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127tyong · 2 years

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Baby Don't Like It

Previous Part: Heartbreaker

Pairing: Yuta X Taeyong X Reader X Johnny

Genre: Smut, Revenge AU, y'all are gonna hate this ending, Angst

Warnings: Breakup Sex, Yuta focus, Revenge Sex, Loss of Virginity (Taeyong)

Word Count: 4k

“I wanted to do it with you because I know you’re more experienced than me…”

You sighed, hugging him again. “I’ll think about it… I don’t want to take your virginity like this.”

"Please!" Taeyong looked at you with glassy eyes.

“Taeyong…” You stroked his hair. “I’d… feel guilty.”

Taeyong cupped your cheek, his thumb against your swollen lips. “Well… I’ll just tell my fans we’re dating, if that’s okay… Maybe we can break up in a month?”

You nodded. “Sure…”

Taeyong pulled away from your hug. "Well… I'll be going home now."

"Taeyong?" He stopped.

"Hm?"

"Are you… sure about this?" You rubbed your arm.

"Why would I not be?" He left your house.

The next morning, you looked at yourself in the mirror, looking at your plump, swollen lips and feeling your core, still needy from the change of your usual routine with Yuta.

You DMed Johnny, figuring he was your safest option.

[you] when can i see you again?

[johnnyjsuh] aren't you dating ty? lol

[you] i promise i can explain everything

[johnnyjsuh] fine, my house is the one the party was at

[johnnyjsuh] i’ll leave the door unlocked, come in

“There she is, the girl that went viral!” Johnny yelled at you from the kitchen, wearing shorts and no shirt.

“Ugh, stop…” You groaned, slamming the door shut, your head still aching

Johnny turned off the sink, his abs wet from the splashing water. “Hey, you puked in my bushes, I get to shit on you a bit.”

You rolled your eyes, sitting at the dining table. “Whatever.”

“Anyways, what do you want? Last I checked, we aren’t close enough to randomly show up at each other’s houses.” Johnny sat next to you.

“You said you wanted to meet up with me again…” You fidgeted with your hair.

Johnny rolled his eyes. “Is this what this is about? You know I told you that I don’t do hookups anymore, right?” He leaned back in his seat, licking his lips in frustration.

“You said you’d help me forget…” You mumbled, hanging your head down, looking at the wood texture on the table.

“...Whatever.” He ran his hands through his hair. “What’s going on with Taeyong?” Johnny quickly changed the subject.

“It’s easier to say we’re dating then to force him to explain that he’s actually a manwhore to his audience.” You nodded.

“Isn’t he a virgin?” Johnny clicked his tongue. “Did you fuck my other best friend?”

“No! I just… sucked his dick until he almost passed out?” Once you heard yourself you began to regret ever saying anything.

Johnny buried his face into his hands. “Jesus Christ…”

“I’m sorry…” You bit your lip regretting ever saying anything..

Johnny groaned. “It’s fine, I guess.”

"Listen, I, um… Oh, god, nevermind! This was a bad idea." You stood up. "I'll leave now."

Johnny grabbed your wrist. "Tell me."

"I haven't had sex in so long! For Yuta and I, it was a nearly daily thing! I need dick!" You yelled out, your mouth speaking before you could think.

Johnny let go of your wrist. "Oh…" He looked up at you with a disappointed look in his eyes.

"It was a stupid idea, I-" You went to leave.

Johnny quickly wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you onto his lap, kissing you. One of your knees was in between his thighs, your arms falling around his neck to stabilize yourself.

"Do you not want to hear my answer?" The arm around your waist trailed down to your hips, then your legs, his large, rough hands finally sinking into the fat on the back of your thighs.

"Johnny…" You sighed, your hands cupping his cheeks.

"You're so goddamn pathetic. Soaking through your panties and onto my leg?" Johnny moved his hand from your thigh and up your skirt, grabbing ahold of your panties and pulling them up then down, the friction on your clit making you whine.

When you didn’t give him an answer, Johnny sighed, pushing you off him. “You’re not worth my time.”

“Johnny, please!” You grabbed his bicep, feeling his muscles in both hands. “You’re the only person I can ask for help…” You whined, pouting as hard as you could.

“When will you learn?” Johnny looked at you with fake sympathy, mocking you. “Are you that addicted to dick? Maybe it’s time for you to buy a dildo.” He pushed you away, turning away from you, breaking eye contact.

You grinded your hips against his lap, trying to get him hard. “Please… I’m already here…”

“What makes me think I want to fuck you?” Johnny smirked then scoffed. “Nothing about you is even special.”

“You don’t mean that, do you?” You got off him, grabbing your phone, ready to leave.

Johnny laughed, running his hands through his hair. “I bet you were a total slut with Yuta, why don’t you do that with me? Or give me a blowjob like you did to Taeyong… Come on.”

You touched your swollen lips. “Um…”

“Lips too sore to suck dick but begging to be fucked?” Johnny stood up. “Yuta must’ve babied you.”

Johnny pulled you into his room. “Sorry, but I’m not Yuta.” He slammed you onto your knees, your knees bruising off the wooden floors. He slid his shorts down, practically shoving his cock down your throat.

Yuta never treated you like this. You began to think while Johnny's dick met the back of your throat.

At least Yuta saw you as more than an object…

However, you really didn't have much time to think since Johnny was face fucking you, his cock bigger than Taeyong's and certainly more aggressive than the boy was. Constantly pulling your hair, aggressively thrusting, crushing your nose against his skin…

"Such a good girl." Johnny moaned. "You look so pretty when you have mascara running down your face."

You wished you were drunk this time. If you were drunk, at least you could blame how good it felt on the alcohol, or you could at least stop comparing Johnny to Taeyong, or Johnny to Yuta…

Johnny eventually pulled out, his cum squirting onto your face and into your hair.

Johnny really loved turning you into a mess…

Johnny sighed, his shoulders slumping as he let go of your head.

You coughed, finally being able to breathe properly.

“You ready?” Johnny pulled your arm, hoisting you up.

“For what?” You rubbed your lips.

“For what you came here for.” Johnny laughed, laying on his bed. “Ride me. I wanna watch those titties bounce while you get off on me.”

“Let me… wash my face first.” The warm cum was running down your cheeks.

“You look so pretty painted with my cum, baby.” Johnny grabbed your wrist, pulling you onto his lap. “Don’t worry, I promise you’ll feel good.”

You straddled Johnny's cock, lining him up to your folds.

"Yuta did everything for you, didn't he?" Johnny sighed, slamming your hips down onto his dick, lifting you up and then lowering you with ease, as if your weight was nothing to him.

"I…" You breathed out, panting. "I can do it…"

It almost made Johnny sick, the way your tongue curled, the way you moaned his name, the way your eyes never looked at him, rather, beyond him. He could grip your waist and squeeze your tits, but they didn't feel like his.

You were still Yuta's.

The truth was, despite how everyone thought of him, he really wanted to find love. But hearing you say you miss that bastard, Yuta… it made him sick.

Johnny quickly snapped out of his thoughts, focusing back on how your tits bounced when you rode him, your nasty moans, so fucking high pitched, unable to hold yourself back…

"Good girl." Johnny cooed, figuring Yuta probably hardly ever praised you. “My perfect little whore.”

He watched as you got yourself off on his cock, your eyes rolled back and your back perfectly arched. It didn't make sense to Johnny. You looked perfect on his cock, not Taeyong's or Yuta's. You looked perfect covered in his cum, and no one else's. He figured that one day, you might actually love him. That you could be a good housewife that would greet him with a kiss when he got home from work. But he knew that would never happen.

Not in this universe, at least.

Your little moans got louder, then screamed out to Johnny about how you were close.

"Me too, princess. I'm gonna-" Johnny shot out his cum inside you since you didn't pull out quickly enough.

"Fuck!" You hissed. "Why would you cum inside me?"

Johnny quickly realized that you would never be his, no matter how perfect you were.

"Bathroom's across the hall." Johnny mumbled, getting dressed. "Lock the door when you leave, I'm going out."

“Are you home?” Taeyong rang your doorbell.

You were sitting on your couch, chewing on your thumb nail, your core sore from Johnny hitting your womb, despite the fact about a week had passed. “There's a key under the doormat.” You yelled.

He let himself in. “Hey.” He sat next to you, wrapping his arm around you. “Are you busy?”

You shook your head. “Did I look busy?” You scoffed.

Taeyong grimaced. “Yeah… Well, uh…”

“What do you want, Taeyong?” Your head fell onto his shoulder, flipping through Netflix.

“I’m sorry…” He sighed.

“What is it?” You rolled your eyes, tired with him.

“I may or may not have told Yuta that you’d be willing to talk to him.” Taeyong braced himself, expecting the worst.

You sat up straight. “What the fuck?”

“I’m sorry! I said we were dating!” Taeyong got off your couch and hid behind it. “I agreed to dinner with him tonight!”

“Tonight?” You stood up, scratching your head. “Taeyong, what the fuck?”

“Just dinner! I swear to God! Just dinner!” Taeyong stayed crouched.

“Taeyong!” You yelled, wanting an answer.

“I wanted to go to that 5-star restaurant!” Taeyong stood up from behind the couch.

“You sold me out for steak?” You threw a pillow at him.

Taeyong caught the pillow and tossed it back onto the couch. “Listen, I’ll do all the talking, it’ll be fine! Plus, do you really think Yuta will believe you until he sees it himself?”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine, but the moment I feel uncomfortable, I’m leaving.”

Taeyong sighed. “And I’m choosing what you’re wearing.”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever.”

Taeyong went into your bedroom and looked into your closet. “Here.” He pulled out a dress you haven’t worn since before you started dating Yuta, since he said it made you look like a slut.

“Absolutely not.” You looked at the short dress. “I haven’t worn that thing in forever. It’s probably too small at this point.”

“Which is why it’s perfect, come on, you’ll feel hot.” Taeyong scoffed.

“I want you to know I hate you.” You grabbed the dress and put it on in front of Taeyong.

“Ack…” Taeyong turned around.

“Taeyong, I sucked your dick, we’re beyond being uncomfortable at seeing each other naked.” You sighed.

“We didn’t fuck though! Totally different!” Taeyong’s forehead made contact with the wall with a thump.

“You still wanna?” You scoffed. “Zip me up.”

Taeyong turned around and zipped your dress. “Maybe.”

You spun around. “Are you gonna wear that?” You looked at Taeyong’s oversized hoodie and jeans.

“Well… I made this promise to Yuta then immediately came here…” Taeyong scratched the back of his neck.

You groaned. “Go home and get changed. I need to put makeup on or something anyways.”

“Wait. Make a promise to me.” Taeyong stood in the doorway.

“What?”

“If this night works out well, you’ll take my virginity.”

You told Taeyong you’d think about it, but you really meant no.

Either way, you were standing next to Taeyong, who was now wearing a suit, waiting for Yuta outside the restaurant.

“I’ll do all the talking, I promise.” Taeyong reminded you for the 100th time.

“Got it.” You sighed, clutching onto Taeyong’s arm.

Soon after, Yuta approached you two. “Hey.”

You took a deep breath. “Hi, Yuta.”

Taeyong wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling your side next to his. “Yeah, hi Yuta.”

Yuta gave you both the fakest smile you’ve ever seen from him. “Shall we get seated?”

You were seated and given a menu. “Oh, by the way, how did you get reservations so quickly?”

Yuta clenched his jaw. “Well, I’ve always been able to get us reservations through all of our relationship.”

“Oh…” You sipped your water.

Taeyong squeezed your thigh, reminding you to stop talking. “So, Yuta, how’s life been?”

“Fine. Just fine.” Yuta squeezed onto his cutlery, his knuckles turning a disturbing shade of white.

You could practically see the sweat dripping down Yuta’s face, his discomfort both enthralling you, but also upsetting you.

Taeyong’s fingers tapped against your thighs again. “So, how’s the single life?”

“If your intention on bringing me out here tonight was to make a mockery of me, you’re sorely mistaken.” Yuta smiled at Taeyong. “I’m doing… just fine.”

You could feel Taeyong’s nails practically digging through your flesh. “Oh yeah? Say, how good was the pussy to make you cheat?

“Taeyong!” You hissed.

Yuta sighed. "I just… wanted to see how you two were doing. This was a bad idea, I should just leave."

"We'll enjoy our date without you." Taeyong flashed a smile at Yuta.

Yuta grabbed your hand from across the table. "I promise, I didn't mean to, I-"

Taeyong stood up, pushing Yuta back. "You were leaving?"

Yuta looked at the ground. "Yeah. Good night."

"Well, at least that's over." Taeyong scoffed, then gave you a smile. “Eat.”

"Can you even call that a success?" You laughed as Taeyong unzipped your dress in the backseat of his car, positioned on his lap, in between his legs, his pants already unzipped.

He shrugged. "Hey, at least I stood up for you!" His lips dove onto your neck, quickly giving you a hickey, his teeth digging into your delicate skin. “Yuta can’t exactly say he’s done anything like that for you.”

You slid your panties off. "Yeah, thank you…"

"You're dating me now, well, at least publicly… So there's no reason to worry. " Taeyong unhooked your bra, sliding a hand under the padding and onto your breasts, toying with your nipples, the other sliding between your thighs, his middle finger finding your clit with ease, drawing circles until you were sure there was a puddle on the expensive leather seats.

"Are you sure you're a virgin?" You felt the finger slide into your cunt, your walls squeezing around his finger.

“Even I at least know this much from porn…” Taeyong laughed, his breath warming up your neck. “What? Did Yuta not know where your clit was?”

"Well, the stereotype is that boys don't know where the clit is…" You felt Taeyong's fingers pump in and out of you, making squelching sounds.

"Well, you know… the clit actually gets bigger when you get horny… So maybe that explains why it was so easy for me to find it."

Your hand wrapped around Taeyong's wrist, trying to get him to slow down in between moans, your head falling back onto his shoulder. "You're going too hard, Taeyong…"

"I'm sorry…" He whispered. "To be honest, I wanna at least make you cum on my fingers before I put it in…"

"Why?"

"I came so quickly by your tongue, I'm worried I'll cum immediately when I put it in you…" Taeyong pulled his hand out and wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your shoulder. You could feel the warmth of his face on your neck, figuring he was so embarrassed that he blushed that hard.

"Taeyong…" You cooed. "It's okay…" You spun around, straddling his waist. "I'll make you feel good."

"Wait, I-"

You ignored Taeyong, sliding it in slowly.

"Fuck!" Taeyong's head fell into your chest, in between your breasts, his warm cum filling you up and into your womb.

"I didn't even put it all the way in." You hummed, cradling his head in the palm of your hand, taking in the look of Taeyong's flushed cheeks and watering eyes.

"It's too much." Taeyong whined. "It's too good. You're too good." Taeyong's lips were pouty, perfectly red and full.

You traced Taeyong's lips with your thumb then sliding the rest of his length inside you. "You're still so hard." You moaned out, feeling his tip kiss your cervix, his cum leaking out of your womb and back onto his cock as you rode him.

“Too good.” Taeyong whined as you bounced on him. “Too good, so good…”

“Gonna make me cum.” Your head found a spot on his shoulder, gnawing down. “Dick’s so big.”

“Bigger than Yuta’s?” Taeyong croaked out, his head falling back onto the foggy window.

Your hands pressed down onto his abdomen, finding a place to balance down onto. “So much bigger.” A lie.

“Fuck, I already wanna cum again. Please, just like that…” Taeyong whined, his hands covering his mouth, holding back his whiny moans.

“Cum. Cum inside me again.” You instructed, his whines edging you on.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!” His eyes rolled back, his hands finding a place on your hips to dig into, his lips pouting again.

“Taeyong!” You hips rocked back and forth, milking every last drop of his cum into your womb. “So full…” You groaned.

Taeyong’s arms snaked around your waist, pulling your body on top of his, your arms naturally falling around his waist.

“You’re so warm.” He kissed your cheek. “I think I could get used to this.”

“Me too.” Your head fell onto his shoulder. “Me too, Taeyong.”

“It’s a shame I don’t love you, you would’ve been a nice girlfriend.” Taeyong’s fingers drummed on your back.

“Huh?” You pulled away from the hug.

“What, you didn’t know?” Taeyong laughed. “You’re not my type, like, at all.”

“Oh, fuck you Taeyong!” You grabbed your dress, sliding it back on, only able to zip it half way up your back. “I let you cum inside me and that’s all you have to say?”

Taeyong shrugged, zipping his pants back up. “If it makes you feel better, your pussy was amazing.”

You slammed the door open, exiting his car. “Fuck you, Lee Taeyong!”

Yuta was the first thing you saw when you left Taeyong, his familiar motorcycle still in the parking lot. “Oh, I-”

You hugged Yuta, your head falling into his chest. “Take me home.”

He spun you around and zipped up your dress. “Whatever you want.”

His jacket was wrapped around your waist since you left your panties in Taeyong’s car, your head on his back, arms around Yuta’s waist. The night time wind was always refreshing, it always gave you a sense of familiarity. That, combined with the scent of Yuta’s almost overwhelmingly strong cologne.

You really couldn’t wrap your head around it. Why would he cheat? Why would he do that to you? And then to make you almost feel bad for him? Almost. Only almost.

Yuta parked his bike in your driveway, which led you to immediately rip off his jacket and give it back to him, and run to your front door.

You would’ve been able to get in without talking to Yuta if it wasn’t for this damn lock!

“Give it to me.” Yuta grabbed your key and slid it in, unlocking it.

“Thanks.” You mumbled, entering your house.

“Listen, I wanted to talk, I-” Yuta followed you inside.

You cut Yuta off. “I don’t really want to hear it.”

“Babe, I-” Yuta grabbed your arm.

“I'm not your babe anymore. You just happened to be at the right place at the right time.” You scoffed.

Yuta sighed, letting go of you. “Johnny told me.”

“Told you what?” You spun around on your heel.

“That you missed me.” He wrapped his hands on your shoulders. “Don’t you miss me?”

“I told him I wasn’t used to not having sex with you anymore. Nothing else.” You pushed him away from you. “Go home, Yuta.”

“If you miss my dick… then at least have sex with me again.” Yuta’s thumb glossed over your lips, his digits entering your mouth.

“Yu…” You moaned out, still sore from Taeyong, but wanting Yuta more than ever.

“Shh, I know baby.” Yuta picked you up, your legs around his waist, taking you into your bedroom and laying you down.

“Fuck me… Fuck me, Yuta.” You whined as Yuta pulled off your dress.

"Always so cute…" Yuta kissed your jaw, rubbing your clit.

"Hurry up…" You groaned, spreading your legs open.

"Patience, princess." He whispered in your ear, raising your legs, your ankles resting on his shoulders. "I'll give you everything you've ever wanted."

As he slid his cock inside you, you didn't know how to feel. You expected instant gratification, but that didn't come.

"Come on princess, let me hear your pretty moans…" Yuta whined, his cock hitting you deeply.

You realized what had happened… Johnny and Taeyong broke you.

"Harder." You cried out. "More. Fuck me harder!"

Yuta grabbed you by your throat, his thumb pressing into the side of your neck. His pace quickened, causing you to roll your eyes back in ecstasy.

"Yu… Yuta!" You screamed out, grabbing onto his arm.

“Pathetic whore wants to be fucked hard but can’t even handle it.” Yuta groaned, his eyes focused on yours, causing you to turn your head, not wanting to look him in the eyes.

You wish you could tell Yuta to stop, to get off you, that this was all a mistake and you don’t want him to fuck you. But you knew you couldn’t. It felt too good… You were ruined, pathetic and begging a man you didn’t love to fuck you.

Yuta didn’t change… it was you.

Yuta knew everything you liked. How to kiss you, how fast or slow to fuck you… how to love you.

You just got used to Johnny and Taeyong…

Yuta snapped you out of your thoughts by slapping you.

“Ow!” You hissed, not expecting the pain.

Yuta wrapped his hand on the top of your head, his fist full of your hair. “Can’t even fucking pay attention to me anymore? God, I’m going to train you all over again…” His pace quickened, as you became even more of a mess around his cock, feeling how wet you were around him.

“Good whore, taking everything I give you…” He started sucking on your nipple, his tongue piercing flicking against your skin.

He was messy. Messier than Johnny, less whiny than Taeyong.

“I wanna… hear you moan, Yuta…” You cried out.

Yuta pulled away from your breast, then flipped you onto your stomach. “So fucking stupid…” He mumbled, shoving your face into the pillow. “I like you better when you don’t speak.”

You started crying into your pillow as it muffled your tears.

“Gonna cum inside you. Gonna plant a baby inside you so you won’t ever leave me again.” You felt Yuta’s grip on your thighs tighten as he came inside you, filling you up just as you promised.

You still felt empty.

“All mine. You will always be all mine. Don’t go to Johnny or Taeyong ever again.” His hot breath panted in your ear,

As Yuta let go of your head, you turned over, falling asleep on your side, Yuta right next to you. Cold, emotionless, and not knowing for sure what love is.

When you looked at your phone the next morning, you saw that Taeyong announced your breakup with him.

You knew you couldn’t text Johnny after that, thinking to yourself that wouldn’t be fair to you or him.

Yuta’s arm was around your waist, his fingers dangling on your waist. When he woke up, he dragged his arm away, yawning.

"Why'd you cheat on me, Yuta?" Was all you managed to get out of you, having a million questions but choosing that one to ask him. Your face was covered in tears, crying after you came to the understanding that you couldn't live without him, and he needed you just as badly.

Yuta pressed his forehead against your back, his arm falling back around your waist. "I… I don't have a reason. I thought I did, but now I'm not so sure." He cried out, his tears falling onto your back.

"Yuta…" You sighed, sitting up, leaving Yuta alone.

"I'm sorry… I promise, I'll be good to you this time!" Yuta reached out to you.

And you stand up. "I need to wash my face. You know where the guest bathroom is."

You curl over your sink, sobbing to yourself. Everything hurts, your body aches from constant abuse. You hear the front door open, then close again.

And you're all alone again.

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tellthemeerkatsitsfine · 8 months

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Well that Champion of Champions episode was great. Ridiculously funny from start to finish, and all the tasks were top quality (maybe apart from the studio task, but even that wasn’t bad). I thought every contestant had at least a few really memorable moments.

I love the way the COC episodes get to be celebrations of Taskmaster as a whole. They can’t really do that in the regular episodes, because they’re playing to a studio audience that hasn’t seen the previous episodes from that season, so they try not to call back to too much stuff they haven’t seen. And they’re trying to appeal to casual TV viewers who might not have seen previous seasons, so there aren’t too many references to that either. But I guess they figure that anyone watching Champion of Champions has seen the preceding stuff, and they make it full of references.

I loved bringing back the bandstand from the early seasons, and this was the perfect time for it. I wouldn’t want them to do that in any of the regular episodes, for the same reason why I think Alex is right to say they won’t reuse old tasks – too easy to slip down the road to capitalizing on nostalgia and stop being original. Seeing the new, increasingly elaborate task location is a fun part of all the new seasons, I wouldn’t want to give that up. But bringing back the site of some of the greatest, establishing early Taskmaster moments for a one-off special was perfect.

And then they got in lots of ways to bring back old seasons. Kiell referencing the banana task. Dara’s outfit being a tribute to all of season 14. Ramsey’s name coming up on Sophie Duker’s signs. The comment about proposing to Alex Horne like in season 12. And obviously the constant mentions of Mae Martin. I like how they did that. That they didn’t try to be slick TV and pretend that everything had gone exactly according to plan and this is how the lineup was meant to be; roasting Kiell for an entire episode was much more fun than that.

I think I also agree with what Ed Gamble said on the podcast, that this may be the first time there’s been a Champion of Champions that makes total sense. Let’s be honest, Josh Widdicombe was quite good at Taskmaster but not the best player out of all 25 from the first five seasons (I think that might have been Noel Fielding, but then he chose to mess around and stop being competitive in COC1). And I also agree with Ed Gamble’s assessment that Richard Herring was competent in only one episode of Taskmaster, and it was COC2. That’s what happens when you only have one episode instead of taking the winner from an aggregate. And when you add a Golden Snitch studio task to it. But Dara O’Brien might be the most competent person to play in seasons 11-15, so that’s nice to see him as a Champion of Champions.

So there was a lot to enjoy about the episode for its place in the larger Taskmaster lore, but it was also just enormous fun as a one-off. That’s the other thing that’s fun about the COC episodes – it is cool to see an episode where everyone’s actually trying and no one’s particularly bad at it and everyone brings something interesting to the table.

Alex immediately going way too hard and way too personal when Sophie asked him to insult her. Sarah Kendall clapping for like half the episode and not realizing she was wearing a watch. Dara completing an entire task without even standing up by popping elastics off his head. Morgana remembering that season 12 task where she popped all those ice cubes in her offer and roundly outdoing herself with paint. Dragging the Greg statue across the ground. Sarah Kendall just being furious for the entire episode. Kiell not even bothering to try to find Alex. Kiell getting roasted all episode for the embarrassing flaw of not being Mae Martin. Sophie calling out Greg. Dara's wig montage. Sarah Kendall being absolutely furious. Did I mention that enough? God, I’d missed Sarah Kendall being furious.

Do Something Stupid was a brilliant task concept. I’m glad that stealing things from other versions is a loophole in Alex’s stance against reusing tasks, and I’m glad they found a way to make it broadcastable (though of course we all salute Guy and Urzilla for the lost task that the NZ producers are too cowardly to show us).

Hats off to the new champion. Hats, and wigs off to the new champion.

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artist-issues · 2 years

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I would just love to compare and contrast Rebel Without a Cause with The Wild One. For FUN.

And also because I wholeheartedly believe that Rebel Without a Cause is better in every single sense. Theme? Better in Rebel. Characters? Way, way better in Rebel. Costumes? Well, sheesh, at least they’re more believable without sacrificing memorability in Rebel.

(I understand you chose this hat yourself, Mr. Brando? …why??)

Scenery and set design, better in Rebel! Writing? Rebel had Stewart Stern. So I feel like I don’t need to say any more about that.

Let me just

I mean, the main thing about these two movies is that they are both trying to say something about juvenile delinquency. But only one of them actually accomplishes that with any weight.

First off, Brando’s character Johnny is markedly confused about who he is and has no idea why he acts out. James Dean’s character, Jim, is also confused about who he is. The difference is, James Dean’s character is smart and eager to find out who he is. Marlon Brando’s character is stupid and doesn’t even know that he is looking for anything, existential or non-existential. That’s what the cop flat-out says to him at the end of The Wild One.

Well, that’s important. Because one dark, sad teenage Rebel hero character is compelling, and one is not. One is poignant because you get the idea that if somebody, some adult, would just invest time in him, he could be saved. He could live up to his potential. You realize that he’s rebelling because he wants to be accepted and figure out who he is. In fact, he doesn’t even see it as rebellion. He sees breaking curfew, getting drunk, participating in knife fights and chickie runs, as a trial-by-fire that will teach him what makes him a man. That’s why Buzz (his rival at school) says, when asked why they even bother to do the Chickie Run, “well, you gotta do something.” But the other dark Rebel hero character?

He doesn’t know why he’s rebelling. He knows he’s rebelling. And the beginning of the movie has two characters diagnosing his motives for us: Johnny and his biker gang act out and start trouble specifically so that they can offend people, start fights, and then get to “feel sore” about it. Which sounds to me (and I’m assuming audiences everywhere) like a simple cry for attention.

And that’s fine. That’s a consistent character trait; Johnny is genuinely attracted to the girl character, but only knows how to behave toward her if she acts like she’s too good for him: then he can beat her up and force himself on her and act offended that she turned her nose up at him. Once she is genuine and behaves like she likes him, then he doesn’t know what to do. Because he just identifies with having a chip on his shoulder, offended at the world, and has no clue who he is outside of that.

So yeah, that’s consistent. That is who Johnny is: it isn’t like his actions don’t make sense.

It’s just that they aren’t very compelling.

We don’t know why he has no identity outside of raging against the world. He makes one comment about how his dad used to beat him up. Other than that he’s a mystery. The audience has no reason to believe that he could be a good guy. They have no reason to even root for him, other than his good looks and the fact that the leading lady likes him.

Jim’s character tries to attack a cop. But as soon as that cop shows an interest in what is actually wrong with Jim, and offers to let him talk about it, Jim opens up. Jim does not want to be violent or a hoodlum. He wants to be honorable.

Therefore, when the adults in the film, like his parents, do not take responsibility for their own actions or their son’s, Jim is left to rebel.

The adults in The Wild One don’t take responsibility either—well, the one cop and bartender don’t, anyway. Mary’s father, the officer, is too softhearted and won’t make a definite stand against injustice because he’s afraid of losing his job. Mary’s uncle, the bartender, is happy to encourage hoodlums to stick around as long as they earn him money, but once they start causing trouble he’s the first to advocate for making the kids suffer for it.

The difference here is, the adults in The Wild One are not directly related to Johnny or the bikers. They have no stake in the game; no personal responsibility for the bikers’ actions; no culpability or direct association with the bikers. Therefore, everything that the bikers and rebels in Wild One do, every act of rebellion, feels that much more random.

Whereas, ironically, the rebels in Rebel Without a Cause do HAVE a cause: they have teen angst associated with not understanding who they are or how to do the right thing, and their parents aren’t helping them or standing up for them.

Let’s compare Judy with Mary. Judy, right off the bat, is a rebel because it will get her father’s attention. She is not running from him: he is running from her. She wants to get close to people, and all her rebelliousness comes from thinking nobody really wants her. That is why she and Jim’s love story is so compelling. But Mary? Mary is the opposite way. Mary wants to leave the small town where her father fakes being a good cop. She wants to run from her father and the town. Not because she isn’t loved…just because. She wants a change of scenery? She wants to get away from the fake-ness of the town? She’s compelled by Johnny’s danger and the feeling of being able to “forget it all” when she’s on his motorcycle.

Basically what I’m saying is, the point of Rebel Without a Cause is: Teenagers Rebel when they don’t have adults to offer them guidance, protection, and love—and that can lead to wasted potential at best and violence at worst.

And the point of The Wild One is: Young people Rebel when they’re stupid and don’t know how to do anything else—and that can lead to violence and misunderstanding!

You tell me which one sounds more compelling and USEFUL.

#I know nobody cares #but I do #i’m learning #compare and contrast #old hollywood #marlon brando #james dean #jimmy dean #my favorite actor #the wild one #motorcycle gangs #film analysis #screenwriting #50s film #classic films #hollywood #natalie wood #rebel without a cause

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Hello invisible youtube audience >:) Welcome to the first edition of me yapping to myself about the media i’ve consumed over the past week. I thought it’d be fun to do a little report every week about what i’ve watched and read and all that and just yap about what i’ve been doing. I’ve had a decent monday, knees and feet hurt like hell but i’m doing alright. we went to the pet store earlier to get crickets for my leopard gecko and they had kittens from the shelter there. and one of them was so friendly and came running at me when they opened the door aND HE WAS SO SWEET AND PLAYFUL AND WAS SUCH A PRETTY TAN-ISH GRAY COLOR HE WAS JUST LIKE MY CAT WHEN I FIRST GOT HIM BUT I COULDNT TAKE THIS ONE HOME AND I AM STILL DEVASTATED AUGH. But anyways-

I rewatched a lot of anime this week because my little sister wanted to watch them, including my all time favorite anime Kekkai Sensen. I could sit here and yap about how much i fucking love Kekkai Sensen but the amount of text i’ve already written is straining my eyes so it’ll try to keep it brief. I FUCKING LOVE THIS ANIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I found it scrolling through hulu when i was about 12 trying to find something to watch since my mom had only recently let me start watching anime, i thought it looked neat and was absolutely hooked by the first episode. It was so funny watching the same thing happen to my sister, up until that point she had only really watched kids and magical girl anime, she used to watch one punch man and death note when she was little, but she preferred magical girls like cardcaptor sakura. when we finished the last episode, the was silent for a second then she slowly turned to me and yelled “THAT WAS THE GREATEST FUCKING ANIME EVER”. That day she figured out why i had been so fuckin stupid about this anime for almost 6 years now. I fuckin love this anime. P.s. Klaus is my wife 🤭

My sister also DEMANDED i rewatch Scott Pilgrim Takes Off with her and oh my god i think i regret it. Now she wants to be EXACTLY like Ramona Flowers to the point where she finally wants to cut her hair after refusing to cut it for almost 12 years. Personally, I really enjoyed the anime a lot (if it wasn’t obvious 💀) though i wanna watch the movie soon. Also she won’t stop fucking sending me this stupid ass photo of Gideon Graves

Last thing i watched with my sister was Mob Psycho 100. I had started it by myself a while ago but told her we could watch it together, so we watched the first two episodes last night. I wasn’t really paying attention both times i’ve watched it, but i really like it so far, def a lotta jokes that caught me off and made me laugh. Not really much else to say, I love Mob though.

I’ve been watching My Deer Friend Nokotan since it started airing. I’m not someone that keeps tabs about what’s airing during what season and watches everything that’s currently airing, i usually just wait til it’s finished and then completely forget about it. if anything, this is this first anime i’ve watched that i’ve been watching as it’s released. It’s already half way through and my opinions so far: it’s goofy as hell. in a good way. the jokes are all so stupid but tbh i love it. some episodes aren’t as good as others, but i thought the last one (the 7th) was pretty good. idk why but the thought of Japan’s Next Top Deer Model made me laugh, kind upset i didn’t get to see Nokotan actually at the deer show 😔 also now whenever some goes wrong that one song that plays in every episode when something bad happens, that “shikaaa shikaaaaa shikaaaaaaaa” song, plays in my head. My only real gripe with the show so far is that the relationship Anko has with her sister Koshi is WEIRD AS FUCK. Like???? That’s one of the things i hate about anime and manga is why there is so much borderline incest in them??? eugh. On a more positive note, Nokotan is very silly and i love her. I bet Nara Deer Park in Japan has seen an increase in visitors lmao.

Second brand new anime i’ve started watching is Delico’s Nursery. I’m already an episode behind but oh well, i’ll probably watch that later. It’s pretty promising so far, the art style is very pretty and the opening goes hard. I know nothing about the stage play it’s supposed to be a prequel(? i think?) to, but if i’m being completely honest the pretty vampire men already have me ensnared lmao. Idk how to describe it, but you know that trope where the older, more serious guy comes across a traumatized kid and he essentially adopts them and is all like soft only towards them? There’s probably a better way to describe that trope but i am a sucker for it. This anime looks to be pretty much that trope except they are their biological children instead. Although one small issue i have is I think (i’m not 100% sure i didn’t quite grasp the plot yet) they are looking for this “true of vamp” guy but they shorten it to TRUMP and i cannot take it seriously every time they say something like “we gotta find Trump!” 😭 A BIG issue i take, however, is that the children are ALWAYS SCREAMING, LIKE MAKE THEM STOP. I hope to god the screaming and crying chills the fuck out in the next episodes but other than that it’s still wayyy to early in the series to cast any kind of serious judgement but i really like it so far just from the first episode.

I’m not really sure what I’m gonna watch next but I’ve got a few anime I’ve started that I should probably finish, like Cowboy Bebop, Trigun, and Serial Experiments Lain. Tbh I’m having a hard time finishing Serial Experiments Lain. Like, I do like it, I find it very aesthetically interesting, but story wise I don’t get it. I know you’re not supposed to get it, but I feel like there’s things that I am supposed to get that I don’t. Imo I feel like there’s too much going on but also not much at all. I can’t keep up with the amount of ideas being introduced at once that are discussed for a few minutes and then they don’t come back up until 2 episodes later, and by then I don’t remember what it is. Despite that, it’s also very slow, my little peanut adhd brain is struggling. I could be watching the episodes far too spaced out from each other since im kinda wanting to not watch it anymore, idk I might restart it and try binging it so I won’t forget as much. I really wanna like it, cuz Lain is literally me, I love her sm.

Also the reason why I still haven’t finished cowboy bebop and trigun is cuz my sister won’t let me watch them without her and she’s gone every other weekend at our dad’s house, which is usually when I wanna watch them 😔

I’ll probably wind up watching Ponyo soon. I’ve been meaning to watch the whimsical fish movie. that is all.

I think the next series I’ll watch is FLCL since it’s short. There’s nothing else coming out soon (except one i’ll mention later lmao) that interests me so it’s back to watching the backlog of 90’s/2000’s anime .

Spoilers for Goodnight Punpun (and by extension Blood On The Tracks) -

Ok, so i have started reading goodnight punpun a little over a week ago and oh my god. I’m currently half way through volume 4 and i really like it so far, but holy shit why can’t this family have a funky good time. you literally cannot have a character you like just even a little bit because then they go out and set a pet shelter on fire or something. I’m honestly so glad Punpun’s mom died but the poor boy is NOT gonna make it out there by himself 😭 and i’m conflicted about his dad because like? i dunno if he really is just an abusive piece of shit, or if he was just trying to protect his son from his batshit insane wife. ok it’s definitely both, but still, he probably genuinely cares about Punpun more, but it’s still such a conflicting situation because he seems really mentally absent. and i’d wish his uncle would just get hit by a train already, I wanted to like him but holy shit dude, whatever therapist you’re seeing they’re not doing a good enough job. i know what i’m about to say is gonna offend a bunch of people, but i’m sorry, Aiko is shady as fuck. Since i’m only half way through she might get better, but she seems like she’ll only continue to make life worse for Punpun, and he’d probably make hers worse too. I do have more sympathy for her though, don’t get me wrong, since she grew up in a cult and clearly has trauma, I don’t hate her, but Aiko and Punpun are only gonna fuck each other up. I do really like how Punpun changes appearance depending on how he views himself, though i have yet to figure out how to translates into a floating triangle. So far i’m enjoying the story, as fucked up as it is, it’s a pretty grim yet realistic look at how abuse, neglect, and trauma affects a kid’s development and the mindset they have as they grow up. a lot of the plot points remind me of Blood On The Tracks, another coming of age manga about a boy who grew up with a possessive, manipulative, and mentally + emotionally abusive mother. The way Punpun and Seiichi from Blood On The Tracks grow up with the effects of their trauma are very similar, as well as how every character is a horrible person, but they are also very nuanced. Anyways I’ll probably have this finished by next monday and i will provide my thoughts then too 👍

Ok, so i came across this manhua just completely randomly and looked it up because the art on the cover looked nice and holy shit I am so glad i did. I was not expecting the absolutely GORGEOUS art in it. It is easily the prettiest eastern comic i’ve ever seen, the colors are beautiful and looks incredible with the painterly artsyle. The story its self is pretty simplistic in my opinion. The whole story is only a little over 100 pages long and was a pretty quick read. Spoilers from this point on if you want to read it: It’s about Orange, a teenage girl who is suicidal and is about to jump off the roof of a building til she notices this drunk older man, Dashu, hanging out on the roof and then decides not to jump off that day. The story then goes over Orange’s life, her sneaking out of the house, getting boyfriends who wind up being pieces of shit, getting into trouble, and running into Dashu again. She ends up falling in love with Dashu, but she also has complex thoughts with her feelings about him. On one hand she is in love and is fascinated with him, and on the other she’s disgusted by him. Imma leave the summary off here because if you wanna read this it’ll just ruin the ending. The story itself can be pretty upsetting since it deals with suicide, isolation, and a minor in love with an adult, but i think it does a pretty alright job telling it with the limited time it has. I would recommend it if you like stories that explore the grittier aspects of being an older teenager and the topic of feeling isolated from society and because the art is gorgeous.

Im gonna take a lil break from Goodnight Punpun (since i usually only read one manga at a time) to read Dandadan. The anime is coming out in October and i’m thinking about watching it so i’m gonna read the manga first. It sounds really neat, with it being about aliens, yokai, and cryptid-like creatures (and i’m a sucker for cryptids). That’s pretty much all, I’ll talk about it more next monday. Also, I wanna know what this panel is about 💀

ough, i haven’t played any games lately 💔 AND I MISSED THE SPLATFEST AGAIN. I have no joke, literally missed every single splatfest since splatoon 3 came out. I AM NOT MISSING THE VERY LAST ONE NUH UH

Here’s the section where i recommend a random anime and manga from my list 👍

Ever thought, “Cowboy Bebop is good but i really wish they were girls instead”? Probably not, but if you like pulp crime and western style action, I recommend Gunsmith Cats. It’s only 3 episodes long and can be easily watched in a day. It’s about two girls, Rally and May, who run an illegal gun shop and get blackmailed by an ATF agent to solve a gun running case for them. There’s plenty of high action scenes of gunfights, car chases, and explosions, and i found Rally and May to be very likable characters in my opinion. The only small issue is there is a bit of fan service if you don’t like that, but I don’t remember it being very obstructive like some other shows with fan service, a lot of it is subtle. Overall it was a very fun watch for me and i def recommend it if you like stuff like Cowboy Bebop or 90’s western style action.

Blood On The Tracks is a very good psychological manga, and i would recommend it to anybody who also likes Goodnight Punpun, but similar to Goodnight Punpun, you should read it in a good headspace. I’m fortunate enough to not have an abusive mother but it still really messed with me with how realistic the portrayal of mental and emotional abuse was. I already gave a brief explanation of what it’s about when I was talking about Goodnight Punpun, but i feel like explaining far too much will take away from the impact of where the manga ends up. Massive trigger warnings for death, mental, emotional, and physical abuse, gaslighting and manipulation, murder and attempted murder, sex scenes (i think), and so much childhood trauma if you decide to read it.

And that was the first Media Yapfest, see you next monday >:3

#Media Yapfest #long post

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asphodelical · 8 months

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The Great Anime Rewatch of 2024 - Part V

Casshern Sins

First watched: January 2014 Rewatched: January 2024

Original rating: 6 New rating: 4

Prior to this rewatch, I wouldn’t have been able to tell you anything about Casshern Sins. It might’ve been better if it had stayed that way. While watching the first episode, I couldn’t stop complaining how bad the writing was. It feels like the creative team was banking on the show’s style and atmosphere to compensate for its weak dialogue, and I’m not falling for it. The thing I will fall for is the music. It’s really good. But if I want a post-apocalyptic story about robots having existential crises, I’ll stick with Nier: Automata, thank you very much. I lasted five episodes.

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Claymore

First watched: December 2011 Rewatched: February 2024

Original rating: 7 New rating: 5

The writing is basic and everything is mid. If one of your deuteragonists is an audience avatar with no personality, that’s not good. Then on episode five we completely switched POVs out of nowhere, and we barely know anything about our original duo. It feels like the author was stalling for time while they figure out what do to with Claire and Raki. I lasted five episodes.

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Boku no Hero Academia 1, 2, & 3

First watched: 2016, 2017, 2018 - all original airdates Rewatched: February 2024

Original ratings: 7, 8, 8 New ratings: 7, 7, 4

I remember enjoying BnHA, but I never got swept up by the hype. I’m not really into superhero stuff to begin with, and the sub-genre is so oversaturated, the stories almost feel like parodies of itself. Anyway, let’s try this again, and not on a weekly basis. (I refuse to rewatch season four since I didn’t like it much.)

Season 1 - I find it extremely hard to believe that every single student made it out of that big villain ambush with light injuries. At least one kid should’ve been killed or, at the very least, extremely traumatized. But what I appreciate most is that the characters are smart and actually use their powers creatively and intelligently. I still don’t understand why Mineta exists, though. No one likes him. He should’ve died.

Season 2 - BnHA’s strengths and weaknesses are in full swing now. Its highs consist of the sports festival/tournament arc, Bakugo and Deku vs. All Might, and the conversation between Deku and Shigaraki. As for the weaknesses? Well, the neglect of the female characters was thriving. I really don’t like Creati (she can create anything except a decent outfit), but I pitied her—getting roped into a hero internship and do nothing but beauty ads? What the actual fuck? After the Stain stuff, my interest was diminishing and I was skipping bits of almost every episode. Bakugo is my favorite character, and fuck that dog police chief.

Season 3 - Now I’m actively skipping episodes. It’s starting to get redundant at this point (more exams???), the cast is so large it’s collapsing on itself, and there’s no sense of loss. Why should I care about any fight when everyone gets to walk away alive, completely intact, and fine in every sense of the word? This was less evident when I watched these seasons as they aired weekly with lengthy breaks in between. The pacing problem is also exacerbated now, with the stupid forest training bit taking up the first seven episodes, when it probably could’ve been three or four. (I skipped most of them, hence the ‘probably.’) Meanwhile, the villains don’t actually accomplish anything. There’s no reason for me to take them seriously. And the heroes aren’t developing—their powers aren’t escalating or changing, and neither are they as people. The only character who gave me what I want is Bakugo in his fight with Deku.

BnHA is weird, because in this world where nearly everyone has a power, I think it went down one of the most uninteresting directions possible. The cast is far too large, and can’t juggle them all, despite its earnest effort to do so. And while suspension of disbelief is always required in things like superhero stories, I feel like there’s not enough loss. That’s partially due to the nature of the demographic, but stories like these shouldn’t be so terrified of whittling down/killing off its bloated cast. What if some of the UA students felt traumatized from fighting with real villains, or decide that they want to change career paths? Or a former hero student who turned to villainy? It’s a shame that those things aren’t explored.

I still had a pretty good time with the first two seasons, but found myself emotionally apathetic to most of the cast.

The only ones I actively care about: Bakugo, Deku, and Shigaraki.

The characters I enjoy but am not particularly invested in: Froppy, Tokoyami, Todoroki, Ochako.

Bypassing season four, will I give season five a chance? Not sure, since season three was painful to rewatch. From overall fan opinion, the story and writing seem to get worse, and I spoiled myself with Bakugo and am very disappointed to see sacrifices gone to waste and being brought back from the fucking dead.

#anime

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melumieretwin · 10 months

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So Killers of the Flower Moon…

Saw this in VIP cinema, huge seats and all didn’t want to suffer for 3 hours in regular cinema and wanted to be super focused.

I honestly don’t understand why is this considered a good movie. The ONLY thing that was good was Lily Gladstone. Her acting was surperior to Dicaprio in many scenes they shared. As for the character of Ernest, I must ask… wasn’t him making dumb decisions enough to let the audience know he is stupid? Like we needed Dicaprio to hold his jaw slightly forward to remind us he is idiot at all times?

Aren’t indeginous people angry at how they were portrayed? As drunks who weren’t smart enough to figure out they were being preyed upon? Or capable of self defence maybe even revenge? I’m not american or british (english obvs) but if my people were depicted like this I’d be so angry.

Why is the highest form of cinema considered this fucking dickfest of two white dudes who talk for 3 hours and the third dude directing them just likes to hear them talk and talk…

It’s no wonder Martin Scorsese had to shit talk superhero movies, but let me tell you that they sure made me feel better than this 3 hours of my life im never getting back..

It’s also funny how silly little movie like The Voleuses (by Melanie Laurent) filled me with so much positive energy. I bet the whole movie was half money that Dicaprio got for this role..

In conclusion I probably don’t understand art but Im sure as hell never watching anything like this again just because you all said it’s a master piece by master director… im good

#killers of the flower moon #martin scorsese #lily gladstone #leonardo dicaprio #voleuses #personal #cinema

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historicallyinaccuratejomarch · 2 years

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Best MCU scene was when star lord’s evil dad took valuable time to verbally explain to star lord the narrative of brandy youre a fine girl instead of literally everyone involved just letting it be a motif for people who want to dig deeper to explore

#Mcu #guardians of the galaxy vol 2 #the void’s a nerd #Audiences aren’t stupid!! Let them figure it out!!#‘You and me we’re like the sailor’ yeah. I got that #Like they’ve committed to the oldie music gimmick so just let it have significance!#Imagine if that had happened at the funeral scene #‘blue guy and i…we were like the father and the son in this song father and son’#Sorry i forgot blue guy’s name #You know the one though #Whistley etc #Edit his name’s yondu

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writing cheats

i know i’ve probably written about these all individually but i’m putting them together in one post. these are writing tricks that are extremely cheap and dirty; when you use them it feels like cheating and honestly by posting them i’m probably exposing all the easy moves in my own work, but more than a writer i am a teacher, so here you go, some writing cheats that have never steered me wrong.

quick character creation

what’s really annoying is when you have two characters sitting at a restaurant or something and the server has to come by. to what degree do you describe the server so that it’s clear they’re just a background character but that they’re not just a faceless form, so that the world has texture without taking up too much space on the page? rule of three, babeyyy: two normal things and a weird one.

she had pale skin and blue eyes but her hair was dyed black like a 2010 emo kid.

he was tall and broad, and he wore a sweatshirt with an embroidered teddy bear on it.

the woman stood there comparing the prices of toilet paper. she had a short angled bob and carried a keychain the length of a trout.

why does it work? it gives the reader something to hang onto, a brief observation that shows the world exists around your narrator. it also works when introducing main characters, but there’s so much action going on that you can’t take time to write a rich long paragraph about them. all you need is a little hook.

quick setting creation

i used to TOIL over descriptive paragraphs. for years i was like, description is my weakness, i must become better at developing imagery. i believed this because a famous writer once projected a paragraph i had written onto a screen and asked my cohort, “count how many images are crafted in this paragraph.” there were none. none! my friends were sitting there like, “we are TRYING” but they couldn’t find any.

i would say that after years of studying imagery development at the sentence level, i am, perhaps, competent at it, but what was more helpful was for me to shrug and tell myself, “i’m just not a writer who does that.”

anyway. my cheat is thus:

there’s not much you can assume about your audience. the audience is not a homogenous whole. but your ideal audience is something you can guess at, and that means you can play around with their existing knowledge and expectations.

if you say your characters are in a tacky shit-on-the-walls restaurant, if your ideal reader is an american who went to restaurants during the maximalist era of franchise design, they will conjure their nearest memory of one of those places. and for those readers who aren’t familiar with it, they’ll use other context clues to conjure that space. the point is, you don’t have to list every single stupid license plate nailed to the wall. you can leave it as one detail of one sentence and let your reader extrapolate from there.

if i say the dentist’s office looked like a gutted 90s taco bell, maybe no ideal audience would have ever seen a place like that, but a lot of people can mentally conjure a dentist’s office and a 90s taco bell and overlay them together to create a weird and fun image.

you can go even simpler than that: a bathroom the size of an airplane lavatory. a tiny studio apartment with a hotplate instead of a stove. a mansion with a winding stairwell. the point is that you want to define the size of the space and its general vibes.

in some ways detailed description can be overrated, because your reader conjures images even in absence of them on the page. and for those readers who can’t mentally conjure images, it doesn’t matter anyway; they take you at your word. the trick is to figure out what details are unexpected, relevant to understanding the story and its characters, and those are the things that you add in.

one other note: after working with hundreds of writers on drafting, for *most* of us it’s difficult to develop images and establish setting in a first draft. it’s nearly always something to be saved for a second or later draft. i think it’s because while we’re writing we tend to put character and action first.

nail the landing

there’s a joke i heard once from a writer i really admire: “you know it’s literary fiction if the story ends with a character looking at a body of water.”

and god it’s so painfully sad and true how easy it is to nail the landing of a given story by ending on a totally irrelevant piece of imagery. the final beat of a story followed by your character looking up at the sky and seeing a flock of birds in the shape of a V flying past. or maybe they’re sitting in their car and they count the rings of a nearby church bell. or maybe they watch an elderly couple walk down the sidewalk hand-in-hand. i don’t know!! when in doubt shove an observation, an image, whatever, something neutral at the end and it’ll sound profound.

(this cheat is the only one that can really bite you in the ass because if the image is too irrelevant you risk tonal incongruity. for use only in the most desperate of times.)

sentence fragments

when writers ask me how to punch up their writing or start developing their own style, my go-to advice is to give up the idea of a complete sentence. fuck noun-verb-object. if you have a series of character actions, knock off the sentence subjects like in script action. if the clause at the end of your sentence is particularly meaningful, don’t separate it with a comma but a period and make it its own thing. if your character is going through something particularly stressful or heinous, that bitch is not thinking in complete thoughts so you don’t have to convey them that way. make punctuation bend to your will!!

rhetorical moves

this one opened a lot of doors for me stylistically. remember that famous writer who called me out on my lack of imagery? i always thought his prose was beautiful, that he’s one of the best living prose writers, etc. once i learned more about rhetoric though, i realized he just employed it a lot.

usually when we talk about beautiful sentences it means a sentence that uses rhetorical devices. the greeks were like, you know what, when we give speeches there are certain ways to phrase things that make the audience go nuts. let’s identify what those things are and give them names so we can use them intentionally and convince people of our opinions.

i love shakespeare, i really do, but one of the big reasons he’s still a household name today and his plays are still performed is because every sentence of every goddamn play utilizes a rhetorical device. the audience is hard-wired to vibrate at the sound and cadence of his writing, like finding the spot on a dog that makes their foot thump. for five hundred years, william shakespeare has been scritching that spot for us.

i have no idea why, cognitively, rhetorical devices are so effective. i’m no rhetorician. all i know is that well-deployed anaphora makes a reader want to throw their panties on stage. my intro to rhetorical devices was the wonderful book the elements of eloquence by mark forsyth, a surprisingly fun read! hopefully that will open some doors for you the way it did for me.

the downside to this is that once you know rhetorical devices, it’s like learning how the sausage is made. on one hand, as a writer, you’ll have a lot stronger grasp of style, but as a reader good prose loses some of its magic.

pacing it out

many writers, myself included, rely on the tried and true “he bit the inside of his cheek” or other some such random action to help pace out dialogue. one time my thesis advisor sat me down and said “you’ve got to take all of those out.”

“all of them?” i said.

“all of them,” she said.

i thought, but that will weaken the text! it didn’t. once i cut what i came to call cheek-biter sentences i never went back. and now when i edit for other people i’m like, look i know where you’re coming from but just cut all these out and see how the scene stands. if it doesn’t feel right you can put some back in. a lot of times when you’re drafting you put those in the way some people say “um.” they��re just sentences you jot while you’re thinking of what the other character says, so from a writing perspective it seems like you’re pacing, but readers don’t read it that way. they just want to get to the next line of dialogue.

but sometimes you really do need to pace out a scene and i think there are other ways to do that that don’t rely on banal physical movements, such as:

interiority: a sentence or paragraph of relevant cognition, bonus points if you weave in background context. good interiority defines the voice of your writing.

observations: i know i just said description is overrated but idk sometimes you just need a character to note the back and forth clacking of one of those desk ball toy things.

character texture: maybe your character notes something about the person they’re talking to. a wilted pocket square. a mole that looks like it needs looked at by a dermatologist. a scar on their forehead. some detail that deepens or complicates our understanding of a character.

narratorial consciousness and access

this one is less a cheat and more a problematic opinion i have that doesn’t win me any popularity in writing circles.

i believe that if you’re writing in first person or close third or any narration which is dedicated to the mind of one character, you are only ever obligated to convey the experience of that character’s consciousness. and nothing else.

by that i mean, if your point of view character is unobservant? then they’re not going to even notice the flight attendant is missing one of their canine teeth. if your pov character is focused and obsessive, they’re going to think lavish, detailed paragraphs about that which they’re obsessed with and have no acknowledgement of the rest of the world. if your pov character has no understanding of time, does your story even need to be linear?

defining the scope of a narrator’s cognition early on can give you parameters in which to work. even if you don’t consciously do this, you still do it. if you write in third person limited present tense without really thinking about it, that’s your scope. i’m just pointing out you can choose to do it differently. you get to define your narrator.

whenever we talk about narration we also talk about information access and the order of information being revealed/conveyed. writing must always be in order; even if you’re writing multiple concurring things, it still has to be rendered on the page in order one after the next, because the human mind can’t read two sentences over top of one another.

if we’re restricted to the mind of a character, that means we’re also restricted by their knowledge and experiences, and this can be used to your benefit. i don’t want to take too much space for this but i do talk more about the relationship between narration and reality here.

in short, you the writer get to choose

what the reader knows,

in what order they know it, and

its relationship to the presumed real events of the story, which develops the (un)reliability of your narrator

okay going to cut this off now before i go on more rants about narrative scope. i hope you found this helpful and go on to put some of these nasty lifehacks in your own writing!!

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yoongifis · 2 years

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💌 | myg drabble 07

where yoongi tries to make up for his mess-up.

; pairing: idol!yoongi x female!reader

; genre: smut, some angst, fluff

; warnings: usage of mature words, fingering, female receiving, established relationship

; rating: mature audience!!

a/n: here’s some bf yoongi content :] thought he was cute hereeee enjooooyyy ~ ♡

He’s such an idiot.

Both of you two knew that he is, in fact, an idiot.

Don’t get it wrong, Yoongi is a musical genius—a hard-working, a talented-ass producer, writer, rapper, and sometimes singer. He released hit after hit, wrote raps with the craziest flows, and also had either heart-feeling or bad-ass lyrics to them.

But in this case, we aren’t necessarily talking about him being an idiot in that department.

He had his little moment in his studio, in which he has been in for long hours, where he glanced over at the time that displayed at the bottom corner of his screen. Of course, it was a bit late—about 1 am. It didn't bother him that he was still up at this hour. However, what had him have to take a double-take was the date.

The damn date…

…How the hell did he make this stupid mistake? Forgetting the day you have been patiently waiting for and been constantly reminding him—the little date you had planned out for the day right after he finished with recording stuff with the members?

Fuck—he’s such an idiot.

It didn’t take long for Yoongi to save his files, grab the main necessities—his phone, keys, and his wallet—, and rush out his studio and out the HYBE building.

—

He places a hand on the handle of the door, gently pushing onto it to open it. He makes sure the door swings open slowly, only opening it wide enough for him to swiftly slide through. The living room was completely dark—in fact, it appeared the whole apartment was dark.

“Baby?” He calls out, quietly closing the door from behind. Yoongi manages to find the cord to the tall lamp in the living room, wanting to have some source of light in the room. Without a thought, he first makes his way towards your shared bedroom, figuring that you’d be fast asleep. However, the bed was still nicely made and you were nowhere in sight when he creeped into the room. He scratches the back of his neck, thinking hard where you could be at. Yoongi drags his house slippers across the cold hardwood floor, going back out to the living room.

He stands there in silence, scanning the room until an unfamiliar object or ‘thing’ spread on the couch catches his eye. He internally has his little ‘ah-ha’ moment, immediately registering that it was you underneath the thick blanket. Yoongi walks over to you, being very light with his steps.

“Babyy,” he mutters, hand grazing over a curve on the blanket, which he knew that had to be your shoulder. You’re quick to react, moving your shoulder away from his touch.

“Don’t want to talk to you.”

Yoongi can’t help but frown at your reaction despite him knowing that you were probably going to be this way. I mean come on—who wouldn’t?

He crouches down so that he can hopefully look at you at the same eye level when you remove the blanket.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he reaches over to the same spot, gently caressing the outline of your shoulder down to the side of your arm and back.

“I completely forgot about today. I was too caught up with work and it just slipped out of my mind,” he’s tugging the blanket from your hold to try and remove it, “could you please look at me?”

You let him remove the blanket from the upper part of your body, only for him to be face-to-face with the back of your head. You’re all curled up so close to the back cushions of the couch, still not saying anything after what the boy had to say.

“Please, baby? I’d like to see your pretty face when I talk to you,” he mutters softly, bringing his head closer to yours to place a gentle kiss on your head.

You didn’t say anything but shook your head no.

“I know I screwed up and I’m really sorry. I’ll skip everything I have to do tomorrow and we can do what you wanted to do today. I’ll have a couple things planned too.”

There’s a couple seconds of silence before you grab the upper part of the blanket that was laid over your waist, bringing it over your head again. He removes his hand from your shoulder, allowing you to roll around inside the blanket. You scoot back a bit, making sure your back was against the cushions you were facing earlier. When you stop moving, he takes that as a signal for him to remove the blanket from covering just your head. There he’s met with your face—the only face he wants to ever wake up to, has all the moles and little freckles all memorized, and would never get tired of looking at. However this time you looked a little more different. It wasn’t a bad type of different, but more of a ‘painful to see’ different.

“Baby…,” he mutters, taking his hand to cup your jaw, a thumb brushing against the dampness of your cheek.

The first thing he noticed was your wet eyes—all the tears that were threatening to spill. You looked at him with your glistening eyes, eyebrows furrowed, slightly red nose scrunched, and pouty, plump lips.

God he hated himself for making you cry.

“I’m so sorry baby…Fuck, I’m such an asshole.”

“Yes, you are,” you quietly mumble, sniffling.

He sighs to himself, still running the rough pad of his thumb against your cheek.

“I hate seeing you cry because it makes me sad, but this time it’s me who made you cry which makes it even worse. God, I’m so sorry baby.”

“It hurts a lot knowing that you kind of stood me up for our date,” your eyes shift from his to somewhere else but him, avoiding his gaze. “I get that you’re busy and that work sometimes has to come first, but try to at least tell me that you’ll be coming late or you won’t be coming at all so that I don’t have to keep waiting for you.”

“I know—I should’ve taken a breather and called you before I headed straight to my studio. I’m not taking any more chances in making you cry like this again, so I’ll make sure that I constantly remind myself of the times and dates of all the dates we have planned that might happen before or after work. I’ll write a bunch of sticky notes and put them everywhere I’m usually at and write it down in my reminders app on my phone. I’ll even try to use my studio here rather than at the building, since you can get to me faster if you need me or anything.”

You look back up at him, realizing that his eyes never left you.

“How about we go to bed and get some rest for tomorrow, yeah?” He hums, removing his hand from your cheek and placing it on the dip of your waist.

You huff, annoyed with how stupidly cute he is with the way he was trying to make things up for what happened today and how you’ll easily just fall right back into his arms.

“I wanna sleep by myself tonight, so you can go take the bed.”

He scoffs at your words. “How am I supposed to sleep if you aren’t next to me?!”

You roll again to your other side, facing the cushions again.

“I dunno. Think about me I guess. G’night, Yoongi.”

He’s baffled with the way things just escalated to this.

“Why would I need to think of you being next to me when I’ve got the real thing here.” Yoongi is lifting up the blanket, inviting himself underneath.

“Yoongi—! There’s no room!”

He’s already laying on the couch, spooning you from behind as your bodies are against each other. He’s wrapping an arm around your waist and tangling his legs with yours to be more comfortable.

“Yes there is,” he’s bringing his face to the side of your neck, nuzzling it in the crook, “you smell good.”

“No funny business,” you mumble, sighing in defeat.

It was kind of too late for you to say that because he was already slipping his hands underneath your shirt and placing a line of kisses down your neck and to the top of your shoulders.

“Can’t I do something to make up today for you?” He hums against the exposed skin on the back of your neck.

It didn’t take you long to understand what he was implying. His hand that was laid on top of your tummy, gently drawing circles and other shapes you couldn’t decipher with his fingers has made its way down to the thin band of your panties.

Yep, you were definitely in trouble by just wearing a (his) oversized t-shirt and panties.

“Please, baby?” His fingertips tickle against your skin as he’s dragging his hand to follow the path of the elastic band.

You huff again, trying to act annoyed but he already knew you’d like this.

“30 minutes.”

He chuckles lowly, one of those throaty ones.

“I’ll take it, but I know you can last longer than that.”

You’re pushing his roaming hand away from your body.

“So annoying,” you mumble, a little more annoyed with his teasing words.

You knew he was right—all that stupid teasing he usually does before he gets going is always right. He loves asking you questions he knows the answer to. It makes you squirm around all flustered and whatnot—it's a pretty sight for him to see. It catches you off guard when you don’t feel him pressed up against you. You eventually find yourself rolled onto your back after a firm pull backwards by your shoulder. There you see Yoongi swiftly swinging a leg over you, his knees on the outside of either of your legs and his hands right next to your head, caging you.

“Now, are we going to be a good girl today?” He hums, face really close to yours. “I really wanted to give you whatever you wanted to make up for today.”

The two of you stare at each other for a couple seconds before you answer, the close proximity making you a little nervous. You roll your eyes at him, nodding your head against his. He’s chuckling, a big smile on his face.

“‘Atta girl.” He’s quick to steal a kiss from you, a slow smile growing on his face when he pulls back to look at you again. You scoff at him with a small smile on your face.

Cheeky bastard.

His face immediately goes to the crook of your neck, burying himself there. You extend your neck by moving your head to the side, giving him some more space. He’s scattering the side of your neck with light kisses, stopping at that one sensitive spot on the front of your neck. The boy swipes his tongue on that spot, drawing circles before placing his lips on it. He sucks on it harshly, nibbling at it a little afterwards.

“Th-thirty minutes!” You squeak, trying to suppress any other noises that you want to let out when he’s back to messily sucking the spot again.

Yoongi’s chuckling into your skin, vibrations tickling you. He pulls away to look at the dark purple spot he marked on you, kissing it before he’s removing himself from being above you. You find him getting up and taking a seat right in front of the couch, facing you.

“Thirty minutes is all I need, baby. And I guess it’s all you get, hm?” He’s teasing you, a smug smirk appearing on his face. He glances over at the clock on the wall, taking a mental note of the time.

“Sit up for me, sweetheart. I can’t waste anymore time.” He’s tugging the blanket off you, exposing your bare legs. The boy then gets a hold of your leg, impatiently pulling it to the edge of the couch.

“Hold on, hold on!” You mumble, sitting yourself up and trying to wiggle his hold from your leg by shaking it off.

“And stop being bossy,” you huffed. You turn your body around so that you’re sitting properly on the couch, legs pressed together as you stare down at Yoongi who sat criss-crossed on the floor right in front of you.

“How can I when I know you usually like it when I’m bossy?” Taking a large, rough hand of his, he places it on the side of one of your thighs to caress it.

“Open your legs, baby. Time’s ticking.”

You do as he says, slowly spreading your legs apart. He takes his other free hand and lifts the oversized t-shirt, pushing it up so that it sits on your tummy. The lower part of your body now exposed to him, panties full on display. Yoongi leans over, taking his hand to spread your legs a little more further apart. He presses his lips against the inside of your thigh, giving you a teasing kiss.

“You’re all wet baby, I can see the little patch on your panties,” he chuckles, “too excited for me?”

He doesn’t wait for your answer. Yoongi’s mouth immediately goes for your dampened, clothed folds, messily kissing it to make it even more wet. He takes his tongue and glides it in between your folds, teasing you.

“Y-yoongi—!” You mewl, but immediately cover your mouth to stop any noises from coming out. You’re leaning back against the couch, slouching.

“Ah, ah, ah—,” he removes himself from you, grabbing a hold of both of your hands and removing it from your face. He places them both back on your side.

“If 30 minutes is all I get, I want to hear everything.” He pulls on your panties, sliding them off your legs with some of your help. After throwing your panties somewhere in the room, he’s grabbing your legs and moving them further apart, bending your knees even more so that your legs are pressed up against your chest.. The boy was face to face with your dripping pussy, clenching around nothing. God, it was embarrassing to you despite having done this a bunch of times.

“So pretty,” he mumbles, licking his lips, eyes hungry for you. He’s taking his thumbs, spreading your lips open to watch your glistening hole.

“P-please,” you whimper.

He presses a quick kiss to your inner thigh before licking a wet stride along your folds, from your tight hole and up to your sensitive bead. He stops there, wrapping his lips around it to suck on it harshly, tongue sloppily circling it. He’s making the most obscene noises—slurping and lips smacking. Soon he’s giving you quick kitten licks, flicking his tongue against your bead.

“A-ah!” You whine, moving your hips upwards, wanting him to press his tongue harder against you.

Yoongi quickly removes his mouth from your swollen bead, a string of saliva connecting from it to his lips. He’s hooking an arm underneath your thigh, taking his hand and pressing it down on your hip to keep you from lifting yourself. With no warning, he goes straight to your gaping hole, sticking his tongue right in. He hums, vibrations causing you to let out a groan.

“F-fuck—fingers—please!” You choke out, and he immediately listens. He’s removing himself from your dripping pussy, sitting back up to get a good look at you while he licks your essence off his lips.

He runs two fingers down your folds, scooping up your arousal. Glancing over at the clock for a split second, he slides the two fingers into your pussy, realizing his time was running out.

“God, look at you—so wet. My fingers just slid right in.”

He’s already picking up the pace, curling his fingers up to hit a squishy spot that’s got you rolling your eyes back. You’re loud—way too loud that it was too embarrassing. However, he loved it all. All your desperate moans, cute whimpers, and pleading cries were all motivation for him to keep going. He’s watching you with dark eyes, plunging his fingers into the same spot repeatedly.

“Please, Yoongi—!”

One thing that you seem to always do whenever things get down to these situations is that the majority of the time you just beg for him. You don’t know what for, but it appears to be your favorite thing to do when you’re in bed with him. And he surely enjoys hearing it.

“What is it, baby? Use your words.” He hums, uncurling his long fingers and adjusting the angle of them so that he’s ramming them deeper into your pussy. He didn't let you say what you wanted to say; he couldn’t wait for you to spit out your jumbled words. Instead, he brings himself back to your clit, wrapping his lips around it to suck on it harshly, brushing his tongue over it during the process. You squeal at his actions, a hand moving toward his head to push away, which he does with a chuckle.

With his other free hand, he’s taking another two fingers and pressing it firmly against your abused bead. He’s rubbing his fingers side to side, while picking up the pace of his other fingers thrusting into you. You can feel your mind going blank, the knot in your stomach getting tighter. Yoongi watches your face twist and turn, and your pussy clenching onto him tighter. You’re curling your toes, hips slightly moving—god, his long fingers were hitting you too good.

“Yoongi! Yoongi! Fuck—!”

He’s smiling, already aware that you were close.

“Gonna cum?”

You’re squirming around, hips bucking up by themselves. The knot inside you was about to undone.

“F-fuck—yes! Yoongi, please—!”

He’s thrusting his fingers even faster and rubbing your clit with more aggression, as if that was even possible. You’re moaning, mumbling words that don’t make sense. You’re clenching even tighter, moans becoming higher pitched. You feel your legs shaking, it was getting harder for you to keep going. You knew you were so close to reaching that high point, the moment of release.

“Cumming! I’m—!”

Yoongi quickly stops his movements, removing both hands from your pussy.

“Yoongiiii~,” you whine, breathless. The knot formed in your tummy was gone. Your clit, however, was still throbbing, and you continued to clench around nothing.

A smug smirk is on his face when you look at him. He’s bringing up the fingers that were inside you and takes them into his mouth, sucking off the arousal you left on there. You swallow your own saliva, watching him.

“30 minutes are up, baby.”

You huff with a pout on your face, scooting yourself up to sit properly and closing your legs together to stop being completely exposed to the boy.

“Don’t be mad, baby,” he chuckles, “I’m just following orders.”

You hit him on the shoulder with one of your feet, pushing him slightly backwards.

“You already knew what I meant earlier,” you whined.

He’s scoffing with a smile on his face, enjoying the way you were. He’s standing up, eyes still locked on yours as you look up at him. You tilt your head to the side in confusion, pressing your thighs together while pulling the bottom of your shirt even lower in an attempt to somewhat cover a part of your bare thighs. You were feeling a bit shy from the way he was just staring at you.

Yoongi couldn’t help but admire the way you looked—even if you were pissed at him for denying your orgasm. He’s lucky. He always thinks about how he was able to score the most beautiful and amazing girl in the world. He shouldn’t be making stupid mistakes like he did today, or else you could just slip away in his hands—something he absolutely does not want to ever happen.

“Whaaat?” You whine again, weirded out by him, “what are you up to?!”

All Yoongi does is chuckle before he’s squatting down, arms wrapping around the back of your knees. He’s pulling you to the edge of the couch, now closer to him. He’s picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder, earning another squeal in surprise from you.

“Yoongi!” You’re trying to pull your shirt down again, while he’s already starting to walk away from his couch and onto his final destination.

“I’ll make up everything for you for real this time, alright, baby?”

“You’ll just tease me again, you liar!”

“No, I’m serious! I’ll give you everything you want this time.”

You can hear the creek of your bedroom door open. He’s walking inside, making a straight line towards the bed.

“You promise this time?” He’s carefully bringing you off his shoulder, holding you by your bottom as he carries you as if you were a koala.

“Only if you give me a little kiss and tell me that you still love me.” He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, making you have to sit on his lap. His hands easily find the sides of your waist and rest there.

You scoff with a smile, rolling your eyes at him. You wrap your arms around his neck, keeping the contact between you two before you lean in closer to quickly peck his lips.

“I still love you, idiot.”

A wide smile is plastered on Yoongi’s face. He’s already leaning into you again, pressing a couple kisses before pulling away.

“Good,” he mumbles, bringing a hand up to the side of your neck to pull you towards him and crash your lips against his in a feverish manner. His other hand pushing down on your hip, encouraging you to grind your bare pussy against his clothed hard-on that you’ve been sitting on for the past few minutes. You feel your hips move by themselves, the rough material rubbing against your sensitive pussy making you wet. You’re moaning into his mouth, which he takes this chance to suck on your tongue, then force his tongue into your mouth to explore every inch of it, exchanging saliva.

As much as he hates it, he’s already pulling away from you. He’s standing up carrying you, turning around so that he could lay you on the bed.

“God, I can’t stand this anymore. I’ve gotta fuck you.”

You giggle at him struggling and rushing to take off his sweatshirt, sweatpants, and boxers. When he’s finished, he’s already helping you with removing your t-shirt off, exposing every inch of your body.

“God, so pretty,” he mumbles.

With the way Yoongi was looking at you, you knew that tonight was going to be one of those nights where your limits were definitely going to be tested.

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studiojeon · 3 years

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use me | jjk

this is part of my troubled outsiders series. i think you can read this by itself though :)

| summary | - Jungkook was not someone to establish relationships and bonds out of interest, you knew that. Or maybe not, truth be told, he was an authentic enigma, so open yet so closed and shielded from others to see through, and that didn’t exclude you.

warnings: language (?), mentions of hook ups and situationships. mentions of emotional trauma.

contents: a compilation of moments that contributed to the growth of their relationship, jungkook is hard to read, jungkook is hard to read, jungkook is hard to read and sus. oc is kinda whipped and scared af. chaeryeong knows who you are and where you live. jk and oc are scared to let each other in. friends to lovers, idol!jungkook x student!oc.

author’s note: i hate this, but i have to get it off my chest. (the narration is off af but if i keep it in my drafts for longer this will never see the light of the day). p.s. thank u so much for the support on the last drabble <3

playlist: rain by trey songz (feat. swae lee).

words: 4.75k

“JK?” as his broad back faces you, you call out his name timidly, not missing the way he swiftly turns around as soon as he hears his name come from your lips. Hair wet and darker than usual, a very big sweat stain at the center of his hoodie. He had just gotten out of practice, you assumed.

“___?” he replied with the initials of your name as well, one of his tired grins plastered on his face, he must have been exhausted. You had caught on to him just as he walked out of the practice room in front of the elevator on your way to your office, right when you needed him, but now you weren’t so sure if it was a good idea to pester him. Even so, you didn’t know anyone else you could ask for help, aside from Linh who was currently in her own office doing other tasks you had assigned to her.

“Are you busy right now?” your eyes stare at him shyly, in hopes that he was willing to help you out, because you wanted to be around him, so maybe he could share a bit of his positive energy with you, the past week had been hellish. “Could use some help returning all those heavy stacks of paper in my office”.

“Of course! Why didn’t you give me a call earlier though? It’s pretty late” he walked by your side and you enter the elevator, beginning your adventure around the company.

Jungkook was fun. Always bubbly and reciprocative, constantly trying his best to make you laugh and make the absolute best of your situation, even if he could be a bit stubborn at times. You liked the spontaneity he provided though, the way he would switch from one topic to another and how he would make silly faces at you whenever you locked eyes.

He didn’t know, but in pure ignorance, he had just made your day ten times better.

In the past week, you had received a lot of counterarguments, one by one, on how useless your management tactics were. Granted, you hadn’t expected for your ideas to be welcomed with open arms, but at least you had hoped they would take them into consideration. You had also been assigned a team, in charge of social media management, who worked monotonously and with little to no insertion in the actual target audience… your logic was: how can you advertise products to an audience you don’t even have the mere interest to know? You had designed a strategy, presented it, and no one paid any mind to you.

But for the most part, you felt lonely. Had no one to talk to, nor go to whenever you needed your spirits to be lifted up.

Chaeryeong was busy busy with group projects and work. To the extent where she would get up at seven in the morning and come back at 12 pm. It wasn’t always like that, so you didn’t worry too much, but the fear she would wear herself off like usual still crowded your mind.

You close your office door with a sigh. Tired from everything, but somehow, your heart a little fuller, knowing that maybe you could use Jungkook in the future to give you a lift. Both figuratively and literally because he had offered to drive you home, being the gentleman he was.

“Why do you look like a sad puppy?” he asked you once you were sitting by his side in his very expensive and luxurious mercedes. Tinted windows and jet black shiny paint covered the outside of his car, the smell of air refresher and pinecone filling the inside. Mans was getting hotter by the minute.

“It’s friday night after the longest week of work. How can I not?” you put on your seat belt and lean back against the leather cushions. He pouts in response to you, with a concerned look on his face.

For a second you wonder if he did this with most coworkers… being nice to them and offering them drives after having met them just a few times before. Kinda risky behviour, considering his position and squeaky clean reputation. You figure this would only last a bit before he realized he had more important things to be focusing on.

“Do you ever get chased home?” you ask randomly.

With one hand on the wheel and the other leaned against his door he meditated on his response. “It happened once… And then I moved out, got a new car and everything. Shit was wild” he chuckles and you think that was the first time you had heard him curse, like ever. Jungkook, friendly and everything, wasn’t too big of a talker, but with you he found himself spilling, without giving it much thought. It felt refreshing to hear his voice and listen to his stories and the way he expressed himself. He was more interesting than he seemed, apparently. “Aren’t you hungry, by the way? We can have something to eat before i drop you off”

Traffic was hellish in Seoul everyday at every hour, and choosing to drive through Itaewon on a friday night wasn’t the smartest decision on Jungkook’s behalf, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him that. Considering the demands of his job, he probably didn’t know his way around the city that well. You conclude taking a detour wouldn’t hurt. “I’m starving actually.”

He ends up taking you to a restaurant near your neighborhood you had mentioned being good and not crowded at all, the latter catching his attention immediately. It was a modest but nice place owned by a very funny and loud ahjussi. The man had lost count of how many times you had come down from your apartment at 11 pm and asked him to make you vegetarian tteokguk, but they were enough so that he could memorize your five orders by heart and the amount of saewoo mandu you could down by yourself in five minutes. You were making him rich at that point so the least he could do was comply when you gently asked him to shut the place down for you. Jungkook hadn’t asked you, but you knew how things could get awkward and dangerous quickly if too many people found out about him being there. “Ahjussi, you don’t have to” the boy protested as he noticed that the man had shut the blinds for him.

“It’s okay, boy. _____ has been single handedly paying the remnants of my mortgage for over a year now, I don't mind doing this for her.” he joked in his usual nature. already writing down your order and patiently waiting for Jungkook in front of you to voice out what he wanted for a meal. “And well, you and your friends are making our country proud, it’s the least i can do to thank you”

“Ah, thank you.” Jungkook bows to the older man. Your heart softened in your chest, seeing how considerate he was towards other people. He must be great with parents, you think. “Do you really not get that many people around here?” he asked worriedly once he sat back down on the wooden chair.

“We do! But she’s the one who comes the most often” he nods toward you and Jungkook smiles once he found your gaze, a glint of playfulness in his eyes.

“Can you recommend me anything, miss?”

“Of course, sir. Yeol-ah, double up my order. Drinks are on me today.” You yell at the man’s son in the kitchen, who was still a bit older than you, but also close to enough to let you order him around shamelessly. You knew him quite well, actually. He was Chaeryeong’s boyfriend after all.

The tall boy pokes his head out of the kitchen door with a very confused expression plastered on his face. “Aren’t we supposed to close in like, an hour?” Chanyeol asks his dad in front of you.

“Just go cook, I'll explain later”.

The two men go back into the kitchen and Jungkook looks at you with an amused expression on his face. “What was that?” he laughs.

“I’m very popular, you know?” it probably wasn’t a good idea to go there, but you felt a little drunk on his voice that night, and you also knew your friend didn’t mind. “In fact, Chaereyong from ITZY is my best friend, who would have guessed?”

“Yeah and my son is her boyfriend, who cares?” Byung-ho yells back at you from the cashier, pulling a hiss from your lips.

Jungkook still continued to stare at the both of you with confusion and intrigue, you guess he thought you were both joking.

“Wait, really?” he utters after a few seconds with big doe eyes and a pout on his lips, a combination that appeared when he was either confused or lying, which wasn’t the case then.

“Yes, my guy.” you laugh. “That juicy legged shortie is indeed my wife”

Jungkook loved the food, to say the least. It was all vegetarian and korean as fuck, a combination he never throught was possible, but downed like thristy camel. He was a loud eater, which was fitting of him and his politeness, something else you had noticed that night. You were the opposite, and actually despised the sounds of other people eating, yet, looking at him enjoying his meal so much made you feel full yourself. He made you feel like a kid in some ways too, brought back the times when being around others wasn’t so hard, and you still could have a sense of security around you. Talking to him was rather easy, maybe because of his welcoming nature, or because in fact he actually was interested in whatever stupid shit you were saying, something most people around you didn’t do. He also, amongst other things, seemed very interested in your job and the likes, always asking questions and absorbing information like a five year old. You had explained to him the five key steps of process design and the psychological effects on marketing in society to which he always responded with wide gentle eyes and attentive nods, not once looking bored or… annoyed in any way.

Was he like that, with every girl? Because you weren’t anything special, there were many other girls who worked with him everyday and even if you hadn’t seen him in his work space, you could guess by the way most women in your company look at him whenever he passes by that either they were just as captivated as you by his beauty or that he had fucked them. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was just trying to get into your pants either, it wouldn’t be the first time it happened to you nonetheless.

“I can walk from here, JK” you mention once you found yourselves walking towards the parking lot. A bit sad about the expense you had just made on food, it was your fault for trying to seem cool and rich, neither of which you were.

“Oh no, I’m not letting you do that, girlie” he unlocks the door and gets in, not even letting you finish or allowing you to fight back.

“My apartment is literally a block away” you protest in the car anyways. You fear you had been too much of a bother, and deep down, didn’t want him to feel like you were seeking his presence unnecessarily.

“Well, good for you. But, you paid for the food, which was a lot, and i don’t want my sugar mommy walking by herself at 12 pm on a friday night” you first freeze, and then burst a very loud giggle.

“Whatever” you slap his bicep and roll your eyes. “ Next time you can pay if it bothers you so much.”

“So there will be a next time?” wide eyes stare back at you. “Count me in. I´ll pick where we will be going, just lemme know when so i can plan ahead” he rambles, a little too excited about your suggestion.

He drops you off with a smile on his face and hopefulness in his eyes, promising to see you around the company. You, on the other hand, feel a tad confused as you enter your apartment building. What was going on?

You had overthought things so much your entire life that it suddenly became too tiring to do. During the past few years you had to learn how to detach yourself and just ride the wave sometimes. Once you had turned eighteen, everything started moving at a very fast pace, the pressure of adulthood fell upon you like a brick and everything was so overwhelming that you started to simply let the course of your existence take you wherever it needed to.

That’s how you ended up going out with Jungkook at least once a week for dinner or a drive around the city for more than two months. Without even noticing, he became so engraved in your everyday life that whenever he’d cancel plans because of work, you’d find yourself with a void in your heart and a rush of boredom filling your senses. Even if you found yourself in your living room with the company of your best friend whom you had seen at most four times in the past two months, you were still wishing you could share that intimate space with him instead, willing to let him a bit more into your life, in hopes that maybe he would do the same. Sue you, you were curious over the most intricate details about his personality, how his personal sanctuary looked and if the smell of his room is just as good as his car’s. You could bet a thousand dollars (maybe a little less, considering the unconventionalism that characterizes him) that he also had a few plants that only remembered to water three out of seven days of the week.

Hopefully life would draw you closer to more people like him.

"How's your boyfriend doing?" Chaeryeong asks you from the kitchen counter, sweet popcorn cooking in you popcorn-maker.

You sigh. "What boyfriend?"

She was a lot of things but oblivious, and you weren't either, just when you chose to be. "Cut the bullshit, you know who i'm talking about". The fake red head waits for your response as she pours the snack into a big bowl, and you on the other hand take this as an advange to search around the room for answers.

"He's just a friend" you say. "And he's fine, i guess… He doesn't really talk much about himself" you mention, matter of factly.

Chaeryeong nods beside you, understanding what you meant. Then, proceeds to tell a tale about her experience meeting the dark haired boy. "He's literally so quiet, but like, so incredibly kind. Once he tripped over and fucked up some of the decoration at an award show" she grabs a popcorn and continues her story. "He looked so panicked I thought his eyes were about to jump out their sockets — His eyes are huge, by the way."

"I know" you smile.

"My point is, he started to help the staff put everything back in order again. I think he's the only idol I've ever seen do something like that… i decided i liked him then" her beautiful features light up with mischief. "I bet he fucks great too."

You slap her leg. Hard.

"I'm only telling you this now so you don't get caught of guard when he actually manages to fuck you," her soft hands run through your messy hair, motherly touches easing the fluster in your body. "You know he's a big whore, right?" She adds after a while.

You didn't. According to Chaeryeong, who seemed to keep tabs on every single colleague of hers, Jungkook had quite the body count, not that you didn't have your suspicions before. Frankly, she only knew of two girls inside her company who had had some sort of situationship with him, but for the same reason, she also knew he had some history with other girls from different groups. "Yikes" you laugh nervously, in admiration of their ability to remain calm and collected without giving anything away to the public.

Thanks to your friend, you had heard lots of tea about other singers in the korean industry before, most of which were not as sweet or kind as they portrayed themselves to be, some even using their social status to get their way with girls. But for some reason, Jungkook had never made his way to your gossipping sessions, nor any other of his band mates (except for Jimin, who, if you remember correctly, used to have some sort of beef with one of Chaeryeong's company members). You guess it was because of his unproblematic nature that people chose to give him a pass for his sexual endeavors, not that they were of anyone's concern either.

A knock is heard against your office door. "Miss _____?" A girl with a brown bob cut pokes her head through it, the dim lights of your office shining upon her incredibly healthy locks. "Jungkook asked me to deliver this to you" sliding completely into the room, she places a box with a note on it on your desk.

"Thank you so much" you wave her off as she walks right out.

The package had a strawberry flavored canned tea and a bento box inside.

"I remember you telling me you'd never tried tofu pancakes before, so I made some for you last night. Hope you enjoy! - JK

P.S. Text me when you're done, maybe we can hang out tonight."

You felt like crying, in all honesty. The pancakes were heavenly, and he even added some slices of avocado and a few scoops of rice for you, despite not being the biggest fan of the fruit himself. With a warm heart and relief washing over your body because you wouldn't have to waste money on lunch that day, you had had half of your meal before said boy gave you a call.

"Did you like them?" He said almost immediately. "My assistant told me she already delivered them to you" he adds in a rush.

"Jesus boy, calm down." You giggle at his excitement. "Let me eat in peace".

"No, tell me right now." he demands with a fake angry voice. Cutie.

"They're alright".

"Figured… you have no sense of taste anyways" the hangs up. A giggle escapes your lips. Boy was something else.

Later that day, the weekend started it's course. Jungkook had offered to drive you to the Han River, careful to mention the fact he prepared a bunch of snacks for you two just about five times during your call. The place was almost empty, given that the rest of the city was doing something else more fun than staring at the night sky while sitting on itchy grass. Yet, you wouldn't change the setting for anything else. Usually, when you and Jungkook were out, he'd be in silent wary of your surroundings and the people who could be watching you. It broke your heart, knowing that most of the time he couldn't frequent places most regular people had the pleasure of enjoying, like the movies, for example, or a food stand in the middle of the street. Still, in that moment, the handsome man in front of you seemed as relaxed as ever, munching on grapes and strawberries as he sat in silence beside you.

"This blanket is so soft, isn't it?" he commented all of a sudden, caressing the fabric with his hand. The thing was made out of polar fleece, no shit. You just nodded and grabbed a piece of fruit from his container. "One of my friends gifted it to me on my birthday" he adds.

"I know. It was me".

"Well, maybe you do have a sense of taste after all" he complies as he lays down on the surface, eyes facing the night sky above you.

"Says the one who uses toe socks" you say back, poking his weak spot.

Instead of going back and forth with you as he usually would, he just winks and closes his eyes. He looked so peaceful and serene beneath you, features carefully carved on his face and slightly blushed cheeks from the cold wind. Jungkook was like that, randomly over confident and flirty with you, but just as quickly would refrain from even disagreeing with you in the first place, scared that you would snap at him. He hadn't told you this, but the way you saw thoughts hidden in his eyes whenever you made a statement let you know his true intentions, leaving you to wonder where that came from.

"Are you tired?" You ask after a few minutes. Still with his eyes closed, Jungkook denies.

"I just don't want to look at you right now," he turns to the side, back facing you as an offended expression finds its way to your face.

"Yah" you slap his back playfully, not letting him finish.

"Because you look too pretty." he mumbles the remnants of his statement.

Your breath catches in your throat as a shiver climbs its way down your spine. Why was he like that? He had no right tugging on your heart strings like that (if he was being serious in the first place because you never knew with him). You sigh, the blush his words provoked stinging your cheeks.

"You're supposed to say I'm pretty too" he turns around with a playful smile, expectant.

"You just go around giving compliments so you can get them back?" you hiss. "Why so insecure?"

"I'm not insecure, at all." He sits up again, ready to fight you and anyone who dares question the grandiosity of the confidence he had worked so hard for. "You can ask Linh about that".

To say you looked horrified was an understatement, hopeful that what you thought he meant was not it. "You fucked Linh?"

"Well, that's not for you to know".

What a gentleman, you think. And at the same time, ouch. He had just slammed a door on your face.

"That would explain the way she looks at you whenever you come by the office" you realize. Frankly, the girl looked a bit too panicked whenever Jungkook decided to barge into your space, usually bored out of his mind during his english lessons, laptop and notebook in hand, or struggling to get the questions right.

"Well good afternoon to you too" you ironically greeted once he sat in front of you, frustration written on his face. Linh, who stood by your side, suddenly fidgeting with the papers in her hand.

"Not the time, _____" he slammed both hands on your desk, startling you and your friend beside you. "Why the fuck did you make me enroll into this in the first place?"

"I did not make you do anything, dude. I just gave you an idea" you excused yourself, eyes back on your computer. You didn't miss the way Jungkook's eyes briefly followed Linh out the room, though.

His eyes looked back at you, leg bouncing impatiently on the floor as he leaned back with a pissed off expression on his face. You'd never seen him this way, so you took that as a cue to enter under paid therapist mode. "What's wrong?" You questioned gently.

"I feel incredibly incompetent right now." His hands roamed across his face with frustration. A sigh escaped his lips as he held tears back. "School's always been this way for me, always trying my best and constantly underachieving" he explained.

He was obsessed with winning, you’d even go as far to say more than he was with his job (which was a lot). It didn’t root from narcissistic behaviour though, but rather out of external pressure to constantly overachieve and exceed expectations. He was mostly good at doing that, but everyone had an achilles heel, yours was reading for example, his was studying and school.

"Jungkook, you passed most of your classes with more than 90%, what are you talking about?" a fact he had brought up to you randomly when you mentioned absolutely nearly failing most of your literature classes.

"Yeah, except for English." he shook his head in the way he would when he'd feel conflicted or insecure. "I don't know what i'm doing wrong".

"Did you fail something?" you tried to get some more insight into the situation, still unsure of where all his worries came from.

"No, there's just this sentence I can't properly put together" he turned his notebook towards you. "Ah, just look"

There were some words he had to conjugate and properly place in order to form a grammatically correct sentence, more than five attempts written in neat penmanship on the page evidenced the boy's battle with the assignment. He missed one very important aspect of it, though. "There's a fucking word that's missing, dude" you explain, grabbing the pen from his hand and showing him where the mistake was. "It's not your fault, it's the teacher's".

Jungkook's serious expression didn't go away though. "Well, damn".

You had some sort of emotional trauma with having people ask you for help, it made you think that they didn’t actually care for you as a person but rather just your skills. That was the way you’d grown up and what your position in society seemed to be as well, the one you could butter up and taste when you got bored. Heart had been broken many times too, whenever you’d realize what you thought to be a genuine connection was merely pure interest. Those thoughts clouded your head when Jungkook would randomly enter your office with a frustrated expression on his face, yet, that occurred less often than it didn’t.

Jungkook was not someone to establish relationships and bonds out of interest, you knew that. Or maybe not, truth be told, he was an authentic enigma, so open yet so closed and shielded from others to see through, and that didn’t exclude you most of the time, hence your wish for him to let you in a bit more before you could allow yourself to free fall into whatever was going on between you both.

You reach for the fabric of his hoodie, tugging his sleeve with your fingers just because you really liked the color of it, and maybe because you wanted to feel closer to him. He doesn’t react to your touch, just looks at your hands briefly as they play with the edges of his clothing. “Where did you get this from?”

“An online store, I think.” he replies softly, reaching for your hand on his arm, caressing the surface of your nails. “It’s a unisex brand, i can send you their link afterwards.”

“Is it too expensive?” you inquire, not only to keep the moment afloat, but because you genuinely liked most of his pieces of clothing, especially his hoodies and shoes. Jungkook laughs at your question and looks at you with a smile.

“I don’t think i would know, ____. I’m rich.” he says, playfully. And he was right, what was expensive for you might just be cheap as fuck for him, you wonder if when a lot of money is in your hands you start to become very tuned out from what’s affordable or not anymore.

“True.”

“I can buy you one, though. I don’t mind.” he adds. Soft look in his eyes, a pure and genuine offer that you had to deny.

“I didn’t say i wanted one” you lie, only partially, because although you’d not mentioned it, you did actually want it. “I just think it’s pretty” you finally let go of him.

“Or do you think I look pretty in it?” he pushes, a sucker for compliments.

“Yeah, that might be it.” you admit, because there was no point in denying your irrefutable attraction to the man, as much as you hated to be vulnerable, especially in front of him.

“I think it would look prettier on you”.

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yourtamaki · 3 years

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warnings: smut, exhibitionism, public sex, degradation, no prep, creampie

the rush of power flowing through sanji’s veins is strong enough to make his head swim and cock throb but he forces himself to stay in the present and not miss a moment of the scene unfolding before him.

you were on your knees before him, fumbling with his belt and panting as though you were more desperate then he was to get his cock in your mouth. if he knew you were this needy tonight, he would’ve snuck you out of the bar and into this alleyway a lot sooner. it was only when you pulled him onto the dance floor and grinded against his growing bulge that sanji finally picked up on what you were too embarrassed to say aloud.

“you always get so stupid when you start thinking with your cunt, angel.” you finally manage to pull off his belt and slacks down but he brushes away your hands before you can reach for his briefs. “whores only get to use their mouths.”

the whimper you let out only sharpens his smile and you get to work freeing his cock from its constraints, hands behind your back just like he’d trained you to do. you were so concentrated on your task that you didn’t notice when a lone figure paused at the entrance of the alley, silhouette black against the streetlight that shined behind them. but sanji did.

“we’ve got an audience. want to put on a show, princess?” a thrill of anticipation shoots up his spine when you grin up at him and nod. it’s something the two of you have discussed and neither of you wanted to pass up on this golden opportunity. “get up then.”

as soon as your on your feet, sanji spins you around, bending you at the waist and pushing your skirt up around your waist. he makes quick work of pulling down your panties and helping you step out of them, lining himself up with your entrance but not sliding in just yet despite the way you push your ass back against him. instead, he peeks out of the corner of his eyes to the man still watching them, sanji’s grip on your hips tightening when he realizes the man is palming himself over his pants.

pride swells inside him and sanji bottoms out in one thrust, fuelled on by white hot flames of possessiveness and the sound of his name you send echoing down the alley, no doubt reaching the stranger. good. now he knows who owns your pussy, who’s cock you cry for every night. sanji reaches down and lifts one of your leg up, hooking it over his elbow and exposing you entirely to the man.

“you’re gonna cum, aren’t you angel? gonna cum in front of a stranger like a filthy little slut? go on then, you don’t wanna disappoint him now, do you?”

you shudder in his arms as your high washes over you in waves and the fluttering of your walls has him following you over the edge, hissing from the sensitivity as he fucks his cum deeper inside you, marking you in a way the voyeur could only dream.

he walks you out of the alley hand in hand, cum leaking down your shaky legs. sanji winks at the man as he fumbles trying to stuff himself back into his pants and pretends not to notice how he all but runs past you two to scoop up your discarded panties.

#sanji smut #sanji x reader #one piece smut #one piece x reader #vinsmoke sanji smut #vinsmoke sanji x reader

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heavymetalchemist · 3 years

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I think it’s easy to forget that Wei Wuxian is strongly villain-coded. We see the story from his perspective, we know his reasons and justifications, if you’re watching CQL and paying attention you can figure out the core transfer before the reveal. We know that Wen Qing and Wen Ning are good guys. We know that the Burial Mounds gang is a bunch of tired uncle/aunts trying to grow some stupid radishes, a four year old, and the Disaster Bi Gang (none of whom have swords, even!) We know that Wei Wuxian has his heart in the right place, that he feels an incredibly strong debt to the Wen Siblings and by extension their remaining family, that he has no golden core and has no choice but to forsake the sword and cultivate the demonic path, that he defects from the Jiang sect in a fake fight with his brother so that the Jiang sect won’t suffer the consequences of his actions, even though they have Secret Soup later.

But if you’re not us, the audience? If you’re, for example, Sect Leader Yao?

Hey did you all hear about how Wei Wuxian got kicked out of the Cloud Recesses for violently lashing out at the Jin sect heir?

Hey did you all see how he doesn’t carry his sword any more and claims it’s because he’s so badass that he doesn’t need it? And he has that Stygian tiger seal, so maybe it’s not bullshit? Can you even fight against that with a sword?

What kind of power does this guy even have? He’s a teenager! He drinks all the time and he’s moody and surly and holy shit did you hear what he did at that Wen outpost? He tortured all of them to death! Ugly stuff, man. Gruesome way to go. Maybe even worse than what Wen Ruohan did, at least a hot poker doesn’t make you claw your own eyes out.

Oh shit, he just stormed into this banquet and just SAID “if I want to kill someone who can stop me” and he still has that tiger seal I think we should be worried???

He just busted a bunch of Wen cultivators out of prison! And then he ran off to the Burial Mounds??? And his sect leader didn’t even know anything about it? Is he going rogue? Is he starting an uprising? This demonic cultivation stuff really seems to be corrupting him!

Oh man he got kicked out of the Jiang sect? You mean even the man he grew up with, who he was raised with practically as a brother, can’t control him any more? Did you hear about his fierce corpse? They call him the Ghost General! He’s unstoppable! What are we going to do if he comes for us?

He could be building a whole army in there, Sect Leader Jin said so! Who knows what kind of sick, twisted stuff he’s getting up to! Don’t forget all that horrible shit in the Sunshot Campaign, remember when he was raising the Wens’ own dead to turn against them? He could do that to us! He’s working with the Wens now, even! He’s gone totally crazy!

We can’t let some outlaw have all this power. It’s putting the safety of all of us at risk. What if it’s just another Wen Ruohan waiting to happen? (especially applicable if you’re thinking he’s using Yin iron as in CQL!) If we let him consolidate his power too much, then he’ll be unstoppable!

HOLY SHIT he murdered the Jin sect heir and his cousin with his fierce corpse! That’s the man his former shijie married! The one he punched in the Cloud Recesses, remember when the Lans kicked him out because he was so unruly and disrespectful? Yeah! It was probably revenge! Have we done anything to him? Oh gods what if we’re next???

A major point of MDZS/CQL is how important reputation is, and how that affects everything. Wei Wuxian’s reputation is straight-up villainous. We, the audience, know that he’s trying his best, that he’s a traumatized teenager with a shitload of emotional baggage trying to do the right thing and repay a colossal debt, that he’s made choices that he now has to try and live with, etc. But to the rest of the world this guy has fucking lost it, he’s gone off the deep end and he has an incredibly powerful weapon and a mode of cultivation that seems to corrupt you and turn you into a monster, and frankly, they’re not wrong! It does affect his temperament and he does end up killing a lot of people and he is out of control!

MDZS/CQL is interesting precisely because we’re getting an entire Villain Apology Story. A long time ago I read a post by someone on here saying they find Jiang Cheng challenging to write about because he’s the protagonist of a different story, and he really is. He’s the guy whose former shixiong turns into a villain in pursuit of power, the Obi-Wan to WWX’s Anakin, the one who sees how incredible power corrupts and is obligated to fight against it. Having to fight against a former ally who was seduced by “the dark side” (in this case, demonic cultivation) is a story that gets told over and over, but always condemning the one who went to the dark side. He’s the blackened protagonist, the aren’t you tired of being nice, don’t you want to go ape shit power fantasy, where we as the audience can justify his actions because we know he did it to save his brother, his sister, the Wen remnants he owes a debt to. He isolates himself from the people who love him to protect them, he refuses Lan Wangji’s help because he’s convinced he just wants to lock him up and stop him from using demonic cultivation because he’s a righteous upstanding Lan (totally unaware of LWJ’s intense crush, obviously). He jokes about it but he knows he’s being painted as the villain, and he’s in denial about how much that will affect him, because after all… he’s the Yiling Laozu, and he knows his power. But so does everyone else, and they’re rightfully terrified!

And yet? When he comes back, LWJ still wants him, still cares for him, will move heaven and earth to protect him. JC cares about him so much he’s having a Constant Crisis about it. And WWX has not forgotten his shijie or shidi, immediately cares about Jin Ling, and still is the man who really just wanted to be free and grow some goddamn radishes. He accepts that he paid for what he’s done with his death, and just wants to start over.

It just drives me nuts when people pretend like WWX was an angel who did nothing wrong because the whole POINT is that he was a villain-coded gay (well, bi) and the man you had to really watch out for was the polite, thoughtful, soft-spoken one that worked his way up from a tragic backstory. It’s a whole subversion and it’s awesome!

#mdzs meta #wei wuxian #yiling laozu #of course wwx has a good heart but remember when that kid shot an arrow at him and he threw it right back through his heart?#remember when JC and LWJ walked into that Wen outpost and were like oh fuck oh man what the fuck?#remember when he almost busted out chenqing to murder JZX over a SOUP MISUNDERSTANDING?#this is not a wwx hate post this is a pls understand complex characters and nuance post #that audience knowledge is NOT character knowledge #is this a lowkey NMJ defense post? yes.

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delicrieux · 4 years

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CORPSE REQUESTS???? HELL YEAH ALRIGHT so maybe one where the usual lobby is streaming but with bretman rock and he‘s kinda picking up on that cute we-like-each-other-but-we‘re-too-stupid-realize dynamic between corpse and y/n so he teases them and calls them out on it?? Idk just an idea, love you!

･:* ☆ author’s note: yo! yo! this is ✨cute✨ also....funky monky friday!!!

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Typical game, typical stream, not exactly typical company. While Bretman is an unusual addition, he definitely adds a certain little something that not only makes the game funnier, but the dynamic more lively. If someone were to ask you if you could listen to him rambling for hours you would announce a resounding “Yes!” - well, no one asked, but you still told your stream that. They appreciated the honesty. Some of your followers, however, snuck in a few comments that vaguely read “u sure u don’t mean u could listen to corpse forever?” among the sea of keyboard smashes and emojis. You pretended you didn’t see them , focusing on that stupid card swipe that get’s you every time.

There are impostors among your group of friends, and your job as crewmate is to sniff them out. For some reason you have an inkling one of them is Sykkuno because he was just a bit too sweet during the last meeting, amping up the innocence in his voice to a suspicious extent; the second one, sadly, you are blind to. Though, if a surprise attack were to happen, you at least have Corpse beside you, guarding you while you do tasks.

The fairy-lights in your stream room twinkle and dim, your eyes lingering on Corpse’s in-game astronaut for a tad longer than necessary.

You have been following him this whole time like a lost puppy. Running in circles around his little character. At one point a chase ensued where he tried to catch you and you were laughing and you hope he was laughing too but quite frankly you were too afraid to check what the stream had to say because you figured it was going nuts.

A meeting was urgently called. You frown softly at the X’s sprung on some of your friends’ icons. “I’ll avenge you.” You mutter before unmuting your mic.

“Okay, so, it’s definitely not Corpse or (Name).” James chimes so quick you barely manage to catch him, “I passed them on my way to MedBay and she was just running circles around him while he was, I don’t know, AFK? I mean, yes, king, work! Give us nothing!”

“I dunno guys,” Sykkuno says after the laughter dies down, “(Name) has been acting pretty sus. Have you even done any of your tasks?”

“It’s not (Name).” Corpse opposes quietly, though his voice is drowned out by a cacophony of conflicting opinions.

“The hell, Sykkuno?” You exclaim, hurt. Is he trying to frame you? You knew something was odd about him this round, “What is this snake behaviour? Yes I did my tasks, Corpse is my alibi.”

“I was literally with her the whole time.” He confirms, all in that calm, baritone of his, “If she killed someone, I would have seen it.”

“How do we know you aren’t in cahoots?” Rae questions. Seconds tick by, draining the timer. This is getting nowhere. Worst of all, you’re slowly being led into the fire before they flame you. Honestly, you aren’t the impostor. If you were, you’re certain they would’ve caught you already. “I feel like (Name) and Corpse would be in cahoots.”

“Okay, good point,” James says, “but the body was found in Navigation.”

“They could’ve vented there.” Sykkuno offers.

Corpse hums, “Spoken like a true Impostor.”

“Aren’t you in Navigation, Sykkuno?” You grit.

“Yes, I, uhh, I found the body with James.”

“Sus.” You say. Your stream chat echoes it a thousand times. Maybe more.

“I don’t think it’s Sykkuno,” James mumbles, “but I also don’t think it’s Corpse or (Name). Like, I’ve seen them doing tasks around the map. Never have they been anywhere even close to a body.”

“Yeah!” Sykkuno exclaims, “Isn’t that suspicious?”

You gape at your camera, like you’re in the Office, before hissing a “How the fuck is not murdering people suspicious?!”

“Guys, seriously,” Corpse says with a light little laugh, instantly hushing the hectic conversation, “we need to vote or skip. I say we skip for now. (Name) and I have been together since I ran into her in Electrical before the first body was found. I really don’t know what else do you want me to say. Let’s skip, okay?”

A chorus of “Okay”s shakes the discord call - if it’s anyone that can convince them to do something, it’s Corpse. This talent of his is both frightening and wonderful. It’s good having someone defend you, though if he ever wanted to vote you out, you’d be done for.

Somehow, you think he wouldn’t do that, though. A smile almost slips onto your lips before you swallow it down. Incriminating. You will not appear soft on stream! Your audience would tease you all the way to hell and back.

Bretman, who had been eerily quiet through the exchange (or, possibly, accidentally muted his mic again), suddenly speaks up, “Y’all are too cute.”

“What? Who?” Rae asks.

“(Name) and Corpse. Don’t think we don’t see y’all coupling it up.”

You’re suddenly incredibly happy you always stream in low lights - it feels cozy, more personal somehow - because your cheeks flush with heat and you lean back into your chair, as if to get away from him and the screen and the game and what he’s saying. You dare a glance at the chat but it’s swimming from the influx of messages.

Corpse is quiet. You’re not sure whether that makes you feel better or worse.

“Oh my God, no kidding.” James says, the last one to skip vote, “They’re always like this, I swear, it’s the cutest thing.”

“What about me and Corpse?” Sykkuno asks, “I thought we had something special.”

“First you frame me,” You speak up, “and now you’re trying to take away my only friend? Cold, Sykkuno. Real cold.”

“Yaaaas, miss girl, don’t let him walk all over you!” Bretman cheers.

Thankfully, the timer ends, no one is flung into the void of outer space and all mics are muted again before Bretman can say anything else.

You feel nervous. Corpse’s astronaut stands next to you, immobile. Swallowing, you circle around him again. You grin when he follows after you. Good, so he wasn’t weirded out by that exchange after all.

Wait, why do you care so much anyway?

Well, whatever. There are still plenty of tasks to be done and you need to catch Sykkuno somehow. With renewed enthusiasm, you connect wires, thinking of a game plan.

“here from corpse’s stream, he just called (name) angel:)!!”

You briefly wonder if it’ll make it into his stream highlights. Something so insignificant, such an offhand affectionate comment...Probably not, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to hear it. Just to know how it sounded. To know if it really happened or was it just a little white lie from his fans meant only to tease you.

You wish you would've missed that comment in chat. Because now, with your heart racing in your chest, that’s the only thing you can think about.

hope you liked it! xx

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For The Girl Who Has Everything

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wc: 2.4k Summary: Claire is too mad to even look at Cas let alone talk to him. Dean knew he had to step up because two people with messed up childhoods and anger issues really need to spend more time together talking about their feelings.

When Chuck was defeated, a lot of people came to the bunker to celebrate. Those times were a big blur to Dean, his focus was on finding a way to save Cas, and it wasn’t until he saw Claire run down those steps that the world focused again. She smiled at him, a rare big grin, before her arms wrapped around his neck to bring him down for a hug with an intoxicating giggle.

‘She didn’t know,’ Dean thought as his arms hung loosely at his sides.

He hid his face in her curls, not knowing how to face another kid Cas left behind because of him. He was holding his breath when she pulled away to look at him. Her eyebrows were raised in a question that Dean didn’t hear. Didn’t want to hear.

She repeated it, “Dude, where’s Cas? Is the old man sleeping or something?”

‘Yes.’ Dean swallowed the hard lump in his throat.

He didn’t look at the audience around them when he finally opened his mouth to say, “Claire, Ca—” He couldn’t say his name. He felt like it would tear the fragile wall that was keeping him on his feet if he did. “I’m sorry.”

Dean watched as her face twisted into confusion, understanding, and then settling into anger.

She was trying to fight the tears, but they fell as she yelled, “No! No, you were—Where were you? Why didn’t you protect him?”

“He protected me. He—he saved me.”

She looked at him with round eyes, shaking her head as if not wanting to believe it.

“Then it should’ve been you! You should’ve died! Not him!” Dean flinched at the words that have been echoing in his head since that night. “It’s not fair!”

Claire’s angry fist collided with his chest. He flinched at every hit but didn’t back away as her punches became sporadic but still filled with grief. Maybe even guilt.

“I’m sorry.” Dean knew those words did nothing to comfort, but he couldn’t help but say them. “I’m so sorry, Claire.”

She screamed in frustration until her punches weakened, and he was holding her. Then, finally, she fell against him, her face hidden in his chest as her grip tightened on his shirt.

She didn’t stay after that.

She walked back up the stairs with Jody and Kaia following behind her. Jack tried to talk to her, but she couldn’t even look at him. Dean couldn’t blame her.

It’s hard to look at the kid when he reminded them of the person they lost.

Of course, Dean never told Cas any of this.

Since coming back, Cas had been dealing with the silent treatment from the killer Barbie. She only replied with the thumbs-up emoji, and when Cas was too much, she responded with the middle finger emoji. A little warning advising Cas to back off.

She only visited him once, but that was when Cas was in the hospital. She freaked out, yelled at him for being stupid, and then passed out by his bed only to leave the next morning like nothing ever happened. Still, it made Cas feel a little better knowing she still cared, but she was dealing with it her way. Or, as Cas liked to say, she was dealing with feelings the Dean Winchester way. Of course, he’ll argue it wasn’t true, but he knows he won’t win that one.

Now he was sitting awkwardly in Jody’s living room watching Kaia and Patience play with Jack on the floor while Claire and Cas had a yelling match in the privacy of the backyard. Well, Claire was yelling while Cas was trying very hard to keep his tone even, which only made Claire angrier.

“I’m done talking to you!” Claire slid the glass door open and stormed through the living room.

“Then try listening to me!” Cas followed behind her, watching as she walked straight past the living room and towards the front door. “Claire. Claire, where are you going?”

She whipped around to glare daggers at Cas, eyes wide filled with tears, but she still looked at him with a pained grimace. “Did you even think of me? When you were out there being a damn hero. Did you-Did you think of me?” Her voice breaking on the last word made Dean flinch.

“Claire, of course-”

“No. No, of course, you didn’t. Cause if you did, then you wouldn’t have-” She bit her cheek as tears started to fall. She stood tall, presenting as strong, as her expression hardened. “You left me, Castiel. And now I-I don’t,” She looked around the room. It was quiet as everyone watched the interaction before her eyes landed on a little Jack in Kaia’s arms. She clicked her tongue before turning back to the door. “I’m leaving.”

“Claire.” Cas tried following her, but Dean quickly rushed up to stop him. “Dean. I may not have my strength, but I will-”

“Calm down, Rocky,” Dean had a hand on Cas’s shoulder to stop him. “I just wanted to stop you from making it worse.”

“I don’t think I can. She hates me.”

“She doesn’t.” He assures his boyfriend with a little smile, but Cas simply rolled his eyes at him. “Okay, you stay here. Talk to your son, and I’ll go talk to the other kid.”

“Oh yeah? What are you going to say to her?”

“I don’t know, but like you said before. Two fuck up’s just understand each other.”

“I didn’t say-”

“Yeah. Yeah. Just let me handle this. You trust me, right?”

Cas made a face at that, not answering quickly enough before he said, “Just bring her home.”

“Gee. Thanks for the confidence, babe.”

Dean ran after Claire, forcing his way to her passenger side as she started to back up on the driveway.

“Thanks for waiting, kid. Where we going?” Dean buckled up just in time for Claire to slam the breaks. Unfortunately, he hit his head on the front dash because the damn seat was scooted forward, his knees were practically pressed against his chest, which made sense knowing a tiny Kaia would usually occupy the seat. “Ow.”

“You aren’t going anywhere. Get out.”

Dean ignored her scary and oddly familiar glare as he pushed the seat back so his legs could fit. “Oh, come on. My treat.”

She didn’t have time to argue because Cas walked out of the front door—his trust in him really was lacking—and Claire decided that dealing with Dean was much easier than having to talk to Cas again. But, of course, he would take that as a compliment.

Claire drove with loud rocker girl music vibrating the windows and didn’t stop until she finally parked outside some ice cream shop.

“I want a shake.” She sniffled, and Dean did his best to ignore her red blotchy eyes for her sake.

“Sure, kid.”

They drank their shakes and shared some fries while sitting on top of Claire’s ugly little red. Well, she sat, and he leaned, but either way, silence remained.

He didn’t want to pressure her to talk—she would probably lie if he did—but still, he wanted to ease the tension between Cas and her, salvage a relationship he knew was important to both of them, but he didn’t know where to start.

Maybe he could start with his own guilt.

“I’m sorry.” He cleared his throat as he felt the smooth ice cream start to turn to gum down his throat. He looked down at his shake, lifting the straw up and down to hear the gloppy sound while trying to figure out what to say to her.

She hummed, “‘bout what?”

“Not telling you. About Cas. What happened to him.” He sighed and looked back at her. “Sorry. I should have called, but I wasn’t—I was a mess. I couldn’t be there for you. I couldn’t even be there for Jack. I should have-”

“It’s okay.” She waved her hand up to stop him. “I-I get it. I mean, it’s not, but whatever.”

“So, are you gonna tell me why you’re mad?”

She rolled her eyes, once again the gesture was familiar, before slamming the shake on the hood and sliding off the car. She crossed her arms over her chest, looking so small as she kicked a pebble on the floor.

“He replaced me.”

Her voice was quiet. Almost like she didn’t want to admit it out loud.

“I know it’s stupid and-and I’m acting like a child, but…” She quickly sniffled again before running her hand through her hair nervously. Looking up to stare into the darkening sky, acting like everything was okay. “He’s not my Dad, but he’s the closest thing I have, and I just thought—I just thought that maybe he felt the same way.”

She shrugged, her lips pinching together as if trying to hold something back, before retaking control of her expression. A glare directed towards Dean replaced the lost child stare into the stars, but the lost child was still there.

“Kid…” Dean sighed, head scrambling for words.

“I’m not a kid.”

“You’ll always be a kid to me.”

Claire teased with a little smirk. She definitely learned this from Dean or Jody. “Whatever you say, old man.”

“Old—Claire.” She let out a breath of a laugh before rolling her eyes away from Dean. “I’m trying to be serious. Cas… he loves you. He-he loves you like you were his own.” She didn’t look at him, but he could see her face scrunch up, ready to argue. “He worries about you constantly, and Jack knows all about you because he won’t shut up about how awesome you are.”

“He says that? He says I’m awesome?”

“Well, awesome is my word, but you get the gist.” He turns to face her even though she doesn’t meet his gaze. “Cas may not be your Dad, but he loves you like a daughter. Sometimes—yeah, a lot of the time actually—he makes stupid decisions, but it’s cause he is trying his best. And he cares. That dumbass cares way too much about the damn world, but he’s also someone who would give up the whole world if it meant keeping you safe.”

“Stop making excuses for him!”

“Claire, you gotta believe me. He didn’t mean to hurt you.”

She finally turned to look at him. “But he did. He hurt me! He left me!”

“He left me too!” Dean raised his voice; it sounded broken to admit such a thing out loud. And to Claire of all people. He slumped down against the car again and looked at the ground to ignore her big blue eyes throwing sympathy glares his way. “He left me—more times than you know. And—and don’t tell anyone I told you this—but I…I was scared. Each goddamn time I’m scared that this may be it! That this time…this time he won’t come back to me.”

“But he did.” Her voice sounded so far away.

“Yeah. Had to work a little bit harder on my end, but I got him.” He reached over and patted her shoulder. “We got him back.”

Something in the way her eyes went cold and far away made his fight drain out. He didn’t know what else he could do or say, but he opened his arms just in time to have her fall against him. His face mushed into her curls while he hugged her tight into his chest.

“Were you mad at Cas?”

Dean thought about it for a second. “No. I mean, I was at first. That asshole got himself killed over and over again. Leaving me alone.”

“But you had Sam. Jack.”

“Yeah,” Dean pulled back and looked down at her. “Well, you had Jody. Kaia. Alex. Patience and even Donna. Made it any easier for you?”

“No.”

“No.” He chuckled while she hid her face from him, asking him to continue. “But I was mad at him. Real fucking pissed, actually. At him. At…at everyone. Sam and Jack didn’t even wanna be near me.” He tries to shake off those dark memories of screaming and feeling nothing but agonizing loneliness. “I just shut down and gave up on…a lot of things because he was gone. Couldn’t really see a point, you know?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“I get why you’re mad, Claire. Trust me, I do, but he’s back now.”

“And I’m just supposed to forgive him? Did you just forgive him?”

Dean shrugged, looking back down at her sad baby blues. Hoping she would understand and that she won’t tease him about it later on. “I didn’t want to waste any time being mad at him. I love him too much.”

“Gross.” She pushed him away this time, tucking her hair behind her ear before smiling at him. It reminded him of Jack’s little shy smile. “But I-I think you’re right. Maybe I’m done wasting time.”

They drove back with the music luckily a little lower but Dean just watched Claire drive with a growing smile on his face. He’s gonna have to admit that Cas was right, two messed up people can really relate and help each other out.

When they walked into the house, Dean took Jody from marching over to Claire to lecture her. “Just wait,” he whispered to her, and luckily she listened to him. They both held their breath as Claire walked over to Cas—who looked like he had been sitting in that seat freaking out since they left—and asked if they could try talking outside again. He blinked up at her a few times before nodding, following her to the backyard again.

Everyone let out a sigh of relief when the glass door closed behind them.

“Dean.” He looked up towards his kid, who reached for him from Kaia’s arms on the couch. Dean quickly walked over to pick him up, pressing a kiss to his head while trying not to let guilt eat at him. “Is Dad okay?”

“Don’t worry, bud.” Dean watched Jack’s eyes that showed how much he has experienced, how much he understood. “He’ll be fine.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

On the drive back, Cas had a smile plastered across his face. They hadn’t had a chance to talk about what happened, considering Cas walked in, ready to introduce Jack to Claire. Then Cas spent the rest of the night watching his kids getting along, looking the happiest Dean had seen him in a really long time.

“So, what did you and Claire talk about?”

Cas hummed before looking up at Dean as if just remembering that he was there. “Oh. Um, she just made me promise her something.”

“And what’s that?”

“Same thing I promised you. Don’t get dead anymore.”

“Oh. Good. Keep that promise.”

“I’ll do my best.” Cas looked back at Jack before he leaned over and pressed a kiss on Dean’s cheek. “I have a lot to live for now. A family.”

A family. Yeah.

Dean took a peek at Jack with the mirror and then watched as Cas changed his phone background pic to one of Claire spinning Jack around in the living room.

They were a real family.

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