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Office Hours, Part 31
Summary: Lorelei Browning has just secured a job as an assistant professor at Exeter College in Oxford. Naturally, she is eager to prove herself and meet every challenge sent her way, but what she does not expect is the tall, handsome stranger who will quickly become much more than a colleague.
Relationship: Richard Armitage x OC (Professor AU)
Word Count: 4.1k
Rating: E
A/N: Hi everyone! It feels like I blinked and suddenly I haven't updated this story in over 7 months, ooops 🙈 I moved abroad and went back to school in September to start a postgraduate degree, so I've had very little time to write over the past few months. I hope you can all forgive me and are still interested in Lorelei and Richard's story! If you are, I've tried to make this chapter extra special... 😈
Before I know it, the spring break is over, and I am drowning in emails, deadlines, and assignments to correct. Thankfully, however, the telltale signs of summer bloom across Oxford as the term unfolds. The air, once crisp, now carries a gentle warmth, accompanied by the hum of bees and the fragrance of blooming flowers along the banks of the River Cherwell, which beckons scholars and locals alike to punting excursions. Days lengthen, inviting late-night strolls through narrow cobblestone streets while the evening sky blends into hues of soft pastels. The fast-approaching exams threaten the leisurely atmosphere of the city, but when I walk through the sunlit streets with Richard’s hand holding onto mine, I feel as though time stands still; there are no exams, no piles of unmarked essays on my desk, and Richard is here, and he is not leaving. Not now. Not ever.
I try to be happy and excited for him—I am—but with each passing day, it becomes harder and harder to imagine being thousands of miles away from each other. But we have many things to look forward to; in a few days, we will officially be on summer holiday, and I will move in with Richard. That is what I need to focus on. His imminent departure looms over us, but it does not change the fact that we love each other and are determined to make this work. A year ago, I was offered a lecturer post at Exeter College. It was more than I had ever dreamed of, and I thought life could not get any better. Little did I know I would meet Richard and fall in love with him. The past few months have been a whirlwind, and it still surprises me how fast things have progressed between Richard and me—how quickly he has come to mean the world to me. The thought of losing him terrifies me, but we have been through so much already, so I have to believe that we can get through this next year.
“Lorelei?” A knock and a familiar rumbling voice pull me back to the present moment.
Richard stands in the doorway to my office, one hand resting against the aged wooden frame as he smiles at me. The unbuttoned collar of his white shirt draws my attention to his throat and the patch of hair peeking through. Just like the first time we met.
“Hey,” I say with a smile.
“Lost track of time?”
“What?”
“It’s half past four.”
“Oh,” I breathe out as I glance at the time on my phone. “Sorry—I completely lost track of time, yeah. Hope you haven’t been waiting for me too long.”
Richard shakes his head as I throw my laptop and notebooks into my bag, then rush to the door, but he blocks the way with his arm. “You alright?”
“I’m fine,” I reply, smiling at the concern in his voice. “Just have a lot of things on my mind.”
He tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear, and the tender look in his eyes tells me he is thinking of kissing me, but the hallways are busy with students and professors, all rejoicing at the end of the term.
“Good or bad things?” he asks, his hand lingering on my jaw for a moment longer than it should in this environment.
“A little bit of both,” I reply, but when he merely continues to watch me, I sigh. “There’s still so much to do before the move. I haven’t packed any of my clothes or anything from the kitchen—”
“Sweetheart, I told you I’d help you pack. Don’t worry about that.” I nod and offer him a grateful smile. Then he frowns. “That’s not what’s bothering you.”
Sometimes, I wish he did not know me so well. “It’s just the move combined with research deadlines and all the exams I’ll have to correct in a few days,” I say, not wanting to bring up the true cause of my discomfort. I do not want him to feel guilty—he should be excited about this research opportunity, and he deserves nothing less than my unwavering support. “Have you gotten any news on that flat you were interested in?” I ask a few moments later as I lock the door to my office before walking towards the main staircase, trying to appear unphased.
“Not yet, but it’s still early in Boston so maybe I’ll get some news later.”
“Right,” I say with a smile, but it hits me all over again that we will not only be separated by an ocean but by time as well, and the thought of needing to wait hours for a text or call from him when he wakes up each day claws are my heart.
“So I told Michael about Harvard’s offer.”
“How did he take it?” I ask, knowing this was difficult for him as they have been friends and colleagues for many years.
“He took it well. I mean—it’s not like he could do anything if he didn’t like the idea of me leaving for a year; I’m allowed to take time off from teaching for research. That being said, he told me he was happy for me and that it would be great for the department and the college to have one of their professors working with a famous scholar like Stanley Griffin.”
“Just as great as it is for Harvard to have one of their professors working with you, I imagine,” I say, looking up at him.
Richard chuckles skeptically. “Lorelei, he’s Stanley Griffin.” He speaks the scholar's name almost as if he were talking about Shakespeare himself. “His anthologies are used in most English departments.”
“Well, only one of you is a professor at what is arguably the most prestigious university in the world.”
“I guess,” he replies with a sheepish smile that warms my heart.
The sun burns bright in the sky above the dreaming spires, casting long shadows on the cobblestone beneath our feet as we walk through the main quadrangle toward Broad Street. All around us, students rejoice in their newfound freedom, lounging at cafes, iced coffees in hand, discussing summer plans while cyclists whizz by, their wheels clicking against the cobbled paths.
“I can’t believe it’s so warm and sunny today and we have to spend the whole evening indoors for the staff party,” I groan as I step into Richard’s car, throwing my bag on the backseat.
“We don’t have to go,” he says, closing his door and buckling his seatbelt.
“Of course we have to go.”
“Lorelei, these things tend to be really dull. They call it a party but it’s just a room full of tired academics who’d rather be at home or locked in their offices, and they serve ridiculous canapés that leave you starving at the end of the evening. Although, admittedly, there’s always an open bar.”
“Alright, then let’s stop and get burgers on the way and stay close to the bar for the duration of the not-so-party party.” Richard chuckles as he steers out of the parking spot. “Come on, our presence is expected. And it might be the last time you get to see some of our colleagues before you leave.”
He does not say anything for a while, then he reaches out to squeeze my thigh, and I know he, too, is thinking of the long months of loneliness ahead.
In an attempt to change his mind, I intertwine our fingers and smirk as I say, in a light, sing-songy voice, “I bought a new dress for the occasion that I think you’ll really like. It’s navy, and sleeveless—I just hope it’s not too short…”
Richard shakes his head but fails to hide his smile. “I see what you’re trying to do, sweetheart.” As we stop at a red light, Richard notices my expression and sighs. “Alright, let’s go to the stupid party—but we’re not staying too late.”
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It took longer than expected to get ready at my flat. Despite agreeing to attend the event, Richard prevented me from getting dressed with languid kisses and lingering caresses, but eventually, we managed to tear ourselves from each other and leave.
The city is submerged in the sun’s golden farewell to the day when Richard and I arrive at an imposing, Jacobean-style mansion near The Queen’s College, and as we walk through the tall wooden doors and into the main hall, I cannot help but gasp and look up at the ceiling high above us, causing Richard to chuckle.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he says, squeezing my hand as he leads me toward the grand staircase.
I nod. “I think I’d prefer to just walk around the building instead of going to the party,” I begin playfully, but Richard shakes his head.
“Oh, no, no, no,” he says, letting go of my hand to hold my back and push me forward. “You practically dragged me to this thing so you better not leave me for even a second.”
I bite back a smile. “What if I need to go to the loo?”
Richard chuckles. “Okay, you’re not leaving me except to go to the loo.”
The hubbub of conversation and clinking glasses fills the air as we step into the grand room lit by the setting sun and the soft glow of chandeliers hanging from the frescoed ceiling. I spot familiar faces in the crowd while we make our way to the bar, but most people I do not know, so I am grateful for Richard’s reassuring presence, and I already dread having to attend events like these without him next year.
“So here we are,” Richard says dispassionately after we order drinks. “Now do you believe me for saying these things are boring?”
I shake my head in amusement, then bite my lips, suddenly feeling shy.
“What is it, sweetheart? You’re blushing,” he points out with a curious smile.
Hesitantly, I lean in and speak in a soft voice only he can hear. “Would it be less boring if I told you I’m not wearing knickers?”
Richard laughs, but then he catches my eyes and gulps heavily. “Are you—you’re really not—?”
I shake my head, slowly gaining confidence as his eyes darken. He laughs again, the sound deeper and hoarser, telling me exactly how he feels about my styling choice.
“This is a work event!” he playfully chastises me, and I giggle as he brings a hand to my back.
“Well, I just wanted to make sure this party wasn’t too dull for your tastes.”
He smirks. “I now suspect I’ll be feeling unwell or tired rather soon and you’ll have to bring me home earlier than planned.”
“Oh, yes? And how will we spend the rest of the evening once we’re back home?” I ask, feigning innocence.
“Well, for starters, you’ll take off that lovely dress and bend over—”
Heat rises up my neck, and I nearly choke on my drink when, just at that moment, someone calls out to us, forcing us to pull apart suddenly.
“Richard, Lorelei!” Professor Bennett greets us with a kind smile. “I was beginning to wonder if maybe you wouldn’t be joining us.”
Richard glances at me, a cheeky grin illuminating his slightly red face, before turning back to Professor Bennett. “Last-minute outfit crisis,” he replies teasingly, squeezing my waist.
I shake my head, trying to ignore the tingling in my belly caused by his last words to me.
“And this is what you landed on?” Professor Bennett says playfully as he looks Richard up and down, causing me to laugh.
“Well, not everyone has your fashion sense, Michael,” Richard responds with a chuckle.
“Maybe we should start being evaluated on that; that way, I might stand a chance against you and win the teaching award for once.”
Smiling, I look up at Richard and then back at Professor Bennett. “Richard was voted favourite Professor again?”
“He sure was!” he says, raising his glass to Richard.
“How amazing!” I exclaim, momentarily resting my hand on Richard’s chest. “Congrats, love!”
Richard’s grateful smile is made all the more endearing by the faint blush blooming on his cheeks.
“But don’t tell anyone—I haven’t sent out the official announcement yet.”
Professor Bennett then turns to greet a passing colleague, so I lean into Richard. “I know one person who for sure voted for you,” I whisper with a teasing smile, thinking of Jane Taylor and the stars in her eyes when she speaks to him.
“Shut up,” he responds, though he fails to hide his smirk as he pinches my waist, causing me to giggle.
“Hey, there you are!” Natasha’s familiar voice interrupts us, and I turn to see her squeezing her way around a couple of Ph.D. students. We all greet her, but then she notices Richard and seems to hesitate for a second before she says, “Apparently, congratulations are in order!” Richard smiles shyly. “Working with Stanley Griffin—that’s exciting!”
“Yeah, it is,” Richard replies with a nod, though he momentarily tightens his hold on me.
“I must say, thank God for you, Lorelei,” Professor Bennett begins, causing me to frown in curiosity, “under different circumstances, I’d be worried about losing Richard to Harvard forever, but I know as long as you’re in Oxford, he’ll be coming back,” he says with a fond smile.
I chuckle, then try to come up with a playful response, but I cannot ignore the heaviness in my heart. How can I miss him already when he is still here, holding me tight?
Thankfully, Richard steps in. “Don’t worry, Michael, you won’t even get a chance to miss me. I’ll be coming back periodically to check in on my postgrad students—that sort of thing…”
“Yes, sure. For the students, of course,” Professor Bennett says teasingly, and from the corner of my eyes, I notice Richard staring at me longingly, and heat rises to my cheeks.
As they continue to joke around, Natasha catches my eye and gestures for me to follow her. I reassure Richard I will be right back, then step aside, concerned by the frown on her face.
Once we are far enough from the others, she reached out to caress my arm and asks, “How are you feeling?”
I gulp, suddenly understanding her previous hesitation. “I’m fine.”
She nods slowly, biting on her lower lip. “So he’s leaving for a year…”
I nod, struggling to gather the strength to respond in words.
“That must be really tough for you.”
“Yeah, it is, but… we’ll make it work.”
“So you guys aren’t—aren’t breaking up or anything, are you?”
“Oh, no!”
She lets out a deep sigh of relief. “Oh, thank God! When I heard the news earlier today all I could think of was…” She trails off and laughs nervously. “You guys can make it work. I know you can.”
I smile. “Yeah, I hope so.” Then my smile widens. “Actually, I’m moving in with him.”
“Really?” she exclaims, her eyes lighting up in genuine happiness.
“Yes! We want to make the most of the time we have together before he leaves, and this makes it a little easier to reassure ourselves that we’ll get through this together.”
Natasha nods and squeezes my arm. “I’m so happy for you two!”
“Thanks,” I reply, grateful for her friendship. Then I notice Richard eyeing me from the bar, but before I can say anything, Natasha smiles in understanding.
“Alright, go back to your man,” she teases. “I just really wanted to make sure you were okay. I’ll go see if I can find Sarah somewhere.”
I give Natasha a quick hug before making my way back toward Richard, who is now conversing with two men I do not know. As soon as he notices me, he excuses himself from the conversation and, wrapping one arm around my waist, pulls me slightly to the side of the bar, away from prying ears.
“Everything okay?” he asks in concern.
“Yeah, Natasha just wanted to check in and make sure I was alright given… you know…”
Richard nods, then looks down at me with an exaggerated pout. “You left me alone when you said you wouldn’t.”
“So needy,” I tease as I rest a hand against his solid chest, my fingers absently playing with the unbuttoned collar of his shirt. “You were talking with Michael so I figured you wouldn’t mind.”
“Okay, new rule: when we’re at an event and you tell me you’re not wearing any knickers, you have to stay within arm’s reach.”
I burst out laughing, though heat rises to my cheeks at his rumbled words. “Alright, I can abide by that rule.”
“You better.” He smirks before leaning in to kiss me. His lips are soft and warm against mine, sweetened by the wine he has sipped. I can feel passion simmering deep within him, and when I reluctantly pull away sometime later, all too aware of our surroundings, Richard groans quietly. He then takes one quick glance around the room before leaning in conspiringly. “I think we might be able to sneak out of here for a little bit,” he says in a quiet voice, then gulps, and I am momentarily distracted by the movement of his Adam’s apple. “You know, to explore the building like you wanted.”
“Right. To explore the building,” I repeat, smiling innocently. He finishes his drink in one big gulp, then winks as he takes my hand to lead me out of the crowded room.
The sound of our shoes against the polished stone floor echoes through the long hallway as we search for a more private place to continue the evening, failing to contain our laughter as we try door after door, in vain. We have nearly reached the other end of the building when we finally stumble upon an unlocked door. We cast furtive glances around us to make sure we are alone before slipping inside what turns out to be a small reading room with bookshelf-lined walls and a few rows of desks, illuminated only by the lamposts in the street below. The sweet, earthy scent of aged paper and leather-bound tomes fills the air, but then Richard wraps his arms around me and pulls me close, laughter lingering in his eyes, and the familiar smell of his cologne surrounds me. I can still hear echoes of the party in the distance, but it all disappears when, with a soft smile, Richard leans in to rest his forehead against mine. One of his hands is now tangled in my hair, holding the back of my head and pulling me closer as we share our breath, lingering in this moment, allowing ourselves to pretend that the rest of the world does not exist.
When he finally claims my lips in a hungry kiss, I let my eyes flutter close and, standing on my tiptoes, circle my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer to me as I drown in his passionate embrace, content to pretend that my only worry is knowing we will eventually need to pull apart for air. We move against each other out of instinct, ignoring the time and place, fuelled by an evening of flirting and lingering touches and our impending separation. He lets go of my lips to trace a path along my jaw, down my neck toward that sensitive spot below my ear, and the warmth of his tongue combined with the rasp of his beard sends heat spiralling down my spine. My hands are now buried in his hair, tugging on the soft curls, and he groans into my neck before reconnecting our lips.
Without breaking the kiss, he effortlessly lifts me into his strong arms and sets me on one of the desks, spreading my legs apart with his body. Already, I ache for him; heat swirls through me, buzzing incessantly between my legs, and when he squeezes my left thigh with one of his large hands, I cannot help but buck towards him and whimper, the desperate sound of desire echoing through the room.
“Be quiet, sweetheart,” Richard murmurs against my lips, and a rush of arousal floods my core.
As his hand slides higher up my thigh and slips under my dress, I cannot help but chuckle. “Are we really doing this?”
Richard grins. “Don’t act innocent; you knew we’d end up in this situation the moment you decided not to wear knickers.” I giggle into the kiss at the deep, unbridled lust coating his words. “I can’t resist you.”
He pulls away just enough to watch my face as he teasingly slides two fingers over my folds, coating me in my arousal. Biting my lips, I wriggle on the desk to grant him better access, and when his fingertips brush against my clit, the whole room seems to pulse with the intensity of the pleasure tingling through me. Richard knows my body by heart now—he knows exactly where and how to touch me to have me panting in his arms in no time. He sets up a languid pace, alternating between drawing circles on my clit and slipping a long finger inside me, only allowing himself to increase the pace when I latch onto his shoulders, my hands pulling on his tweed blazer. My breath hitches in my throat when he slips two fingers inside me, crooking them and almost instantly finding the spot that has me arching my back and whimpering his name. My legs are now wrapped around him, my thighs pressing into him as he catches my mouth, taking the breath from my lungs and the moans from my lips.
My release washes over me in a dizzying wave, pulsing through every fibre of my being, leaving me hot and panting as I cling to Richard while he continues to pleasure me, not stopping until I collapse in his arms. A car horn echoes in the distance, reminding me of our surroundings. Even so, as I look up to meet Richard’s lust-darkened eyes, desire flares in me again, and the warm weight of his hardness pressing into my inner thigh reassures me that this is far from over. Licking my lips, I raise a hand to teasingly caress him through his trousers, revelling in the whimper he fails to hold back. One of his hands returns to my hair, gently tugging as I slowly reach for his belt buckle—
The door creaks open.
In an instant, Richard and I pull apart, and I hasten to tug my dress back in place and press my thighs together just as a security guard steps inside. His eyes flicker between Richard and me, his expression a mixture of surprise and embarrassment.
“Er, sorry, guys—this room is supposed to be closed. You can’t be in here.”
Too mortified to speak, I turn to Richard, and he smiles sheepishly at the security guard. “Apologies, we didn’t realize. I was just showing her around.”
The security guard nods, then steps back to let us pass. My face burns as we mumble apologies, but he walks away as quickly as he first appeared, leaving us to stand awkwardly outside the reading room.
“I guess we should stick to our offices,” Richard muses playfully.
My heart still hammering in my chest, I look up at Richard, biting my lip, but then my eyes drift down to the noticeable bulge in his trousers, and I burst out laughing.
“That man certainly won’t be losing any sleep trying to decipher what you meant by ‘showing me around’,” I giggle.
Richard looks down and tries, in vain, to adjust his trousers. “Do you think he noticed?”
“Well, I hope for his sake he doesn’t make a habit of staring at strangers’ crotches. But if he does, then yeah, he definitely noticed.”
“It’s all your fault,” he replies with a grin. Laughing, I wrap my arms around him and look up to meet his tender gaze, but he quickly takes my arms and reasserts a more appropriate distance between us. “You’re not helping.”
“Sorry,” I chuckle as I straighten his blazer, not wanting to let go of him.
“Oh, yes—you look very sorry.”
“How about I make it up to you instead?”
Richard grins. “Does that mean we get to go home?”
“Yeah, I think sneaking away sounds like a good plan.”
The ride back to my flat is filled with stolen glances and lingering touches. As soon as we arrive and lock the door behind us, he pulls me in for a passionate kiss, and I melt in his arms. His touch is tender and possessive, and with each kiss, each caress, we reassert our love for each other, surrounded by the boxes that signal the beginning of our new life together.
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The 1 (Bangchan x reader)
Heavy angst ‼️‼️ lots of tears, asshole! Bangchan
I made this bc of my own relationship issues so I know it's a lil iffy but please enjoy
Hurt. Tears. A shadow. Thats what you were reduced to at this point. Your boyfriend Bangchan whos a one of a kind idol, who used to come home every night, kiss you good morning, play with your hair when you were having a bad day. The one who always took such good care of you. The one who you truly thought could never hurt you. He promised he would never hurt you. So why were you a mess, on the couch of your shared apartment. Most nights you wouldn't even stay up to wait for Bangchan to come home. You knew his job was hard but now these days it seemed loving you was twice as hard. You just sat there the clock reaching 4am. No call no text no nothing from him all day. You sent him good morning text and all you would get was read popped up under your text. You weren't even worth responding too. You couldn't stop the tears from falling at this point. You tried so hard to defend him to yourself. That he has a life outside of you but at this point you werent in his life at all.
You passed out on a couch. Now it was 9am, your body didn't really let you sleep after your tear fest last night. You looked around the apartment. A cup next to the sink, the bed sheets messed up, and his clothes in a corner of the bedroom. He was home. And he didn't even notice you were gone. He didn't miss your warmth or cuddles or light kisses on his face. He didn't miss you like you had so badly missed him. You couldn't ruin yourself anymore, you couldn't do this, all the restless nights hoping he's eating and taking care of himself. And he couldn't even care if you were home or not. You had given 2 whole years of your life to this man, what a waste. You text him a whole essay on how you felt ending it with the words "Lets break up" and you sent it. You were shaking. Even if you wanted what was best for you you still loved him. He wasn't a bad man but he just wasn't your man anymore. You tried everything you could to get your mind off of it. Putting your phone on do not disturb and mindlessly watching stranger things all the way through.
You've set up your bed for the night on the couch and your stuffed animals to keep you semi happy. That's when he came home. The man who didn't even check his phone today. The one who didn't even read your message of you pouring your heart out. "Hey babe, w-whats all of this? It isn't movie night is it?" He says, confused. The first words you've gotten in weeks, real words, not an im sorry or I love you or something fucking cheesy like all your friends tell you their boyfriends do. "Oh I'm just sleeping out here tonight until I can find a place to move too.." you said, Chan raised an eyebrow. "Move too? What are you talking about" It hit you, it hit you like a fucking brick. He didn't even check his phone. "Check your phone" that's all you said before you put on some shoes, grabbed your phone and wallet and left. He didn't even go after you. Not that you were expecting him to but a small bit of you hoped he did. You just walked. Your normal route you did when you wanted some air in the middle of the day. The world looks so different at night. You've never really seen it before before now. Nights became a blur, maybe you could learn to like them more.
You heard panting along with your name, it was Chan. A baseball cap, black shirt, and sweats. "Y/n love please i head no idea you were feeling this way" he panted trying to catch his breath. "Look this comeback has just been twice as hard as anything else we've done and they're just asking more of me and I know that isn't an excuse but I would never truly try to ignore you, i love you baby I really do, please dont leave me I can't live without you, i know I'm a shitty boyfriend and I know I'm not giving you what you need but please, let me change, for us" he was begging, pleading. He wanted to change, and if people set their mind to something they can do anything right? Truth is you really didn't want to let him go. "Promise to never hurt me again..?" You asked, voice shaky, your holding back your own tears from falling. He nodded and let out a soft please before you hugged him, just sobbing into his shirt. He took you home and tucked you into bed after a shower and some medicine from the headache you got after sobbing.
It's been 2 months since then. And things have been going ok..ish. Things were perfect for a month. Until he fell back into the same habit. With no comeback to plan for at the moment you couldn't help but be confused on why this was happening again. You prayed and prayed that he would change and pull though, and you really though tonight would be the night. It was your 3 year anniversary. You couldn't be more excited. You got a new black dress and pretty earring that he bought you for your birthday a year ago. You guys had dinner planned at a restaurant you both wanted to try. Dinner was at 8 and you were ready at 6:30. You felt so pretty. You knew you were pretty. You walked into the restaurant around 7:30. You watching the couples smile and enjoy eachother before the staff sat you. You waited for a bit then until 8 hit the clock. You played with the end of your dress. You ordered a semi cheap wine for you and Chan. 30 minutes, 1 hour, 2 hours, 2 hours and 30 minutes later you gave up.
You called an Uber to take you home, walking up the steps to your apartment. Opening the door, putting down your keys and kicking off your heels. You hear the tv on and your heart drops. He was home. You looked around to see if there was any sign of a happy anniversary or a gift or something that would make you feel like he still cared. He must have heard the keys and a few sniffles because he was facing you. "Oh hi honey? Woah hey why are you crying? Where have you been? What happened" he got up walking over to you trying to give you a hug when you moved away from him. He looked at you confused. "Do you even know what day it is today Chris?" He pulled out his phone to see June 28th. The same date you two made it official. Oh how everything seemed so perfect back then. You could remember it like yesterday. Small talk, the big question, the giggles and cuddles, how happy you felt. It was all gone now.
"Love I promise I just forgot I'm sorry I'm such an idiot" he said grabbing your hands. Looking at you with those big brown eyes, how you could get lost in them. "It wont happen again" that's when you broke, you were tired of giving him chances to redeem himself. "Your right it won't, because we're over" He froze, mouth slightly opened "You clearly dont care about me anymore Chris and I can't go on pretending like you do to make myself feel better" You sighed and walked past hime, going to pack a bag. "Wait wait hun lets talk about this" he said going after you. "We have, we have at least every 6 months and nothing changes, im tired of being last place in your heart" you angrily said shoving whatever you felt was right into your bag. "I wish I was what you wanted" you said before leaving. You couldn't face him. You didnt want you. You know yourself better then this. You knew if your friend was dating someone like Chris you would tell them to break up and they can do so much better. It was time for you to do better for yourself for once.
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Good evening
Im here to show you all how normal I can be about comics I read (not normal)
Today, I will talk about Im the Grim Reaper, comic made by @/Graveweaver! (here in tumblr)
And this essay will contain reasons why you should vote for Scarlet, Chase and Brook in the @friends-to-lovers-tournament. So even if you dont read all this text because its way too long, please DO IT. FOR ME.
Disclaimer: The following paper will be based in my headcanon of the three of them being a little polycule. Therefore, although it will describe actual content from the comics, they will be as unreliable as I can be <3
Disclairmer 2: This will contain SPOILERS, and even though I will be mentioning which chapters the spoilers are from when I show screencaps, I recommend stopping to read the comic if you think it sounds interesting, for you to not get spoiled too much.
NOW LETS START
So to put you all in context (tbh you can skip this all because I wrote a bit too much), the story goes about what Satan calls Grim Reapers, which are human souls he chose to work for him, sending sinners to hell by killing them. Reapers, however, are not regular humans, as their bodies are 'meat puppets' Satan made to put their souls into, along with demons that give them their reaper powers.
Our protagonist, Scarlet, reacted to being told she was sent to hell as anyone would: 'WHAT DID I DO', accompanied by multiple other questions like why she couldnt remember her past. Because of this, her past becomes a goal to achieve, wanting to discover what she could have done and why.
In the process, she encounters a detective (?) who, recognizing her appearance because of Scarlet's corpse, started suspecting she might be related to the mistery of her death. Which was true, although he didnt expect in which way tbh. -> they teamed up, decided to fuck around and find out
Then later on, investigating some of Scarlets memories, they ended up encountering the city's mafia. Which, funnily enough, had a reaper with them. Why? Because the reaper was way too entertained posting stuff in their blog he didnt want to go find sinners (canon).
Now, were reapers ever against each other? Not really? They have the same boss. So Chase, as the tumblr sexyman he is (<- questionable), convinced Brook of joining them and kill sinners who actually had done bad crimes.
Are you still there? I know I might be boring yall by just telling you the context, but I swear its important to understand (?)
But my point with this post is show you how over time, they start showing how much they care of each other on their own ways, Chase x Scarlet having the advantage because of them becoming closer before Brook joins. Having a confession (?) and everything. But even then they didnt dump Brook at all 🤩
[Spoilers of episodes 47 and 55-57]
Up to this point, not only do the three of them live under the same roof (because Brook and Scarlet were homeless), but bond over their shared circumstance of being partners in crime (literally).
And because there are lots of fights in the comic (?) we can also see the extent at which they would go for each other. Including, but not limited to, sacrificing themselves (because comic readers are destined to suffer) 🥳.
But how much did they sacrifice themselves may you be asking? Well, if Im remembering correctly... Scarlet might have died about 3 times? I might be confusing some with the times she just got brutally hurt or severely traumatized, but lets say its around that number: just to save Chase and Brook <3 (different occasions). She even LET GO of her PAST to save them, which she wanted to know so bad before, to know herself better. She's honestly both impressive and scary by how much she could do for those she cares lol. In Brook's case, he almost gets doomed for eternity to save Scarlet, and im pretty sure he didnt escape fully from that (but hey, Scarlet is fine <3). And Chase... 👁👁 situations happened. Lets be honest tho, Chase was an emo child, like, what he did had to be dramatic as fuck 💔, otherwise it wouldnt have felt like a Chase thing. He was a theater kid, im sure. He is a Batman kinnie. That should tell you enough.
BUT EVEN AFTER ALL THEY'VE GONE THROUGH. EVEN AFTER EACH OF THEM SCREWING UP AT LEAST ONCE. EACH TIME, THEY DO FORGIVE EACH OTHER.
And hear me out, because im not crazy. THIS PEOPLE. They, who live thanks to drama and edgyness. Are you telling me it wouldnt be fucking easy for them to just explode out of anger and break up, and like, get to be enemies or something.
NOT. EVEN. ONCE. HAVE THEY ABANDONED EACH OTHER.
JUST
LOOK
[Spoilers of episode 70, 80 and 110]
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Anyways :3
Even if they dont win is ok, but if you got to this point read the webtoon its really good 👍
Thank you for coming to my ted talk
(vote for Scarlet, Chase and Brook....)
#webtoon recommendation#webcomic#screencaps#i'm the grim reaper#itgr#itgr scarlet#itgr chase#itgr brook
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Hey. Asuka
ASUKA FROM TEKKEN ❕❕❕
@scalproie
NEW: The Lili Essay
My first impression of them
I started playing Tekken with Tekken 6 when I was like 12 or 13 or slightly younger I can't exactly remember. I just know it was gifted to me one Christmas by my step aunt who randomly chose it because she heard I liked fighting games; I didn't care about it to be honest. It was too different and difficult (I played Kazuya because he was on the box, big mistake when my baby brain had never heard of Mishima gameplay) so I stuck to Street Fighter and Soul Calibur. What got me to play it for real was seeing and playing Street Fighter x Tekken when I was 14 and it was new.
I saw Asuka for the first time that I can remember during her SFxT trailer and I loved her IMMEDIATELY. She looked like an aggressive brawler with a temper who could think on her feet, and she never gave up even when outnumbered by Chun-Li & Cammy (until Lili decided to help her). Her personality was and is the type I gravitate toward in most of my favorite characters. Also I loved her classic default biker outfit and I still think along with her Gi that it's the best one (the Donald of Duck for T8 one has grown on me though)
In summary she looked resilient, tenacious, capable, but not afraid to ask for help despite her ferocity and having a temper.
When I think I truly started to like them (or dislike them, if you've sent me a character I don't like)
When I got my hands on her gameplay in SFxT and it felt true to my impression of her, which made me go back and play her in T6. Completely different character in T6, I was so confused when people called her a defensive type because SFxT and her personality felt the complete opposite of that. I went from learning a rush down bruiser to focusing on throws, patience, and keep away- and I'm a rush down main (and shitty Ibuki SF player) so it's hard 😭. But even if the gameplay changed the more I learned about her the more attached I grew to her personality.
If my first impression had been during Tekken 5 like everyone else, I still would've liked her because the first time you see her she's being a fucking problem beating people she doesn't know half to death because their problems annoyed her fjhdhshs love a surface well intentioned mean bitch who wants revenge (and it sets up her being a hypocrite right away)
A song that reminds me of them
Stereopony - Sweet Blue
FLiP - Laila
FLiP - Ame no Onna (Rain Girl)
Sparking!! is also sung from her PoV I want to believe that
Lyrics (except Ame no Onna, can't find any sadly, neither Stereopony nor FLiP caught on in the West the way SCANDAL did to get a bunch of translations): 1 | 2
How many people I ship them with
Her discord kitten
My favorite ship of them
AsuLili (indescribable)
Gay Sex is getting so complicated these days
They are foils. Gay Tom & Jerry. They're so fucking goofy. They're a bit toxic. They're constantly married and divorced. They can't stand each other. They need each other. They communicate what words can't express. They're so frustrating. A story about gay sex because it's about the gay sex that isn't happening. Etc etc.
Asuka loves fighting, is cocky, loves confrontation, hates losing. But she pretends she's none of those things. She uses reasons like justice and honor and the right way to be as excuses to not confront who she really is. Lili loves fighting, is cocky, loves confrontation, hates losing. Pretends to be nothing but herself. Her reasons are honest about indulging her intentions to enjoy a fight while set on achieving what she wants. For both, violence is the means and the end.
They both value their families, but where Asuka follows what's expected of her in order to indulge her impulses, Lili rebels much to her own shame when it hurts her father. But she can't help being true to her desires. (When I talk about her in her own post I will again outline how her narrative is like a coming out story). Asuka doesn't rely on her words to say what she truly feels, Lili is from a world where words are a game of knives. You can't entirely take what they say at face value but rather what they're doing is what talks. Because they're both bad at talking to people. Imagine how much tension and uncertainty would've been resolved by now if even one of them had ever talked out why Lili picks on Asuka to get five seconds of her attention in the first place. But they never do that, they just start fighting!
They both have vulnerability problems. Lili's is that she struggles dropping her guard to express anything directly caring, and Asuka's is about not showing emotional weakness by projecting a tough attitude or letting her temper take over rather than think or dwell. They're so appealing because they're sooo close to realizing how alike they are but its their differences and weaknesses keeping them at verbal arms length.
It feels like Asuka awakens the sense of purpose Lili's been craving her whole life, the person around whom she can share the passion her father disproves of. For Asuka it's looking only at the surface of Lili's actions and being drawn to the challenge rather than defusing or investigating further. Up until T7 the most Lili really does is instigate in order to get attention then she drops it and goes home; only with 7 does she act controlling by registering Asuka for the Iron Fist Tournament without asking first. And STILL Asuka's solution isn't to call her back and talk about it but to go ahead and fight like usual.
I wish we got more insight rather than having to infer on how she feels about giving Lili exactly what she wants all the time rather than pursue any other option about it (on Lili's end we have Sebastian for her to bounce off of to infer her behavior is affectionate at heart). One reason for their impasse could also be that Lili doesn't know how to best reach Asuka aside from their duels, and she's not going to risk looking weak or being misunderstood by ruining their back and forth. But when you put a fight in front of Asuka, who loves any excuse to fight, she's not gonna think deeper about the why, she'll just fight. Lili spends a million hours thinking and plotting and calculating in circles to express herself toward someone who's very reactionary.
I think the fact that Asuka is capable of putting the ways Lili annoys her on hold to work with her when they have a common interest is telling in its own way. She doesn't really hate this girl. To her she doesn't get what Lili's deal toward her is exactly, but something about her as well as wanting to even their battle score keeps Asuka coming back into her company. The repression they both have going on is insane.
Also her reaction if Lili beats her in T7 isn't even angry about losing. She uses the word Kuyashii where the subtitles have her saying "Okay Okay!" Kuyashii literally means regrettable, emotionally painful etc. but in conversation is often meant like the English "This sucks!" / "It sucks!" with the intensity dependent on how/ in what tone the word is said. Since she also uses Kedo, the phrase you use similar to But in English when you want to add more onto your idea, I would translate her sentence as:
"This sucks but I can admit it. It's my loss!"
(Me and the constant struggle when I see English Localization (not translation) of other languages complicating shit or lying. The eternal war broken only by those brief moments we can agree on something.)
She thinks fighting is all Lili wants, and if Lili proves to be the better fighter then she's ok with that. Proud Asuka who starts and finishes fights taking shit from no one is ok with being bested by the girl she calls annoying. Of course what Lili actually wants is to be noticed, so she instigates to keep that going by slapping Asuka for being too dense to realize Lili wants to be looked at by her (and the way Laura Blanc delivered that Toi was so gay...no straight explanation for it). Which Asuka is...again willing to oblige with more fighting to best each other. Its made even funnier when her T7 intro states she considers Lili might fuck off if Asuka defeats her, or that maybe she won't. I don't think you want her to fuck off if you don't even try dropping it win or lose. They have each others phone numbers and its never explained how. To cite Asuka's prologue:
Since they first fought at the King of Iron Fist Tournament, Asuka felt that Lili was taking the whole rivalry nonsense a little too seriously. Asuka recalled Lili's phone call out of the blue a few days earlier:
"Hello, Asuka. I am sure you have heard the news that the King of Iron Fist Tournament is starting again soon. Worry not, I have already been gracious enough to register you for the competition. No trying to weasel out of it, you hear? I am ever so looking forward to fighting you."
As Asuka let her rage toward Lili's presumptuousness fly down the phone, Lili hung up. Fed up of being treated like a rich girl's plaything, Asuka thought that maybe if she beat Lili, the conceited little princess would leave her alone. Then again, maybe not...
Asuka wondered how she could resolve the situation but came up with nothing. Eventually, she decided to go along with Lili's plan and enter the tournament.
Taking the nonsense too seriously, girl you keep participating in the nonsense every time it comes knocking. When she beats Lili in her ending and hears from the horse's mouth that she knows Asuka's situation is bad, that she could get dragged into the Mishima bullshit (mind you Lili HATES the Mishima's and her first instinct is to position herself in Asuka's corner should Asuka get involved, she sees her family is struggling and has no one, can easily lose their house, and she thinks I will throw my money at this to keep them alive- ok, ok, ok Ms. De Rochefort see you at Pride) her frustration that follows isn't because Lili knows this information, but that Lili dropped the bomb and wants to jump into it rather than explain. She's perfectly willing for once to listen to her, to talk to her without fighting, if Lili would just slow down about it! She even asks her to just explain several times!
T7 finally FINALLY gave us an out into set up for them communicating with words. My fic is going to look into what they'd do in the interlude between 7 & 8, how Asuka feels about what she now knows, but I NEED more answers officially when T8 drops. I would love more answers and a real look at how their dynamic has changed or grown, how they could both finally be major players and how Asuka will transform if she gets an arc.
It would have baggage, but I think if they finally talk reasonably Lili can atone for how much misunderstanding and stress she's caused; Asuka can find she does have someone supporting her, as someone who gives all her support to others constantly. She's been cared about and not really alone this wholeee time, if she got to know all of Lili's sides and that she's being helped because Lili cares- that would ease her mind. Then with those barriers out the way they could fully fall in love, in my opinion. What they have now is a form of love, but it's not mutual falling in love. It's undeniably messy. I want Lili being a foil to spur the catalyst toward Asuka accepting herself, recognizing her hypocritical selfish aspects so she can overcome them.
Little add on but I think it's cute that they spend the TT2 intro acting opposing with their usual nonsense, but then when Angel comes to fend off Ogre and the building shakes they drop it like their arguing/teasing they were just doing is nothing. Then given how they act when they have a third more pressing issue happening to both of them they would've worked together after the intro ends to figure out what's going on.
EDIT 11/16/2023: Since I wrote this essay we've had two open beta tests and got to see some character unique interactions as they are so far. Asuka more or less acts exactly as I expected when it comes to Lili (and they brought back her revenge toward Feng this is so fucking crazy this game HAS to finally give her more). But this time thanks to the updated voice acting she's also the nicest she's ever been toward her and that surprised me.
Here's the unique dialogues toward Lili: 1 | 2 | 3
Now my translation time, because the subtitles used are completely wrong except for the outro.
OUTRO VS LILI:
"Looks like it's my win. Feel free to come at me again."
SPECIAL INTRO VS LILI"
"Shaddup! That's my line! (OR: "Shaddup! I should be saying that!")
Interestingly this was translated correctly in Lili's reveal trailer, however now the new subtitles are not only wrong, but it does not match Asuka's motion capture. I have no idea what the hell was the thought process here.
RAGE ART VS LILI:
ACTIVATION: There's a few ways to translate 許さん (yurusan) here so I will list some options.
"I won't/haven't forgive/forgiven you!"
"I'm not letting this go on/I've had enough!"
"I'm not letting up!"
Personally for this scene's context I think "I've had enough!" makes the most sense.
FIRST HIT: "You dumbass!!"
FINAL HIT: "Today's the day we end* this!"
*As in their feuding/rivalry
The new voice work is doing a lot of heavy lifting. It's the first time she's sounded somewhat teasing and lighthearted towards her. Also again with the continuing to egg their fights on if the player beats Lili. Asuka refuses walking away from fighting Lili despite everything. Putting this together with her RA makes it seem like maybe she just doesn't want petty rivalry since she doesn't know Lili's beef with her. Fighting for the sake of fighting and outdoing each other is fine though.
And for fun and transparency I'll list the proper translations for Lili's dialogue too.
OUTRO VS ASUKA
"I did it Salt! I got my revenge over Asuka!"
INTRO VS ASUKA
"Have you prepared an excuse for when you lose?"
INTRO VS LEROY
*Notable in that she actually calls him Master Leroy as opposed to just his name
RAGE ART VS ASUKA
ACTIVATION: "Time for your punishment!"
FIRST HIT: "Oh poor Asuka..." (this is the spoken line, in the French official subtitles this was turned into "How rude of you Asuka...")
FINAL HIT: "You lose!" (FR Subs: "Accept your defeat!")
French subs sourced from this video as well as my French speaking friend who sent this ask in their posts talking about Lili's lines.
They continue to serve us mock love/hate fruity vibes. Quite honestly I feel Asuka is more on the fence about Lili rather than outright hatred. Yes things like the Netsu System can say one thing but her actions say another. That's all we have until there's a genuine answer.
When the Vie is Rose I don't know the song :
Le sex gay gagne toujours etc. etc. The tension is tiring kiss already. They are even wearing matching outfits now in T8 Bamco PLEASE with the years of teasing!!
Asuka why are you looking at her like that; this Lili expression is also insane
Pack Mule Boyfriend
If you look at the Dark Resurrection intro it foreshadows them being relevant to each other in my opinion. They literally come after one another in order, but also Lili's scene ends with her ready to face another opponent, as Asuka's scene starts with preparing to pursue Feng. Chasing a new fight.
AsuLili got me to take Tekken seriously because of SFxT. I owe them forever.
EDIT: 11/16/2023 BAMCO WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS YA'LL WANT ME DEAD
My least favorite ship of them
I was going to put AsuLili again to be funny because of the problems in their relationship, but then I remembered people ship Asuka with Jin, you can't beat incest being among the lowest of the low.
A quote of them that you remember
"So that idiot actually went to school at some point." (About Jin)
Asuka: I finally found you! You're the Chinese guy that took out my dad, aren't you?
Feng: The weak don't deserve to live!
Asuka: Then that means you're going to die after I'm through with you, you jerk!
Your favorite outfit of them
Respect the classics
Your least favorite outfit of them
ALL of the bikini outfits, all of the manga artist Collab outfits (sexualized fetish shit in T5 and the T6 one just doesn't fit her personality and established style), and then the T7 outfit because it could have been amazing but it's designed around being sexualized especially with the huge cleavage cut, and then you pair it with the fan service camera angles on her in T7 and it's disgusting
Describe the character in one sentence
The Hurricane.
What’s the first thing you think about when thinking about the character?
What if I go back to zero?
Sexuality hc!
I will share this with you I've never thought hard about it, but what she has with Lili is absolutely gay and I think she would deny inside that she's gay and deny being gay if you asked directly but she's fucking gay, whether that be bisexual or lesbian I can't conclusively feel for until we see her interact with people besides Lili- she's some kind of homo
Your favorite friendship they have
We don't really see her with friends that I can remember, but her dynamic with Alisa in T6 was fun, she's mostly nice to her, trusts her enough to do what she asks, and doesn't realize she's talking to a robot which is hilarious. You also see her being friendly with Xiaoyu in the pachinko games but it's barely beyond a conversation or two.
During SFxT her Street Fighter crossover costume is a ninja because she asked Ibuki for ninja training, and I NEED to know how the fuck those two got along enough for that given how cunty they can be, and how complicated Ibuki's feelings are on what she is. Asuka must have really impressed her.
Best storyline they had
The Lili nonsense (beloved beloathed), ONLY because it's the one consistent and constant storyline she even Has that's about Her. In T6 she's a plot device tool so that you get to fight as her and she's along for the ride without thinking of anything except getting to hit people or things. In T5 she either gets her shit kicked in by Feng, beats up Feng and then moves on from it immediately with no further thoughts or reflection etc, or Jin ends up in her boobs for a shitty gag. These are more like events than a proper storyline because they just happen and they're dropped forever they don't flesh out or delve into a full arc to develop her.
Lili on the other hand gives her someone in whom she can see herself and who in a funny way keeps her from causing damage on the streets by funneling her aggression toward one person. The fact that she keeps going along with it rather than making any attempt to seriously ignore Lili also implies she probably knows all this in some way. Fighting Lili has become routine, someone who serves as a goalpost for her abilities since the Feng plot was dropped off a cliff. No it didn't go anywhere until T7 into T8, but it gave her something to care about besides throwing her life away. It did showcase a side of her personality by having another character be antagonizing, and the way Asuka's response to that changed across different iterations.
She's always been a nothing character because they made her to replace Jun in gameplay. So when you take away all the shoehorned shit they write to have her gameplay included, all she actually has is Lili in the gay Tom & Jerry circus. People put a lot of stock in her surname and I understand it and I agree with it on a level, but then people also forget her direction has ALWAYS been confused and half assed. Lili did not start that she just presented an easy target to see the problem. Also characters who have lives outside the Mishimas have always been trashed, and we don't always need characters centered around Mishimas as well; T8 seems like we might all finally get more.
Worst storyline they had
When you go to avenge your dad and end up fighting a demon having no idea what the hell is going on and then some guy with wings and horns passes out on you and you can't call a taxi or get cell service about it and then his face is in your tits and then you storm off because what the fuck has been today
A childhood headcanon
I don't think Asuka knows who her mom is and I think Harada has kept her mother ambiguous on purpose. You could say she died or she's a deadbeat or something else is separating them, OR you could say it's Jun if you are a Harada Would Pull The Mr. Kazama Married Into the Family and Asuka is Jin's Half Sibling Shit As A Twist believer
So I think not knowing her mom made fitting in around kids with picture perfect/big families difficult, which probably made her fall back harder on her dad for support and throw herself more into learning Kazama Ryu, because that was his main teaching to connect with her
What do you think their first word was?
I have no idea lol
How do you think they were as a kid? (Like, were they shy, noisy, wild, etc)
I think Asuka became shy only when it felt like things got awkward or if she felt jealous, and if she was angry she becomes standoffish and cold, otherwise she would have been a noisy, social, and nosy kid always surrounded by people, much like what Harada has said about her being a typical outgoing Osakan teenager.
She probably started her meddling around this age the more she trained because she wanted to be a hero and help others and beat up bullies. That made her popular especially with the weaker kids. If you needed a favor you went to Asuka. Also I can't see her as anything other than a ball of energy, the child at cookouts who plays games with the other cousins and gives everyone heart attacks when she goes too far or picks up something she shouldn't. An entire childhood of scraped knees.
EDIT: After thinking about it and checking the materials again, I think people take advantage of Asuka's skills. The minute she fell into trouble though they leave her hanging. To her she thinks she's popular or at least liked because she provides justice, a public service. She believes that people would feel even a little loyalty to her for this, but I noticed the moment her family lost everything, no one she knew before is anywhere to be found. Part of it is fear after the damage Feng did, part of it is not wanting to associate with a loser, part of it is they didn't really value Asuka as much as she thought, and finally her broken angry mental state once overwhelmed drove any help away. She cultivated this sense of identity and trust among her peers and community since childhood, but the second she needs to lean on someone they disappear. Indication that the "good" she believed of herself was in fact her being a tolerated nuisance.
The most random ship you've seen people have with them
Hwowrang, Hwowrang?? Also he would've been 21 when she was 17 in T7
A weird headcanon
Not afraid to eat worms as a kid 🪱 won't do it when older unless she's stranded and the only food to survive are grubs
When do you think they were at their happiest?
Before T5 and after beating Feng playing her arcade mode even if its non canon. We don't know exactly how she felt during the interlude between T7 and T8 yet but I hope Lili brought her some semblance of normalcy and helped her Dad further. I hope it brought her some kind of growth if not happiness, if going by her saying It's not good to fight all the time was something she's learned because of her experience living with Lili, assuming its not Jun influenced. I say this because of the next question:
When do you think they were at their lowest?
T6 actually. T5 was her being fueled by a purpose so that even if she's in pain there's something she has to strive to do. In T6 that adrenaline has worn off and now she's running herself ragged. She feels powerless in her personal situation, Jin throwing the world into chaos takes away any illusion of stability in the world compared to how unstable her life has become. There's nowhere she can go that feels normal or safe because of him, and because it's so painful she isn't going to fall back on talking things out when that was never her communicative strong suit.
She's stressed all the time, alone, broke, angry, fearful that everyone who comes near her is trying to hurt her or her family. All of her VS dialogues are her being driven by paranoia and hyper-vigilance- she tells Jin directly mincing nothing that she's stressed and him blowing up the world has only compounded it. She's like a dog chained to a post in the yard that bites and snaps at anyone coming near because she paints everyone as an enemy, even if they want to help her. Playing as her in the Campaign she's glad to be fighting because its a distraction from being overwhelmed emotionally. Asuka was drained and running on nothing but frustration and exhaustion. She feels traumatized.
Also why was Kazuya looking for other Kazamas when he talks to her... (Was he looking for a person who can stop his son like Jun? Trying to find Jun herself?). Side note, Kazuya would never be her friend but I think part of him would respect her resolve and envy that she has a father who loves her enough for her to fight for him willingly. Aside from her connection to Jun and any positives he finds in the Kazama Clan's spirit, maybe in her he'd even see a bit of himself or what kind of son he could have been were Heihachi not a piece of shit. If things had been better would he do as Asuka does?
I think like Lili though he would tell her, harshly in his way, to stop pretending there isn't an element of selfishness in why she fights or that she seems to enjoy the power from doing so- rather than acting as if she's doing a public service. That indulgence of power, projecting confidence, the way fear and loss have pushed her into a cold insistence on self reliance, fighting alone against forces out of her control, and her anger I see as the most Kazuya-like things about her, so he'd see it too. The Kazuya - Asuka Connection, even.
Her "Devil" duality has nothing literal about it like voices in her head or nightmares, but it's still the internal struggle of who you are by what you express and what you keep hidden. Her "Devil" like Kazuya's is about wielding power but feeling there isn't much room for vulnerability when doing so. And in the same way Kazumi literally passed on her Devil Gene while Heihachi awakened it in Kaz, what happened to Asuka's family is her broken inheritance that pushes her toward a pursuit of power to defend it. If you want to stretch it further you can say if Asuka does canonically have the ability to counter DG like Jun, and Mr. Kazama married into the family rather than be born into it, Asuka gets that cleanse ability from whoever her mother is, and her father being brutalized was her catalyst to eventually draw that ability out.
T6 Kazuya sees T6 Asuka defending her home like a mad dog and when he looks into her eyes he sees his 5 year old self after having survived the cliff fall.
Actually no they probably would never be friends but its hilarious and maybe even a little cathartic to imagine them as friends. Asuka and her 50 year old coworker friend dynamic, then suddenly she learns he's also Jin's dad. She starts calling him Uncle Kaz. Jin's like why are you friends with my dad, why does he treat you like his kid. Lili screams cries throws up in confusion realizing her lame boyfriend is friends with a fucking Mishima. What do you mean you're related to him and Jin Kazama?!! The evil guys on TV?! The company that bought out my Father???
EDIT 2/2/2024: 8 CONFIRMED ALL MAIN CLAN KAZAMAS ARE DEAD INFERRING THIS IS WHY ASUKA DOESN'T KNOW HER FAMILY
So with that in mind it only added to the ways she contrasts Jin to me (Jin is pulled down literally and figuratively with drowning metaphors for how his self centered suicidal self loathing has destroyed him and he's hurting his chances with the people around him as much as himself; Asuka is continuously reminded she has no control in this world with something always being stacked against her or outside her understanding, the kingdom of control she builds believing if she minds her business and stays within what she knows she's fine is founded on sand- yet she meets everything despite how it hurts her and persists anyway) and I still think if Kaz talked with her they'd be funny but also have more in common than they realize
Future headcanon
Asuka reevaluates what martial arts (and violence) mean to her and she becomes the new leader of Kazama Ryu (in my opinion the only current master is Jun, since Asuka's father was brutalized by Feng I don't think he'd be able to continue practicing it- Jin doesn't count because his training was interrupted when he picked up Mishima Ryu) as an adult. She rebuilds the dojo's position as a school for self defense and spiritual growth (as opposed to continuing to become more destructive and ironically like Feng in her quest to defeat him). It becomes a place where people like her and Lili, who inside enjoy fighting for the sake of fighting, can channel that rage and sadistic thrill away from being destructive into becoming protectors ruled by sound judgement. If they're willing to learn and change she'll even accept the street punk types she used to beat up for fun.
As an adult I think it would be best for her to let go of being driven so much by her self interest, and to become humbler. Becoming less emotionally rash, she can have her fire still but become a person who considers and reasons before driving forward. She should fight for peace for real and be in a happier place mentally. A true warrior weighs their options before acting; there's a difference between using force to protect and instigating/escalating with violence.
What do you think is a secret they have that they never told anyone?
Whenever she doubts herself or feels afraid. With all I've said it's easy to imagine why. She can ask for help, but she still has to look cool about it, to me. Her vulnerability isn't quite so available yet unless she's truly snapped and breaking down.
When do you think they acted the most ooc
She's been pretty consistent because there isn't a lot to her in the first place, so I don't think Team Tekken have managed fucking up her 3 or 4 basic traits, askdjaskl even in that piece of shit spin off comedy manga- if anything LILI felt ooc and it was a portrayal of homophobic stereotypes.
I will also say SFxT was in character because it built even in a minor way on aspects Asuka already possesses, it just extended those parts to how she treats Lili.
When do you think they were being "themselves" the most?
When she tells Feng "You'll die when I'm through with you" before their rival battle in T5, you only get that line if you play as Feng when you meet her. If you play as Asuka it goes:
Asuka: Hey, you haven't seen a strange Chinese Kenpo fighter around here, have you? He's muscular... and looks like a... Hey! It's you!
Feng: Yes. My name is Feng Wei.
Asuka: You're my father's sworn enemy! You're mine!
After Winning
Asuka: You're pretty strong! Now I see why my father had such a hard time with you. But you are still no match for me. Well, now that I've avenged my father, it's time to have some fun!
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The Feng PoV one where she says she's going to kill him is so sad when you see her show up not in her default costume but in the Gi uniform. She's prepared to meet the same fate as her father or even die and she's going to represent the full dignity of her Ryu while doing it. The Dark Resurrection intro even sets this up because it shows Asuka meditating in the family dojo before tying her headband (an act associated with showing resolve, effort, and courage) as if she's going on a journey and wishing for luck/saying goodbyes, then it cuts to Yoshimitsu training because he wants his revenge against Bryan, then it cuts to Feng beating Lei (the man responsible for violent acts evading justice by literally beating up the cop sent after him) before he looks at the camera in a close up that matches Asuka's.
Even if you play as her she still says: "You're my father's enemy, you're mine!" - Asuka's father was unconscious on a machine fighting for his life while she's doing this. Did he tell her to go get revenge, or is she deciding that because she's full of rage? Instead of staying by his bedside and helping take care of him her response is violence to handle her grief, her possible self hatred for not being there when people were hurt. She's using this and her reactionary emotions to indulge her thrill for fighting, because even when she beats him she instantly puts her dad's skill down to make herself out as the best in battle. (You could also translate her line about it as "I see why Dad lost to you. Well, I still won." which sort of feels like the same thing just toned down, or perhaps can be read as Even if you are strong I'm the winner between us- still a flex but not as indirectly harsh to her Dad)
EDIT: 1/19/2024 I FORGOT TO SAY THIS BUT AFTER NON CANONICALLY BEATING FENG ASUKA CHOOSES TO STAY IN THE TOURNAMENT FOR FUN (that's what she meant when she said it's time to enjoy myself) SHE JUST LOVES BLOOD, SHE LOVES FIGHTING SO MUCH
There's so much to play with here because it touches directly on who Asuka becomes when she has a personal goal/grudge, while giving true insight into her ego. If she was 100% about helping and doing what's right she wouldn't make her victories about herself. If she had better self control and emotional maturity she wouldn't rush to put herself in harms way without even asking consent from the person she's doing it for. She doesn't consider how her Dad might feel if he wakes up to hear his daughter is in the hospital bed next to him or dead. She doesn't consider how much more of a disturbance or collateral she could cause/add on to when she fights gangs in public.
She just does what she wants and deals with the consequences as they come because its motivating and will feel good to go ahead. Because she wants to do it. She doesn't particularly care about collateral from others either as long as it doesn't happen where others and she herself has to see it. This is all the core of her character and its why she never would've made a good accessory to solving Jin's Devil Gene problem (aside from making a woman be nothing but a development tool for a man being trash as a device, which is often how fans propose it). She's proud and will prioritize doing what she wants to do for her own gain/catharsis/beliefs, and she's not helping someone she doesn't understand or who directly counters those beliefs and she thinks they should get their ass beat. So if she does help Jin in T8 I can only see that through a lot of work and some revelations.
You would have to convince her there's something in it for her (similar to why she kept fighting in T6 Campaign) or pull on her emotions. Very interesting then that she never actually chases Lili away aheem ahurm. She gets mad at Lili because Lili gives Asuka a taste of her own medicine (and because Lili misdirects rather than being blunt like Asuka is) in a sense, but by that same token she's receptive to the attention because Lili indulges what Asuka likes most. She just doesn't say it with words, but through battle. And by being there even if she groans about it when Lili drags her along to partner up in something.
And I won't forget that split second after Xiaoyu ran them both over and they share a look like Fuck fighting each other let's get her, before chasing Xiaoyu down fdjsfsf. Or that the pachislot had Asuka looking at Lili like C'mon join in with us and then you see Lili was staring longingly at her before looking away. Or how SFxT made Asuka a bit protective (in character as well since she does want to stand up for others at home even if the motive isn't entirely selfless, also not just physically protective, she tries to warn Lili not to be rude before things can get worse) when other people bully Lili, and reminds Lili that Lili herself said she'd be useless without Asuka. If the crossover and Tag games aren't canon Bamco why are they the gayest. You made that not me fjdgkdjg)
You can see how that bit of a lead in T5 is still consistent to her character even if its never presented so honestly afterwards. Those interactions were Asuka embodying her strengths and weakness. Then it was never that serious again until hopefully Tekken 8 brings it back.
If they could meet a character from another show/movie/etc, who would be the most fun for them to meet?
I want her being Ibuki's friend and learning from her and them going places as a plot line for an entire crossover game. They would get into so much and where Asuka accepts expectations and tries to exceed them, Ibuki rebels in a struggle to be an individual even as part of her is still pulled toward her inheritance. They would be iconic together. Ibuki would bring her to the Glade of Ninjas and everyone would be like What part of Secret do you not understand Ibuki. More Asuka in Street Fighter.
The most unnecessary thing they ever did?
"I don't appreciate being called annoying."
How do you think they would be as a parent? (and if they are a parent, how do you think they would be if they weren't?)
THE KAZAMA BLOODLINE CONTINUES
An AsuLili child would be a menace, a force of nature even. I can see Lili spoiling them the way she does Salt and the way her father spoils her with gifts she's not appreciative of (except she's confident her gifts will be loved instead). Asuka would also dote on them and probably already does dote on neighborhood kids or any who used to attend the dojo. She and Lili would be direct whenever they're firm with them, but Asuka can be more blunt about it, sometimes unintentionally harsh as a left over habit from her teenage days if they're involved in something that works up her emotions.
I can only imagine the blow up if her child tried to seek revenge and she tries to talk them out of it, they would not be able to walk out the house and go do it without her intervening 100%. She feels she needs to protect them as much as anyone else she loves, and if she can't stop them doing something stupid or drastic she makes sure they're as prepared as possible and understand the responsibility of their choices.
Would probably fight alongside them too or not be too far behind if they're in a dangerous situation to make sure they're not alone. When she starts seeing herself in them there's a mix of pride and frustration. Ideally they'd inherit the dojo, but above all what would matter to Asuka is raising someone courageous, with strong principles not doubting themselves constantly, who can and will forge their own path through life. Even if it means carving their own way differently from hers.
The funniest scene they had?
11:08 - 11:29
*sees Jin dying* "Somebody's getting their ass beat..I wonder if they're still alive- Oh shit it saw me LET'S GO BITCH."
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Hello love :)
Could I request a group cuddle sesh with Beel and Belphie?
Thank ❤
It was a long day, filled with homework and lessons that you could hardly understand. Your hair was a mess, simply sticking up at every end. The day seemed to stretch on forever, tiredness etched onto your face.
The path to home was a long and grueling trip for your tired legs. When the creepy-looking house came into view, you nearly wept. You trudged into the House of Lamentation. You sighed with relief as you finally kicked off your sneakers.
You walked up the stairs to your room. You slammed open the door and chucked your bag to the ground. You then abruptly turned and walked towards a certain door.
Kicking it open, you startled the two occupants. Beel looked up, mud bite of a sandwich while Belphie sent you an irritated stare before relaxing he realized it was you.
"Oh, hey (Y/n). Do you need something?" Beel asked. He continued to chomp on his food.
You nodded. "Shitty day, need cuddles."
Belphie perked up and glanced at you. He rolled over and gestured for you to join him. You did so without question. Flopping down as the bed dipped.
Beel soon joined the pile of limbs. Beel's arms wrapped around you while Belphie's tail surrounded your waist. You sighed with relief, the smell of lilac and custard filled your senses.
"So, what happened today?" Belphie asked, his voice muffled by your neck.
You groaned. "Don't get me started! Mis Weknash gave me three essays to write on demon history. Doesn't she know I have no clue about any demon history?! Then the gym teacher expected me to keep up with everyone else, I don't have super strength or speed. What the hell am I supposed to do?!"
Belphie chucked "Sleep then deal with it later?" Beel nodded his head in agreement.
"You should rest (Y/n),"
"You know what, screw homework! Lucifer can lecture me later!" you declared as you snuggled deeper into their holds.
With your mind settled, you relaxed between the two cuddly demons. You smiled as you started to drift off. Lucifer can kiss my ass!
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nine: like the good old days
chapter summary: After the fight between her and her father, Kate stays with Steve until things cool off. Steve tries to make things normal between them again, but Kate's friends are apprehensive.
chapter warnings: language, parental issues
word count: 3.2k
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ONCE STEVE HAD walked out of the locker room, Kate noticed he wasn't exactly amused. "What's wrong?"
"What?"
"You're upset about something, obviously," she said bluntly.
What? I'm not—"
"Don't lie to me."
"I'm not—" Whenever he noticed the pointed look that she was giving him, he sighed. "It's that new kid, Hargrove. He's just getting into my head. Tommy, too, I guess."
"Makes sense. They're both assholes," she replied. "I mean, Billy almost killed my car on Tuesday and he just tried asking me out. Who does that?"
"What?" he asked, giving her a concerned look. She only shrugged in response. "When did that happen?"
"Like five minutes ago. Literally, just before you walked out here," she replied. Whenever he gave her an unreadable look, almost like he was expecting her to go on, she shrugged again. "What? I mean, I said no, obviously. He's disgusting."
He nodded in response. At least she wasn't into Billy. "Hey, not to completely change the subject, but do you know if Jonathan and Nancy were at school today? Or yesterday even? Like, have you seen them at all?"
She hesitated, shaking her head. "No, uh... I haven't seen either of them since yesterday afternoon, I don't think."
Steve sighed. "Great. That's just... great."
"Sorry."
He shook his head. "Not your fault." He sighed again. "You know, I'm not surprised. It's not like she was great at hiding her feelings for him." He shrugged. "It's whatever. I just feel like an idiot."
"Hey, you're not an idiot," she said as they walked outside the school.
"Oh yeah? You didn't read my college essay."
She frowned slightly. "I'm sure it wasn't that bad."
Steve laughed hollowly. "Oh my God, no, it was terrible. I got Nancy to look at it Tuesday morning, but it sucked. I tried to fix it, but I probably should've just waited until after Early Application."
Kate frowned. "I wish you would've asked me to help. If I would've known, I would've helped you. I sent mine a couple weeks ago."
He let out a pathetic laugh. "You know, I wish I would've. I'm sure yours was great, too. You'll get into NYU."
She gave him a questioning look. "How'd you remember that?"
"Kathy, you talked about it almost every day in eighth grade. Of course I remembered."
She pressed her lips together to try to hide a smile. While she had applied to New York University and that was her number one pick, she also applied to a lot of schools in Indiana like Notre Dame and Perdue. NYU, however, was the most important one. "Well, what about you? Still apply to ND?"
"I mean, I don't know. My dad's gonna kill me if I don't get into Notre Dame. The only way I'm getting in is with sports, but I don't know. I just wish I would've waited."
She frowned slightly, understanding where he was coming from. Steve's father and his father before him had gone to University of Notre Dame, meaning that Steve had to go, too. There wasn't any getting around it, and it was something that Steve had been told since he was a kid. It didn't mean that he didn't apply to Perdue, Indiana, State, and even Tech as a backup, but it was something he had to do.
Steve had already felt like he had thrown away his application by the time he had submitted his essay. He knew his chances were slim of getting in, but he had to try at least. It was his last ditch effort of not being a disappointment to his dad.
"Did Nancy, like, I don't know, try to help? Like at all?"
"I mean, yeah, kind of, but I couldn't really do anything because we had to, uh... had to have dinner with the Hollands that night."
Kate shook her head. "That's a bunch of bullshit. She should've canceled on them to help you, not just..."
"I know." Steve sighed. "That's one of the many reasons why we broke up, I guess. Difference in priorities."
Her heart dropped when she heard him speak it into existence. It still shocked her that after all this time, Steve and Nancy were no longer together. "You know what, screw it."
"What?"
"Screw it. Screw them. Who cares about what they're doing? It's not your problem anymore."
"Kathy..."
"I'm serious. We are going to forget about everyone else for the rest of the day, okay? Screw it."
Steve hesitated.
"Oh, come on, when was the last time we did something stupid for the hell of it and one of us wasn't upset about something?" she said. "You pick a thing, I'll pick a thing, and we'll do it until we're not so sad anymore."
He smiled, then nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, let's do it."
Steve had let Kate pick their first activity of the evening.
When they'd walked into the newer diner in town, slipping into the booth in the back corner, ordering fries and two chocolate milkshakes, everything felt right again.
"I forgot how good this was," Steve said, breaking the silence between the two of them first.
When it had fallen silent again, Kate eventually spoke again. "So, since this used to be when we'd catch each other up on stuff, I thought it would be a great time to ask what's been going on with you."
"What?" Steve said, his mouth full of fries.
"What did I miss? You know, this past year."
He sighed. When he thought about it, Kate really hadn't missed much at all. Nothing that had happened to him had been absolutely fantastic or not news enough that everyone at school had already known about it. Making the winning shot of the State game, being Prom Prince, dating Nancy, losing the title of King Steve. He knew Kate had still known everything about him, even if he couldn't say the same thing for himself. "I mean, you haven't missed nearly as much as I have."
Kate sighed. "That's... I shouldn't have said that the other day."
"No, you're right," he started. "I–I mean, nothing important has happened to me since we stopped being friends. Seriously." He paused, taking another French fry. "So you moved, what else?"
She shrugged, almost taken aback at what he'd said. Even though he'd proven every time she'd talked to him recently that he still cared about her, small things like that still made her heart flutter. "I, uh... nothing, really."
"Oh, come on, really?" Steve asked, unimpressed. "I have Kathy volumes one through, like, half of sixteen. I'm missing a book and a half here, okay? Help me out."
"I mean, technically, you'd only be missing, like, a third of seventeen—"
"All right, shut up, you know what I meant, okay?" He rolled his eyes. "I mean, what I really want to know about his your boyfriend."
She almost choked on her milkshake, coughing. "Oh my God, you do not want to hear about Jamie."
"I mean, obviously I do," he replied. "I wouldn't be asking if I didn't."
"It'll bore you to death, Steven," Kate said, trying not to smile. "Besides, why do you care?"
"It's not boring!" Steve countered. "This is the guy I tried to get you to go out with for weeks, and we got into a fight and you suddenly started dating him. Personally, I think if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have gone for him."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah," he replied confidently. "Yeah, the way you were acting, you wouldn't have even known he was into you."
She stifled a laugh. "I got with him because he asked me out, not because we stopped being friends." Whenever he only stared at her in anticipation, taking another French fry as he waited for her to go on about her ex, she sighed. "Fine. He surprised me the Monday night after Veteran's Day weekend with some things I like. Nothing special."
He smiled, almost egging her to go on. "I'm sure you enjoyed that."
"Oh yeah," Kate said, laughing. "He was always good about stuff like that. I mean, he was great. He was good for me back then." When she'd seen Steve's unreadable expression, she pressed her lips together, trying to hide her smile. Was he jealous? "You would've hated him. We made out to Journey in his car and stuff."
"Gross," he said, shaking his head. "Not the Journey part, just the making out."
"You're the one that asked!" She gave him an unreadable look, raising her eyebrows. "That's not even the worst thing we did."
"Yeah, I don't want to know, okay?"
She rolled her eyes. "Whatever, you're just jealous."
He quickly shook his head, scratching the back of his neck. "I, uh... no. No." It wasn't that he was jealous, he just didn't want to think about another guy having sex with her. That was just brutal (that and he was most definitely jealous). "No, I gotta ask, though, did he ever get sneaking-into-the-cabin privileges?"
Kate shook her head. "Nope. You're the only one that isn't me or my dad that's even come near it."
"Oh my God, how's your dad?" Steve asked, almost too excitedly. "I miss him."
"What'd you miss? His drunkenness?" she asked. Whenever he shrugged, she shook her head. "He's fine. I mean, we're doing much better. He's doing much better. He's stopped drinking so much, but he still smokes like a chimney. He's even trying to be... more involved, and he's really trying to step up, I guess. Right now, he's probably my best friend. I mean, occasionally we sit on the porch or watch westerns and drink a couple beers."
"I can't imagine drinking a beer with either of my parents," Steve replied, shaking his head. "I'd drink a beer with your dad, though. He's cool."
"Yeah." She smiled at the thought—they really had become closer over that past year. "He's really great, most of the time. Sometimes, though, it's still bad. last night was the worst it's been in a long time." She hesitated, meeting Steve's eyes again. "Sorry I came in unannounced, by the way. That was a complete dick move on my part."
"No, it was nothing," he said quickly, finishing the last of his milkshake. "It's not like my parents are ever home, anyway. I mean, even if they were, my mom would've been more than excited to see you. She asks about you all the time."
Kate smiled softly. "Really?"
"Yeah, she misses you. You'll have to come around for dinner sometime whenever she's back." He met Kate's eyes again before going on. "The stuff with your dad, though, that's really good." He grabbed another fry. "You know, when you guys make up, you should ask him when I'm allowed to come over again."
She stifled a laugh, shaking her head. "He would never allow it, especially if I asked. Maybe we can take him here one day, though. You could convince him through food."
Steve hesitated to ask her another question. "Does he hate me? After everything I did?"
"No." She sighed. "Honestly, I don't think he really knows what happened. We never really talked about it. I mean, he still asks about you, but he knew things were different. After everything that happened, I think he was just glad we didn't end up like some of the others did, you know?"
"Yeah." Steve remembered that night like it was yesterday—the day he thought he'd lost her. He remembered that back then, he didn't have a clue if he was more worried about losing Kate or Nancy. Now, though, he knew it was most definitely Kate. He couldn't lose her again, and he couldn't imagine actually losing her. Now that he knew how much he loved her, he had no idea what he would do with himself if she was gone for good.
"Okay, so," Kate said, taking the last sip of her milkshake, "your turn."
Steve thought about what he wanted to do, lost in ideas—he knew no matter what he did with her, he would have the best time of his life.
After hours and hours of running around Hawkins, undertaking activities that they, just about a week before, would have never thought they'd do again, they had finally gone back to Steve's house.
Even though they'd spent a year apart from each other, they'd both realized how much they cared about each other. As they'd informed each other multiple times that day, they both understood it, but neither of them had dared divulge their true feelings toward one another—they didn't want to ruin the moment.
Steve hated that he hadn't realized it earlier.
He knew he shouldn't have ever dated Nancy Wheeler in the first place. Looking back, Kate had always meant something to him, even if he didn't always want to admit it. He had been an idiot not to realize it earlier, but as he danced with her, teased her, sang terribly with her, it hit him once again how… perfect Kate was. He'd forgotten how carefree he could be with her, how carefree she could be with him. He'd forgotten about those simple moments with her, and he hadn't realized how much he'd missed them until he shared them with her again.
Kate, for once in a long time, felt at home. She loved seeing Steve giggle and dance with her (the giggle, in particular, made her melt because of how he'd start wheezing he'd laugh so hard), having a good time—she had been sucked right back into the good old days again. She hadn't even minded whenever he'd thrown her into his pool with her clothes on, quickly jumping in right after her even though it was the first week of November and already cold. For once in what had seemed like a long time, she wasn't having to deal with her dad and El's bickering, not having to deal with the new minor crisis of the week in her friend group, but only enjoying herself with the boy she loved so dearly. She wasn't thinking about anyone else, or anything else, for that matter, because, for once, she didn't have to.
Nonetheless, the two were having the time of their lives with each other and realized that while they had each other, they didn't need anyone else for the time being.
They, at that moment, sat in Steve's living room, watching the newest episode of Miami Vice (Kate had made it very clear that even though she was still pissed at her father, she would not be missing the latest episode) as they ate the candy they'd picked up from Melvald's. Steve hadn't ever seen a single episode of the show, mostly because it had had its series premiere in September, but he didn't care—as long as he was with her, he'd play along, even if he was very confused about the plot.
They'd pick up an assortment of candies from the convenience store: M&Ms, Reese's (the cups and the pieces), Three Musketeers, Hershey's Bars, Milky Ways, Kit Kats—the list seemed endless.
Kate's head rested on Steve's shoulder, his arm slung lazily across her shoulders as they watched the show. Both of them, while obviously kind of paying attention to Miami Vice, talked throughout the whole thing.
"I forgot how much you like Reese's," Steve said, stealing another peanut butter cup from the candy mountain they'd created on his coffee table.
Kate nodded, taking a Three Musketeers. "I like these, too."
He chuckled, and she melted. She couldn't remember the last time the two of them had ever been this… happy. Oddly enough, Steve couldn't either.
It almost didn't seem to fit the tragic theme both of their lives had taken.
After Kate's sister had died, after her mother had left, her father hadn't exactly won parent of the year. Back then, she was over at Steve's house all the time just to get away from her dad. Of course, things weren't much better at his house, either, with his father's dickish behavior and his mother's inability to stand up for her son. Steve had never blamed her for it, really—on occasion, his father scared him more than anything, and that included more than Demogorgons.
That's why Steve preferred it when his parents weren't home, even if it meant he was left alone in that big house.
Before last Veteran's day weekend, when his parents hadn't been home, he hadn't ever been truly alone. For the most part, Kate usually slipped out of the trailer and would come to keep him company. By the time they reached sophomore year, he might've possibly thrown a party, maybe a girl would stay over. Once he'd started dating Nancy last December, she'd even come over once in a while, leaving when he'd finally fallen asleep. By the end of the summer, not even she would come over to keep him company, not for long.
That was when Steve had discovered that being alone without his parents was still better than being with them.
Kate remembered Steve's parents. Although she hadn't seen them in a long, long time, she knew they weren't fantastic. Kate vividly remembered when she'd been at his house around Christmas in the ninth grade and Steve's father had been on the way back from another business trip. Steve's mother had told the two of them over dinner, after a few glasses of wine, that she'd found out he'd been cheating on her with his secretary. She remembered how Steve had been absolutely crushed, and he had cried until the second he'd heard the front door open and shut, and they only listened to the fight below them as she held him tight.
Steve remembered Kate's parents, too. He remembered the day that Diane had left, and Kate had called him, the day after Christmas, to tell him everything that had happened. He remembered how much Kate cried and screamed about how much she hated her mother, how much she'd hated Diane, and how her father had finally told her to hang up the phone so he could try to get in touch with her mother again. He'd remembered all those times after she'd moved when Kate had come to his house to escape, and Hopper may or may not have come to find her—it all depended on how much he'd had to drink that day.
Both of them wished better for the other, but by then, they'd both accepted the realities of their own situations.
"You know, I'm kinda glad my dad and I got into a fight last night," Kate finally said.
"Oh yeah? Why?"
"Because today wouldn't have happened if we didn't," she replied. "This is the most fun I've had in a long time. Really."
He smiled. "Me too."
As they scooted closer to one another, they were both glad that they'd found their way back to one another.
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Let’s finish the trifecta! Fin and Scarlett getting walked in on
I mean, the answer to this is which time? because they’ve been caught by basically every member of their families
But I wanted to switch it up teehee :)
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Fin is working on the underside of a Longbow on a garage creeper when he hears the sound of a familiar gait and the cries of a baby. Smiling, he rolls his creeper out from under the ship to be met with the desperate face of his brother-in-law, holding his crying daughter.
“She won’t calm again?” he asks, clambering to his feet. Tyler shakes his head.
“She’s teething and we’ve tried everything but I think she just wants to be adopted by you,” Ty says and Fin’s heart breaks for his absolutely exhausted Alpha, before opening his arms for Lae. Ty places her in his arms and just like that, the crying turns to mere displeased grumbling. “Unbelievable,” Tyler whispers, collapsing into the seat at Fin’s workbench.
Fin ignores him, instead walking a lap around the Longbow, cooing at Lae. As he’s coming back around the Longbow, he hears his Uniglass ping.
“Hey, Ty, can you just check that, it’s probably Scar telling me what she wants me to grab on the way home for dinner,” he says, grinning at the thought of going home to his wife.
“She on bedrest or something?” Tyler asks and Fin nods.
“Yeah, the doctor’s want her to be careful, what with the fact it’s twins,” he explains and then shrugs, “I don’t know, I think she’s just so excited to be a mum that she’s just following all orders to the T but it’s kind of nice, being the one to take care of her instead of the other way around,” Lae starts fussing again so he turns around to take another lap around the Longbow. “Anyway, what does she want for dinner?” He calls and hears the slide of his uniglass being picked up. Just as he rounds Tyler’s side of the Longbow, he sees a uniglass (presumably his) going flying across the room like it had been thrown.
“What the fuck?” he demands as he approaches Tyler again, who is looking very flushed.
“What the fuck, me? What the fuck, you?” Tyler sputters right back. Fin’s brows furrow.
“What do mean, what the fuck me?” Tyler seems at a loss for words, throwing a disgusted look to the uniglass on the floor.
“You said Scarlett would be messaging about dinner, not writing an essay about-” he gags a little before standing and taking Lae from Fin’s arms, “Well, I won’t repeat it in front of impressionable young ears.”
Fin, confused, walks over to his uniglass, picks it up from the floor and opens the message his wife had just sent him, reading both paragraphs.
The first was indeed a request for pasta and ice cream for dinner (he pats himself on the back for guessing correctly).
The second was definitely longer than the first and Fin’s cheeks heat as he reads it. It was basically a treatise on how all she had thought about today was not being so pregnant so that they could resume the... extracurriculars of their marriage. She went into the kind of detail that one would expect from those trashy erotica novels she loves and he can feel his cheeks heating more and more each line.
Eventually, he turns back to his brother-in-law sheepishly and holds the uniglass up.
“So, uh, how much did you read before you realised what you were reading?” Tyler sends him a scathing look.
“I didn’t need or want to know that much about your dick or how your children were conceived, Fin,” he says. Fin nods.
“So not the really bad stuff,” he says and Tyler shudders a little.
“I seriously doubt that could've have gotten worse,” he says and Fin doesn’t correct him, instead just returning the uniglass to it’s previous position on his workbench.
“Sorry. We send messages like that back and forth every now and then but had I known she was going to message me that, I wouldn’t have gotten you to pick it up,” he explains, rubbing his neck awkwardly.
Tyler didn’t answer, instead sniffing Lae’s head as if the baby scent could calm him.
“I’m messaging our group chat and telling them never to look at your’s and Scar’s uniglasses,” he says eventually, throwing another scathing look at the device. Fin nods but doesn’t respond, instead reaching over and scratching Lae’s head.
“Worth it,” he says, grinning and Tyler just groans, before standing and walking out of the garage. Fin drops his head, grinning like an idiot.
He takes another look at the Longbow and then at the uniglass.
Eh, the Longbow will be just as much a piece of chakk tomorrow, he decided, stripping his overalls off. Tonight, worshipping his wife was much more pressing.
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You just know that Finlett sext.
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Second chapter is already out! I surprise myself sometimes >:3
AO3 Crosspost:
Dear Fellow Traveler
Chapter 2: Affections
It had only been a few weeks since Spencer and Morgan had been talking, but Spencer felt like he'd known the man forever. He’s even found himself getting distracted at work just thinking about how he’d get to tease Derek later, which was a first for him.
Honestly, he still surprises himself with how bold he can push himself to be.
“Dr. Reid?” Spencer looked up from his book to see a student nervously shuffling a few papers in their hands. “I know the professor isn’t here right now, but do you think you can take a look at my essay before I hand it in?”
Spencer nodded and quietly took the papers from the student’s hands, pulling out a pen from the drawer. Within a few minutes, he wrote a few detailed notes on different sections before handing it back. “Your introduction and second paragraph need a little work, but otherwise I’d say it’s solid.”
The student nodded, gratefully taking back the papers. They moved to leave, then paused, turning back to Spencer who had taken up his book again. “Do you know when Professor Gideon will be back? Not that I mind you teaching the class, but he’s–”
“More lenient with grading, I know.” Spencer said, looking up at the student with his usual blank expression. “He’ll be back this afternoon and return to teaching tomorrow, so you can relax.” The student’s shoulders slumped with relief, and they quickly excused themselves.
Spencer heaved a sigh. It was always like this at Virginia University. Half the students here paid their way into the school and don’t know what they’re doing, then expect for the teachers to pick up their slack. I’m tired of it. He put his book down, suddenly losing interest in reading. He felt too crummy to really enjoy it right now.
After a moment of thought, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. It turns out, Derek had sent him a message. Curious. He doesn’t often text during the day.
[3:37 pm]
De-Reel_Morgan: Hey Pretty Boy. I have some free time right now, so I wanted to check in.
[3:38 pm]
De-Reel_Morgan: Did the professor you were covering for come back yet?
[3:52 pm]
throughthe_Reids: Not yet, but he’ll be here soon. I hope.
[3:52 pm]
throughthe_Reids: The students are getting antsy now that their grades are dropping. They thought they could get away with turning in tossed together assignments and expect a good grade.
Spencer looked up when someone else walked into Gideon’s office. Lo and behold, it was the man himself. Gideon paused, staring at Spencer in surprise. “What are you still doing here, Reid? Office hours ended two hours ago.” He laughed as Spencer quietly slipped his phone back into his pocket.
“I told your students that they could come in until four, since many of them had questions.” Spencer explained. “I don’t blame them. This chapter is particularly complex.” Gideon squinted at him.
“But don’t you need to finish your dissertation?” Gideon asked, sliding his bag under his desk and pulling up another chair.
“I finished it a few days ago and already made all the necessary corrections. Besides, finals are in a few weeks, then graduation. So, I’ve got time.” Spencer explained. Gideon always worries about him, but really, Spencer is fine. I’m always fine.
Gideon settled down and slipped on his reading glass, looking through the pile of assignments Spencer had spent the afternoon grading. Spencer fiddled with his hands for a moment before reaching for his book, hesitating when his phone buzzed.
Out of habit, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, reading the new messages from Derek with a gentle smile.
[4:01 pm]
De-Reel_Morgan: Ah, I’m sorry. But hey, as long as you know you’re doing a good job, at least some of those kids are learning.
[4:02 pm]
De-Reel_Morgan: Try not to beat yourself up about it, okay? I know you’re an awesome teacher.
[4:02 pm]
throughthe_Reids: Thanks, Derek. We’ll talk later. Promise.
When Spencer looked up, Gideon was gazing at him with a conflicted expression, glasses sliding down his nose. “So who are you talking to?” Gideon asked with a sigh. “You hardly ever use your phone as it is, and you're smiling like a kid who managed to steal some candy from a jar.”
Spencer hesitated. Gideon probably won’t be too impressed if he told the truth. But it wasn’t easy to hide things from Gideon. So, what the hell. What’s the worst that could happen? “A friend of mine introduced me to another friend, who I’m talking to now.” At that, Gideon frowned.
“Even after everything that’s going on right now, you’re still taking that risk, Reid?” Gideon huffed in disbelief. “That man is still out there. How do you know it's not him?”
“Gideon, I respect you, but even I know this guy’s M.O. by now. My, uh, friend is nothing like that. And the person who introduced us is more than trustworthy.” Spencer stated. Gideon’s frown only grew deeper.
“You can never trust anyone, Spencer. How long is it until you get it through your head?” Gideon stood up, gathering his things.
“Gideon, I understand that your time at the BAU was traumatic, to say the least.” Spencer murmured, trying hard to appease his mentor. “But not everyone is like the unsubs you were trying to catch, and just because I need to be cautious does not mean I shouldn’t try to continue living my life.”
“Spencer.” Gideon drew in a deep, shuddering breath. “If something were to happen to you under my watch, I would never forgive myself. And if you are talking to anyone in the BAU, like I suspect, that will only ensure that something bad will happen. I want you to stop talking to them. Both of them. It’s safer that way.”
Spencer didn’t say anything else. He shouldn’t have said anything. Now he was going to feel horrible for the rest of the day. “Right. Good afternoon, Gideon. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said, trying hard to keep his voice flat, emotionless. It hurt less that way. Quietly, he slung his messenger bag over his shoulder and left the office.
He took the subway home, as usual, and collapsed on his bed. He could already feel a migraine approaching, and Morgan doesn’t know about his condition. I don’t want to leave him hanging, but the screen is going to start hurting my eyes sooner rather than later.
With a heavy sigh, he pulls out his phone and typed out Penelope’s number, letting the phone ring. She picked up almost immediately. “Spencer! Hey! Hi! Are you okay? Did something happen? Are you in danger?”
Despite himself, Spencer laughs. “No, no. I’m fine, Penelope.” He murmured, smiling gently. “I just, uh, needed to talk? I guess? Or rather, let you know that another migraine is coming on. So I don’t want to leave Derek without him knowing what’s happening. Could you let him know?”
Penelope didn’t reply for a moment, and Spencer realized her silence must mean she’s plotting something. “Why don’t you call him yourself? I’m sure he’d love to finally hear your voice.”
“Penelope, he doesn’t even know what I look like. He’s been complaining that you haven’t even shown him pictures.” Spencer replied, slightly shaking his head even though he knew she couldn’t see him, and promptly stopped when it sparked more pain. “Besides, I sound like a high schooler on a good day. I can only imagine how I’ll sound even a half hour from now.”
“Aw, don’t say that! You don’t sound too bad anyway.” Penelope teased. Spencer rolled his eyes.
“Thanks, Penelope.” Spencer sighed, playfully exasperated.
“But seriously, he’s been dying to hear your voice. He sounds like a starved puppy sometimes.” Penelope continued. “But he’s lovable. And I’m glad you’re giving him a chance.”
“More like he’s giving me a chance.” Spencer added softly. “I still can’t quite believe that he’s made the effort to continue talking to me. I didn’t want to believe Gideon, but maybe he was right.”
“Gideon’s back? And he’s already being overprotective? Shocker.” Penelope huffed. “Anyway, I don’t want to pressure you, so don’t worry. I’ll let him know for you. Talk soon. Love ya!”
“Thanks again, Penelope.” Spencer murmured, wincing as pain sparked behind his eyes. He hung up, then managed to drag himself out of bed and head to the bathroom. He took a cloth and dampened it with some cool water, laying it over his eyes as he laid back on his bed.
As he fought to regulate his breathing, Spencer found that just quieting down his brain for a few minutes made him feel a little better. He spent the rest of the evening like that, occasionally getting up to dampen the cloth again.
Despite his wishes, Spencer found he could only fall into a light doze. Sleep eluded him, as per usual. But he found that when Derek encourages him to rest, he finds it much easier to do so. Ah, if only it didn’t hurt so much. And I don’t want to bother him either.
Spencer wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but he suddenly felt his phone vibrating viciously. He didn’t want to answer, really, but something in him pushed him to carefully peel the cloth off his eyes and haphazardly tapped at his phone, eventually answering the call.
After a few moments of silence (Spencer always allowed the person on the other line to speak first, for security reasons), the smooth voice on the other end asked, “Pretty boy, you there?” At that, Spencer felt himself freeze, both in shock and utter disbelief.
“S-sorry, who is this?” Spencer shot up, stifling a groan of pain as he did. It couldn’t be Derek, could it? No, no, of course not. It’s probably that bastard again, trying to get me to let my guard down. I should’ve checked before I answered. God, this always happens whenever I get close to anyone–
“It’s Derek. Uh, Derek Morgan. Garcia said you were in a lot of pain yesterday, so I just wanted to check in. I thought about texting you, but I realized you probably couldn’t look at them in your state.” Derek explained, his voice soft but strong.
“Yesterday…?” Spencer couldn’t quite believe it. He glanced at his table clock, which indeed proved that a whole day had passed. Well, it was actually getting closer to forty-eight hours. And nothing from Gideon. Though I shouldn’t be surprised. “I see.”
“Sorry, I know this was kind of out of the blue, and I know you aren’t feeling the best, but I was worried. Probably more worried than I should’ve been.” Derek admitted after a moment.
Spencer couldn’t help but smile, despite the pain he was in. “I’m sorry to have worried you. I told her not to make it sound too bad, but I guess she exaggerated a little. It’s just a migraine, nothing serious.”
Derek laughed. “Yeah, I know. But I don’t like knowing that my pretty boy is in pain.” Spencer blinked slowly, stunned. His pretty boy?
“Yeah, yeah. Well, I’m sorry if I don’t sound my best.” Spencer said, desperately trying to change the topic of conversation. If any more little nicknames come out of his mouth, I don’t think I’ll survive. “I normally sound better than this. Not by much, but better.”
“No, don’t apologize. You sound, uh, cute, actually.” Derek let out a nervous laugh. “Anyway, glad you’re good and in one piece so I guess I’ll leave you alone now, bye!” Spencer didn’t want him to hang up. But he knew Derek was busy. And considering that Gideon had suspected the people he was talking to were from the BAU, Spencer could only assume Derek and Penelope worked with them too.
And all this thinking is making my brain hurt. “D-Derek, wait.” Spencer found himself saying, mentally smacking himself. Stop trying to keep this man from his job. “Do you think you could just…stay on the phone with me for a little longer? I just wanna hear your voice.”
There was silence on the other end for a moment, and Spencer felt that he had pushed the boundary much farther than it should have been and why did he say that–
“Alright, Spence. Anything to make you feel better. And if you promise to try to get some sleep.” Derek finally said, huffing gently in amusement.
“Yeah, promise.” Spencer agreed quickly, laying back against his pillows. He could hear Derek moving a desk chair, maybe, and settle into it.
“I’m not sure what to talk about. You’re a lot better at this than I am.” Derek admitted. Despite his words, he sounded a lot more confident than he did a few minutes ago. As Spencer closed his eyes, he fell asleep to the soft, steady cadence of Derek’s words, with him talking about his team’s latest cases and how much he’s enjoying Doctor Who so far.
~
Spencer woke up with a start the next morning. His migraine was basically gone, just the sensation of the dull, lingering pain, but nothing excruciating. At the very least, he was able to check his phone without wanting to gauge his eyes out.
As he read the messages from Derek, he froze as he slowly remembered all that had happened the previous evening. I must have been more out of it then I realized. Spencer let out a groan of pure embarrassment, pressing his face into his hands. “He was complimenting me on my voice and I didn’t say anything about his and it was probably really rude. And I asked him to stay on the phone with me and he was probably busy and I just don’t get why he’s wasting his time. God, why am I like this?”
After getting all that out of his system, he went through all the messages he had missed while he was out of commission. Gideon was checking in, assumed right about the migraine. Alright… He paused when he realized he had more than a handful of messages from Derek, of all people. And most of them are from before we had that call.
[6:51 pm]
De-Reel_Morgan: Hey, Spence. Just checking in.
[6:51 pm]
De-Reel_Morgan: I know we normally talk around this time, but I get it if you’re busy. Just don’t push yourself too hard!
[10:13 pm]
De-Reel_Morgan: Alright, maybe I’m getting worried over nothing and you’re asleep. Rest well, okay?
[7:27 am]
De-Reel_Morgan: Heard the news from Garcia. She told me not to worry, but it seems that’s all I’m good for these days.
[7:27 am]
De-Reel_Morgan: Please just take care of yourself, okay?
[8:39 pm]
De-Reel_Morgan: Alright, I can’t take it anymore. Not being able to hear from you is driving me crazy. And I wanna make sure you’re okay. That too.
[8:40 pm]
De-Reel_Morgan: I’m gonna give you a call, so forgive me if I sound a little like a crazy person. I promise I’m not normally like this.
[4:12 am]
De-Reel_Morgan: I’m assuming you finally fell asleep. Have you been having trouble sleeping, Spence? Just let me know and I’m 10000% willing to do this again.
[4:13 am]
De-Reel_Morgan: But not just to hear your voice or anything. No. Nope. Nothing like that.
[6:33 am]
De-Reel_Morgan: Hopefully you rested well. I looked into some temporary pain relief for migraines, and they say that warm drinks might help a little. So maybe try some tea, or hot chocolate.
[6:33 am]
De-Reel_Morgan: But lay off the coffee for a little while, you little addict.
Spencer felt his face grow warm at Derek’s affections. Maybe, just maybe, it was alright to think that Derek cared about him. Like, really cared about him. Despite what Gideon had to say, he really wanted to keep talking to Derek. He makes me feel…special. Like I’m worth something. And he’s nothing like the person Gideon’s trying to protect me from. I think, just this once, I can make my own decisions.
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It is a good idea, I think, to organize and verbalize one's thoughts when words and organization are suddenly available. To one. That one being me.
I admitted to myself a couple nights ago that ᴵ ᵐᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵇᵘʳⁿᵗ ᵒᵘᵗ and after a proper breakdown, I find myself in a multitude of clear and rational thoughts of processing that had escaped me for so many weeks.
So basically, I present:
Ranting, but Maturely and Diplomatically, and using two songs to Convey Emotional Processing, because I am a Nerd and a Philosopher and have No Business being in a Science Field as my major
An Essay by Red
I am not a person taken by regret.
It doesn't fit in my worldview, my faith, or my personality. Granted, I might be a little extreme about it, but I genuinely find no good reason to look back on things with anything but gratitude and respect.
As a Christian, this stems from the simple idea that God is good, God does good, and the tapestry looks ugly on this side, but hey, He sent Joseph to slavery, Job through extreme loss and depression, and Jesus to the cross, and look at the beautiful stories He weaved from that. Who is the clay to shake it's fist at the potter, y'know?
But it is very, /very/ hard not to look at things and be regretful these days.
In summary, I am three out of four years into a program that looked very shiny and new when I applied. Currently, past me is looking very naive, and should have kept her nose to the ground and did what everyone else did and joined an established program.
...But I won't say that to past me, and I won't let current me dwell on it.
Allow me, if you will, to bring you through a very difficult path with two songs.
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I did not vibe with this song when I first heard it. Again, regret? Resentment? Doesn't sit well with me. But today...
I do a funny thing where I rewrite romances into metaphors. I'm able to breathe a lot of TSwift easily this way-- she's a brilliant lyricist who writes one thing and paints it with such emotion that it becomes relatable no matter how outrageously unique the situation or story is.
My story is grief over my major. This beautiful new chapter of my life, which cost a little extra to get into, a little extra hope that the program would take off, and had a little bit of forbidden intrigue to hook me in.
Would've, could've, should've played it safe, but she danced with the devil to play with destiny and chance.
Where I find myself stuck in a time loop, is in the mournful heartsong between the bridge and the last chorus.
This year has already pulled me away from fellowship in the Church, from staying and ministering to people, from serving, from being emotionally available to people who I know need me, and yes, I would've stayed on my knees, in a solid and secure place if I hadn't made this gamble and found every hour suddenly something precious that no longer belongs to me. It belongs to my books, my lessons, these modules, to studying more, harder, faster.
Nineteen tipped from romantics to harsh reality.
Girlhood has officially been ripped from my fingers, replaced by the stress of adulthood. Give it back, it was mine.
I can't sleep well, I'm tired during the day-- the list goes on. A good description of my feelings? Sit with an empty head and let Taylor's panicked voice in the chorus and bridge and the breathlessness towards the end wash over you. It's like defending the unworthy, tripping over my words and falling short, because I really had no idea what was in store for me.
Honest truth? Being busy was fun the first two years. Being in uniform is bedazzling. Being in the workforce is amazing.
But "now that I'm old, I'm scared of ghosts." And let me tell you-- I fear nothing. Past and present. Another personality and worldview thing, I suppose. But this year?
Why hello there spontaneous anxiety, where did you come from? Oh, lack of sleep and overwhelming workload let you in?
How rude, they didn't ask me first.
Perhaps it was when the professors said we needed to learn to cope differently than most, or implied burn out would happen sooner than we expected, but I got lost somewhere in the punchline.
What do you mean this feeling of my soul slipping through my fingers doesn't end? I thought school was the hard part?
Memories of college life are going to haunt me. I have nothing but tears to bring out of this.
Taylor's wailing hit something deep in me today, and twisted it till I found out I was bleeding.
...but then?
For my soul, I sat in on Bible Study (my dad teaches and it's in our home), red eyed and exhausted, and we were in the passage of one woman who falls at the feet of Jesus and weeps, annointing his feet with expensive oil.
It reminded me of another song.
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(God bless this man)
Another amazing lyricist, but I'm going to start with the music.
The song begins lamenting, like a funeral dirge, low and sorrowful. It's /crawling/ with grief, and drags us where we're told to be, with little hope or sight or joy about it.
"Come to me all who are weary and heavy laden and I will give you rest." But it's before we know what we're getting. "Look upon the bronze serpant" but we don't know we'll be saved.
I woke up Wednesday morning to my alarm, real early, with a full day ahead of me. I love Wednesdays, but not this Wednesday. I was pretty sure I was going to pass out at the most and maybe fall asleep at the wheel at the least.
"Lord, strength. Just give me strength."
Simple line, little prayer in my head, because the only thing I knew to do in weariness was to pray. I was so tired.
He sent a possum to scurry across the road to wake me in the morning, and a truck to nearly kill me in the afternoon. In between? A lady who was very confused and a little boy who couldn't keep still. Oh, and a music lesson where my fingers remembered more than my mind. And a review session where I was given plenty of chocolate to keep me awake.
I lived to tell the tale, so I think He gave me what I needed...? XP
The song builds to another bridge that I find myself caught in: the key shifts, the lights turn on, and the singer lifts his eyes and realizes--
Coming to the feet of Jesus isn't /just/ to lay your burdens down. It isn't /just/ to pray for deliverance and ask in supplication. It isn't /just/ to mourn.
One might come to do that, but once I am on my knees, and my burdens are lifted, my eyes are able to look up, and /see/.
I've seen the darkness and muck and corruption, and when I look up, how much brighter! How much fuller! How much more overwhelming in beauty!
Lament turns to worship, there at the feet of Jesus.
Who looks back on that tapestry, and smiles at whatever it's being made to, while I walk through every stitch as faithfully as I can.
Hallelujah, there's no place for regret here.
Hallelujah, there's no room for remorse.
Hallelujah, /look at how beautiful/.
I'll stop there to keep from preaching.
It's by no means a solution.
Am I still exhausted? Yes.
Has this made my workload go away? No.
Do I feel a little less burnt out? ...ᴹᵃʸᵇᵉ
But I sat today, after three or more weeks of a long process of burn out, that certainly doesn't magically evaporate today, I found my tears marking a tipping point.
My words, which had been held captive under some spell of anxiety, had suddenly come loose. Emotional stagnation finally burst into a thousand little fires which I can /feel/ and be burned by. The skin is sensitive and raw, but that means its human.
And I can sink back into what it feels like to be me.
I don't regret being here. I can only look down at my feet...
...and make the next right step. Knowing it's already laid out for me.
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☕️ bakugou katsuki :)
[just as a general statement: i’m only at the start of season 4 !!!]
okay i LOVE bakugo like tbh i spent seasons 1 and 2 being like “oh my god i love him he’s such a shithead” but then once season 3 happened w/ the training camp and everything after i was like “oh..... OH..............” and also bc i think s3 is really when we start to see him.......... kinda reach out to his classmates? like i dont even remember the context or what he said but i remember early s3 thinking to myself “oh hey bakugo just..... gave his own form of motivation”
but like........ here is where bakugo GETS ME like, the fight he and deku had after the provisional licensing exam......... holy shit like
1) of all things, i thought bakugo was going on the “i hate myself bc i was too weak and i got caught” route, which would’ve been heartbreaking in itself!!!! but instead we got “i hate myself bc i was too weak and i got caught and that in turn destroyed the hero i’ve admired my entire life and all might absolutely blames me” and that like. really got me tbh like i’ve always seen bakugo as a character whose pride will be his downfall and i think they really did it in such an interesting way bc bakugo truly blames himself for what happened to all might, even after all might assures him that he was going to lose his power anyway, and it just. makes me really sad, you know? bc yeah bakugo can be. aggressive. to say the least. but he’s still a kid, you know? and all might obviously cares for his students and he truly felt like he failed as bakugo’s teacher because bakugo was feeling so guilty and like. thinking back? i think we really do see that guilt? or at least the Effects of that guilt? and it makes me big sad :( not to mention the fact that, maybe it was just my interpretation, but the bakugo we see kidnapped by the LOV seemed to be scared, in his own way? like if im remembering correctly, he was like “you assholes won’t kill me, you want me for your league” but he was still Actually Thinking about his movements and what he was going to do? and during the fight with all for one, he actually admitted to himself that he was stuck? that he couldn’t get away from the LOV and therefore all might couldn’t fight to his full potential bc of the collateral damage? and just like to see bakugo Actually Accept that he’s in a bad situation + the guilt like........ oh boy
2) and also bakugo and deku’s actual fight was top tier holy shit like. the fact that deku was like “i’m not going to back down from this fight, not only am i the only one who understands what bakugo is going through and i know he needs to blow off some steam, but i’m also going to show him that he can’t push me around anymore” and bakugo like....... genuinely being upset that he beat deku? like i just keep thinking abt him asking all might why he chose deku to have one for all, especially bc bakugo then asks something along the lines of “but don’t you see that i’m weak now, too?” like.......... the fight was just so good and we saw how deku has progressed and made one for all his own quirk and also like. we almost see this tragic downfall-esque moment for bakugo? like bakugo’s fatal flaw is his pride and how he sees Any Type Of Help as a sign that he’s weak, and he finally felt this true moment of “everything i have done in my life has been wrong.” like, when he asks deku, “does this mean everything i’ve done to become just like all might has been wrong?” oh boy............. like i really want bakugo to learn that help =/= weakness, and even all might pointed it out that, while deku admires bakugo’s desire to win, bakugo “fears deku’s spirit” bc deku always acts with the intention to help others, and bakugo has always viewed that type of..... team work as a sign of weakness. i think it’s why he’s always going off on his own (like in the licensing exam), though hot take i wouldn’t be surprised if his penchant for doing his own thing is also tied to his guilt over what happened with all might
also though his friendship with kirishima???? top tier like tbh i love how kirishima seems to kinda see through bakugo and they really do seem to get each other :’)
i think my main thing with bakugo, and maybe this is a little too much heart-on-my-sleeve, but i kinda tend to have a bit of a soft spot for characters who are Angry A Lot like. maybe this sounds dumb but it’s very much this protective feeling of “ik what it’s like to be so consumed by anger that it sometimes feels like it’s the core of your personality and God do i want to see you heal” but i think that might be some projection on my end akjdsjkdjkds like i just get a bit sad bc bakugo, along with all the students, are Kids and the show doesn’t let you forget that they are Kids who always happen to be at the wrong place in the wrong time and it’s just like. i want him + all the characters to be able to heal
also tbh ik she’s only been seen like.......... twice but i have :/ thoughts :/ on bakugo’s mom and this is DEFINITELY projection but it really stood out to me how the way she described his quirk was “stupid awesome” in kinda a dismissive way and how she has that same aggressive behavior and. okay. that might have been for comedic effect like “ahahaha see how similar they are!!” like i get it and it also got a few chuckles out of me but also like. i am :/ bc parental figures play a Big Role in the show (such as deku’s love for his mom while all might essentially stands in as a father figure, todoroki having to actually address the hate he has towards his father [though i have hmm thoughts abt his situation with his mom too], and tbh i’ll even put iida with his older brother here bc of how much his goals align with making his brother/family proud) and it Really stands out to me how bakugo’s mom shares his anger/aggressive behavior but also seems to see him like. the rest of the world sees him. like while she did show care in being like “obviously i was worried about him, but when aizawa said that the LOV wouldn’t break his spirit, i knew he was in the right hands,” but i am overall very warily :/ at how similar they are, especially in a show that has already shown the depths of parental/guardian influence on its main cast of teenagers
and also there’s already been stuff said about how deku and bakugo eerily parallel all might and endeavor, right? like someone has already wrote a think-piece about that? bc with a show that actually has a very big commentary on breaking cycles of abuse (especially with todoroki), i am Big Eyes Emoji
(this isn’t to like. brush aside the mean things bakugo has done/said to deku and the other characters but like. i think it’s more than just “oh he’s just an asshole” like yeah he’s definitely abrasive and aggressive and jaded but it stems from this overwhelming sense of pride + a warped view of what it means to be a hero) (bc he really did only view being a hero as Winning and while that’s definitely a part of it, he ignored the more emotional side of it) (also don’t get me wrong his pride drives me up the wall a lot, especially thinking back to the sports festival, and again maybe this is me thinking too much or projecting, but it’s very obvious that he was heralded from the moment his quirk developed and that immediately made a recipe for disaster)
tldr: i love bakugo! a lot! he drives me up a wall but GOD get this kid some therapy <3
#HEY DID YOU EXPECT AN ESSAY WHEN YOU SENT THIS ASK#also this isnt proofread ajkdskjds#soulproof#//////#////////////////#bnha
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simpbur's college roommate
tw: obsession, possessiveness? not really tbh, simpbur is caught, overstim, vibrator, afab body, vaginal penetration, pretty boy is thrown around and so is good boy, praise, maybe a tiny bit degrading, im just a little bit scared to look through this to check for anything else. its not bad but im just scared i'll delete this if i dont post it now.
1.7k words, so not that long but I promised you guys content so here it is!
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it was the smaller things, really.
you wouldn’t notice them, if you weren’t looking for them, type of deal. a shirt that fits you just a little bit too snug so it sits in the back of your closet, or did. an old polaroid with an older friend, faces smiling into the flash of light, it had sat in the bottom of your old memory box, said box gone untouched by you for months. an oversized, raggedy hoodie that you had ditched for a newer, softer coat.
you didn’t want to believe it but at the moment you had bigger fish to fry with schoolwork.
the coat from before sat in your lap at the moment, you parked yourself in the library as you studied with a close friend for some government essay, and you were just nearly finished with the second to last page, when your friend spoke up.
she taps on your arm, pulling out your earbud, “hey, your roommate is will, er, wilbur, right?” you stopped in the middle of a word, lifting your head to meet her eyesight.
“yeah, why? he being creepy or something?” you ask, hoping for a no, he wasn’t bad, but you knew that if anybody else had been his roommate, he would've found himself in trouble during the first week alone.
“no, actually, it’s just- it’s just that, um, are you guys dating?” you snorted, really? you and him? dating?
“he’s cute, but no, why d’ya ask?” you laugh to yourself as you look into your notes as you start typing again.
“well, he’s just been wearing your hoodie, like a lot.” you still, eyebrows furrowing. your hoodie?
“how do you know it's my hoodie?” you look her in her eyes, folding your arms together as you lean back.
“i know for sure its your hoodie because it has that one bleach stain on the front and on the shoulder from when you said you could wear a hoodie and bleach your hair, and the time that you spilt bleach directly onto your hoodie and panicked for five minutes before doing something about it. i know it's yours so why is he wearing it?” your mind is blank as you stuff your things back into your backpack, her sputtering with questions and your lack of answers leaving much to be desired.
but as you exit the building, you shrug your coat as it starts to pour and the dark sky flashes for a moment. you rush in your walking to get to the dorms as soon as possible. just your luck that your dorm is on the other side of the campus. its still about five minutes before you bang on your dorm room. the music blasting on the other side silences as your roommate opens the door, his mouth drops into a round circle and you stare at his chest as you push past him.
“where the hell have you been? it’s barely been pouring!” he sounds off like a rattled hen but you head straight to your room, dumping your backpack and coat on your bed. without an answer, he follows you but any questions he has dries in his mouth as he watches you dig in your closet. pulling a ratty tee shirt and shorts you shrug your soaked shirt over your head.
will has to force himself out of the room but it's not a second later when you come out, hair wet and skin damp when you grab onto his head of hair and pull as you drag him to his room.
throwing him onto the bed, you barely glanced at his face, seeing it already being covered in tears, hands grasping for yours as it leaves him.
you glance around his room before you see the one clean area, his nightstand and dig through that. you found not only items you knew were missing but more, underwear you thought you'd thrown away, a vibrator that you'd thought had gotten stolen by a petty friend, not an obsessive roommate.
and then throwing his closet open, you saw it balled up and thrown in the corner, your hoodie.
taking it out, you push it into will's chest. "dude, literally, what the fuck?" you go to shout at him more but he moves onto his knees, tears dripping and pouring down his cheeks, begging for you to not leave.
"i know i'm a creep, a disgusting one at that, but please don't- please don't leave me, no one's been this nice and stayed with me for this long," he begs and continues to beg as you stand at the foot of his bed, watching as he took a hold of your forearms, rubbing circles into them.
you clasp a hand over his mouth as you coo, shushing him and smoothing over his hair with your other hand.
"my dirty, little stalker doesn't want me to go, but who said i was going to let you leave?" you then pull back on his hair, relishing in the guttural moan that is ripped from his throat, attaching your lips to his neck and climbing into lap, grinding down into the growing bulge in his sweats.
he moans out your name, hands finding purchase wherever he can, gripping your hip and your shoulder, trying to thrust up and meet your hips but you move your hands to hold his hips down.
"no, no, no, good boys take what they're given, that much you've proven, will," you murmur in his ear, slowing the rolls in your hips and watching him writhe beneath you.
"be a good boy for me, huh? are you my pretty boy?" he sobs out a yes as you grind down hard on his cock, the praise going straight to his dick as you mouth bruises into his neck. sucking particularly hard his hands come and circle around your waist, his head hanging onto your shoulder.
"please, please let me-"
"oh no, baby, tonight, it's all about you," you pause, standing up and hearing that beautiful whine pulled from his throat, "your punishment for being a dirty, little whore who wanted all my things for yourself, all of me without me." he shook his head, eyes barely opening as he reaches for you, but you've gone to his nightstand and pulled out the vibrator, turning it on and off and finding it surprisingly still working. well, not that surprising.
"now, you're gonna be a good boy and let me take care of you, or you can be alone," he reaches for you, begging you not to leave him and you can't say you weren't that affected.
something about this tall, greasy simp of a man, who stole your things and wears your old hoodie, begging for you not to go, it just settled nicely in the bottom of your stomach.
you weren't denying you were absolutely soaked by now, shoving your shorts off.
"please, i'll- your good boy, be so good for you-" he cuts himself off as you climb back to straddle his lap, this time rolling your hips once before you turn your vibrator on.
"good, so good for me," you hum as you place the vibrator between your panty-clad folds and his sweatpants-covered-cock. the vibrations sent you to a different plane as you grind into him, listening to the way he cried and the way his legs trembled.
you could tell the next moment, he was about to cum and well, you can't have that, not so soon. "ah, ah, ah," you breathe out, taking the vibe away as you lean back and away from his dick.
he lurched forward and his legs shake again as he's denied an orgasm, he cries out and into your neck.
"is my baby ready for ten more of these?" you ask him and his eyes snap wide open, meeting yours and when a moment passes and you press the vibe back against his dick, he whines.
you weren't kidding about before, it's been about an hour, you think, and he's buried his face in a pillow, crying from the over-stimulation and from not cumming.
you, yourself, have occupied your time with stretching yourself out, three fingers buried deep into your pussy and the sounds coming from it has will peeking out from the pillow, eyes sparkling with that crying glow.
taking your fingers out, and sticking them into his mouth, you move yourself over his lap, taking his cock in your hand as you rub it in between your folds. moaning, you move away as his hips jerk upwards, him biting and crying into his fist.
"my pretty baby, doing so well for me, gonna let me make you feel good? you gonna let me make you cum?" will nods his head and lets out the loudest moan you heard that day when you sink down on his cock.
buried to the hilt, he twitches inside you, and he's begging to cum, "'m gonna, 'm gonna cum, please, plea- need to, i need to cum in you," he begs and who are you to deny your pretty boy that?
"cum for me baby," you say, out of breath as you bounce on his cock, reveling in the slick sounds coming from between y'all. he does cum, hips thrusting upwards to bury himself in you, and you let him. but when you know he's all spent, you start to bounce on his cock, him crying from the over-sensitivity.
"just- just let me cum," you breathe out, balancing yourself with his shoulder and one hand rubbing circles into your clit, moans coming from your mouth as sobs leaves will's.
"oh- oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" you cry out, squeezing around will and falling on top of his chest.
breathing together, you let yourself have this moment before you get up and moves towards the bathroom. you hear him calling out for you as you grab a damp towel, some water, and a dry towel.
"did you think i was going to leave you, baby?" you ask, mostly not expecting an answer but turning to him as you run the damp cloth over his face and neck, he bit his lip.
"a little bit, yeah."
"well, don't think about that again, because as much as you're weird and steal my shit, you're still important to me," you tell me, "you're my pretty boy and you're going to stay that way."
when you finished cleaning him up and then cleaned yourself, you take the spot next to him and pull the covers over you two.
he leans into your side, pulling you into him, trying to get closer than close.
"you promise?"
you smile to yourself, thinking about having him all to yourself, "i promise."
#simpbur#simpbur smut#simpbur x reader#k: praise#k: overstim#k: dacryphilia#k: dry humping#tw: afab#this just feels like crap but i have not been able to write anything else#really sorry
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netflix & chill
summary If you planned things right, you could rain down your raging displeasure on Jeon Jungkook right after the meal but before this proposed ‘Netflix and chilling,’ maybe dramatically throw your glass of wine at him, before storming out of his place and reporting him to the authorities (Namjoon) for his douchebag personality.
warnings grinding, 2 seconds of sub kook, oral (f), cum eating, vanilla but [ passionate ], unprotected sex, dirty talk
tags use of the oldest trick in the book (“your hands are sooo big”), shy oblivious AND gentleman jk? pick a struggle, brief ment of app developer kook, evil and conniving oc
wc 10.2k !! wow!!
will I ever write a serious jk fic? NO. this entire thing was based off this pic of jungkook which i’ve said before that i would print out in sepia filter and crumple and stuff in a drawer n then tell my kids 35 years from now was a long lost lover i met on a cruise to the bahamas and never saw again
ty to mia more @daechwlta for being there during my brief crisis over this fic 🥺
When Namjoon had first not so subtly mentioned the idea of setting you up on a date, it was with a faux air of disinterest that you had masterfully pried the details out of him. Namjoon has a friend, he said, a friend who was kinda sorta attached to his hip. And while Namjoon loved the kid, he also thought this friend could use some social interaction outside of Namjoon.
Now you and Namjoon weren’t exactly the most conventional of friends for him to be proposing blind dates to you at whim. He was your senior at school, your mentor in your scholarship program, an educated man studying for his masters. So when he’d first uttered the words you were immediately on the fence. Sure, the two of you knew each other well and probably got along better than most mentor-mentee pairings among your year, but you doubt Namjoon knew enough of your tastes to offer you up for a blind date.
According to Namjoon, his friend was a kid in the same year as you, making him not so much as a kid as he was your classmate. You brushed it off at first, spewing some bullshit excuse that you’d rather focus on your studies, and how dating was a distraction to your education, as if you hadn’t spent the weekend prior binge watching some Spanish novella while you dutifully ignored your essay.
The second time Namjoon mentions it you agree on the spot. Life on campus could only be interesting for so long, so you might as well make the best of it and go on as many stupid dates as possible.
Namjoon is over the moon.
He tells you he’ll pass your phone number on over to that friend of his—“Jeon Jungkook”—and promises you you won’t regret this because his friend was amazing, really. And for Namjoon to sing his praises for just any underclassmen was unheard of. In fact, besides you, you don’t think Namjoon knows many other students younger than him, and if he did, you hardly doubt he would regard them so highly.
So he gives his friend your number, and so ends your weekly meeting with your mentor. You only realize on the walk back to your dorm that you forgot to ask him about some club at school, the whole goal of this week’s meeting, but by then you don’t really care, the whole conversation fading into the background.
In fact, you forget about the whole ordeal until Friday night rolls around and you’re once again, binge watching another novella on your laptop, when your phone suddenly vibrates.
You were by no means a loser at school, a friendless nobody, but you were also not the outgoing, school-spirited student on the front page of your school’s website, and thus had nearly every app that could produce a notification on your phone muted, every text thread silenced. The only notifications and messages you allowed were from your email and from your roommate, and considering the fact Doyeon was face down in a puddle of her own mid-semester tears right across from you, it was probably your email.
Much to your surprises, it isn’t that “Monday’s Class is CANCELLED” email you were hoping for, but instead some unknown number in a text notification. You roll your eyes, click it open thinking it’s a reminder from some store or from some guy claiming to be from your bank, only to pause at the words written inside the little grey bubble.
hey its jungkook!!! joon gave me your number to I guess ask you on a date soo are you free tmrw night??
The excessive punctuation reminds you a little bit of your kid sister back home and the dorky emails she’ll send you from time to time. It’s with that memory and a smile on your face, that you’re suddenly reminded of what exactly this message is saying. “Oh shit,” you mumble, moving to sit up and reread the text. Doyeon complaining loudly in the background has you reading it twice more before you understand it, and by then there’s a fluttery feeling in your chest.
You were by no means easily swayed by people, but this guy had received praise from Kim Namjoon of all people, so he definitely had some prestige to his name. He doesn’t seem overbearing from this one text he’d sent, but he also didn’t seem completely disinterested.
You try to match his nonchalant energy, letting him know you were in fact free and down to meet him, just to let you know more details.
You won’t lie, there’s a giddy feeling bubbling within you at the prospect of getting all dolled up, hitting the town, pawning a free meal off some unsuspecting college soul, and maybe even hitting it off. It’s been a while since you’ve dated, sue you.
Jeon Jungkook’s response crushes those dreams as well as hurdles you straight into a nightmare.
cool!! was thinking i could cook for us at my place, drink a little wine, maybe Netflix and chill a little bit??
You are blown away by the absolute gall of this man, to butter you up by painting a pretty picture only to reduce you to a mere booty call. The fact he had felt confident enough to say all that within the same sentence blows your mind.
Did this Jeon Jungkook, who you had no idea of what he looked like, who had no idea of what you looked like, seriously just invite you over for some quote unquote Netflix and chill?
Who, in the ever living hell, was this guy who so sleazily invited women over to fuck with no qualms about who they were?
You’re offended that Namjoon would set you up like this, pawn you off to such a greasy friend. But then again, you guess not everyone knows their friends thoroughly, because this Jeon Jungkook flirtatiously inviting your over for some sex sounds nothing like the golden boy Kim Namjoon had raved about earlier this week. You click your phone off, tapping the device against your lips as you ponder how to best rip this jerk to shreds via text.
It’s amidst Doyeon cursing out her statistics teacher that an idea hits you.
Tomorrow was Saturday night, and as far as you knew, you really didn’t have anything else going on for you anyway. You’d take Jeon Jungkook’s offer, let him cook you a free meal and drink some of his wine. He mentioned having his own place, and vaguely you remember Namjoon saying he lived alone, hence his introverted tendencies, so you could slip in and out without doing that walk of shame through a boy’s dorm hall.
Not that there would be anything to feel shameful about. In fact, if you planned things right, you could rain down your raging displeasure on Jeon Jungkook right after the meal but before this proposed ‘Netflix and chilling,’ maybe dramatically throw your glass of wine at him, before storming out of his place and reporting him to the authorities (Namjoon) for his douchebag personality.
Ha! That would certainly teach the asshole not to use his poor, unsuspecting friends to reel in nice girls like you into one night stands.
You could practically feel the devil horns begging to poke out of your skull, the forked tail wiggling behind you, as you click your phone back on and text Jeon Jungkook a great!! what’s your address :)
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Saturday morning and afternoon are as boring as they usually are. You do a little homework, and spend thirty minutes filling Doyeon in on your master plan, which she eats up and even gives you some pointers—“and then you can be like, ‘you sick freak, as if I’d let you near this 5-star, Michelin reviewed, Gordon Ramsey approved coochie’ and throw the whole plate at his head!”—before getting ready for your little date at Jeon Jungkook’s.
You try hard to look good, harder than you would have if he hadn’t offended you by reducing you to a booty call, and Doyeon helps. She does your eyebrows all nice and natural, dusts the thinnest shin of liquid highlighter across the high points of your face, the whole shebang until you’re looking like a sexy, glowing goddess. You shimmy into a pretty dress, nothing too fancy nor too casual, and even pull on those strappy sandals you’d bought on sale last winter before blowing a kiss to Doyeon and meeting your Uber downstairs.
You don’t quite remember what the reason behind Jeon Jungkook living in such a swanky neighborhood a few minutes from campus was, if it was from a job you vaguely recall Namjoon mentioning, or if it was just purely hereditary, but his place is nice. It’s a connected townhouse, something you’d expect a newly wed couple to live in and not some douchebag third year.
Worse comes to worse, you get banned from this rich neighborhood after humiliating one of its residents in his own home, not that you’d ever make it big enough to live here anyway.
You’d texted Namjoon sometime that morning to let him know you were meeting his friend, an ominous text with an even more ominous smiley face attached to it. But it seems Namjoon is easily blinded by underclassmen he trusts, if Jeon Jungkook’s assholish feats and your own suspicious behavior is anything to go by, because he texts you back a polite have fun! he’s a little shy, so it might take a while for the ball to start rolling hahahaha.
Shy my ass, you think closing the door of your Uber behind you. You double check the address that had been texted to you, walking up to the neat townhouse and knocking against the polished door.
It’s a little chilly, and you hope finding an Uber is easier later tonight when you make your grand escape. It’s between these thoughts that the door swings open, revealing the most handsome man you’ve ever met.
He’s attractive, disgustingly so, with dark hair and light brown tips to contrast, tickling his cheekbones. His dark eyes are round and imploring as they meet yours, gaze almost innocent and doe like as he takes you in. He’s got this soft, blue turtleneck on, and it looks like it should be a seasonal sweater reserved for the holidays but he pulls it off nicely on this premature spring night. His pretty pink lips move, and it takes you a second to realize he’s talking.
“___?” He says, and his voice is deep, yet soft in its own unique way. You nod, like a stupid bobble head, because your throat constricted the moment this beautiful angel opened the door. “It’s cold outside, come in!” He urges you, out stretching his palm to make sure you don’t trip over the slight step up the door as he brings you into his home.
“Hi,” he exhales when you’re finally inside, standing a little too close to you in his small entryway.
“Hi,” you finally choke out, a little dazed by how handsome he is, and the sudden realization that you’re supposed to throw your glass of wine at him tonight because he’s a douchebag dawns on you. You blink yourself out of your stupor, taking a step back and gesturing towards your sandal clad feet.
“Oh!” Jeon Jungkook exclaims at the sudden realization. “I forgot to set out a pair of slippers for you,” he sheepishly admits, before he excuses himself to go get some. There’s a tiny ottoman pushed against the wall, beneath a long mirror, that you take a seat on it, carefully unstrapping your sandals.
All the while, you’re deep in thought.
It makes sense that someone like Jeon Jungkook was so forward in inviting you over for sex during your first interaction. Realistically speaking, the guy had it all. He lived alone in a swanky townhouse in a wealthy neighborhood (you finally remember Namjoon saying he did some app developing for major companies—yeah, still in college but already making it big because he was that good), and looked like the blueprint for the perfect man, someone who’d impress your parents. On top of that, the man was was a 21st century Adonis. You hadn’t missed the flash of ink on his knuckles, or the way his jeans had hugged his legs.
He’s making his way back now, inspecting the slippers in his hands, and you don’t miss the way the jeans are pulled taut around his thighs in particular.
Yeah, he definitely knew his way around a woman’s body, there was no way he couldn’t have.
You slip your feet into the slippers he places before you, wiggling your toes around, before glancing back at Jungkook. He smiles warmly, a little beauty mark beneath his lip making itself known. He takes your hand, pulls you up onto your feet, and begins guiding you down the hall and to what you assume is the kitchen.
“I didn’t know what you liked, and I figured asking you three hours before you came over would be too awkward,” he laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. He glances at you again, and upon seeing your inquisitive stare, quickly turns away with flushed cheeks.
Oh this man knew the game, and he knew it well.
Jeon Jungkook still thinks he can play that cute campus boy being set up by his senior card now, after he’d shown you his true colors last night via text. But he has a big storm coming. As much as you could admit he was good to look at, you would not be fooled by some pretty face and tasty food. No, you came here with one goal and one goal only, and that was to give Jeon Jungkook a piece of his own two-faced medicine before running off to tattle to Namjoon.
You reach the kitchen and the heavenly smell of Alfredo sauce swarms your nostrils. “I… I’m still new to cooking, so I hope you don’t mind some Alfredo pasta,” he admits, shy smile adorning his features as he avoids your gaze once again to toy with the dish towel by the sink.
You creep closer to the counter, where two meticulously presented ceramic plates sit beside a wine bottle, and the glands in your mouth suddenly go into overdrive in their rush to make you salivate, and you choke out an overly eager, “it looks amazing!” before you know it.
Okay, you came here with two goals.
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Jungkook carries the two bowls in his big hands to the dining room beside the kitchen, and you follow behind with the bottle of wine and two glasses as you set the table together. The utensils are already there, but Jungkook runs back into the kitchen anyway to return with some fancy cloth napkins for the two of you.
Just as you're tugging a chair out to sit, Jungkook beats you to it. “Ah, let me,” he smiles, and your heart thunders nervously in your chest as you return the expression, brushing your hands beneath you before sitting down and letting him push you in. Jungkook takes his own seat in front of you, and before you can dig in he calls out to seemingly nobody, “Alexa, dim the dining room lights.”
The overhead lights dim, and with their overbearing glow gone, you can finally appreciate the battery powered candles snuggled neatly into a little bowl on the table between you two. You ooh appreciatively, and Jungkook looks proud of himself.
Then, he says, “Alexa, play…Date Night Playlist.”
You blink, and a soft piano tune begins filtering through a speaker he’s hidden somewhere in the room. Even with the fake candles being your main source of light, the flush on Jungkook’s cheeks is evident as he gestures towards you to eat.
You won’t lie. Jeon Jungkook was extremely endearing.
This much becomes evident the further you get into the meal. As small talk devolves into full fledged conversations and story telling, his shy demeanor slipping away but still sticking to the edges of his personality, you begin to have a more difficult time connecting this Jungkook to the one who had less than 24 hours ago asked you to come over and “Netflix and chill” with him.
But the more you speak, the more distant that image begins to feel. For one, Jungkook does put on a fairly reserved aura for you, telling you about his job but refusing to brag about it even when you egg him on. He has no qualms gassing up his friends, Namjoon in particular, who Jungkook claims is his role model for some unknown reason, given the fact they are neither in the same major nor in any of the same clubs. They’re friends, point blank period, but Namjoon is very obviously a star in Jungkook’s eyes.
Additionally, he’s quite embarrassed to admit why Namjoon had been so set on getting Jungkook to date, but eventually tells you it’s because Jungkook’s last girlfriend had been during your freshman year—two whole years ago! It makes you wonder what he’d been doing since then, if he’d used the time to fully invest in his work or if he’d been mingling around, unbeknownst to his friends, which would explain the flirtatious offer that landed you here.
Still, a part of you refuses to believe last night’s Jungkook and tonight’s Jungkook were one in the same, and if they were, what had made this shy man so unabashedly invite you over for some sex. Was this act all a ploy? Or maybe, was he purposefully trying to ward you away by coming off as a gentleman now that he’d seen your face and wasn’t interested in you anymore?
Apparently it’s neither of the two, and you don’t realize this until you finish your meal and make your way into his living room to finally get down to the long awaited Netflix and chilling. It’s only when you sit down on the couch, smack dab in the middle, because at this point, you’re not gonna throw your wine at Jeon Jungkook like you planned, he was too nice. And if this niceness was an act to get in your panties, you didn’t care at this point. He was hot, achingly so, and at least you’d get a good fuck out of it.
But as you said, apparently not. Because Jeon Jungkook sees you purposefully take up the entire middle of the couch, sultry eyes staring him down, and decides to sit flush against the armrest, somehow leaving a good foot between the two of you, despite the fact you’re sitting next to each other.
Your brain can’t work fast enough to comprehend the situation, before he’s asking you what you want to watch. “Um,” you say, pointedly staring at him and not the screen. “Tr-Transformers?”
The way Jungkook’s eyes light up is insane, already round eyes nearly popping out of their sockets as he eagerly rushes to select it from whatever streaming service he has, probably not even Netflix, all the while chattering on about how much he loves that series, and is so glad you do too.
The whole time, you’re struck by the oddness of his casual tone, the way he’s overly invested in the 20th Century Fox opening, and how he’s very carefully avoiding intruding in on your personal space.
The last point in particular has you wanting to pull your hair out, because you want Jeon Jungkook intruding in on your personal space. You want him pressed so tightly against you you can’t breathe, you can’t move, until you’re drowning in him as he finally lives up to his promise of some Netflix and chill, because you want him, and you want him so. very. bad.
“Oh, I forgot the popcorn!” Jungkook exclaims, and you jump at the sudden volume of his voice, because he’d been pretty silent as he avidly watched the first few minutes of the movie. “Sorry,” he chuckles, and his leg brushes against yours as he shuffles between you and the coffee table on his way out. You vaguely hear the popping of the popcorn in the kitchen, but you’re too distracted by your suddenly overwhelming thoughts.
Okay, one thing was for sure, and that was that Jeon Jungkook definitely had no fucking idea what the phrase Netflix and chill meant, because the way he’d zeroed in on the movie and the popcorn, and not you, was unheard of on such invitations. You deduce he probably heard it somewhere, and, now understanding the true nature of Jungkook’s sweet and shy personality, made no such perverted connection to the phrase.
Which meant he most definitely did not demean you to a mere booty call, like you’d deluded yourself into believing, someone he could hump and dump with no regrets, before calling Namjoon up to thank him. Which meant he’d had no ulterior motives in meeting you tonight, just planning to get to know you at the suggestion of his friend, and had—unbeknownst to him—successfully wooed you thus far.
Which was great! If you turned a blind eye to the evil, conniving plans you’d made without even meeting the guy, and the subsequent flood of self-inflicted disapproval when you realized Jeon Jungkook was a sweetheart who definitely did not deserve having a glass of wine thrown at his face after making you a home cooked meal and giving you the full Olive Garden experience, with his dimmed lights and candlelit dinner and piano music on the background.
Yeah. Perfectly fine.
The only problem now was that you had become so dangerously smitten with the man that you wanted to sleep with him. You wanted that Netflix and chill, needed it like it was the last slot in a daycare class and you were a soccer mom of five wanting to get at least one kid out of the house for the summer for the sake of her own sanity. You were desperate.
No, you scold yourself. This was fine, this was good, this was perfectly okay. If anything, this just further made you enamored with Jungkook, because it proved how gentlemanly he was by not trying to sleep with you on the first date.
But that didn’t mean he didn’t want to, the devil on your shoulder crooned.
The microwave in the kitchen stops, and you hear the sound of cabinets opening as Jungkook pours the popcorn into a bowl. On screen, the main character is meeting a bunch of giant cars-turned-robots, you don’t fucking know.
But the devil was right.
Jungkook hadn’t offered to sleep with you, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to. Furthermore, that didn’t mean he couldn’t be seduced into wanting to, your evil brain suggested, and the hope that had slithered it’s way into your chest from the very moment Jungkook had opened the door, took that fact and ran with it.
“What’d I miss?” Jungkook says when he returns, popcorn bowl in hand.
“Oh, um, he was with the car,” you offer, trying to stop the nefarious smirk from slipping onto your features. Jungkook laughs, cute and airy as he shuffles past you.
He’s too absorbed in the screen, not looking as he sits down, closer than last time until his thigh brushes yours and he jerks back in embarrassment. “Oh, sorry,” he flounders, goes to move away but you act fast.
You grab onto his upper arm with both of yours like an octopus, keeping him flush to you as you gaze up at him with wide eyes. “No, it’s okay,” you rush to assure him, loosening your hold as he tentatively relaxes beside you. You glance down at the popcorn bowl in his hand, swiping a piece to pop between your lips. “It’s easier for us this way,” you say, and you’re pulling that straight out of your ass, because you hate popcorn and have literally zero desire for it and wouldn’t have reached for it anyway if you weren’t trying to convince him this was all for popcorn sharing purposes.
Jungkook’s eyes briefly flicker down to where you’re munching on that popcorn, your lips, before he’s quickly averting his gaze. “Ah, y-yeah,” he agrees, and though he tries to relax back into the couch, you can still feel the tension of his muscles as he settles beside you.
With his eyes no longer trained on you, you snuggle closer into his side resting your cheek against the soft material covering his shoulder, finally letting that devious smirk slip onto your face. You keep yourself close to Jungkook, loving the way his warmth permeates the thick sweater he’s wearing, even if he’s still overly into the movie. You know he’s seen it before, because he keeps telling you random tidbits like, “they use this in the next movie!” Or “he ends up becoming really important in the sixth movie,” and you want to listen to this endearing nerd’s commentary, you really do, but once your brain is stuck on horny, it is stuck on horny.
He doesn’t even eat a lot of popcorn, setting it down not ten minutes later onto the coffee table. You release him as he moves forward, but quickly latch onto him again when he sits back down.
Much to your surprise, Jungkook is way more relaxed then, shrugging you off to rest his hand on the couch behind you, and you inwardly squeal at the prospect of getting to cuddle up to his body, and not just his arm. You cuddle in close to him, leaving your slippers on the ground as you tuck your legs up onto the couch cushions.
Jungkook is so warm and firm, and you know it’s your horny brain speaking, but you swear you feel a tight set of abs underneath the palm you rest on his stomach, and you give an experimental brush over the area. His heart picks up, you hear it by where your head is leaning against his chest, and you tilt your head up to give him a curious glance. His cheeks are red, and he doesn’t look at you even though you know he sees you, so you decide to kick things up a notch.
You sigh loudly, peeling yourself away from him to properly level him with a pout. “Jungkook, aren’t you hot in this?” You ask, pinching the wooly material between two fingers and pulling it from his skin. Jungkook finally looks away from the screen, nibbling his lower lip as he takes in your quizzical expression.
“Um, only a little… but it’s fine!” He rushes to say, and you recall from your conversations over dinner that Jungkook doesn’t much like people fussing over him, so you quickly change gears.
You press a hand against your cheek, the same one that had been resting against his shoulder earlier. “Oh, well… it’s really itchy,” you announce, and his eyes widen, one hand absentmindedly reaching to clutch the material at his chest. “It’s making me really itchy,” you emphasize, and part of you feels bad for taking advantage of his caring nature, but this is all for the greater good, you convince yourself. “Do you mind taking it off?”
“I, uh, yeah,” he agrees, reaching for the hem of his sweater before carefully peeling it off. When he pulls it over his head, you can’t help the triumphant grin that overtakes your face, though you quickly mask it when he finally frees himself from the material. “Better?” He says once he’s clad in only a plain black shirt.
“Mm, much,” you sigh, and nearly soak your panties then and there when a tattooed sleeve comes into view. “Woah!” You exclaim, snatching his wrists up to examine his skin. “What’s this?” You marvel, tracing every inch of delicious skin with your predatory gaze. Jungkook huffs out a laugh, and you glance up to watch as he rubs the back of his neck in that same embarrassed way he’d done multiple times throughout your night together.
“My tattoos,” he says, and then seems to realize the simplicity of his statement and rushes to add to it, “I hope you don’t mind?”
You hum, shifting onto your knees to face him as you continue tracing over a huge tiger lily by his forearm. “Why would I? It’s your body,” you say, and watch the nervous glance melt off his face as he regards you with something new. Something akin to wonder as he lets you trace over more of his ink, nodding along to your words.
“Yeah… yeah!” He agrees, and you grin at his sudden zeal. He chuckles, physically relaxing beneath your touch, and it’s probably the most relaxed he’s been all night as you continue rubbing your hands over every tattoo on his skin, and then purposefully focusing on the ones near his bicep. “Sorry, ‘m just used to people pushing off their own opinions about them onto me,” he explains, and for a moment, the horniness that had been fueling you all night fades away, and you let your hands trail down, past his wrist, until you’re sandwiching his hand between yours.
“Fuck what anyone else thinks,” you tell him, eyes hard as you imagine anyone imposing their stupid thoughts on Jungkook, who was too good for this world. “If you think they’re cool, then they're the coolest thing in the world.”
He smiles at you, and you’ve seen this smile about a million times tonight—when you first came in, when you talked about yourself at dinner, when you mentioned this stupid movie—but it has something swelling in your chest. Something too intimate for a first date, so you quickly move to repress it.
Glancing down at his hand in yours, littered with smaller tattoos across his knuckles, your brain whirls into action. Bringing it up between the two of you, you turn his hand over to line your palms up. “Wow, your hands are so big,” you sigh, slowly reverting back to dirty thoughts as you twist yours and Jungkook’s hands this way and that. He snorts, bends the tips of his fingers over yours just to hear you ooooh again.
“Yeah, they’re pretty big,” he agrees, completely ignoring the film playing on the screen, which is a huge win in your eyes considering how deeply he’d been watching it earlier.
Finally, you see an opening and pounce.
“Well, that means something else is pretty big too,” you murmur, chancing a glance up at his face. His face is the perfect definition of composed, and you can tell when exactly he processes your words because those little pink lips part in surprise, red slowly filling the apples of his cheeks. You let go of his palm, letting it slide between your fingers until it falls limp beside him.
Jungkook watches you with wide eyes, as you raise yourself up onto your knees. “Jungkook?” You mumble, giving him no warning before you’re throwing a leg across his lap, knees pressed into the couch on either side of his thighs.
“Y-Yes?” He stutters, brown hair falling away from his face as he stares up at you. You flash him a sweet smile, and you can tell it relaxes him because his fists unclench beside him.
“You’re a really nice boy,” you sigh, and when you’ve scooted your knees a little closer to his ridiculously thin waist, you finally let yourself sit. You find yourself right before his crotch, which he desperately tries to hide as he shifts around, but can’t with you on top of him. You let your hands flutter to rest at his shoulders, and he gulps. “You’re so sweet and cute,” you add, relish in the flush that climbs up to his ears. “But I’m a little sad you invited me over to Netflix and chill, but won’t do just that,” you pout, a finger tangling itself in a soft strand at the back of his head.
“Huh?” He stutters, eyes nearly bulging out when you wiggle around again. “I-I’m sorry?” He huffs, and when you move too close to his crotch, where his jeans are slowly growing more and more strained, he panics and reaches a hand out to steady your waist.
You feign confusion, flashing him another pout as you duck closer until your noses bump against each other. “You know what it means, don’t you, Jungkook?” You inquire, eyes falling dangerously lidded as you swallow up every inch of his appearances.
He stutters, hands moving up and down as if he doesn’t know where to put them anymore. But you know exactly where Jungkook can put those hands, and you waste no time catching his wrists in your hands to guide him towards your hips. “No?” He breathes, fingers flexing against you, and you smile sweetly at him.
“It means,” you purr, shifting forward until you’re flush against where you need him most. You can barely contain the whimper that climbs out of your throat when you finally feel the rough material of his jeans against your panties. “It means you wanna fuck, Jungkook,” you exhale, tossing your head back as your body basks in the slight reprieve, the way Jungkook squirms beneath you aiding greatly in providing that sensation you craved.
“It’s nothing more than an excuse,” you huff, placing a hand on the back of his neck to steady yourself. At your touch, Jungkook jolts, thighs jumping beneath you and you stifle another groan when the zipper of his jeans prods against your core. “For you to fuck my brains out while some s-stupid movie plays in the background.”
You’re not sure when, but sometime during that last explanation your hands had fully delved into the thick tresses of Jungkook’s hair. You give an experimental tug, and poor Jungkook, so lost in all that you’re telling him, lolls his head back for you easily until the long expanse of his neck is available, soft creamy skin yours for the taking.
You pounce, kissing the skin gently at first, before sprinkling in a handful of nibbles. He’s sensitive, devastatingly so, as he gasps at a particular suck. You suction your lips on the spot below his ear, carefully biting down on the skin as he unravels beneath you. “Will you do it, Jungkookie?” You murmur against the shell of his ear,
He nods eagerly, and his fingers hurt where he’s pressed them deep into your waist, like he’s trying to brand you as his with his mere strength alone. “Y-Yes,” he exhales, hips jerking when you swipe your tongue over the pretty mark you’d left on his perfect skin.
You smother your smirk against his neck, grinding down on him once again. “Yes what?” You tease, and let his strong hands roll you against him afterwards.
“Yes, I-I’ll…” he stumbles, eyes dazed as he watches you through hooded lids. You raise a brow at him, shifting in his lap. It’s enough to kickstart him back up, and he’s biting down on his lip hard enough to draw blood. “I’ll fuck you, I’ll fuck you just like you want,” he rambles. He surprises you when he begins rutting up against you, so animalistic and uncontrolled, nothing like the sweet Jungkook that had indulged you over dinner. “I’ll make you come, p-promise,” he rasps.
You smirk down at him, hoping he doesn’t see the metaphorical horns sticking out of your head the further he falls into your trap. Before he can say anything else, you surge forward, slotting your mouths together for the first time that night.
It’s no surprise that Jungkook kisses just like he speaks, carefully like he’s afraid one hard press of his lips will ward you off. His lips are smooth, a fact you’d hyper-fixated on all night as he spoke, but before you can ponder on that any further, something hot and wet is prodding at your lower lip.
The gasp you barely manage to contain ends up escaping anyway when Jungkook’s hand comes up to cup the side of your face, tilting your head to the side as his tongue slithers into your mouth. You become obsessed with the way he touches you, every bit the gentlemen he’d been all night, fingers just barely pressing into your cheek like he doesn’t want to mess up your makeup. His other hand, snuggly wrapped around your waist, pulls you tighter against him until your chests are pressed together.
And that tongue. That tongue of his that leaves no room for argument, quickly shutting down any attempts of yours to overtake him. He’s graceful about it too, one nudge enough to convince you he’s got this, he’ll take care of you. You whimper, a sound Jungkook swallows before he’s biting down on your lower lip.
When he pulls away, his lips are red and glossy, and you wonder if yours are too. “Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he sighs, gazing at you like he can’t believe you’re there in front of him.
Before you can say anything else, he’s burying his face in the crook of your neck to brush kisses over your skin. “Let me eat you out,” he begs, but his voice is so silky and smooth that it doesn’t sound so much as a plea as much as it does a suggestion. He licks a stripe up your neck, and you jump in his hold.
It’s at this moment where the sudden realization hits you, the feeling of having the reins yanked out of your hands. You so vividly controlled every aspect of Jungkook just a few moments ago, when you’d had your own mouth on his neck, and carefully coaxed him into some sex.
But it seems Jeon Jungkook isn’t as soft or as pliable as you had dubbed him to be, and if the way he’s begun subtly rolling your hips into his crotch is any sign, he certainly wasn’t the submissive type either. Which leaves you wondering, exactly what type of person was Jungkook in bed?
Well, you had all night to figure that out.
“Hey,” he whines suddenly, ripping you out of your thoughts. You glance down at him, registering the bored set of his eyes and the unimpressed quirk of his lips. “Pay attention to me.”
You blink, lips twitching. You can barely muffle the giggle that tears itself from your throat, leaning your forehead on his shoulder as your body shakes at his suddenly childish words. Jungkook chuckles too, as if suddenly realizing how out of place his own statement was. “Sorry,” he smiles, cheeks pleasantly rosy and you can’t even stop yourself from kissing him silly.
Jungkook, bless his heart, let’s you rain down a good three kisses on him before he’s pushing you down on the couch beside him. There’s still a slight gleam in his eyes, but the rest of his face schools itself into a hungry expression as he drinks in your body laid out before him. “Let me eat you out?” He asks again, voice but a soft whisper.
You nod, heart beating loudly in your chest as he shuffles down until he can press a kiss to the tops of your thighs. He hasn’t even done anything that intense yet, but you already feel the muscles in your leg ready to spasm just from his proximity.
He’s mouthing at your skin, nudging your legs apart, and you, usually so confident in your sexuality, can’t find the courage to look at him as he so lovingly carries out his ministrations.
As if sensing your sudden bout of shyness (you! shy! Doyeon was gonna tease you about this for the rest of your life once you recapped this for her), he places a soft kiss just below where the hem of your dress begins, before pulling back and uttering, “this okay?”
You hum in response, face warm from just imagining how good he must look down there, peppering your skin with kisses. Your heart nearly rips itself out of your chest when a strong set of fingers wraps around your wrist suddenly, sliding over and around your hand until he’s tangled them with yours.
At this, you nearly break your neck trying to look at him, only to be met with an amused smile. Jungkook gives your hand a squeeze, and you barely get to appreciate the schoolgirl flood of emotions in your chest, when suddenly his free hand comes out of left field, cupping the back of your knee to push your legs further apart, before gliding across the expanse of your thigh to push your dress up.
If Jungkook holding your hand was enough to make your heart skip a beat, Jungkook pressing a chaste kiss to your panty-clad mound was enough to send you into cardiac arrest. Your leg twitches at the sudden touch, a gasp catching in your throat at the delicate path he kisses over your panties, until he’s flicking his tongue over your clit. “Oh,” you moan, and against your better judgment, your free hand is tangling itself in his silky strands.
Jungkook smirks, what sounds like a tiny chuckle muffled as he continues mouthing along your sex, until your panties are soaked both from your arousal and his saliva. Your little thong stares him in the face, and he groans at the sight, glancing up at you with those wide eyes of his like you’re his entire world. “Can I?”
Jungkook gives your clit one final kiss, before he lets go of your hand, and you can’t help the whine that leaves you upon the lost contact. Jungkook eats it up, pressing a kiss turned smile against your knee as he tugs your underwear down. It coils up as it goes, until he’s pulling a tightly twisted maroon thong off your ankles, and tossing it off somewhere behind him.
If his mouth felt good through your panties, it feels even better without. You mewl when he brushes his lips over your clit, plush lips working your sensitive bundle of nerves, sly tongue occasionally creeping out to toy with you further. “Jungkook,” you cry out, back arching. He licks and slurps likes he’s a starved man, and you're the first meal he’s ever had. You want to sob from how good it feels, his tongue flicking over your bud like he just can’t get enough.
He pulls away to catch your gaze, doesn’t let it go as he runs a lone finger over your slit, coating the digit in your own arousal, before carefully plunging it into your warm, wet heat. “Is this good?” He rasps out, watching your facial expressions carefully as he wiggles his finger deeper into your core, his other hand wrapped around your thigh to keep you still. You moan, feeling like a boneless heap of organs beneath this insanely handsome man who can’t keep his hands off your quivering pussy.
His fingers don’t let up, slowly pulling out before plunging back in. The room fills with disgustingly wet sounds, but that fact drifts to the back of your head the faster his fingers go. Your eyes roll into your head, your body twitching with each press of his fingers.
“Is it good, pretty?” He repeats, and since you’re not looking at him anymore, the sudden lick against your clit has your back arching and your thighs quivering with surprise. “Tell me it’s good, ___,” Jungkook croons, and you nod in a hurry.
“It’s good!” You cry, moaning loudly when he slips another finger into you, scissoring the two inside of you. “It’s so good, Jungkook—y-you’re so good,” you moan, and nearly cry actual tears when he curls his fingers inside of you, pressing down against the most sensitive spot within you.
Jungkook doesn’t let up, continues licking and slurping against your sensitive bud, even when your orgasm hits and you’re begging him to stop. He doesn’t let you go until he feels the warmth coat his fingers, feels the wetness begging to seep out of your plugged pussy. He lets you go then, only to move closer to your hole and replace his fingers with his mouth. There, he carefully catches and collects the cum that trickles out, mouth warm against your trembling body.
Your body quivers with each long drag of his tongue over your sensitive cunt, and you’re about to ask him to stop, when he finally pulls away and pushes himself over you, arms caging you in as he stares down at your withered form. “Kiss,” you manage to gasp out, and Jungkook raises an eyebrow in question. “Kiss me,” you repeat, and then, thoughtfully, “please.”
Jungkook complies, leans down to connect your mouths in a sweet kiss. You’re blinded by the delicacy of it all, that you in no way see coming the sudden substance that slides down your throat from his own. You choke at the sudden intrusion, belatedly realizing it’s your cum he’s pushing down your throat, the cum he didn’t swallow.
“That’s it, pretty,” Jungkook croons, licking up the residual come that hadn’t made it into your mouth. “See how you taste for me. Isn’t it sweet?” He murmurs, pushing his tongue into your mouth as if he regretted not saving any for himself. It’s the first time you’ve had your own pleasure in your mouth, so you’re not exactly sure how to feel. What you do feel is the overwhelming surge of arousal at seeing Jungkook rave about it and lap it up inside your own mouth.
He kisses you for a few moments, mouth moving languidly along yours. One hand reaches down to rub soothingly at your inner thigh, like he’s coaxing the feeling back into your body after lulling you into one of the most heavenly orgasms of your entire life. You whimper when he bites down on your lower lip, like you’re still too sensitive to reciprocate, but Jungkook doesn’t mind. He lets you go, licks over where he’d bitten like an apology.
After a few minutes of just this, of feeling like the most cherished girl in the entire world, Jungkook finally pulls away and levels you with a dashing smile. “All good?” He asks, hands still trailing up your waist until they’re framing the swell of your breasts, where he gently circles your nipple.
You nod, dazedly staring up at him and it’s at this exact moment that you realize there’s something stiff poking at your hip. You glance down, and Jungkook glances down with you, until you’re both staring at the hard on he’s hiding beneath his jeans. Jungkook chuckles, low and dark by your ear as he experimentally presses it against you.
Before you can stop yourself, your hand is untangling itself from around his shoulders and slithering down his front. You cup his erection, his shaky exhale giving you the courage to toy with his belt buckle until it’s undone and you're battling with the button on his jeans instead. You put up a good fight, but in the end the angle is too tight for you to properly undo it, and Jungkook brushes your hands away with a soft kiss to your lips.
He pushes himself off you, and you’re immediately craving the warm press of his body against yours the second he’s gone. “Get that dress off for me, pretty girl,” he says, pulling his shirt over his head, rendering you completely speechless as you gawk at his body. Jungkook glances down at you as he goes to undo his pants, a shapely brow raising in your direction and a soft quirk of his lips gesturing for you to do as you’re told.
You spur into action, wiggling the dress up and over your breasts until you’re pulling it over your head and letting it drop beside you on the floor. You’re just in time to see Jungkook push his jeans down his hips, a classic black Calvin Klein underwear band glaring back at you.
The chance to marvel at Jungkook’s thin waist framed by that tight underwear is gone as quickly as it came, and you’re greeted with an even more mouthwatering sight when he pushes the elastic band down, and that big cock you had alluded to springs out of its confines. You groan, subconsciously rolling your hips into the air as you take in the sight of his cock, mushroom tip swollen and flushed. There’s a thick vein that runs along the underside of it, one you only see when Jungkook grasps his dick in his hand and tugs upward like this isn’t his true form, and he can get bigger.
“Ready?” He asks, biting down on his lip as he continues to stroke himself. You nod, wiggling closer to him until the backs of your thighs rest on top of his, knees knocking against his waist. He grants you one more of those kind smiles, before he’s leaning down to press a hand beside your head, the other lining himself up with your soaked entrance.
Running his cock over your folds one last time, collecting as much of your cum as he can, he brushes a kiss against your cheekbone before he’s pushing in. You moan, throwing your hands around his neck as he pierces through the initial ring of muscle surrounding your warm heat. “Holy shit,” you choke, mouth dropped open as you pant like a dog against his shoulder. “J-Jungkook,” you cry, legs tightening around his waist the closer his body presses against yours.
Once he’s at the hilt, pelvis flush against you, you can’t help the series of whines and mewls that escape your lips from being so comfortably filled to the brim.
To your surprise, Jungkook is the first to speak. “Fuck,” he groans, breath hot against your ear. He sounds fucked out, once silky voice raspy with need as he grinds his hips against you tentatively. “This is what you wanted, isn't it?” He huffs, both hands coming down to wrap around your waist, your back arching under the wonderful hands that find themselves squeezing every inch of your back in an effort to pull you closer.
His mouth brushes against yours from this new position, and Jungkook puckers his lips, tongue coming out to lick at your bottom lip. You nearly cry when he finally pulls his hips away, relieves his cock from your tight heat before surging back in. “Wanted this from the moment you walked in, didn’t you, sweetheart?” Jungkook grunts, repeats the same motion until he’s picked up a steady pace of pushing and pulling, each roll of his hips sending a shock of ecstasy crawling up your spine.
You nod, eyes screwed shut as pleasure warms every inch of your body. It’s even worse to not see, because every sound and every touch is magnified tenfold, until you’re drowning in sensations. Jungkook’s choked groans, the slide of his hips, they all become too much too quickly and you’re choking back a sob.
“Fuck,” he groans, glancing down at your withered form like an animal as he picks up his pace. His hold on you tightens, never letting your body move away from him and he begins jack hammering in his thrusts, swallowing your cries with his lips. “Had me thinking you were a nice girl,” he huffs, and you wonder if he knows how tightly he’s holding you, how this grip will most likely leave you with fingerprint bruises tomorrow morning. But then again, you don’t care. All you care about is Jungkook’s voice and his body, guiding you toward completion. “But all you wanted was a quick fuck.”
You steel yourself to look at him again, and when your eyes finally open and focus, you’re wishing you hadn’t because Jungkook looks so hot over you. His pretty eyes, the ones that had led you into a false sense of comfort throughout the night and tricked you into believing he would be easy to bend to your every whim, are hard now. “Isn’t that right, doll?” He spits, and you whine when he punctuates this question with a particularly brutal thrust of his hips. His balls slap against your ass, and you squirm beneath him as you begin to feel the beginnings of an orgasm build in your core.
“I-I thought—“ you stammer, tone pitched from the way he jostles you with every thrust he gives. “Y-You wanted that,” you weekly defend, canting your hips down in a feeble attempt to progress this along.
He snorts, captures your lips in a rushed kiss where he wastes no time snaking his tongue inside your mouth. His saliva trickles into your mouth, and you whine as he purposefully lets it happen, pulls away just the slightest to pucker his lips and let a thick trail of spit fall straight into your open mouth. Satisfied with his little stunt, he rams his cock against you once more.
“If you wanted a quick fuck,” he says, nearly loses himself in your pussy, “you came to the wrong guy, sweetheart.”
You’re too caught up in the nice drag of his cock against your pussy, the tip of his cock stopping him from ever pulling out completely, that it takes you a second to process his words. “H-Huh?” You choke, teary eyes flickering across his face wildly as if the answer will be right in plain sight.
But all you’re met with is the soft pull of his lips as he flashes you a smirk, pearly white teeth tugging at the pink flesh, as he levels you with a glare of his own. Before you can question him further, he’s letting go of your waist to hike your knees into the crook of his elbows, his pouty lips growing further away as he leans back.
This shift has his cock nudging up, rubbing against the hood of your clit where a bundle of nerves he’d only briefly brushed before sits. You shriek in pleasure, writhing beneath him as the sudden sensation hits you full force. “Jungkook!” You sob, his hips slowing to a grind as he watches your face crumble beneath him.
“You like that?” He murmurs, rutting his hips against you shallowly. The change of pace, the rabid piston of his hips slowing to this, has your body melting into his touch. You barely manage a nod, eyes fluttering open and shut as his hips move sensually against you.
His cock brushes against that sensitive spot with each roll of his hips, and you’re a mewling, puddle of emotion by the third thrust. “Pretty girl,” he hums, letting go of one leg to place a hand above your mound, thumb circling your clit until you’re trembling beneath him. “Did you think I would fuck you and kick you out?” He husks, watching your body like he’s a lion and you’re his prey.
Your brain is far from comprehending anything at this point, reduced to a mere mass of nothingness as he continues moving against you, fingers rubbing your clit in all the right ways.
“Well, you were wrong about that, doll,” he huffs, and you’re blessed with the sight of his head lolling back as he loses himself in the tight grip of your pussy, skin glistening with sweat, trailing from behind his ear and over his neck, until you’re watching a pearl roll over his collarbones. “I don’t do that,” he informs you, and he pinches your clit between two fingers, hard enough that you almost miss his next words as you moan. “No, baby, I’ll fuck you and keep you forever,” he spits, and you whimper at his words. Finally, he lets go of your knees, right as you’re teetering on the edge of an orgasm and you moan out in protest as he ducks down to cage you between his arms again.
“Please,” you beg, voice hoarse as his hips slowly return to their pace from before. He’s still not pulling out as much, keeping his thrusts shallow as he kisses a trail up your neck and over your jaw.
“Gonna fuck you so good, you don’t ever want to leave, pretty,” he says, kisses the corner of your mouth as his hips pick up pace. You wanna cry, feeling so warm and cherished in his arms, his voice telling you how good you’re doing as the coil in your stomach tightens and tightens until you’re begging him for more. “Do you want that?”
“Yes! Yes!” You sob, rolling your hips against his like a madman as you chase your high.
Jungkook hums, smile smushed against your lips as he watches you desperately writhing beneath him. “Yeah? You want that?” You nod, mewls swallowed by his kisses. “Then cum for me, pretty girl.”
You whimper, just as he bucks into you once more, and suddenly you’re falling apart. It starts in your lower back, the ecstasy climbing it’s way through your body until you’re quivering and sobbing in his embrace, muffling your sounds against his shoulder. The muscles in your entire body tighten painfully, until suddenly a wave of contentment washes over you, and you’re too weak to even hold onto him anymore, arms flopping back onto the couch cushions beneath you.
The whole time, Jungkook mutters encouragement against your jaw, keeps his thrusts short but quick, guiding you through your orgasm. When you’re done, he presses an open mouthed kiss beneath your ear, pulling away to look at your boneless frame beneath him.
A few pistons of his hips later, and Jungkook is coming inside of you, cum coating your walls as he hammers his way through his orgasm. He pulls out when he’s done, and you instantly feel your mixed arousal drip out between your thighs.
Woozy from the wine and the two orgasms, you fall asleep soon after.
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“Good morning,” you murmur, standing at the doorway leading into the kitchen, an area you’d only been able to find after stumbling around the upstairs of the house in confusion.
Jungkook whirls around, wide eyes taking in your appearance. You clutch at the hem of the big t-shirt you’d pulled on, the only article of clothing you saw that was thrown over a chair in a bedroom you didn’t dare snoop around. “Morning,” he exhales, calculating gaze never leaving you as you tiptoe over to him by the counter.
He doesn’t say more, spluttering into action when you peek over his shoulder to see what he’s up to. “What’re you making?” You inquire, and his hands begin fidgeting with the knife.
“Oh, um,” he stutters, and perhaps he’s overly aware of your presence so close beside him, because he suddenly doesn’t remember how he’s supposed to cut an avocado. Cute, you think. “Just, um, toast with avocado spread…”
You hum. After a moment, it seems Jungkook is able to quell his nerves, and he carefully slices the avocado open, spreading its innards across the toast. He hands you the first piece, which you take after masking your own surprise, and soon after he’s turning away from the counter as the two of you eat in silence.
After a few thoughtful munches of bread, you speak. “Thanks for carrying me to bed,” you say, refusing to look at him.
“You’re welcome,” he replies, almost a little too fast and you barely bite down a grin as he rambles on. “Wasn’t gonna leave you on the couch, especially not when you were so tired after… ah, yeah.”
It’s the reserved way he carries himself that gives you the balls to look at him. His ears are flushed adorably red, like when you were at dinner last night talking about his job, and all you wanna do is pinch his cheeks. “Yeah,” you agree, and then add with an air of faux shyness, “you were really cool last night.”
It’s the little devil in you begging to jump out, curious to see how far you can push Jungkook before he shifts into that suave version of himself from last night, and you would feel bad had the corner of his lips not tilted up in amusement.
He chokes out a laugh, mutters a “yeah?” and you don’t stop yourself when you jump into his arms and kiss that avocado spread right off his lips.
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On Tuesday afternoon, Kim Namjoon is in the midst of delivering another sermon-like speech on the importance of utilizing your student ID when visiting any of the Starbucks within a two mile radius of your school, when you spot a chestnut head of hair from the corner of your eye.
“Sorry, Joon! My ride's here!” You yelp, shoving your notebook into your bag as you stumble over yourself in your haste to leave.
Namjoon blinks. “Huh? I thought you lived on campus?”
You nod, that giddy feeling starting up in your chest as he comes closer to where you and Namjoon have taken up residence on a table in the commons for your weekly meeting, and by the time he reaches the table Namjoon is still in the midst of questioning you.
“Jungkook,” You say, all dreamily and dazed, and you know this because Doyeon caught you with this same exact look on your face after he dropped you off at the dorms Sunday afternoon.
Namjoon startles. “What the f—“
“Hi,” Jungkook beams, leans down to brush a kiss against your cheek, which only serves to make you even more ditzy and dumb in the face of this handsome man. “Oh, hey, hyung.”
“What’re you doi—“
“All set?” Jungkook asks you, completely ignoring whatever his beloved senior was saying in favor of taking your bag off your shoulders. You nod, have to swallow a giggle down when he takes your hand in his. “Bye, hyung.”
“Bye, Joon!” You barely remember to throw over your shoulder, too busy wrapping yourself around Jungkook’s arm to hear Namjoon blabber in shock.
“Kids these days,” he huffs.
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Tommy and the role of ‘hero’
Hey, this little essay is discussing how Tommy’s character has struggled with being called a hero and hows it’s been a significant part of his character arc for Season 2 of the SMP. It’s not a title he ever gave himself yet it’s a title he’s burdened with all the same.
Funnily enough, I don’t recall Tommy ever being called a hero before Technoblade’s damning speech on Nov 16th, where he compared Tommy to Theseus.
Tommy you just did a coup. You just did a hostile Government takeover and then immediately instilled yourself as President. And then you gave it to your friend but that’s still a tyrant Tommy.
But the thing about this world Tommy, is that good things don’t happen to heroes. Let me tell you a story Tommy, a story of a man called Theseus. His country, well his City-State technically, was in danger and he sent himself forward into enemy lines. He slayed the Minotaur and saved his city. You know what they did to him Tommy? (”What did they do?”) They exiled him. He died in disgrace, despised by his people. That’s what happens to heroes Tommy. The Greeks knew the score. But if you want to be a hero Tommy, that’s fine.
Do you want to be a hero, Tommy? Then die like one!
Technoblade’s speech is a frustrating one at first. It begins by essentially calling Tommy a power hungry tyrant despite that being far from the truth - Wilbur was the one who formed the Government and Tommy rejected power. He trusted it to Wilbur who then chose Tubbo. Schlatt wasn’t even killed by Tommy, he died of a heart attack after being abandoned by every one of his allies so it wasn’t even really much of a takeover at all and it wasn’t Tommy. Yet this speech was entirely directed at Tommy.
But the latter half is different, accusing Tommy instead of trying to be a hero who thinks he’s saving the world and that he’s doomed to have a bad end. It’s interesting as never has Tommy claimed to be much of a hero. Tommy’s always just fought for the things he cared about. Indeed his response to Techno’s speech suggests the same.
“I’m not the hero. No one’s the hero! We’ve got L’Manburg for each other.”
But of course, Techno’s words stick with him all the same. Particularly the bit about a tragic end as Tommy becomes very, very aware of his own mortality in the arcs that follow. To Techno, a hero seems to be a naive figure who tries to do good but is destined for failure and tragedy.
But there’s another path Tommy fears even more. One that he’s witnessed firsthand. Becoming the villain.
Let’s be the bad guys. Tommy, why not? Our nation’s gone. our nation’s far behind us, Tommy. Let’s blow that motherf*cker to smithereens. Tommy, I say if we can’t have Manburg, no one - no one can have Manburg! ...L’Manburg.
This is a new era! We burn the place to the f*ckin ground, I want no crops to grow there ever again. I want f*ckin mycelium and cobblestone, it all covered, Tommy. I want it all gone!
Tommy, let’s be villains.
Wilbur was Tommy’s hero. He loved Wilbur dearly and wanted nothing more than to be a good right-hand to him and make him proud. But when they lost L’Manburg and were banished, Tommy saw Wilbur changing, saw him giving up home and deciding he’d rather destroy the thing they’d worked for and blow it all up. After Wilbur made this speech, Tommy argued, making it clear he was entirely against his plans. Even saying that it wasn’t the moral thing to do. He said not to give up hope, that everyone wasn’t against them and that Wilbur’s ideas were reckless. But he stayed with Wilbur and continued to support him, hoping that he could convince him to change his mind. Tommy failed. And Wilbur died.
So, the Tommy at the start of S2 just wants to go back to his old life, a simpler time where he doesn’t have to worry about L’Manburg anymore as it’s in safe hands and he can focus on his personal concerns once more - like his music discs. He doesn’t want to be a hero or a villain, he merely wants to be happy again in a world without Wilbur.
But there’s someone else watching him. Dream.
I think it’s no coincidence that Dream wanted Tommy exiled by his own people. I think he was deliberately trying to make Techno’s speech into a reality. Dream had become rather obsessed with Tommy and treated all their interactions like a fun game where he played the villain and Tommy, the hero. It’s not a narrative Tommy himself liked but all he could do was play along.
Dream had him exiled and this seriously pushed Tommy to his limits. On the first day, Techno briefly visited and asked him why he was still trying and he answered that he always gets back up and he would keep on fighting Dream. But as his exile progressed he slowly lost his will to fight. Slowly Tommy stopped believing that his exile would ever come to an end and that people still cared.
In exile Tommy had a lot of time for reflection. Here’s something Tommy says days into his exile when he’s begun to lose all hope and is starting to accept that maybe Dream’s his only friend.
Everyone always tells me I was the- the hero of this server. The one that came and f*ckin fought Dream - the only one that ever spoke back to him. But maybe I was just... maybe this was just meant to be.
Tommy’s got complicated feelings about being a hero. To him it means standing up to Dream, never giving up - that’s what he believed people expected of him. But in his exile, he began to give in to Dream. He begins to express how no one cares and that the only reason they ever pretended to care was when he had status - when he was part of L’Manburg. There’s this implication that he felt like people only cared about him when he was being the selfless hero. When he was trying to be selfish for once, causing trouble like he used to and wanting to focus on his personal disc war rather than on L’Manburg, he got exiled. (Of course, this is Tommy’s biased perspective not how others actually viewed him.)
Tommy eventually escaped his exile, finding renewed courage to fight against Dream. Except, he’s still scared and uncertain and feels confused about Dream. He feels lost and clings onto Technoblade for support.
With Technoblade, Tommy starts to feel more like himself - but Techno also influences Tommy, turning him more against his friends. (I think Techno’s character genuinely thought they didn’t truly care about Tommy, likely not realising how much they had also been manipulated by Dream.) Technoblade gently encourages Tommy to be more violent and wants him to help blow up L’Manburg.
This is where Tommy’s fear about becoming more like Wilbur come into play. Tommy did not want to become a bad guy - he’d had nightmares about it even. But in his time with Technoblade, after how helpless he’d been during his exile, being given some power lead Tommy to start lashing out more violently, he began to get more aggressive - alarmingly so even. Technoblade’s path was one of revenge, dealing with his own pain by causing others to suffer (for noble goals, fighting corruption etc I don’t want to get sidetracked though this is about Tommy). Technoblade’s presence was helpful to Tommy, helping him to get over much of his fear but he still lacked in agency and still felt lonely knowing he hadn’t made up with his friends.
Tommy finally came to his senses at the festival, where he realised he was fighting his best friend and putting his personal attachments - his discs - over Tubbo. And that was wrong. He realised he was becoming just the sort of person he didn’t want to be - he had been on the path to becoming like Wilbur. And he rejected that path. He wasn’t going to be a bad guy. Just because he was hurt didn’t justify hurting others. So he reconciled and once more committed to protecting L’Manburg, having put his personal desires aside. It seemed like he’d put himself into the role of selfless hero yet again.
And he failed. Again.
Dream tells him how it was a fun game to him. And how their story was not over. Tommy though, had become extremely tired of it. He didn’t want to play Dream’s game.
They meet up again. And again, Dream talks to Tommy like he’s important - like he’s the key to everything. He wants Tommy to play the role of hero and has been manipulating events for a long time to keep pushing him, to keep taking things from him. Being a hero, which Dream believes Tommy wants, simply means playing along with Dream’s narrative.
Tommy, you want to be a hero, right? You want to be the hero of the server. And every hero needs an origin story, right? Batman had his parents, Spiderman had uncle Ben, you have Tubbo, right?
In the end, Tommy refuses to play Dream’s game anymore though. He called for help and got saved by everyone else. Then he killed Dream twice and had him locked away for good.
And once more, Tommy decided to do things for himself again. He decided to live peacefully, working on a project, talking to various people on the server and trying to avoid making waves and getting into any more conflict. It’s a good end.
He rejected Wilbur’s path and he defied Technoblade’s predictions and he didn’t lose his best friend to Dream. And now Tommy’s trying to avoid playing the role of hero anymore. It’s not a title he ever gave himself but one thrust upon him. Yet it’s one he’s keenly aware of. And one that, despite everything, he can fulfil.
Tommy’s arc has been in some respects about defying the expectations of others - but he also can’t help but fight for the things he loves. He realises his troubles were not that his friends didn’t care or that he had to play a role but that his life was being controlled by Dream and now he’s free of that. No longer is he so weighed down by expectations but when there is a sufficiently threatening enemy, he has not lost his determination to challenge it.
#tommyinnit#meta#analysis#uh feel like i didn't have a great conclusion#anyway i love tommy's character#and his arc has been great this season#i especially appreciated how the exile arc really showed another side to his character#and dream's a great antagonist#driving much of this conflict#dream smp#exile arc#i didn't really talk much about love and attachments which are also impornant to understanding his character this season#and also his grief and thoughts on death#anyway this is about tommy not techno or dream or wilbur so i'm not analysing their actions except in regards to how they affected tommy#but feel free to add or correct me on anything#cheers!#the disc war
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hcs for poly! tlb with a fem! s/o who’s style is dark academia and is really blunt/logical and smart. she basically gives off a ‘mysterious, quiet, dark, critical’ vibe (she also doesn’t really know how to handle people who are extremely emotional and she doesn’t know how to soothe someone. she’s just really oblivious/clueless when it comes to others feelings). i’m so sorry if what i requested doesn’t make sense or if it was too much. i am seriously incapable of writing anything without making it look like an essay lmao. love your work btw 💕✨
Dark Academia Fem! S/O
Poly Lost Boys x Fem reader
I had so much fun writing this! I love the dark academia aesthetic! And it made perfect sense and it wasn’t too much! Having a lot actually helps me expand and write more so thank you. And I’m the same, once I have an idea, I write a lot, so you’re all good! And awww!!! Thank you!!! 💗💗✨✨ I really appreciate it! I hope you enjoy!
Okay, so you are very different compared to the large number of characters on the boardwalk. Your style consisted of button shirts, sweaters or turtle necks, dress pants or a plaid pleated skirts, cardigans or waistcoats, oxford shoes or even wire framed glasses if you wore them for seeing or just for the look.
To say that you caught the boys attention would be an understatement. You seemed to stand out amongst the crowd and they became curious. You were a mystery to them and they love the challenge.
Somehow, someway, after days or weeks later, you became good friends which soon lead to you dating four trouble making punks. It was tough on both parts, but it happened, and hey, you weren’t complaining.
You were very blunt when you first met them, not really interested in them and more or less interested in the book in your hands. It took a lot of “accidental” run ins to even get you to hang out with them.
You slowly opened up when they offered to take you out for dinner at a local diner. They’re constant joking soon had you letting out small, almost whisper-like giggles and tiny smiles that sent them into a frenzy.
When you would start talking about yourself, your ideas of fun were different from theirs. You liked museums, opera houses, bookstores and going to theaters to see plays. The games you played were chess and cards, and the music you listened to was old. You were pretty sure they thought you were boring but you actually peaked their interest.
After a while of being friends with them, they asked you out. You liked them and the only logical step was to see if you liked them the same way they liked you was to date them, so you said yes.
In general, them having a girlfriend with a 1940s/1950s dark prep look was fun. David and Dwayne like it the most. Paul next, then Marko.
David actually really likes picking out your clothing on most days. You have an extensive collection of clothing with material from cashmere to linen, all the colors consisting of browns, black, cream and even a little dark green.
His favorite thing to put you in is trench coats. Doesn’t matter what color it is, he just likes seeing you in them. Also, there are a handful of times that he has MADE you wear his trench coat. Yeah it almost swimmed on you, but he thought it made you look cute and it fit in perfectly with your look.
Dark academia isn’t only your style, but it’s your way of life. David is the one that plays chess with you. You had to reteach it to him and pretty soon, the two of you had your own little set up in the cave that was always ready for a game of chess.
David is sort of like you… in a way when it comes to others feelings. But deep down he knows that he really likes you and tries to show it the best he can. He took you to a theater to see a play that you were constantly talking about and so he took you on a date. You being you, didn’t realize that’s what it was until he told it straight to your face. Let’s just say you were speechless for the next hour.
Also, when it’s just the two of you, deep inside the cave where your nest is, classical music is playing from your record player. It could be Beethoven, Tchaikovsky or Mozart. Whoever it is, David is the one that will listen to it with you the most. I think he really enjoys classical music and he enjoys it even more if the two of you are cuddling in your bed.
Occasionally Dwayne would join the two of you. You would be sitting in between David’s legs as Dwayne sat in between yours, his head leaning back against your chest. It was like a cuddle pile… cuddle train?? Whatever you wanted to call it, it was cuddling while the three of you relaxed listening to classical music. And it was darn cute.
Dwayne loves listening to you go on and on about any books you were reading at the moment. Whether or not it was nonfiction or even about any type of history. He was down. He lived through a lot and he knew about half of the stuff you gushed on about, but for some odd reason, it never bored him when you talked about it.
He would be the one to get you new books, leaving you sweet little notes tied to them. Of course you thought it was just him being nice and thanked him for it without thinking there was any romantic meaning behind it. Yeah he was one of your boyfriends but it never really crossed your mind that way. He would just shake his head at your obliviousness and give you a small peck on the lips.
Don’t ask him why, but his favorite look on you is a light cream colored blouse with a plaid skirt and Mary Jane shoes. Dwayne is a leg man so… he’s very happy when decide to show off some skin if you decide not to wear knee-socks or stockings with it. Even if you did wear them, he would still be attached to your side the entire night.
Like David, Dwayne would bring you out to a lot of places that were opened late at night. If there was an art exhibition in town or even a museum that was open late, just say the word and he will happily drive you on his bike. Heck, David might even tag along.
Also, late night bookstore dates… oh my heart, it’s too sweet it hurts. There are times that he does have to throw you over his shoulder when the bookstore is closing and you're pretty much refusing to leave. When he does that, you just stay frozen over his shoulder, not knowing if you should be blushing or cursing at him for carrying you like a sack of potatoes.
If anything, you and Dwayne connect very well. You’re naturally very quiet and so is he. Not much is said between you two but there's a mutual understanding that can’t be explained. While the others are out causing trouble, you and him are on the sidelines watching hand in hand or your reading and he's just staring at you as you do so.
Paul and Marko kind of give you whiplash. They’re loud and rowdy and definitely 100% opposite from you. But they interested you. They had a very chaotic outlook on life which made you ask many questions.
Paul found your look sexy. He’s horny and you give off preppy school vibes, he’s living for it 24/7. Constant teasing of you giving him ‘private lessons’ which results with you whacking a book against the back of his head. But it doesn’t stop the reddening of your ears which doesn’t make him stop.
This man is also your designated jewelry expert. You only wear some accessories and they're very simple. So you are very surprised when Paul finds you jewelry that is your style and collects it for you. You like leather watches, guess what, he’s got it for you. You want some fancy victorian looking brooches, he’s got that too. Simple rings with a single jewel in the middle, expect constant ‘will you marry me’ jokes, but he gets you the best.
Also, he’s not overly big into your music selection. He does try to get you into his type of music, which you only like very few and far between. But when you do get him to listen to your type of music, it’s only if you agree to listen to his music the next night. You guys come up with a system and decide to switch every few nights.
Each of the boys have their favorite look on you and Paul's is when you wear a button-up of any color with a simple black tie, a pencil skirt and a pair of Dr.Marten boots. He especially likes the tie… for reasons. God damn it, you know the reasons, get out of here.
He’s a very affectionate boy and he finds your looks over confusion some of the cutest shit he’s ever seen. Probably the first one to tell you that he loves you and you honestly like glitched out. Did you feel the same way? Yes, but poor little thing you doesn’t say it right away, but Paul knows that you aren’t really used to saying things like that without warming up to it. Which is okay. He knows even if you don’t say it.
He definitely steals one of your blazers to put pins on it. Marko helps, putting a few patches on it that they both know you would like. It’s the one item that stands out in all of your clothing and you will wear it if they ask you to.
Marko definitely thinks the look is cute and it suits you very well, but why no color?! You wear dark colors but nothing bright like the colors that are on his jacket. He tries to slip in some colorful clothing into your everyday look, it never goes as planned but you give him an A for effort.
He loves how dark you can be at times though. You want to go to a local graveyard just because? Sure! Let’s go! He’s your designated graveyard buddy. You have many date nights there, looking at all the different gravestones and finding it interesting when you jot down some names in one of your notebooks.
Speaking of notebooks, you have many of them. They were filled with notes from books you’ve read, real life observations or even just some random poetry and short stories that you wrote. Marko would go through them a lot and even sometimes draw little doodles or rough sketches that were thought up from your writings.
When you spend nights down at the Boardwalk, your go to drink isn’t a slushie or a milkshake or even a soda. It’s coffee or tea. Yeah, and only Marko knows your drink orders by heart. None of the others seem to remember them correctly which you thank them for trying but Marko has got them all beat.
Marko likes seeing you in sweaters and in your trousers or linen shorts with chelsea boots. If anything, when the two of you are alone, just wearing a knit sweater and shorts were perfect for him. He likes how cozy and warm you look. He’s very happy when he cuddles you and you are warm.
Now when they tell you that they’re vampires, you think that they’re joking. Vampires aren’t real, they’re a work of fiction. Yes there was a real man named Dracula, but there was no way that they were actual vampires.
Then they showed you hard proof and then there was no denying it at that point. Instead of running away, you were fascinated. You wanted to understand your boyfriends vampire ways that lead to you conducting extensive research and a notebook dedicated to them.
They showed you everything about them, how they feed, to which you didn’t bat an eyelash of watching them feed one night. You were one morbid chick but they saw that as a plus that you didn’t react. You had graveyard dates for crying out loud, nothing really surprised them at that point.
Flying came next and they had a lot of fun showing you just how high they could go with you in their arms. You never screamed at the height, you were too caught up in seeing the overhead view of the town. You could get used to seeing a view like that every night.
Then came the other things; how they slept before you came along, what actually hurt them and what didn’t. There was one time that you stared at their vampire faces for hours because you were taking notes on how their facial features changed.
Soon you had to stock up on more turtlenecks because of the many bite marks they would leave behind from feeding on you if the weather was bad one night. It wasn’t tough adapting to their occasional feeding. A lot of your clothing already covered up your skin so it was easy to hide from people on your nights out.
Not too long after, they popped the question. Would you want to be a vampire? Live forever, never grow up? Be with them for all eternity? You didn’t really need to think about it for too long, you knew what your answer was and so did they even if you didn’t say it out loud. You loved your boys and not much would change.
When you did change, it was entertaining for them to watch. You soon started taking down notes about your progress, comparing and contrasting your experience to their own.
To the eyes of many, you became even more dark and mysterious. You had an aura around you that drew people in, it’s what got you your four vampire boyfriends, only now, it brought in your meal for the night.
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three - all bets on
Abstract: Draco and you are just friends so doing him a favour and pretending to be his girlfriend wouldn’t effect your friendship, right?
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader
Warnings: lil bit of swearing, lil bit of angst, lil bit of jealous Draco
Word count: 3825
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“(Y/N)”
A voice whispered loudly from behind you, trying to get your attention as you tried to ignore it.
“Psst, (Y/N)... (Y/N)!”
You were doing a spectacular job of ignoring the whisperer who desperately was trying to get your attention, but your patience ran thin when a sharp pain ran through your back.
“Ow!” you hissed, turning around with your eyes blazing “Did you just stab me with your quill?!”
“...It was really more of a poke to be completely honest”
You shot an angry glare towards the red headed boy who now looked quite sheepish.
“What do you want, Ron?” You asked annoyed
He shared a look with Harry who sat next to him and both looked hesitant to say anything, which of course only made you more impatient.
“Well? Are you going to ask me a question because I’d rather like to get this finished so I can leave to get dinner”
“Have you shagged, Malfoy?”
“Ron!”
Both Harry and you looked at Ron with varying expressions, yours was complete shock and Harry’s was a mix of slight embarrassment and curiosity.
“No, I haven’t shagged him” you narrowed your eyes towards the pair. “And even if I had, it would be none of your business”
“Are you sure you’re not being forced into dating him?” Harry questioned with a concerned look “We can help you if you are!”
“While I appreciate the help you’d offer, the answer is no. I’m not being forced into dating him” you sent the pair a glare “I’m dating Draco because I really like him”
“Well that’s a lie,” Ron scoffed “no one likes Malfoy”
“Well, okay, I agree that’s true” you shrugged “I actually love him”
“What?!”
Turning back round to finish your work, you tried to conceal the smile on your face as the two boys started pestering you again, trying to get your attention when suddenly a note landed on your desk.
The note was folded like a bird, and had been obviously charmed to act as such, as it jumped around your desk like a small robin would do.
Curious, you opened it up and immediately a smile spread across your face as you read the message.
“(Y/N),
Can I copy down your notes later? If yes, I adore you. If no, what do I have to bargain with this time?
Also fancy dinner in the kitchens tonight? I’ve got an idea.
Draco
P.S pretend this is a cute love letter or something to piss Potter and Weasley off”
Your eyes shot over to the blonde who was already staring at you with a grin on his face.
You sent a smile of your own back, nodding to him, signalling he could copy your notes later. Thinking quickly, you also went one step further and blew him a kiss.
Draco’s cheeks blushed a little but the look he sent you could’ve melted you right where you sat.
If you hadn’t known any better, you would’ve described it as true heart eyes.
But you did know better.
He was just acting.
It also seemed to do the trick as Ron stabbed you in the back again with his quill, breaking your concentration from each other. You whirled around again with a glare in place.
“Stop stabbing me with your quill” you hissed
“Is that note from Malfoy?” Harry asked trying to get a look at it
“It might be”
“What does it say?” Ron questioned
“Why are you so curious? Jealous I’m getting love letters and you’re not?” you sent him a smirk
“So it’s a love letter?” Harry asked slight disgusted at the thought of you getting one from Malfoy.
“Yes, it is. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to get dinner with my boyfriend, who I love very much”
Picking up your books, you stuffed your papers inside your bag and stood up, making your way to the door where Draco was conveniently waiting.
The fact he was going to copy your notes later, meant as soon as he saw you pack up to leave, he jumped up, his own bag already packed, ready to join you down in the kitchens for dinner.
Harry and Ron sat watching you wander over to Draco with a grin on your face as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your temple to rile up the two Gryffindor boys.
“Ready to go?” your fake boyfriend asked you with a smile to which you nodded, eager for food away from prying eyes and curious questions.
The two of you made your way down to the kitchens, talking about what you were hungry for and before you knew it, a huge plate of a roast dinner was placed in front of you.
“Oh my,” you practically drooled “look how pretty this is”
“I hope you have the same reaction when you see me?” Draco joked
“Unless you suddenly turn into a plate of food, it’s a no, sorry honey”
“Maybe not a plate of food, but I am a snack”
You did not address the comment, only sent him an amused look which he smirked proudly at getting some sort of reaction from you.
The two of you dug into your meals, chatting about absolute nonsense gossip you’d heard throughout the day. Apparently you’d missed Seamus Finnegan blowing up not only his own water goblet, but the rest of Gryffindor table’s, trying to turn it into Firewhiskey when you were in the Library.
Through a mouthful of roast potato, you suddenly made an exclamation like you’d suddenly remembered something, catching the blonde boy’s attention.
“Yes?” he asked amused at you trying to swallow your food quick enough to say something before you forgot your thought process.
“What was your idea you mentioned earlier?” you finally managed to ask. “The one you mentioned in your note?”
“Ahh” he began as he set down his knife and fork “I have an idea about something we can do to make people believe we’re a couple more?”
“Go on?” You asked curious, taking another bite of your food
“We could make out?”
Well, you didn’t expect that.
And the fact you were now choking on your mouthful, showed that perfectly well.
Draco patted your back as you trying to regain your breath. Finally able to swallow your food, you took a gulp of water to clear your mouth.
“Sorry” you muttered
“No worries, if I knew you were going to react like that I would’ve prepared you” he grinned at your embarrassment.
“Piss off”
You rolled your eyes at him before locking his gaze with your own unamused look.
“So?” He pressed
“Um... yeah, I guess that could work”
You fiddled with your sleeve as you tried to pull off an unbothered expression, when all you could now think about in your head was the fact you’d be kissing your best friend.
“Right?! That’s what I was thinking! No one would be able to deny we weren’t dating after we’d kiss in the Great Hall or something where everyone could see.”
“Yeah” you collected yourself and yanked yourself back into your confident persona “I mean, go big or go home right?! All bets on.”
“Exactly” he nodded in agreement “We do this and everyone will believe it”
You mirrored his nod and shot him a smile, hiding your nervousness immaculately. If there was one thing you could do, it was hide your true emotions.
“Yeah... everyone”
“Hey, when’s the potions essay due again?”
“Tomorrow”
“...Shit”
Hermione gave you an unamused stare as you sat across from her in the Gryffindor common room.
The witch had made you promise to study with her for the test Flitwick had set for charms, especially since neither Harry nor Ron felt it urgent to do so.
“Don’t tell me you forgot about it?!”
“Nope, it was totally intentional for me to leave an entire essay due to do the night before” you shrugged sarcastically causing Hermione to send you another of her stares.
To be completely honest, you probably would’ve done it last night if Draco hadn’t taken you to the kitchens for dinner. You two ended up staying there for the rest of the evening, partly for the instant snacks from the house elves, partly because you two just enjoyed each others company more than anyone else. You had to admit though, the pumpkin pasties were worth it.
“Well don’t come running to me for help when you need it” Hermione miffs “I told you to get it done as soon as it was set otherwise you’ll forget it, and look what’s happened? You’ve-”
“Forgotten it, yes okay, thank you. You getting a good view up there from your high horse?!”
“Don’t be silly”
Hermione went to say something else but was interrupted.
“Hey, (Y/N)”
Lee Jordan smiled at you effortlessly as you sent him a smile back, slightly confused as to why he was there in the first place. He looked slightly nervous when you looked closer, his fingers playing with the edge of his sleeve.
“Hi, Lee. You alright?”
“Yeah, I actually wanted to ask you something, if you’re not busy?”
“Go ahead, I’m not doing anything interesting”
An annoyed scoff from the witch sitting opposite you said different.
Lee’s eyes flicked between the two of you before they settled back on you.
“I actually wanted to ask you if you wanted to go to the next Hogsmeade weekend with me?”
You were confused. Surely everyone, especially Lee because of the twins, knew you were going out with Draco. It had been all anyone had asked you about for the past week.
“Um... I actually was going to go with Draco” you told him slowly “You know, my boyfriend?”
“Yeah but that’s not actually true is it?!” Lee laughed a little like the idea was preposterous. “I mean come on, you don’t actually like the guy, right?”
You bristled slightly at the way Lee spoke about Draco. Sure, the boy was an wanker to most of the Gryffindors, if not all of them, but he wasn’t a truly bad person.
Most of the way he acts is down to how he was raised by his parents, and after meeting Lucius one summer, you could understand why.
“Nope, I actually love the guy, which is part of the reason why I’m his girlfriend”
“You love him?!” Hermione jumped in, just as surprised as Lee
The tone Hermione used also didn’t sit right with you
“Yep, we’re super in love” you grinned at her unfazed, not showing any hesitation about the subject. “So as nice as your offer is, Lee, I’ll have to turn it down, sorry”
The boy looked taken aback as if he thought you wouldn’t turn him down.
“Right, well, okay. Sorry to bother you” Lee smiled at you which you returned before he walked away.
You were still slightly shocked that Lee had just asked you out, when it was pretty much common knowledge for everyone in the castle, that you were in a relationship.
It solidified the point that Draco and you needed to make it more convincing though.
Nonetheless you turned back to your study notes, hoping to put this from your mind, but before any more studying could be done, the notes were snatched away.
“Nope, you’re not doing anything else until you tell me what’s really going on”
Laughing slightly you rolled your eyes at the dramatics of your friend.
“Really?!”
“Really! And despite the fact you somehow think I’m stupid-”
“You’re far from stupid, Mione-”
“Shhh” she actually shushed you as you interrupted her causing you to snort under your breath. “You really didn’t think I wouldn’t pick up on how Malfoy just so happens to not make any more insulting comments towards me?”
“Like I’ve told you before, he’s not a bad person and it’s not a huge change-”
“Yes it is!”
You stilled slightly at the conviction in her voice, words dying on your tongue before you could even utter them.
“He used to call me a mudblood every time we were in the same room, (Y/N). Now he nods to me and actually acts like I’m not some piece of dirt on his shoe? Somethings up.”
You never thought the dynamic between the two was really that bad, so you found yourself not really knowing what to say. Hermione continued regardless of your silence.
“I know you don’t know how much he used to insult me, or torment me because regardless of anything, the boy absolutely adores you so much so he would bite his tongue whenever you were in the room. Though now he’s actively going out of his way to be civil with me, even when you’re not around? I don’t trust it.”
Again, you were at a loss for words. But overwhelmingly you felt like a terrible friend.
“Hermione... I didn’t know it was that bad between you”
“Well it is, or was” she shook her head as if to centre her thoughts. “Look, fine, don’t tell me what’s going on, just promise me you’ll be careful.”
“Careful of what?” you asked confused as to what she was talking about now.
Sighing heavily, Hermione grabbed her books and started to pile them up. Standing up she paused, letting her eyes rest on you as you could tell she was debating what to say to you.
“Just be careful you don’t get caught up in whatever game you’re playing too much”
With that being said, the witch turned and headed towards the Gryffindor girl’s dormitories, no more words said between the two of you. The ones last said being enough to linger in your head.
“Hey, Sweetheart”
You were surprised for a second which showed on your face before you quickly gathered yourself and sent a dazzling smile back to the blonde who had sat down next to you.
Hermione’s words had been on your mind since the previous night, enough to distract you as you were up, attempting to write your essay in the small hours of the night. You were exhausted, but somehow seeing Draco had made you feel just that little bit better.
“Morning” you replied, blushing slightly as Draco pressed a kiss to your temple (which was now becoming a normal thing for him to do), and wrapped an arm around your shoulder.
“You two are awfully cosy this morning” Blaise remarked as he took the seat opposite.
“What, am I not allowed to sit with my girlfriend for breakfast and show her some affection?!” Draco asked whilst grabbing a few slices of bacon from the buffet in front of him.
“Never said you weren’t” Blaise rolled his eyes at his best mate “just that you guys are disgustingly close”
“Aww thanks Blaise” you smiled at him innocently, clutching your coffee mug close to your chest, as he shot you a look which made you chuckle.
Pulling you closer to him, Draco leaned down to your ear to stage whisper loud enough so the boy opposite could hear.
“Don’t worry about him, he’s just jealous he’s single and doesn’t have someone to kiss in the morning”
“Alright, piss off you two. If (Y/N) wanted to go out with anyone I had hoped it would’ve been me, but I’ll live” Blaise joked as you chuckled along with him.
Draco sent his friend an amused look.
“Stop hitting on my girl, Zabini”
“Yeah yeah, I’m just joking” the wizard rolled his eyes at the Malfoy boy as the two of you shared a chuckle. This was until a prominent thought popped into your head.
“Oh, guess what happened last night?” you asked the blonde wizard who sent you an inquisitive glance as he took a bite out of a slice of toast. “Lee Jordan asked me out.”
At once, Draco’s face dropped it’s curious expression to form one of annoyance and agitation.
“What?!” he practically hissed. “Does he not know you have a boyfriend?”
“Apparently, he thought it was a joke” you told him, eyes quickly assessing his reaction.
Leaning into you and pressing his forehead to your temple, it would’ve looked couple-y to anyone else but it just meant he could whisper to you so no one else would hear.
“What did you say?” he whispered
“I said that I was your girlfriend” you whispered back, playing with his fingers of the hand wrapped around your shoulder. “I let him know I was taken, don’t worry.”
“But I am worrying (Y/N), he doesn’t know it’s a joke!”
“...Are you jealous? Offended someone else asked me out?”
“No! I just don’t like people asking out my girlfriend”
You turned your head so both your foreheads rested together. Resting your hand on his cheek, your thumb brushed over his cheekbone as his gaze met yours.
“I’m yours okay... for however long you want me to be your fake girlfriend” you caught yourself with an awkward chuckle. “I’m all in.”
Draco felt a smile creep up on his lips and he could help but take you in. You had this calming aura around you, which he felt like was almost soothing his soul just being next to you.
He found it addicting.
A cough from opposite the table caught your attention and both your eyes snapped over to Blaise how pointedly looked towards the entrance of the Great Hall.
Catching sight of Pansy entering the hall, eyes darting round, no doubt looking for the blonde boy next to you, you couldn’t help the noise of irritation which left your lips.
Draco smiled at the sound, enjoying the fact you were as annoyed as him when it came to the girl. He pulled you closer to him, slotting you under his arm as you wrapped your own arm around his waist in turn tucking yourself into his side.
“Bitch incoming” you muttered under your breath
Draco snorted under his breath before rolling his eyes at the smile Pansy sent him as she wandered over to the three of you.
“Oh Merlin” Blaise groaned as she took the seat next to him, opposite from you.
“Hi guys”
“Is there some reason you’re sitting with us?” you found yourself asking as the girl shot you a snide glare.
“I just wanted to sit with my friends, is that such a crime?”
“What friends?” Blaise muttered loud enough for everyone present to hear.
“Pansy, we’d rather eat without your face putting us off our food” Draco shrugged.
Pansy eyed the arm holding you securely to him with a look of envy and disgust, like it was disturbing her immensely.
“Oh Drakey, don’t be mean, where else am I meant to go?!”
“If you ask nicely, the pound might take you back” you joked which earned you amused snorts from both boys.
Any expression on her face, which was put on for politeness, dropped instantly and Pansy glared at you like looks could kill.
“So first you steal my boyfriend and then you insult me?”
“I wasn’t your boyfriend, I will never be your boyfriend” Draco sighed like the topic was getting old.
“And then,” Pansy continued, completely disregarding the Malfoy boy’s comment, “you think you can just play around with a rumour that you two are together, and everyone’s just going to believe it? Come on, I haven’t even seen you two kiss. This little act you’re putting on might just ruin that friendship of yours.”
There was no doubt about it, Pansy Parkinson was jealous, vengeful and relentless.
You knew convincing her would be the biggest problem of this whole plan but that’s exactly what you needed to do; convince her.
With this in mind, you sat up straight and looked her dead in the eyes.
“You don’t believe us because we haven’t kissed in front of you?”
“I think the fact that you two haven’t kissed in front of anyone proves you’re just faking it” she shrugged.
“So you want proof?” Draco asked with a scoff “That I would choose (Y/N), a decent, good human being, over you, to be in a relationship with?”
Pansy pulled an expression like her question was obvious.
“Alright, how’s this for proof?”
The arm wrapped around your shoulder changed and Draco cupped your face in the palm of his hand.
Brushing back a lock of your hair with the other hand, he took a brief moment to study your face, thumb rubbing softly on your cheekbone. Your eyes met his and the same determination was reflected within your own eyes at how much you wanted to show this bitch, that the boy now looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky, was yours.
Leaning down, Draco’s eyes never left yours, looking for any uncertainty, but found none. This gave him the confidence he needed and before you knew it, his lips were on yours.
You were certain your brain short circuited.
His lips were soft but determined, as the kiss you shared started slow, almost finding comfort in each other, before his other hand rose to cup the other side of your face.
That was when your heart really skipped a beat.
It was like a fire was burning in your chest, almost painfully as you put everything you had into this kiss with Draco, and everything around you drowned out except for the boy in front of you.
He was addicting.
Draco however, could hardly express how right this kiss felt.
He really hadn’t expected how your lips would’ve felt until he met them, yet this was better than he could’ve ever predicted. You were all consuming, you were perfect, you were everything.
Holding your face between his hands like you were the most delicate thing, he just sunk into the feeling of kissing you. It was almost like finding something he had been missing.
Like he had been missing kissing you.
Pulling back after what felt like forever, when it could’ve only been seconds? Minutes? Draco wasn’t sure. Time had completely escaped him.
His eyes met yours and it was like the two of you were lost in each other.
The fact that the two of you were so wrapped up in each other, you didn’t see how whispers spread through the Great Hall and soon everyone was watching the pair of you.
You didn’t see how the golden trio shared a look between the three of them, each concerned about you, and how wrapped up you were in Draco.
You didn’t see how Fred handed George five galleons, an obvious bet having been made between the two of them.
You didn’t notice how Pansy, filled with envy and rage, left the Hall in a strop, Blaise’s amused gaze following her.
You did however, notice how easy it was to get lost in the blonde wizard.
Especially his lips, and the way he whispered three words against them, not breaking eye contact with you.
“I’m all in.”
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Heyyyyy, hope your day/night is going well, not to be nosey or anything but I saw you and that anon talking about how nobody notices Colt and I’m like finally someone else sees it. Like I nearly frothed at the mouth at the idea of Falco becoming reader’s bodyguard. Like I can totally see Colt’s partner just being a whole support system to them. Like oh sweetie you look hella tense lemme rub your shoulders and sneakily guide you into bed while Falco puts the covers over him. Colt hurriedly rushing home to make dinner for his lil brother who MUST be starving, but what’s this dinner is made and his little brother’s homework finished, and he gets a welcome home kiss, SHOOOOK. lol thank you for listening to my brain rot....I hope I don’t sound too Californian with the amount of ‘likes’ and my use of ‘hella’. You’re awesome as always! Laters! 😻🖤🤍🤎
Hey!! I'm having a good day thanks for asking, i hope yours is even better. And hey no you're not being nosy :( I'm so touched that you saw that post and it stuck to your mind.
Just you and Falco absolutely teaming up together to make Colt's live easier, the "save Colt operation" started with Agent Falco and special forces Reader.
More under the cut
The reader will become like a new support beam to their small family right away, finally someone to take some of the responsibilities off of Colt's shoulders.
For once in years he isn't rushing from one job to another, for once he isn't waking up at 6am to do the dishes and prepare lunch in advance, before taking Falco to school at 7 and barely making it to his own college at 8.
He isn't leaving his college right as his lectures end to go pick up the kids from school and drop them at Reiner's house just before his work shift starts
For Once he isn't leaving his long shift job at 8pm to hurry home to make food to his brother before picking him and the kids from Reiner's home and taking each one to their houses, making it 10pm when he needs to start on his actual assignments and essays till he falls asleep at 2am.
He isn't spending the weekends studying for his exams while working as a receptionist in Zeke's clinc and occasionally helping him with check ups.
He's been running out of excuses to give his professors for why his assignments are usually late and the fact he's taking care of his kid brother without parents can only get him so much sympathy from uncaring adults who can go home to their families.
So when he met you that day when you walked through the clinic's door, he had no idea how much you giving him your number after some light conversations, would change his life.
Falco loves you- no Falco ADORES you. He and everyone else can see it clear as day just how much Colt's health improved, both mentally and physically.
He's actually getting full night's sleep because he can depend on you to be there to empty the trash and make breakfast for Falco.
He's getting full attendance on his lectures because you texted him about you picking up the kids and talking them to Reiner's house, you even bought them ice cream. His grades were improving which lifted a huge mental obstacle from his mind.
He can...go places now, he can actually go home and just...get a nap??? And dinner will be ready as you and Falco eat happily in the living room before helping him with his homework.
Colt was sure you were some kind of a god sent Miracle, an angel that came to him just when he was at his lowest.
He swore to give the world to you and repay you for each act of kindness you showed him a million times.
Colt has never ever dated someone long term before, he didn't have the time to and most everyone was initiated with how he always puts Falco before them.
But you didn't, you even seemed to encourage it and be just as caring and protective of Falco as he was. He thought he was dreaming.
Did Aphrodite herself hand craft you especially for him? How could you be so perfect? How could you be so considerate and kind?
And you actually seem to want him back as much as he wants you, he has someone to share his bed with now, someone who gives him a warm cup of coffee with a good morning kiss each day now.
Someone who hugged him on days he couldn't help but miss his mother's face and father's words. Someone who didn't seem bothered by him having a really busy work schedule and instead of accusing him of neglecting you, you simply showed concern for him neglecting himself.
He was speechless.
On some night as you laid asleep on his chest he'd gently run his finger down your face, brushing your lips with his thumb as he was deep in thought.
You've given him something he always wanted.
Falco's happiness, and on top of that his own freedom too, how could he ever repay you for making Falco-his world- so much brighter.
Could he even repay you? What could he possibly give you in return? He had nothing.
But what surprised him the most is that you didn't seem to want nor expect anything in return, "why?" He'd ask you, with eyes confused and filled with desperation.
"It's because I love you" was your answer.
#Talking🕯#Colt🕯#colt grice#colt grice x reader#colt x reader#colt grice x you#aot colt#aot falco#Falco Grice#aot#snk
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