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Also if anyone does want to turn this into a fanfiction (or has already) please send me the link! I would love to read it!
I can't tell if this is a good idea or not, but is anyone interested in writing a Miles Morales from Earth 42 (Prowler Miles) x Female or Gender-Neutral reader fanfic? Where the reader is like an alternate version of The Spot, as in they have pretty much the exact same personality and abilities as The Spot, except they're a teenager, a bit of a goody-two-shoes, spacy, and instead of trying to be a villain, they try to help people and try to (awkwardly and clumsily) stop The Prowler. Imagine their interactions are like the scene where Miles meets The Spot, except Miles is the one robbing the place. (I know that sounds weird).
And they eventually end up liking each other.
The reader keeps their original body shape/figure, and height but besides that, they pretty much look like The Spot. And instead of being a scientist who worked at Alchemex (I hope I spelled that right) they were just a normal teen?
Maybe they went on a field trip to Alchemax and got distracted and somehow accidentally got stuck in, or wandered into, the Collider, turning them into The Spot?
Sorry if this is a bad idea, or if anything I said was too specific or confusing. This is my first time posting something on Tumblr, so I'm also sorry if this was kind of awkward to read. But would anyone be interested in writing something like this? Or would anyone else be interested in reading something like this?
You’re spoiling.
I sometimes imagine that they are FINE AND THEY LOVE EACH OTHER NO MATTER WHAT AND BILL IS NOT FUCKING EXISTING. … Of course when I’m sad.
Ooor Bill could exist but Roderick knows about everything and he is trying to help William! c:
…No, it’s not like that I’m thinking about The Cipher Project AU! everyday…
Fun fact - I have been too lazy to go for a water so I used wine for watercolors. …DRUNK ART, BECAUSE WHY NOT.
… I know they can’t be happy but… why they can’t be happy? Why…?
Can I add one more to the table?
Tessa James Elliot as Maisie Lockwood
Murder Drones Characters Represented with Jurassic Park/Jurassic World Dinosaurs
Uzi Doorman as a Pyroraptor
N as the Indoraptor
V as a Therizinosaurus
J as the Indominus Rex
Doll as a Dilophosaurus
Lizzy as a Gallimimmus
Khan Doorman as Minmi
Thad as Muttaburrasaurus
Sam as Stygimoloch
Darren as Dryosaurus
Rebecca as Struthimimmus
Alice as Dimorphodon
Baun as Lystrosaurus
Braiden as Homocephale
The Sentinels as the Troodontids
Cyn as Scorpius Rex
between takes | 05
as a fluffer for a popular porn star, your focus is to keep him hard and performing on set. turns out he's not the only thing that's hard.
pairing: porn star!jk x f fluffer!reader
genre: porn star au, fluff, angst, smut
word count: 5k
warnings: a little angst, otherwise nothing
rating: NC-17 – Adults Only
masterlist
part 5/6 (?)
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Jeongguk is hands down the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. Scratch that; he’s the most attractive person you’ve ever laid eyes on. After waking up at right past eight a.m., in a quiet and still room and with a lovely warmth enveloping your body, you turned around in his arms, taking the time to admire him.
He didn’t react when you pushed against his chest to create some space between you in order to look at his face, and he didn’t react when you lifted your hand to run it through his black hair, either. Well, he stirred a little, but showed no signs of waking up. You don’t know if staring at his sleeping face while considering your situation does you any good, but it’s definitely hard to stop.
After ten more minutes of slowly and gently brushing his soft hair away from his pretty face, you roll out of bed, quietly and carefully heading for the bathroom. It’s when you’ve peed and changed into your own clothes that you catch your reflection in the mirror.
You lift your hand to trace the purple marks decorating the skin all from your neck to your shoulders, and something feels uncomfortably heavy in your stomach.
Maybe you’re reading too much into things, but it feels symbolic how your skin is littered in faint bruises and bites while his remains unmarked. You don’t mind that he left them, but it’s another reminder of how you’re entirely his while he can never be yours. At least not in the way that you’d need him to be.
“Should I… not have left those?”
You spin around, coming face to face with Jeongguk, standing in nothing but the same pair of gray sweats he wore to bed and looking at you with worry pooling in his tired but quickly awakening eyes.
“No, it’s fine…”
“Cause you didn’t say I couldn’t or use any of the colors, and…” he trails off as he looks you up and down, taking in what you’re wearing, and his expression turns from worried to hurt, “Were you… sneaking off?”
You shut your eyes briefly. You didn’t know what to do, and sneaking off seemed like the least painful option.
“Jeongguk…”
He takes another step into the bathroom, his eyes wide. “If I did something… I’m really sorry. You should’ve told me, you should’ve used the colors. You can’t expect me to know unless you tell me.”
“It’s not that,” you assure, looking up at him. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Then why were you going to leave without telling me?”
You feel your whole body fill with a bland sort of sadness.
“I thought you realized as well that this was a one-time thing, and so I thought leaving before you woke up would make things easier. For both of us.”
“A one-time thing?” he repeats, looking at you and appearing absolutely heartbroken. “But I–I thought…”
You share his palpable disappointment, you really do. If you could just grab him by the hand and pull him back to his bedroom, you would. If it were an option, you wouldn’t leave his bed or him, ever.
“I thought that…” he continues, “I thought that we fixed it? You like me and I like you, and I’m not interested in anyone else, so if you just trust me, there’s nothing to be insecure about.”
“I know what you said, but it’s not that easy. I want to date you–”
“–Then date me. It’s what I’ve been trying to say; I want to date you.”
“I want to date you, but I can’t. You have sex with them, Jeongguk. I wish it didn’t matter to me, but it does, and I can’t handle that. I want to be devoted to a partner and feel like he’s devoted to me as well. I want to have the mindblowing sex and the soft touches afterward, but I want it just between us. I want it to be up to him if I can leave marks, and I want to know that I’m the only one he fucks and touches like that.”
There’s a short silence as he takes in your words.
“And I can’t give that to you,” he concludes quietly.
“I’m sorry. I hope you know that I don’t judge you for your profession; if anything I’m happy that you’re so successful at something you like to do. But I can’t handle it, I’m sorry.”
“So you’re really leaving? It was just a one-time thing?”
You bite your lip, choosing your words. “I thought you understood what I meant when I explained why I never told you I liked you, and so I assumed it was a collective decision to ignore it for the night. I’m sorry if you regret what we did now, but I just…
You pause. It won’t hurt to be honest, right? In fact, being honest about your feelings might just be the most gentle way.
“I can’t… resist you. Not when you look at me like you did, and it’s really fucking hard right now too because I really, really like you.”
That’s the truth. You’ve… loved him for a long time. He’s warm to you, a comfortable fire in the dead of winter, a best friend, a lover, a partner. He’s joy, and he’s passion and stability. Or that’s what he could’ve been. But letting your heart win would get you burned.
You see how he takes a small step forward, his mouth opening in preparation to say something you assume is to persuade you to give him a shot.
“Don’t.” you interrupt. “I know myself and what I can handle, and this is not it. I don’t want to try and change you just as I don’t want you to try to change me.”
You stop right in front of him. Oh, how you wish you could look past his profession because you want him so, so badly. There’s a moment when all you do is look at each other, and you hope he can tell how sorry you are.
Then, you tear your eyes away from his disappointed brown eyes, and he lets you pass him on your way out of the bathroom.
Quietly, you gather the few belongings you brought into your bag all while he seemingly just stands there and thinks.
It’s only when you’ve put your shoes on and reach for your jacket that he regains his consciousness.
“Let me have your number.”
Your hands halt, your jacket zipped up halfway. You turn to look at him sadly.
He takes a step forward, and your eyes are temporarily drawn to how his abdominal muscles move under his skin.
“You can’t tell me I meant anything to you if you’re just gonna walk out of here forever and never let me see you again? If what we had, not even the sexual aspect, but if I meant anything to you, even as a friend, let me have your number. Let me wish you happy birthday and merry Christmas and such at least?”
It’s your turn to think, and you do think you agree, even if keeping in contact and talking to him seems like it would be very difficult.
“Okay. But please… I’ve made up my mind, but if you text me, even just to sleep with me like this, I won’t be able to say no to you, but you’ll be hurting me.”
He nods eagerly at the chance to remain somewhat in touch, turning around and quickly heading into his bedroom, mumbling something about his phone.
The moment he returns with it, you take the unlocked device from his hand, creating a new contact and putting your number in. Without dwelling on it, you simply save the contact as your name, pressing ‘call,’ and ending it as soon as you hear your own phone ring in your pocket. “Now I have yours too.”
Jeongguk gives you a smile when you hand his phone back, and you can discern every little emotion that his expression consists of. He’s sad and disappointed and hurt that you’re leaving, but he’s holding onto the fact that you haven’t outright cut every line of communication between you. You don’t think he’s waiting and hoping to win you over, at least it feels like he wouldn’t look so sad if that were the case.
And he’s not alone in his emotions. Despite feeling like the coldhearted villain, your body and heart feel heavy too. You’re sad and hurting, but you’re more determined than he is, and leaving with his number in your phone makes it feel… a little easier and not as final, like you won’t actually have to quit him cold turkey even though you know you’ll try.
It turns out that you’re the first one to initiate a short conversation. On September first, two months after your last encounter, you send a ‘Happy birthday, thinking of you’ his way. It wasn’t a difficult decision, and you didn’t delete and retype the words ten times. You guess he’ll be out celebrating with his friends tonight, a lot of them from the company, and you genuinely do hope he has a good time.
It takes ten minutes of silence before your phone dings, and you unlock it. There are two messages sent in quick succession.
‘Thank you. Missing you.’
‘I hope that’s okay for me to say, I just wanted you to know that you’re missed.’
Like earlier, you don’t need a lot of time to choose your words–or non-words. He knows that you miss him too, otherwise you wouldn’t have texted him. So you send him a red heart, a motionless symbol that you can practically feel bursting with meaning and unspoken words. He sends one just like it back.
When snow is falling and Christmas rolls around, you’re not surprised when he reaches out. Though you were expecting another text and not a phone call. Seeing his name on the screen has a small smile pulling on your lips, and you excuse yourself from the dinner table, swiping to answer, and putting the phone to your ear.
“Hello?”
“Hey, how are you?” he asks, and warmth spreads through your entire body at the sound of his voice. God, how you miss him.
“I’m doing alright,” you smile to yourself. “You?”
“I’m doing alright too. I just wanted to wish you a merry Christmas. Oh, and Wendy keeps asking for your number, is it okay for me to give it to her?”
The mention of Wendy has another burst of warmth circling your system.
“Yeah, it’s okay. But warn her that I’m not coming to any of your work outings.”
“Cause I’m there?” he concludes lightheartedly, but you know the sadness that lies behind it.
“Yeah.”
“I don’t know if I should be offended that you don’t want to see me, or if I should take it as a compliment that you find me so irresistible that seeing me would make you jump my bones.”
You laugh. “I hate to say it but it’s definitely the latter. Would you stop me, though?”
“No, definitely not.”
“See, that’s the problem.”
The line goes silent, and you keep smiling sadly to yourself. His voice brings so many memories, but he’s absolutely right; you still find him way too irresistible.
“Merry Christmas, Jeongguk.”
Wendy soon starts to text you, and you talk a lot about your lives, but even though a big part of hers still more or less revolves around Jeongguk, she talks a surprisingly small amount about him, just says now and again that he misses you and that things aren’t the same without you. You ask her what she knows, and she says that Jeongguk told her briefly about what happened.
She inquires encouragingly about your dating life, but you buckle and admit that as long as Jeongguk is the only man you can think about, which he’ll probably be for at least another year or two (maybe even forever honestly), you’re not doing any dating. Which is true, and whatever little spark was between you and Doyoung dwindled. He’s still one of your closest friends, but you both realized you weren’t meant for each other.
You weren’t lying when you told Wendy that Jeongguk is the only man you think about because no matter the time or day, you find yourself thinking of his laughter and his smiling eyes and his dimple, and when you close your eyes, you see his arms, his fingers, veins, and tattoos. It’s like you can almost feel his warm skin under the palms of your hands, and sometimes, when you’re alone in your apartment, you think back to that moment in his kitchen. His body behind yours in the dark, his breath in your hair. How he carried you back to bed and had you sleep in his arms. It’s easy to feel lonely.
The next text you receive hits your phone in the middle of January, and it’s the first time you hear from Jeongguk since Christmas. You didn’t get a text on New Year’s, but you can’t blame him since you were preoccupied, yourself. It’s a longer one, evident by the preview on your locked screen.
You grab your phone from the desk where you’re working, moving your coffee mug out of the way.
‘I know you said no to work outings, but we’re celebrating some stuff, including my 250th movie, and Wendy really misses you. I told her that I wanted to respect your decision, so she’s not letting me out of sight all night, which means you can’t jump my bones unless you decide to do it in front of her.’
His message, although true, has you chuckling to yourself. Locking the phone, you bite your lip, considering. A work outing with a lot of people. People you used to work with as well and who you miss. If Jeongguk is the center of attention then you probably won’t find yourself alone with him, and if Wendy knows, she can keep you and him in line. You take a big breath.
‘Fine :) When and where?”
The elevator ride up to the building’s top floor is understandably much longer than to those housing the sets you used to work on. You tap your foot anxiously and pull a little on your dress. It’s nothing special; an ordinary, mid-length, black dress, though you really do like the off shoulder detail. You did your hair like you normally do, and your makeup as well. Wendy said it wasn’t a super fancy event, just dress up a little bit, but there’s no need to go all out unless you wanted to.
Although definitely being aware of the celebrations, you’re caught off guard when the elevator doors open. Just in the small connecting corridor between the elevators and the big, open main hall, there are balloon arches and what looks like trails of… confetti, all in the same blue and silver color scheme.
Stepping out of the elevator, you follow the sound of music and people chattering, rounding a corner and spotting the celebrators. They’re maybe 50 in total, spread out in different clusters, holding drinks and having a good time.
There are more decorations inside, a few regular balloon arches but there’s also a large, silver ‘250’ that takes up a good portion of a wall. Wow, they’ve really made an effort. You can’t recall anyone getting a party this big for a milestone like that, but then again, you weren’t always aware of the ‘after work’ specials simply because you were already on your way home, trying to calm your heart after a day with Jeongguk and needing to catch up on either school work or just work.
Besides the balloons and confetti, there are… birds? They’re not too many, but they’re definitely there, and it's… weird. Jimin holds a string connected to a round balloon with some sort of seagull on it, one of the more well-liked sound guys is wearing those party glasses, the ones in the shape of two kiwi birds. In the distance, you see a pink flamingo hat, its wearer walking across the floor.
Certainly odd, you blink, spotting Jeongguk talking to a few other actors with a beer bottle in his hand, and your heart skips a beat. He’s wearing a loose, short-sleeved black dress shirt, the first few buttons undone and showing a deep glimpse of his winter-pale chest. The shirt is tucked into his black pants, and he wears his just as black hair parted a little to the side.
One of the other men you recognize as Namjoon, another adult actor, and although you can’t see the third man’s face, you assume by his stature that it’s one of the company’s directors.
Before you can make a decision whether to approach Jeongguk yet or not, someone else spots you. Someone closer. And louder. Wendy. You turn your head in the direction of her shriek back, watching her light up like a child on Christmas.
“Wendy,” you greet, smiling from ear to ear as she attacks you with a hug. You feel awful for the way you treated her when you let the hurt and disappointment regarding your situation with Jeongguk color your interactions with her as well. Truth be told, she’s been a great friend.
“Hi! Oh my God, I’m so happy you could make it! You want a drink? Here, let’s get you one.”
Ten seconds later, you have a beer in your hand, sipping it while you listen to how much Wendy missed you and to the recap of work drama she offers.
“So, have you spoken to him yet?” she suddenly asks, eyes curious.
“Uh, no. I arrived like a few seconds before you caught me. Thought I’d say hi whenever there’s a better opportunity. Don’t want to interrupt him and his friends.”
“Okay,” she says, surprisingly laid back. You guess she realizes you wouldn’t show up here without intending to speak to him. It eases your feelings, because you were half convinced she’d drag you by your arm and try to pair you up.
For a few minutes, you talk to Wendy and her stylist coworkers, some of whom you’ve definitely met before as they followed their own actors from set to set.
“Hey.”
If you couldn’t identify the person behind you by the sound of his voice, Wendy’s wide smile would’ve given it away anyway.
With your heart skipping a beat, you turn around, beer still in hand, and meet Jeongguk’s eyes that look down at you warmly. “Glad you could make it.”
Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Wendy signaling something to the others, and a second later, they’ve dispersed, leaving you and Jeongguk at the edge of the celebrations.
“Me too. 250? That’s impressive. Congratulations. Didn’t know it was such a huge deal.” Lifting the drink to your lips, you peer around the room again. “Also, what’s with the birds?”
“Yeah,” Jeongguk chuckles, “Thank you. The birds are… just a stupid and slightly embarrassing inside joke. It would take me an hour to explain, and I’d lose brain cells doing so.”
The grin he wears is infectious, reminding you of just how handsome he really is. Luckily for both of you, he stands a respectable distance away, so there’s no excuse for you to reach out and touch him even though he’s making it really, really hard not to.
In your mind, you recount all the times you’ve had a hand on his chest, on his shoulders, or the back of his neck. You replay some sections of the night where you had your fingers in his hair and accidentally created pale half-moons on his back.
“So, how’s life treating you?” he wonders, breaking you out of your thoughts. It looks like he’s genuinely curious, and you suspect he really is; after all, he often listened intently to your rants and life updates. But this feels like treading dangerous waters.
“Uhm, good. I’ve been good. Settled in nicely at work, and I might actually get a promotion.”
“What? Really? That’s great, congratulations! I guess we need to celebrate that as well.”
You take another sip of beer, smiling. “Thank you. Uhm, I think we should maybe join the others,” you give him a knowing smile, and he looks around to see that the previously closest cluster of people has moved away from you and toward the drinks.
“Alright.”
You join Wendy’s group again, and although you feel his eyes on you from time to time, there isn’t really a good opportunity for Jeongguk to speak to you alone again. Honestly, it relieves you. You’re happy to celebrate him, you really are, but you’re deathly aware of the fact that if he were to get you alone, even just around a corner from the others, you’d climb him.
And considering what happened the last time you saw him, you’re not so sure he’d stop you, which in turn would leave you even more heartbroken than before when things are the way they are. If there’s anything you know, it’s that you are so, so jealous of Joy, who gets paid to have her hands all over him. You don’t even want to think about what they do every day on set and whether she’s expressed any limits at all. For all you know, he could be fucking her in every position between takes. Fortunately for you and your raging jealousy, you haven’t seen her at the event.
It’s been a little more than an hour when someone taps your shoulder, interrupting your conversation with Yeri and Wendy. To no one’s surprise, it’s Jeongguk again.
Licking his lips, he looks down at you, appearing… serious? “I have something I’d like to talk to you about.”
“Everything okay?” you ask, worry growing.
Despite promising yourself you wouldn’t ever find yourself remotely alone with him again, you let him lead you out of earshot from the others. He looks around as if to make sure no one’s watching too closely. From behind him, you notice Wendy glancing your way, looking hopeful, but what did you expect?
“Yeah. Everything’s fine.”
“So… what did you want?”
He smiles a small yet… hopeful smile. “Go out with me.”
You sigh heavily, your gaze falling. “Jeongguk…”
“No, listen, please. I know what you said, I do. But this…” he gestures to the room, “it’s not only a celebration of my 250th movie; it’s a ‘good luck’ party. On Monday, I start my second to last week at Adam & Eve.”
You don’t know what to say, but somewhere in your mind, you notice that the people around you have started to quiet down, some whispers and happy chattering heard instead.
“You’re… quitting?” Your voice is quiet as you try to make sense of what he’s saying. He has to be lying? Right?
Still smiling, he nods. “I’ve felt for quite some time now that, while it’s been great, it’s time for me to do something else. You helped me realize that too, actually, because my days working here were fun, but working here wasn’t the only thing that made it fun. Or the biggest contributor, even.”
Your head is empty, and you don’t dare breathe. Behind him, you notice a few people observe you with big smiles on their faces. Not everyone is looking, in fact, a majority aren’t, but some are evidently waiting for your reaction. Noticing your attention lying elsewhere, Jeongguk peers over his shoulder.
“Fuck, I told her not to tell people,” he groans quietly, “I guess I have myself to blame cause we all know Wendy can’t keep a secret.”
That is definitely true.
“I… don’t understand? You’re quitting? Why? To do what?”
“I’m going back to school. To be a director.”
His eyes sparkle, and you realize that yeah, that is exactly what he should be doing. You used to listen to his suggestions, how he said the films would be more intriguing if they simply let him do this or that. And you’d agree.
“Anyway… I wanted to tell you that I have dinner reservations in forty-five minutes. If you don’t want to go, you don’t have to; I told Namjoon he could take his girlfriend if you’re not up for it. But I hope that you are. I hope that… you still want me, and that you might give me a chance?”
It feels as if you’ve been carrying armor made of the strongest, heaviest steel and without the ability to move any of your limbs within it. You’ve been so scared of falling off the line you’ve been tiptoeing, only to find out it was just painted on the floor. Jeongguk is quitting, and he’s asking you out? In a few seconds, the armor cracks down the middle, falling to the floor, and you feel the most intense relief you think you’ve ever felt.
Nodding eagerly and honestly on the brink of tears, you nearly throw yourself at him. He feels warm when you put your arms around his waist and lean your cheek against his chest, holding him tightly.
Surprised at the intensity of your confirmation, he chuckles as he hugs you back, swaying the two of you back and forth. You think you hear people aw in the distance, but you’re too focused on your sudden ability to breathe again. He’s so warm and he smells so nice and he’s…
“You’re… mine?”
Hugging you even closer, he chuckles again.
“Yeah. All yours,” he confirms, “Only yours.”
But it’s not what you expected, coming here. It’s too much, and you feel the dam burst and how quiet but very emotional tears wet your eyes. They flow and they just won’t stop.
He’s yours.
“Are you crying?”
“Yeah,” you sniffle.
Of course, you are. There is nothing describing the relief, the overwhelming happiness that courses through your body.
Jeongguk brushes your hair away from your face, and someone in the background cheers. Another person whistles, and so it starts. The clapping and cheering in that way that never actually happens. You hear voices approach, Wendy and Taehyung among a few others, and you take a few deep breaths, trying to calm yourself.
“So… does Ken, like, come with the outfits?” you ask, leaning away and dabbing away a tear with the back of your hand.
Jeongguk looks at you, not understanding. “Huh?”
“Do you come with the outfits? I’d say they’ve gotta give you at least one as a ‘thank you’ present, right?”
You don’t think you’ve ever seen such a happy smile on Jeongguk’s face, and from your left, you hear Taehyung snicker.
“What?” you ask, because it’s a very reasonable request, actually.
“I’ll ask,” Jeongguk promises, an amused glint in his eye. “Which one?”
Though outfit after outfit and role after role flash before your eyes, a few immediately come to mind.
“The SWAT team member,” you say, and you ignore the way Taehyung laughs but you do swat a chuckling Wendy’s arm. “Oh. And the firefighter.”
What’s great about having stylist friends is that whatever makeup you cried off is retouched. Taehyung–talking with Namjoon–and his stylist keep you company while Wendy has gone off in search of a new eyeliner for you.
Meanwhile, you can’t help but watch Jeongguk as he makes his way through the crowd, thanking them for coming. He had to practically pry you off him, promising he’d be back, and you hope he hurries because you’re feeling very cold without him. A man gives him the typical man handshake before whistling like a bird, to which you definitely see Jeongguk roll his eyes.
“What’s with the bird thing?” you ask curiously, eyes following Jeongguk as he hugs his friends.
“Hm?” Taehyung grins, “You don’t know?”
Confused, you feel your forehead wrinkle. You can’t recall anything about porn having anything to do with birds.
“No?”
“It’s an old joke in the business; I for sure thought you’d heard about it,” Taehyung explains, eyes watching you with amusement. “Jeongguk has fallen victim to the nesting death. It’s often what kills a male porn star; finding a woman and stepping down for her. He’s trying to build a new life, a new nest. For him and for you. Maybe collect some blue stones to court you in the process,” he laughs, nodding to the blue balloons. “Wendy let it slip, and so we wanted to make a little discreet brotherly fun of him.”
Jeongguk returns just as Wendy puts the cap back onto the eyeliner, deeming your makeup presentable once more. You smile at her, not sure who of you is happier at the moment.
“Ready to go?” Jeongguk grins, his attention whole-heartedly on you.
You bite your lip, nodding excitedly.
“Be safe. Tweet, tweet,” Taehyung smirks, backing up to avoid the swatting of Jeongguk’s fist.
“Idiot,” Jeongguk complains, rolling his eyes.
Then, he turns around, looking happily at you with his hand held out for you to grab. And you do.
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author's note: here it is, i hope you liked it!!
So thrilled to see @nimsays-stuff painting one of my photographs Amazing artwork Love the colors and also the details. Looks so realistic
Photo by @anxhelotosuni Painting by me ✨
I tried hard to make it look realistic, this is how it turned into 👉👈
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I couldn't agree more!! *distant sobbing*
The grass is always greener on the other side.
there's this single line which always got me sobbing and then got me to overthink...
the parents grow up with the first child, they learn how to be a parent while trying to be a parent for the eldest one.
sometimes the child becomes a "project" that needs to be dealt with, and the parents feel that having the most impressive things highlighted on the "project" would get them an award from the world.
it has always been like my eldest daughter know how to sing, she knows how to dance, she is a debate champion, she is going to be the best artist one day, she is a "multitasker". blah blah blah.
along with that she gains the trust of the parents, they love her, she's shouldered to a lot of big responsibilities.
the parents actually act like proper "parents" for the second one. be it a girl or a boy, they get the attention, the support to choose anything they want to do, they are pampered more.
now, I'm not saying that I'm jealous of my sibling who got all the benefits of being the second child, but some tiny little bit of my heart just wants to look at the possibilities of what if i was the second one?
how lovely would that be?
or would that turn out even more difficult?
the constant reminder that they have to be like the eldest daughter. the mentality of being better than the eldest one is forced upon them somehow.
"look at your sister, she's so responsible, try to be like her. learn something from her."
"your sister is so good at maths, can't believe you failed in maths"
and the list never ends.
the grass is always greener on the other side.
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I just might have to, because at the rate my fic is going there's not gonna be g/t for a bit lol
Lmk if there's any specific characters or if it's an insert (or maybe you don't care lol) 👀
Y'all in the g/t community, I just finished season 6 of Lost and there is absolutely no g/t of this show ANYWHERE?? I have searched ao3, Tumblr, even Wattpad and there is absolutely nothing. The Lost community is lacking in any sort of fics and it makes me so sad 😭 I just may have to make some myself, especially g/t because I know I cannot be the only person who would enjoy that
For anyone who doesn't know what Lost is, it's a show made in 2004 about these people who plane crashed on an island and it recently got added to Netflix go watch it go go go