stay, he is so solid and faithful and TRUE, he is the roots and the steadiness she’s never had and so him saying no hurts her but he wouldn’t be who she wanted if he said yes; when he says “take care of yourself” and means it knowing that she can and will but also saying “be gentle with yourself the way I would be with you;” his heartsick desperate fear when he thinks it’s her at the funeral; the way they ride their motorbikes in this perfect weaving dance until they have to split and go different ways; him watching her leave in the rearview mirror, a final reminder of what she means to him, literally every single Bruce and Selina moment
#the batman (2022)#batcat#the batman spoilers#actually this is a self-indulgent post just for me please don’t read#don’t read it if you haven’t seen the movie I am just ruining all the Good Romance Stuff but actually I’m obsessed#perfectly calibrated and delicate romances in superhero movies actually make me want to launch myself into the void#and actually the ones that make it into my heart on a deep level are rare because they have to do so many things at once#I’m obsessed with romance because it’s about the ordinary and the spiritual. the everyday and the great sweeping truth. It’s body and soul!#it has to strike so many notes but not overplay them. It’s about BALANCE and Bruce and Selina are everything to me#I think the ingredients are good actors with good chemistry#But also. A story that handles them with care. That gives them beautiful and clear moments of connections (their rooftop scenes??? GORGEOUS#but also intertwining and real arcs. they move through their stories together and they’re so aware of each other#especially Bruce because it’s his story. He’s#He’s Darcy watching Lizzy across the room! He just IS.#and yet it’s just peripheral enough to have even more of a hold on me#it illuminates and gives the main story meaning and heart and SOFTNESS but it is not itself the main story#because they have work to do#But it’s a side story that tells you everything you need to know about who they would be if they were married#and their life WAS the main story. and a simple domestic life is far from both of their thoughts but the truth of it affects them anyway#literally making myself cry here#okay I’m done please don’t read please ignore this is just me getting feelings out of my heart
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gideongrovel · 10 months
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uuuuuh is it too late to draw a mermay art piece 👉🏾👈🏾
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sailorstarr-chan4 · 1 year
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Me, watching any media with Real-Life Actors: "Ugh, of COURSE the Main Couple gets together with zero chemistry, build-up, or tension besides some Bullshit Miscommunication for the sake of the third act's climax 🙄 Where's the Slow Burn??? Where's the Pining??? That Jane Austen Levels of Unrequited Angst and Longing Until the Sweet Release of Inevitable--"
Also me, watching virtually anything animated or reading manga: "Insta-Love Drama go BRRRRR 😍"
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amoebeus · 1 year
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just finished my policeman. what the hell am i gonna do with my life now
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white-poppie · 25 days
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Tsukishima Kei believes subtle actions speak louder than words ⎯ especially in relationships.
To anyone Kei would seem aloof and cold, but you know that he cares from his little gestures. The way he gently squeezes your hand to reassure you, letting you rest your head on his shoulder, that little relieved smile that makes way on his face when you drop by during his practice sometimes. Him mindlessly massaging your calves ⎯ your legs sprawled over his as he lets you watch whatever sappy romance you want watch when you whine about your day being so bad.
Tsukishima who freezes when you move closer on the couch and peck his cheek during the movie. His surprise slowly dissolves on his face, making way for a soft smirk as he turns his head and looks at you.
"Was that necessary?" he asks, his words almost accusatory, but his tone and expression is relaxed.
"Nope, but I'm trying to get you used to affection." you say softly.
He snorts at your words, “So, you’re planning to slowly brainwash me to become the ideal boyfriend? Or what?"
"I am trying to brainwash you into being utterly in love with me, the ideal girlfriend." you chuckle, rotating your pointer finger in front of his face. "Wish Woosh, Hocus Pocus. Tsukishima Kei will love me forever."
Although he tries keeps up his serious expression, but it turns more into a smile as a wide grin spreads across his face at your silly action.
"You actually want me to say it? That I love you?" He asks, "Is that what the game is?" he rolls his eyes and shakes his head in amusement.
"Maybe?" you whisper out softly and look at him with those hopeful eyes of yours that make him melt.
Tsukishima is silent, just looking at you calmly in a way that makes your heart raise with excitement and trepidation togther.
"Am I making you uncomfortable?" you ask softly and he sighs, shaking his head, his eyes softening.
"Of course not, its just...I am not used to it?" He says and you listen to him intently, nodding, urging him to continue. "I just...I don't know, it makes me feel so vulnerable saying it." He utters.
"I just feel like what the point of saying it, when I already express it through other ways, you know?" he says, running his fingers through your hair, calmly. Thats how he loves you.
"I know. you murmur, "I just like hearing you say it." You hum with a pause, looking at him, trying to gauge his reaction. "You don't have to say it if you don't want to, its just that it makes it feel so much real when I hear it..."
Tsukishima smiles, lightly. Thats what he loves about you. You have these ways of making him feel utterly speechless and you do this so effortlessly.
"Okay." he says, his ear getting a tiny bit red. You want to point it out, but you bite your tongue to not ruin the moment.
"I love you." he says, his hand resting over your head and a you can't help the bright smile that makes its way on your face. Hearing out of his mouth almost makes you flustered. You can't help but giggle and bury your face in his chest.
"I love you too."
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- FANFICTIONS  —HAIKYU!!
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reareaotaku · 6 months
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Can I please request yandere judd from big mouth headcanons :)
I knew this was coming. I was waiting for the day 😭😭😭😭😭 This is such an old ask Pt 2, Pt 3
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God, he's terrifying
And he knows it
He has a type [Emo girls like him] so he's surprised when he likes an idiot like you
You're his sister's friend which makes it even worse
And to add onto it, his stupid fucking brother, Nick, also has a stupid fucking crush on you
He will threaten to slit his brother's throat if he [Nick] dares to hit on you
"You're to young for her anyway-"
"Well, maybe, but at least she actually likes me and isn't scared of me."
"I'm going to fucking end you"
He's nicer to you than he is to other people
You usually ask him for [illegal] favors, because he's the only criminal you know, but it's always a last resort, because you're scared of him
When he buys alcohol for his sister's, Leah's, dumb parties, he buys a special one for you, because he knows you like it. It's the only 'illegal' thing you do, which he finds funny
"Oh, this is Y/n's favorite!" Leah exclaims excitedly, grabbing a bottle
"I know."
"Oh."
He doesn't want to, but he does end up asking Leah for help, because you're scared of him
"Aww, you have a crush on Y/n? That's actually super cute. It's like those romance movies where the opposites-"
"Shut up. I'm only asking, because she won't talk to me"
"Have you ever tried talk to her?"
"No, I've never tried that. Thank you for opening my eyes-"
"Okay Jackass, calm down or I won't help you."
Leah invites you over more, surprising you, and you learn more about her parents than you'd like to know. In fact you know more about them than you do yourself
"Oh my god, your parents are weird," You whisper to Leah, causing her to softly chuckle
"Yeah, I know. Imagine living with them"
"Aww, Jessi has a crush on Judd. That's cute and creepy" [Leah]
"You're such a fucking dick!" [Nick]
"Your girlfriend is a klepto, that's not my fault." [Judd]
"At least my crush isn't scared of me" [Nick]
Judd looks up from his food, glaring at Nick. Nick is scared but he has to stand his ground. "You better sleep with one eye open tonight. Because I'm going to be your worse nightmare."
Nick uses the fact that you think he's 'cute' against Judd
Whenever you come over, he [Nick] always makes sure to talk to you in front of Judd and be a 'cute kid'
Judd is protective of you and if you're ever thinking of doing something illegal, he'll talk you out of it
[Even though he'd love to do it with you, he doesn't want you getting in trouble. You're a good kid and he doesn't want to ruin that]
You make this man grow a conscious, lucky you
He'll let you have his shirts if you want them [It's kind of a throw back to Jessi stealing his shirts] [You can steal his shirts, he wouldn't mind. He'd find it pretty hot]
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calumcxke · 8 months
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COME OVER AND LOVE ME
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basketball player!taehyun x fem reader
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genre: best friends to lovers, slight idiots to lovers, fluff, slight angst
word count: 5.2k
summary: after mulling over taehyun for years, am oppurtunity to confess your feelings presents itself, but things take a bad turn
warnings: kissing?, mature language, beomgyu's kinda a menace, real teenage romance movie vibes, not rlly proofread
notes: for my bestie @bluetyunhour ,, <3 also my first time ever actually posting a fanfic,, im scared lol
 ♫: playlist
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you loved taehyun. 
he was your best friend, and had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. he was your comfort, your safe space, and just an amazing person.
your wide-eyed, curious best friend.
you weren’t aware when- but your feelings for him changed. all of a sudden, he wasn’t just your best friend, he was someone you wanted to be something more with. 
maybe it was when he joined the basketball team sophomore year. noticing just how fit your best friend really was. 
you would catch yourself blushing when he said something, blood rushing into your cheeks at his little comments. mundane classes were now filled with excitement simply because he was there. 
you didn’t know if he had notices the change/ you hoped he hadn’t noticed the change. the last thing you wanted to do was ruin your friendship with taehyun because you couldn’t control the way your heart felt.
you tried desperately to push all the feelings down, trying your hardest to not let taehyun’s heart-stopping antics effect you. 
it seemed as though it was all in vain. no matter how hard you pushed, buried, drowned your feelings out- they just because stronger. 
you had tried to distance yourself, telling taehyun you were “too busy” or had “too much homework”. little excuses that were believable!
taehyun was too nice though. moving his schedule around so he could make time to hang out with you, even skipping practice one day so he could stay in your house and watch a movie sprawled out on the couch with you.
you had no escape from him, and although you were desperately trying to find an escape from being near him so often, being suffocated by his presence everywhere you went because everything reminded you of him- you knew you couldn’t be without him. 
you desiderated to be with him. you wanted nothing more than to call him yours.
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“you’re gonna be rooting for me tonight, yeah?”, taehyun’s voice sounded behind you, making you jump slightly from his sudden appearance.
“of course i am, what kind of best friend would i be if i didn’t?”, you spun around to look at him, trying to keep a calm composure as you took in his outfit.
his black hair framed his face perfectly, a white polo adorning his top, with a navy blue crewneck overtop, khaki shorts on, showing off his long legs. 
he knew how to style himself, and you knew he knew he looked good. he smiled softly at you, before stepping forward and pulling you into a hug.
he breathed out a sigh, his chin resting on the top of your head, “what would i do without you?”
you felt suffocated. everything about him was suffocating. his cologne was filling your senses, his strong arms holding you against him.
“you’d die without me, obviously.”
you felt his laugh rumble in his chest, his telltale giggle leaving his lips. he moved his head back to look down at you, everything felt entirely too intimate for you. 
“y/n…”, his voice trailed off a bit, eyebrows furrowing a bit as he looked like he was trying to collect the words he wanted to use in his mind.
“yes?”
“do you maybe want-“
“taehyun!”
a voice coming from the entrance made both your beads turn, taking the chance to untangle yourself from taehyun’s arms, smiling awkwardly at beomgyu, who had walked in. 
“i’m gonna go, i’ll see you guys later?”, you excused yourself quietly, waving at the two boys before heading out of the room, not missing the way beomgyu sent you a sly smile, feeling as though a brick was lifted off your chest the second you made it out.
you could only yearn for taehyun from the sidelines of your heart, never fully being able to tell him just how you felt, never even being able to hint at it, holding all your love and admiration for him in a special place in your heart, keeping it protected so you could never be let down.
over time, you feared your facade was breaking down, your love for taehyun shining through for your best friend's eyes, but never for his. it was as though it was invisible to him, something everyone could see but him.
maybe you were doing something wrong. no- maybe there was just something wrong with you. who falls in love with their best friend? who lets themself dangerously tiptoe between the lines of friendship and lover, lines that were blurred to no one else but you.
you threw your head back with a groan, fighting the frustrated tears that threatened to spill from your eyes, overflowing with yet another wave of regret as you grumbled to yourself while walking away, probably looking like a psycho to anyone else.
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you watched taehyun run with his teammates, captivating your view as he was the only thing visible in your line of sight. 
you heard the cheers, you heard the claps, you heard the whistles, you heard everything. you saw everything. but at the same time- you didn’t.
whenever taehyun was on the court, immersing himself in the game, losing himself in the thrill of it all, the cheers that pushed him, motivated him, he was captivating to you. 
the way he smiled brightly when they scored, pearly eyes glistening as he celebrated with him teammates, yelling an exclamation that had a large smile pulling itself on your lips as you clapped and cheered with the crowd, exclaiming for the man you loved.
the game continued on slowly, when the opposing team would score, your team would score, it was a race to the end, and neither team was backing down.
you knew why this game was so important. it was the pre-qualifiers for tournaments, and getting to those meant big things- obviously.
you were stressed, to put it simply. you found it funny sometimes, how you had never been a fan of basketball, never payed it any mind, never growing an interest in it- or any sports- in the slightest. 
that was until taehyun started playing. 
he would meet you after practice, telling you everything that went down, how he dunked perfectly, how he scored perfectly from the center of the court!
you nodded along every time, pretending to understand the words and rules that were coming out of his mouth.
it sounded like simlish to you. 
taehyun must’ve caught on to this at some point, because soon he was begging you to just watch one NBA game with him.
“pleeease, y/n. just one, i just want you to be able to understand.”, he whined, pulling on your arm as you stared up at him exasperatedly.
“why are you so adamant about this? it’s not like i’m the one playing!”
“well, yeah,”, he looked a bit dejected, “but i want my favorite person to know what i’m doing when she comes to my games.”
your breath caught in your throat as your eyes widened slightly, not having enough time to control your reactions as his words hit you.
“well- i- i mean, sure. yeah. i could watch like… one game.”, your words stumbled out of your mouth, your brain had completely shut down, words spilling out like an avalanche as you attempted- and failed- to regain your composure and not look like you were seconds away from ripping your hair out of your head.
he sent you a sly smile, seemingly aware of the effect he had on you. little shit. why were you even friends with him?
he pinched your check, muttering something about you being cute before sauntering off to your couch, “thank you! i’ll put on one of my favorite games!”
rolling your eyes, you realized you had once again fallen victim to your overwhelming feelings for taehyun, giving into anything he wanted because how could you ever say no to him?
and so you sat with him, listening as he explained what the referees were calling out, pausing the television every few minutes to go in depth on a subject, hands flying around and such a serious expression on his face, you almost got distracted by him before you had to catch yourself.
but the more he ranted, the more you realized that seeing him ramble on and on about something he was so passionate about was something you wanted to see more of. so, you let him play another game, and another… and another.
over time, you slowly realized that you were becoming interested in basketball. whether it was genuine interest, or you gaslighting yourself to be interested because of taehyun’s love, you weren’t sure. 
but you learned all the rules.
every time taehyun had free time, he would come over and watch a new game with you, chips and drinks surrounding you two as you immersed yourselves in the television, face scrunching up when something unfortunate happened.
it got to a point where you caught yourself complaining out loud when they called a foul, eyes rolling and asking taehyun, are they serious, before angrily stuffing chips into your mouth.
and soon you were jumping up with him when the team you were rooting for won, exclaiming with him as you did your little happy dance in the living room, never once stopping to question how stupidly uncoordinated you looked. 
then you were at his practices, you were bringing him lunch, you were watching him play. you became close with his teammates, learning all their names, and even know as he played in college and roomed with 4 of his teammates who you had grown close with, you were still going to his practices when you had time. it was a routine.
basketball had grown to be something you loved, and enjoyed. and you had taehyun to thank for all of it.
a yell tore you out of your daydreaming, zoning back in on the game as you realized the game was about to end, and taehyun’s team needed to score this point to win the game.
you let your elbows rest on your knees as you leaned forward, concentration etched on your face as you watched the ball travel back and forth between players, the loud squeaks of shoes rubbing against the gym floor slightly causing your eyes to twitch, but you stayed focused.
players on the opposing team were starting to become restless, and you picked up on that, noticing taehyun did as well, his eyes zoning in on the ball as he grounded himself to watch where the ball was going next before he leapt into action.
he weaved through the players easily, dodging hands and bodies that tried to block him, easily swiping the ball from underneath another player, holding onto the ball as he spun away from the man before letting the ball drop to the ground again as he dribbled it easily, making his way to the middle of the court.
you watched as he closed his eyes for a quick second, eyebrows furrowing as he pushed breath out his lips. you noticed it was a habit he had picked up, when he was getting ready to shoot, and he was concentrated, he made that face. you found it endearing.
with 5 seconds left on the clock, his eyes opened back up, a dark gaze in them as he zoned in on the basket. his arms lifted up, his fingers gliding off the ball easily as he shot it into the air, watching as it rolled through the air, landing in the basket and scoring a point easily.
the room erupted with cheers as you realized taehyun had won the game. he had made the winning shot. he was going to the tournaments.
you couldn’t hold back the yell that escaped your throat as you screamed for him, watching as his head turned towards your voice, before he was running straight to you with a wide, confident smile on his face.
“did you see what i did?”, he practically yelled over the cheers, arms pulling you into his embrace before quickly pulling back, hands coming up to hold onto the sides of your face.
you breath caught in your throat, a warmth spreading across your whole body, “yes! you were amazing!”
he stared at you for a second, not saying anything. there was once again the expression you couldn’t read on his face, his brows furrowing the tiniest bit.
you didn’t have time to think about it too much though, because as you opened your mouth to say something, you felt a pair of soft lips press against yours.
a small gasp left your lips, your whole body melting into taehyun’s touch and kissing him back before you even processed what you were doing.
his lips moved against yours perfectly, soft lips enveloping your own as his hands caressed your face, his touch featherlight, but somehow still holding you in place.
he pulled away slowly, pressing his forehead against your own as heavy breaths escaped the both of you.
you didn’t know what had just happened. your brain was going blank, thoughts seemingly disappearing into this air as you tried to recollect yourself, tried to make any sense over what had just happened.
your eyes fluttered open, staring into taehyun’s eyes, not knowing exactly what to say. a dark red blush covered his cheeks, and he carefully removed his hands from your face and pulled his face away from yours, reality slowly hitting the both of you.
“i.. i don’t know why i did that.”
oh.
did he regret it?
you didn’t know what to say. your felt as though your mouth had gone dry, eyes blinking haphazardly and mouth stuttering open and closed.
“oh..”, was all that you were able to get out.
taehyun opened his mouth to speak again, but before he could get any words out, soobin was clapping him on the back, thanking him for winning and doing so well for the team.
“hey, y/n!”, he greeted you quickly, before his eyes were quickly fleeting back to taehyun.
you didn’t have it in you to reply at the moment.
you watched as taehyun was dragged away, eyes holding contact with yours for as long as he could until bodies were blocking his view from you, turning him around, speaking to him, thanking him, things he should’ve wanted to hear.
but he didn’t.
he didn’t want to hear those things right now.
he wanted to speak to you, he wanted to be able to tell you it wasn’t a mistake, he knew why he kissed you. he kissed you because he was in love with you. truly, madly, deeply in love with you in such an irrevocable way he couldn’t change it even if he tried.
but as he desperately looked at the spot where you were standing seconds ago, he saw no one, the ghost of the incident that had happened between you two seconds ago replaying in your mind.
you tried to hold back your tears as you stumbled through the doors of the gym, not knowing what to do or think or feel or..
you were overstimulated, wanting everything to slow down and speed up at the same time.
finally, the flood of tears you were holding back broke, tears streaming down your face freely as you tried to make your way to your car as quickly as you could, not wanting anyone to see or hear the way ugly sobs were leaving your mouth.
you didn’t know why taehyun had kissed you.
you thought for a second he felt the same way as you, maybe he was as deeply in love with you as you were with him!
but the way he looked after, the expression on his face, the words that left his mouth..
you felt stupid.
you felt stupid. there was no other words to describe how you felt. foolish. you were foolish for thinking that way for even a second.
and as you climbed into your car, a whole new wave of emotions hit you as more sobs wrecked your body, letting your head hit the steering wheel as regret coursed through your veins.
what had you done?
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you were a wreck.
you hadn’t called taehyun in two days, hadn’t texted him, you hadn’t even been going to school for the sole fear of running into him.
your friends had noticed your absence, knowing that something like this was not part of the norm for you, so you had been getting bombarded with messages asking if you were okay, if you were feeling sick, if you needed someone to talk to.
you replied with a simple “i’m fine<3” every time. because how lame would you seem if you told them you had fallen into some type of depression because you had kissed your best friend?
there was something so delicate about your and taehyun’s friendship now, and you were scared that if you messed with it in the slightest, it would rip. and you couldn’t risk losing your best friend.
but what if by not talking to him you were losing him?
what if you talked to him and lost him that way?
too many negative thoughts were swirling in your mind like a hurricane ravishing a town, leaving nothing but destruction in its wake.
perhaps it was time to just… watch netflix while cuddled in your favorite blanket, blocking out the rest of the world and all your worries.
yeah, that sounded really nice right about now.
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taehyun had been anxiously checking his phone nonstop for the past two days.
debating whether he should text you first, or wait for you to reach out first.
he was in such a dilemma, he didn’t know what to do to solve this.
actually, the answer was simple. but was he ever actually going to confess to you?
that’s funny.
the boys didn’t want to say anything the first day, brushing it off as them looking too deeply into things.
but this was not how taehyun acted normally. no, he carried himself so confidently. he knew what he wanted. he didn’t back down. this taehyun they had seem moping around the dorm, school, and even practice- a place where all his worries usually disappeared- was not the taehyun they knew.
“hey, taehyun," yeonjun called, taking the spot next to him on the couch, “have you been feeling alright lately?”
taehyun’s head jerked up, a bit of confusion painting his face as he stared at his older friend, “yeah, i’ve been fine. why?”
“you just haven’t been acting like your normal self lately. wanted to make sure everything was alright.”, yeonjun explained, sending a small smile taehyun’s way before getting ready to move on with his day after being reassured taehyun was indeed okay.
while standing up from the couch, he felt a slight tug on his shirt and turned around to see taehyun lightly grabbing onto his shirt, a conflicted look in his eyes. 
“taehyun,” he sat down once again, giving his full attention to him, “what’s going on?”
he stayed quiet for a bit, obviously not knowing how to approach this conversation in any way.
“are you done watching tv? i wanna play my game.”, beomgyu’s voice echoed down the hall, bouncing into the living room without a care in the world.
“beomgyu, just wait a second, alright?”, yeonjun asked him, and beomgyu immediately noticed how yeonjun was in his “big serious brother mode”- a name the boys had made for when he got like this- and slowly walked over to the couch, taking a seat near taehyun.
“continue, taehyun.”
taehyun shook his head lightly, “i don’t even know where to start.”
“well, just try and explain it. i’ll wait.”, yeonjun reassured him, and taehyun was grateful to have such caring friends for a second.
“imightvekissedy/natthebasketballgametwodaysagoandnowidontknowwhattodo.”
yeonjun’s head visibly shot back from the speed of which the words were thrown at him, not even being able to pick out a few.
beomgyu’s voice filled the silence, “what the fuck did you just say?”
“slow down your words, tae.”
“okay,” he took a deep breath before clearing his throat, “i kissed y/n at the basketball game two days ago when we won because i was excited and now i don’t know what to do, i’m afraid i ruined our friendship. i told her i didn’t know why i kissed her and didn’t say anything else”
silence.
no one said anything for a solid five seconds, if you listened closely enough you would probably be able to hear the neighbors next door.
taehyun said nothing as he stared at yeonjun awaiting his reaction, for him to say something, anything, but all he was getting was a dumbfounded look in return.
then beomgyu’s laugh filled the room, loud and boisterous as he smacked taehyun on his back, hard enough to make taehyun spin around with an exasperated look.
“dude, are you fucking stupid?”, beomgyu exclaimed after calming himself down, smiling at taehyun.
“this isn’t funny, beomgyu. i seriously don’t want to lose her!”, taehyun sighed, letting his head rest in his hands as he took a deep breath to calm himself down.
yeonjun moved himself a bit closer to taehyun, patting his back as he tried to form his next sentence.
“look, taehyun, i’m pretty sure beomgyu’s not laughing to make fun of you, it’s just-“, he started, before being rudely cut off.
“she’s been in love with you for years!”
taehyun’s head shot up at the sound of that, staring at beomgyu with an incredulous look.
“what?”
“i’m surprised you haven’t realized. we all know, i guess you’re the only one that didn’t.”, beomgyu continued, speaking as if this was supposed to be common knowledge to taehyun.
it sounded like some alien language to him.
you? in love with him? there’s no way he didn’t notice.
“beomgyu, you better not be fucking lying to me right now.”, taehyun spoke, brain running into overdrive.
“he’s not.”, yeonjun spoke this time, sending taehyun a reassuring smile.
“i’ve spoken to her about it before. i told her to just tell you because it wouldn’t go as badly as she was thinking. she’s honestly head over heels for you.”, he continued.
“but-“, taehyun tried to speak, before being cut off by yeonjun once again.
“and, to be quite honest, you ghosting her after randomly kissing her out of nowhere, then proceeding to tell her you didn’t know why you did… that has to be making her feel like shit, knowing how much she likes you.”, yeonjun finished. he made sure to give taehyun a disappointed dad look.
taehyun was standing up in a second, the boys not even being able to process how fast he was moving until he was pulling on his shoes by the door.
“taehyun, where’re you going?”, yeonjun asked, and instead of getting a reply, he got the door shutting in his face.
“it’s raining, taehyun get a jacket!”, beomgyu also
called out to him, but his warnings fell on dead ears as taehyun was long gone.
there was nothing but adrenaline coursing through his veins as he pushed through the heavy rain, ignoring the way the fat droplets stung his skin, feeling himself become more and more drenched with each king stride he took, already knowing he would be getting a cold from this, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care.
all he knew was that he needed to make things up to you.
if only he had picked up on the signs that were apparently obvious to everyone else, maybe you would’ve been his by now, but he was so oblivious to everything that he missed every little sign and hint you threw his way.
he pushed past people walking on the street, not even bothering to apologize as he cut people off, mind fixed on one thing and one thing only.
feet slipping on wet concrete as he caught himself from falling too many times to count at this point.
he finally made it to your apartment building, standing outside for a few seconds to catch his breath and make sure he actually knew what he was about to do.
he thought he should’ve been second guessing at least one part of this by now, but he wasn’t. not one single thing.
he stared up at the floor you lived on, mentally readying himself for whatever outcome he walked out of the building with. he just needed you to know, needed you to understand how far the extent of his feelings for you were. 
he was indisputably in love with you.
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you had to say, sitting on the couch for seven hours straight was slowly making you feel worse rather better. 
you had nothing else to do though, and you refused to leave the house for reasons that were obvious to you only.
so, watching reruns of gilmore girls had become your new reality for the last couple days, curled under your favorite blanket with a snack in arms reach at all times.
it was entertaining at first, it distracted you, and it felt like the start of summer break, when you did absolutely nothing for a couple days and just savored not being in school. 
at this point though, you just felt like you were rotting into the couch. your mind drifted off to your movie marathons with taehyun every once in a while, and you would have to turn off the tv and get on your phone for a bit.
it was like he followed you around everywhere. even if he wasn’t there in person, you tried to do everything you could to distract yourself, to think of anything besides him.
but your mind would always come back to him. you would find some way to relate what you were doing with him, and that would ruin your day all over again.
presently, you were watching pretty little liars, starting to venture into shows you had watched years and years ago.
you were just getting to a good scene when a knock sounded on your door.
you weren’t expecting company, confused as you stood up from the couch to slowly make your way over to the door.
god, no one needed to see you in this state, you were praying it was just a delivery guy or something.
you hadn’t ordered anything though, so that seemed implausible.
looking through your peephole, you felt as though all the air was ripped from your lungs.
taehyun was standing on the other side.
you almost didn’t open it, wanting to turn the other way and run straight for your bedroom, but you knew you were going to have to speak to him about what happened sooner or later.
he was also soaking wet, and you felt bad for him.
slowly, you opened the door, feeling meek as your eyes met his, trying to not break down on the spot.
“taehyun.. what are you doing here,” you looked him up and down, “and why are you soaking wet?”
you grabbed a hold of his forearm so you could pull him inside, immediately setting him down on the couch as you began to trudge off to your room to grab him clothes he had left the last time he was here.
you were trying so hard to hold yourself together right now.
reaching into your closet to grab his clothes, you heard footsteps approach from behind you.
“y/n.”
you didn’t turn to face him, instead keeping your eyes trained ahead, refusing to let yourself break.
“you can just listen, that’s fine.”
you heard a quiet sigh, before he began speaking again.
“i.. i know i messed up a few days ago. honestly, i don’t know what was going through my head. i mean, i do know. i wanted to kiss you. i really like you, i mean, i honestly think i’m in love with you but- i just, that wasn’t the right time to act on my feelings for you. and i was in shock about what i did so i just.. i said i didn't know why i did it. i do know. i did it because i’m in love with you, and i don’t know if you feel the same way, beomgyu told me you did which is why i ran all the way over here but-“
“taehyun.”
you had turned around while he was mid rant, and he didn’t even realize, looking at the ground while he talked, fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, and his own hands. he was obviously incredibly nervous.
“hm?”, his voice was meek, eyes meeting yours once again.
“i’m in love with you, too. i have been for years.”, you replied quietly, a small smile on your lips, watching the way his eyes lit up at your sentence.
he took two quick steps towards you before his lips were on yours once again.
hands pressed on either side of your face, holding you like you would disappear if he let go.
there was so much emotion, so many more feelings than you thought could be exchanged through a simple kiss.
his lips molded with yours perfectly, moving against you in a way that made you feel complete. you were once again completely surrounded by him, but you enjoyed it this time.
you felt like you were on cloud nine, your hands sliding all over his arms, trying to find some way to ground yourself.
very carefully, you felt his tongue prod at your lips, and your mouth was opening before you knew what you were doing.
mouths working together in such a love-filled way, you let all your inhibitions go, completely falling into this new feeling, and letting yourself be fully surrounded by it.
was this what people meant when they talked about a true love’s kiss?
the only reason you pulled away was due to your lungs starting to burn from the lack of oxygen, keeping your eyes closed as you caught your breath.
“so pretty..”, you heard taehyun whisper, and you couldn’t fight the shy smile that formed on your lips.
your eyes fluttered open softly, letting out a quiet giggle once you met his eyes, head leaning into the crook of his neck as your hands circled his waist, holding him so close to you.
a laugh erupted from his lips at your action, “god, you’re so cute.”
this is what true love felt like. you knew it then and there. this is what all the characters in romance movies talk about, this is the feeling they try to convey. you understood it now. and it felt amazing.
you pulled away to look at him, “so, we’re like.. dating now right?”
another small chuckle left his lips.
“well, y/n, do you want to be my girlfriend?”, he asked dramatically, taking on the voice of a prince after saving the princess.
it was your turn to burst into laughter, slapping his chest lightly and rolling your eyes.
“you’re supposed to take a moment like this seriously! but yes, i do want to be your girlfriend.”
“good, because there was no way i was letting you go.”, he confessed quietly, a hand coming to hold your face as his thumb stroked your cheek.
you leaned up to capture his lips with yours once again, a small peck before you pulled back. taehyun’s lips tried to follow yours, but you only giggled softly, pulling back more and more.
“i’m not done kissing you.”
you were in for a long night.
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lollll i hope u enjoyed :)))))
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faelapis · 4 months
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alright! we got one whole person interested, so here's my hot take:
the first "how to train your dragon" movie is WAY better than httyd 2.
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i know everyone loves like, the cool warrior mom design, the romance and the "epic animation moments" in 2... but can we for a moment be honest and say the whole "hiccup becoming a leader / which dragon is the Good Alpha" plot was dumb as hell? also, the villain sucked?
the original httyd is pretty good about keeping the structural problem grounded in real societal fears. namely, fear of the unknown and of beasts. it makes sense for any ol' village dealing with such a problem. it was intelligently designed around a solid premise.
httyd 2 is like. actually, dragon taming is a big thing, even outside berk. and theres a Scary Foreign Man dragon tamer who is bad and just wants power. it's okay to other him. being a good guy is about being a protector instead of an evil, power-hungry guy... which hiccup never was anyway... so no real growth there. just be good instead of bad. wow. what a theme. very thought-provoking.
people act like httyd 3 being bad came out of nowhere, but httyd 2 was the original sin to me. it totally dropped the societal themes in favor of generic good vs evil fights and "worldbuilding" - despite having no more interesting stories to tell.
it also kind of ruined hiccup for the sake of developing him. like. his whole thing is that he can't fight, so he has to find other ways to contribute to society. he's the anti-macho hero. which ends up being important in convincing the village that dragons can be peaceful. he's empathetic to the other, because he's been othered.
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meanwhile in httyd 2, hiccup's like. Cool Warrior Man, who needs to step up and be the hero king when his dad dies. he can fight just fine, because he has a cool dragon to fight with. so he's just like any warrior, but one who fights with weapons instead of brute strength. aka most fictional warriors who arent just "the heavy."
the first movie isn't beyond criticism, obviously. the animation was a little meh compared to httyd 2 - i get why visually its seen as an upgrade. plus, httyd 1 also did the thing of having like a last minute evil dragon to defeat... but that wasn't the point. the POINT was the village and its fears. the POINT was overcoming that.
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whenever people list why they love httyd 2 and consider it superior, its like... lists of details. like, look at the upgraded character designs, the cool flying scenes, the affection between hiccup and astrid, or the clever way hiccup's prosthetic leg is designed.
but these are film *details*, not fundamentals.
if you told me the sequel to httyd was going to have a much more generic story, ignore the themes of the original and makes its deliberately lanky and weak protagonist into Handsome Hero Warrior Boy, i'd be like. that sounds kinda bad. but the Animation Details (tm) i guessssss
i know hiccup is still "himself" in 2 to some extent, btw. he's an inventor, he's intelligent, and he initially tries to talk to the villain. but none of that ends up mattering. its arguably looked down on by the movie, which really, really wants him to step up to be the warrior king like his dad. aka a generic Hero Strongman.
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i'm not totally against evolving the themes of a work to fit new conflicts, btw. sequels should generally be different from the first movie. that's fine. that's expected.
but while the new conflict in httyd 2 IS born out of the results of the previous movie, that evolution feels very literal, not thematic.
namely, the evolution is "more people have dragons now." it builds the conflict from there. its based on worldbuilding, not on theme.
i don't think a very interesting evolution.
it kinda went from, in httyd 1: "the theme is fear of the unknown. how prejudice/ignorance manifests, educating oneself through compassion, the dangers of worshipping violent masculinity, and the importance of questioning what you're taught by society."
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to, in httyd 2: "the theme is dragons. who has them? what they want with them? how can the Good Guy humans protect dragons from the Bad Guys? also, being a Good Leader means being a strong Hero Man who protects his friends," without asking any deeper questions related to the themes of the first movie.
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and i'm like. guys. guys.
the theme shouldn't just be "dragons."
the theme of the first movie was NOT just "dragons." the first movie could've been about people being afraid of unicorns. or large birds. or unusually intelligent bears. it was not just about literal dragons, it was about societal fears and trying to overcome our base gut instincts.
i think this is what really plagues httyd 3: it builds on the themes of the second movie, not the first.
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httyd 3 asks further questions that only really revolve around the literal relationship between humans and dragons. it does not understand any broader themes of what that relationship represents.
it clearly thinks its very intelligent for asking "what do the dragons themselves want?", but that question is not respected enough to be explored in any thematically coherent way.
the only real weight its given is the argument that there will always be "bad humans" out there, and so, dragons are safer in the wild. which sure is... an argument. but its a very "othering the problem" kind of argument.
it acts like its caring about the agency of dragons, but its not really. dragons were not actually portrayed as "oppressed" in berk society after the first movie, nor lacking agency. they were only at risk of "bad individuals", to which that solution is stupid. the racialized bad guy in httyd 2 didn't steal all his dragons from berk. he caught and subjugated them, mostly from the wild.
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all while looking like... this, by the way. i feel like we don't talk about that enough. all the good guys are white nordics, while the only man of color is scary, domineering and cruel. in a series of movies that was once about having empathy for the other.
MAYBE if berk had been really oppressive towards dragons in httyd 2, we could've had a theme. maybe if they treated them like a dangerous commodity that must be tightly controlled despite their nominal acceptance and inclusion, we could've had a thematically tight 3-movie arc about like fear and oppression or whatever.
but that would require, yknow... making the movies be about broad societal problems, instead of just evil individuals. and only the first movie cares about making any real societal critique.
also, the solution in httyd 3 would've still sucked. these movies, in terms of writing, really decrease in maturity from 1, down to 2, to the plummeting depths of 3.
there is no relationship of oppression that is solved by completely segregating society and going our separate ways (httyd 3). just like there is no oppression that is solved just by defeating bad individuals (httyd 2). we have to learn to coexist as equals, to educate ourselves and be compassionate to the other. even if we're afraid.
that's the dream only the first movie kept in its heart.
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Regarding "The Hobbit" film trilogy, even if I ended up personally disliking and resenting how much time and focus the elf characters (and others) ended up taking away from the dwarves whom I think deserved more focus as rich internal characters (I know that studio pressures are a factor in that terrible love triangle and so on), I still... vaguely appreciate the effort to create and include named female characters like Tauriel, when the book is sadly lacking in them. I think she's fine, actually. Comparatively, there are many other elements in these adaptations that I think are much, MUCH worse.
But still, if you want to add female characters to this story, the obvious answer to me seems to be to just make half the Company into dwarf women? (With similarly fancy beards and other facial hair! Because I think that's fun.) It's just... so much easier?
Do NOT come at me with that "dwarf women are rare" bullshit. Unreliable narration. Logistically unlikely. Also, if you believe that "men are the warriors and craftsmen, the women stay at home" is how dwarf society strictly functions (boring, honestly, on top of being incredibly sexist), I could argue that the Battle of Azanulbizar and other struggles probably left a significant dent in this dwarf group's male population, leaving behind many widows and mothers without children to pick up the work. The battlefields have come to and TAKEN both Erebor and Moria from the dwarves. I see no good reason why dwarf women would not have equal investment in reclaiming their home and the gold. Many of the Company are not presented to be formally trained warriors, anyway.
Now, ideally, we could do way queerer stuff in terms of both romance and gender here, but we know cowards with veto powers would not let this happen. Still, I feel like basic genderbending would have been a very doable move and is, actually, a very reasonable ask of an adaptation that would have added some depth to the story even if you didn't acknowledge the change at all.
Like, preferably, this would be an adaptational change that would be directly addressed. Maybe all of the Company appear male at first due to traveling that way (and assumptions made by humans and hobbits), then Bilbo might learn that some of the Company are dwarf women when he becomes closer to all of them. We could have a brief scene acknowledging that dwarf women are fighting these battles for their pasts and their futures too. It doesn't have to be a big thing! They can just be there. Existing. Participating.
I even think it would be fun if two of the dwarves were actually an older married couple traveling together, instead of brothers or cousins, because loving married bickering and battle couples are fun. You can have running jokes in the background about how Smaug's invasion ruined their wedding day, and going back and forth with "you never take me anywhere nice" @ each other whenever they're stuck in Goblintown or the Mirkwood dungeons. (I like seeing good marriages & partnerships in fiction and established couples going on fantasy quests together. I just think it's neat.)
But another (sillier) direction is that you could just cast some actresses in beards to play some of the dwarves, then leave the fact that some of these characters are probably dwarf women (traveling as men) as a fun detail for the audience. Bilbo is either too oblivious to notice or much too polite to bring it up at all. It's canonically compliant to the text this way!
Now, obviously some few people would have complained that Tolkien's work was being ruined by "political correctness", but they complained anyway about Tauriel (when there are MANY other bad choices in these movies), and what worthwhile arguments could they have possibly made against genderbending some of the THIRTEEN dwarves? Like, most casual fans I know cannot NAME the entire Company, who get so little character development in the book that the films had to come up with unique designs and backgrounds for most of them anyway. Bro (directed towards someone objecting to the idea of including female dwarves), be real, there's no way that you honestly cared this much about "Nori the Dwarf" before right now.
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collapsedatlantis · 1 year
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Can u do like sapnap x reader smut that reader is sapnap’s roomate and sapnap asks reader to help him since he is kinky i guees?
roommate | sapnap
warnings: smut, hand job, unprotected sex,
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,,This movie is stupid`` Sap said out of nowhere, and you looked at him. Both of you were sitting on the opposite sides of a couch. Your legs were in his lap and he was stroking them almost the whole movie.
,,No it's not`` You said and focused back on the movie. The movie was in fact stupid, but you didn't want to give him the satisfaction.
You tried to watch the movie for another 10 minutes, but you couldn't bare it anymore. Quickly, you grabbed the remote that was on the coffee table and turned it off.
,,Alright, I'm going to sleep`` You said as you removed your legs from his lap and got up. He mumbled something, but you were already on your way to the shared bathroom.
You took a shower, brushed your teeth and did your skin care. After that, you went to your bedroom to sleep. It was late, but you weren't really that tired. You spent some time on your phone, before your door opened, revealing Sap. You locked your phone and put it under a pillow.
,,Are you asleep?`` He whispered as he walked in and closed the door behind him.
,,Yes``You grunted and turned to your other side, so you wouldn't have to face him. You felt him going up to your bed and going under your blanket. Before, you could turn to him, he hugged you from behind, nuzzling his face into the creek of your neck.
,,What are you doing`` You said, trying to sound angry. His hand went to your hip and gently stroked it.
,,The movie was scary`` He mumbled into your neck and you chuckled.
,,It was a romance movie Sap`` You said as you forcefully pushed his body away from yours, so you could lay on your back. One of his arms was now holding his head and the other was rested on your stomach.
,,Exactly`` He said with a smirk, and then he leaned to kiss you. It was like you froze. You just lied there waiting for his warm lips. The kiss was gentle.
Sap kissed you before, but never on lips. It was always the top of your head or shoulder, when he was passing by you to the kitchen. You tried to hide, mostly for your own sake, that you loved it and wanted him to do it more often.
You wanted the kiss to last forever, but soon he pulled away, making you feel embarrassed. Did he regret it? The hand that was on your stomach moved to your head and removed some of your hair from your forehead. You were so incredibly confused, you weren't even sure if this wasn't a dream.
,,What are you actually doing here?`` You almost whispered, scared that your voice would fail you.
,,I need your help with something`` He answered after a while. You furrowed your eyebrows and tilted your head, trying your best to ignore the gut punching feeling inside of you. Was he just playing with your feelings?
You wanted to ask him what he needed help with, but instead of that, he decided to just show you. His free hand grabbed yours and slowly guided it to his pants. You followed your hand with your eyes, but once you realize where he was guiding you, you looked back at him.
It was like you forgot how to speak. He pushed his pants more down and then grabbed your hand again.
,,You wanna be a good girl and help me?`` He said with a smirk. He was clearly playing with you, and you loved it.
You nodded hungrily, and his smirk grew even bigger. His hand helped you grab his cock. He was thick and his tip was sticky with pre-cum. There was nothing more you wanted than to be good for him.
,,You have no idea, how long I wanted to ruin your pretty little body`` He said as you stroked his cock. He held the eye contact as you played with his cock for some time.
He grabbed your hand and forced you to stop stroking him. He got up from his side and sat back on his heels. Gently, he grabbed your thighs and opened them. Your skin was burning under his touch. He slowly removed your underwear and threw it somewhere. His eyes were glued to your core as his fingers moved in between your folds. You whined and closed your eyes.
,,Already so wet for me hm? Y`want my cock?``He asked you, while he grabbed his cock and tapped the tip on your clit.
,,mhm``You whined, which made him chuckle. He grabbed your legs and put them on his shoulders. He, then, lined his cock with your entrance and looked in your eyes, before he pushed the tip inside of you. He was moving slowly, but the pain was still there.
,,I know baby, I know`` He said as you cried out. When his cock was all in, he stopped moving, so you could get used to him. During that time, he was stroking your thighs, watching you carefully.
Once your hips moved in desperate need for him, he pulled out of you, making you whine, before he slammed hard back into you. Your back arched and your hands grabbed the sheets of your bed. His hands were holding your feet as he fucked hard into you. His eyes were open, so he could see you. He was fucking you hard, making sure you felt every inch of him. He wanted you to get addicted to his cock, so whenever you felt horny, you'd come to beg him to fuck you.
Your mind was hazy, filled with pleasure and slight pain. Out of nowhere, he slowed down, and you opened your eyes, confused. His hips were barely moving. The smirk on his face made you scared.
,,Aw, what's wrong?`` He said teasingly as one of his hands left your leg and went to your clit. You whined and tried to rock your hips, to make him go faster.
,,You want me to go faster, pretty girl?`` He said as his finger focused on your clit, driving you crazy.
,,please`` You whispered, hating him for doing this to you.
,,You think you can take it?`` He said after grabbing your leg again, readjusting them on his shoulders.
,,I can`` You said after you stopped biting on your lower lip. He nodded his head and did what you so desperately needed. His hips were slamming into you even faster and harder than before. Tears shot from your eyes, and you left your mouth open in a silent moan.
All you could focus on was the pleasure filling your body. You never wanted him to stop, and that feeling grew even bigger once you felt the familiar feeling deep in your stomach.
,,Sap...``You whined, trying to tell him you'd cum soon. There was no need to tell him, though, he knew. Not changing his pace, he watched as your body went into a trance as your orgasm filled your body. He felt your legs tense and after a while they started to shake. He grabbed your legs from his shoulders and pushed them to your stomach, so he could see your pussy taking his cock better.
,,Want me to breed you?``He said through his teeth. You had a hard time focusing on anything, but you quickly nodded. The grip of his hands on your legs hardened as he unleashed his cum deep inside of you. He stayed in you for a bit before quickly pulling out, watching his cum spill out of you. At that moment, he knew he needed to see this view more often.
He placed your legs down and pulled his pants back on. He got up from the bed and walked close to your head. His hand grabbed your throat and squeezed it. You closed your eyes.
,,You're such a whore``He said to your ear as he slapped your cheek. Then he just left your room.
You felt used, but god you loved it.
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steddielations · 1 year
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Based on this fanart!
Eddie gets into Steve’s interests too.
Steve doesn’t have many hobbies apart from babysitting and sports, but over the years, he’s come to love being outside. That’s how he found skull rock, wandering in the woods for hours. It clears his mind, getting away from everything. He likes to run too and get his heart pumping, work out his stress.
Eddie was never one for the outdoors, he prefers to be holed up in his room playing guitar, planning campaigns, reading, watching movies and stuff. But he decides to give the “outside thing” a chance because Steve has always been so great about trying Eddie’s interests, so Eddie wants to do the same for him, and agrees to go on a hike together.
“I can’t believe this is your idea of romance,” Eddie groans, slapping a mosquito off his arm.
“Hey, I never said it was romantic,” Steve shrugs, he looks so put together with his sunglasses and fancy running shoes, while Eddie’s a mess after only a couple hours of hiking. God, if Eddie didn’t love him so much, he’d hate him.
“It was implied when you asked me on a date to the woods with you,” Eddie tucks the stray hairs back into his bun, going for casual despite his tired arms feeling like jelly, “You know, if you wanted to see me all hot and sweaty, there’s other, easier, much more pleasurable ways to do it.”
Steve snorts, “This was your idea. You wanted to come.”
“Because I’m a good boyfriend who wants to do the stuff you like with you.”
“What do you mean?” Steve asks, automatically reaching for Eddie’s hands to help him step over a large rock because he’s just so perfect like that, “I do like all the stuff we normally do together.”
“Yeah but it’s always my stuff, and you don’t make fun of it and you like it cause you’re just so damn perfect, and I wanted to do the same for you.”
Except he’s failing miserably, trying to hide how badly he wants it to be over, trying to be as perfect for Steve as Steve is for him.
“Oh.” Steve looks stunned, like he didn’t realize he’s worth such a gesture and it makes Eddie want to shower him with affection until he knows how much he means to him, “Well that’s… sweet of you.”
“Yeah yeah, it’s gonna lose all sentiment if I pass out trying to impress you. How much further? Jesus, how are you not tired at all!”
“Some of us actually participated in gym instead of selling weed under the bleachers,” Steve smirks and Eddie’s heart skips not just from exertion, “We probably should’ve taken a shorter hike for your first time. Maybe we should go back.”
“What? No, y’know the nature thing isn’t so bad once you get passed the bug bites and the sunburn and the muscle aches,” Eddie tries to keep going but Steve comes to a stop in front of him, brows furrowed in concern behind his sunglasses, “I mean, my legs are totally supposed to feel like noodles, right? I’m doing great.”
Steve reaches out, gently brushing Eddie’s sweaty hair off his forehead, “I think you’ve pushed yourself hard enough, baby, your face is beet red, you’re shaking. We’re going back now. Here hop on, I’m carrying you to the car.”
He doesn’t offer any room for argument, kneeling down so Eddie can climb onto his back. As humiliating as it is, Eddie relents because he’s honestly exhausted. He locks his sore arms and legs around Steve, clinging to him, quiet for most of the way, feeling like he ruined the whole thing.
Steve must sense it, because he jokes, “Gotta say, I’m really feeling the romance now.”
Eddie smiles against the warm skin of Steve’s neck, “Shut up, I hate you.”
“No you love me,” he can hear the soft smile in Steve’s words, “You did this for me.”
He shouldn’t sound so amazed by that. As if there’s anything Eddie wouldn’t do for this damn boy.
“And I’ll do it again,” Eddie accentuates his point with a kiss to Steve’s cheek, “And again,” another, “And again until I get better at it.”
Steve chuckles, squeezing Eddie’s thighs teasingly, “You don’t have to, not if you don’t want to.”
“I wanna do everything with you, sweetheart,” Eddie says, means it, “Love you.”
And they do go hiking again, they go on lots more, shorter hikes on cooler days. Steve always brings a backpack with extra water, and snacks and bug spray and sunscreen and whatever else Eddie might need to stay comfortable.
Which, Eddie insists that Steve needs those things too. It sort of pangs his chest every time Steve only seems to remember his own needs as an afterthought, but it’s okay, they take care of each other.
Eddie finds that he doesn’t mind “the outside” so much when he’s with Steve. On every hike, he’ll pick up a cool rock or a shiny chunk of minerals and give it to Steve, who always says “oh nice, thanks, babe” and shoves it in his pocket.
Sometimes they see animals and name them after rockstars or Steve’s favorite basketball players. Sometimes they talk a lot, other times they’re more quiet, just holding hands as they tread through the leaves together.
Eddie’s favorite hikes are the ones right at dusk. They have a spot high up in the woods that no one else would ever be able to find, with the best view of the sunset over Lover’s Lake. They always sit and watch the colors melt into the water, Steve’s head resting on Eddie’s shoulder, smiling softly with Eddie’s arm around him.
It’s their spot, it’s their place to be alone together, it’s another one of their things and Eddie loves it, he loves everything with Steve.
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mari-lair · 5 months
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Let's talk about terukaneaoi! I love them too much to be normal, so expect everything to be based on canon but without the polish of a 'proper analysis'
Let's start with something simple: Aoi is scared of thunder, Teru can create it.
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Teru's presence puts her on edge when he uses his powers, but slowly I can see him make her get used to lightning.
Teru's bracelet already gives her a connection between lightning and protection. She seems troubled when she uses it, but she does appreciate this protection, to the point she wears it in school even on her play outfit.
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The more she gets used to Teru lightning, and the more her fondness for him as a person grows, the stronger this association will become, and with time I can see her fear of storms disappearing. She associates Teru with a big doggy after all, it's not a very scary view.
Akane will stop being worried about Aoi every time it storms, and start associating lightning with something that makes his partners happy.
Speaking of which, Teru and Aoi have similar interests: Aoi likes shark movies, and teru is cool watching horror movies with people he treasures. Aoi likes sweets and games, Teru likes arcade games and places that sell sugary sweets.
Teru has a more 'out of home/extreme' version of Aoi's hobby.
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Teru would force her out of her comfort zone which can be wonderful, specially with how gentle he is with Aoi but I can see him getting too excited when he have fun and going overboard.
Thankfully Akane is the kind of guy who will take bullets for Aoi, so if Teru carries the Aois around like he does with Kou and Nene, Akane would either offer himself a sacrificial lamb so Aoi can rest or protect her from his more extreme ideas. Protecting Aoi is like an instinct for Akane at this point.
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(unrelated but Akane calling Teru 'sir', and Aoi always holding to Akane's sleeve when she wants to get closer to him is very cute to me)
Now let's talk about something that would make their relationship a tad complicated and all the more interesting: their view on romance.
Aoi and Akane have jealousy issues and are too proud to admit when they are being possessive.
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The romance in their head is super old-fashioned, they don't do casual dating, and if there is romantic interest involved they expect a marriage: Akane immediately imagines Teru and Aoi getting married when teru threatens to ask her out on a date in chapter 59, and Aoi's excuse not to date Akane is that she can't marry a guy that will make her be named Aoi Aoi.
Teru can fix this issue by making the two adopt the Minamoto surname, erasing Aoi's best excuse and likely forcing the poor coward to take a step.
However, if the Aois eventually cave in to Teru barging into their lives, and include him in their hopelessly romantic standards they would gain a problem, a very annoying problem called "Teru has a lot of fans and he actually likes the attention and doesn't wish any harm on them, so Akane can't hit his admires with a baseball bat like he does with Aoi's ." cause teru wouldn't like that and Akane is the kind of guy that would get horrified if he learns he is hurting a loved one and immediately try to fix it.
With nothing else to be done, the two would be very salty about it.
Aoi would easily be hit the worst. Her whole day gets ruined when Akane gets 1 admirer that he bluntly rejects, refusing to even take the chocolate, much less the girl's feelings.
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So dating Teru, who smiles sweetly at his fans and does not care about his class making a pavilion of him with merchandise available, would be her worst nightmare.
Just picturing how she would react to moments where Teru is adored is so pitiful to me, cause I guarantee teru will still have a million fans after they starts dating, he has celebrity status. His fans love him even after they give up on a relationship with him, even Nene, who is far from his biggest fan, takes time to fully let go of her worship with him.
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Aoi is also very self-conscious, the poor girl acts like people's perception of her doesn't matter but she is extremely arrogant, she will fight her crush on Teru harder than her crush on Akane because she refuses to believe she is on the same level as his fangirls.
She look down on Teru's fangirls, to some extent, telling people teru is the kind of boy every girl can fall in love with, but making sure to establish he is not her type. She used to only ever mention him to try to connect with Nene, acting so fake it's straight up condescending.
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So geting a crush on Teru would give Aoi a gigantic crisis.
Both Akanes love to pretend they aren't the jealous tipe, but since they have no issues looking after each other, they would consistently use each other as excuses to reprimand Teru. So we have both Aois going "I am not bothered, not at all, but think about how much Ao-chan/Akane-kun is affected by it."
I feel like Teru would make the Aois jealous on purpose at first because he likes to torment them, and because it makes him feel special, he adores attention, but when he realizes how much it bothers Aoi he'll try to set boundaries with his fans, while simultaneously calling her out for being overly insecure, something Akane is too smitten to do when not in extreme scenarios.
Teru is not nearly as possessive as the Aois: As of now in the manga, it realistically doesn't matter if Teru likes Aoi, Akane, or the two, cause his chance of scoring a date with either is zero. At the start of the manga, he doesn't seem jealous when Akane gushes about his undying love for Aoi or when guys throw themselves at Aoi's feet. Teru is chill. It's not like anyone is making any progress so why worry?
BUT the second he catches Aoi and Akane near kissing he does not even think about doing the whole 'oh I will suppress my feelings so I do not burden them' cliché, he slams himself into their relationship, while simultaneously pushing Aoi and Akane together.
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Teru talks a lot about stealing Aoi from Akane but he has no intention of doing so: He waited until the two resolved their issue in chapter 69 before barging in. He let them have a moment in the tunnel despite knowing it could be Aoi's last day 'alive'. He tries to hang out with both whenever possible. He let Akane go after Aoi in the rescue, and so on. It's not like he wants them away from each other, he just wants to be there with them.
Unrelated, but Teru's shocked "whoa" is so funny to me, cause it was revealed in the relay interview that the one thing Teru has issues with regarding Akane is his approach to win Aoi's heart.
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The approach he is talking about here is before the grim reaper arc, when Akane used to tactlessly confess his love everyday and treat her like an untouchable goddess. So the 'male lead of a romance manga' approach Akane has going on in chapter 69 must truly have been a shock to Teru.
"whoa." feels as if he is shocked, appalled, but also reluctantly impressed.
Aoi and Akane are so pretty in Teru's eyes, is insane actually.
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In short: I think Teru would not care if people flirt with Aoi and Akane, but he will get jealous and more clingy if Akane gives Aoi too much attention, or Aoi neglects him. The only people he can ever be jealous of are the Akanes themselves.
They all have interesting connections separated too.
Akane bonded with Teru about their mutual duties as student council members, which makes them used to work together, and also bond over their core belief when it comes to human life: both value it, albeit for different reasons, and share a similar kind of hatred for the supernaturals that endanger it.
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Akane and Aoi bond about being childhood friends and having the same core belief when it comes to romance. They are fundamental parts of each other's life, witnessing the other grow, how they changed and how they stayed the same. They know each other better than anyone.
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Teru and Aoi bond over feeling alienated from their peers. They don't understand each other, and their experiences and reasons for feeling this way are incredibly different, but they understand the feeling of being different better than any other human character.
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One of the things the three share in common is that they are all petty with each other.
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Teru wants to be a good guide in chapter 70, but both Aois are still salty about the kiss he interrupted and refuse to take his hand. Akane is always delighted to drag Teru down, just as Teru is to bully him, and Aoi looks happy propositionally making Akane jealous.
It combines into the best kind of 'wow they are awful, I love them' interactions.
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It's like Teru's mere presence brings the worst out of the Aois, but despite Akane and Aoi's confusion when it comes to Teru a lot of times, they don't hate him. They grow fond of him.
Akane grow to respect Teru. I would go as far as to say that deep down he always admired him a little, because his perception of Teru changes from "a demon" to "a nice husband that would make Aoi happy" in the span of 20 chapters.
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The three can be unconventional about their care for each other, but to me, it is undeniable they value each other opinions and well being.
Even Aoi grows a soft spot for Teru, and this strange but prevalent display of care in their actions speaks volumes.
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Terukaneaoi can make each other better just as easily as they can make each other worse. They balance each other out while leaving space for a lot of conflicts that can be explored, honestly, they are plain fun, and I adore them.
Bonus: Their height difference is beautiful, just look at them!
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Eboni!! I was reading your tags under that daddy gifset post for phayurain and how you said that it is your favorite out of all thai bl love scenes and it got me thinking. What are your top 10 favorite love making scene from another bl series.
Tyler!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gawd let me go do some research and compile my data!
TharnType's shower scene in TharnType 2: 7 Years of Love. Since their shower scene was cut from s1 we were rewarded in s2 and when Tharn LIFTED Type I damn near ascended (we won't ponder on how Tharn was able to keep a tight grip when they were both covered in suds).
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Tharn lifted Type a lot, I noticed, and it's one of my absolute favorite things. I'd also like to go on record and say that TT2 had some of THE best love scenes in all Thai BL.
The Green Bathroom Scene in KinnPorsche The Series. It's no secret I was OBSESSED with that scene. OBSESSED! It was literally perfection. Who knew a hand job could be so...personal...so intense...so erotic? Also it was filmed beautifully! The use of the mirror was *chef's kiss*
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The Kitty Play scene in Bed Friend. Oh mah gah! That scene was epic! Everything from the request to the consent to Uea being in total control? King being at Uea's feet practically the whole time? Also the tongue????????????? It was superb.
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Can I just go back on record and say that NetJames have NO business serving me everything. All their love scenes HIT!
Cai and Gav's first time in Gameboys 2/Gameboys the Movie. I was not expecting for that scene to be so GOOD! I wasn't expecting a love scene at all tbh. It was sweet and passionate and they practiced safe sex AND confirmed they were vers! 10/10. CaiReel actually own my whole heart.
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I really hope EliKoy get their flowers for Gameboys one day.
Yu Zhen and Shi Lei's first time in Be Loved in House: I Do. You ever read in a romance novel about how the couple reaches their boiling point? Like the tension is too much to ignore? That's what their first time was like. It was an explosion of passion and relief. Like if they hadn't done it then they would've combusted. Also...more lifting...
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The love scene in Check Out Ep 0...not to be confused with Check Out the Series. Anyways before Nine and Daonuea were ruined they had an amazing and blissful encounter after a fun resort party. They were freshly single strangers who happened to connect on their own solo trips to the same resort.
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When I say Chahub and Best DELIVERED on the lust and passion???? THE CHEMISTRY?? They really had me excited for the series...which is why I was so bummed when it flopped. I do encourage EVERYONE to go watch Check Out Ep 0 tho...if it's still on YouTube.
The locker room scene in Between Us. Where do I even begin????? Moving from the pool to the locker rooms to escape the cameras? Win reminding Team he could back out at any time. The damn near visible SPARKS between them??? The way Win looked like he wanted to eat Team up with a spoon?? I was gagged.
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The Couch scene in Manner of Death. Between Teacher Tan's hair pulling and Dr. Bun's slutty faces, I couldn't stop screaming. They really smashed in front of the evidence computer and their cactus. That adrenaline rush kicked in and had them going at it like it was their last night on Earth.
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Fighter and Tutor's first time in Why R U the Series. I was obsessed with that scene. Loved that Tutor was complaining about Fighter turning him on and then trying to back out. I love that Fighter started at Tutor's feet. I love that Fighter's neck was bared for Tutor. I loved watching them fight for dominance. I loved seeing how absolutely breathless Tutor left Fighter.
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Jim and Wen's "one night stand" in Moonlight Chicken. That was the most passionate and intimate one night stand I've ever seen. Uncle Jim covering Wen's face in kisses and lacing their fingers together? Wen kissing Jim all over????? For that to be EarthMix's first love scene they really delivered.
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leithianxx · 2 years
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I've been trying to tease apart why I've gone so terminally feral for this show in particular, and I think a big part of it is because it captures the feeling of falling in love so accurately that I feel like I'M falling in love. Butterflies in my stomach, nauseous when I think about it, can't STOP thinking about it love.
As much as we all love a classic rom-com/love story flick, they have wreaked havoc on our expectations of romance. The purpose of those films or shows are to play out our most grandiose fantasies of love and relationships, a level of drama we could never actually attain, as a form of escapism. There are no manic pixie dream girls whose sole personality is a brand of quirky that fits your interests and saves you from your disillusionment in life. In reality, pursuing someone so intensely without ever giving up or taking no for an answer until they finally win their love interest over has become a trope so pervasive that its bled into the insidious romantic imagination of Nice GuysTM world wide. In the real world, you probably will never have that spinny camera kiss in the pouring rain after you've beaten the odds and live happily ever after, and you might feel like nothing you can experience will ever live up to that feeling. Not to mention they're all heteronormative as fuck.
In OFMD the friends to lovers journey is tentative and slow. There's no moment where one of them takes their glasses off and they suddenly see the other in a whole new light. There's no one sided whining and pining, where there's no real interest in friendship and they only stick around hoping to someday get in the other's pants. They deeply care and fret about not ruining their friendship, about not making the other uncomfortable or pressured. Most of my personal long term relationships started out as friendships, and it was a delicate drawn out testing of the waters before it naturally evolved. And this is particularly common in queer relationships where the lines between platonic and romantic love are often blurred because there are no models of courtship to look to for guidance.
I've seen people talk about how their kiss was too awkward, but that's how real first kisses are. Confessing your feelings is mortifying and nerve wracking, and hearing it makes you blush and stammer. You miss their lips and knock your heads, you don't know where to put your hands. You're nervous. It's not perfect but it's sweet.
And hats off to Taika for absolutely nailing true heartbreak. It feels like your world is ending and your life has come crashing down like they show in the movies but it also makes you feel small and soft and scared. It's the squeak in your voice when someone asks you how you are and you can feel yourself trying not to cry but you can't stop it. It's feeling so emotionally exhausted that you can't even bring your self to be angry, you'd just rather curl up into a ball and die. It's thinking you're moving on until something small reminds you of them and you ugly cry until snot is running down your face and you can't catch your breath. It's hiding under your covers and writing shit poetry in your notes app.
OFMD isn't "I wish I could experience this love story." OFMD is "I have experienced this love story." Falling in love can be the most huge, overwhelming, transcendental part of the human experience. It doesn't need exaggeration. It's the little things, it's like Mary says. It's them understanding your idiosyncrasies and finding them charming. It's exposing each other to new things and new ideas. It's laughing a lot. It's passing the time well.
It's mundane and it's amazing. It's easy, it's like breathing. This show has made me fall in love with the idea of falling in love all over again.
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mik0rin · 14 days
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2day, 2morrow, 4ever : party music & too many pauses
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gojo satoru x black fem reader genre: college au, angst, second chance romance, exes to lovers warnings: cussing, alcohol consumption word count: 3,853
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The birds, the flowers, and the leaves on the trees have all returned. Spring came around as a reminder that everything that was once gone always comes back. 
And you wish it wasn’t true. 
As much as you love the warmer weather and the occasional rainy days, you feel like you're descending into madness. You see him everywhere; while you’re grocery shopping, on the way to work, even when you run to the Family Mart next to your apartment. 
And it would be fine if he were actually there.
But, it's never really him. Whenever you “see” him, it’s only things you associate with him and your mind makes up the rest, projecting whatever image you have of him onto some poor unassuming person. You’re sure you’ve frightened a few people with your dead stare or teary eyes. 
You’ve avoided going out for the past few days trying to mentally prepare yourself for classes that start soon. Right now you’re sharing a blanket with Shoko on the couch as you watch a movie. Her phone vibrates on the coffee table and she picks it up, reading the notification before turning to you with a sly smile. 
“You wanna go to Haruka’s party tomorrow?” 
You turn to her with a small excited smile of your own,  “Now you know, you never have to ask.” 
She falls into your lap dramatically, “Do you know how boring it was without you?” 
“I know I’m the light of your life and-” 
“I didn’t say all that.” 
You push her off your lap and she falls to the floor with a soft thud. Shoko looks at you in disbelief as you step over her and walk to your room, flipping her off in the process. 
“Don’t follow me, we aren’t friends anymore.” 
She’s right behind you, playing into your joke, “Come on, babe. You know I can’t live without you!”
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With every step the sole of your shoes stick to the hardwood floors, the temperature is straddling the line between bearable and uncomfortable, and you narrowly avoid a collision that would end with you covered in someone’s drink. 
It’s going to be a good night. 
Shoko’s hand is wrapped around your wrist as she leads you through the crowd in search of some harder alcohol. The both of you are insanely good at handling your liquor and the wine coolers you were offered earlier aren’t doing anything for you. 
Luckily, you’re able to swipe a bottle of tequila off of one of your old classmates. You and Shoko are going shot for shot until a man with curly hair approaches you with a shy smile. He looks at you briefly, saying a greeting you can barely hear over the music. Then his eyes are glued to your best friend and you realize this is the boy she was telling you about when you were abroad. 
“Take her away.” You tell him. 
His eyes darted between you and her, “Is that okay?” 
There’s a silent exchange between the two of you. Shoko wants to make sure you’ll be fine without her because you were always each other’s first priority. 
“You’ll be doing me a favor. I can’t stand this girl.” You smile against your shot glass before downing its contents. 
Shoko is glaring at you and you look at her innocently. You know she won’t leave you alone unless you push her to, and you’ll be damned if she ruins the chance that is being presented to her. 
Her focus shifts to the man, “It’s fine, Kazuo. Apparently, I’m no longer wanted.” 
They start to walk off and she looks back at you, her face screaming “Are you sure you’ll be okay alone?” 
You give her a reassuring smile and mouth, “Don’t forget protection!” Shoko rolls her eyes at you but you don’t miss the light pink that dusts her cheeks.
You appreciate her concern but you want her to enjoy herself without worrying about you falling apart. You know you’ve been a bit sensitive lately but it’s something you’ve been taking day by day and it doesn’t mean that you’ll shatter into pieces if you’re left unattended. 
You make your way to the dancefloor, finding some of your other friends. The music is providing a good escape for your tumultuous heart and mind. A distraction or an opportunity for release is what you desperately need; being on a different continent for six months only works because there’s no chance of running into whatever you’re running away from. But being back in Tokyo is testing your resolve and you don’t know how you’ll survive if you don’t have an outlet. 
Your limbs are starting to ache and the heat in the house has officially become uncomfortable. You excuse yourself from your group of friends and make your way to the kitchen, it’s where the A/C is the strongest and you would give up anything to feel the cool air on your exposed skin. After pushing through your fellow drunk college students, you lean against the counter and let out a sigh of relief. 
“y/n?” 
You turn your head towards the sound, “Naomi?” 
She looks a little different from the last time you saw her. Her hair is ginger and she’s swapped her usual goddess braids for locs, she even got the septum piercing you remember her always wanting. 
She opens her mouth to say something but is cut off by a deep voice calling her name. 
There’s a reason why Shoko is the only one you’ve willingly seen since you’ve come back. Despite the obvious reason, which is living together; if you’re with her you know it’ll only be her. As much as you miss your group of friends, there’s anxiety that looms over you at the thought of hanging out with them and having to be near him, pretending like everything is fine. 
But it seems like that might be happening regardless because you see Geto turn the corner in search of his girlfriend and his eyes widen when they see you. He greets you but still doesn’t cross the threshold into the kitchen like he’s trying to keep something out. 
Or more accurately, someone. 
But it’s too late because you can already see the ends of white hair and hear the voice that rings out, 
“Did you find her, Suguru?” 
He found her. As Gojo fully makes it into the kitchen, he realizes Suguru found one more person. It seems like everything has been put on pause as the four of you stare at each other, awkwardness settles in the air like humidity and this is exactly what you wanted to avoid. 
It’s hard for everyone when a couple that shares the same friends breaks up, especially when the friends aren’t exactly privy to the reason why. 
Gojo is trying (and failing) to keep his eyes off you but he can’t, he never can. You catch his stares but you’re more worried about how to fix the situation you’re stuck in. You really want to escape but where does running get you? It seems like you keep ending up in the same position and truth be told: you’re tired. 
You take a deep breath, clenching your fists that rest at your sides, and turn towards your ex-boyfriend. 
“Can we talk outside?” 
He falters a bit, taken aback by your request. What could you possibly want to talk about? And how serious is it that it requires privacy? 
Another few seconds pass before the blue-eyed man coughs out an “Of course.” Geto and Naomi eye the both of you, questions on the tips of their tongues but they keep silent as the two of you walk away, weaving through the dense crowd of people. 
Satoru slides open the door to the balcony, letting you through first before closing it behind him. The night has gotten cooler and you feel it all over your exposed skin, you lean against the railing and stare forward, your gaze fixated on the city’s skyline. 
“Gojo.” 
Ah. 
There's no intimacy in that name. He's so used to his given name falling from your lips or other terms of endearment, but this? 
This feels so cold. 
“I think we should try to at least be friendly? This is the third time we’ve run into each other and I know for sure it won’t be the last. We have the same group of friends and there’s no way we can avoid each other forever and still hang out with them.” 
Satoru nods in agreement, he gets what you mean and it wouldn’t be fair to either of you to sacrifice hanging out with your friends because you can’t be within five feet of each other. But, there’s also disappointment that swirls in his chest, he thought there would be more. 
That maybe, just maybe you would say the one thing that has been weighing on him ever since he saw you. 
“Yeah, I can do that.” His voice comes out much steadier than he thought it would. 
You look at him, his face neutral but you can see something brewing under the surface and you wonder if he wants to say something more. You give him a minute, the air between the two of you growing quiet but the thump of the music from inside fills in what would be an awkward silence. When he doesn’t say anything more, you turn around and place your hand on the door handle. 
“Imma head back inside.” 
“Okay. I’ll see you later?” 
“Yeah, later.” 
You slide the door open and you step back inside, immediately greeted by the warmth of the party once again. The conversation plays in your head like a broken record and you wonder if that was the right decision. 
Friendly, huh? 
Will that even work?  Aren’t your feelings a little too strong, a little too complicated, to be reduced to friendly?
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The cherry blossoms have begun to bloom and classes have started. Albeit, there was an understandable amount of shock when you and Gojo acted as if nothing was wrong between the two of you, everyone adjusted quickly enough and the friends you missed when you were abroad, were only a text away again. 
The two of you can’t say it has gone completely back to normal; you can tell they try not to leave you alone with each other or even sit next to each other. If the conversation seemed to move towards any topic that involved the two of you, it was quickly steered away. And it’s not like you didn’t appreciate their efforts to make you comfortable, you just wish it wasn’t so obvious. 
And there’s the lingering problem, or lingering stare from your ex that you’ve been trying to ignore. It’s like every single time you’re around him, Gojo’s eyes are physically unable to look anywhere else. You’re used to it, he was like that when you were together too; always staring and when you would turn a little shy and question him, his response was always a compliment or “What? I can’t just look at you?” 
But now it’s different and the desire to ask him what he’s looking at eats at you. And every time the opportunity arises for you to do so, you don’t take it. There’s fear that the answer that Satoru gives you won’t be one you know how to handle. 
The seven of you are sitting in a group study room; papers scatter the table, textbooks lay open with sticky notes and highlighter galore, and you are showing Haibara something on your laptop. The poor boy has been struggling in biology and the semester is only a month in, and he thought who better to ask than the person whose major includes it?
“Before the citric acid cycle, acetyl-CoA has to be made. So, remember the glycolysis cycle notes I sent you?” 
“Of course! Those notes are the only reason I passed my quiz last week. I don’t get how you understand this stuff so well, you’re like a genius.” 
You lightly knock your shoulder against his, “Stop, you’re embarrassing me.” 
“No, seriously. I’m always lost in biology class until you explain it.” 
“You’re just saying that.” You dismiss, but you still flash him an appreciative smile before going back to explaining. 
Satoru watches this whole interaction, not in a burning jealousy kind of way because he knows Yu is just beyond grateful for your help. But in a yearning way, a longing way, because he wants that kind of smile to be directed towards him once more. 
A genuine smile. 
None of your smiles have been genuine whenever he’s around. It's not even a matter of it failing to reach your eyes. Your smiles always came from your heart. And one might question Gojo and say “Well how can you tell? Looks the same to me.” 
But Satoru knows. 
He knows.
He knows every single one of your expressions, there’s no way he shouldn't. He's studied your face to the point he could write books about it. He could detail what every blink, curve of your lip, and twitch of your nose meant. He's studied you to the point it’s engraved into his heart and he’ll continue to because you have and always will be his favorite lesson. 
Then he’s watching you leave with Shoko, the two of you bickering over what you should get for dinner. She says something to you and you laugh, pure and sweet. 
Gojo starts to think that this whole “friendly” thing is never going to work. 
At least not for him. 
And maybe not for you either.
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"I’m not going, I have something to do next week.” 
“Bullshit,” Naomi calls you out on your lie and Shoko nods in agreement. 
You keep your eyes laser-focused on your lab report, you don’t want them to see the sadness you’ve been doing a damn good job at hiding. 
“All you do is go to class and do your homework, you have nothing going on in your life,” Shoko adds. 
You side-eye her, your lips falling into a displeased frown. She’s right but that doesn’t mean you want her to verbalize it. And it’s not like you don’t want to go to the Marine Biology department’s fundraiser and support Nao, but it's the date that is keeping you from finding it appealing. 
May 14th. 
The date of the fundraiser. 
And the date of what would’ve been your two-year anniversary with a certain white-haired individual.
And you can’t blame your friends for not realizing what that day that is, nor do you want to tell them. You want to avoid the looks of pity and the attempts to cheer you up; all you really want to do is wallow in your room until the day passes. And you want to avoid Satoru as much as you can. 
But the way both of the girls are looking at you is telling you that your plan of sitting alone in the darkness of your room with music blasting is not going to happen. There’s no way out of this unless you tell them the truth and somehow that seems worse than just giving in and attending the event.
“What do I have to wear?” You ask with a sigh. 
Gojo sheds his suit jacket, the heat of the room and his emotions that are running on overdrive are raising his body temperature to unpleasant levels. He wants to be anywhere but here, he should be at home sleeping away the thoughts of an anniversary that never came to fruition, however, Suguru insisted he come and he would’ve declined if Kento and Yu hadn’t said they weren’t going if he didn’t. And then Geto was basically pleading with him to go and help support his girlfriend, and Gojo has always been weak to his best friend. 
So here he stands, black suit jacket hanging in the fold of his arm as he walks outside to get some fresh air. He’s surprised and maybe a little grateful that he hasn’t run into you; the sheer amount of people and the fact he basically became one with a wall in the furthest corner of the room is what really kept the two of you apart. It’s not like he didn’t want to see you, he always wants to see you. 
Satoru wants to see the dress you wore, the hairstyle you chose, and that beautiful face of yours. He wants to feel the comforting heat of your skin and be enveloped in the aroma of your sweet perfume. He just wants to be near you, but it's probably best for the both of you not to see each other on a day so heavy like this one. 
Maybe the gods above are rearranging the cards that determine your fate because the second Gojo steps outside, he’s greeted by very familiar bare shoulders and curly-ended braids . His heart beats rapidly in his chest as his eyes work in conjunction with his memory to permanently engrave this image of you in a dress that fits like someone made it drunk off the sight of you. You look like the cosmos personified, like the wonders of the universe were based on you and you only. 
His heart hurts, it hurts so much. 
You should be wearing this dress with him as you walk under the streetlights and cherry blossom petals fall on your hair and shoulders. Your hand should rest comfortably in his as you look up at him with a complaint written in your eyes- your heels are starting to hurt your feet. And then he’s scooping you up into his arms and you give him the sweetest smile as he carries you the rest of the way home. 
There’s no way he can move on from you. 
Satoru turns around, deciding going back inside and dealing with the heat is better than fantasizing about what could’ve been. The door creaks as he opens it and you whip your head around at the sound. 
“Satoru?”
You’re genuinely surprised and you don’t even notice that you used Satoru instead of Gojo. You’ve been trying to keep that distance between you by not addressing him so familiarly but the simple fact of not seeing him all night and then suddenly his right in front of your eyes is shocking you back to old habits. 
His heart pounds, his name always sounded better falling from your lips.
“Sorry, I’m not trying to bother you or anything.” He takes one step inside. 
Even if it hurts to see him, even if this day is one of the most painful. 
You never wanted to be around him so badly. 
“You’re hot.” 
Gojo's cheeks burn at your statement, if it weren’t for your deadpan voice it almost sounds like you’re complimenting him. 
“Nah, I’m fine.” 
“No, you’re a liar. I can see how red your neck is from here, just stay outside it’s fine.” 
He removes his hand from the handle, walking towards the railing of the balcony. Satoru puts a comfortable amount of distance between the two of you and he’s suddenly reminded of the similar scene that occurred at the party. He starts to wonder what conversation will happen this time. You turn your head towards him, unshed tears shining in your eyes and it takes every ounce of his strength not to immediately pull you into his arms. 
“It’s our anniversary.” You whisper out, broken. 
You don’t know why you suddenly said that but maybe you’re craving something from him. You want to be truly seen in your feelings, and oddly enough the only person who can provide comfort and truly understands what you’re going through is the man who is part of it all. 
Gojo lets out a shaky exhale, his knuckles turning white as he grips onto the railing. When you left for the other side of the world, there was so much he wanted to say to you and this might be his only chance to do so.
“When we broke up,” He starts and you stiffen at the memory but you don’t stop him, “I should've fought harder for you. I should've done more to reassure you that it would be better, I would be better.” 
Then Satoru looks at you, his expression just as broken as yours but there’s a sad smile on his face. 
“But you know I can never say no to you. And I knew at that moment even if you didn’t want to break up with me, you thought it was the right thing to do.”
You take half a step closer to him, “I never thought it was the right thing to do. I thought it was the only thing. I tried to justify our behavior in so many ways, I wanted to blame it on us being young and dumb and not knowing how to love properly but even now we aren’t that much older.” 
Your words are now replaced with silence because no matter how much you want to deny it, both of you are right. It might’ve been the right thing to do at the time and you are still young, learning to navigate the world and all the dreams and nightmares that come with it. 
But, six months apart is a long time for lovers and a lot of growth can happen when you have the time to realize where things went wrong. 
Satoru closes the space between you, draping his jacket over your goosebump-covered shoulders. You don’t move away, you allow yourself to soak in the scent of his cologne and enjoy the warmth he brings you. 
“I’m sorry.” He says softly. 
“I know. And I’m sorry too.” 
And as if to test the waters, your fingertips brush against his wrist and without a second wasted, he slips his hand into yours. 
It feels like heaven, it’s comforting in a nostalgic way. It feels oh-so-right, like the last two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly. And then you realize the feeling never changed and nothing else will ever be enough. 
A love like this only happens when the stars align perfectly and it would be foolish to let it slip away again. 
Satoru runs his free hand through his silky hair and you look up at him with those brown eyes he loves so much. 
“I can’t do this.” He says, a little bit of frustration leaking out.
“What?” 
“I want to try again, please. I want to be yours again.” 
You look at him, examining the seriousness in his furrowed brows and unwavering eyes. The way he grips your hand like you would run away if there was even a millimeter of room. You don’t know if it’s a good idea but what’s the alternative? Living without him? 
The pause you’re taking is too long to be considered appropriate and Gojo’s skin tints pink at his outrageous request. 
“Ne-”
“Okay…” You interrupt him and his eyes widen at your answer, “But can we take it slow?”
He squeezes your hand, “Whatever it takes.” 
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a/n: hope you guys enjoyed this chapter !!! also im trying to have the first chapter of the partner story up sometime next week,, also i think i might have tag this slow burn (but at the same time its not) ??
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